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Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 19, 2009 23:57:58 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me. [/b] Like every good kid, Aiden was in his class that morning. But, like usual for him, he wasn’t paying too much attention. It was a good thing the teacher was just talking to the class about anything but the subject matter because Aiden was so lost in his little world there could’ve been an earthquake and he’d have never known it. He squinted at the small picture he was drawing on the table he sat at, his brow furrowed in concentration and his tongue sticking out a bit. It was hard work to draw such a lovely drawing of a stick figure with a…stick dog. Aiden wasn’t much of an artist, anyway. He didn’t care though. He only drew to keep himself occupied for the time being. He was more of a singer than an artist, but usually when he would start singing in the middle of class, nothing good would happen.
With a bright smile, he straightened up a bit, staring down at his hard work proudly. He was bored with drawing then and needed something else to do. Aiden was quite surprised he did so well in school since he could barely sit still or pay attention through a full class. Of course, when classes were like the one he was currently in (aka, a boring one where they didn’t do anything), it wasn’t too hard to pass. Aiden was bright, but usually hyped up on Red Bull and Twizzlers or another assortment of energy producing chemically filled food products. All-in-all, it was the beginnings of another day for Aiden Mitchell.
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Post by Penny St.John on Feb 20, 2009 9:49:15 GMT -6
Her small frame had waddled along the busy hallways, mumbling excuses as she bumped shoulders with others, and as they bumped back. The messenger bag slung across her shoulder was feeling far more heavy than usual, though Penny had suspicions that it was due to the growing baby in her belly, than the books in her bag. Nonetheless, she wasn't about to let out a complaint about her aches and pains. Both her father and stepmother were wary in regards to Penny continuing school, but she refused to give up her spot at the Academy, along with the stream of socialization that came with it. School was the only place she saw people her age, and though she hadn't exactly made too many friends yet, she was determind to keep trying. Students, nonetheless continued to pass over her. Penny was just some time bomb ready to blow, and while people were polite they didn't spend any more time talking to her than necessary.
Waddling into the classroom, a good bit before the bell was going to ring, Penny found it to be empty apart from a few students sitting here and there, their heads bent over as they fiddled around with work, whether it be recreational or studious. She was bundled up in a sweater over her clothes, still growing used to the New York cold. California, Penny decided, was far better than the blistering east coast. The fall hadn't been to unbearable; still a bit chillier than her liking, but nothing too horrid. Winters on the other hand...
Finding a seat, Penny let out a noise that resembled a sigh as she slowly lowered herself down onto the chair. Sliding her bag carelessly off her shoulder, it hit the floor with a "thud". Resting a hand on her ever expanding stomach, she tilted her head downwards, Penny's gaze fixated on it for a brief moment. Gripping the edge of the table with one hand, she leaned sideways, now trying to reach the bag she had just dropped. Seeing that there was going to be time before the teacher arrived, Penny figured she could get some sketching, or at least go through her checklist of the day done.
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Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 20, 2009 10:07:49 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me. [/b] He continued to be so lost in his own little world that he didn’t realize someone had sat in the desk next to him. He was scrutinizing his masterful drawing of the stick person walking its stick dog. Finally becoming bored with it, Aiden set his pencil down and started looking around the room. His eyes landed on the desk next to him and he started a bit when he realized that it was no longer empty like it had been just a few minutes before. He scrunched his face up in concentration, trying to remember when he even had a notion that someone else had come into the room. Seeing that he couldn’t remember when the girl arrived, he shrugged slightly. He wasn’t sure of the girl’s name, but he’d seen her around. He thought she was in his year, but he wasn’t so sure. He wasn’t often too good at guessing ages in people.
Aiden smiled brightly at the girl who was obviously very pregnant. He knew that that bit of information would throw a lot of people off, but he didn’t care. To him, she was just another person to talk to…maybe someone to befriend. “Hey,” he said cheerfully, his smile still on his face. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Aiden.” His smile was warm and friendly, radiating in the energy that he almost always held. He knew some (most) people didn’t like to be around him (especially in the mornings) because he could be too energetic. He hoped that this girl wasn’t one of them. She looked kind of lonely in Aiden’s opinion…maybe she needed a friend. [/size] tag;; Penny/Open word count;; 272 ooc;; [/center]
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Post by Penny St.John on Feb 20, 2009 10:38:25 GMT -6
The tips of her fingers brushed against the strap of her bag. Biting her lip in concentration, her brow furrowed slightly, Penny managed to grasp hold of the messenger bag strap. Tugging it closer with slight frustration, she managed to pick it up and place it onto the desktop. Fumbling with the objects that were inside her bag, Penny managed to tug out a small notebook, along with a purple pen. As soon as she had the cap taken off, she heard someone speaking. The voice sounding close, Penny automatically looked up, and was surprised to see someone looking back.
"Oh!" Penny stated in somewhat surprise, before she offered a smile of her own. Tucking a strand of unbrushed, wavy blonde hair behind her ear, she attempted to swivel in her chair somewhat, so she could face the guy a bit more. Penny had seen him around somewhat, but had never caught his name and honestly didn't know much about him. "Penny." She introduced, before peering over towards the piece of paper on his desk. Eyebrow raised, she glanced back over towards him. "Stick figures your expertize?"
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Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 20, 2009 16:20:27 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me. [/b] He listened as she introduced herself with a smile on his face. “Hi, Penny, it’s nice to meet you!” replied Aiden brightly. He glanced at his drawing when she asked about it and then nodded in reply. “For sure. Nobody can draw stick figures quite like I can.” He laughed a little at his statement, knowing that a monkey with a pencil could probably draw stick figures. He didn’t care though. It was entertaining to him for a short period of time; and, he never cared what other people thought about him as long as he was happy. Of course, it did make it so he was a bit awkward with socialization and didn’t really have all that many friends. But, he did have to admit that the ones he did have were insanely awesome. “Are you new to the academy or are you just someone I’ve overlooked? Because I do that a lot…overlooking people I mean. I’ve got kind of a short attention span, and no real train of thought. At least…that’s what I’ve been told.”
Aiden was in a really good mood and he was filled with energy that morning. Of course, part of that could have to do with the energy drink he’d had on his way from the dorms to the school. His friends often tried to ban him from candy, sodas, and energy drinks (especially in the mornings). Of course, it didn’t do them much good when he kept a well hidden stash of all the “banned items” in his dorm room. He’d like to see them try to find anything in his well organized mess of a room. [/size] tag;; Penny/Open word count;; ooc;; [/center]
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Post by Penny St.John on Feb 20, 2009 16:37:04 GMT -6
Patiently, Penny waited as the guy; Aiden was his name, continued to speak. Never before had she thought she would meet someone who could chatter far more than she could. Nonetheless, her chatterbox tendencies were usually restricted to when nerves overtook her. Seeing that his art work wasn't the greatest, she assumed he wasn't in cahoots with the art department. Maybe an actor? Musician? There were so many talents going on in the Academy. Penny was still getting accustomed to being around so many talented to people.
"New this year." Penny then answered, both hands folded across her pregnant stomach. "I started at the beginning, but yeah this is my first year." She paused, before then adding. "I've seen you around though." Penny motioned towards him. "Sort of easy to overlook people around here though. So many things to look at, you know." Smiling again, a quiet laugh escaped her lips. "You've gone from one point to another." At least it made conversation easy with him, to have.
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Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 20, 2009 16:56:46 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me. [/b] A smile stayed on his face as he listened to her talking. He felt a little better knowing that he hadn’t just overlooked her. Even though she was right, it was quite easy to overlook people. With so many around, it was often difficult to remember who he’d talked to and who he hadn’t. “Yeah, I tend to do that. Especially when I’m hyper like I am now; it’s the energy drinks, I swear,” he replied to her last statement. He often jumped around from one subject to the next, more so when he had an energy drink in his system. “My friends, the loving things they are, have tried many times to make sure energy drinks are nowhere around me in the mornings; but, I’ve outsmarted them. But I’m not so sure if it’s a good thing. I’m not too sure if I need the excess energy.” He’d heard the whole spiel of energy drinks being bad for him, but he didn’t care too much. At least he wasn’t smoking or doing drugs. There were far worse things he could be putting into his body than excess sugar.
Aiden’s attention was brought back to the drawing on his desk. He picked it up with a small smile on his face and then held it up to show it better to Penny before saying, “I think the dog needs a name. What d’you think?” Aiden only barely registered the thought that his over-energetic nature could be a bit overwhelming to this girl he’d never met. But, he didn’t dwell on it too much. It was just how he was, and he knew it was why he wasn’t as popular as some of his friends. He was never one to let that bother him, though. There were more important things in the world to worry about like what color Skittle was better. [/size] tag;; Penny/Open word count;; 312 ooc;; [/center]
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Post by Penny St.John on Feb 20, 2009 19:07:46 GMT -6
Penny's eyes widened somewhat, as she continued to listen to Aiden talk. It was sort of nice, being able to listen to someone else ramble, opposed to herself. "Smart friends." She commented, not in a mean manner, but instead a nice teasing one, which was proved by the smile still on her face. Penny had never drank too many energy drinks. She rarely had coffee, let alone a red bull. With her pregnancy, she had experienced cravings for weird combos of candy and salty junk food, but never enough to get on a very large sugar high.
As the doodle was held up for Penny to get a better look at it. "Hm." She gave a thoughtful noise, one hand cupping her chin, her elbow resting on her stomach. "Well, names are very important. The process can't be rushed, you know. And its obviously a boy dog. But it can't have a lame ass name. Like Muffin or Spot or Max or Cookie. It needs something good."
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Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 20, 2009 19:42:17 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me. [/b] Aiden laughed slightly at her comment about his smart friends. He was glad that she didn’t seem to be scared away by his…hisness. It was nice to be around someone he didn’t see every day who didn’t mind him being himself. Sure, he loved his friends to death; but, it was always nice to make new friends as well. He looked at the drawing while Penny looked at it, thinking about the name thing. He nodded when she said names were important, because they were. A name could be very defining. “You’re so right. Those names are completely over-used and not good enough for this doggie,” he replied. He looked at the picture trying to come up with a name. It had to be creative and unique and completely unpredictable. He scrunched his face up a bit in concentration. Then he sighed defeatedly. “I can’t think of anything good enough. All I can come up with is something like Bob or George. And I don't think that any of them are good enough. They're just not...I don't know...but, yeah, I don't think they fit. What about you?” Sometimes Aiden could come up with the most creative and random things…other times he just couldn’t think at all. [/size] tag;; Penny/Open word count;; ooc;; [/center]
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Post by Penny St.John on Feb 20, 2009 20:16:10 GMT -6
Again Penny's expression was one in thought. She had had bad enough time attempting to name childhood pet goldfish, let alone the stick figure dog, and on such short notice! "What's its personality?" She questioned. Despite the fact it was just a doodle, Penny figured there had to be some thought behind it. Every time she sketched, she couldn't help but to create some sort of story. Whether it was some bird that was picking at the grass in the park, or a face she made up in her head. There was at least some bit of a story behind that stick dog.
"How about-" Penny began to say, before her voice trailed off. "God this is hard." Tapping her pencil against her desk, she tried to wrack her brain for names. "Ralph?" She offered, glancing over at Aiden. "Or- something more old fashioned. Give the dog some class." [/blockquote]
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