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Post by SULLIVAN EZRA LOCKHART on Nov 23, 2010 13:37:12 GMT -5
Sullivan stood in the line to collect the food items he favored to put on his tray. He was currently at the Dining Hall. He has previously been in his room studying some of the greek philosophers he was curious to learn more about, but his stomach couldn't lead him to focus. Studying was the young mans life. He was either studying for a test, studying for a quiz, or studying for his own entertainment. He highly disagreed with the whole 'learning can be boring'. It was all how you were thinking which lead to how you perceived lessons. Sullivan was an academic student, obviously. He thought most of the 'art' affiliated students had their idiotic heads up int he clouds. He strongly disagreed with going to college in the pursuit of a famous career. Whatever happened to people wanting to be doctors or lawyers? Even those kids had a better chance at reaching their dreams then the ones that wanted to pursue Broadway or whatever.
Once he was satisfied with everything on hs tray, He swiped in his meal deal card and turned to find a table. His pretty green eyes scanned the huge dining room. There were loads of tables. Taken tables. He sighed as he walked further down the row. There was a table full of the 'childish' playing with their food, and messing with the people next to them. Immature he thought. There was a table with the sex obsessed, they had reputations at school, Gross he thought. There was a table with all the jocks, Hell no, he thought. He had to remind himself that the college shared a campus with the idiotic cliqued up high school students. I was extremely dangerous in Sullivans opinions. The young girls could lie about their age, the high school students would create more drama, it was insane.
Pure Insanity. He rolled his eyes a little, but then a nice grin appeared on his face as he saw an empty tale. He's rather sit by himself than surround himself with idiots. It was like holy music to his ears, and the empty chairs lit up. Okay, he was exaggerating, but it made him happy as hell. He walked over to sit down at the empty table, taking a bite out of his sandwich. He just wanted to hurry up and eat before anyone tried to join him at his table or anything. He wanted to get back to his place and study some more. He must have annoyed his roommate because the guy kept the lamp on all night. He wished some one created classes that could help a person see and problems. Whatever, life goes on. His green eyes stared down at the tray he was occupying himself with. He probably looked like a huge loser sitting by himself, but he didn't care. He was too good to associate himself with most of the other students here. read at night. Then he and his roommate would have no problems.
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Post by ALEC JAMES WHITLOCK on Nov 23, 2010 18:39:06 GMT -5
Fingers ruffling through the front of his hair idly, Alec poked his head into the dining hall and glanced around, scanning the room idly as he headed toward the queue. He’d spent most of the day so far cleaning the dorm room he shared – what he wouldn’t give to have a single room, honestly – he’d hovered, dusted, polished the surfaces, cleaned the finger marks off the door – seriously, is the handle so difficult to use? – and then sat down on his neatly made bed satisfied. Then his roommate had wandered in, thrown down a bag full of gym kit on the floor which had immediately emptied itself onto the nice bare, clean floor, dumped a can of drink down leaving a wet ring, before taking his coat off and throwing it at a chair – but as it flew through the air, it caught the can of drink and what had, moments before, been a clean polished table, now had a sticky puddle dripping onto the carpet. Alec had at that point left before he tore his hair back in anguish, with the plan to return and clean again once the other boy had headed out.
Food seemed like a good option and he headed over, scanning it curiously. It didn’t live up to his mother’s cooking, or indeed Alec’s – oh yes ladies, he knows how to cook – but it was better than living off garbage and the sugar filled crap the vending machine regurgitated that his roommate preferred. As though the room wasn’t bad enough without him strewing wrappers across every surface from McDonalds and Twinkies. Helping himself to pasta, water and an apple – inspecting it first, he hated bruised fruit. It wasn’t even enough to just eat around it, it had to be perfect or it grated at his nerves – he paid and then glanced around the room. Now the trouble of tables. It wasn’t that he had a problem with these people, but he didn’t really know them and sitting at a table full of people who are close friends, and then there’s just you…well that’s always awkward.
Spotting an empty looking table he wrinkled his nose – he didn’t like to eat alone. He’d grown up seeing meals as a sociable occasion and still felt that way – but he figured it was better than playing gooseberry to a conversation he wasn’t invited to. However, as he made his way there he realised it wasn’t empty, somebody was seated there, somebody else who preferred privacy to invading personal conversation. Except he recognise that dark curly head, and dropped his tray down on the table opposite before taking a seat.
“You alright Sully?” he asked.
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Post by SULLIVAN EZRA LOCKHART on Nov 23, 2010 21:23:30 GMT -5
Sully raised his eyes to look where the familiar voice was coming form. Alec Whitlock. One of his closest friends. The two got along pretty well. Sully thought he was a good guy, and a classy guy and that was pretty much all he surrounded himself around. Did he look upset or something? Sully didn't know why Alec approached him that way. Sully just had his casual face on. Though, some people did believe him to be upset when he was just casual. It was just the way his face was. His features and everything. He looked like a sad puppy dog, most of the time. Most people thought it was fairly adorable, but guys - they usually thought he was sad. He wouldn't want Alec to think his face expressions were adorable. Why? Well, because that would be weird, and Sully was straight.
"Am I alright?" he repeated, chuckling a little. "Of course I am. Do I look upset or something like that?" he asked his friend. He was sort of happy that Alec decided to join him. He was careful with who he became friends with. He wanted to be seen with people that were up to his 'level' not people that got drunk all the time, and slept with random girls. Although Sully was blunt, he was a gentlemen, and a hopeless romantic. He preferred real relationships than casual hook ups. Why? Because no one wanted to be affiliated a prostitute. He thought slutty girls were just unpaid prostitutes. It was really ridiculous. Sullivan was a tricky guy. His mind was a hard thing to come in reality with. The funny thing was he wanted to be a psychologist more than anything and counsel people.
The only thing Sully really needed was more sensitivity. He didn't plan on being the 'easy go lucky' type of counselor that made people believed that there was nothing wrong with them. That was probably why the world was so screwed up. He believed in 'telling it like it was'. Some did think that trait of his made him somewhat of a jerk. He didn't agree. "Anyways, how are you man?" he asked him. "How are your classes and everything?" he asked. Just trying to make small conversation. Doing what guys did and all. He looked at the pasta on Alecs tray and raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't that taste horrible? I swear last time I got that I was sick for the next two days." he said. He took another bite of his sandwich then opened up his water bottle. He took a small sip, looking around the cafeteria. He just hoped no one else came to sit down, he was totally content.
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