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Post by marz malone on Nov 28, 2007 22:54:08 GMT -5
Marlene Malone, more commonly known as Marz, wandered into the local Starbucks, taking a deep sigh as she inhaled all of the good-happy Starbucks smells. The coffees blended with the teas, blended with the cookies and the muffins. It must be what heaven smelt like, or some deviation of that. Why? Because it was Starbucks. And that was one of the very few places that Marz felt totally safe. She was having a bad day, and had skipped the mandatory study hall at the end of school to inject some caffeine into her bloodstream to make things at least a little bit better. And then maybe when study hall ended, her friends would show up looking for her, and they could ride the subway for hours and whine about their problems. They all did that at least once a week anyways.
But for the moment, Marz had at least forty five minutes to kill before she could even hope that her friends would show up in search of her or some coffee or tea or cider or whatever, so she went with a massive drink option. She went up to the counter and smiled half-heartedly at the barista behind the counter - he was the one that was always there after school. "I'll have a Venti non-fat white mocha please." she said, and then as an afterthought "And an espresso brownie as well..." She forked over her money - six dollars. Solace was expensive these days, and made her way over to one of the big comfy chairs in the Starbucks, curled up with her book, Girlfriend in a Coma and prepared herself for forty five minutes of nothing but self pity.
Such was life.
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Post by ak47 on Nov 29, 2007 20:23:30 GMT -5
Liberty was not pleased. Crapass day. Dumbass boy. People were stupid.
Marz had skipped study hall it seemed, considering no one had seen her, and Liberty was now left to sit through it alone, without the hope of so much as an email until she could hunt her down afterschool. Wishing she had the courage to ditch too, Liberty kicked over her backpack on the floor, swinging her feet awkwardly from the high stool in the science lab. To use her own words, Liberty positively loathed study hall. Half an hour to sit in complete silence and pretend to be working. I could be at Starbucks by now…
By the time school got out, Liberty had managed to calm down slightly. Or rather, she had managed to achieve that perfectly numb state required to appear ‘normal’. From a distance...
She rushed to her locker, and out the door to the crowded bus. Students rummaged for tickets, through backpacks and pockets before finally the light changed, and off they went. Hopping off only a few blocks later, Liberty slipped quickly through the back door of the Starbucks, and stopped. Finally slowing down, she scanned the room for Marzly. She smiled as she saw her, sitting in a corner with her enormous, and no doubt caffeinated, beverage. She attempted to look nonchalant as she casually walked up and leaned over the back of Marzly’s chair, and glanced at her book. Eyebrows coming up in an unspoken display of scepticism, she took her usual seat across from Marz.
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Post by marz malone on Nov 29, 2007 20:47:49 GMT -5
Marzly was so engrossed in her book that she didn't notice Liberty coming up behind her. Girlfriend in a Coma was quite possibly her most favourite book ever - unrequited love, the end of the world, making life changing choices, depression, therapy, pills, it was all right up her alley undoubtedly. Marzly just loved thinking about the end of the world, as morbid as that was. The concept of everything ending forever just so things could go back to their natural state, and everything could just be the way it was supposed to be. Some people viewed this as being ridiculously morbid of her, but she usually rebutted to that by saying something along the lines of "well fuck you.". Marlene undoubtably swore far too much. But people learned to tolerate it, and some even picked up her swearing habits. Case in point? Liberty Grousewood. When Marz's best friend had first come to know Marz, she had being totally opposed to swearing. And now? Liberty was your average pirate.
As Liberty sat down across from her, Marzly finally noticed her, but chose not to react and instead finish the page in her book. When she was finished, purposefully taking forever, she looked up at Liberty (why did all of her friends have to be so tall? Even when they were sitting!!) and smiled "Heyyyy Libs. You want a coffee?' Yup, Marzly figured that the ignorant, uncaring option was undoubtably the way to go. Liberty was bound to get it out of her before long, but Marz was a fighter and wasn't entirely ready to give in just yet. Marz's blue eyes against Liberty's, she grabbed her mocha and took a sip, then took a bite of her brownie as she waited for Liberty to speak.
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Post by ak47 on Nov 29, 2007 22:25:32 GMT -5
Liberty looked right back at her. As innocent as Marlzy might seem, Liberty knew that something was up. “Oh no thanks I’m good.” She said offhandedly, smiling as innocently as she could manage. She looked down for a moment, adjusting her backpack on the floor next to her. Straightening up, she pushed her glasses higher up to the bridge of her nose, a constant habit, and finally looked again at Marz.
“I would though, like to know why exactly you felt the need to skip study hall today?” She cocked her head to the side, and raised her eyebrows again, smiling altogether too sweetly. A classic Liberty look. Some people might need a bit more encouragement, but she knew Marzly, and she knew she would get it out of her. Liberty had her own way of doing things, if Marz was going to be difficult, so could she.
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Post by marz malone on Nov 29, 2007 22:34:27 GMT -5
"Suit yourself" Marzly muttered under her breath, giving Liberty a mutinous look from over the rim of her glasses, taking another sip of her coffee and opening up her book again "And don't give me the whole "I'm being rude for reading in your presence Libs. Not in the mood." She read a couple lines before Liberty began to speak again, and with a sigh, Marz gave her answer, though not an entirely true one "Ummm... I dunno? Cuz it's a total waste of time?" she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. It was the partial truth at least, for all that Liberty knew he better than that and would probably press the issue even further
"There's no one cool in our homeroom and I'm sick of people asking for homework help. It's infuriating. And Ms. Rose is way too obsessive. Just because I had a meltdown at the end of last year doesn't mean that I'm going to have another one now. She doesn't need to keep asking if I'm okay. I think I'll apply for a homeroom transfer for next year. Maybe Mr. Stone's or something.... Meh. How was your day Liberty?" she asked pointedly, as a last ditch attempt to change the subject. She blinked, crossed her arms and looked at Liberty, trying to keep herself from crying - she really hadn't had a good day, but she couldn't ask Liberty to solve another of her problems. That wasn't fair - Liberty had her own fair share of problems to deal with
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Post by gemmink on Dec 1, 2007 22:55:46 GMT -5
So then Michael Oaf limped into starbucks. He had just gotten beat up by the chess club for lunch money all 65 cents of it. Which for some on the chess club was more than they had seen in their entire life. He looked worse than he usally did. He had two black eyes and he was pretty sure his balls were sterile. Which was alright for Mike Oaf because he was pretty sure there wasnt anyone in the world who wanted to have kids with him.
Marz glanced at Mike for a couple seconds before turning her head around again. Personally she didnt care about what happened to Mark. If they happened found him dead in a ditch there was one less star trek geek in the world. Mark went over to Marz to speak there conversation went something like this
Mike: Hey Marz
(marz is silent)
Mike: Hey want to come over to my house I just got the new star trek season DVD
(marz is silent)
Mike: And then mabye we can hack the CIA or stalk some hot chick in china
(marz is silent)
Mike: And mabye you could wear a bikini over to my house and I will wear a speedo, man I look good in a speedo
Marz: Listine mark your not my type
Mike: Apperently your type isnt popular or good looking?
Marz: Good looking dude look at you? Your 300 pounds and you get like beat up by the chess club
Also the convo went on after this but I got bored
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Post by marz malone on Dec 1, 2007 23:00:45 GMT -5
ooc;: gemmink. you can't do this. sorry. but your post makes me laugh so it's staying up. pretty much cuz that's my dad as a higschool student
you now have one out of three strikes.
two more and I BAN YO ASS.
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Post by ak47 on Dec 3, 2007 19:28:33 GMT -5
Liberty merely glared at Marz’s reading comment. She was a bit hurt that she would suggest such a thing. She didn’t lecture people that much, did she? Did they honestly resent her for it? But Marz was speaking again, interrupting her worries.
She had to agree that study hall was possibly the most pointless period ever created, but Marzly’s thin excuse for skipping it did not fool her for a second. She could play along though, they did it often enough.
“Homeroom was pointless, as usual. But it was fine.” There, her usual response. Everything’s fine, always fine. She straightened her glasses again, and looked back across to Marz. in. She wanted to talk, but if Marz didn’t… well, she didn’t want to be the one to start it, and risk boring her with her stories.
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