Waaah. <<<skylah

[phunke]

evvie!

everybody makes mistakes
everybody has those days

Evelyn Mardonne couldn't believe her luck that Wednesday morning. One minute, her teacher was ranting about like, kancer or something and then the next, she was free! Of course, the old witch would probably blame Evvie tomorrow morning, but how was it her fault that the teacher's teaching-book or something, whatever was stuck shut with chewing gum? Sure, maybe the fifteen-year-old had chewed the gum and stuck it among the pages, but she didn't make that teacher open it. So now she was free! Heck, the teacher even asked her to leave school. That was good, right? Heaven knows Evvie wouldn't have asked to leave school. That would like, never be permitted. But if a teacher told her to, who was she to make trouble and disobey?
These thoughts rolled lazily across the girl's mind like lonely tumbleweeds in a ghost-town. The pace at which she formed ideas would have been agonizingly slow for most people, but for Evelyn it was just fast enough.
The girl was uninterrupted in her pondering as she strolled through the nearly-empty streets of District 2. Unfortunately, she'd already passed the scant shopping quarter - which the girl was all-too-familiar with anyhow - and was now roaming in the section of town which held labs and such to make medicine. It was a bright summer day, and colors all around glowed as if fluorescent when caught by the omniscient sunlight. Greens, reds, and lavenders all seemed to stand out, especially among the small flower gardens where medical plants were cultivated.
Storefronts were few and far-between, as were houses. Labs, gardens, and small research centers were much more common in this part of the medical district. Medicine bored Evvie; it was so, like, boring rather tedious to her, seeing as the girl was far from being interested in anything remotely academic. With the exception of the study of hairstyling, which was totally, like a born gift and stuff for her. But, unfortunately, that had little pertinence to hospitals or 'kancer' research, and so school was of little concern to the girl. Why study when one could wander the streets aimlessly, looking for cute shoes to buy and boys to make out with?

Suddenly, Evvie ran into a like, friggin house or something! Who would, like put that there? which was totally in her way. "Waah!" the girl exclaimed, looking around hopefully to see if someone had heard her cry of distress. Then she realized that that would sort of suck because if someone was nearby, they would see her walk into a freaking brick thing! Building, whatever. Her hair was probably totally screwed up and junk. Now in more distress than she had initially been from walking straight into a solid structure, the girl rapidly ran her hands through her hair, checking around with suspicious brown eyes to make sure no one had seen. Then, widening slightly, her eyes flitted around some more. Yes, there was a tiny brick house in front of her, but nothing else. The grass, lush in the center of town, was not attended to here, and had faded into dry grey dirt approximately six hundred yards ago. A few dehydrated weeds sprawled forth from random points in the earth, but little else could be found, with the exclusion of the District fence. Evelyn had never seen the fence before, and it was like, big. Why was there even a fence anyway? Who would, like, try to leave District 2? It's like, awesome. People are rich and there's way better shoes than in District 1.
Slowly, the girl began to realize that she must've walked quite a ways while immersed in her thoughts. She wasn't used to being immersed in thoughts, so this was a completely new experience for her. So inconvenient, thinking was.
At once, she realized the pressing matter at hand. Her shoes must be totally trashed! How could this happen? "Ugh," she sighed loudly, having fixed her hair and ready to be attended to. Surely there was someone out here who could identify with her shoe predicament. Otherwise, she would like, die.

everybody knows what
what i'm talkin bout
everybody gets that way

[Skylar]

He really didn't mean to be so dumb. Like, seriously. It didn't occur to him that maybe if he drank a fifth of vodka with a measly chaser of a can of ginger ale, he would get wasted. Just so happened that it did though, so with an empty alcohol bottle in one hand, with nothing but backwash and sunflower seeds left, he wondered why the hell he wasn't in his house. Heck, yeah, sure, no one was at his house, but it had to be better than walking around District 2 like some dumbass who knew nothing about being civilized. Wait, that's sort of what he was, wasn't it? Yikes. It doesn't really even matter though, because if he was in his house, he'd probably mess something up.

Dumb though, because a normal kid like Adam, should be in school, learning all kinds of crazy crap about stars and how the moon goes in a circle around the Earth or something like that. Pfft, he was drunk, he could give a rat's pooper about the moon or stars or what 2 plus 2 was. It was 5, right? It doesn't even matter, though, because he wasn't even having to deal with it. He didn't really have any friends anyway, and that's why people go to school, right? To be with their friends, despite the crazy teachers that chase you with knives? Crazy stuff.. He was drunk though, so he didn't have to worry about it.

And so, stumbling, crossing his feet, his legs, dropping his bottle of nothing, he finally made his way to a brick building, where, lazily and drunken of course, he slid down the side of it, his shirt getting caught on the multiple shards of brick that stuck out from them. His knees were to his nose, and his hands were on the ground, and a girl did a little baby cry after the sound of a thump. He sat, silent, except for the burps that would escape him every so often.

Pfft, he was drunk, drunk people aren't supposed to help other people, right? Oh whatever, either way, he had just got situated, he wasn't getting up again. No, the girl could deal with her own problems.

[[yeah, figure out some way to reply to that, my mom is a bitch and I need to deal with her.

[phunke]

ooc;; I dun feel like writing a paragraph on setting at the beginning, so I'm skipping to the fun part. Might edit some in later, but for now it's whatevs.

bic;;

Evelyn had no trouble recognizing the guy who stumbled over as drunk. She'd been to enough totally awesome!!! crazy underage parties to know. Hell, this guy was so drunk he didn't seem to notice her, which like, never happened, because she was so totally gorgeous!
Now Evvie was confused. Why wasn't he noticing her? She'd just fixed her hair, right? The girl looked around, frustrated at the lack of mirrors. What if her hair looked ugly?
No. That couldn't happen. Not. Possible. Ever.
So she gracefully lowered herself to the ground beside him and poked his shoulder hard. "Hey, you're, like, drunk. Hey wasted dude. Wake up. Wake up. Jeez, what a freak." She rolled her brown eyes. Sometimes, wasted guys could be pretty cool and stuff, 'cause drunk guys are really good kissers...and they take off their shirts really fast... but this one appeared to be pretty damn boring. Jeez. Why was life not amusing Evvie today? Today should be fun. The world like, owed it to her.

[Skylar]

Expect a reply soon.. I'm needing to get some more money for tessera and what not.

Plus, I feel like posting. :]