Snippet #1791118

Corinth let out a half sigh, trying to erase the color in her cheeks. "Thanks" she mumbled, putting a hand to the patch. Perhaps to reassure herself. That it was still there? It was sort of her lucky charm, the little bit of cloth was. "I'm Corinth." She said. the added a few moment later, "West."Then she gave a half smile. "Thanks again for helping me. and not freaking out, really." She ran a hand through her hair, checking for blood among the brown strands. She shook her head slightly. It was lucky, she thought. She'd never really thought of it that way. Running into people as a rule wasn't a good thing. But she'd gotten her eye-patch tied.

Blood was a disgusting sight for most people. But honestly, after having it run like tears down her cheek so often, Cor was immune to it. It was like being around people with different sexual preferences than her. After living with her brother so long she figured that this school wouldn't bother her much. She didn't much care. So many things were only disturbing or gross the first couple times on experience them. Time tempered everything. That brought up another question.

Why was this girl so cool at the sight of blood? Cor didn't think much on it though. She should be grateful that the other helped her. "I appreciate it."

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Austin could feel that Lucas wasn't... right. Was that the correct word? Jail must have broken him. Not surprising. Austin knew what the institution had done to him. he just knew how to hide it better. The long moment when another warm hand clasped his own felt... odd. It wasn't a friendly moment, per-say, more like he'd spaced out. Then the other jammed his hand in his pocket. Tin followed suit.

A short pause and a far-away expression on the other's face ensured. Austin took the time to study the male's features. Bleached blonde hair, Tin noticed. Green eyes, similar to his own, but a brighter color, perhaps. A slender curve of cheek and jaw. It made for a pleasant face to look at, he had to admit.

"It's cool" the boy said. "I'm here because I'm a very naughty boyo." He said with a sarcastic nod of his head. "You know, the usual." He adopted a mock bull-dog deep voice. "'This here is your last chance, sonny. Don't mess it up.'" He smirked and shrugged.