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Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 23, 2008 2:34:17 GMT -5
Lynn was sitting at a table munching on some chips from the lunch she had brought with her. It was just easier for her to fix her lunch herself then to have to ask what was what in the damned line. She reached into the bag and pulled out the turkey sandwhich she had fixed for herself. She nibbled on it for a moment before setting it down on the brown paper bag she'd packed her stuff in then took a sip of her vanilla coke before.
She reached to her messenger bag and pulled out the small tape recorder. She liked to record her lesson lectures. It made things easier for her than having to write it out. She had her cane collapsed into the intricately carved handle and it was sitting in her bag while she ate. She was enjoying herself here, but she missed home a little. A little more than she wanted. One of the reasons she came to White Hill Academy was to prove that she didn't rely on her parents and brother so much with her handicap, but she hated to admit that she did just a little.
She turned on the tape recorder and listen to the teacher lecture on ways to capture your audience while she ate. Her hair was down in it's natural wave that she was most often found with. Her sunglasses were over her eyes, hiding their unseeing gaze towards a wall. She had on a Rollings Stones shirt with a light, black, zip up hoodie over it along with a pair of hole filled jeans. There was one on the inseam of her right leg and one on her left knee and then smaller ones here and there. It was her usual attire for such spring days.
She was kind of upset from earlier events. Some moron just rammed himself right into her not giving her an "Excuse me" or "I'm sorry", and she figured he didn't even give her a second glance as well. She was at least thankful that she hadn't been holding a notebook full of papers because her luck would be that they would go flying and she'd loose things she would need.
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Post by Brian Vince on Mar 24, 2008 20:26:35 GMT -5
Brian walked into the cafeteria. He was bored stiff with the entire day. He sat at a table across from Lynn, but didn't notice her initially. He reached in his bag for his lunch, a roast beef sandwich and chips he fixed for himself this morning. He also had a bottle of Coca-Cola. He took a sip and sat it down on the table as he did the sandwich and chips.
His hair was in its usual way. He had on a Hollister tee and a pair of jeans, along with a white zip-up hoodie. This was okay for a typical breezy spring day, he thought this morning. He looked up and saw this cute dark brunnette girl, and his eyes lit up. To be nice and appropriate, he smiled at her.
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Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 24, 2008 20:40:07 GMT -5
She continued to eat her sandwich before she pulled out a bag of chedder and sour cream ruffles, her favorite, and started to munch on them. She took a sip of her vanilla coke not moving her eyes to look down. What would be the point when she couldn't see whatever was infront of her.
She listened to her tap recorder, when something caught her attention. Something the professor said. She reached to the recorder and hit the rewind button then hit the play and listened curiously. She smiled at the words and nodded her head not even realizing someone was looking at her, much less smiling at her. She stuck the tape recorder back in her bag before she picked up the turkey sandwich and bit into it thinking while she chewed.
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Post by Brian Vince on Mar 24, 2008 20:45:41 GMT -5
Trying to be subtle, he took a bite of his sandwich and a chip. Then, after that, he took another sip of his soda. He looked at her again, and shook his head. He, then, looked out of the window at all of the passing students.
Then, he looked back at her. Finally frustrated, he got out of his seat and walked over to her. He sat next to her, but not overbearingly close. He smiled at her again.
"Hi." He spoke as he smiled.
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Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 24, 2008 20:54:33 GMT -5
She was munching on some chips when she felt movement behind her then next to her. She wasn't startled by his voice. She just turned her head gently in the direction of his voice. The sunglasses on her face hiding the unseeing gaze of her blue eyes that just seemed to stare at no special place over his shoulder. It's why she wore them. Some people were creeped out when they turn to see vivid blue eyes just staring at them when they don't know that she's blind.
"Uh... hi?" She said hesitantly setting her sandwhich down on the paper wrapper it had originally been wrapped in with. She wasn't sure what to make of the situation. She knew it was a guy. She could tell from his voice.
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Post by Brian Vince on Mar 24, 2008 21:01:41 GMT -5
He looked at her. He really wasn't inhibited when it came to the ladies. He knew how to flirt and how to charm them. He was certainly no novice. He smiled at her, and got a little less comfortable after she spoke. It felt as if she was disinterested, or better yet, uninterested. This was uncharted territory for Brian.
"Umm. I didn't mean to...I mean...," he spoke. He was a little hesitant, a little nervous. He didn't know what to make of the situation. It was very tense, very uncomfortable.
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Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 24, 2008 21:11:15 GMT -5
She furrowed her brows at his hesitant words and let out a small soft grunt in understanding. "It's not you, I promise. I can't see." She said gently brushing her hand along the scar on her cheek trying to figure out a way to try and explain her condition to this guy. "I'm..." She trailed off drooping her head and rubbing her temple softly before she pushed away the sunglasses onto the top of her head and lifted her head back up.
"I'm blind." She said gently as her blue eyes just seemed to stare off into space at him. And this would probably be the time where he gets up and leaves like most guys who try to flirt with her upon their approach and discover that their silent attempts are futile. She could be wrong though. He may actually stay and chat. Probably do a little verbal flirting.
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Post by Brian Vince on Mar 24, 2008 21:22:50 GMT -5
As she began to talk, he got a little flustered and frustrated. He looked down in desperation, before hearing her words. He lifted his head up, beginning to understand her situation. He shook his head. As she said she was blind, finally, he fully realized.
"I'm so stupid. I'm sorry."He said after hearing her "confession". Being open-minded, he would never judge a girl, because of her "shortcomings". It's simply just a little liability. "Nobody's perfect, as Hannah Montana says."He said next, and smiled.
"You're gorgeous, you know." He told her, while looking at her.
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Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 24, 2008 21:29:38 GMT -5
She frowned softly and shook her head. "No, you just didn't know." She said gently pushing the sunglasses back down over her blue eyes so not to creep anybody in the cafeteria out. She scrunched up her nose at the mention of Hannah Montana. She didn't care if she was Billey Ray Cyrus's daughter. She couldn't stand her. She chuckled gently and turned her head back to her food. "I can't stand Hannah Montana." She admited softly smiling gently.
His next words kind of threw her off guard as she took a sip of her vanilla coke. It had been a while since a guy told her that, but they weren't totally alien words. She shrugged her shoulders softly. "I've been told that a time or two." She said gently and oh so casually. She didn't really care about her looks. Life wasn't about looks. It was about heart.
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Post by Brian Vince on Mar 24, 2008 21:46:48 GMT -5
He shook his head and chuckled. "She's a sweetie pie, Hannah is." He laughed. He got more comfortable, once again. This was so weird, comfortable one moment and un, the next. He softly smiled.
As she shrugged and commented on his preceding words, he looked at her, truly interested in what she had to say. He just locked his eyes in on her, hanging on every last word. "A time or two? I mean, I know it's not all that matters, but you're beautiful." He smiled and remarked at the same time.
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Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 24, 2008 21:57:10 GMT -5
She just rolled her eyes at the first comment. She didn't think she would ever be able to stand Hannah Montana. She just barely tolerated the girl's music. His words struck true, but to some it wasn't like that.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she turned her head back to him. "I'm not vain, by the way. It's kind hard to be vain when you can't see." She said gently looking at him. "And lets just say that guys get discouraged by me when they realize their subtle little flirtatious smiles and weren't seen because of my disability." She turned her head back to her food as she munched on some more chips slowly and thoughtfully. She wasn't trying to come off harsh or anything. It was just the way the world worked for her. It hurt to know that, but it was the truth, and, she wasn't going to hurt, it hurts her ego and pride just as much as it does the discouraged guys.
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Post by Brian Vince on Mar 24, 2008 22:07:04 GMT -5
He shook his head, listening at her next comment about guys. "Yeah, a lot of guys are just into themselves and aren't empathetic at all. It's frustrating." He told her, looking at her. He truly thought that good guys got a bad wrap for the immature, closed-minded jerk-offs. Listening to her really gripped him in his heart of hearts. He really wished that empathy was something that was inherent, and not learned. It would make the world a much better place.
"I try to be accommodating and sweet, but it's hard not to be cynical. I truly understand." He smiled, and took her hand into his hands./color]
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Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 24, 2008 22:16:15 GMT -5
She let out a soft snort of amusement. "If you think it's frustrating try being in my shoes." She said softly as she took a sip of her vanilla coke, her addiction. She had met a few nice guys, but so far she'd had no such luck finding one certain guy that she could count on.
She listened to him and turned her head to him when she felt his hands take her own. She felt the softest hint of a blush flush onto her cheeks. She smiled weakly yet warmly and nodded her head softly. She could find something in her mind at the moment to say to that.
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Post by Brian Vince on Mar 24, 2008 22:22:00 GMT -5
As she said that, he started to shake his head. "I can see that you haven't had the best luck with guys, but...there's some good ones out there." He smiled softly, and he took a sip of his own Coke, he brought with him from his table. He smiled as she smiled, and with a nod assured her of his last comment. He felt that she was too beautiful for a broken heart, and that guys should really know how these girls feel.
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Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 24, 2008 22:31:15 GMT -5
She smiled softly at him. "And sooner, if not later, I'll find myself one." She said sweetly as she took back her hand. She rubbed her thumb over one of the calloused tips of her finger. Her hands were soft and smooth, but her finger tips were horribly caloused from the five years of guitar playing she had been and still was experiencing."You know, you're not such a bad guy yourself." She said sweetly smiling warmly as she turned her head back to her food and tore off a piece of the sandwich and bit into it.
She reached up and brushed back a lock of hair behind her ear before she brought started to pop her knuckles gently. It was a really bad habit of hers that her mother used to fuss at her about all the time, but she never did stop doing it.
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