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Post by dawson ray seider on Nov 4, 2008 13:57:51 GMT -5
Tray in hand, there Dawson stood, looking around for an empty seat. Around him, unfamiliar faces-most likely second and third years, clustered around different tables. Unwilling to make conversation with the youngins, he deigned to sit at a vacant table, seeing as his old usual one was taken by newbies. Removing the guitar that was always found on his back, Dawson took a seat by the wide window, sighing to himself. Setting Savannah (his guitar) against the spare chair next to him, Dawson set his gaze onto the tray of food in front of him. Nowadays, he went off of campus to eat, seeing he was a fifth-year already, but a fit of nostalgia brought him back to the dining hall, where he spent half of his time at Darmon as a first and second year. Thinking back on it now, that was a pretty dumb idea, on his end at least. Mashed potatoes and chicken lied in front of him, and frankly, he didn't have any appetite for it. It wasn't as if the food was inedible, like most cafeteria foods were, it was that Dawson much rather preferred the pizza from Domino's, which he would be eating right now, if only his memories would stop bothering him.
Alright. First bite. Slicing himself a sliver of the chicken, Dawson gulped it down. Ahha. He hadn't eaten this since third-year. It really wasn't as bad as he remembered, going back for a second bite. Reaching into his guitar case, Dawson pulled out a sheet of tabs, given to him by his guitar teacher, to study as he ate. His brow lay furrowed, Dawson’s fingers subconsciously moving on the sides’ of the table. Food already forgotten about, he pulled out his treasured pick, given to him by Andrew of the band The Scene Aesthetic, Dawson’s favorite pick to use when trying to figure something out. Is it an F/E? No…Damn. Mr. Watson’s assignments where always tricky, deigned to test his knowledge of all the chords that existed, and a few that weren’t even real. Just for this, he was easily Dawson’s favorite teacher.
Okay. This really wasn’t working. Sliding the tray of food that lied in front of him across the table, he switched them with the tabs. Unzipping his guitar case, he removed Savannah, laying her gently onto his lap. Strumming a ‘G’ once, he played a blues warm-up, getting himself into the guitar playing mood. Ah, that was better. Feeling stray glances on him, Dawson ignored them, paying attention only to the sheets in front of him. If it was two years ago, no one would be watching him-before, Dawson took out his guitar almost every time a meal was served. It came to be expected, and part of the background for many of the kids. But no, we were back into the future, and not many people recognized him. In a way, Dawson felt like an outsider, a new first year, instead of the other way around. And it made him uncomfortable, something he hated. So, with that thought, he got back to his homework. And that single tab that he just couldn't seem to figure out...
STATUS, done
TAG, miss scout cohen
WORDS, 529. a bit short. >_<
LISTENING TO, beauty in the breakdown - the scene aesthetic
NOTES, i'm too lazy to find decent icons of metcalfe. =P. picked this place cause scout has the same last name as the dining hall. xD
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Post by scout elise cohen on Nov 4, 2008 14:47:18 GMT -5
 now that i am wide awake,
my chains are finally free,
don't feel sorry for me.
Tripping on a tree stump, Scout caught herself right before falling onto the green grass. Shit, she cursed under her breath before continuing to walk towards the dining hall. Great. Usually for meals she went off-campus with her boyfriend, Benji, who was practically her life. She'd been depressed for almost a year now because of her mother's death - she had always blamed herself, thinking there was a way she could've stopped the cancer from spreading. But now she knew it wasn't true - she couldn't have done anything for her mother. Still, though, she had been cutting herself for months, red scars covering her wrists, crisscrossing over each other. Then Benji had come into her life like a ray of sunshine - he'd just been a guy who was in her department and year, in several of her classes since her first year - but one day they talked and clicked. Her life had been steadily improving since she'd met Benji - even before they were going out. When they were just friends, he'd comfort her, reassure her...it was great. He was great.
Smiling, Scout crossed the grounds to the dining hall which bore the same name as she did. It was strange - her family was in no way connected to the school, except, of course, Scout was a student at Darmon. But Cohen was a pretty common Jewish name. She shrugged and sighed. She hadn't been in the dining hall for maybe a year - fourth and fifth years could go off campus for lunch. She went out with Benji for lunches, but today he was out with friends for once. She sort of missed the noise of it - nostalgia had come over her - and so instead of calling up a couple girlfriends, she'd decided to go eat here. The food wasn't half bad and it'd save her some money. Hoping to God that there was someone she knew inside and that she wouldn't have to sit alone, Scout pushed the doors open.
After getting some lunch, she stood in the middle of the dining hall and scanned the huge, loud room for an older student. They were practically all first, second, and third years, with a few fourth years who she recognized by face but didn't want to sit with unless she absolutely had to. No fifth years in sight. But...there! In the corner sat Dawson Seider, one of her best friends. He was alone, his guitar resting next to him. She grinned. Of course. Savannah was the love of his life. Shaking her head, Scout walked over to Dawson and plopped herself down next to him. Hey, what're you doing here? she greeted him friendlily, relieved to have found someone to talk to.
status; done.. bleah. words; 460, sorry >.< listening to, the show - lenka. outfit, click.notes, ehh sorry nate. used up all my muse already for today.[/size] |
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Post by dawson ray seider on Nov 7, 2008 18:48:13 GMT -5
So intent into playing Savannah, it took him a few moments for Dawson to realize that yes, someone was actually talking to him. Blinking, he looked up from her, meeting the face of Scout Cohen. Grinning sheepishly, he stopped plucking the steel strings, putting half of his attention onto Scout. "Hey Cohen. Just felt like coming down here to remember the good old days. What about you? No Benji? Weird..." Smiling, he put down the guitar, leaning her up against the window, so he could talk properly to his best friend. Weirdly, he hadn't really spoken to her in a while, mostly because they were preoccupied with their own lives. Him, with Savannah, and his music, and her, with Benji. It was really all good, but he missed Scout. And now she was here. He really was going to take advantage of the time. Ruffling her hair playfully, Dawson kicked back in his chair, relaxed.
It really was a replay of the old days. Dawson could remember a time when they hung out all the time here at the dining hall, seeing that they were too young to chill anyplace else. Grinning to himself, he remembered the countless food fights he had started-usually aimed at the back of either Scout's or Leon's head. It really depended on the time of mood he was in. Playful or pissed off. Glancing back at the forgotten chicken and mashed potatoes that laid on his plate, Dawson smirked, an idea forming in his mind. Running a stray finger through the mashed potatoes, he leaned over in his chair, wiping it onto Scout's cheek. "Oops. Didn't mean to do that..." Smirking in her direction, Dawson leaned back once more into his chair, curious to see her reaction.
STATUS,
TAG, miss scout cohen
WORDS, 300. -shivers- i'm sorreh.
LISTENING TO, into the night - say anything
NOTES, argh argh argh. this was lame. my muse, jude hath runned away. D:
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