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Nathanael laughed quietly as he easily kept up with her. She was so much like a kid, it was crazy. He wondered how many beads Olivia had; a lot? The thought of all those colours made him jittery after having to see boring white walls all the time. And he would probably get in trouble for being in a girl's room, but it would be worth it. He laughed again.
Olivia turned into room number 15. She went over to the semi neatly made bed, the other was really neatly made, but her own bed was sloppily made. Knelling down she pulle dthe beat up breif case from unde rthe bed and placed it on her bed, she opened it up to reveal hundreds of beads, each orginzed by color in compartment in her breif case. Colored string were hnaging down on th eother half of the breif cas,e many strings and beads, all sorted and organized neatly.
"See I gots lots of 'em." hs e said stepping back to show Nathaneal. She was oddly proud of her collection, though it was slightly childish to still collect beads and string as 14, she didn't care, she liked them.
Upon seeing all those bazillions of beads, Nathanael's eyes instantly lit up. He stared at them in awe, kneeling down in front of them to see them better. "Lots of them indeed..." he breathed, taking in all the colours. "Wow... How did you get all these? There's so many! And all the strings and stuff too..." They were all so cool! He finally looked over at her, grinning. "Lucky."
"I made 'em er foun' 'em." Olivia said, she shrugged off his lucky comment. If she was lucky she'd still be living ehr parents and not in this colorless place. She sat down on the bed and took a plain black string the size of a necklace, then she knoted one end and carefully started to string bead on it, mostly reds, oranges, brown, black, yellows, the colors of fire.
Olivia had no completed projects in ehr suit case right now except one. A braclet indeticle to the one she had on right now. She'd made tww in hopes of find a friend to share one with. She'd never found a friend so the pari to the braclet she had on was just sitting in her breifcase
"You can touch 'em." she added in a more mumbled tone than usauly as she concent trated on making the new necklace.
Nathanael watched her string some beads for a minute before looking back at the case. It was so organised, everything seperated nice and neat. He could touch them? That made him smile. He noticed one bracelet there, and frowned; why did it look so familiar? He glanced over at Olivia, and finally realised she was wearing an exact match. Strange... "Why do you have two of the same?" he asked, tapping the bracelet on her wrist lightly.
Olivia jerked her arm away from Nathaneal's tpuch and then look at her wrist and the braclet in her breif case. She thought for a few moments, debating whther she should glare or not respond, or just tell him why she had two.
"Cause i' I ever git a frien' imma give it to 'em" she explained, she pressed the tip of her tongue between her lips as she strung the beads, carefully choosing each bead to make it look good.
Nathanael flinched when she pulled away, murmured a small apology. He didn't mean to freak her out or anything. "Oh, really?" He smiled as he studied the bracelet again, thinking. "Sounds cool," he said, picking up one of the beads from the case - a bright red one. So shiny...
Olivia had stopped paying attantion to Nathaneal and was too busy studying her necklace she was making. She picked up a foggy gray bead that resembled smoke and slid it onto the string. It was a larger bead, a glass one, glass beads were special because she rarely got her hands on any. Olivia picked up some other flame ike textured beads and slid them onto teh string again. Foot steps wer heard in the hall and stopped outside the room door, someone cleared their throat. Olivia didn't seem to hear.
Nathanael jumped a little at the sudden sound outside the room, quickly getting to his feet. He shot Olivia a worried glance; didn't she hear that? Apparently not. "Hey," he whispered frantically, his eyes still on the door. "Olivia, listen. Someone's out there."
Olivia looked up, her face showed panic rising. She quickly put everything away, putting the unfinished necklace in an empty compartment and shutting teh briefcase, she slid teh breif case under her bed and looked around for somewhere for Nathaneal to hide. She finall pointed udne rher bed as she untcked the sheets and blankets so it would hang down and touch teh floor, making under the bed a good hiding place.
((Do you want to make your other charrie soon or not? (If you don't I'm thinking of dropping Reid, whatever works for you.))
Nathanael stared at the bed skeptically. This was like kids playing hide-and-seek all over again. And he had never been very good at that game. But he crawled under the bed anyway, praying whoever was out there wouldn't see him, and that he wouldn't be a horrible failure this time. This was going to make him jittery.
[Oh, I can go ahead and make someone up if you'd like. It's up to you :) Should I make up a skellie or just make it up as I go? ]
((Well you could do either, I don't really care which. :-P A skellie might be easier as a point of referance for looks, but you do either. :-D))
Olivia dropped the blanket down so it covered Nathaneal up, then she sat down on her bed, her legs hanging over the egde, her hands in he rlap. She stared at her hands nervously, feeling jittery again. She looke dat the door, maybe it was her roomate, she'd never actually seen her roomate, they'd never been in the room at the same time except to sleep, when the lights were out.
[Lol, I've never been too wonderful at skellies... Ugh. I don't know lol. I'll figure it out in a minute ]
Nathanael held his breath; he hated getting in trouble, and he definitely couldn't get in trouble after his outburst earlier in front of the counselor. But at the same time, not talking wasn't exactly his forte... And he was jittery now, a little twitchy, ready to simply walk out and get himself in trouble just so he wouldn't have to stay so silent.
((You don't have to do a skellie if you don't want to. :-P Oh do you want the person about to come into the room to be your charrie? Or not?))
Olivia felt nervous, she hated being in trouble, hated it. When her parents actually noticed what she did and she got in trouble it had never been pretty. She tugged at her fingers and chewed on he rlip, waiting for whoever was outside to come in. Olivia tucked her legs up she was sitting criss-cross on her bed, her hands in her lap, she glanced at the door again, nervous quickly building to panic.
[Actually, I was just going to have my person in the lunchroom, to meet Reid... I just can't figure out if I want a girl or another guy... What do you think? ]
Nathanael swore the the whole country could hear his heartbeat; it sure seemed loud to him, anyway. What if the person found him? What if he got in huge trouble? What was the penalty for being in a girl's room, anyway? Whatever it was, he doubted it was fun.
((Lunch room would probably be a better idea. :-D))
The door opened, Olivia looke dup, a couselor was there.
"Olivia, is someone here with you?" the couselor asked. She was the hall couselor, basiclly monitored the girls hall to make sure everything was in order. Olivia looked at the couselor and shrugged,
"I don't see no one." she said. The couselor huffed and looked around. Then shrugged,
"Well be careful, Olivia, you will be punished if you have a guest in your room, it's strictly forbidden." she siad. Olivia nodded adn teh couselor left, shutting the door behind her. Olivia let out a soft sigh of relief.
Reid frowned at his now empty tray, he wanted more. He got up adn carried his tray to the lunch line, hoping to be given any extras there may be. The lunch ladies frowned at him when they saw him in line again. Reid looked at them with a blank expression,
"I'm still hungry." he said. THey nodded and put more food on his plate, he went to sit in the corner.
Nathanael heard the woman leave, and let out a long breath of relief. Oh, thank goodness. He crawled out from under the bed, still watching the door cautiously as he sat cross-legged on the floor. "Sweet," he whispered, grinning up at Olivia triumphantly.
Brooke picked at her food as she sat at a table all by herself, glaring at the tabletop. She twirled her blonde hair around her finger. This place sucked. Sighing angrily, she dropped her fork and her eyes swept the room. Nobody interesting. Except maybe that guy who always had that weirdly blank expression on his face, but other than that, blah.
Olivia nodded, taking a deep breath in and then letting out, trying to cam herself, her hands were shaking wildly though, she clasped them together in her lap and looked at Nathaneal,
"Ya bette' be a nice person for to 'ave saved ya butt like 'at." she muttered thickly, not considering how rude it might sound, or childish it might sound. She reached under the bed and pulled out nad brief case again.
Reid looke dup feeling soemone watching him, it was one of the newer arrivals, Broke or Brock, Rook, or something along those lines. He'd never really cared to learn people's names. it was just to much of a bother for his lazy uncaring nature, he went back to eating his food, or more of wolfing it down.
Nathanael laughed a little. "Don't worry, I'll be nice. I promise." He drew an imaginary X over his chest. "Cross my heart." His eyes brightened even more as she pulled out the case again; he loved those beads. Maybe even more than Olivia did.
What? He just glanced at her, that's all? Brooke huffed, frustrated. Jerk. Leaving her food for someone else to clean up, she stood and walked over to his table, sitting down without waiting for permission. "Hey."
Olivia looked up when Nathaneal crossed his heart, she star solemnly at him and then picke dup her unfinished necklace and statrted to bead again. She didn't know who she was creating this necklace fro, it would probably join her endless collection of neckalces. She looked at Nathaneal out of the corner of her eye, watching to see what he'd do, he looked happy that the beads again.
Reid looke dup at whoever the girl was, he wiped his mouth with his napkin.
"Hey." he said. He slurped at his soda pop adn studied the girl, looking ehr up and down. He wodnered what she was here for and what her story was, but he didn't who it, he didn't really care to know, it was more of an idle curiousity.