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Post by simon on Apr 1, 2013 16:10:20 GMT -5
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This chinese food sucked.
Like public high school or prison food. Like 'uncle who doesn't know how to cook' preparing a whole Easter dinner bad.
Like McDonald's Fish Sandwiches bad.
He had already paid and sat down, but the chinese food was like a runaway train. As soon as it entered his mouth, it was like a runaway train, knocking over barricades and smoke filling the air - his lungs.
It was a pity really. If he had known the school's late tuesday night chinese food was going to be this terrible, he would've ate sawdust granola bars or something, anything else. Even... hispanic food. Yes, Simon was willing to sink that low, this chinese food was that bad. It was like a disgrace to bad american-chinese food chains. I wonder if our food is provided by prison companies or something. Simon figured it would explain the awful, dry, overly-chewy chicken.
Trying out the chinese food wasn't his only reason for going to the cafeteria though. It was one of the only places on campus he could both eat and game at the same time. Plus, late at night and early in the morning it was pretty much barren. Most students probably figured that eating ice cream in the middle of the night was better than traipsing down to the cafeteria to grab some over-priced yogurt.
He had finished his homework and club-work about an hour ago, but he stayed in the cafeteria to game. Tonight's choice was Minecraft. Well, the hardcore zombie-slaying, dungeon-hunting Minecraft, not that pansy creative stuff. Recently he headed up a server for the school, but he played on it most of all. No one was on at the moment either, which made it much more relaxing to replicate the campus on the sandbox game. THe library was at the x=234; z=123 coordinates, just a quick jog away from the rest of the blocky buildings.
Then a creeper exploded.
A creeper was a monster in minecraft, green, sizzling, and basically a walking bomb. If it got close to you, it would detonate.
Simon figured that creepers were metaphors for big changes or literally bombs on your life. Like a big event or a sudden change in your life. It was like a creeper exploding in minecraft and killing you, destroyng the foundation you walked on. Sometimes you survived, but you were wounded.
And sometimes you jumped in your seat from focusing too much and spilled your crappy chinese all over your laptop and clothes.
"Gosh darn it!" Simon, the pg gamer, exclaimed as he stood up, shaking noodles and chicken off of his laptop and brushing it off of his pants. How embarrassing and just unfortunate. That was he favorite pair of jeans, forever ruined by stringy chicken and extremely salty noodles. Not to mention his laptop. Luckily he had a spare, as the thing was already starting to look sickly.
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Post by mavy2 on Apr 3, 2013 17:06:05 GMT -5
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At times, Emmy felt like Bruce Wayne. On the outside she was fabulous and well dressed, confident and charismatic and almost too shallow to be human. While she wasn’t a vigilante crime fighter at night, she surely could let her hair down. In some cases, literally. Being popular was fun, she could go to parties and people generally liked her. She just had to pretend to be somebody else. Gaming and fangirling was frowned upon in that society, and goodness knows what would happen if somebody was to stumble upon her Tumblr blog. At night she could flick her hair and tell her friends she didn’t feel up to going out or say that an upcoming party sounded like a drag. Some of them were, to tell the truth. It was only her interest in clothing and a desire to be loved that kept her coming back for more.
The downside of hanging out with the populars was simple; the people she genuinely liked her left behind. Hence her plans for tonight. Still wearing her clothes from the day, with a strong pink theme, and red 50s style glasses, she headed down to the cafeteria. She desperately needed to find Simon. It was sad, he was probably her best friend in this place and she couldn’t even tell him. The only times they could talk was at science club, and that wasn’t long enough. He was normal. No matter how much she enjoyed his presence, outside the science labs she was forced into pretending he didn’t exist.
Today she owed Simon. Not for blanking him, but earlier on in the day she may or may not have called him a loser. To his face. Guilt definitely settled on her shoulders on such a horrible act. It hadn’t been entirely intentional, her friends were giggling and teasing (it was comparatively easy-going to their usual bitching and slandering), and it had slipped out. Now it was time to make amends. Emmy knew to find him in the cafeteria, and smiled in the doorway when she saw him on his laptop. She tugged off her uncomfortable pink shoes. Demurely she walked over, smiling anxiously at him. At first he seemed agitated, but then she noticed the pungent stench of the sticky, sweet and sour Chinese food. Ah. He hadn’t stood up to greet her, but rather to clean himself off. She gave the boy a coy smile as the noodles dropped onto the floor and table. “Hi Simon, got yourself into a pickle?” she asked, quietly at first in the empty room. This was like a paradise for the nerdy Emmy, alone with a friend with a computer. “What are you doing there?” she asked, tucking her bleach blonde hair behind her ear inquisitively, trying to act like she hadn’t insulted her friend earlier on in the day.
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