Theoretically Speaking || Jairo Trent

[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Though Melissa Clark was not a huge fan of being in a place with plenty of people, the cafeteria and the three main meals of the day were hardly something that she could avoid. She knew of plenty of people with issues with eating, but she was not one of them. She, in fact, enjoyed her food and enjoyed being able to eat. Still, sometimes she hoped that she could stay in her room and enjoy her food there. When she was in a room full of people and she was having to eat she was terribly worried that someone was going to be watching her. That thought disturbed her, but it wasn't one she could get rid of. Which was why she had made an arrangement with a doctor to allow her to eat on her own, a little while after everyone else. Food was still available, and there weren't nearly as many people in the cafeteria as there would have been if she had been there with everyone else. A few other people, presumably all with the same issue were in the same place, eating in different places around the hall. The light blue eyes of the little woman flickered around at the faces. She recognised some of them, having spoken with those people or heard them getting dragged away in the dead of night. Others she didn't know, and decided to avoid looking at. She knew that some people had anger issues just like people had eating issues. She didn't want to provoke anyone. Not today, at least. Sitting down with her food, Melissa looked down at the tray in front of her. Mashed potatoes, peas, two sausages and a small pool of questionable gravy. Besides her tray sat a small, greying paper cup. Within that was her medication, to be taken after food. A clean and fresh looking water bottle stood beside that, and as she took out her plastic knife and fork from a flimsy paper wrapper and began to eat, Melissa noticed the presence of someone else nearby. Her eyes flickered up from the ridiculously lumpy mashed potatoes and looked up to see who it was that had joined her.[/style]

[JAIRO ELI TRENT]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2py29l3.png] The air here was somehow too clean. As he breathed it in he could swear he could taste the slightest hint of metallic and somehow that bothered him. This entire place managed to make him feel trapped and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. His pale rose lips parted to reveal a sigh. He had been standing here for some time staring at the entrance door to the cafeteria. Somehow going through the door would take more strength that he had mustered for the day and so he waited, watching the faces of other so called mental patients that wandered about. A few of them had blank expressions on their faces which matched their pale complexion and dull, emotionless eyes. This place managed to be eerie in structure but that was nothing compared to the people that lived inside, downright frightening they were…and he was one of them now. This provoked yet another sigh to spill from his pale lips before he raised an arm and pushed open the large doors that led him to the smell of food. Having only been here a short while, Jairo had not yet had time to sample the food in which they served here but he could only imagine that it left something to be desired. Mostly that was all this place did…leave something to be desired…like the outside world and regular human contact…maybe even a cheeseburger or two… Jairo blinked as the air swept across his face, forcing the smell of cooking food into his nostrils. He almost choked on the sweet scent and looking down accordingly he realized that he was indeed very hungry. Such things could not be avoided for long and so he strode through the long lanes that were on the side of each expanse of table. He avoided making eye contact with those who were here but noticed that he was one of very few people in this area…for this he was silently thankful. When he reached the counter he was forced to look up and meet the gaze of an older woman clearly in charge of the food. She said nothing but her eyes were full of speech and emotion that Jairo found hard to read. He smiled half-heartedly and grabbed a plate in which she could full. Five minutes later and he was standing at the head of the cafeteria watching the mulling of others in and out of the door and those who sat seemingly oblivious to his presence. One side seemed fuller than the other and so he chose the emptier area. He steered himself toward a girl who took no notice of him and sat down across from her, within earshot but far enough away to give privacy if that is what she wanted…not that it really mattered to him. Social interaction wasn’t his strong point but it wasn’t one of his weak ones either, as such if she wanted to chat it was welcome. Black tendrils of hair fell forward into his face and curved around his forehead while his shimmering green eyes focused only on the food in front of him. It seemed brown in color which was somewhat disconcerting in and of it-self. Tenderly Jairo poked at the mass with his fork while his pale complexion twisted itself into an emotion of disgust. ------------------------------------------- Wc: 564 Ooc: Oh this sucks and I am so sorry D: I don't know what is wrong with my Jairo muse right now >.<

[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]It should be said now that Melissa was not the type of girl to stare at people in an obvious manner. But she liked to observe who it was that sat near her, and wanted to see if she could put a name to their face, even if they hadn't spoken before. Melissa's eyes, blue and as still as ice watched the person in front of her. If their eyes met she smiled a cautious smile, the same sort of smile you'd give someone you didn't want to upset. The person she was trying to figure out at at the moment however hadn't seemed to notice her, nor did she mange to recognise him. Dark hair, bright eyes. No, she didn't think she knew him. Melissa coiled a loop of un-fluffy mashed potatoes around her fork and looked at the person in front of her. She was beginning to get bored here on her own, perhaps some conversation would be good for her. Good for him too, maybe. Melissa ran her fingers around the fork, holding it loosely. she waved it in the air by her face and spoke. "Hey stranger." She said, her voice cool. She popped the fork in her mouth and sucked the sludge textured food off of her fork. She grimaced, shook her head and smiled, pulling back the doll face she managed to maintain. "I'm Mel. Haven't seen you around all that often." She spoke calmly. Sometimes she would see the boy - she was sure it was him - around. She wondered now why she had never tried to approach him and start up a conversation. Maybe she was just occupied. "Erm..." Fuck, she thought, desperately scrambling for some sort of conversation starter beyond what she had already said. Her eyes, less still and cool, looked down to the plate in front of her. "Food's pretty terrible today." She said, a tone of disappointment lacing her voice. She was unsure why it was that she expected decent food in such a corrupt establishment. Still, she was at least making an attempt at conversation. Surely that was.. Something?[/style]

[JAIRO ELI TRENT]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2py29l3.png] Around him was the shuffling of feet with no purpose; it sounded loud in his ears while the scooping of food from their aluminum dishes rang as backdrop noise. Jairo lifted food by the forkfuls into his mouth and cringed as each strange taste that accompanied it slid down his throat. Jairo swallowed raised his lip in disgust and then pushed the plate away figuring that he wasn’t too hungry after all. A stray hand moved through his hair pushing back the short black strands that resided there; as he returned his hand to his lap they were swept across his forehead again as if his gesture was entirely in vain. When his green eyes rose they were matched with the girl across from him. Though he had noticed her briefly before he was entirely aware of her now and he ran his orbs over her features just once to take them in. Locks of blonde cascaded around her face framing her pale features; brightening those light blue eyes. Jairo had to admit that he was not expecting to look up and see someone so pretty sitting across from him and in response he smiled warmly. A cool voice pulled from her lips and Jairo was entirely intent to listen. He smirked looked down at his hands a moment, twined them together and then raised his gaze upward once again. “I’m Jairo.” He extended his palm across the table; expectant of a hand-shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Melissa.” Though he had not intended it her name slid from his mouth as easily as honey, formed so perfectly by those pale rose lips. He smiled enchantingly in her direction exposing the sharp canines that habitually lay hidden. Her sapphire eyes turned from him to the plate that lay in front of her and Jairo watched in delight as she struggled for words. Who knew someone could be so cute when they didn’t know what to say… He thought the smile upon his face growing an inch or so. The black tendrils of hair tickled his forehead as he moved forward and placed his elbows on the table carefully making sure he didn’t disturb the plate that he had pushed aside. Around his ears those short hairs of black poked outward lending an air of disarray to the ebony mop upon his head. His eyes however were clean and bright while staring directly at her awaiting her speech and revelling in her beauty. When Melissa spoke again the slightest frown appeared and he noticed her lips pull downward creasing the side of her mouth. Jairo chuckled; a deep sound inside of his throat. “It really is…you think in a plutocratic place like this they would spring for good food. “ He laughed and rolled his eyes as if in expression of his words. His brows raised with this gesture those two black lines indicating so much more than they meant to. His green eyes flashed in the light and he smirked directly at her. “How long have you been eating this crap for? I only arrived a week or so ago…I think…time loses all meaning in a place like this.” Jairo gestured to the area around them littered with shadowy darkness and lending something of a musty smell to the air. The benches were clearly old as were the tables they ate on and to Jairo it often felt like he had been transported directly into the past. Maybe this was just a wish reflected unto his thoughts but regardless it was valid. Time did lose meaning in this place…at least to those who knew that they were never, ever getting out. ------------------------------------------- Wc: 614

[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Melissa, being a watcher of people observed intently as Jairo twisted his hands together in a funny knot before introducing himself. She wondered if that was an act of indecision, or perhaps a nervous tick. There was no use in questioning it though, it would have been a fruitless endeavour. Instead, she smiled a bright and brilliant smile, emphasised by the happy sparkle in her eyes. There was nothing quite like meeting a new person and bonding with them. "Nice to meet you too, Jairo." Smiled the blonde. She placed down her fork and put her hand in his, shaking it warmly and smiling in much the same fashion. It seemed like Jairo was going to be someone she was going to be liking. What a nice first impression he had made. Her grin soon shrank, and as she withdrew her hand, she looked down to her meal again. It didn't look any more appealing, but she had to eat. There was something about Jairo's smile that made Melissa smile back. There was just something about him, perhaps it was the way he had said her name or the sensation of his skin against hers, but whatever it was it was enough to send a shiver running up and down her spine, as if someone was using each disc as a piano key. With this feeling being so foreign to the young woman, she cleared her throat, rocked her shoulders just a little and tried to pay attention to her food. She found it quite hard to focus. So she was more than grateful at the sound of laughter, once the words had left her mouth. Even his laughter, a happy chime, asked her to sit up a little straighter and pay more attention to him. She kept her eyes on his for a few moments longer, watching in quiet thought. She couldn't place what it was she was thinking about, but she didn't take her eyes off of Jairo. He spoke, and she laughed lightly. "Oh yeah, who'd have thought that a place like this would have bad food?" Sarcasm soaked Melissa's voice, but it went crooked at the end, cracking as he smirked at her. Heat crawled up her neck like a rash, and she had to look away. Melissa's spirits were lifted once more when she was asked a question. She liked it when someone else initiated a conversation, or asked questions. She shifted a little, put a hand beneath her chin and abandoned her food to drink from her bottle of water. As she swallowed down a cool mouthful, she looked at Jairo. "I'm twenty one, I've been here since I was.. Sixteen, seventeen. You're right, time does lose meaning. They won't tell me how long I've been here, but I know I'm never leaving." Said Melissa. She hoisted a wrist, showing a label on her wrist that read in large capital lettering 'PRONOUNCED DEAD'. She wasn't going to be allowed out of the grounds, her dad thought she was dead... She was trying to make the best of things by being happy as often as she could but it was a tough task to take. She decided to take a risk, as she lowered her wrist. "What are you.. Er.. Why are you in here?" She decided to ask, trying to make her question sound less like someone had been sentenced and more like someone was legitimately going to be getting help for their disorders.[/style]