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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 3, 2008 14:31:24 GMT -5
Nathan's thoughts were disturbed but Gwynne's voice. He blinked and looked up at her.
"Yeah, sorry about that." he said quietly, now fully aware of what was going on outside of his mind. He quickly pushed his thoughts aside and smiled at her.
"So..how are you?" he asked to change the subject. He didn't want her to ask questions about what he was thinking about, he hated that. For once he was acctually making eye contact for once, which he didn't usually do. But this time he acctually wanted to create conversation. Both of Nathan's arms were resting on the table top, his right hand covering his left. He looked at her pretending to be curious, but truthfully he wasn't really.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 3, 2008 14:37:14 GMT -5
Gwynne blinked, unsure of whether to buy his change of subject. Shaking herself mentally, she tapped the end of her chewed straw.
"Fantabulous," she said innocently, pronouncing one of her favourite made up words. She enjoyed grabbing random words and mushing them together to create something new. If she didn't do it, who would? Truthfully, Gwynne thought that everyone must have made at least one word that was a combination.
She leaned back slightly. "And you? Anything new? How's school? Do you have a job?" Gwynne listed off a few questions to keep the conversation going.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 3, 2008 15:01:10 GMT -5
Nathan raised an eyebrow at her word, fantabulous but didn't have time to comment about it because of the multiple questions being thrown at him. He blinked and carefully answered them.
"I'm good. No, nothing's new..School's alright and no, I don't have a job." He let out a breath jokingly. He raised his eyebrows at her "And yourself?" he asked politely, he was slightly curious this time but was mostly asking to continue the conversation, which wasn't particularly his strong point. He glanced down at the tiled floor where a forgotten candy was still laying, the corner of his mouth twitched humourously but not noticeably. Shifting his gaze back up to Gwynne he waited for her to answer.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 3, 2008 15:06:43 GMT -5
Gwynne grinned and put her elbows on the table, still playing with the straw with nimble fingers.
"Well, a new shop opened at the mall, which I visited yesterday. It's called Stitches, and I bought this hoodie," she gestured to the sweater she was wearing, "as well as some bangles, which I have yet to wear. School. Is terrible. The teachers lack a sense of humor, and now they know it's me who's been sticking 'kick me' signs on their backs."
She rolled her eyes. "I've yet to get a job. I finished my community hours at the animal shelter, so now I'm thinking of getting a job here." Gwynne glanced at the counter, where the waitress was playing with a lock of her hair. "You know, steal her job."
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 3, 2008 19:02:24 GMT -5
Nathan nodded slowly at her comments about shopping at the new store in the mall, not particularly interested. When she mentioned the 'kick me signs' he grinned.
"Oh what a rebel you are." he added before she moved on to the next answer. She wanted to get a job here? He raised his eyebrows. She didn't seem like the type who would be able to pull off being a perky waitress in fifties clothing, the thought of that make him smile. That would be something to see. he thought.
His gaze followed her to the young woman at the counter and held in a laugh. The thought of the girl in front of him wearing the pink and white striped apron lingered in his imagination. He turned back to Gwynne.
"Seriously? That seems like it would be a difficult character for you to pull off." He said smiling. He wasn't sure if she was being serious or not now.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 3, 2008 20:48:22 GMT -5
Gwynne chuckled and rolled her eyes, holding a lopsided grin on her face. She finished her drink slowly then pointed at the waitress absently.
"I'm not going to be like her," her grin widened. "What else is the perfect opportunity to spill salt into one of the Beta's drinks? Honestly, all I have to do is put on pink lipstick and chew bubblegum, along with a cheesy smile."
She motioned for the waitress, who came over as bubbly as ever. "Need anything?"
Gwynne nodded and ordered a small box of french fries, and some salt. She returned the broad, practiced smile until the young woman turned her back on her. With a flourish, Gwynne pressed a stickie note to her back, so as she was walking away the words I give free lap dances stood out clearly. She put her hand to her mouth, smiling behind it and holding back a laugh.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 3, 2008 21:08:36 GMT -5
Nathan thought for a moment about her comment about the waitresses, then nodded.
"I suppose so." was his reply then grinned "But don't blame me when I come here to make fun of your uniform." he said, trying to sound innocent.
When the waitress came over to the table to take their order Nathan shook his head. He was never one to like fast food, his diet was remotely healthy. He watched as Gwynne stuck the note on the woman's back. Nathan read it and let out a laugh, then tried to disguise it into a cough. Nathan turned back to Gwynne after the waitress disappeared into the kitchen.
"So, I guess you're pretty pro at that." He said, still smiling slightly.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 3, 2008 21:15:02 GMT -5
"I guess you could say that," replied Gwynne, batting her eyelashes innocently. "But it's the dumb ones that are easy to get by."
She watched the waitress return with her fries, unaware of the note on her back, but looking uneasy from the snickers coming from around the hangout. Gwynne grinned as the waitress left again, and she tested a fry.
"Mm, pretty good," she looked at Nathan inquiringly. "Want a few before I dump the salt on it?"
She took the ketchup bottle from the little cage on the table, shaking it thoroughly and pouring the red liquid into the corner of the carton.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 3, 2008 21:27:32 GMT -5
Nathan grinned at Gwynne's comment. Dumb was definitely a good word to describe her latest victim. He watched the waitress come and go, taking note of her expression. The corner of his mouth twitched. A little piece of paper could do so much to someone's mood. He liked her better that way, not as painfully cheery.
Nathan glanced at the box of fries and shook his head. "Nah, I'm good." said and watched her pour the ketchup.
He silently leaned against the back of the chair, allowing his arms to drop back to his lap and thought about what to say.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 3, 2008 21:35:03 GMT -5
Gwynne shook her head and said teasingly, "Suit yourself, but you don't know what you're missing!"
She took the salt packet and opened it, dashing the salt on. Nimbly, she took a fry and popped it into her mouth after dipping it in the ketchup. She made a sound of satisfaction before looking back at Nathan.
"What do you think of the Betas and Omegas?" she asked, her index finger outlining the rim of her empty root beer glass.
Personally, Gwynne knew of no one who couldn't stop talking about the stuck up snobs. She could rant for hours about how they needed to save their money for university and not face lifts, or how they should try and do their homework for themselves. The corners of her lips curved up into a small smile as Gwynne remembered how she used to always have a ranting contest with her two best friends, who now went to different schools.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 3, 2008 21:46:41 GMT -5
Nathan shrugged. "I think they're normal people just like everyone else, but should start acting like it."
He was good at not judging people by how they dressed or what cliques they were in, but that wasn't a judgment, it was the simple truth. Most people had something rude to say about them, or just plain hated them, so why did they seem treat them like saviors? Well Nathan wasn't impressed by them, nor was he with celebrities or people of high status. He strongly believed that everyone are equals, and that's how he treated them.
Nathan looked at Gwynne. "And what does Gwynne think about them?" He asked leaning forward again, his elbows propped up on the table and looked at her questioningly.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 3, 2008 22:00:41 GMT -5
Gwynne ate a couple more french fries before answering at her leisure.
"They're full of themselves, thinking they have power over everyone," she began, the tone of her voice clearly dictating she was about to go on a long rant. "I'm not as sure about the guys, but the Betas are stuck up snobs that force nerds into doing their homework for them. They find anyone out of their clique inferior, and those who rebel are punished by public humiliation." She gestured as she spoke, her back straight as she ate another fry and swept on.
"They all think themselves as rulers of the school, when they're not. And one day they'll get into a huge brawl over their own ignorance. Like, they don't realize that they're all the same, save a dislike or two. Clones. They're intelligence is even the same! And those who were once smart purposely lower themselves to the Betas level just to fit in, thus their grades plummeting with their ego. I don't know how or why people still want to be like them. In the end, they'll either be anorexic models, bad singers or streetbound druggies, still living with their parents."
Gwynne took a deep breath, having finished her speech. She munched on a few more fries idly, awaiting Nathan's response.
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 4, 2008 17:56:52 GMT -5
Nathan sat still, watching her as she ranted on and on. When she was finished he blinked. He wasn't expecting such a long speech. "I..suppose so." was his simple reply. She was pretty much right, but exaggerating quite a bit. Personally, Nathan didn't like insulting people or making fun of them, but he knew it was human nature not to get along with everyone and such.
"I'm not a fan on labeling people." He said, thinking. And he wasn't a fan of being labeled ethier, but he wasn't going to change just so people would call him 'emo'. Technically, he was emo, but he didn't exactly like being called it. The school seemed to be ruled by labels, he thought that was ridiculous.
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Post by Gwynne Windover on Apr 4, 2008 18:15:30 GMT -5
Gwynne dropped her gaze to her hands, which were now clasped together on the tabletop. She hoped she hadn't offended him in her little rant, which she so passionately believed in most of the time. The Beta's in her eyes would have been better off seeking an all girls' school, where they couldn't bother her or anybody else not in their clique.
"I label people rather a lot," admitted Gwynne, looking up and grimacing a little. "I've always been thinking that I can label others, but if someone does to me it's wrong. I guess that's how rivalries stir up. Nobody thinks themselves as in the wrong, except for a rare few."
She sighed and ate another fry to fill in the space between her next few words.
"But I don't like feeling sad," she continued. "So that's probably why I try not to voice my personal thoughts all the time, and try to humor everyone else around me."
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Post by Nathan Lockwood on Apr 4, 2008 19:32:47 GMT -5
Nathan noticed Gwynne's change in expression, he frowned. He didn't want her to feel guilty or change her opinion. He was just explaining his own.
"Well..that's understandable." He said, and answer to her confession of labeling. Maybe he was the wrong one. Did people like being labeled? It was quite obvious that some did, pretending to be something that they weren't just to change what people thing about them. Perhaps only the people with positive labels liked them, like the Betas and Omegas, how would he know?
"Yeah, that makes sense," he said shifting his gaze to the floor then back to her, "But it's good to voice your personal thoughts. I don't really do that ethier, but that's probably because I don't have much of a voice." He said with a smile.
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