EVERYBODY LOOK LEFT, DEB

[LEO SIDNEY PROUD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Leo had better things to do with his day. He couldn’t exactly tell you what those better things were right at that moment, but still. Anything was better than school, right? If his mother wasn’t sure to chuck a fit if he did- Leo probably would have dropped out long ago. Of course that wasn’t going to fly though, was it? The young man’s mother had a habit of having a conniption every time her son did something she didn’t like. Which actually happened to be often. At least these days. The young man was definitely going through a rebellious phase. It wasn’t that he was out getting tattoos and what not, his rebellion was about trying to breaking away from his family and obligation. The man just wanted to be free from any responsibility or obligation. He just wanted to be who he was and do what he wanted to do without anyone telling him otherwise. Pouting to himself, the brunette flicked his pencil a few times on his desk. Only stoping once he had received a glare from a rather upright looking girl at the desk two away from his. Sure, this was a library, but god, could she really not handle a little pen tapping? Leo frowned at the girl. How did people not go crazy in this sort of silence? Pushing away from the desk and collecting his things in a swift movement, Leo left the library books were there were. Someone else, namely a librarian, would put them away. He didn’t have time for that now anyway. He needed to get out of the silence. It was so god-dammed stifling. Moving fast passed, he made his way out of the library. Revelling in the sunshine and noise as soon as he stepped out of the dusty old building. Even just the ambiance of the outdoors was better than the library. No wonder he rarely spent any time there. Blinking a few times to get his eyes adjusted to the bright winter sun, the young man pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. It was chillier then he remembered out. That was one good thing about the library, he supposed. It had at least been warmer in there. You had to way up the good and bad though, and he’d take the cold if it meant he didn’t have to deal with the silence. The problem was, he had no idea what he was supposed to do now. The young man had a few hours before his next class, and there was no point in going home since it was so far out. God, maybe it was time to leave the family home? Get an apartment in the city. Making a mental note, he decided he would start searching for apartments. Of course, he didn’t work, but given the right convincing his mother could pay for his living expenses. He’d just tell her it was better for his education or something. Without really any aim, the young man strolled down the neatly maintained path. Eyes scanning the grounds for anything interesting. Spying the coffee cart to the left, Leo grinned. He supposed getting something warm to drink would kill maybe five minutes, and warm him up. Moving over to the cart, he lazily pulled out his wallet. Counting the bills while he waited for the line to move. He wasn’t the most patient of young men, but at least the line wasn’t too long. Just two people. That wasn’t so bad, he reasoned as he closed his wallet. Twirling it in his fingers, absent minded. He really wasn’t even sure what sort of coffee he wanted. Leo wasn’t exactly committed to this whole getting coffee idea, but meh. C O U N T, six hundred or so N O T E S, i wasn't sure if she was a student... eek i hope she is T A G, deb<3

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[DEBRA FLORENCE FISCHINGER]

turn a page, i'm a book half unread.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] One might have argued, easily, that she cared way too much or was way too involved in the affairs of others. She wasn't exactly sure how that was possible. She was just willing to help others out when they needed it. The latest victim was a coworker, some younger girl who worked at the book store alongside her. The other girl was some adorable little redhead, and Debra found her too cute to just ignore. She had been sick for the past couple of days at work, and today it appeared the illness had gotten worse. Deb had spent the past couple of hours attempting to toss together a batch of soup. Of course, having no real cooking knowledge, this hadn't gone according to plan. She figured it was probably the worst noodle soup the other girl would taste, but it was warm and homemade. That made it acceptable, right? She certainly hoped so. She had packaged it up and set off through the city, eventually finding the area she knew the girl lived in. She had dropped her off once or twice, and was certain she would know the building that girl dormed in when she saw it. She had been on the campus enough to find her way around, she knew. It didn't take long to find the room. She was greeted by a sniffling, coughing mess of worn t-shirt and uncombed hair. After a brief encounter with the girl and delivering the still-steaming soup, Deb was shuffling down the stairs to reach the ground floor. She practically bounced along, her hands no longer containing the massive tupperware container that held the soup. Though it had been obvious the younger girl was having a bad day, she was in an extremely sunny mood. A slight smile curled loosely upon her face as she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob to the building and allowed herself outside. The crisp air greeted her, but her smile didn't even falter as she left the warmth of the building. She tossed a blonde handful of curls over her shoulder before making her way across the campus. A part of her wondered if she appeared out of place. Certainly, she was the correct age to be in attendance. She hadn't left her schooling that long before. No, she was certain the odd looks were probably from her mishmash of patterns. A floral ruffled blouse, a pair of jeans, dark plaid boots. Her turquoise jacket wasn't exactly subtle, either. She had barely taken eight steps when the cold finally sunk in. Her shoulders shook slightly as she wrapped her arms around her midsection, as if that would hold the cold in. Deb turned a corner. She remembered where things were, she could easily find her way around the campus. Her hands eventually found her pockets. "Shouldn't it be starting to get warmer out soon?" she asked herself softly. The answer was probably no – it was still February. Of course, the young woman could only hope that soon the air would be warming and the cold would be whisked away. The mood lifted significantly when she caught sight of a coffee stand. Anything to keep herself warm at this point, she figured. She had a few dollars tucked away in her pockets, just in case something went wrong and she needed it. Debra found the need for something warm to drink an acceptable excuse. She would be getting a paycheck eventually. She could spare a few dollars. It was cheaper than many other things she could have tried spending it on. She could have spent it at her work, spending it on a pile of books or something. Her boots carried her across the pavement to get closer to the short line, where a few students were fiddling around and ordering whatever it was they wanted. She would have preferred to purchase something inside one of the cafes nearby, or maybe the library had a small coffee shop inside of it. She had just arrived and stepped near the counter when the last person left with their own steaming cup. "Hello there." She beamed before ordering something heavily flavored. When it arrived, she turned around and attempted to place the plastic lid on the cup. Her elbow bumped gently into whoever had been standing in line next, but she managed not to spill the beverage all over the place. "Oh!" Debra quickly backed up, finally securing the lid to the cup of coffee. "I'm so sorry!" Her cheeks were already tinted as the heat crept into them, but the pink hue only darkened when she realized who it was. She knew this guy. "Leo!" Her discomfort was obvious as she mustered up her voice once more. "I'm so, so sorry." tag: leo! words: 700-something. lyrics: weightless by all time low. notes: hah, no, but we can make it work. =3