under the gun [velvet]

[GABRIEL LEVI ADKINS]

yeah, she's got a criminal mind, he's got a reason to pray.

It was nearing ten o’clock, and, save for the lunch ladies, Gabriel was absolutely alone in the Mayview Academy cafeteria. Before him stood a half empty bottle of water and a turkey sandwich, with a lone bite taken from it. Admittedly, it was first time even attempting to eat all day, but he wasn’t so hungry– after all, he had been chain smoking throughout the entirety of the afternoon instead; it had served quite eloquently to soothe his scattered nerves.

He was still a fucking mess.

See, days like these came more frequently to Gabriel than he would have liked to admit. It absolutely killed him that he couldn’t be indifferent towards his brother’s death, especially considering that it had been two years since the damn accident that, quite frankly, ruined his life. Of course, it did more than ruin young Daniel’s life– it fucking ended it, for Christ’s sake, but, strangely enough, it eased Gabriel’s mind to think of the situation in the most selfish of manners. It seemed to take away from the severity of it all. It made him feel better to think of himself as the fucking victim of it all, even if everyone knew that wasn’t the case at all. He didn’t care.

At the moment, his face was pressed into his open and callused palms as his elbows rested heavily against the tables, still gleaming from the lunch ladies’ tireless efforts at hygiene. Every so often, a soft groan emitted from his lips– see, a killer headache had formed some time ago from the excessive intake of cigarette smoke. Whatever. He brought upon himself. He deserved it.

Admittedly, he had been in this bent-over position for quite some time, and the lunch ladies knew he was there, but they left him alone. He was visibly upset, and had no desire of leaving his typical spot. God... He really was a sight for sore eyes, but it wasn’t his fault– no, not at all! It was fucking Daniel’s. It always was. It always had been, and even though he was pushing daisies, it always would be. That comforted Gabriel. It really did.

As the opening and closing of the cafeteria’s entry doors filled the otherwise silent room with a soft thud, Gabriel forced himself to look up– not towards his intruder, of course, but, rather, straight ahead. He had no desire to come off as weak to anyone who might choose to linger in the same room as him. That simply wasn’t an option, so, he did what he always did in a moment like this: He swallowed his dysfunction and forced apathy upon himself. It was all he could do. He wasn't alone anymore.
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tag velvet, lorelei.
outfit here
thoughts hope this suffices~
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[lorelei raquel cabral]

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'M IN CONTROL

but with you being a man, You don't seem to understand. I'm ready for ya. So keep thinking you the man, Cause it's all part of a plan. I'm ready for ya.

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Food was something of little interest to Lorelei; eating was neither a battleground of insecurities nor one of life's simple pleasures. It was merely another bodily necessity, no more remarkable than the oxygen they breathed, and in some ways she found other people's obsession with it - positive or negative - a little, well... indecorous. As such Mayview's cafeteria, with its cooking smells and occasionally sauce-stained tables, was perhaps second only to the sporting facilities in her mental list of least fabulous places to be.

It took no less than dire circumstances to drive her there at ten PM on a weeknight. She had no idea what kind of people haunted the cafeteria this late, if anyone at all. Her lips were already curling in distaste before she so much as swung open the door, the heels of her boots sounding on the linoleum more loudly than they needed to as she crossed over the threshhold into the room. The hour should probably have called for a little quiet, a little reticence, but all of Lorelei's body language seemed an unconscious effort to announce herself. More than that, to announce her displeasure - which, as all knew, seemed to be unending.

The scowl didn't leave her face at the sight of Gabe, but at least he provided someone to sit with once she had picked up her provisions for the evening: a huge, sugary drink and a few cookies, which she would most likely crumble over the floor more than she actually ate. Paying little attention to his sombre expression, she slid into the seat opposite him, squeezing his shoulder hard as she passed him in a gesture that may have been affection or may have been some kind of ownership.

Her newly re-bleached hair looked almost white against the oversized denim shirt she was wearing; if Gabe wasn't careful, it was likely there would be a few white-gold hairs in that sandwich of his before the evening was finished. She settled into her chair more decidedly, doing little more than taking a sip of her drink before she launched straight into the monologue that was, really, her version of conversation.

"God! Gabe, sweetie, you would not beliiieeeve the day I've had? Like, my life is literally absolute hell right now. I'm so close to breaking point, like I don't even know how I'm going to deal with it. Like, I'm being exiled from my own dorm-- my own dorm! Because Lita and one of her freak friends are doing, like, a fucking seance with a pentacle and a ouija board right now, and..." She punctuated the end of the thought with an angry slurp from her straw, leaving a dark ring of lipstick around the plastic. "And, like, I just, can you believe that Lita is rooming with me again? Can you believe it? I, I just. This is the girl who -- I mean, has everybody forgotten that she attacked me in sophomore year? Like, I am afraid to sleep at night without locking my door and stuff, and like you should try taking a shower... I mean God, Gabe, it's so scary, right? Like I am so sure that some of my underwear is missing. And, you know, I just, can I sue for this? I mean, my parents aren't paying my tuition for me to get forced to live with a pervert... And like, I am just so upset about it, like you sympathise with me, right? You're totally on my side. It's so fucked up. Just soooo fucked up."

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