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Post by misselizabethswann on Nov 21, 2007 20:20:15 GMT
'What's so suspicious? First off...no introduction,' she said slight amused that they asked, but her expression turned serious and her tone became blunter. 'Secondly...your postures...expressions. I'm not as oblivious as other people. Who are you? Honestly...I don't want lies, because if that is all I'm going to get from you...I will advise you now to stay away from me. You could be someone with not-so-good intensions. Fair enough?'
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Post by Lauren on Nov 21, 2007 20:22:46 GMT
Penhall fetched himself another sandwich and Hanson an apple. He put Hanson's apple down in front of him and sat down again. Doug looked at Tom with a raised eyebrow, keeping his mouth shut, letting Hanson answer her questions.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 21, 2007 20:24:04 GMT
"...get a grip girl, we just came here to eat lunch. If that drives you insane than I guess you're less normal than the rest than I thought you were" Hanson shrugged and waited for Penhall to come back.
Hanson wasn't ready to give up his real Identity yet, he needed to stay undercover.
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Post by misselizabethswann on Nov 21, 2007 20:27:02 GMT
She nodded, 'I see how it is. An introduction from the both of you would have been nice. Because normal people would have said something along the lines of, "Hello I'm so-and-so...I'm new to this school...mind if I sit down?" and if that seems wrong...learn some manners.'
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Post by Lauren on Nov 21, 2007 20:29:01 GMT
"Hello. I'm Doug. I'm new to this school. Mind if I sit down? No. Good," Doug said sarcastically, sitting back down. "If I knew I'd get this much hassle just trying to eat my lunch, I'd have sat on the floor," He rolled his eyes.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 21, 2007 20:36:36 GMT
"Hi, I'm Tom, I'm new at this school and we already asked about the sitting down so let me skip that instead of learning the same manners twice. And what is your pretty little name ?"
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Post by misselizabethswann on Nov 21, 2007 20:43:33 GMT
'I'm Emma,' she said still feeling suspicious. 'And I hate being treated like personal space is not something I deserve.'
Emma sighed a little, wanting to get out of this school, but what Dan had warned her about stuck. She wouldn't admit it, but she was afraid...terrified that if she didn't lay low Mike would find her and she wouldn't be able to escape this time. Everything about her was tenser than usual...Emma was known for being harsh, but not rash, her fear driving her to this behavior.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 21, 2007 20:56:36 GMT
"Great, well.. let's leave this one some space and move on to the next then ey?" Hanson smirked at Penhall and got up from his seat. He had to class by now anyways, and for now he had enough of this girl. Too bad the boss couldn't give them a happier more accessable person to deal with.
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Post by Lauren on Nov 21, 2007 20:58:46 GMT
"Fine by me," Penhall said, picking up his tray and tossing the rubbish in the bin.
Once they were away from Emma Penhall muttered quietly to Tom. "I hope she's in your next class instead of mine." He smirked. "Stuck up, bitchy, antisocial ... she's so your type," He joked, rolling his eyes.
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Post by misselizabethswann on Nov 21, 2007 21:20:22 GMT
Emma sighed again, getting up to get to class. She was by no means an artist other than being a person with a nice face and a good voice, which she abused badly with cigarettes and lack of practise. However, her mother was lovely enough to have Emma in the most artistic classes, painting, chorus, voice lessons, acting, and four regular classes at her step-father's insistence.
She walked into her painting class, looking a bit more ruffled than usual as within the fifteen minute gap, she had received a phone call from Dan, saying that Mike was in the town and to be careful. Great, more to worry about, she thought as she sat in her usual spot trying to remain calm.
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