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Post by Noah Elias Reed on Oct 10, 2012 20:56:07 GMT -6
 '' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know[/color][/font][/color] [/center] Food time was always something that Noah was far from happy to see. The food at school was always mediocre, at best, and almost always nasty. It was as cheap as possible while being able to be passed as edible. There was hardly anything healthy either. Noah could be fairly picky when it came to his foods. He cherished his figure, even if he had hardly worked for it, but he wasn’t about to destroy it with consuming greasy foods every day. It was more often for him to turn his nose up to food that was served at schools than for him to eat anything. But here, at his hell hole, he was finding that to be a bit more tricky. Counselors were keeping an ever watchful eye on him as a possible kid with an eating disorder. Noah denied anything of the sort, because he really was just picky and ate little. Perhaps one big meal a day and the rest was little snacks. Breakfast was more or less always skipped.
But this morning one of the counselors had caught him and told him he was more or less required to eat breakfast. Despite Noah’s best efforts, complaints and insults, he was taken straight to the cafeteria with a personal escort. The guy even walked Noah through the line, picking out foods for Noah even though he said no to just about everything but an apple. He ended up with a tray containing an apple, trix cereal, orange juice and some toast. Noah had made several failed attempts to ditch pieces of his meal along the way to the registers but nothing had worked. He was stuck with the food.
Noah was even given his own escort to a table off to the corner of the cafeteria. They at least respected the fact that he wanted nothing to do with people. And he was already annoyed, so trying to force him to socialize would just end badly for whatever poor soul he got paired with. He let out an annoyed huff as the counselor sat with him and nagged at him to eat. After a few minutes he complied, grabbing the apple and taking a bite out of it. ”Are you happy now?!” He snapped at the counselor. A few more bites later and the counselor suddenly had to take his leave, claiming he had some sort of emergency call. Perhaps some kid had offed themselves in the bathroom finally. They were always trying to. Noah would be ecstatic if some of the emo kids around here finally offed themselves. Good fucking riddance.
When the counselor was gone from the cafeteria, Noah put the apple back down and shoved the plate away from him. There was absolutely no way he was eating any more of that. It was too early to eat. A yawn escaped his pierced lips as he took a glance around the cafeteria. Same shit was usual, cliques of fucked up kids gathering at tables and all the loners sitting at their tables by themselves. Noah slumped a little, placing his elbows on the table top and propping his head up in his hands. What in the hell was he going to do now? ”Too bad there aren’t any obese kids here..I could give them my fucking food.” He muttered irritably. Some kid at a nearby table looked over and gave him a look. One of those 'I cant believe you just said that' sorts of looks. Noah promptly flipped her off and winked at her. Yep, that took care of that.
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Post by Mason James Monroe on Oct 12, 2012 18:17:01 GMT -6
 mason had been up since two in the morning and he was finally starting to get out of bed and get ready for whatever the day had in store for him. he pulled on what little clothes he could and went in to the bathroom. he was tired and grumpy, but he didn't want to sleep, that was for sure. maybe food would make him feel better. he, unlike other people at the school, didn't really care what he ate. he would just work it off later in football practice and at the gym that the school offered. he didn't really care what he put in his body, especially for breakfast. he ran his hands through his hair with water, letting it do whatever it really wanted before setting a hat on top of his head. he really didn't care what anybody had to say about it. he pretty much looked the same every day.
mason looked around with a glare on his face as he walked through the hall, clothes sitting on him however they wanted. he hurried through the line for breakfast, careful not to blow up or scream at anyone. it was too early for that even though he'd been up for some five and a half hours. he didn't care, he wasn't completely heartless. besides, he loved when people were aware of what was happening, and he didn't believe that they were particularly awake at seven thirty in the morning. he took some of the potatoes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and whatever else he could get his hands on. he was used to shit food, so it didn't really make a difference to him. the only thing that would make it better is if it was fried twice.
mason didn't have the best of habit, that was obvious. he didn't care though, because he somehow managed to stay thin. unluckily, his other bad habits didn't have an upside. mason was a cruel person in general. his lack of sleep contributed to it, but it was mostly just because he didn't know any better. he'd been taught his whole life that he was the only person he could trust, and though there were a few exceptions, it mostly reigned true to his life. that generally made him a cold person, plus he was mean just for the fun of it. one might say it was the way that he was brought up, he liked to think he was just an asshole for fun. whatever the reason, he made his way toward the table that he spotted his friend, noah, at.
when he sat down, he only rolled his eyes. he knew by now that noah didn't eat nearly enough. he set his tray down, plopping down beside the taller, lankier male. it wasn't like you could tell when they were both sitting down. "piss poor mood at seven in the morning?" he asked with a chuckle looking at the little food on his plate and seeing that not a lot of it was gone. "you should probably eat at least a little, man." he said, voice flat as he took a bite of his own food. noah was one of the only people he actually cared about, so the other guy eating was actually kind of a big deal to him. "one piece of toast and some orange juice won't kill you slowly." he said, rolling his eyes again. "so just eat a few bites."
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Post by Noah Elias Reed on Oct 12, 2012 20:44:56 GMT -6
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center] Noah was enjoying himself, watching the masses of fucked up kids around him. It was always a source of entertainment. There was so many different types of people here. Each with their own personalities that differed from person to person. So many different types of issues were found here at this hell hole. People with addictions, fears and even multiple personalities. Noah was sure he had seen just about everything there could have possible been by now. Well, he hadn’t heard of any necrophiliacs or pedophiles but he was sure they were around here to. Maybe they were just kept more secluded from everyone else. Not that he was particularly interested in meeting a necrophiliac. He wasn’t about to test his luck out with one of those.
Right now he was watching some girl with Tourette’s attempting to eat her food. Her arm kept jerking just as she was about to take a bite. And then she would let out a string of curses and smack her arm against the table. It caused a small smirk to curl at the edges of his lips. So intrigued by watching her, he didn’t even noticed someone walking up towards the table. Someone that, to him, would be much more entertaining. The flash of movement at his side finally caught his attention when the tray hit the table. Noah snapped his head to the side, his mouth open and words at the tip of his tongue ready to insult whoever dared to sit next to him. There had been no invitation and he had no interest in being social at this ungodly hour.
When his dark eyes landed on Mason, his mouth slowly shut and a smile graced his lips. Mason was definitely the one person capable of bringing a smile to his lips no matter what time of day it was. He was the only person that Noah would tolerate on a day to day basis. He was, for a lack of anything else, his best friend. It was an odd concept for Noah to grasp, having gone quite a while without such a thing in his life but if he had to label Mason it would be just that. Well, that and a bit more, since they did have an odd sort of relationship. Noah enjoyed it though, honestly he did. Mason was probably one of the few people he could enjoy himself around without getting fed up or tired of them eventually.
Noah tweaked the jewelry of one of his lip piercings, twirling it around idly as he listened to his friend. ”Piss poor mood all day, every day, Mason.” He answered, sounding fairly amused. Like Mason was one to talk about being in a bad mood. He was prone to fits of rage and outbursts just like Noah was, but even more so. It was why he was here, after all. It wasn’t the only thing that they shared in common either, and that was probably one of the main reasons that they got along as well as they did. Well was an odd way to describe it though. They were highly dysfunctional as far as their friendship went, according to others at least. As far as Noah was concerned he liked what they had just the way it was and he knew that Mason agreed.
An annoyed noise left the teenager as Mason told him he should eat. He moved his hand away from his lip and waved it dismissively. This was the usual conversation whenever food was around. Mason was just like everyone else, telling him he should eat more. But the fact was that he just wasn’t hungry right now. ”I’ll eat later, okay? I hate breakfast. You know that.” He answered. He knew that Mason was just saying it because somewhere, deep down he cared but Noah wanted nothing to do with it. It just sounded like more nagging. ”Maybe it’ll kill me fast, then.” Noah argued, picking up a piece of toast and taking a bite as if to make a point. Then he dropped it down onto the plate, reached over and wiped the crumbs off his hand on Mason’s shoulder. ”Happy mister nags?” He asked once he was finished chewing. Leaning over he nipped Mason’s jaw and said, ”Morning to you too, precious.”
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Post by Mason James Monroe on Oct 14, 2012 12:24:37 GMT -6
mason rolled his eyes as noah claimed that he was always in a piss poor mood. mason knew that it wasn't true, and he was pretty sure noah did too. mason could recall plenty of times in the past week where noah had been happy as pie. mason knew that there were things that could cheer noah up in half a second, and noah knew the same went for mason, however he also knew that mason was one of the least kind person to ever walk the earth. he walked around constantly bullying and pushing people around whenever the heck he wanted. if there was anyone who knew mason as well as mason did, it was noah, and that was almost sad to him. "all day every day, huh? i think i can recall a few times in the past few days where you were more than happy." mason smirked as he said the words before taking another bite of his food.
food was mason's other best friend. food could solve anything, especially when he was in a rotten mood. today, he was actually doing okay, but food would help sustain that good mood. for the first time in a long time, he didn't want to walk around and punch walls.. or faces, for that matter. he was actually a stable human being for the first time in probably months. he didn't feel like he was a ticking time bomb at this very moment, which was actually nice. normally, he enjoyed being angry all the time, for some reason it made him feel a bit more.. alive, if that made sense. today, he just felt.. normal. his mind and emotions were at peace within him, and he wasn't a huge green rage monster. oddly, he was actually okay with all of this.
"i know you hate breakfast, but that doesn't mean it isn't important, even if it's just a few bites here and there throughout the morning." he told his friend nonchalantly. he knew that noah hated breakfast, but that didn't mean that he shouldn't eat it. breakfast, whether you liked it or not, was the most beneficial meal for anyone. he glanced over in time to see noah pick up a piece of his toast and take one single bite. "never happy, mister 'tude." mason replied, chewing his food. that was actually pretty true. mason found it hard to be happy all the time, or even a little bit of the time. he didn't understand how people could do that. he didn't think being happy meant anything unless you were mad or sad or had other feelings.
goosebumps rose over his skin as noah nipped at his skin. if he ever blushed, he would probably be blushing. he finished chewing the food he had in his mouth, swallowing it and taking a big drink of water to make sure all the remains were gone before pulling his friend in for a kiss. for a moment, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment, eyes closed for a second. he tightened his arms around noah's shoulders, holding him close as he crushed his lips against his friend's. when he finally pulled away he just smirked. "now eat a few more bites of your toast, grumpy." he said with a smirk, eating another large bite of his own meal. "and maybe a drink of that orange juice." he added, setting his fork down to watch noah for a few moments with a little grin. he wondered if noah would listen to him, though he did on most occasions.
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Post by Noah Elias Reed on Oct 14, 2012 19:22:51 GMT -6
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center] Noah, of course, knew that what he had said was untrue. Mason was in a worse mood than he was usually. Despite hating being here, and hating pretty much everyone, he enjoyed himself for the most part. As much as he hated people, he found them enjoyable as well. The two went hand in hand generally. Noah enjoyed what he got from the people he found annoying, whiny and weak. That’s all people were good for, as far as he was concerned. He kept people around to use them and get whatever he wanted from them. Usually it amounted to sex, which in turn, kept him fairly ‘happy’. Noah let out a hum in response to Mason. Of course he did, he always knew. They were extremely close, closer than Noah had ever allowed someone to get to him. He still wasn’t sure why, or how, it had happened. ”Sex makes me happy, yes. Of course you’d know that.”
They really did have an odd friendship, the two of them. Perhaps that was what made it work. One angry sex addict, and one grouchy sex addict and the both of them had sleep problems. They helped each other work out their issues in an odd way. Noah liked it though, a lot. He rolled his eyes as the other kept on his nagging about eating. Quite frankly he was done listening to it. ”I don’t give a shit about what’s important.” He answered with a snap. ”What, am I going to die because I didn’t get my toast in the morning? Am I not going to be able to have sex without my daily dosage of orange juice?” He laughed, shaking his head. Really, he could care less about breakfast. ”Yeah yeah. I know. You’re like the fucking Grinch from that Dr. Suess book. We should just put you in a cave for the rest of your life and everyone can talk about how your heart is three times too small.” Noah would be right there with him though. The pair of them were equally cold and heartless.
Noah was just about to lean back away from Mason when he was suddenly pulled in. His lips curled into a smirk against the others. It was a familiar feeling, kissing Mason, but it never got old. Gently he placed his hand on Mason’s chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. When Mason pulled back, he reopened his eyes slowly and gave his friend a slight pout. Just enough to jut out his bottom lip, brows furrowing at the look Mason was giving him. Within a second it was gone though, replaced by a menacing glare. ”Was that your attempt at bribing me?” He asked, turning back towards his food. Well, he was sure it would work. Yes, if he was going to gain something for eating then he was more likely to eat. But that would in turn give Mason the satisfaction of winning, now wouldn’t it?
Noah let out an annoyed noise, reaching over and picking up the orange juice. He took a fairly long drink from it, his eyes darting back over to Mason for a moment. There was really no winning right now and he knew it. Mason was one of the few people that Noah would listen to, at least for the most part. And he was sure it was only because they both cared about each other. On a level that was sort of unspoken. ”I hate you so much.” He stated, trying to sound as annoyed as possible. Noah knew that the words wouldn’t even make Mason flinch though. ”Dickface. What are your plans for today?” He asked, trying to avert the conversation away from the food that he was still not eating. He knew it wouldn’t last long but it was worth a shot at least. Casually he leaned over, resting his head on Mason’s shoulder and ignoring the fact that his hair slid over, covering a good portion of his face now.
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