I don't do this well

[ragneroc]

today i'm gonna set out on a mission, to make friends. Nobody can have too many friends so, I'm gonna try to get as many as I can.

I walk out my front door and say bye to my family.
Walking down the street I'm looking at the people, trying to decide who would make a good friend, and then I realize, I want tons of friends, so why should I care who my friends are. I just want to have a bunch. The more friends I have the safer I'll be no matter what happens.

As I walk down the street I walk up to a person and tap them on the shoulder "Hi."

[diana diana]

It was a nice morning and Viv had wanted to get a little exercise after holing up in her room for the past week to finish the last chapter of her latest action drama. She walked briskly down the street with no particular goal in mind, turning down one alley or another at random. Days passed to quickly as of late. It bothered her, like she was wasting her time with whatever she chose to do. Few people took much notice of the short and slightly chubby brunette as she plodded through the district. Her face was closed and vague, not in the least animated with any emotion.

The outdoors were putting her in a good mood when she felt a strange sensation on her shoulder. "What...?" She whirled around and confronted the person behind her. "Um, hi." She said, raising one bushy eyebrow. The tall teenage boy wasn't one Vivex thought she recognized form training or school. "Do you want something?" She decided to get right to her question, rather than going through the formalities and pretending like she cared who he was or how his grandmother was or what color his dog was.

It was uncomfortable for Vivex to be so singularly in conversation with someone and she fiddled with the drawstring on her sweatshirt as she waited for him to say something. If this were one of her stories she would draw a sword and challenge him to a duel for interrupting her thoughts and meditation. But Vivex had never been good with swords; she certainly didn't carry one about with her. And she had been so close to a good mood that she couldn't truly be angry at the boy. Being annoyed was another thing entirely and was exactly the feeling she channeled through her gaze to the other teenager.