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[elijude]

ooc; hope you don't mind me joining!

bic;;

And it's alright.
Let's call it good.
A little more.
Let's make this even.

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Whichever way you looked at it, it wasn’t an hour where normal people should be awake. The digital clock read 3 AM and Eli was too messed up to go to bed, especially with his stomach growling as fiercely as a lion. It didn’t matter that it was dark or stormy out, since his hair was a mess from tossing an turning on the shag rug he’d recently purchased because he loved the way it felt on his bare skin. Finding a stray piece of cloth laying around, from one of the shirts he’d torn on one of his drunken rampages, he quickly wrapped it around the top of his head like a headband to try and tame some of the odd ends.

With a few adjustments and a check in the mirror of his bathroom, he gave himself the thumbs up with a half smile before scrambling to find money, sunglasses and his keys. Picking up the still smoking joint and finishing the small bit left he finally got himself out of the room, holding the smoke in his lungs until he reached a window, pushing it open and exhaling the smoke in to the damp night air.

The walk to the diner was uneventful, though darker than normal and Eli couldn’t figure out why, until he remembered he’d slipped sunglasses on because his eyes had been bloodshot and he didn’t want the waitresses at Planet Java to suspect too much. Adjusting his sweatshirt as he let the hood flip up and rest on his head he walked with a great deal of speed so he wouldn’t get too wet. The neon lights from the diner were no sooner wished for then overhead. Giving a small victory dance in how he’d remembered the way to get there and managed not to get lost, he let a goofy smile stay on his face as he burst through the doors with zeal.

Looking around at the typical diner style interior, passing over all those little details that some people might be irked by, he simply wanted to see if anyone else had gotten the idea for food this late at night or early in the morning. Through dark lenses he forgot he was wearing once again, touching the neon frames to remind himself, he could only find the cook through the small peephole in to the kitchen, and a waitress looking annoyed with some guy sitting in a booth. He looked to be around his age, maybe even a student at the university.

With a quick shake-off of excess water and letting his hood fall back in place on his shoulders he walked over to the waitress dealing with the other kid. She was the only help he could find in the place, and figured he might as well just approach her since he knew exactly what he wanted. Tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention he gave the meekest smile he could muster. “Sorry, but I don’t know if anyone else is here and thought I’d just get your attention.” he said as the waitress looked on annoyed, but somehow he’d gotten her to agree to take his order. “Do you think I could get a cheeseburger, fries, onion rings, a piece of chocolate cream pie and a malt milkshake?” Listing off all those foods might make someone’s heart stop, but to Eli it was the perfect amount to satisfy his munchies. Plus his metabolism and whatever else he did to fuck with his conscious somehow kept him thin.

As the waitress scribbled down his food with a questioning look, he let his hands slide in to his pockets. Turning to look at the kid in the booth, he gave a little wave with hands still in his pockets and a smile. “Yo, dude. What up?”

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[lilyyyy]

There's something inside of you
That's calling the ugly inside of me.
There is a fire in our neighbourhood
That is burning out the life of these words

As the storm grew worse outside, Nathaniel increasingly dreaded the inevitable walk home. Being without foresight, the boy had neglected to bring an umbrella, and the torrential downpour showed no signs of letting up. The diner was completely silent, save for the humming of the air conditioner and the rhythmic drumming of the rain on the rooftop. Once and a while, the waitress would heave a sigh and flick her hair a bit or nick a cupcake from the display case when she thought no one was looking. If he hadn't quite so much pride, the male might have attempted to make some conversation with the lady. Instead, he was slowly free falling into oblivion

Suddenly, the jingling of some bells interrupted the buzz. Nathaniel immediately jolted from his semi-conscious state. There was another person. In the diner. Doing some sort of shuffling movement he was assuming was supposed to be a wave. In a diner. What the fuck was anyone doing awake? In a diner, much less. Nathaniel studied the figure. He clearly wasn't a girl, much to the youth's disappointment. He was skinny, a little too much and also a bit on the short side. His look was distinctively rocker, meaning that he was probably a music major. Unless the boy was somehow magically good at being under the radar, he most definitely wasn't a senior. Probably one of those party-goers that basically just went for the alcohol and the free food.

For some reason, Nate felt as if he should actually know this person. As if he had some degree of importance in the world beyond just a college kid with a weird sense of time. (On the other hand, it wasn't as if he had such a finely tuned internal clock himself.) He scrolled through his mental database of names and faces, but came up with nothing. Normally, Nate'd just assumed that this kid couldn't really matter if he couldn't place his face, but considering that it was late, no one else was around and he really had nothing better to do, the blonde decided to humor himself.

"Hey, who the fuck are you?" Wow. Way to be to the point. But hell, beating around the bush was hardly any way to get anything done. Besides, worse case scenario, this kid's dad owns the school and kicks him out. He could always find his future elsewhere, or better yet, sue the school for discrimination. Anyhow, that possibility seemed highly improbable. The truth of the entire matter was, Nathaniel was a horribly bored and much to arrogant to just acquaint himself with any old person on the street. No, he needed some sort of excuse, however lame, to allow himself to actually talk to this person.