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))

[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?

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

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

[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.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

What, partying?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

No, keeping it going, big bro.

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

[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.

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

(blinks)

Huh-oh. No, it's not that. That's my foresight, it's seeing into the future.

(she yawns)

Anytime I fall asleep, after a little while, I open my eyes and start muttering. It's all really cryptic, but it's basically what going to happen in the future.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

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

[torpid.livejournal.com]

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

[torpid.livejournal.com]

That's...

[creepy? weird? unbelievable? ... whatever.]

Cool. I guess.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Great.

[sulking now.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

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

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it can be pretty annoying at times.

(stands up, stretches, walks over to the fridge to get something to drink)

I've had so many people convinced that I'm crazy because of it.

(hey, is that chocolate milk? it is! pours herself a glass)

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Hey! Pay attention!

[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.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

What.