Ugh, my Henry muse.
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sonofghosts
“Are you sure they don’t exist?” Henry considered with a head tilt. “There’s a lot of history that alludes to their existence, you know. Like I think a main one was about Vlad the Impaler.”
“Do you even read history books?”, –oops, this came out sassier than expected. Riley cleared his throat and clenched tighter to his books. “Vlad was from Romania, and Dracula from Transylvania. He impaled rebels and enemies, but he never drank blood. He was just a v– very gory person. If anything, his father was the real Dracula. He was turned into a knight by Sigismund of Luxemburg for the Order of the Dragon to fight the Ottomans, which gained Vlad Sir a new nickname: Dracul. This made Vlad III “sin of Dracul”, which in old Romanian is translated to ‘Drăculea’, hence Dracula. In modern Romanian, the word ‘drac’ also means ‘devil’ and– well, that’s basically how fictional stories have their base on reality”, he explained.
Henry looked at the boy with a smile that dissipated, not exactly appreciating the way he relayed his comment. It was like a reference to her being stupid, almost. He was like reciting a wikipedia page at her now or something, which just felt off. "They are stories, and with every retelling, the truth gets stretched into something it may never have been. It doesn't matter if Dracula himself was from Antarctica even -- the character itself is fictitious and can live anywhere. But his likeness is based off a real person, Vlad, who was known for his blood thirsty reign and hence, the horror stories and how he's become linked to a modern vampiric connection. It had nothing to do with his father, expect apparently, that he passed down a nickname. Which you yourself literally just said."
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“Mm, I’m not sure actually, I’ll have to check my schedule again – haven’t gotten it memorized just yet,” she said, making no move to check just yet. “So do you always sit in here alone for lunch, sir?”
“I was always like that in high school. I kept my schedule written on my hand most days.” He looked down and adjusted his tupperware of perfectly portioned food. “Um.. most days.. why do you ask?”
"I would do that but I'm paranoid about getting ink poisoning.. Can't that happen?" She didn't sound so sure but she would rather be safe than sorry. Henry noticed that his meal was very particular. "Oh I was just wondering.. I always thought the teachers had like, secret societies during their breaks where they shared all their dirt on their students." She smiled.
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Henry stood there, holding the handle of the door, eyes wide before she gasped, “Mr. Michaels!?” She could hardly believe what she was seeing. The man was.. Oh boy. “I’m.. I’m so sorry.. I.. I didn’t mean – I didn’t KNOW..”
Hearing someone suddenly say his name, he jumped causing his ankle to roll. Nearly falling over, he finally regained his balance. “Oh.. my God.. what are you doing in here?” He said quickly, unsure how to come back from this.
Henry looked panicked as she completely blanked on the reason she had come to see him in the first place. "Well I.. I um.. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.. To interrupt you doing.." wow, that was going to be burned into her mind.
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“They must be getting a lot of calls, poor thing. Someone clearly pranked them.” She hasn’t asked the boy for the gender to get back the type of people he was in to – she just wanted to know if it was a guy or girl getting harassed by calls. Her eyebrows lifted only some as he shared that, not exactly surprised either. “Alright? Haha, whatever floats your boat, dear. Just, maybe don’t call random numbers on the stalls again because you’re not going to get the things you claim you’re looking for. Like milkshakes.” Gives him a look that clearly says she’s dubious on whether or not to trust that.
“I’ll scribble out the number later,” Leo promised, going red again as the girl teased him about the milkshake situation. “It was an honest mistake, I thought someone just needed a friend or something! No one at my old school did stuff like this, people were just up front with each other…” he mumbled.
“Aww, that’s nice if you.” His embarrassment was somewhat amusing in the sense she couldn’t believe he was this naive to how numbers worked on a bathroom wall. Henry wasn’t sure she bought the innocence, either, but in the end, what did it really matter, right? It’s not like it effected her either way. “Are you in the market for some new friends yourself, Leo?”
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“Of course I am,” she returned simply. “I’d kill for your bone structure.” It was true, she found Riley very pretty – she was definitely shy and skittish, but lovely. In fact, Henry had a difficult time finding why she was so… The way she was.. in a normal school, Henry would wage money that she’d be one of those popular girls all the guys wanted to date and all the girls wanted to be. “No one’s told you that before?”
Riley found herself consciously pulling down her sleeves and bringing up a hand against her cheek. Alright, maybe she hasn’t eaten properly for a few days, but it couldn’t be that NOTICEABLE, can it? It never occurred to her before, at least, that someone will just randomly sit at her table and start ticking her body parts off as if in a list. Is she… MOCKING me? “I don’t… I don’t understand, I… i-is there something you n-needed?”
Henry's brows came together in some confusion with the question. "Um.. No?" Okay, obviously just speaking her mind was not a good idea where Riley was concerned. She became conscious of the fact the other girl gave off an uncomfortable vibe. "I'm sorry if that upset you." She sipped from her juice again, glancing around, feeling stupid by the moment.
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“Oh is there?” She sounded surprised. “I’ve never heard of it then. Could have definitely saved me some horrible haircuts when I was little,” she giggled. “Oh I’m Henry! What’s your name?”
“I suppose there is one, if not a few. I’m not really certain though,” she smiled. “It really could’ve, but I believe those horrible haircuts don’t look horrible. You seem like the type that looks good with everything,” Esther said while scanning the other from head to toe. “I’m Esther, nice to meet you Henry.”
"I might look that way, but trust me -- the Peter Pan cut made my egg shaped head come out," she grinned. "But it definitely looks cute on some women." She looked up at the gum in her hair. "Well Esther, do you want to ask some science person if they know how to salvage your hair, or should I just get the scissors?"
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It seemed the girl was going to be okay so she nodded and took a drink from her juice instead. “I don’t remember if I introduced myself, I’m Henry,” she said, offering another friendly smile. “Has anyone ever told you how lovely you are?” She couldn’t resist adding. “I mean, seriously. Really pretty. I can’t imagine someone who looks like you to be in a place like this, but the world surprises us every day.”
“R-Riley,” she replied, coughing once more when the girl complimented her out of nowhere. “I-I-I am…?” She asked after drinking some more of her water. Maybe she needed something from Riley. Yes, that could just be it. After all, no one just RANDOMLY sat at her table and acted nicely towards her. “I don’t… a-are you… are you… s-serious??”
"Of course I am," she returned simply. "I'd kill for your bone structure." It was true, she found Riley very pretty -- she was definitely shy and skittish, but lovely. In fact, Henry had a difficult time finding why she was so... The way she was.. in a normal school, Henry would wage money that she'd be one of those popular girls all the guys wanted to date and all the girls wanted to be. "No one's told you that before?"
"But I don't want to be here anymore, can't you just--" Henry's voice hitched on every word, her face wet. She hadn't meant to start crying but the second she heard her mother's voice, everything came up and now she couldn't stop herself. "You don't understand, these kids are awful, mommy.. I don't belong here!" Of course she'd known the woman wouldn't want to hear it. There was nothing she could do even if she did. The judge had put her here, she didn't have a choice. As the line went dead, Henry gave a choked sob and threw her phone into her purse, before placing her hand over her face. Plath Academy was horrible -- she kept running into kids who just wanted to rip her a new one instead of actually coexist, and the hostility had finally caused her to break down. She'd never felt so stupid and insignificant as she did then.
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“Are you..” She stared. “Are you serious?”
he’s ROLLING his eyes ;; his patience is wearing thin. “ no, i’m fucking with you. OF COURSE I AM, i wouldn’t have asked if i wasn’t. jesus —- ” are you that stupid? it almost slips out of his mouth. almost.
Henry blinked at the boy's rather suddenly barbed behavior. Without saying anything more to him, she gathered her things and simply walked away. These kids were really starting to get to her. She was starting to hate this place.
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“We don’t have to become friends,” she pointed out, crossing one leg over the other, clearly in no hurry to rush off yet. “Don’t you want to just talk to someone while you eat?”
“ talk to SOMEONE while i eat? not particularly, ” she says ever so bluntly, rolling her eyes as she pulls her lunch closer to her. “ i like, you know, eating during my lunch period. ”
"Oh wow," she gave the girl a sympathetic stare, "you probably have difficulties on dates then, don't you? I mean.. Having to carry on conversions while you're having a meal? It's a concept that's been around for ages, I'm afraid." If the girl wanted to have an attitude, that was perfectly fine with Henry.
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Henry felt a bit better to see him recoil a bit and behave as if she bit him. At least she felt he was listening now. “I don’t bite unless I feel pushed to it,” she commented, brushing some hair over her shoulder. “Anyway, I still think you’ll be able to squeak by on the exam. I still have another year before I can get out here regardless.”
Min Jae tried his hardest to not make a face at her self-satisfied expression, his SUPPRESSED reaction only coming out as a raise of his eyebrows. If she thought that her OUTBURST was enough for him to practically beg for her forgiveness like a lost puppy, then she was wrong. “Uhh,” he shook his head as if an attempt to shake off the RIDICULOUS vibes she was giving. “Good um, good for you. But… I don’t-I don’t think I asked.”
Oh no, she thought too much of him too soon. "Mm, no, you didn't," was all she said then, her eyes moving back to the papers she was doodling on. She had no interest to engage with someone of his nature, finding him extremely off putting for no reason at all. Just like most of the other students here, really. So Henry gave the boy a clear exit door to walk away and find someone else he felt like complaining with instead. It wasn't going to hurt her feelings.
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the girl lifted her hand off the man’s shoulder as soon as he made it apparent that being touched was most unappreciated. “someone should seriously lay off the ‘roids,” henry remarked, defensively. “i was just going to say you left your water bottle.”
He shook his head as she teased him about steroids. “If you really think any man with definition in their body is on steroids, you must know some shitty men.” He turned and looked around realizing she was right. “Oh.. I guess I did… sorry I just don’t like being touched while working out… I’m sure you understand”
"It's not the definition in your body I was referring to, sir -- steroids affect moods, too," she pointed out quietly, pulling her purse strap up her arm. She was talking about his aggressive overreaction, implying steroids would have that effect on him. As he apologized, Henry's tension eased a bit and she gave a little nod. "Certainly, I'm sorry I touched you." She was never touching a guy in the gym again -- that adrenaline clearly was too much.
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“Oooh, I love Greek mythology – I’m going to take that class next year, I think. Learn more about the stories.” Because she only knew, vaguely, of the ones Disney liked to play with and others that she’d naturally picked up over the years. Honestly, it all rolled together and she wasn’t even sure which was Greek or Roman or just some other culture altogether anymore… Oh well, that class would sort her out. “Atlas,” she said then, looking up at him, “can I ask you about the stutter? I’m sorry, but I’ve experienced so many kids here now that stutter and I’m just.. Is it because you’re really nervous or were you born with it? I know it’s rude to ask, you don’t have to answer.” She was just insanely curious because he equaled the fourth person, she thinks, that she met and stuttered like crazy.
“i-i was born with it,” he murmurs, a flush rising high on his cheeks. his parents had tried getting him a speech coach to help- and it had for a time, but it’d come back when his cousin John left him. john didn’t leave by choice atlas, it wasn’t your fault. “does it b-bother you?”
She saw his cheeks darken from what she assumed to be embarrassment. "Oh no no no," she said quickly, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring and brief squeeze, "I was just curious. I think you're the third or fourth person I've met so far who does and I thought you wouldn't mind if I asked. It definitely doesn't bother me, I promise. I was going to say if it was nerves, there's no need to be nervous with me!" Henry smiled.
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Henry wasn’t so sure she believed he was after milkshakes at all – it sounded like he wanted either drugs or, as the caller assumed, sex. But it wasn’t her business, really. Milkshakes.. Psh.. Okay boy. “You decided to call a bathroom number to ask for milkshakes.. Okay..” She couldn’t help repeating it, just so he could hear how silly that sounded. Putting her phone away, she nodded. “Sure, sure. I’ll get you your milkshake,” Henry said, reaching out to grandma pinch his cheek, mostly to tease him. “What kind of sex were they offering you? Was it a guy or a girl? I’m curious.” Or nosy, either one.
Squinting slightly in concentration, Leo opened his mouth slightly. “Oh yea, that does sound a little weird…” He admitted, blushing slightly as she pinched his cheeks. “They weren’t offering they were shouting about how that’s wat I was asking for. I suppose it does sound a little… off.” He said, grinning slightly, finding it kind of funny. “For the record it could have been a boy or a girl and I wouldn’t have minded. If I wasn’t asking for milkshakes. And instead asking for sex.”
"They must be getting a lot of calls, poor thing. Someone clearly pranked them." She hasn't asked the boy for the gender to get back the type of people he was in to -- she just wanted to know if it was a guy or girl getting harassed by calls. Her eyebrows lifted only some as he shared that, not exactly surprised either. "Alright? Haha, whatever floats your boat, dear. Just, maybe don't call random numbers on the stalls again because you're not going to get the things you claim you're looking for. Like milkshakes." Gives him a look that clearly says she's dubious on whether or not to trust that.
kitbtw
“i’m not planning on staying for longer than about a month.” kit said firmly, a little too defensive in the way he spoke. he might as well have crossed his arms against his chest and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “i didn’t, no. my father is pretty laid-back. and he was working most of the time when i was younger, so i guess the thought of implementing rules to control his son’s life wasn’t on his ever-growing to-do list.” raising an eyebrow at her rambling about her own family, kit shook his head. “sounds rough. must be nice being here, i don’t think it’s quite that bad. you can at least do more than you did before, right?” just because it felt restricted to him, it didn’t have to be the same for everyone else. the blonde fell into step beside her, staring ahead as they headed towards the exit. “good to meet you. i’m kit.”
"A month? Are you one of those kids they just had to place here temporarily until they can find you a better place?" She wondered aloud, finding it strange that he would only be here a short time. Henry was sure everyone here was sent here to die with the place. "Oh I'm sorry, it must have been hard if he was working all the time.. I would have been happy with a medium myself, some rules and restrictions as well as some freedom.. That isn't much to ask for." She got the door for him. "I guess so but I think this place is another kind of horrible, honestly. It's a fifty fifty chance of whether you run into someone wanting to bash your head in for saying hello, and the stress is seriously making me pale." Looking up at the sky, she crossed her arms as they walked. "Do you have a vehicle of some kind, kit?"
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Henry just happened to be standing off to the side and texting someone when she overheard Leo. Looking up, she had a disgusted expression on her face. “Seriously, Leo?” Shaking her head. “You could have used the library system if you wanted a good time – you can’t trust people who left numbers on bathroom stalls!”
Hanging up the phone, Leo turned to her. “Whoever answered the phone is unholy, they started going on about sex and stuff! I was gonn ask ‘em for milkshakes, but nope, I’m not being nice to strangers anymore!” He told her, shaking his head. “Well, I know that now. Wanna go get milkshakes?”
Henry wasn't so sure she believed he was after milkshakes at all -- it sounded like he wanted either drugs or, as the caller assumed, sex. But it wasn't her business, really. Milkshakes.. Psh.. Okay boy. "You decided to call a bathroom number to ask for milkshakes.. Okay.." She couldn't help repeating it, just so he could hear how silly that sounded. Putting her phone away, she nodded. "Sure, sure. I'll get you your milkshake," Henry said, reaching out to grandma pinch his cheek, mostly to tease him. "What kind of sex were they offering you? Was it a guy or a girl? I'm curious." Or nosy, either one.