Table in the Back of the Room{open}

[ashton]

He wasn't nice...well nice to anyone at least. He wasn't talkative. It took a lot of power to do that. He also wasn't sociable. So he sat in the back of the mess hall near a window, sitting quietly drinking hot chocolate from a coffee mug while everyone went on their way. He watched as people took empty chairs from empty tables to add more people to their group. No one even bothered coming over to the boy at all. Which he preffered it that way. He HATED people to begin with. He didnt see WHY they didnt just lock him in a padded cell...but he'd rather be here then in some nut house...or getting buttfucked by some guy named Marley. He turned a page in his book before noting someone staring over to him.

He had tan skin and blond tousled hair...and he looked like a beach bum. Super. "It's rude to stare." Ashton muttered in an annoyed hiss. The guy shook it off. "You should sit with someone."

Ashton smirked voice laced with sarcasm. "If I wanted to sit with idiots dont you think I would have!?" he said annoyed. People just stared at them before the guy receeded muttering "What an ass." and returning to the group he was talking to. Ashton groaned and rubbed his temples.

"God you fucking hate me dont you? You hate me for...random things I've done. Don't you." he muttered.

"That and he hates me for being a masochist." he thought. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest giving an annoyed look. Tugging his hood of his hoodie over his head. His mood had been ruined as well as his appetite and interest in his book.

"Ugg I'm surrounded by incompitent MORONS. For once I'd like to have an intelligent conversation with someone." He thought for a good while before he brought his book back up and read more.

[Elysia O'Broin]

Either He was on his side that afternoon or took severe pleasure in tormenting the boy, but he answered his prayers. A very (un)welcome head of blonde hair slid into the seat just outside his peripheral with a heavy sigh and plopped a load of books down in front of her. The spines declared several titles, among them being Cry to Heaven by Anne Rice and Go Ask Alice; the first was for her reading pleasure, the rest (all about teens who had gotten hooked on drugs and either survived to get clean or died trying) were for a class assignment the blonde was absolutely dreading.

She didn't like reading these kinds of books only to pick them apart as part of some kind lesson; it made her uncomfortable and sad, especially since some of the people she'd met here were still struggling with their own addictions.

"Ignore me and keep reading, I'm not here to bother you," she informed him primly as she took the top one (Crank) off the stack and began paging through. It seemed that she was dead serious on that, since her voice held no evidence of her smooth Irish heritage that was usually present while speaking to him and Kisa. In fact, if no one knew any better, they wouldn't even know she wasn't American. "The other tables are too loud and no one else except you is here, so I figured I'd make some headway in my homework before heading outside to play in the snow."

Although that statement completely contradicted her maturity on the matter, the seriousness in which she said it spoke of the severity in which she regarded her romp outside; Spring was coming, and that meant the snow was melting, which meant the days on her favorite season were numbered. Elly wanted to savor Winter for as long as she could.

[ashton]

Ashton jumped at the sudden slam of books on the table and glared over the edge of his book to the girl. Great...here came the girl who annoyed him more then Samantha did back in Virginia. So smiling politely as he could. "You do realize that there are plenty of other tables around with no one at them." he gave her an annoyed look. "And that if someone is sitting alone they want to BE alone right?' he growled out in an annoyed fashion.

He slammed his book closed very loud, to the point people began looking over at the table again. The boy shoved it back into his messenger bag before pulling out a large copy of "The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe" moving the gold book mark he began reading it...or... he pretended to at least. "I'd rather you go away now thanks." he hissed annoyed. If the lady didn't go then he would. He was done eating anyway.

He didnt know why this chick was causing him such a hard time. Did he ask for help? Did he want help? No! He wanted people to both leave him alone and to stop mocking him. Calling him a girl, calling him princess. God it was infuriating! These people here where infuriating. He was to the point he was tempted to sneak out and runaway...but then he'd be screwed over royally. He shifted somewhat. Tempted to see if the girl would take the hint and leave before he resorted to trying to make the girl cry...or he could freak her and everyone else out by taking the near by butter knife and cutting his arms to a far worse state then a bloody pulp.

He'd use that resort.

[Elysia O'Broin]

Blue eyes squinted at him over the top of Go Ask Alice, taking in his excellent reading choice before rolling and diving back down to the somewhat edited words of a girl of fifteen. "Ye know, just because ye look like a lass don' mean ye can act like one," she commented casually, licking her fingers and turning a page to scan the next section. "Say wot ye mean, and mean wot ye say. My intentions here are completely pure, so don' worry yer pretty little head."

She failed to tell him that the only reason she had chosen his table in the first place was because no one wanted to actually sit wit him to begin with, figuring it was fairly obvious. If she'd chosen to sit by her lonesome, she would have been pestered by a few of the meaner teens wanting to hear her thick accent just to make fun of it till she was nigh unintelligable with anger.

Fed up with the whiny voice in her head that had become the girl in the book, she set it aside and opened up a thicker book on psychology until she came to a chapter on drug addicts. Eyebrows raised, she mentally cheered at the jackpot she had scored on the info there.

"'Sides that, yer the one picking th' fight here. I'm just sitting here studying, asking that you carry on aboot yer business while I go aboot mine. No need te make a scene here boyo," she smiled, offering him a truce in exchange for sanctuary; while she liked to mess about with people herself, there were some upsides to being a social pariah. The ones she would very much like him to share consisted of people with weaker constitutions steering clear of him while he was in one of his 'moods'.

[ashton]

Ashton growled lowly before slamming the book shut. "Well for the record I'm not making a scene. I'll give everyone here a god damn Broadway musical!" he shouted before getting his thinks and standing up pushing the chair under him so hard it hit the table and fell back onto the floor. Causing the things on the table to jump before he headed for the door.

People...annoyed him. He was ready to hurt someone.. His mind was already preoccupied as it was and this was only adding to it. He was homesick, he hadnt heard a word from his mother since before he lit the house on fire. He hadnt gotten to see her. He had just been whisked away here by the cops. No trial, nothing. According to the cops there had been too much information for them to send the child here.

He'd lived life on the other side. He'd been homeless, struggling to get by. He'd been told he wasnt good enough, that he was just a useless parasite taking up space, air and wasnt worth the time, money, or energy people spent on him or with him. He'd been beaten to a pulp, his friends forced to watch because they had been held back.

He was angry to the point he couldnt see. He was scared and no one could ever understand or sympathize with him. He hated sympathy. It was some fake feeling people gave out to coax others into things. No one should even give that feeling out since no person ever thought or dealt with things the same as each other. One person might cry and think the world was ending while the other might say that they will be fine and the other should waste his time with other things instead of fussing about them.

He'd been so distracted he didnt realize he was in the hallway near the library till now.

[Elysia O'Broin]

Elly sighed as she watched him go, standing so she could replace the fallen chair before gathering her things and beating a hasty exit. Large crowds made her nervous; particularly when they were staring at her. She didn't know why, but ever since she was child being in large groups of strangers always sent her heart a pattering with fear. Sure, she talked the talk and walked the walk, but her bravado was fake when it came right down to it.

"May as well find a new place ta study," she muttered after having safely escaped an increasingly awkward situation. She would catch hell from her few friends later for associating with the insane lad, but what did she care? Her own family thought she was insane herself.

Making her way down the silent halls, Elly wondered to herself why she was bothering at all with Ashton; he'd already smacked her with a book and shown her no remorse (had blamed her, in fact) and slit his wrists in front of her like it was nothing. Now he'd just screamed at her for sitting at his table and refusing to leave. So she hadn't really endeared herself to him by teasing him with Kisa and antagonized him after, that didn't he had to wonk out on her like he did; did he really think driving people away would make his life better?

The thought that he might saddened her.

Sighing heavily and rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her free hand, Elly considered ditching her schoolwork in favor of relaxing in the melting snow and soaking up the early Spring day. It had just started to appeal to her when she rounded the corner and came face to back with the prior object of her thoughts.

"Oh bloody hell, ye cannae be serious!" she moaned rather than sneaking away from the boy. "Ah swear Am no' followin' ye!"