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[ashton parish]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/nlr339.png] he had never been too fond to the idea of eating at school. his friends had given him horror stories of grotesque meals crawling off of their plates and falling off the table. of course, his friends had probably exaggerated the stories a little, but it was enough to imprint in his mind 'do not touch the school food'. yet... in order to survive in chishiki, he needed to eat the school's food. maybe he could order pizza later? that would probably be best, though he'd have to get his roommate to order it. calling people was almost as nerve-wracking as just talking to someone. wait, he could just order it online. well, then... scratch out that idea. bright blue eyes stared down at the contents of his tray. he couldn't exactly tell what everything was, but that was only because he wasn't too accustomed to japanese cuisine. the only thing he recognized was the side salad he had made sure to get and the rice. well, at least everything looked edible. he lifted up his right hand, using his index finger to push his large, square, black glasses up to the bridge of his nose. ashton let out a soft sigh, glancing between his lunch tray and the biology textbook sitting next to him. he could either try the food or continue his usual studying. choosing the latter, he nudged his tray to the side a bit, making more room for his textbook. thin, pale fingers reached out to the corner of the thick book, opening the cover and flipping through the pages. now, what chapter was he on again?

[ori shimamiya]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fe0056; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px; height: 224px; overflow: auto; width: 320px] God Ori hated lunch time, everyone pushed and shoved like there wasn't enough of the horrible food to go around. He tried not to be harsh to anyone, as much as he wanted every time they almost made him spill his water. Had he been back home, he would be having lunch in the grand dining room, most likely alone. So this wasn't all bad, except it as so painfully obvious that they'd probably thrown the rice into the microwave and cooked the living shit out of everything else. He couldn't complain though, this was better than it would've been with him behind there cooking. Hell if that happened then the cafeteria probably would've burned down or just exploded. Out of all the cooking he watched his blessed nanny do, he hadn't learned a thing but not to turn on the blender without the top, and that fish is best eaten well cooked. He'd barely survived his trip through the line, and was now faced with the worst challenge, finding a seat. Finding a seat had been so easy at his old school, aside the fact they let you eat in the court yard, under his beautiful oak tree, or perhaps inside for once, with his crew of colorful friends who were also Scene kids. None as scene as him though. He often thought about home, then quickly made a disgusted face at the thought of his mother. He thought about her often, the perfect example that beauty was only skin deep, no matter how beautiful she was on the outside, nothing could hide the filth on the inside. He remembered this as he scanned the busy room, teaming with life. His mostly-hidden eyes fell onto his room mate. Hopefully the other boy wouldn't mind him for company again, he hadn't really talked to him since he came to Chishiki. Ori couldn't decide if he liked the little geek, some part of him wanted to thump him for bringing a text book alone, but some part of him admired his will to make good grades. Quickly, he strode through the lunch room, over to his new roomie, again, hoping the other wouldn't mind Ori planting his loud self here. "Would you mind if I sat with you?" Beware of the rambling 8c [/style][STYLE=padding-left: 12px] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland[/style]

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[ashton parish]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/nlr339.png] lunch sure was going by slowly. the other students were piling in, filling up the tables at rapid speed. he was glad that he had gotten there earlier. otherwise, he wouldn't of had a seat. ocean blue eyes skimmed over the text printed on the textbook's pages, glancing over to the dull, boring, and rather pointless pictures when he got bored of a paragraph. it wasn't his fault. he had already read through the chapter a couple of times already, but with a test coming up tomorrow he could never be too prepared. he visibly flinched as a voice reached his ears. it was his roommate, that much he could tell without looking up from his book. though, he did seem to shrink down into his seat. hesitantly, ashton glanced up at his blond roommate, meekly nodding. he... didn't really mind if his roommate--ori, was it?--sat with him. he just hoped that ori didn't expect him to hold any conversation with him. it just wouldn't work. locking his eyes back on the book, he busied himself with his studying once more. black bangs fell over his glasses, limiting his vision. he didn't make a move to fix them, however. he was frozen stiff, and he would have stopped breathing had it not been for, you know, the fact that he needed air to live. ooc: derp. rambling is fine. C:

[ori shimamiya]

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[ashton parish]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/nlr339.png] man, were all silences while around him this awkward? oh, wait, that was a stupid question. everything was awkward with him. this is what happens when you were home schooled your whole life... his social skills were worse than that of a feral dog. way worse... he should have asked his parents if he could take courses online instead. he flinched once more when his roommate spoke up once more. wasn't it obvious what he was reading? oh, the cover was, well, covered. ashton gulped, his eyes flicking up to the other boy and back down to the book with rapid speed. "ch... chemical and physical r-reactions..." oh, he did have a voice! it stumbled out of his mouth, soft and overpowered by the roar of the students in the cafeteria. he glanced over at the book ori was reading, surprised that the other student was actually reading instead of eating as well. "y-you?" well, it was an attempt at keeping a conversation. about books. no one wanted to talk about books...

[ori shimamiya]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fe0056; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px; height: 224px; overflow: auto; width: 320px] Ori did all he could to keep his mouth from forming a small "Oh", he'd never heard his roommate speak, he had a rather quiet voice. He couldn't pick up a tone though, or even pitch over the loudasses in the cafeteria. He tried to think of an appropriate reply for what the other had said. He couldn't say it sounded interesting, then he would be lying like a God knows what. He remained silent only seconds though, before words came rolling smoothly off his tongue like the gentle clouds floating around in the clear sky. "Sounds complicated, I probably wouldn't understand it." he said, in a rather nice and friendly way, the poor boy was already nervous enough as it is, so there was no need for Ori to be loud like usual. "I'm reading a poetry collection, have you ever read any poetry? Like ones from a long time ago?" he asked, probably sounding a bit childish with how eager he was. Usually he was eager to talk to new people, he liked it. The feeling of not knowing everything about a person. Which is why he didn't tell his friends much about himself, and didn't ask much of them. Otherwise the mystery and fun would be gone, then where would the friendship be other than listening to one another. That only could last for so long though since people would get bored of his replies. He looked down at the bookmark of the book in his lap, and touched it gingerly. Constantine had signed it, in the most beautiful cursive, her name was one of the many words he knew in English, it sounded so much prettier. He'd always been jealous of her hand writing, it looked nothing like his own. So precise, and curved perfectly. Ori could write in English, and read it of course, he just usually didn't whenever he did, he always scowled at himself because the hand writing looked horrible. In his eyes at least, which was really saying something, since Ori thought most everything was splendid. He looked back at his roommate, hoping to god he'd at least read a bit of poetry, even if it was forced. Ori didn't love it, only liked poetry, he couldn't write anything good though. One of his friends said he had done well on one, but it was a bit creepy, and twisted. Ori personally loved the creepy and twisted stuff, it made everything more interesting. [/style][STYLE=padding-left: 12px] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland[/style]

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[ashton parish]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/nlr339.png] the boy slowly closed the textbook, figuring that there was really no point in reading over the chapter again. he already knew he would get an a. he always did, with all the studying he does week before a test. his eyes glanced over to the tray of food that was probably quite cold by now. what a waste... but, he would have to toss it. he didn't trust it... his mother once told him that she had gotten food poisoning from a simple salad when she went to school. but, that was decades ago. the story still scared him, though. biting down on his lower lip and nodding, ashton thought back to the many books his mother had forced him to read. poetry didn't come to him nearly as easily as essays did, but he enjoyed man of them. let's see... "poe... frost... shakespeare..." he listed off a few more names, keeping his voice at its usual mumble. he tried to be a bit louder, but it didn't help that much. he enjoyed edgar allen poe the most. the dark undertone to everything he wrote was just... enticing. he was always enthralled by anything poe wrote. nevermore was his favorite, but he also liked the tell-tale heart, no matter how confusing it was to most. he tried to get his mother to get him a raven so he could name it nevermore when he was younger, but she said it would try to eat his salamander. he didn't want that, so he had given up on trying to persuade her.

[ori shimamiya]

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[ashton parish]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/nlr339.png] john masefield? that name... didn't sound familiar in the least. heck, his roleplayer didn't even know about john masefield. wait, roleplayer? woah, breaking the forth wall there... let's just ignore that, shall we? ashton shrunk down in his seat a bit more, shaking his head. he really didn't know who john masefield was, though he was now curious. he would have to go online and google him. maybe it would give him some... inspiration for... certain... things. yeah. he lifted a hand to his face, pale fingers pushing his rectangular black glasses up to the bridge of his nose. it was really annoying how his glasses slid down his nose over time. it was also a bit of a nervous habit to readjust his glasses. the boy gulped, biting down a bit harder on his bottom lip. his eyes darted from ori to the untouched tray of what was supposed to be his lunch. now it just looked... even more unappealing. he should go dump that soon, but... what if ori didn't want him to leave yet? that would be horrible! he didn't want to get into trouble with his roommate... the awkwardness was bad enough as it is.

[ori shimamiya]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fe0056; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px; height: 224px; overflow: auto; width: 320px] Ori's eyes traveled to his own tray, his lip curled in disgust, the rice looked like paste. Probably tasted like dishwater or something else which was foul and what most people wouldn't dare put in their mouths. "It's gross isn't it?" he said, a little quietly, he couldn't ever lie and say it wasn't that bad. Truth be told, it was horrible. He missed the rich foods of home, the sandwiches the servants and occasionally his beloved nanny would make. They all tasted wonderful. Sometimes, during the summer, Ori's father would come home, and the two would eat out. He looked back at Ashton, hoping the little geek wouldn't think badly of him for saying it aloud. Some people didn't like that sort of boldness that Ori had. He smiled a little, trying to lessen the awkwardness, not his usual Cheshire grin, a nicer one. One that didn't make him look like a punk, or a bat-shit crazy blonde. It probably would've been the sort of smile a mother would fawn over, since it was a normal, and well, full of pearl white, perfectly straight teeth. If he wanted to look a bit more nice, he might pin his hair back. That probably wouldn't happen. Not even with an act of congress. He probably would never pin his prized hair back, his eyes made him look soft. Ashton was lucky, he could pull off the cute geeky look. "I'll probably order food after school..." he mumbled, just loud enough for his roommate to hear. Of course he expected no reaction, he probably wouldn't get one unless he did something really stupid. Like he'd done when he first started sharing the room with Ashton. Beware of the rambling 8c [/style][STYLE=padding-left: 12px] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland[/style]

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