lovely silence, i bid thee farewell.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

This place is like one giant party that never stops, whether it's good or bad.

[says this boy in an overly large black tee that reads, 'Remember kids, it's okay to stop breathing when no one likes you' on the front. in one hand is a juice box, while the other is situated on the wall he's leaning his back against.]

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[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

(someone was tired. Taylor's leaning up against the other side of the room, sleeping.
it doesn't really look like it, though, her eyes are open and unfocused, and she's muttering)

[torpid.livejournal.com]

... did I forget to mention there are some freaky people here.

[just sips his juice box, staring over at her.]

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

(just continues to sleep, muttering)

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

((she'll wake up if she's hit by something, by the way. she can sleep through sound, but not anything happening to her))

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[puckers his lips as he sucks the rest of the juice box's contents out, swallowing. hell, maybe if she was a guy he'd throw it at her, but he's not a total jerkoff. he'd rather not get anyone pissed at him anyways.]

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

(suddenly her eyes focus. she blinks tiredly, then rubs her eyes)

Must've fallen asleep...

(looks over)

Oh. Hi.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[blinks.]

I was under the impression you were quoting Wiccan chants and summoning ghosts to eat my feet.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

[Yawns, hanging around with an apple in hand.]

Hardly. Parties are supposed to be entertaining. This place is dull.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Hey, I thought the truth-spouting thing was interesting.

I guess all the love confessions do make you feel kind of lonely, though.

[yeah right.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

The love confessions are going to make me sick. These people are pathetic about it.

And what about you? No heart-felt truths coming from your mouth?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

It's not like I know anyone here. I'm a newbie who woke up on the piano in the ballroom.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised how quickly people fall in "love" in here. Seems like that's all most of them are interested in doing.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

There really isn't anything else to do for those people who used to have hordes of friends.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Nothing to do but find a significant other? Yeah right.

Besides, I like to think I had a bunch of friends, and you don't see me doing that.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

But that's what you're so good at.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

What, partying?

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

No, keeping it going, big bro.

Don't tell me you're not him, either.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Last I remember, I was still thanking my dead folks that I'm an only child.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Great.

[sulking now.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[he'll be over here sucking on his juice pouch and not caring.]

[shy-healer.livejournal.com]

(12-year-old Namine sits down in a chair. she's got a backpack on along with a large coat, and his holding a beat-up sketch book. she flips it open, planning to draw)

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[so he watches her from his perch, not saying a word. the only real noise is the occasional bubble that gets caught in his straw, gurgling its way up into his mouth.]

[shy-healer.livejournal.com]

(...so doesn't like being watched, especially by people she doesn't know)

Hi...

(it's obvious she doesn't like being watched)

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Hi. Sorry, I'll stop staring.

[so he looks the other way. sluuurp.]

[shy-healer.livejournal.com]

My name's Namine...what's yours?

(starts sketching, it's obvious she doesn't have very good social skills)