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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 681827" data-attributes="member: 1255">Monday, 2:25pmSouth High School, South SideChemistry was one of Macario's favourite classes, though Biology fascinated him more.&nbsp; In any case, he loved the strange antiseptic smell to the place - it held a certain charm for him.&nbsp; The mix of formaldehyde and sulphur, it was... what, exactly?&nbsp; Not intoxicating or addictive.&nbsp; He didn't long for the scents when they weren't around.&nbsp; Intriguing, that was it.&nbsp; They were interesting enough that he found them pleasant.&nbsp; Of course, he'd never say that to Roz - she still didn't let him live down the time he ate glue in first grade -Roz.&nbsp; Focus on Roz.&nbsp; He looked over at her.&nbsp; Raven hair cut in a conservative bowl and huge ungainly glasses that took up too much of her face.&nbsp; And she was buck-toothed.&nbsp; The girl just didn't have any luck.&nbsp; Like he was one to talk.&nbsp; On the other hand, if he looked at her in a certain way, he could see that if this was just an awkward phase, that she could end up quite the looker.&nbsp; A haircut, some contacts, and braces would bring out those exotic brown eyes and emphasize those thick, pouty lips...&nbsp; While he was likely to just deteriorate more and more.&nbsp; Just eventually waste away into nothingness.Okay, no more thinking down this path, he told himself, Because herein lay depression and madness.&nbsp; Instead he decided to listen to Roz's words.She was talking about one of those thug bullies.&nbsp; He knew the type too well.&nbsp; Leaning back in his chair, he examined the obvious dents in the back of her chair.&quot;You know, you should sue his punk ass,&quot; he declared idly.&nbsp; &quot;Isn't that like a federal offense, picking on people in a wheelchar?&nbsp; You should sue him.&quot;&nbsp; Then he looked forward at the Dynamic Duo and lowered his voice.&nbsp; &quot;Or you could cake on the facepaint and get all slutted up and hope he calls you up for dinner and a movie.&quot;Absently, he turned to the back of his notebook and started a sketch of Faith and Brenda as he saw them in his imagination, garish makeup emulated by a red-inked pen, and cleavage that took up most of their exaggerated bodies.&nbsp; He wasn't a very accomplished artist, but he found drawing to be a good release.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 681827, member: 1255"] [i]Monday, 2:25pm South High School, South Side[/i] Chemistry was one of Macario's favourite classes, though Biology fascinated him more. In any case, he loved the strange antiseptic smell to the place - it held a certain charm for him. The mix of formaldehyde and sulphur, it was... what, exactly? Not intoxicating or addictive. He didn't long for the scents when they weren't around. Intriguing, that was it. They were interesting enough that he found them pleasant. Of course, he'd never say that to Roz - she still didn't let him live down the time he ate glue in first grade - Roz. Focus on Roz. He looked over at her. Raven hair cut in a conservative bowl and huge ungainly glasses that took up too much of her face. And she was buck-toothed. The girl just didn't have [i]any[/i] luck. Like he was one to talk. On the other hand, if he looked at her in a certain way, he could see that if this was just an awkward phase, that she could end up quite the looker. A haircut, some contacts, and braces would bring out those exotic brown eyes and emphasize those thick, pouty lips... While he was likely to just deteriorate more and more. Just eventually waste away into nothingness. [i]Okay, no more thinking down this path,[/i] he told himself, [i]Because herein lay depression and madness.[/i] Instead he decided to listen to Roz's words. She was talking about one of those thug bullies. He knew the type too well. Leaning back in his chair, he examined the obvious dents in the back of her chair. "You know, you should sue his punk ass," he declared idly. "Isn't that like a federal offense, picking on people in a wheelchar? You should sue him." Then he looked forward at the Dynamic Duo and lowered his voice. "Or you could cake on the facepaint and get all slutted up and hope he calls you up for dinner and a movie." Absently, he turned to the back of his notebook and started a sketch of Faith and Brenda as he saw them in his imagination, garish makeup emulated by a red-inked pen, and cleavage that took up most of their exaggerated bodies. He wasn't a very accomplished artist, but he found drawing to be a good release. [/QUOTE]

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