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Post by Adrienne Dionas on May 29, 2010 16:21:34 GMT -5
Adrienne looked around the mess hall for a moment before she looked to her corn dog and fries. She wasn't really all that hungry, but she was eating. She had to sort of force herself, but she knew if she didn't eat now she would regret it later. She had a spiral bound notebook sitting onto pf her history book with answers to questions written out as well. She figured what the hell? Why not work on her homework during lunch. No one was bothering her, and she didn't have anything better to do while she ate. Plus it meant less time she would have to work on homework later.
And she wasn't thinking like that so that she could spend time in the stables. She was trying her best to avoid the stables actually. It frustrated her how much she enjoyed being in the stables.Especially with Calliope. She liked the horse. She felt like she could connect with the mare, but she just... she didn't want to connect with the damn horse. Horses and competing were part of the reason her mother was gone. She loved being in the stables and interacting with Calliope, but she felt guilty for it to. That's why she had been avoiding the stables.
She sighed as she fixed herself some ketchup and dipped a french fry in it before she answered a question, looking over her answers thoughtfully. She ate and answered questions easily. She loved history. It was her favorite subject. She could live if it were just history she had to take here, but no, she had to take math and English too. She could live with science, but she would have preferred if it were just history.
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Post by Grace Marshall on Jun 4, 2010 14:21:21 GMT -5
The menu for lunch was Corn Dogs and French Fries. Grace wasn't really a big fan of that. Sure she had to eat, just like any other normal human being. She just was feeling moody. She was feeling depressed, feeling scared, and just sort of not feeling like she belonged. She knew that everyone was filled with there own story. She didn't really know the girls in her cabin. She didn't talk to them really much. Though she knew she had to start to open up more. Jared was probably going to make sure that she did.
So Grace walked into the cafeteria, her english books and her english notebook tucked underneath her arms. She hadn't really wanted to bond with anyone. So bringing her stuff with her was better. Then she wouldn't be asked to talk to anyone. She had seen Andrionne the first day they all had arrived there. She had been told her name briefly but she forgot it. Getting her food, she made her way over towards the table and sat down her books, and then sat down as well. "Hi." She said softly. "Working on homework too?" What was the point in calling it homework. They couldn't go home and work on it now could they.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Jun 4, 2010 15:35:37 GMT -5
Adrienne as lost in her thoughts as she sat there, a corn dog smothered in ketchup and mustard in one hand and her pencil in the other as she worked on homework. Her head snapped up when she heard a familiar voice. Her room mate. One of them anyways. What was her name again? Started with a G. She could remember that much. She shifted and set her corndog down, as deep violet eyes studied her thoughtfully. Grace! That's what her name was. Obviously Adrienne wasn't so good with names if that wasn't already evident. She didn't know why. She just had a hard time putting a name to a face usually. She gave a gentle nod to her head. "Yeah." She said as she looked back down to her history. "Figured I'd get the easy stuff out of the way so i can deal with the harder crap later tonight." She said gently as she crossed one leg over the other, glancing to the sleeve of her leopard print hoodie.
She seemed to be in an animal print mood today. Her shirt had an animal print pattern stamped on it under her leopard print hoodie. Her dark locks were sleeked back by a head band to keep it out of her face while she worked and ate. Pretty much the usual look for Adrienne though. Standard hoodie, ratty jeans, teeshirt, converses. That was Adrienne. The hoodie was more so to hide the scars, from cutting and making her attempts on her life, on her arms than to keep warm. Just for the fact that that she didn't like people to bother her about her past. Her cabin mates saw the scars since there was really no way to hide them from them, but everyone else around the camp never saw them unless she revealed them to whoever she wanted. It wasn't any of their business what she did to herself. She had her reasons, stupid yes, but reasons none-the-less.
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Post by Grace Marshall on Jun 18, 2010 13:09:30 GMT -5
She watched Adrienne has she smothered her corn dog into the ketchup and mustard. It seemed to have globs of it. She didn't mind though, it was amusing to Grace. Grace took a small bite out of her food. She wished that she didn't have to eat like that. It was sort of disgusting. "I figured as much, yeah its easier to do it now, then later. I guess you could work on the harder shit later. Though I doubt that would be too much fun." She smirked.
Grace noticed the clothing style that her roomate had on. Animal print, she wondered if Adrienne had gone and seen her house in that outfit. It might actually spook them and cause them to run. Though she didn't say anything about her roomates style. It wasn't her position too.
Grace took another bite as she started on her homework, glancing up every so often. She wondered what they could talk about. "Jared, he gave me Phantom to ride, and train." She paused. "At least it appears that he did. What horse is yours?" She asked. Grace was trying to give this place a chance. Even if it was harder for her.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Jun 18, 2010 19:33:32 GMT -5
She glanced from Grace to her food for a moment before she took another bite of her corn dog. She didn't care about how messy it looked. In the long run, it would all get mixed up in her stomach. And it tasted better smothered in mustard and ketchup. If someone didn't like that then they would have to get over it because she liked it this way. She set the half eaten corn dog down and nibbled on a fry as she wrote out the answer to a question, sighing weakly. "I can finish this by the time I eat. That damn paper Miss McMillan assigned however, I need a little alone and quiet time in the cabin for." She said gently as she shifted, guiding a fry to her mouth to nibble on once again.
She looked up to Grace when she started talking about the horse she was assigned to. Phantom was a handful from what she heard and saw around the stables. Not that Calliope wasn't a handful in her own sense either. The mare was a right meany to be totally honest. "He paired me up with Calliope." She said gently as she looked back down to her paper and book, nibbling on a couple more fries. Calliope didn't seem so bad. She just needed a friend who understood her a little better. If Adrienne didn't know any better, she'd say that Jared matched students up with horses that were similar in personality and past.
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Post by Grace Marshall on Jul 6, 2010 10:38:29 GMT -5
Grace smiled towards the girl as she thought about what she would talk about to someone. She sighed a little bit as she held herself together and composed herself as she was trying to eat her food. She really didnt truly feel hungry but she knew she had to eat. "Well thats good, I hope so, I know how exhausting her papers are, I just finished mine." Though she wasn't sure how much longer she would keep this up. She was homesick, but at the same time she was hurting.
"Quiet time, can't get enough of it and need it so much. " She laughed. It was one of those inward laughs, but a laugh all the same. "She's a beautiful horse you have a good horse." she nodded. "I think those horses are some how like us." If they were, which she figured to be. They were quite the wild bunch. "You know with the same type of past that we have." She sighed. "I hope not, but thats what I feel. I think Jared wants to see us succeed in a odd over protective way that he has."
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Jul 6, 2010 18:48:36 GMT -5
"They wouldn't be so exhausting if I liked writing papers..." She brought the corndog to her lips and bit off another piece before looking up to Grace for a moment as she scribbled down an answer in her... feminine scribble. Her handwriting was awful. At least she thought so. It had a feminine look to it, but it was just awful if you asked her.
She looked up to Grace for a moment before she looked to her food and just stared at it. She had suddenly lost any appetite she had. It was true. All the horses here at the camp were rescues. Many of them had very mean owners who treated them poorly. That's why Calliope was such a meany. These horses needed as much healing as the students that were here. She looked up to Grace for a moment thoughtfully. "Who did he assign you to?" She asked gently as she looked back down to her book, scribbling out the last question to the history work.
Adrienne wasn't really much of a talker, and she especially didn't like talking about why she was here. It was stupid really, at least that's what she thought. There were people in worse shape than here that needed to be here, and yet... here she was.
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