(WE WILL SEE) OPEN

[Demetri D'eon Montroli]

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Demetri was hiding in one of his usual places. He spent a lot of time in the computer lab as he sat in his normal spot far in the back as he had some papers and a book in front of him next to the computer. He was dressed in one of his usual ways. He was wearing a A grey V neck vest with a long white sleeve shirt underneath. He had a red ribbon tied as a bow around his neck, it was thin and lied decently flat against his other clothing. He was wearing a simple pair of black dress pants with a pair of knee high black boots. These boots did not just slide on or tie up, they had a really long zipper up the middle, it really made putting this things on easy. He was wearing gloves today as well which was a little strange but it was something he did often, he liked gloves and he wore them a lot back home.

His very light blond hair fell over his face a bit as he stared down at the book in his lap. He was looking from the book every once in awhile as he typed. He was working on a report for one of his classes. He was never one to goof around on the computers. When he was in here he was doing work or looking up things he didn't know and wanted to find out. Like words he learned or something. Demetri had a notebook where he put words and phrases he didn't know and he took time to go and look up what each of them meant or he would as someone if he couldn't find it or the definition didn't tell him enough for him to comprehend. He could type decently fast, he grew up with computers around him and had been typing since he was very very young. He was so anti-social here, he was never one to talk to a lot of people but here it seemed like he didn't talk to anyone. He was good at talking with people but he was just never one to go up to people. He didn't like to meet people so that was a main reason why he didn't know anyone.

He rubbed his eye lightly as he sat there. Reading could be a little difficult at times, seeing as he only had one real eye. He was pretty use to it seeing as it had been roughly ten years since he lost his eye. His one good eye did get tired easily though, I mean imagine if the strain on your eye was double what it already was when you read.

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WORDS// 451
MUSE// decent
NOTES// OPEN TO ANYONE ♥

[Shepherd Luis Raymonde]

WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,
& your thoughts have taken their toll

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It was no secret that the bane of every country boy’s existence was the computer—for Shepherd, such was especially true.

Back at his home, having a computer was a sign of superfluous wealth; you didn’t own a computer unless you had a damn good security system, or if you were just looking for someone to steal it. Or…unless you were the one who had stolen it, in all reality.

The point still stood that, besides knowing how to open up a blank document, Shepherd Luis Raymonde was completely incompetent when it came to using a computer. It was unfortunate, then, that the rest of the school seemed to have perfectly assimilated into the world of technology, leaving him completely out of the loop. Even more unfortunate was the fact that typed papers were suddenly a requirement. So with a grumble and a few choice curse words under his breath, Shepherd made his way into the computer lab.

He gave a quick visual scan of the room, one eyebrow lifted at the wide array of students he found. He wasn’t exactly a ‘moocher’ but…well, he sure as hell didn’t know how to do a single thing himself. His eyes eventually landed on one boy sitting alone, at the far side of the room—perfect. He made his way over, taking a seat next to him.

Shepherd wasn’t quite the type to do anything ‘eloquently’, per se. And so, when nervous about asking a stranger for something, he found that the best way to go about it was with what he considered a ‘friendly gesture’. Which, to the Southern boy, meant a casual comment to get someone’s attention. And so, hoping to break the metaphorical ice, Shepherd looked over and smiled at the boy. “Hey, y’know, the way y’all dress makes m’ think o’ like…some’n from the 1800’s. In England. ‘S pretty cool.” Then, Shepherd paused—as if he knew that he ought to just be direct and ask, but couldn’t quite help himself. Shepherd loved to talk; when he found someone who looked intruiging, he wanted to talk to them even more. Even if it wasn’t so much ‘talking’ as it was ‘rambling’.

So with a grin and a chuckle, Shepherd abandoned his quest to ask for help, instead launching into a half-whispered, mostly one sided conversation. “ ‘S funny though, man! I had this buddy back home, n’ we d’cided to dress up as like…English gen’lemen once. ‘Course, we didn’ have no money ‘r nothin’, so we jus’ had ta try n’ make ‘m ourselves…” At that point, Shepherd was hardly even aware of where he was, or that he was talking to a stranger for that matter. His moral philosophy seemed to be a mixture of ‘befriend everyone possible’, and ‘tell a lot of stupid stories for the hell of it’. He continued, “So we all…tried ta sew em n’ stuff, but we didn’ know nothin’ ‘bout sewin’ neither. We ended up lookin’ like a buncha crazy hobos, man!” He laughed aloud, completely oblivious to the fact that people from around the room were glancing at him.

“Anyway man, don’t wanna seem like I’m jus’ moochin’ er nothin, but c’n y’all tell me what this…” He paused, taking a moment to glance at the paper his teacher had handed out, “Powerpoint thing is?” He looked back at the boy, actually looking at him for the first time since he’d sat down.

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WORD COUNT 581
OUTFIT !? Heeere~
NOTES !? Hello there! This is labeled as open, so I thought I might through my hick boy in~
And if you can't read what he's saying...don't worry about it. He's supposed to be hard to understand when he's talking anyways :B
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[Demetri D'eon Montroli]

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Demetri would not have noticed the others presence if he had not heard the sound of the seat move when he sat. The guy had been on his blind side after all. He had glanced over at the person sitting next to him, he didn't make a comment or anything as the other boy sat there. It was a little strange to him since there were a lot of other open seats and it was a little weird to pick the one way in the back next to someone when there was so much space around. Oh well it really didn't matter to him, he just hoped the other did not mind all his papers out like they were, they were intruding a little on the space that would belong to the station next to him. His train of thought was broken when he heard the other speak.

“Hey, y’know, the way y’all dress makes m’ think o’ like…some’n from the 1800’s. In England. ‘S pretty cool.” Demetri looked to him curiously. The way he spoke had a strong accent that he was not accustom to. He hesitated as he broke down what the other said before responding. "Oh.. dis is da way dat I have always dressed. I am accustom to it and have been placed in a social status where dressing like dis is common. I do not hope it is too strange." Demetri said as his lack of sentence structure was overly a flaw he carried with his speech. He spoke sort of slowly when he spoke as his accent would explain for that. It was almost as if he thought very shortly before he spoke, which he did but that time was very very short, less than a second but with that it could seem to take long to speak. A second could be a long time.

“ ‘S funny though, man! I had this buddy back home, n’ we d’cided to dress up as like…English gen’lemen once....but we didn’ know nothin’ ‘bout sewin’ neither. We ended up lookin’ like a buncha crazy hobos, man!” Demetri looked at the other and was a little confused about what he was talking about as he only caught part of the story he was being told. A large reason for his confusion was why this person was talking to him. People normally didn't talk to him. He was the boy who sat off alone and did nothing but study. He was gay, which was why he was here but he really didn't express it often. He wasa very reclusive person and didn't like to show of that he was gay. Of course, his step mother had to go and use that little fact to get his sent away from home.

He was a little weary since people were looking at them. His face flushed slightly as he looked at the other. He smiled softly and awkwardly at the other. "Oh.. well dat sound like you all had fun." Demetri said softly as he look at him. Even though all this confusion and embarrassment was running through him he kept his poker face as he looked kind and polite. “Anyway man, don’t wanna seem like I’m jus’ moochin’ er nothin, but c’n y’all tell me what this…"... “Powerpoint thing is?” Demetri noticed the other look at him and he smiled lightly at his question. "Of course I may help you." Demetri said with a nod. The first thing most people see when they look at Demetri is that odd shaped scar on his face. The biggest reason why people notice it is becuase it continuously goes over his eye. He looked to the computer. "Do you know how to open it or do I need to show you dat too?" He added.

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WORDS// 637
MUSE// decent
NOTES// Sorry it took so long.. I had an ap test and prom