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Post by erin on May 17, 2009 19:55:54 GMT -5
Erin rolled her eyes but couldn't help but chuckle slightly that Cyrus had found her little outburst amusing, she gently punched him in the arm in response to his poke and rested her open sketchpad on her knees. Maybe he was right...but trying to make the best of this place was going to be a challange....
"I have no mental filter so you'll hear plenty of that, generally most things that are on my mind come out of my mouth."
Not the best attribute to have but it meant she didn't have stupidly high blood pressure and stress levels like everyone who keeps all that stuff in. The Red head stretched and took her pencil out from behind her ear, it was a good place to keep it even if it did make her look like a builder. Erin glanced at Cyrus and started doing a fast lightning sketch, hoping he wouldn't move for a minute or two.
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Post by cyrus on May 17, 2009 19:59:51 GMT -5
He didn't move, the only thing that moved was his tongue that he stuck out barely, just enough for him to capture his piercing between his teeth, he seemed to be thinking on something and ignoring her pinch for a moment before his pink eyes glanced at her, he noticed her drawing.
Curious the punk dressed teen with the shaggy black and orange hair leaned over, placing on hand on the ground to keep himself steady, "What are you doing?" He inquired trying to get a quick peek at what she was doing.
Cyrus was the curious type and that usually got him into trouble or fixes, which is how he ended up here in the first place.
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Post by erin on May 17, 2009 20:07:51 GMT -5
Erin finished the last line and quickly added a small amount of shading for definition before handing the pad over the Cyrus for his inspection. It was a quick sketch of when he had been gazing off into the distance for a moment, the drawing was a capture of personality and clear expression.
"Habit, anything that sits still long enough."
She mumbled, looking even vaguely embaressed! Taking another gulp of water and wincing again when another stab of pain in her head reminded her that drinking in epic quantities was not smart...seriously not.
Really ow...when were strong painkillers when you needed them?
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Post by cyrus on May 17, 2009 20:16:11 GMT -5
He took it with his free right hand and looked at the drawing and let out a low whistle, "Pretty good drawing, Im rather impressed. Never thought you would be the art type, figured your the type to go around and beating up the first person you saw that said you where a lesbian." He chuckled and looked at the drawing still, "Hmm, are my eyes really that slanted?" He mumbled and twisted the pad around.
As he turned it towards the light to get a better view he felt his hand giving out. Startled he pushed himself back into a sitting position to the point where he was no longer leaning on his other hand. His fingers loosened on the pad of paper and the sketchbook slide from his hands. But with quick thinking he caught the sketch pad with his left hand, that was a close one.
He didn't want to ruin her drawings. Licking his lips, he slowly handed the sketch pad back to her as his right hand rested uselessly on his lap.
"Nice habit." He said, distracting her from his hand if she noticed. "Hmm, maybe you should go lay down somewhere you look like you want to rip a throat out cause of your headache."
And hopefully not his throat, that would suck on so many levels.
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Post by erin on May 18, 2009 7:41:33 GMT -5
"Catch me on a bad day and call me a lesbian and I might still beat the crap out of someone, doesn't mean I can't be artistic as well."
Erin shot back and raised an eyebrow when she noticed Cyrus' hand suddenly go limp on him for seemingly no reason...talk about weird, did he have gammy nerve endings or something? But for the moment Erin decided she wasn't going to ask, for once her mental filter didn't give up on her.
Well yet anyway, it didn't last for more than five minutes on a good day.
When Cyrus suggested she go lay down, the punk looking girl shook her head with a sigh.
"Nah, I'm sharing a room with a girl called Sakura, haven't met her yet but I don't wanna get to comfy here."
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Post by cyrus on May 18, 2009 16:18:28 GMT -5
He blinked, "Oh well, I'll remember to avoid you when someone does or maybe I'll just hide under the nearest table." To him that sounded like a wonderful idea, it always was a bad idea to catch someone in a bad mood.
He raised a brow at the name of her roommate, "Er well I am sure she is nice and all really." He mused for a moment, "But you might want to get comfy, most people are stuck here for a year or more. But oh well...I guess, huh?"
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Post by erin on May 18, 2009 16:27:55 GMT -5
Erin didn't want to get comfortable reallly...what she wanted was to get the hell out of here, but right now she just had teachers telling her she was in denial about why she was here and needed to face herself to change...
Jeez, what bullcrap.
"A year?!..."
The redhead took a moment to process that information with a slightly shell shocked expression on her face, she fiddled with one of the silver hoops in her right ear. She could be stuck here for a whole year? Hoo boy, this day just kept getting better and better.
"Well...talk about a wake up call."
Erin then switched moods very suddenly...anyone would if they leaned their head back and accidently clonked it on the wall. I mean, bricks plus skull wasn't exactly a fantastic combination....
"OW! FUCK, SHIT, HELL!"
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Post by cyrus on May 18, 2009 23:35:49 GMT -5
"Holy crap!" He exclaimed and jerked away from the cursing woman beside him as if he had just been burned by fire. "What did I do?!" He almost yelled and then realized she merely hit her head on the wall.
Feeling like a moron he blushed slightly from embarrassment and let out a sigh, putting his hand over his face, glancing over at the red head. "You alright there? Damn, you sure do have one foul mouth..." He stated as he watched her carefully, wondering if he should get up and run away before she gets mad or violent or just plan loud!
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Post by erin on May 19, 2009 15:15:01 GMT -5
"My head hurts enough already without clonking it on the wall as well, it's like having an angry porcupine in my brain that doesn't like sudden movement."
Erin winced, screwing her eyes shut momentarily, rubbing the sore spot on the back of her throbbing head before opening her eyes again. Nope, a clonk on the head didn't work to wake her up...
Toto...we're not in Kansas anymore.
"Sorry about that, I'm still trying to adjust to being stuck here-"
The redhead was interrupted when her phone rang in her pocket, the song 'Fall back' blared out as she pulled it out of her skinny jeans pocket...more like wriggled it out really, these were some pretty tight jeans, and looked at the display. Zack, some people don't get the message.
"What a loser."
Erin mumbled, turning her phone off.
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Post by cyrus on May 19, 2009 16:25:50 GMT -5
He raised a brow at her.
"No, I suppose that doesn't help..." He stated as he pretty much agreed with her, hitting ones head on the wall while in a hangover is a bad idea. That probably rattled her brains funny and made her even more moody.
Wonderful.
He was going to ask her a question but when her phone went off, he lost that idea and raised his brow again as her phone came out and he idly pointed at it with his working hand. She called the caller a loser and he wasn't too sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing for the caller.
"Erm, I take it its someone you don't like." He stated carefully not sure if he was walking on dangerous waters or not but then again, this woman was rather...mm, he wasn't sure what to call it to be honest.
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