Post by jessie on Apr 9, 2010 22:55:28 GMT -6
-- Trent Michael Thompson. Eighteen. Senior. Music.
Trent had basically mastered avoiding Hiroko. He usually was never in the dorm. Sometimes he would creep in very late at night but Trent was a night owl and he preferred to wonder threw Los Angele's in complete peace than be in the dorm with Hiroko. Just being near her gave him a eerie feeling. He always felt like he constantly had to be alert and have his guard up. Who knew what she was capable of. Probably murder as far as he was concerned. What Trent was capable of...was not important. Murder was something that he was very close to however. Trent saw how Hiroko had hit Travis with a car and felt no remorse except the single fact that her precious car had to go in for evidence. Normal people. People with actual emotions, would be distraught for days if they had hit someone with a car and killed them. It would haunt some people for the rest of there existence. Not Hiroko of course. She could care less that she had taken a human life- accident or no accident. Trent could care less, however, what Hiroko did in her spare time. Hit people with cars, sharpen knives, watch You tube videos of people being murdered and get turned on. It did not matter to him at all. The less he knew about her, the better.
Because Trent was so sure that Hiroko was not bothered by his comments sometimes Trent enjoyed insulting her. She never cared. Hiroko cared about nothing, in his opinion. Sometimes he flat out ignored her. He preferred it that way because usually he did not care enough about her to bother with her and her constant questions and attempts to get a rise out of him. She was familiar with the fact that Trent was a loose cannon and basically a mess. Everyone was familiar with this by now. There were days where Trent actually was in a all around good mood and speaking with Hiroko actually amused him some. Maybe that made Trent twisted but he loathed her so he saw it as acceptable.
Trent did not mind if Kiara wanted to be friends with Hiroko. Kiara was a sweet girl and always saw the good in people. He was not sure what she saw in Hiroko, but it did not bother him much. Trent was friends with Violet, who Kiara loathed. It went both ways. Trent just wished she would accept the fact that he despised her. She seemed to act so surprised every time Trent attacked Hiroko. Trent never stopped Kiara from attacking Violet when she was making threats to kick her ass. Trent knew what Hiroko's game plan was. She was using Kiara to try to get at Trent. She knew that anytime Kiara defended Hiroko, which she always did because Trent was clearly in the wrong, Trent would get mad. It was her way of trying to get a rise out of Trent. He was smarter then that though. He knew better. Kiara could defend who ever she pleased. It made no difference to him because at the end of the day Kiara was still his best friend.
He watched now as Hiroko slowly made her way over for a drink. He knew well she had wanted water for awhile, but he rather see her suffer a little longer than offer her a glass. Today, he was in a fairly good mood which was the only reason he had not departed from the kitchen yet. He yawned as he propped himself up against the counter. "I haven't noticed." He said shortly. Hiroko never left this damn dorm. She was usually in her room, in some chat room, trying to manipulate people into opening up about there past. Trent had no idea what interested her so much in peoples pasts. He could care less about peoples parental issues. No ones seemed to compare to his anyway. He looked at her and watched a fake grin slide across her face. She was asking, of course, another question. One she already knew the answer too. He laughed a little. "What do you think?" She knew damn well what he thought of her. He was not going to play dumb.
Because Trent was so sure that Hiroko was not bothered by his comments sometimes Trent enjoyed insulting her. She never cared. Hiroko cared about nothing, in his opinion. Sometimes he flat out ignored her. He preferred it that way because usually he did not care enough about her to bother with her and her constant questions and attempts to get a rise out of him. She was familiar with the fact that Trent was a loose cannon and basically a mess. Everyone was familiar with this by now. There were days where Trent actually was in a all around good mood and speaking with Hiroko actually amused him some. Maybe that made Trent twisted but he loathed her so he saw it as acceptable.
Trent did not mind if Kiara wanted to be friends with Hiroko. Kiara was a sweet girl and always saw the good in people. He was not sure what she saw in Hiroko, but it did not bother him much. Trent was friends with Violet, who Kiara loathed. It went both ways. Trent just wished she would accept the fact that he despised her. She seemed to act so surprised every time Trent attacked Hiroko. Trent never stopped Kiara from attacking Violet when she was making threats to kick her ass. Trent knew what Hiroko's game plan was. She was using Kiara to try to get at Trent. She knew that anytime Kiara defended Hiroko, which she always did because Trent was clearly in the wrong, Trent would get mad. It was her way of trying to get a rise out of Trent. He was smarter then that though. He knew better. Kiara could defend who ever she pleased. It made no difference to him because at the end of the day Kiara was still his best friend.
He watched now as Hiroko slowly made her way over for a drink. He knew well she had wanted water for awhile, but he rather see her suffer a little longer than offer her a glass. Today, he was in a fairly good mood which was the only reason he had not departed from the kitchen yet. He yawned as he propped himself up against the counter. "I haven't noticed." He said shortly. Hiroko never left this damn dorm. She was usually in her room, in some chat room, trying to manipulate people into opening up about there past. Trent had no idea what interested her so much in peoples pasts. He could care less about peoples parental issues. No ones seemed to compare to his anyway. He looked at her and watched a fake grin slide across her face. She was asking, of course, another question. One she already knew the answer too. He laughed a little. "What do you think?" She knew damn well what he thought of her. He was not going to play dumb.
Jessie. Eighteen. Eastern.