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[Taylor]

The lounge.. Hm. Well, this was probably one of the many places that she'd choose to spend her free time. Er.. either here or her room. Because, well, being she could be a very social person, yet at the same time she could be a very anti-social person, she would have her days where she would want nothing to do with anyone and then she'd have her days where she'd feel like she was going to die without someone to talk to. She was like that a lot; so quick to change moods. That's why most people would accuse her of having Multiple Personality Disorder, though, she didn't. That was just typical for people around her though, always judging her or something. So, did it really surprise you that a lot of people thought this? If it did, if shouldn't have.

Letting out somewhat of a soft sigh, she looked down at her fingernails. As usual, they were painted a coat of black. Though, beings she had just painted them such a short while ago, there weren't any chips in it. As of right now. Just wait until she got her guitar out, then there would be hardly any left... by the time she finished playing.

Which, by the time she finished playing it, she probably would've played for a good two hours. Or possibly more.

But that was just her, she loved playing her guitar. It was so.. theraputic for her. Like lots of other things. Including music, drawing, painting, etc., etc. She was an artsy girl, er, you could say that, I guess.

Her appearance today probably wasn't the most appealing to many. Especially those who seemed to be the complete opposite, and the ones who shopped at stores such as Aeropostale or Abercrombie & Fitch. Personally, she hated both stores. With a passion.

On her top half, a simple black "From First to Last" band t-shirt was worn. On her lower half, however, was a fairly tight pair of black pants.. The kind with the straps dangling off the back. Yes, she liked those kinds of pants. Got a problem with it? Didn't think so.

She yawned, watching people walk by and now and then looking down at one of the magazines that was sitting on the table. She noticed a new piece of interesting "information" on the cover each time. Almost like it was asking her, or tempting her, to just open it up and read it. Well, she wasn't going to. Even if it were the last magazine on earth, and she had nothing left to do, she wouldn't pick it up and read it. There was another odd trait she had. She sometimes held odd personal grudges against various inanimate objects.

But, you could say she was just weird like that.

[Morgan]

Morgan wandered into the lounge and looked around. Yes, even at the ceiling. Whenever she entered a new building, it needed a visual examination.

Wearing just a simple black "HIM" Tee and some army green shorts. And obviously, she had her heavy black eyeliner on. Typical dress for the ninteen year old.

Morgan sat down next to a girl whom seemed to be staring at her finger nails. She wondered what was so interesting about them. She watched the girl with her eyebrow raised. She was tempted to giggle.

Having...fun? she asked. She still had her eyebrow raised. Bust she must admit, the girl's fingernails were pretty awesome. Jet Black.

I'm Morgan. Chev. she introduced.

Morgan looked down at her lap causing her chest-length hair to fall into her face. She brushed off some cat hair that Puss sent with as a good-bye gift. Yes. Her cats name was puss.

Morgan looked back up and over at the girl. She shook her hair out of her face and tucked her bangs back behing her ear. She smiled slightly.

[Taylor]

Taylor looked up quickly, and blushed slightly. Yeah, that had managed to embarass her. Then again, she was easily embarassed. Something she hated about herself. Er.. well, one of the many things she hated about herself.

She grinned slightly, "Can't say that I am." she said, the grin soon turning into a smirk. She listened attentively as the girl introduced herself, nodding slowly before breaking into somewhat of a smile. "I'm Taylor Nesser." she said, almost feeling like she was supposed to stick her hand out for Morgan to shake. Yeah, it had become a habit. So, she almost instantly did it.. But this time she managed to keep herself from it.

She let out a soft yawn, watching a few people walk by before brushing her hair out of her face and watched as Morgan stared down at her lap. Almost tempted to ask her the same question that Morgan had asked just a short while earlier. She smirked a little and stared at the magazine again. Somehow, she was getting to the point where she wanted to just pick it up. But then she reminded herself of the grudge she held against it... So, she decided not to.[/font]

[Morgan]

Morgan gave an akward look to Taylor and the Magazine. Nice to meet you. she said slowly. She looked from Taylor to the Magazine. She picked it up and set it on Taylors lap. There you go. she said with a giggle.

She flicked her hair out of her face and crossed her legs. She watched person from person pass, watching each for a few seconds. Obviously, they stared back at her. An ocassional flipping off was in order. Each time she stuck up her middle finger, she giggled with delight. She always found humor in that..for sme odd reason. People always raised their eyebrow at it, she raised her finger at that.

[Laura]

Laura walked in and looked at Taylor. Nice nails... she thought. She flipped her blonde hair back and sat down. She didn't really know what to say. She sort of smiled a broken smile and said Hi. My name is Laura, Laura Love. What's your name, and if you don't mind me asking, why are you here?. She looked down at her feet and thought I hope I didn't screw up...

[Taylor]

Taylor blinked and then nodded back to Morgan in reply of "nice to meet you." She blinked when she saw Morgan set the magazine on her lap, and then with her eyes widening, she picked up the magazine, having had already let out somewhat of a boyish scream [the reason I say boyish, is because her scream is kind of hoarse, as is her voice. You know. That scream where you scream when you feel like you can't scream anymore. Teehee.] and chucked the magazine across the room. Yes, this was one of the odd things she did. But hey, now she didn't have to worry about that stupid magazine bothering her any longer.. Right?

She heard someone else sit down near her, and smiled slightly. "Nice to meet you, Laura. I'm Taylor.... Nesser. And uh.. Well, I'm here because my parents happen to consider me a nuisance and a waste of... person." she said with a bigger smile. Kind of like she was actually happy about it. Well, she was happy in a way. She hated being with her parents. She hated being fifty feet where their presence was welcomed.

She grinned and looked back over at Morgan, just staring at her for a while. It was that stare that sort of said.. "I'm feeling hyper.." you know? Only, when Taylor was hyper.. Well, let's just say that everyone would end up wishing they'd never met her.[/font]

[Morgan]

Morgan looked up at the ceiling. She was watching a random bug flutter it's self into the ceiling. Morgan started giggling. She looked at Taylor then to the other side of her. She screamed and jumped. No. She didn't land on the chair, but the floor. She crawled back up. You damn scary people. she said with a giggle. Yes. She laughed alot. What? Oh. My name is..Morgan.....Chev. Yeah. She forgot her last name for a second. Typical Morgan.

Morgan eyed Taylor. Did the booklet of paper hurt you? she asked, randomly poking Taylor's nose. Not only was she an idiot. She was a random idiot. Great fun that was. She turned back to Laura. Are you emo? Emo people are seeeexy. Not that i'm Bi. But i'm emo! Emo is sexy. I already said that... she said looking back down at her lap. She started twiddling her thumbs. Why are youuuu here? she asked Laura, getting hyper. I'm a runaway. From many things. Yes, yes. she nodded.