Talia Andromeda Portman (my_stars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-30 02:32:00 |
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They're More Interesting Than The Breakfast Club, Anyway
Who: Talia, introducing Jasmine "Jazz" O'Malley
Where: Regan High cafeteria
When: Friday afternoon
Damn. Jasmine O'Malley kinda hated being late to the cafeteria. She took a LITTLE longer than she'd planned at her locker, and now? All the tables in the caf were taken. Meaning? She had to find someone she DIDN'T immediately want to hit in the face to sit with. Good luck. The petite blonde grumbled, tray in hand, looking from table to table.
Talia generally didn't sit with a group of people if she could help it, but she DID occasionally sit with the Art/Drama kids, If only so she felt like she fit in. TJ and Clark were currently arguing about Britney Spears and her influence on pop culture, of all things. Nate was playing with his Gameboy... and Talia? Was going over her coursework over the last few years in her mind... trying to figure out if she had enough units to graduate early. It was something to look into, wasn't it? Spotting Jazz, she gave the girl an awkward smile.
Raising a brow to Talia inquisitively (the girl had always been a bit of an enigma to Jazz, really), the blonde walked over to her, looking to the empty seat there. "Got room for one more? I really don't wanna have to deal with sitting near the jocks or the cheerleaders..."
"Go for it," Talia replied with a nod. Talia wasn't a social creature by ANY stretch of the imagination, to be honest, but at least right now it looked like she was TRYING to change that. "And I understand not wanting to sit with them. Payton brings new meaning to the word 'bitch'." Ah, the blunt side of Talia makes an appearance!
"She kind of makes me want to gouge my own eardrums out, just so I don't have to hear her voice again." Jazz said, her tone hilariously sweet as she said it. "Thanks." She slipped into the seat, cutting into her slice of pizza. "Funny enough? I think this is the first time I've heard you talk. Like... ever."
"I'm told that I'm a little too internal sometimes," Talia replied, before rolling her eyes. "Well, MOST of the time." She shrugged and took a sip of her coke. "But whatever. How's life?"
"Pretty blah, really. It's kinda craptastic when the highlight of your days is being at school." She smirked, trying to make fun of her home life like it wasn't killing her inside. "So... you guys look like your own little John Hughes movie here."
Talia looked over to the small group and arched an eyebrow at one of the boys, who was putting sandwich meat on his face, being a complete goof (Thank you, Mean Girls). "I … never really thought of that. They do look like the types to go to detention on a Saturday, don't they?"
"Seriously. But hey... at least you got a little group of friends here. I got a few pals, but nobody I really... feel close to." She shrugged, not really thinking about WHY she doesn't trust people much.
Talia shrugged. "I think that they just tolerate me, really. I don't... really say much." Mostly because their arguments and conversation weren't exactly STIMULATING for Talia. Sometimes being smart was lonely.
"I guess I understand that. I think I kinda... annoy most people. Mostly because I try so hard to keep a sunny disposition all the time." She sighed, lowering her voice, "They don't get it... that I do that because it's the only way I deal."
"...With life?" Talia asked, keeping her question purposely vague. She didn't want to press a subject that Jazz didn't necessarily want to go to, even though she'd alluded to something there.
"Yeah. I mean, some kids with crap lives go all goth and write manic depressive poetry. Some turn to drugs. Me? I just... try to stay positive. I mean... things can't get TOO much worse, so why let it get to me?"
"That's... a healthy way to look at things," Talia replied with a small smile.
"It's... the only sane way I can manage." She admitted, blushing a little. "Can I ask you something?"
Talia nodded to Jazz' statement. It made perfect sense in her mind, so she admired the other girl for it. "Sure. What's on your mind?"
"Why do you always seem so.... sad? Maybe sad isn't the word. Detached, maybe?" Hrm. Had she been watching Talia? "I don't mean to seem stalker-y... I just... you always seem like you exist on another plane than the rest of us."
"Oh." Talia blinked, looking down at the table awkwardly. "I just... get lost in my own thoughts, sometimes. Kinda find it hard to really... associate with people anymore."
"That's kind of... sad." The blonde replied, sighing. "I know this sounds lame but... if you ever need to talk or just kind of... vent to someone, I'm always around..."
It really WAS sad. Which was a part of the reason why Talia was thinking of graduating early. Maybe then she'd be motivated to do MORE with her life. "Thanks for that."
"I don't always have a lot to offer... but I'm a good friend." She shrugged, offering her hand. "You can call me Jazz, by the way. Most people I like do."
Talia gently grasped her hand and shook it. She was a bit of a nerd, so... not one for strength. "Cool. I prefer 'T' myself."