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Antonio hums, "And what about you?" he grins at the other, his emerald eyes filled with curiosity and maybe a little excitement.
Sebastian turned his head and looked at him. "What about what?" He asked, muttering. he turned his face back into his pillow.
(Casually pulls up word doc of the character bios because I'm super forgetful)
Ayleen walks the halls of the school, careful not to run into any facility workers on her way over to the boys dorm. There were new kids, and she wanted to see how well they've acclimated. She glanced at the plaques by the door until she found a new name. Dalton James. The door to the room was wide open, as most of the dorm doors were, so she popped her head in for a quick scope of the place. The boy was around her age, she presumed. Wait…did she spot some dark eyeliner on him? Oh boy, the Teachers are gonna flip their —- over that. Guyliner. How utterly gay. Ayleen personally didn't give two ships and a whale about guyliner. If a dude wants to wear makeup, let him. He'll look ten times better with it on anyway. Leaning against the door frame, she decided to introduce herself.
"Hey. I see you're one of the new kids here. I'm Ayleen. Just a warning, don't let any of the teachers catch you in that eyeliner. They'll flip in front of the whole class, and you might get sent to 'Behavioral Reconstruction Classes.' Basically, they'll try to beat the gay out of you." She smirked sympathetically. She'd taken a few of those classes, back when the staff were convinced she was a lesbian. Ayleen assumed it was all because of the boy cut.
Dalton looked up, "Why should I care about that?" He quirked an eyebrow at her unenthusiastically.
( @Typhoon1912 Aww. Poor bab. ;-; Takes on challenge of befriending Dalton [I will unlock his inner cinnamon roll!!! >w<])
(Lol!)
"Wait… What makes you think I'm gay?" Dalton sat up staring at the girl in his doorway.
(Edit: Didn't see your secondary post and Notebook.ai is giving me hell by loading as slow as molasses, sorry. >~<)
Ayleen shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe because they think that physical abuse is the only way to 'reform' 'impressionable youths.' It's your call whether you want to go through that or not, I just thought I should warn you. Oh, I never said you were gay. The teachers just think that any guy with a hint of femininity or any girl with a hint of masculinity MUST be gay and therefore must be reformed." Ayleen flashed as much of a reassuring smile as her body would allow her, which wasn't much. "Do you mind if I ask what you're in for?"
"Yes, actually. I do." Dalton said throwing a ball against the wall again and catching it in his hands.
(Mines slow as hell too)
"Cool. Forget about it then." Alyeen flashed a genuine smirk. "See you around." Ayleen pushed herself upright and walked off. She really didn't want to spend too much time talking to a brick wall, so she just moved on.
"Wait!" Dalton yelled after her.
Ayleen stopped walking. She slowly walked back and popped her head back into the doorway. "Yes?" she inquired, surprised that he'd spoken up like that. I wonder what he wants.
"What's your name again?" He looked up at her.
"You just gonna stand there and stare?" Dalton gestured to the chair across from the bed he was sitting on.
(ajsfha–thanks for deleting my reply, Notebook.ai. >~< Let's try this one more time, shall we?)
"Ayleen," she replied, the tiniest hint of a smile behind her eyes.
(Aasdjhfk–I'm sorry. Please don't take my absence as a lack of a reply. I'm fighting with notebook.ai rn for dominance and failing. TT^TT I will in time try to get my reply posted, please be patient with me.)
"Possibly," she shot back before swinging the chair around and sitting on it. "I've been here long enough for a blank stare and vegetable state to be justified. I swear, the curriculum here is purposefully tailored to numb your brain cells off."
"Why are you here?" He asked dryly, refusing to make eye contact.
"I stabbed a guy…" she trailed off, examining the ceiling tiles for a bit, enough to set any normal newbie on edge, "He deserved it, though. Tried to get with me, and when I wasn't having it he decided force was the right answer. He won't be doing that to any other girl, now. I made sure of it. He doesn't have the…parts…anymore." Ayleen's lips curled into an almost morbid smile. "Went to kiddie prison for a bit and I've been here ever since."
Dalton nodded, seeming unaffected by the news. "Was it worth it?"
Ayleen smirked, she was beginning to like this kid. "Totally. Best decision I ever made." She spoke with so much sarcasm that what she said almost sounded truthful, however deadpan.
"So what do you do for fun around here?"
Ayleen nearly snorted. "Fun? You're kidding me, right?" She side eyed the newcomer with an almost mischievous look in her eyes, although the expression she held was of a blank, obedient, submissive. "There is no fun here. We all do exactly as we're told." She glanced up at a weird looking sconce, tucked away in the corner of the room. Lowering her tone to almost a whisper, she continued, "Unless, you count sneaking out at night, vandalizing the school, crawling through air ducts, and the occasional trip to the sewers for…recreational purposes." Ayleen emphasized the latter two words like a euphemism. She was obviously perturbed by what she was referring to, and even scowled a bit after. "Although, the library is an excellent hide out after curfew." Ayleen spoke with a hint of fondness in her voice, and even smiled a bit as she referenced the library. It was her favorite hangout spot when she couldn't sleep.
(Holy crap, Notebook.ai. Stop duplicating my stuff! 0-0)