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Post by Othello Rile on Mar 12, 2008 9:54:58 GMT -5
Cool blue eyes matched the color of the chemically enhanced water, and the color in them seemed to ripple as lazily as the water in the unused pool. Generally, pools were a bit of a danger zone for a mysophobe like Othello, it’d be very easy for someone to just splash water out of the pool, onto him and thus cause another one of his violent panic attacks. He wasn’t so worried about today though, seeing as it was a Thursday afternoon, most people were in class. Othello had gotten out early after having finished a test early so presently, the pool was the quietest place on campus that wasn’t inhabited by people. A lonely, almost eerie setting, it was surprising that the cold chill that Othello gave off hadn’t turned the water to ice.
Sitting in a lawn chair he’d taken the time to sanitize with windex and sanitary wipes, Othello folded his legs Indian style. And in his lap, almost predictably, a very large magazine-like medical journal was sitting in his lap, split open to a certain page that Othello’s photographic mind was currently absorbing. Despite this rather sentient, quiet activity, it was hard not to notice Othello. If a person didn’t find the pungent smell of cleaner odd, their eyes would be drawn to him and his temperature lowering effect almost immediately. There was a certain, unspoken viciousness to him that projected even as he sat there. Of course, he wasn’t much to be intimidated of, but still. It didn’t help that every time those light blue eyes glanced up they seemed to be able to burn through a steel wall.
Looking down at the journal sitting in his lap, the only sound that came from his area was the slow, calculated turning of a page.
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Post by Luna Smith on Mar 12, 2008 10:25:24 GMT -5
It was thursday after noon. Training time. Luna happily changed into her bathing suit in the locker room and smiled. She didn't have a class now just because she knew the pool was always empty, and it was a great time for her to train. Stretching as she walked out into the pool area, she smiled. Swimming was her favorite activity, and now she had the pool all to hersel...
Her eyes was drawn to a young man sitting across the pool from her... in a beach chair. She didn't know whether to be amused or worried. She shook her head, it was none of her business. Climbing onto one of the take off boards, she dove swiftly into the water and made her way about half the distance of the pool before she surfaced. It was then only a quick few seconds more until she flip-turned against the other side, and headed back. She surfaced and checked her time. It was good but not her best. She laughed and began swimming slow laps around the pool.
She remembered the boy a few moments later and swam back to where he had been sitting. She pulled herself out of the pool and stood, dripping in front of him. "What 'cha doing?"
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Post by Othello Rile on Mar 12, 2008 10:50:49 GMT -5
Othello really hated when people showed off, or tried to without making it obvious. He was the last person who would be intrigued or amazed by anything they did, unless of course they let him run biological tests on them, then they might catch Othello’s interest. But just paddling around in a pool? Not impressive. He didn’t even glance up once as Luna entered, just rolled his eyes in disdain. So much for his quiet afternoon. He couldn’t wait until he graduated and he finally could get out of this place, get an apartment of his own, go to college with a lab that actually was up to scale with his abilities and needs and happily live out the rest of his lonely, miserable life.
Giving a slight shake of his head as the girl left the pool only to confront him, Othello let out an irritated breath. He went to every extent to make it blatantly obvious he didn’t like people and he would verbally rip them apart if they dare infringe on his loneliness. But then again, he didn’t find the other kids who went to this school to be the smartest species he’d ever encounters. “I could explain it to you, but I don’t have any pretty pictures or color coordinated drawings to help you understand.” Othello said in his cool, handsome voice that at the same time was harsh, biting and a bit uncaring. This girl was sorely outmatched.
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Post by Luna Smith on Mar 12, 2008 11:04:14 GMT -5
Luna smiled. Rare was the challenge that she would walk away from. If this kid wanted a battle then so be it. She walked over and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself, she grabbed another one and began to dry her hair. Calmly she walked back over and sat down next to him. "You're pretty smart huh?" She put as much forced ditziness into her voice as she could. "I bet you know all kinds of things. Why if I was like you I might actually have sex in twenty years." She looked away into the pool, almost as if she was lost in contemplation of that miracle.
She hated doing this to people, but some people really deserved it. Besides it was so much easier to make people like you if you didn't insult them first. She continued to absentmindedly dry out her hair. She realized that her insult might not effect him very much but this was just the stage where she was feeling him out, finding what (if anything) got under his skin.
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Post by Othello Rile on Mar 13, 2008 8:55:08 GMT -5
Was this girl braindead or did she think she was funny? Her act was a simplistic, stereotypic one that girls like her would put on all too often. She thought she was smart, so she'd act stupid and would sit their stupidly laughing at him, sticking her chest out and making herself more of a writing slab of bacteria processing meat than she was previously. How girls found this to be clever on their part, he had no sunshine idea, he saw it as being idiotic. "You're pretty generic, arent you?" Othello said with a mocking smile, though didnt once look over at Luna. "I think you've got a defect, maybe you should skip on back to the factory that pressed you out with the rest of your carbon copies."
"If you were like me you might not be harboring growing breast cancer, or probably not have all the STDs known to man like you do now. You know after about 5 days post being infected most sexually transmitted diseases work their way through your body using you as a carrier and often infect your mouth and eyes. Sex is such an intelligent thing to aspire to, glad to see your priorties lie in getting laid, you fit your frame just perfectly." Not once did Othello look up at Luna, but that really wasnt too uncommon. He never looked at the people he was speaking to. However, just to be irritating and to resist being counter productive, Othello flipped through his medical journal, pausing momentarily to lean forward and scrutinize a graph.
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Post by Luna Smith on Mar 13, 2008 9:04:21 GMT -5
Luna smiled, so that was how she could get to him. There was nothing she could say that would make the kid tick in the slightest, but if she was to just...
Luna stood up, the towel that had been drying her hair fell to the floor. "Oh that was mean." She said it in the same brain dead voice she'd used before. She paced away, almost as if she was going to leave before walking back over to him. She sat down on her knees next to him, "Oh, I'll forgive you, I know you didn't mean it." She laid her head on his shoulder and her hand began to absently stroke one of his arms, "If you're nice, we might even become friends." Her voice had changed, it was no longer twitty and airheaded, but calculating. She wanted to see exactly what his reaction to the physical contact would be.
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Post by Othello Rile on Mar 13, 2008 15:40:08 GMT -5
That was just nasty. Othello finally looked up, sneering and moving away from Luna just about as soon as she'd closed in on him. Women. If his own mother hadnt been an extrordinary woman he would have severly question most girls and their decisions. Just because they had breasts didnt mean they could cling and spread their germs all over the nearest male(or female, depending on their preference). Mostly it was the stereotype that Luna ohsoperfectly fit that lived up to this standard and Othello was increasingly bored by her. He didnt give her much time to react.
"Sorry, I'm better looking than you, I have standards." Standards entailing that he didnt date or was friends with anyone. Not to worry, Othello only faked confidence, since no one thinks a confident mind needs to be pried open, inspected and pitied. And before Luna could think to respond or move back in on him, Othello had withdrawn a can of lysol from his messanger bag and pointedly sprayed it directly at Luna's face, much like one would spray a cat with a waterbottle when it's done wrong, though far more corrosive. "Do it again and I'll burn out your eyes with lysol. Kay thanks." Taking a few sanitary wipes from his pocket Othello then proceded to clean over his arm and shoulder where Luna touched him with a look of disgust on his face.
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Post by Luna Smith on Mar 13, 2008 16:19:12 GMT -5
Luna waved her hand in front of her face waving the lysol away. "What's wrong. Are the big bad germs coming for you?" She laughed. "You're funny." She stood up, and walked the other way. "You know what your problem is? You're scared of people. If you would just chill out more people would like you." She rolled her shoulders. "By the way, My name is Luna. I don't even want to know yours, but when you stop being afraid of people, let me know."
Shaking her head she turned to walk out of the pool. She paused and looked back once. "Sorry I touched you. I knew you probably wouldn't like it, I was just trying to get under your skin." She paused for a moment. "Well I'll see you around." She waved slightly and turned back towards the exit.
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Post by Othello Rile on Mar 17, 2008 23:58:22 GMT -5
"Big bad germs kill more people a day then any bomb ever could and continue to evolve resistances. I'd rather be funny than like you and ignorant to things like an earthquake until one starts right underneath your feet." Othello said, once again not amused or impressed, sticking out his tongue as he flicked away the sanitary wipe he'd used to clean himself off with. Honestly, did this girl think that jumping in a pool constituted as a shower or something? He wrinkled his nose, practically dripping disgust.
At Luna's comment of him being scared of people, Othello lifted an eyebrow. Afraid of people? Hardly. Afraid of people close to him dying, hating him, leaving, hurting him, sure, but who wasnt afraid of that? People were nothing but animals, animals that were boring as he didnt get to stick needles into, shove in a box and wait to see if their skin turns orange. He didnt defend himself againt people, he defended himself against getting attached. Though let her go on thinking that he was, he'd delight in crushing her hope. He didnt respond or so much as look at her as she left, returning to his medical journal.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 21:51:21 GMT -5
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