● Ƨɛт Ѧɛ Ғяɛɛ ● || ˩ιтɛяαтɛ

[Hae]

Ғ L Ƴ N N

Flynn was hunched over his breakfast.... or rather lunch now considering how long he had been outside, enough that his hair dipped into it every so slightly. His stomach felt tight with worry, holding his breath for someone else like he had never had to do. This was all his fault, even though he hadn't forced her to give herself up for him like that. He felt sick, not that it'd make much difference to the colour of the soup he was leaning over if he did throw up. He was shuddering slightly, locked in his own world that seemed much deeper than the first. He lifted his head, as if he had some insight into knowing that what he was worrying about had eased slightly and his eyes scanned desperately around all the people. Allmost everyone had brown hair, but his eyes were locked on the door, but he soon noticed, how everyone else was normal. His eyes just locked on the odd one out. Not knowing her name his lips parted a couple times, not sure how to get her attention with pushing through all them people again.

It turned out he didn't really need to after all, as he pushed back from his seat, his food forgotten his accident proneness struck again, too distracted in trying to keep his eyes on her that the bench he was still half sitting on tipped over underneath him. The sound it made, the thunk of it hitting the cold floor, much like how cold the staff around here were. He was startled for a moment, eyes turning towards where they ever did but once they saw what they only expected they ignored him, no one helped him up from where he was sprawled on the floor. Some felt sorry for his Origional, as by the time just he was done with himself they wouldn't have much left. He was embarassed, of corse because attention had been drawn to him, just about everyone had looked at some point. Soon he had stumbled back to his feet, his eyes scanning the crowd to try and find that girl again, once he was allready turning the bnech the right way up again, sitting on it the wrong way around to get rid of some of the unwanted attention as he lowered his head.

[Zombie Skittles]

⌘ ßℓαїґ †нøґη ⌘

It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way
And I can't remember how it all began to break
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

Blair opened the doors, in a less attention grabber way then last time. Barely anyone looked up, and if they did. They're eyes looked back at their unappetizing way. Blair sighed and looked at the line trying to get food. She swallowed her spit. She didn't want that trash. She would eat later. Looking around, she longed to find Flynn. Since, he was the only one she actually treated him like a friend. Sadly, she couldn't find him anywhere. Or maybe he was just somewhere she couldn't see. Sighing, Blair made her way through all the bodies in her path. Her hand gripping her painful wrist. Tears dried on her cheeks. It made her face feel weird. Finally she got to the lunch line. Trying to pear over others to see what their serving. Blair sighed and looked down at her wrist, Sitting its twisted self. It grew a bit larger then the other. Showing it was swollen. Then she turned it over to see her palm. Wincing at the damage. It was still bleeding, the skin was ripped from the knife. Not a pretty sight.

Blair heard a loud bang, and as many others, she looked where it came from. Happy some idiot got her attention away from her ruined limb. When she saw who it was, her jaw dropped. Oops. She called him a idiot. Her face flushed and pushed her way past the staring people. Making them shut 'Hey!' she tried not to run. So she walked faster then most times. Taking glances at her wrist, trying to keep it from others, so they wouldn't touch it. Once she got to the bleachers, she stopped and looked up at him. He was sitting on the other side, his back facing her. She opened her mouth to call out his name. But that would draw more attention to her and him. So she climbed up the metal seats till she was next to him. Tapping his shoulder as she plops next to him. A smile on her face, it covered her painful gaze. "Hey. You okay?"

[MBRShorse]

(Am I accepted?)

[Zombie Skittles]

[[ Oopsies. Yes, yes you are. ]]

[Hae]

Ғ L Ƴ N N

As much as he was expecting it, He still flinched when she touched his shoulder. He was use to being touched, but he allways knew when it was coming, and the adults hands were allready really cold and he never paid attention. He swung himself around a little too quickly, glancing around them because he was sure she would get in trouble again. Not for sitting here, he wasn't worried about that because he wanted that. But because she actually touched him. No other student had gotten close enough, there was the odd occassion when he stumbled into someone. As he turned back around his elbow slammed into his soup, watching it tip over and he just shook his head. He couldn't help it, couldn't erase the clumsiness as much as he couldn't get rid of the colour of his eyes. He just watched the mess spread and shuddered to himself. He watched it until it was all slid from the bowl and then he just brought his feet up onto the bench, hugging his knees as he closed his eyes for a moment. He was remembering something he overheard the nurse saying to someone as he left the room after the checkup, how ones like him, nervous and weak never made it past their first major donation. Would that be a relief?

And then he remembered! The breath catching in his chest as he turned his attention back to her, his wide green eyes scannning over her body frantically. "Your alive." He pointed out the obvious. Well... maybe she had gotten away with it, maybe that member had staff had gotten to the head mistriss before anything could be.... he had never met her up close, never had to. It was a wave of fear that went through everyone, one of the biggest threats. This girl was brave, and it seemed like friend wise he had her all to himself at the moment. He looked around too see if anyone was waiting for her elsewhere, that she was only checking up on him, maybe her tray was on another- But then he caught her holding her wrist and his eyes widened, bracing himself against the sight of her blood. "Oh. Oh no.... no..."He repeateded, he was usually slow but one thing was for sure. This was because of him. Guilt flooded his face as he stared at her, reaching his fingers out towards her hand but withdrawing it at the slightest tingle in his fingertips that said he'd made contact. He shuffled closer to her, staring at all the blood in horror. "Y-you shouldn't o-of..." He said, his words becoming stuttered as he pressed his hand over his mouth, something that was both cute in a way that no one realised, and horrifed.

[MBRShorse]

[[ Oopsies. Yes, yes you are. ]]

(Thank you! Where should I jump in?)

[Hae]

We are all just basically having everyone around Lunch time, still getting use to the fact they are clones. I posted for my girl somewhere if thats any help.

[Zombie Skittles]

⌘ ßℓαїґ †нøґη ⌘

It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way
And I can't remember how it all began to break
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

Maybe she shouldn't have touched him. He seemed to be a cults. She covered her mouth from giggling at him. Watching the bowl of soup slip all over him. "Aw.." She picked up the tipped bowl and placed it right side up. She looked back at him, he brought his legs to his chest. She frowned. Blair wanted to hug him. The poor guy. His eyes were closed, so she didn't say anything to him. He seemed to be gathering himself. Trying to keep from screaming out. So looked down at her wrist, moving her hand away from it. It have her a chill that ran down her back. Damn, did she really needed to do that? Stand up for him? Of course. He already has enough going on. Just getting in deeper trouble would make it worse. She would heal eventually. Unlike him, he might have been scared for life. She would go to the nurse when she was done talking with Flynn.

She jumped at the sound of his voice. Blair looked up at him, with a relieved face, that he noticed that. She nodded with a smile. "Ya..." She looked down at her wrist again, rubbing it lightly. "Sadly.." She whispered to herself. Hoping he didn't hear it. She didn't want him to. It would bring down his mood even more. How was he going to take it when he notices her writs? The bloody hand, her fingers cut from the sharp blade. She was sure that she made a trail of blood on the hallway was she made her way down to the cafeteria. Blair looked up in time to caught him gaping at her wrist. His eyes widened, he looked sort of off edge. She was getting the feeling he didn't like blood. Blair shook her head. Making the 'Shh' noises. When he kept repeating himself, she gave him a look. "Hush! I'm fine." Not really. But she knew it was going to be fine later on. She sighed and watched his face flush with guilt. It wasn't totally his fault. She done it to herself mostly. Taking the blame. So it was her fault. Saying she did it, and she wasn't going to deny it wasn't. Blair let him scoot closer to her. She actually felt comfort with sitting closer to him, even though he was freaking out about her unattractive wrist. He was stuttering, then stopping himself with covering his mouth. It was so cute. Blair laughed. For the first time, her eyes gleamed with happiness. "Hey. Its fine. I'll go to the nurse later."

[MBRShorse]

.::Ophelia::.

Give the fact that a din clogged the sound waves of the cafeteria, Ophelia assumed that everyone was conversing about the exciting news revealed last period. Clones? Really? Had humanity become so desperate to live that they were forcing beings into an isolated lifestyle just so they would have access to parts? It was a ridiculous and scandalous idea that Ophelia couldn’t help but be proud to be a part of. She wondered if her clone, or should she say “original copy”, was like her. Well, for her copy’s sake, she hoped so, because if the girl ever needed to replace her hair, she would end up with pink locks.

Ophelia quickly retrieved her food from the never-ending, winding lunch line. Today she decided to be a vegetarian, mostly because today’s meaty protein looked pre-digested. The vegetables didn’t look too much better, but bad meat was deadlier than bad greens, so today was a day of vegetarianism! Ophelia pulled herself away from the line with her tray of food and looked around the crowded lunchroom. Where to sit, where to sit, where to sit…Ophelia wandered through the maze of tables, gazing at individuals as she walked by. She was looking for someone with intellectual potential, and currently she was coming up short. So, out of frustration, she slammed her tray down at a random table and sat with its inhabitants.

“Hello, fellow clones,” she said with a smirk, “Fine day today, isn’t it?” With a fork and knife, she began to cut apart her broccoli, daintily placing each little bit into her mouth. She looked over at her startled lunch mates, patiently waiting for a reply.


.::Lucas::.

Lucas sat in the corner of the cafeteria, silently staring at his food. People were talking far too loudly at the moment, and he wasn’t enjoying it, but he had to eat within the confines of the lunchroom, thus he quietly waiting out the lunch period. His mind was clouded with thoughts of clones and the realization of who he really was. He wasn’t the individual he thought he was. No longer could he cherish his uniqueness because someone else out there looked just like him, except that person was real. His copy could live their life like a normal person; become whatever they wished to be. He was simply spare parts. What a sad existence that was.

His lunch no longer looked appetizing, so Lucas stared at the soggy meat indefinitely. Maybe, if he stared long enough, it would change. It would become a perfect filet mignon, something he had never tasted. Or maybe it would turn into some sort of magic mirror, revealing to him his future. Or maybe it would turn into a portal for him to climb through. He could crawl to the world where he was real. Lucas could feel the gears in his mind turn as a story slowly created itself.

(Does this work?)

[longlive]

R i l e y

Food was something that never crossed my mind before. The brownie they had given us felt and looked like a dusty, old brick. I shivered slightly at the look of the food and pushed it away from me, slightly. There were things that seemed to haunt me. Number one, I was a clone. Number two, I never had eaten any food ever in my life. And number three, there was a real me somewhere in this optimistic world. I sighed and poked at the squishy lump of white stuff, which the cooks called 'mashed potatoes'. I had never tried the food before so you might be thinking I should actually try it first before I judge. But no. The food always either way to hard or way to soft. It was like the cooks were just trying way to hard to attempt something they never ever would.
I looked around and saw a boy next to me, staring intently at his food (Lucas). He seemed to think about something that made him black out from reality. I didn't know what to do. I was curious about what he was thinking about, but then I would disturb his thoughts. But, as myself I am one of the most nosiest and the most curious person in the world, so I tapped him with my fork. I looked at him. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, curiosity rising every minute.