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Post by sofie carter on Feb 13, 2013 16:04:36 GMT -5
The room in which Sofie sat was not a pleasant one. The walls were an unappealing shade of cream - or maybe they were supposed to be white? The air was stale and smelled of mildew, no thanks to the god-knows-how-old furniture scattered about the room. There was an air of sadness about the place which could only be attributed to the fact that everyone inside was not okay. Whether they were willing to admit it to themselves or not, the people in this place were not cut from the same cloth as those outside it's walls. Sighing, Sofie leaned her elbows on the tabletop and thumbed her way through an overworked the copy of The Hobbit for what felt like the thousandth time.
The thing about being in a room with a bunch of people, most of whom had some sort of anxiety issue, meant that rarely did you ever see two people conversing. Most were too paranoid, nervous, or intimidated to bother. Though she knew she had no right to talk as she was the same way. Four years and she'd only managed to befriend a select few. For the most part, she kept to herself, choosing to re-read the same things or when she was in a weird mood, people watch. Today happened to be one of those days.
Taking a moment the brunette glanced around the room - there didn't really seem to be much of interest going on. It was always the same damn people. Eventually, however, her eyes landed on a familiar head of curly blonde hair. She didn't know his name off the top of her head but she recognized him. She'd seen him around on occasion. Sofie hated to admit but she often found herself staring at the young man when they were within the same vicinity. As far as she knew he was a more recent addition to Ravenwood. She had never spoken to him but she'd heard the rumors. And they intrigued her more than she cared to admit. The story she had heard was that the boy had shot up a school and caused the death of fifty-plus people. Whether or not any of it was true, she didn't know. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
The young woman lifted the book up, attempting to hide her eyes so as to not look so obvious. Peeking over the top, Sofie realized how suspicious she must have looked after a moments thought and placed her arms back on the table, flipping a page and flattening the book out. The last thing she needed was to set off one of the more paranoid patients.
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Feb 15, 2013 5:37:39 GMT -5
 This wasn't the first time he had caught her staring at him. He never met her gaze directly, instead glimpsing her looks from the corner of his vision and pretending not to notice. Whenever he did decide to casually glance in her direction, she would always divert her eyes immediately, which only confirmed his suspicions. Like now, for instance, the moment Tobias lifted his dark eyes to meet hers, the girl all but buried her face behind the book she was pretending to read. He wasn't obliviously doped up on meds like most of the people here, and he did notice things, no matter how subtle they might be.
What he really wanted to know was why. Why him? Why the fuck was she so interested? If he didn't know better, he'd think she was playing coy with him. He did know better, though. The only reasonable explanation was that she must have heard the rumors. That, or he had something permanently tattooed to his face that he didn't know about. Whatever the case, Tobias hated the feeling of eyes on him. It made him feel uncomfortable, anxious, like he was being silently judged. Quite honestly, he'd rather hear any complaints face to face.
He waited a moment, until he was sure the girl was looking, and then winked, batting one eye in feigned allure to let her know that he'd caught on. There was a pause as he allowed her to register this, and then he pushed himself away from the wall he'd been leaning against and began making his way across the room. His advance was slow, thoughtful, and his gaze never left its target. Tobias wasn't usually one to initiate contact of any sort, but he couldn't ignore the persistent tug of curiosity in his chest. It was the girl's lucky day -- Ravenwood's youngest psychopath felt like introducing himself for a change.
"You're gonna burn a hole through me if you keep lookin' like that," Tobias chided bluntly, sliding down into the worn-out chair across from the female. He held a serious expression for a long moment, but then a crooked smirk worked its way onto his pallid face, and his brown eyes reflected faint amusement.
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Post by sofie carter on Feb 15, 2013 20:41:17 GMT -5
For the most part, Sofie was convinced she was doing wonderfully with her stealth attempts. It wasn't until her eyes met those of the curly-haired boy, paired with the wink, that she realized she wasn't as good as she'd initially thought. If there had been any hint of amusement on her face it faded quickly. A mix of shock and fear covered her features as her eyes widened. She could feel her heart rate pick up as the boy pushed himself away from the wall and started toward her. The way he was moving reminded her of a predator advancing on it's prey. Sofie tore her gaze away from him, fighting with herself over whether or not she should try to leave. Her green eyes scanned the room frantically, the look on her face begging anyone who might catch it to come to her aid. Unfortunately for her no one was paying her any attention.
Sofie watched as the blonde slipped into the chair across from her. She heard him speak but the words took a moment to settle in her brain. Instead, she cast her eyes upon the book in front of her, trying her best not to let her nerves show through. A few seconds passed as she brought her gaze back up, green eyes meeting brown. He didn't look as deadly serious as he had only moments before, which allowed for her to choke out a nervous laugh, "I'm sorry.." The young woman trailed off, not quite sure what to say. What was she supposed to say? She'd never been placed in this situation before. She'd just been caught and called out for staring at someone in an admittedly creepy way. And it was obvious by his tone that he wasn't oblivious to her previous looks either. "This is embarrassing." In an attempt to be polite Sofie closed The Hobbit and slid it to the side, choosing to give the boy her full attention; she at least owed him that. "I hope I didn't.. freak you out? That was never my intention," she offered the boy a soft smile.
With nothing in her hands Sofie became painfully aware of the fact that they were now flopped on the table. She pulled them back and folded them in front of her, beginning to pick at the skin by her thumb. Despite her best efforts, her nerves were beginning to show through. A sudden bang caused the girl to jump in place, her head whipping around to see one of the other patients putting a chair back into it's proper position.
"I'm Sofie," she stated, hoping to any god that might possibly exist that any conversation between herself and the boy in front of her would be light. She really didn't want to try to explain why she'd spent the past few months staring at the back of his head.
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Feb 17, 2013 19:43:21 GMT -5
Tobias studied the female's face as she meekly apologised. He could tell that she felt awkward, as anyone would in this situation, but that only served to amuse him. Watching people squirm was merely a source of entertainment; the way they stumbled over their words with flushed cheeks. Perhaps it was insensitive for the boy to call her out so bluntly, but he didn't like to waste time beating around the bush. Besides, it wasn't like this was the first occasion that he'd caught her giving him looks. Naturally, as much as he loathed human contact, he was curious. What did she see when her eyes met his?
"So, you're what? My secret admirer?" he asked with a snort. Of course, he knew that wasn't the answer, and as usual, his voice was laced with sarcasm. It was rare that he meant what he said. He spoke in his own language of snarky insults and ironic mockeries. Unfortunately, his witty remarks were wasted on the emotionless zombies that walked the halls, and his words were often taken more seriously than he intended them to be. The rather grim-faced look he wore probably didn't help. With a seemingly permanent scowl and perpetual bags under his eyes, he didn't look like someone who would speak in jest.
"My friends call me Toby," the delinquent added after a long pause, reluctantly returning the female's introduction. "Or at least they would if I had any friends." Again, there was a soft bite in the undertones of his voice. He wasn't too keen on giving out his alias, and it was rare he ever handed out his full name. He knew better. Once you did that, it was only a matter of time before someone snooped through your file. Then again, the rumors going around about him were worse than what was actually in the paperwork. Nothing much had changed since high school. Even the mentally ill found amusement in gossip.
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