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[Oliver Carbrey]

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{ you know me, oh you think you do you just don't seem to see

open to anyone who wants it.

The upside about having a reputation of being someone with a 'cold' personality, was that you didn't have to worry about getting any shit. Most people didn't find it all that interesting to pick on someone who didn't care. Well, the ironic thing was, that Oliver cared more than someone people would. He didn't like it when people pledged injustice against him, but a strong super hero deflected such comments. So, that is what Oliver aimed to do his first year, establishing a reputation as cold. Meanwhile, he would be quietly depressed or locked up on his dorm, rehabilitating with stacks of comic books.

But the downside was, Oliver didn't really get many friends. Over two years he had managed to make only two semi-friends, but they dropped out. So, shockingly, Oliver sat alone, most times, at lunch. Sure, he had his room mate Wynn now, but what help was that? Wynn was a nice kid, and Oliver didn't see anything wrong with him, despite the rumors also passed around about him... But that didn't do anything for his current circumstances. He wasn't about to approach the boy, whom was probably surrounded by his lot of friends, and ask to sit next to him. Sure, it was something he might of desired, but he couldn't bring himself to court over to the table and just sit down. Let alone ask to be seated. People would probably just misplace his actions as ignorance, a mishap that Oliver would rather avoid at the moment. Yes, cold and now ignorant would not be building up a good reputation.

Instead, he followed his good instinct and sat down at the first, and only, empty table he could. Thank Clark Kent it was empty! He couldn't imagine eating in the hallway again. He'd have to make excuses to the patrolling super intendant again. Last time it was a rather lame, scratched up, excuse. Too many people in one room made him feel claustrophobic! It was a terrible lie. Something that made his nose itch, but it kept him from having more rumors about him spread around. But not today, no, he had his own table. A secret sanctum that no one could invade. Well, actually they could... If they wanted to sit next to the cold Oliver Carbrey. And if they did, well, Oliver would be quite content to welcome them. To prove that he wasn't quite polite, and not as frosty as the rumors so put him.

Snatching up his roast-beef sandwich, Oliver pondered at how his siblings were eating. Half a dozen siblings he and his father had left in Ireland, how did they fair? And what of his mother? He sighed at the thought, and set down his sandwich at the sudden loss of appetite. He really missed them. He hoped they would get the letters he had mailed just yesterday... Poking at the fruit he got, in a so called 'fruit cup', he felt mildly disgusted. They called that fruit? Even with a school of such luxuries, they still managed to add strange foods to the menu. What school experience would be complete without gross food? Pushing his tray aside, Oliver sorted through his things to pull out a notebook.

His father and him often played games. Games of where there would be a case, well a fake case, and Oliver had to solve it under a certain amount of time with limited information. Of course, it could be very frustrating at times, but his father would sometimes give him hints, rather riddles, to help. Right now, however, he wasn't easily reached for one of his riddles. And this case Oliver had been working on for sometime. His guess was his father made it extra difficult so it would amuse him until the holidays were out.

"Alright..." he mumbled to himself as he began to scribble ideas down. Madame Reilly with the candlestick in the parlor. He sniffled a laugh to himself, yes, the classic game of Clue. That was a game he often played with his younger siblings. Of course, they never had the patience to complete the game like he did.. They just wanted to go race in the backyard. But all was well, if he could just figure out the motive.

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{ i've been waiting all this time to be, something i can't define

(c) - lyrics, the format.

[Gregory Brandenberg]

IF LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH TO PUT MY ENEMIES TO SLEEP

[/font][/right]This school was finally beginning to irritate him, even the good-humored, optimistic Zayne Brandenberg. Everyone had a breaking point, and Zayne was afraid that he was coming to his. He was a newbie to the school system; it was hard to infiltrate the existing cliques to find himself a spot. He had work upon work to worry about, not to mention the latest English assignment to put on a play. Which, by the way, where the hell did the teachers come up with that one?! This wasn't a drama school!

It was becoming hard to keep his head up anymore (not to mention that his head hurt like hell; probably from all those beers he had last night,) Zayne wanted possibly more than anything to transfer out of this school; he could handle the mockery and shame just well at home for dropping out. Okay, maybe some guys wouldn't consider dropping out under these circumstances... but Zayne wasn't like everyone else, (which was another flaw that irked him terribly). And whenever Zayne hit rock bottom, it hit him hard. At this current time, he was just doing his best to hang in the balance. He wasn't a quitter; he didn't want to be known as one. So, for now, he would have to stick this damn place out.

Whenever Gregory Zayne entered the packed lunchroom, however, he suddenly grimaced. The overall negative outcome of being a new kid meant very few friends. And, having very few friends at lunch didn't reserve you a seat at their shallow-end tables. So, if he wanted to have a seat, he'd have to make a 'friend'. Wonderful. Zayne sighed to himself as he scanned over each table; none of them were just vacant by now. But, as he saw that a table was occupied by only one boy, he rushed over. He wouldn't want that guy's friends coming over to steal his seat.

Setting his tray down first, Zayne looked over at the boy opposite of him. What a shock; he didn't recognize him. But, hell, Zayne didn't recognize anyone here. Zayne watched the other curiously; he was writing notes instead of eating... which didn't make much sense to him at least. Lunch was a time to completely blow off school work, at least long enough to eat your sandwich.

Although his true mood was otherwise, Zayne put on his best fake-smile. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked and watched the other for a reply. "I mean... this seat isn't taken, is it?" The real downside of sitting here wouldn't be all that much; Zayne would just have to wear a completely false facade the entire time. In the event that he was refused, however, Zayne began to spot out some other near-empty tables; you could never be too careful in this school.

Zayne's eyes once again looked at the other, but tried not to stare for too long either. And, for completely irrational and perhaps inexplainable reasons, Zayne was reminded of his older brother, Jamie. Ah, shit, he muttered in his mind. Home was the last thing he wanted to think of at this point. Besides, he knew it wasn't fair to think of Jamie here, he hardly knew anyone, especially this complete stranger in front of him. This guy didn't deserve to be thought of as Zayne's older brother that he always was dying to impress. Oh, and not to mention the fact that his brother was a pervert...

To be completely honest, Zayne didn't know just why he connected Oliver with his older brother; they didn't look the least bit alike or seem alike in anyway. Maybe he was feeling so down that he was starting to think of Jamie, and how he wished things had happened differently. Great; Zayne had another Jamie to work his ass of in order to impress, whether the guy was the least like his brother or not.

THEN I'M PUTTIN' OUT THE LANTERN,

FIND YOUR OWN WAY BACK HOME

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Lyrics @ Panic at the Disco
Character / Post @ Sarah on esfb