* - - sweet hypocrisy

[caroline]

CAROLINE LAUGHS AND ITS RAINING ALL DAY SHE LOVES
to be one of the girls. she lives in a place in the side of our lives

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Perhaps one of the scariest moments of Caroline's day was lunch time. She wasn't anorexic, wasn't bulemic, she ate quite healthily really...but there were people at lunch. Lots of people. People she didn't even know, didn't even want to know, and would hopefully never actually get to know. Sure, she talked to a few of them in that chat room...but that was different...online Caroline was a fairly charismatic person, much less of a spazz, she didn't come off as such a freak...and she just seemed more normal in general. Not to mention the fact that she could actually make her thoughts known without stuttering and stammering over every other word. Even though she did often feel awkward, because for some absurd reason people thought it completely fine to act like animals on there, talking about sex like it was some kind of game...if there were two things on earth that made Caroline most nervous, it was sex...and men.

So while there wasn't a lot of the former in the cafeteria, the place seemed to be surrounded by the latter. It was all she could think as she clumsily walked into the room, her hands shaking slightly as she got in the line to wait for her turn to get her lunch, which probably wouldn't be all that good tasting anyway...but at least it would be edible...and probably a lot more good for her than just sitting in her dorm room and eating dry cereal, which was what she'd done for breakfast that morning and what she'd done for supper the night before. And she'd probably be completely fine as soon as she was sitting down, preferably alone, so it was really no big deal in the least. Maybe one of the few people she could talk to would even show up...

After several muttered words, almost bumping into some scary looking kid, she finally had her lunch. Her lunch that consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich, some milk, and an apple. Pretty basic, but at the moment, just getting out of gym class, they looked like heaven. It even made it easier for the young girl to walk through the slightly crowded room, ignoring the eyes she felt on her (the ones that probably weren't even really there, but you can thank her paranoia for that), and sitting down at an empty table in the back of the cafeteria, quickly twisting the stem off her apple and taking a bite.

status • fin!
words • 432 >.>
tags • mike
outfit • click
lyrics • pretty in pink - the dresden dolls (cover)
notes • this is uber sucky...I find myself museless today. D; sorry.
credits • the mouse & the model @ caution

[davakin4]

Lunch, probably Mike's favorite time of day. He was able to eat something that wasn't bought from a local mart or restaurant. Not that he didn't like eating at restaurants but lunch was one of those times of day when he could have fun meeting with friends and enjoying a better side of the school that didn't normally exist off campus. Then there was also the fact that he had biology right before lunch and he always starved himself before he had biology because he didn't want to lose his lunch to the vile things they studied in there.

He wasn't afraid of blood, he wasn't disgusted by organs, but he really didn't like dissections. They were just disgusting. He had to see what was inside those things that existed in all beings bodies that he wanted nothing to even know more than simple things about. He knew he was destroying his liver, but did he need to see the inside of it in a science class to know just what he was doing to it? No, that was uncalled for and repulsive thank you very much. He'd rather pass on that.

Well here he was in the cafeteria. The one place he could escape everything school. He waited in line for the meal of the day and thanked the cook for the meal as he went out to find himself a seat. He was wearing a leather jacket, jeans and a pair of custom biker style boots. He'd just been off campus for a ride before biology and hadn't had time to change. He was almost tripped by a cut throat but he wound up balancing his tray on one hand and socked the kid in the gut, catching him off guard and planting his face in his food.

With a chuckle Mike finally caught a glimpse of what looked to be Caroline, a girl he'd known for a good while here at Fitzgerald, and went over to where she was eating. Setting his tray down calmly to let her know he was there. He stepped over the table's seat bench and smiled at her. "Hey Caroline. Hope you don't mind if eat lunch with you. How was P.E.?" He was cheerful as he usually liked to be and kept himself that way around Caroline. He'd heard from her what she'd been through and didn't want to make her uncomfortable at all. In fact if anyone gave her a strange look and he saw it he glared at them and waved them off.

[caroline]

CAROLINE LAUGHS AND ITS RAINING ALL DAY SHE LOVES
to be one of the girls. she lives in a place in the side of our lives

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* WHERE NOTHING IS EVER STRAIGHT
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Really, the amount of people Caroline felt safe around had been low even before that night she'd been raped. Her paranoia, while it hadn't been as bad, had still been around back then. Even before then she hadn't talked much, and instead preferred to use actions, facial expressions. To Caroline the raise of an eyebrow could say so much more than a paragraph of random dialogue. Of course no one really understood that, so even to this very day she wasn't completely mute...but that's besides the point. The point is after the raping, her little trust issues, her slight paranoia, her tendency to speak little, it all hightened by a tenfold. Instead of coming off as a shy girl she started coming off as a completely insane girl, always shaking when she was in large crowds, refusing to look people in the eye, afraid of her own father, clinging to her own mother. All good signs of insanity I do think. Which was probably why her mother sent her to Fitzgerald...that and she wanted her away from the family, so she could stop soiling the family's name with her odd ways and mental disorders.

Her good friend Michael, though, he wasn't so bad. She'd known him for a while, so she was a bit more relaxed around him than she was most...a bit. He wasn't scary like most guys, either, which was nice. She had to admit when she'd first met him he was scary...just because he was kind of a big guy...very muscular. There were probably a million ways he could kill her, especially at her tiny height. He could probably squeeze her to death...he could definitely strangle her...and if he got a hold of a knife or something...but, no, he wouldn't do that. He was her friend, and he was nice. And he seemed to be strangely protective of her. Like the way he gave people mean looks when they looked at her.

Needless to say when she heard the tray against the table her first inscinct was to cringe...but when she saw who it was she relaxed...slightly, letting out a little bit of a sigh of relief. "Hi. I don't mind." She said in her quiet voice, flashing him a quick, polite smile, before taking another bite of her apple. "Good." She said simply, with a shrug of her shoulder. Of course the shrug of her shoulders said more than the actual words. While the words could have meant the class was good, the shrug showed that it hadn't been all that great...sports never were for her. Especially since they made her wear shorts...which made her show off her legs, which she didn't like to do all that much. "How are you doing?" Sadly enough the four words were longer than most of her sentences were.

status • fin!
words • 480
tags • mike
outfit • click
lyrics • pretty in pink - the dresden dolls (cover)
notes • nada
credits • the mouse & the model @ caution

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[davakin4]

Mike had had many numbers of friends over the years. Even up to his time at Fitzgerald. But he was happy to say that none of them were known for threatening people or being assholes. He was very picky of who he made friends with to an extent, mostly because he didn't want them to over react to his protective nature. He liked to know that his friends were safe and that usually made him want to be the one to ensure that. Not that he knew just how that made them feel. Most of them were grateful that he cared so much to be protective of them, while some others would merely regard his normal tendencies and ignore his protectiveness. Had any of them actually said anything against his tendencies? Yes, they had but he didn't really react. He just did what was normal and digested it as a bit of constructive criticism.

Of all of Mike's friends he was probably the most protective of his friend Caroline. Not only because of what had happened to her but also because of how she reacted to the people around her. He wanted her to feel safe and though he couldn't tell if she wanted him to be protective she didn't push him away so he assumed that she was okay with it for the most part. Sometimes he would compare her to some of the other girls he had for friends. They were more adventurous yes, but he didn't exactly like that about them. He wasn't good with relationships simply because of the breakup part. So you might say he was a bit happy to relate to Caroline when it came to being adventurous. He was happy that they could just be friends.

When she answered his question about how her class had gone and shrugged he could read her like a book. It hadn't gone well and he figured that it was probably because of the clothes she was required to wear. He took a sip of his soda after cracking it open and flashed a smile back to her. He was a little surprised when he'd first met her at how scared of him she was but after they got to know one another things got easier. "My class went okay... I hate biology." He gave a slight shudder at the word and what it entailed. "How's everything else been?" He asked these questions regularly sometimes to make sure things were going well for her. He usually asked one or two of these questions to a couple of his other friends but when it came to Caroline he felt more of an obligation to keep up to date.

[caroline]

CAROLINE LAUGHS AND ITS RAINING ALL DAY SHE LOVES
to be one of the girls. she lives in a place in the side of our lives

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* WHERE NOTHING IS EVER STRAIGHT
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Unlike a majority of people, especially men, Mike was safe. She knew that much...she could just kind of tell. Of course Caroline thought just about everyone on earth was unsafe, so she might have not been the best person to ask about how safe people were. She'd probably be afraid of some frail little old man if given the chance. But Mike just seemed truly safe, and it was refreshing to have someone who was actually protective over here, in a place where she basically had no one. At least at home she'd had her mother, kind of had her big sister...but here she had absolutely no one. Except her few friends, but they were pretty much limited to her roommate, who wasn't so bad...and Mike. And a few other people who just didn't seem all that bad. So needless to say, no, she didn't mind Mike's protectiveness over her...she wouldn't ever tell him as much, just because it would be a weird thing to put into words, especially considering everything was weird for Caroline to put into words. They just sounded awkward to her, nothing sounded right, and so she preferred to leave the talking to people who knew how to work words better than she did. Like just about everyone on earth.

Growing up she hadn't actually started talking until she was four years old, almost five, something that had worried her parents since her sister had said the word hippopatamus at the age of one and a half years old. Of course Caroline's sister, whom Caroline secretly envied since she was old enough to see such emotions, was perfect. In every way. She was pretty, she was tall, she was talented...and in Caroline's mind she was everything Caroline wasn't. The only thing Caroline was talented in was writing, but she'd even been struggling with that lately.

"Everyone hates biology..." She mumbled, smiling a little bit, but as she spoke she looked down at her tray instead of at him, which would have been the polite thing to do of course. But eye contact always made her uncomfortable, even with people like Mike. "Good." She said simply. Which wasn't a lie. Nothing had been bad, per say. It was all just extremely ordinary...nothing was great, but nothing was bothering her much either. Well, other than a few people...but she was trying to just ignore them to the best of her ability. "How's things?" Of course it wasn't exactly a full sentence, and it was more out of politeness than anything, but oh well. mike would get what she was saying.

status • fin!
words • 428
tags • mike
outfit • click
lyrics • pretty in pink - the dresden dolls (cover)
notes • nada
credits • the mouse & the model @ caution