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Post by RYLAN HANNAH MARCH on Jan 11, 2012 2:29:22 GMT -5
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Rylan was bored out of her mind. It was awful, and she hated every freaking moment of it. She was stuck in the Theta house, between classes, and it was just awful. There were pledges downstairs, no one up in the rooms, and she was trying to bide time until she could leave without being accosted by someone with a million questions about the sorority. Damn! She wasn’t the president… sure, she knew quite a bit about the sisterhood, thanks to being in it for three years, but seriously. It was annoying being asked the same thing over and over and over… didn’t these girls talk to each other? That’d squash a lot of questions. Then she remembered she knew a back way out. Score.
And damn, was she hungry!
Slipping downstairs quietly and heading towards the back door, she eased her way out, bag slung over her shoulder, and made it out without anybody noticing her. Mission: Complete. Now to get the diner… Well, that would be easy. Rylan decided that she’d walk. It was quite a nice day, after all, and she could use the exercise. So she started off for town, cutting through the campus, a bit of a bit of a skip in her steps. Maybe it was the fresh air… Yes, that had to be it. Ry took a big inhale of the air and sighed it back out. Okay, so it wasn’t the cleanest air ever, but it was better than stuffy Theta house air… And it was cool outside, a nice change from her warm bedroom. She’d been freezing that morning, but now she was comfortable.
Jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie with the blink 182 band logo on it was her attire for the day. Her long hair was pulled back from her face, up into a sloppy bun, and her right hand had graphite all on the side of it from where she’d been doodling and drawing earlier. Her feet plodded along in a pair of old, worn out red high-top Converse All-Stars, with a mismatched pair of socks hiding beneath them. She was pretty sloppy today, but she didn’t much care… Maybe tomorrow she’d put in more effort. At least she’d done a bit of make-up, even if it was just nude colored eye shadow and light mascara.
Coming into the town, she headed in the direction of the diner, quite a hangout for people, but it had great food, and she was starving. Once inside, she found a booth and sat down, looking the menu over to try and decide on what she wanted. Glancing around, she noticed that it wasn’t terribly rushed at the moment, and it was actually quiet. That was a nice change… She’d been harassed the day before, and right now she just wanted to be alone with her thoughts. Knowing her luck, it wasn’t going to last long, but she enjoyed it while she could. When someone came around to take her order, she asked for a hot tea and a nice juicy burger, hold the toppings, with fries on the side. Waiting for it was going to be the hard part, but she pulled a book from her bag and started thumbing through it...
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Post by wynne SHANNON evans on Jan 12, 2012 0:40:12 GMT -5
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THIS TIME I'LL BE SAILING. NO MORE BAILING BOATS FOR ME, I'LL BE OUT HERE ON THE SEA JUST MY CONFIDENCE & ME. WELL I'LL BE AWFUL SOMETIMES, WEAKENED TO MY KNEES. BUT I'LL LEARN TO GET BY, YEAH I'LL LEARN TO GET BY ON THE LITTLE VICTORIES . IF THE WORLD DECIDES TO CATCH UP WITH ME, IT'S A LITTLE VICTORY !
It was a Thursday. Thursdays meant one thing; Wynne Evans was nowhere to be found on campus. Whether he was hiding out in some poor girl's knickers for the day or ran away to be part of a circus every Thursday, nobody would ever know. Or at least, they shouldn't know. All the attendees were allowed to know was that Wynne wasn't around on Thursdays. If they wanted anything from him, anything at all, the best time to ask him for it was Friday. Friday was when the Kappa house got drunk. Well, Friday through Sunday. But on Friday(the day after Thursday, of course) he always seemed a little bit different. Lighter, perhaps, but heavier at the same time. Happier, but weighed down by something. Days would drag on and that high would fade and he'd be back to fighting and being a dickhead, but on Friday Wynne was just a bit different.
Today, however, was Thursday. And Wynne should have been entirely out of sight that day until some time in the evening, when he crawled into bed with 'Peaches', the only person who knew whereabouts he got off to every Thursday. But on this particular Thursday, that was about to change. Not drastically, perhaps, but the chance for it was there. Because that Thursday, Wynne made the mistake of ducking in to Merle's Diner. It was true it was a nice little place with good food and familiar service, but Wynne didn't exactly go there often. He didn't even realize other people did! Though that was his own fault, really. It was a diner, he wouldn't be the only person ever to eat there. Perhaps the more shocking part was that people from Litton-Colwell stopped in there now and again and even more shocking would be the fact that not one student he recognized was in there on that particular Thursday, but two.
And that was bad.
Before I continue, I should warn you not to get the wrong idea about this. If you know Wynne Evans at all, you're likely under the assumption already that he's in some sort of trouble - that every Thursday he goes off and stars in raunchy German poo pornography or runs a brothel or dusts off the meaty cocks of aging bikers to earn his dough for the week. If you know Wynne at all you'll also know this is probably far more likely than the truth. Because the truth was when Wynne ducked into that diner, he was not alone and he was not with a woman.
Wynne Evans walked into the diner with a small, brilliantly blonde, curly-haired boy hanging off of his back like a baby koala.
"Naw, Finn, come on man. You and I both know that Batman's just a dickhead with a lot of money -- and don't you repeat that word to your mother. Superman would kick Batman's shiny hiney! Superman is from planet Krypton, okay, he doesn't take shit from anybody, especially not that ponce Bruce Wayne."
Clearly Wynne had no trouble crushing the dreams of children, which was made obvious by the combination of his words and the Batman symbols all over the little boy's shirt. Still, under Wynne's half-buttoned jacket it was pretty clear his shirt bore the Superman logo. The argument was inevitable.
Wynne opened his mouth for the obligatory 'however' that you gave to children you didn't see eye-to-eye with but he stopped himself quite suddenly. There, on its way to the bathroom, was a head of very familiar curls. Wynne detached the monkey from his back and plopped him into the nearest booth, shuffling in next to him quickly. When he looked up, of course, the lesser of two evils was sat across from him.
The Irishman sighed heavily and poked his head around the corner of the booth to watch and ensure that Fucking Noah hadn't seen him. The introduction he gave was airy and distracted. "Rylan, Finn, Finn, Rylan."
While Wynne was being odd, the small boy stuck his hand out for a formal greeting. "Hi Ryan, do you like Superman or Batman?"
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Post by RYLAN HANNAH MARCH on Jan 12, 2012 22:50:54 GMT -5
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The service was rather quick, thankfully. She was, as mentioned before, starving, and the burger set in front of her looked amazingly delicious. Other than the fact that it had all of the fixings... Which she'd asked to not be there. Gah, was it so hard to leave things off of something? Really? One would think Rylan was doing the cook a freaking favor! But apparently not. She shot a dark look towards the counter, her thoughts then straying to the fact that maybe the waitress had forgotten to write that certain detail down.
Turning back to her burger, she sighed and began to peel off the layers of onion, tomato, and lettuce that were so unappealing to her. So absorbed in this work was she, that Rylan hardly noticed the familiar person walk in the doors... When she finally peeled the offending lettuce off of the cheese, setting it on a napkin, she looked up to see... Wynne. With a kid. Blinking, she wondered if she was dreaming... It was just the weirdest situation ever."Uh..." for a moment, she was speechless, then she gathered her composure and reached a hand out to shake the boy's. "Batman. He has all the cool gadgets, and the awesome car." She nodded knowingly, picking up a fry and munching it.
"Why hello there, Wynne. It's lovely to see you," she said to him, a bit of fake sweetness coating her voice. Mostly she was trying to get his attention. He was acting odder than usual. Looking to Finn, she tilted her head slightly, taking in his blonde head of hair. Now, don't get the wrong impression... Rylan actually likes kids. She thinks they're cool, and that a lot are smarter than they let on, and it amuses her to see them outdo adults. But she just couldn't get over the fact that Wynne, of all people, was here with a child. It just made no sense to her...
Although, given, she and Wynne had been close, but they'd still kept a few secrets from each other. So maybe there was simply something that he hadn't told her in their three years of knowing each other. Looking at Finn, Rylan jerked her thumb towards Wynne. "Does he always act this odd around you? Or is it me?" she asked, grinning widely.
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