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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 15, 2008 14:54:17 GMT -5
The line was painstakingly long as the blonde haired girl queued up to try and get some food before her break ended. The morning had been an easy one with a lecture about guitars that she saw as stupid and allowed herself to tune out of. The second half of the day was simply practice so the band could get ready for that evening at the Pits and fine tune anything that was wrong, that would be great, there was nothing better than fooling around with the guys. Well except fooling around with Tyler and Kennie perhaps?
Finally reaching the food she grabbed a pot of pasta and cheese, not bothering too much about anything else and proceeded to the checkout, paying as quick as she could without trapping herself in the crowd that was following her. With her food in her hand, and a bottle of water tucked under her arm she made her way to a table and took one nearest to the window. Around her were groups of students from other departments, chatting and having fun. It was a shame most of her own department weren't out yet, Twigg having slipped out of the lecture early.
Shrugging her shoulder she let out a sigh and picked up a fork, spearing a piece of butter smothered pasta and raising it to her lips. She would hide out here for a while before she had to go pick up her guitar from the studio.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 15, 2008 20:07:44 GMT -5
As everyone knows, nicotine is addictive. And when you've been smoking ciggies since you were twelve, it's kind of hard to stop when you're in college.
Around this time everyday, Frank Castine would "need to use the restroom", which was code for "go take a smoke". Everyone in the class seemed to know about his lies, but no one had apparently told the teacher, which was always good.
But Frank would have to skip the six minutes when he actually felt relaxed for some food. He hadn't eaten all day, and his stomach was starting to growl. Walking into the cafeteria, he grabbed two pieces of pizza, paid, and looked around for someone to sit with. Probably not anyone from his class, though. They were all still in class.
Frank sighed. It sucked to sit alone, but apparently he'd have to today. Wait, scratch that.
"Hey, Twigg. Let's eat together," he said, sitting down across from her without invitation. He took a bite into his pizza and smiled. "Can I sit here?"
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 15, 2008 20:12:35 GMT -5
Sitting alone wasn't always that bad, Twigg always liked to just sit and watch the people around her, it was something she often did in the shop, just watch the different kinds of people pass the front of the record store, going on their day to day routines, some rushing, some lazy with no apparent destination. Maybe if she'd applied herself she could have been a psychiatrist, she had always been good at sussing people out.
Hearing a familiar voice she looked up from her food and her painted green eyes met with those of Frank, her best friends brother and... well that was a long story. Fixing a smile onto her blood red lips and trying to ignore the fluttery feeling that had started in her stomach she nodded as he sat down. "Hey Frank, out for a cig break?" Even people in her class knew about the boys convenient need for the toilet at the same time every day, it was one of the ways Twigg new the class was almost over when he walked past their room. "Sure be my guest love," he didn't need to ask and they both knew that, but it was cute that he did. "I take it you've had a boring day then?" Small talk was always strange with Frank, she never knew exactly how to act around him at first, despite the fact that they were practically best friends.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 15, 2008 20:20:19 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's about damn time I had one," Frank replied, wiping pizza sauce from the corners of his mouth. "But I was hungry, too. So I guess the smell of pizza is more overpowering than addiction." He laughed. "Yeah, pretty boring. But, hey. I've gotta do it"
Frank took another bite of pizza and looked up from the plastic tray. "What about you? Why aren't you in class?" he quizzed after chewing and swallowing. He smiled again. Conversations were nice, especially with beautiful young women like Twigg.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 15, 2008 20:23:58 GMT -5
Behind the smile that stayed on her face she was glad he hadn't gone for a cigarette, strangely enough Twigg wasn't a fan. Sure she's smoked once, but the arrival of Ty had been enough to get her off the little sticks and she felt better off for it. She was constantly moaning at Frank and Kennie for it, but neither listened.
"Couldn't beat my lesson," putting on a typical teacher voice she recited the lecture title "How to care for and play your guitar," making a face she stabbed another piece of pasta, "I already know everything he's droning on about, and I could make it sound more interesting." Popping the morsel into her mouth she grinned again. "So I decided to get out, I doubt he even realises I haven't come back from the bathroom to be honest."
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 15, 2008 20:32:31 GMT -5
Frank laughed. "Teachers have such monotone voices. I mean, it's like they want to put us to sleep. Plus they teach such junior high school lessons. I mean, I could tune a guitar in, like, fourth grade. Tune a piano in sixth," he said, lecturing his friend, trying to sound interesting. Everyone in the music classes would have to be pretty much musical geniuses, but the teachers treated all the students like upper elementary students.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 12:45:37 GMT -5
Nodding enthusiastically she grabbed her drink and screwing open the top deftly, took a large mouthful, enjoying the cool yet bitter taste of the fresh orange juice. Capping it once more she set it down and returned her attention to Frank, enjoying the mundane actions of just sitting here eating with him now the butterflies had run their course. After all, she was 22, she'd know Frank since she'd moved here, there was no need for such a childish reaction to him.
"Sometimes I think it's part of their job description" she agreed, a grin back on her painted lips. Reaching up she adjusted the silver ring that ran through her septum idly, as she often did while she was thinking. "I doubt they'd like us pointing that to out though, they just like us to sit back and nod as if we don't know anything about the subject we've chosen to apply ourselves to for the rest of their lives."
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 12:52:10 GMT -5
"Alright, class, today we're going to learn about guitars. Does anyone know what a guitar is?" Frank repeated his first music teacher from freshman year. "We're not two! Some of the students have their own families for God's sake," he added, rolling his eyes.
Frank poked at the crust of his pizza with the spork he had grabbed while paying for his lunch. Many people knew he didn't like the crusts on anything. Pizza, bread, whatever. He'd just tear them to shreds. "God, I can't wait to leave this place, even if I don't know what I'll be doing when I'm gone."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 13:01:33 GMT -5
At the 'some of the students have their own families' joke, Twigg found her cheeks heat slightly. She had never been ashamed of Tyler, only of the way she had acted, being so flippant and not thinking, though she couldn't imagine like without her son. "Ours wasn't quite that bad I don't think," it had been a long time since their first lesson but Twigg vaguely remember some of it. "I think it was something about reading music."
Watching him poke his food she rolled her eyes, Kennie would kill him if she knew he still had that aversion to crusts, it had led to many an argument in the past, much to Twigg's amusement. "You want me to eat it?" She joked, her eyes sparkling as she teased him. She left his last words unanswered, it hit too close to home, she had no idea what to do with her life after school, except obviously try and keep her and Tyler afloat.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 13:06:55 GMT -5
"Teachers suck. I feel sorry for anyone that becomes one," he said, smiling. Frank remembered the time in freshman year when he thought he might want to be a teacher. He shuddered at his ignorance these days, now that he knew that teachers only look and act smart.
"Go ahead, if you want." he said, obviously not realzing that his friend was joking with him. "I mean, if you like that kind of thing...Crusts."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 13:14:35 GMT -5
Twigg had always wondered what kind of person it took to become a teacher, definitely someone like her, but then again she had always thought she'd never be able to be a parent, and look at her now, doing a pretty good job in her opinion. Tossing multicolored hair she rested her pale cheek on one hand, the other still playing idly with the paste in her polystyrene pot before her, raising another mouthful to her lips she ate it slowly. "You can't get away that easily, I remember Kennie telling me you wanted to be a teacher for ages," it had to be annoying for the boy at times to know Kennie told Twigg everything.
When he seemed to not notice her sarcasm she broke into another slightly wicked grin then made a face as if crusts were the most disgusting thing on earth. Usually she probably would have obliged, but today pasta was enough for her and she was having little luck with eating all that, for some reason it just tasted like mush in her mouth. "Nah, I think I'll pass today thanks Franky-boy."
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 13:20:42 GMT -5
Frank sighed. "But that was ages ago," he complained. Having a sister tell your crush everything about you had it's ups, but it definitely had it's downs, as well. "I wanted to be a teacher before I knew that got little pay for acting like they care if students end up in jail or not. No, thanks." Jail really sucked from what Frank had heard of it, so teachers obviously had to pretend to care if their students murdered or something. "And staying up until three in the morning to grade papers...Damn, I was ignorant."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 13:29:05 GMT -5
Biting back a laugh she rolled her eyes. "Yeeeaaahh," it was always fun to tease Frank, he was like her brother after all, and with none of her own she enjoyed the closeness they had. Fixing another grin onto her face she waves her pasta laden fork accidentally, making food fly across the room and hit a group of giggling girls. Watching in slight horror as they screamed at the missile, Twigg wondered whether to apologise but instead shrugged and gave a laugh at their panic. Turning back to the boy she gave another shrug of her shoulders "Yeah but there's always the teacher students relations," giving a wink she shook her head, there had been a case much like that a couple of months back, of course everyone except the staff and parents had known about it.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 16, 2008 13:38:35 GMT -5
"Alright. There's exceptions," Frank agreed, defeated. "But this subject is a total snore," he said, pushing strands of his black hair away from his eyes. "Great aim," he said suddenly, minutes after the missle had hit the girls.
He fished his black digital camera out of his blue backpack, turned it on, and aimed the lenses at Twigg. "Smile for the camera, babe. You're gonna be big."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 16, 2008 13:44:52 GMT -5
A laugh left her lips at his reply, only Frank would see that as a good thing. Shaking her head she glanced back over at the girls at his mention of them, they still looked extremely annoyed and were frequently throwing Twigg disgusted looks, not that she wasn't used to it from crowds like that, they seemed to have a problem with her appearance. "Probably Drama Queens," she stated, turned her eyes back to Frank only to see him pull out one of his favourite possessions.
With a smile she struck a pose, her hands behind her head in a joking way as she pouted. That camera had captured numerous great memories that the three of them had had in the past. "We already know that," she joked, blowing hair from her eyes before it got stuck to her lipstick.
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