T H I S is ridiculous. { open }

[Marty Cunnings]

This is utterly ridiculous! Wherever he goes, it seems like there's that cloud over him that is just begging him to be miserable. Guess what, the teen is consumed by boredom yet again. A sickness that plagues most teenagers. "Why can't I find anything to do!?" he exclaimed. Although knowing that there was something else he should be doing too. Like, maybe study for a quiz tomorrow. Do homework and all the things he was supposed to do, as a good student that is.

But he isn't much of a good student, was he? First of all, he got kicked out of his prestigious but hella crummy school because he got caught making out with a guy. And then, now would be another perfect reason why he's not a great pupil. Instead of doing the things he was supposed to do - in preparation for tomorrow and what not - he was doing... well, to be honest, nothing! And then he'd be much more miserable when he's regretting that he doesn't do anything in the first place.

But hey, isn't life always like this?
[ooc bored, need someone to rp with. :]]

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[Laken Rose Cullens]

[ooc: I'll roleplay with you. It's about time the hottest boy and the hottest girl are together in one board, lol.]

The student residences were not a place that Laken Rose Cullens commonly studied in. It was usually too loud with too many annoying people in it. It was very hard to focus when you have people talking to you, around you, and about you. Studying required silence and peace, a place to concentrate. This was not the place to do it. Than why was the girl out of her dormitory and in the wrong place to study?

Simple. She just needed to get out of her all too familiar dormitory. It was distracting at times to be surrounded by the same thing all the time. It threw her off a bit when she was in there too long. Laken needed a change of scene. The only place she thought would be the second best place was the common area for males and females. While it was loud, it was better than the coffee shop. Though the park or mountain would be quiet, it would be too windy and no place to write. No, she settled for this.

Hauling her load of books, papers, and pencils to an open table, Laken arranged her things just so. When studying, she got a little OCD and had to have things a certain way or nothing would work for her. She was like that with all things, mostly, just studying was when it was the worst. No one really understood it and she'd given up trying to explain. It seemed the more she talked about it, the more people liked to mess with her things.

Taking her seat at the table, Laken had arrived just in time to hear someone thinking out loud. The poor boy, not having anything to do. She turned her eyes to the source of the noise and saw who it was immediately. Well, at least what type of person he was. She shook her head and said, her voice forced to sound helpful, "Why don't you trying studying?"

Like that would happen. Laken knew that he wasn't really the type to study. It didn't seem like any of the boys around here were. Only really Isaac and they studied together. She also knew that she just endangered herself to get a mouthful of choice words from the boy. It wouldn't surprise her if he called her a few names and stormed off. It was a good thing she could shrug things off easily or a boy that cute could ruin her if he choose to say harsh words.

[Marty Cunnings]

Numb. That's what he felt. Well, technically his eyes couldn't get numb. Or could it? Regardless, his eyes were still staring at the same thing. That little crack in the ceiling; granted, it was barely noticeable -- what with the luxurious (but not too luxurious, he noted to himself as he noticed some certain sites and channels were banned, making him think that the school's administrators were keen on not making their students have too much fun) furniture and gadgets around -- who would ever take notice of that tiny dark crack in the ceiling?

He then turned to shift his weight to the other side, feeling the pressure on his left side was making him uncomfortable. And once he found a relatively comfortable position, his blue-green eyes settled on the crack at the ceiling again. 'Seriously, what is wrong with me?' he thought to himself aggravated. The relaxed and quiet scenery of the student residence lounge was making him feel tedious, and dull, for the most part.

"Why don't you trying studying?"

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A female voice came from his other side, making him turn to face the direction of whom that voice belonged to. "Yeah, as if that thought hadn't crossed my mind recently," he remarked, his tone a little sharper than he intended at all. "I'm sorry," he started to apologize. Raising from his reclined position in the lounge's loveseat ('Why do they call it love seat anyway? It's exactly just like a couch... only smaller.' Marty contended to himself earlier,) and into a much more presentable position.

"It was an off handed comment, I'm just.." he paused, placing his palms over his face as he thought of some way to explain himself. "...bored." Martin finally found one, although it felt like the word hadn't satisfied him at all -- insufficient to describe his state. He then ran a hand through his dark hair, his thoughts once again straying: 'damn, I need a hair cut.'

Martin then raised his gaze from the red carpet to meet her gaze. She seemed... pretty decent. More than decent, actually. Her look, was -- and probably is -- out of this world. Blonde hair, blue eyes with a doll-like face and a model-like figure. Yep, he would've thought of her as the popular types, the one who can probably contend in everything. Miss World, Miss Teen, Miss Universe... basically, she'd be miss popular flawless and perfect. That, is what he would've thought of her. If not for always spotting her at the library. Okay, to cut people some slack, not most people who visit the library are dorks and nerds.

She just happened to be, well, the type who visits libraries... frequently. Seriously, how many times does a student have to go to a library in a day just to go through this school? And that brought a little question in Martin's mind, "so what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the library -- studying?" he asked, finding his throat somewhat dry. Seems like he hasn't spoken for a while. (Unless you count those little moments in which he talked to himself about the apparent and insignificant factors in his life.)[/center]
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[Laken Rose Cullens]

She rolled her eyes slightly as the boy said in a slightly rude tone that he had thought of that already. Well, while she was a little put off that he was slightly mean, she was surprised that the thought even crossed his mind. It was very much unlike attractive people to care about grades; looks were enough to get people by in todays world. If Laken truly felt the need, she could throw away all her books and go into modeling, probably, and make it just fine. Who cared, when she modeled, how smart she was? All they wanted was her face and body, not her brains.

When he said he was bored for the second time, Laken made an odd snort-giggle sound. It was just a brief sound, not a laugh or a giggle. The sound was far too ugly to be laugh or a giggle to belong to her. "So I've heard," she said, her voice a little harsh in return.

My, my, my, she was acting like a regular snob all of a sudden. Laken Rose Cullens, being a slight bit mean; it was a sign the world was coming to an end. Maybe it was because she knew guys like him weren't the nicest either. Maybe she was threatened by him and how incredibly handsome he was. Or maybe it was simply the fact that he was so good looking that she was fighting it and it coming out in the form of her being slightly mean. It was probably the latter because the boy was too perfect looking for her to fight just mentally.

As his voice went on, he commented about her not being in the library. "I'm not that big of a loser," she said, her tone back to being light. "I do like the company of people every now and again, rather than stuffy old books." It was true, Laken could be found in the library quiet often. It wasn't unusual to see her there. To maintain the grades she had, she had to keep up with her work and read books that made her cultured. It was a necessity for her.

"Why aren't you at the mall, killing your brain cells?" she asked, a slightly critical note in her voice. Looking back on this conversation, Laken would probably want to punch herself in the face for being as rude as she was being. Though, by normal standards, she was just being a tad bit rude; to her, she was being a down right bitch.

[Marty Cunnings]

Martin only released a mere "heh" sound with a pronounced smirk on his face as he heard her i heard comment. Somehow, unable to trace the menace in the girl's voice. 'She probably doesn't want me here to ruin her 'study session'' he thought to himself, looking down at the carpeted ground. Hey, he was bored -- that doesn't necessarily mean he would drag someone down with him.

"I'm not that big of a loser,"

[/b] the blonde continued, making Martin look back at her again. "I'm not saying that you are," he spoke softly, his smirk turning into a smile. 'Well, now that seemed like a lie,' his alter-ego piped up inside of him. At some point, Marty couldn't just help but build first impressions -- who can, right? Ever since he had arrived at the school grounds, he had pretty much seen everybody as stereotypes; living so very well inside their cliques that they'd, more often than not, forget about other things. And yet, here's one girl that he seemed to be having second doubts about. She doesn't seem ordinary, right?

"I'm just saying, that I frequently see you.. with said 'old stuffy books'," he started, using his hands for the air quoting gesture. "That's all," he explained for himself. Although, really, if he was to look back on their little encounter, he would've thought to himself -- hey, what's the need, right? It wasn't as if he wasn't looking to impress anybody in the school. (Not yet, anyway.) He just went there for the sake of his parents. How dysfunctional and disagreeable they can be at times.

"Why aren't you at the mall, killing your brain cells?"
And now her tone went back to sour. Marty hadn't escaped it this time. He scowled. 'Well, I guess she wants to have me going,' he thought to himself. Raising himself up from the velvet-covered seat and opting to leave the girl to her devices. But then thought better of it. Hey, she might be... something worth spending time with, right?

"Nah," he feigned disinterest in the subject as he shook his head. Despite finding the idea somewhat appealing. "It gets crowded there these days," he added. "I wanted to do something... else -- and new for the most part," he decided, giving the blonde girl an approving nod and a slight smile. "So shall I leave you to do... whatever it is that you're going to do, or what?" Marty asked. Inside, hoping that the girl wouldn't leave him to rot in boredom as he had been for the past half hour.[/center][/color][/size]