with people who are your old favourites [trystan]

[darlene eady hannigan]

Darlene was definitely in the know when it came to battling her father at expert level on the PS3. It was a rare moment they got together before they split off to school/work. The rest of the day after her father came home from work he didn't want to see anybody. Darlene put it up to the mystery that was life. Most of her friends broke free of her once she tried to hold her own style. She had tried to save her friendships but she'd already hit a wall with them. It was sad, but as she walked to school that morning she had more pressing matters to deal with. For drama club she had to rehearse a scene and she couldn't remember any of her lines. Drama club was at 6:15pm so she took off during lunch to the Auditorium to practice.

Her innocent look turned to disappointment when she read about the character she was playing. The disappointment softened only slightly as she tried to get into scene. "I'm bursting to see the presents! Oh child please show them to me." her voice tried to become frail, like the age of the character she was playing. With this thought in mind her body hunched slightly. Unfortunately her Illinois accent was clear as day. She was at the beginning of her acting career, she had to learn to disguise it. Her ideas always seemed to have deadlines recently, like how was she meant to hide a distinctive accent before 6?

"It's ok.. think rationally.." she told herself, eventually sinking to the floor of the stage with her face buried between her knees. "I got nothin', i'm screwed" she commented miserably.

[trystan owen carrico]

Trystan usually sat outside or in the library during lunch. Rarely did he ever sit in the cafeteria. He always sat by himself, and in the cafeteria people picked on him for it. He could never get a moment of peace in the cafeteria. So that was why Trystan found alternative places to eat. Unfortunately, his usual spot under an oak tree was taken and the library had a student council meeting; Trystan was stuck. He decided his best option was to eat lunch in the auditorium. He wasn't sure if he were allowed to eat lunch in there or if there would be people rehearsing, but Trystan decided to risk it anyway. After all, he was pretty hungry.

So Trystan made his way to the auditorium and sat in one of the middle back rows. He put in his headphones, turned on some Disturbed, and opened his lunch bag. He had a fruit salad, a ham and cheese sandwich, and a chocolate chip cookie. A wholesome meal, if he said so himself. Trystan always cooked around the house. He wasn't entirely sure if Neysa cooked or not; Trystan had just assumed the role of chef and maid after his mother died. Someone had to do it. After taking a few bites of his sandwich and fruit salad, Trystan heard a noise that wasn't coming from his iPod.

He looked up and saw a pretty brunette onstage, rehearsing lines. Trystan paused his music and listened to the girl speak. She sounded fine, though what she said was a bit strange. Of course, the girl was probably rehearsing for some classical, bizarre musical. Musicals always tended to be a bit odd, or at least the ones he went to see with his mother were. Trystan had only been to a couple of theatre productions in his lifetime so he was definitely no expert.

Normally, Trystan made his best effort not to talk to anyone. People let him down, abandoned him, and were just plain drama; he didn't want to deal with any of that after all he had been through. Maybe that was why he was so distant with everyone. Maybe it was because he was so insecure with himself. Trystan didn't really know. Nonetheless, it surprised him when he found himself saying, loudly so the girl could hear him, "Don't give up now. You're doing fine." He wasn't entirely sure what compelled him to speak up. The atmosphere in the auditorium was peaceful so maybe that's why he had gotten the courage to start a conversation with a stranger. Or maybe because it would have been awkward watching this girl recite lines as he ate. Once again, Trystan didn't have the answers. But all the while, he found himself picking up his food and backpack and coming closer to the stage.

ATTIRE

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[darlene eady hannigan]

Darlene couldn't see who was speaking to her at first. All the grim lights were on the stage. She disappeared inside the curtain to turn on the lights facing the audience then shielded her eyes while they spurred to life. She saw someone eating; a fruit salad and cookie to be precise. It reminded Darlene how she'd missed lunch to do the rehearsal, a growing hunger inside her ensued. The soft silence dragged on as Darlene contemplated how to react to this guy interupting her scene. "Aren't you the kid that sits outside during lunch?" she asked with a frown, as if trying to remember his name. As if logging his face. Remembering if she saw him in any of her classes was a plus.

She hated feeling like she didn't know him, she liked to think even if she didn't talk to people she knew their names. What must he be thinking? She supposed she couldn't fault him for not eating in the cafeteria it just seemed.. strange. Then again she liked strange. Any educated scholar was slightly strange. Maybe Darlene herself was strange. In a home with thirty-two dogs the thing she craved most was a goat. An adorable white shorthaired goat. She had so many dreams about them. Yes, definitely wierd. She jumped down from the stage, her healthy frame bouncing from the edge and landing almost-smoothly onto the wooden floor. There was a slight tumble at the end but she quickly regained her balance.

"I don't think I've ever heard you speak before" she smiled warmly, happy to have the priviliege. She hadn't expected him to move closer with his food and backpack. She supposed someone had to do it if they were to maintain a normal conversation.

[trystan owen carrico]

Trystan didn't really make himself known around school. He kept to himself and most people avoided him. Some jocks felt the need to tease him every once in awhile, but he was used to it; the teasing usually never phased him, which was why he wasn't teased often because he never gave away any frustration. Trystan didn't like to cater to people's egos by giving them the satisfaction that he was beneath them. He never complained, which he was very proud of. Unfortunately, in some cases, complaining was the best thing to get out of certain unhealthy situations. But Trystan had too much pride – no scratch that, he was too ashamed to open up to anyone about his past. Except his therapist. But that was only because he was forced to go and his grandfather was paying; Trystan didn’t want to waste his grandfather’s money. Anyway, it didn’t really surprise him that this girl didn’t exactly recognize him. For what it was worth, he didn’t know her either. He didn’t pay attention to most of his peers and what they were doing.

However, Trystan felt a small pang in his chest when Darlene asked if he were the kid that always sat outside during lunch. Which meant he had no friends, obviously. Trystan hated not being able to eat lunch with anyone but at this point, he had given up trying to make friends. They would only hurt him in the long run, he reasoned. As he sat down in the second row to get a better look at to whom he was speaking, Trystan shrugged and said, “Yeah, I guess so. Except today.” He took another bite of his sandwich, chewed, swallowed, and added, “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I can leave if you want.” Trystan didn’t really want to leave though; partly because he didn’t want to eat in the cafeteria and the other part because social interaction was always welcoming.

He gave a small smile when the girl jumped down from the stage and lost her balance a little. Trystan shrugged again when the girl gave another unintentional blow. Smiling coyly, Trystan said, "Well I've never heard you speak before either, so I guess we're even." But this was because he didn't know the girl. She seemed charming, though, and very pretty. Of course, she probably had boyfriend; even if she didn't, he probably wouldn't act on his feelings. Though his older brother was an expert on girls, Trystan had no idea how to act around them. Anyway, they never seemed to pay him much mind. "I'm Trystan, by the way." He figured an introduction was an order since it was clear neither of them knew each other's first name.

ATTIRE

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[darlene eady hannigan]

"I'm Darlene" if he hadn't of been eating she would've given him her soft porcelain hand to shake. He seemed very isolated, not only by the fact he didn't participate much in social activity but his conversation seemed shaky and minimal. "Don't worry about disturbing me, I can.. fake something in class." she mumbled, it was her fault for leaving it to the last minute anyway.

She lifted her skirt slightly as she walked down the small steps away from the stage. She hoped she didn't seem too anasyrmic by lifting her skirt above her knees but it was one of the few times when she was wearing a long skirt. That too was for the sake of her performance. She had the part of the maid, a reasonably intelligent woman that tries to tell the main woman not to leave her husband.

"It's only a play, not even a musical." she looked down, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Please don't leave Trystan.. what brings you here for lunch?" her soft voice chimed as she sat herself next to him. She figured it didn't work out sitting with other people, she was simply curious as to why he was in need of the auditorium. Didn't matter, she was just intrigued.

[trystan owen carrico]

Trystan nodded, smiling just a bit, when the girl introduced herself. Darlene. That's a pretty name, he thought to himself instead of saying this aloud to her. He didn't want to creep her out by saying she had a pretty name. "Nice to meet you, Darlene," he politely said. Trystan was pleasantly surprised that Darlene took the time to talk to him. No one ever talked to him, but the interaction was nice. He missed talking to people his own age. She might have been talking to him out of politeness or pity, but regardless Trystan was glad she did initiate conversation. And he wanted the conversation to continue. Even though he wasn't very interested in theatre, Trystan felt as though he should feign even a little interest to be nice. So he asked her, "What is it about, the play you're doing?" Trystan would never be able to get up on stage and perform in front of people. He didn't exactly talk to anyone so Trystan figured he wouldn't be able to talk in front of many people, even if he were playing another character. Although, being someone else would be rather nice.

Trystan watched Darlene come down the steps closer to him. He took a swig of his apple juice then carefully set his food on the ground. He nodded when she said that it was a play, not a musical, though that didn't mean any significance to him. He knew the difference but he had never seen either a play nor a musical. Trystan had never had the chance. Although, he did see Mickey Mouse live in concert when he was four; his mother took him and Neysa. He only knew this because there was a photo of him, Neysa, and their mother with Mickey and Minnie Mouse. But Trystan guessed that wasn't the same thing.

A genuine smile formed on Trystan's face when Darlene told him to stay. He was glad that she wanted his company. When Darlene came to sit next to him, he took another drink of apple juice, making sure that there was no food residue in his teeth. Trystan turned to her, his smile faltering a bit, when she asked why he was here in the auditorium. Everyone else was in the cafeteria or outside like normal people. Trystan thought a bit before he answered her question. He didn't want to sound like a loser by saying he had no one to eat lunch with. Finally, he replied, "Oh, er, this place is quiet, which is hard to get in this school." Trystan decided it was best to leave out the part that he usually ate in the library. It was a good answer, he thought, since the school was always loud with people talking, laughing, and shouting at each other. Sometimes walking down the hallways was like walking through cages at the zoo.

ATTIRE

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[darlene eady hannigan]

Even though she didn't know him, there was something nerve-based in his every move. Darlene wasn't surprised. She didn't want people to care about her either. Everyone said that she was beautiful because her father was a plastic surgeon and didn't care about school. What would everyone think if she actually had feelings? Darlene imagined nobody would take too nicely to the fact she was working as a traffic warden for money and her father had been drinking six cans a day since she was fifteen. She used to be exactly what people thought of her, she loved the attention. Then one day, in class, she was assigned to read a woman poet, someone that inspired Emily Dickinson. This poet said that the way to sucess was to be coy. All her mistakes could have been related to over-confidence.

"It's called 'Blood Wedding', it's about a woman that is due to be married but runs away with an old lover. I play the maid, a woman that tells the bride how lucky she is to have the groom and tries to stop it happening." she recited with a smile. "When the police get called to my house, which is pretty often these days, I love to read. It's how I spend my time when I'm not revising through my assignments. Pretty boring huh?" she gave him a small smile and tucked her hands between her legs as she sat. She nodded, "so the auditorium is your alternative? good choice." the corners of her lips tweaked upward for a second as the word fate passed through her mind and almost her lips.

At last she released her hand from the edge of his seat. She hadn't even been aware it had drifted there. Her reaction to it was that of the realization a tax inspector was making a visit. She looked at him wondering what he was thinking about, that exact minute.

[trystan owen carrico]

Trystan frowned at the description of the play. At first, it sounded like every other sappy chick flick and romance novel. But when Darlene continued to explain, Trystan found it interesting that the maid tried to get the groom and bride together. His curiousity piqued, he asked, "How does the story end up? Does she stay with the groom or with her old lover?" Trystan surprised himself by being so intrigued in this story. And he was genuinely intrigued; he didn't feign interest only to continue the conversation. He was surprised because he normally didn't care for those types of things - the cheesy, sappy stuff. When he went to the movies, which he rarely did anymore, he much preferred watching comedies over anything else. Any reason to laugh and leave his troubles out the door, Trystan jumped at the chance. Romantic movies were too unrealistic and cheesy for Trystan's taste, anyway.

He nodded, giving a small smile when Darlene said she liked to read. Reading was a favorite past time of his, as well. Trystan loved sci-fi books; aliens, hobbits, dragons, what have you - he loved it all. "No, it's not boring. What type of books do you like to read?" Trystan wished he had more time to read, to be honest. He would read constantly over the summer because there was really nothing else to do, but once school started he became too busy to read anything but his textbooks. After a few seconds, Trystan processed what Darlene had said earlier and it struck him as odd. "Police get called to your house? Why?" He curiously asked her, a concerned look in his eye, hoping he wasn't asking anything too personal.

"Yeah, I know, pretty lame," Trystan quietly replied with a sheepish smile, glancing at his lap. Actually, the auditorium was the most remote place out of the library and outside; he silently wondered why he didn't come here more often to eat lunch. Trystan glanced down at Darlene's hand near his lap. Her hand on the edge of his seat seemed like a fairly awkward place to put her hand, but he wasn't freaked out or anything. Judging by the look of Darlene's face, however, she seemed pretty freaked, herself. He bit his lip from smiling at her shocked expression, noting how much cuter she got. But he immediately shook the thought of her being attractive out of his head and quickly looked away; he didn't want to seem like a creep from staring at her too long.

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