Good While It Lasted (Open.)

[Odion Martins]

There were many reasons why Odion had felt so ignored lately. Rhett was suddenly gone. Poof, done, fini. The person he came for abandoned him yet again, after he promised he wouldn’t do it a second time, after he promised to stay. It was the only good Odion had and suddenly he could feel the caressing fingertips of darkness, and they never felt more like home. He refused to acknowledge he was on the verge of depression, and instead focused on manipulating his powers. Maybe it was because he was emotionally drained, but his powers barely cooperated any more. He couldn’t even steal for fun.

Fun. The word was lost on him. It was strange to be in a place that you hated. Going back to Europe wouldn’t be as easy as he had hoped, wouldn’t be as easy as it had been getting to America. And what did he want to go back to Europe for anyways? Nothing. There was no reason for anything now. At least when Rhett... Odion closed his eyes and tried to focus. He would restrain his powers and make them work for him. He would combat just as well as he had before when he first arrived. He would be flawless. And yet, when Rhett disappeared, he took a part of Odion with him. Their connection had been unexplainable, and Odion couldn’t stop thinking about that in spite of himself.

What felt like a moment, turned into an evening. No, Odion wasn’t using his powers, rather, was just feeling the side effects of them. No concept of time. He was a mess. He sat on the window sill in the cafeteria, perfectly still. He hadn’t slept for probably two nights now, but he wasn’t sure. Again, the time thing. He tried to pretend he couldn’t feel the pain of losing nearly everyone he had come to know, even those he hated. But the truth was, there wasn’t anyone really worth knowing here anymore. He was too lost in his pity party to remember Avi or Lani. Too numb to cry another tear. What was he crying for anyways? Rhett had always been a pretender, and if he ever saw that blonde again...

The breakfast line for the cafeteria began to fill, and Odion looked out the window like this was where he belonged and would stay forever. Maybe he would.

[Therru Simmons]

Therru felt a little harried as she came into the cafeteria for breakfast. Usually she was there so much earlier to avoid the crowds and find her window seat. Since it was becoming so much warmer out she was in the cafeteria every morning. The thinnish girl grabbed herself a raspberry muffin and an apple, trying to find something good to drink. There was some new organic fizzy drink which she decided to try since she so rarely ever drank pop of any kind. It was a birchwood flavor, which she guessed would taste something akin to ginger ale. Once she had paid she looked over across to where she usually sat.

Much to her urprise there was someone there, which worried her slightly. She checked her outfit to make sure she at least looked presentable, an started over. A few of the people she talked to said she needed to reach out more, which was true she supposed. It couldn't hurt anyway, could it? I think there is only one way to know the answer to that she mused silently. So breakfast in hand she started across.

The area was sunny like she liked, and she smiled a sort of shy smile. Her hair was up, she she couldn't hide behind it like she usually would. The boy looked sort of glum, the faraway look plastered on his face very familiar to her.
" May I join you?" Therru asked him, trying not to startle him.

[Odion Martins]

Odion had lost himself to his powers. So be it if they took him away to another dimension, and the world around him became a silent buzz. His hands her balled up tightly into fists as he stared out the window, wondering where Rhett could’ve gone to. His thoughts consisted of the blonde, festered on the blonde, and he tore his hair out trying to make sense of a world that had no laws. All he could feel was sadness, and the sunlight on the back of his neck. That was the place Rhett liked the most.

What interrupted him wasn’t what he expected. He turned over his shoulder to look at the girl. She was pretty, her hair up, a similar color to his only darker. “Please,” he said, nodding towards the table, as though he had been waiting for her. He was nice for a number of reasons. One, she wasn’t trying to be a smartass. In fact, he was probably sitting in her usual spot. Two, she hadn’t done anything wrong and he didn’t want to take it out on her. And finally, Odion was just nicer to girls.

Again he stared out the window, since he didn’t have money to buy food. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get any, he just didn’t feel like eating. He hadn’t felt like eating for days and it was starting to show. Nothing was good anymore. Nothing could fill him. “Sorry,” he said, his dark blue eyes sliding over to the girl, “I’m not much for company.”

[Therru Simmons]

She nodded and sat down, settling her things on the table and pulling out her sketchbook. Just a touch of a drawing before class would be good for her today. He said he wasn't much for company. She didn't mind that, because usually she wasn't the best of company either. Quiet, liking to observe. But she thought he seemed okay, not like some of the people she had met here. Therru brought out a pencil, thinking of what to sketch.

" It's alright, as I am not usually the easiest of company to converse with." She hadn't meant to sound stuck up, but that's how it rung in her ears. Of course, most things rung that way for her because of how she was taught. And her slight canadian accent wasn't much of a help either. The girl looked over at him for a moment, seeing the way the light sort of landed on hs face. Maybe she could draw him for he morning sketch?

" I'm Therru." she said to him, trying to ease the silence between them. He seemed very, very upset about something, a feeling she could most certainly sympathize with. Maybe...just maybe he needed someone to bring him back from wherever his mind was. She hadn't had that in the beginning, and reflecting on it she thought that it might have helped.

" Here," she said, holding the raspberry muffin out with a smile. He probably wasn't hungry [she hadn't ever been] but his body would still want food. Maybe this is how friendships begin she allowed herself the smallest hint of that thought, and maybe hope.

[Odion Martins]

"Odion," he said simply, not looking at her at all. If she wasn't one who conversed a lot, then she wouldn't mind his being rather silent. His mind passed through the same thoughts: Rhett. First kiss. First fuck. First love, though they never did say it to one another. And now he was gone, for good this time. No one seemed to know where he was. He had looked forever, through every folder. Gone, like sand slipping through someone's fingers.

He glanced at her and the muffin extended in her hand. He shook his head no. "Thank you though. I'm really not hungry," he smiled a bit and then went back to ignoring her. Heavy bags were under his eyes, and what he really wanted to do, was not think any more.