Just Another Day (Open)

[robbie]

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Deciding that he wanted to get out for a bit, Robbie made his way through the museum, showing interest in everything he laid his blue eyes, green in some lights, upon. He had never been out of Oklahoma in his life, let alone a different country. Everything in this museum left him in awe. Well, everything aside from the war tributes that were at every museum he‘d ever been to. Even getting out of the country couldn‘t shield his eyes from the horrors of past battle. Couldn‘t people find a more peaceful way to go about things? And why would anyone want to remember such a thing in the first place? It was just such a confusing concept for him to grasp.

Pulling his knitted brown hair over his mass of messy brunette hair, Robbie continued to walk. There was so much else he could look at, and dwelling on something like that wasn’t worth another moment of his time.

Next, Robbie entered an exibit that he could tell he wouldn’t mind right away. It was one on animal history and what can be done to save them in the future so the past things that whipped out some species couldn’t claim more. Smiling, Robbie sat on a bench near by and started digging through the brown paper bag he had brought filled with his vegetarian lunch. Pulling out a red apple, Robbie bit into it. The apple was so juicy that the taste exploded in his mouth.

[Rorianna Evelyn Quinn]

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Rorianna Quinn was officially freaking out. Getting chased down by jealous X-boyfriends was not the way she chose to spend most of her days, of course, most day jealous x-boyfriends don't see the tattoo she got not a year ago. She had been in the school's pool, and wearing her bikini. The boy caught sight of Sam's name tattood in her thigh. She never really regretted the decision of getting his name tatted on her, but she did regret letting people, particularly jealous X's, see it.

As she ran down the streets of building after building, even after four years of attending she still had problems reading in french. She managed to fly back to her dorm to change, but he had been waiting for her there. She ended up climbing out her window, she loved the rose fence that happened to grow outside of her window. The chains on today's choice of jeans chinked loudly as she ran. She could only hope that today the metal hanging from her pants would not trip her up. Luckily she wore her flatter boots today, meaning she would not have trouble running because of the stillettos on her feet.

Eventually, she found herself at the museum. She spent a lot of time here, as well as the art museum, just drawing things like sculptures or scenes in the museum, for practice or out of boredom. She had yearly passes to both museums, and she had her Student I.D. and the pass ready for the teller as she jogged into the museum. She barely waited for the woman's head to nod in approval and hand her the stupid little wristband that signified her allowance into the place before she continued in.

The boy would never assume her to be in a museum right? If he did, she knew where to go to get away from him. She sprinted into the animals exhibit. Everyone knew that one thing Rori abhorred doing was drawing animals. She was never very good at it, and she didn't see any rhyme or reason for her to want to.

Then, there was someone else. She didn't know him well but she thought she might have had at least one class with him because she remembered his name. Robbie Jackson. She slowed her run to sit with him, maybe if she was with another person if her X found her he wouldn't make a scene. "Hi I'm Rorianna, sorry about the abruptness of this but if anyone asks we're friends." She said quickle, out of breath.

[robbie]

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Okay, now getting a random girl coming up and walking right over to him was a little strange in Robbie’s mind. And it was very, very hard to find things he found strange. He scanned her down, not really checking her out, but just to take in her obviously rebel like appearance. Knowing that Robbie couldn’t resist any chance to be friendly to another being, he simple gave her one of his brightest smiles.

“Nice to meet cha! I’m Robbie! And alright,” Robbie responded, a little absent mindedly.

Robbie extended a hand, expecting her to shake it. He wondered if his skin was still soft from the lotion he had just bought. It wasn’t that he was into girlie lotions or anything like that, he had just bought some because it came from a little girl who was selling it to support protects that aren’t tested on animals. How could he resist that kind of temptations? After all, those are the things that mattered in life. Still, soft hands might make her think some odd things of him. She looked a little judgmental.

Reaching in his paper bag, Robbie pulled out another apple and attempted to hand it to the female.

“Want one? They taste super amazing!”

[Rorianna Evelyn Quinn]

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"Sorry about this, it's just one of my X-boyfriends is pissed. I had to climb out of my dorm just to get away from him!" She said sighing. "I figured he wouldn't expect me to be in the museum, much less and animal exhibit. So I thought I had a plan." Rorianna said, taking the boy's hand and shaking it swiftly. She thought that he should be a little bit filled in about the situation if the boy was so willing to cover up for her. She marveled at the trust some people have in this world. She learned early on that some people aren't worth trusting, no matter who they are. That "family" wasn't necessarily trustworthy.

"Thank you very much." She told him, and meant it to her very soul. She never really liked apples, but she learned early on not to be picky. Even though she was in a more stable environment now, she couldn't break the habits she learned as a young child. She never left a speck of food on her plate, no matter what, and she used everything she had until it was completely destroyed. When she was little in school she would save her food, and when she wouldn't finish it all her teachers gave her the "starving kids in Africa" speach, even though she was just saving it for her brother. She always hated the tone they used, as if she was so much better off than them. People felt pity for kids in other countries, yet they never saw the people who were starving in their own cities. Never gave the bums in America a second glance because they were 'all druggies or drunks', no one saw the fact that most were put into that position. She never turned down food when it was offered and she always thanked people greatfully, though she got out of the habit of saving everything for her brother. He was old enough to fend for himself now, besides it wasn't like they needed to anymore.

She took a bite from her apple, she had to admit it was one of the better ones she has eaten in her life. Of course the worst one had probably been in a dumpster for a few more days than healthy but that's really against the point.