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Slate and Sloane
Devious cop, Mean as Hell cop
Fri Oct 8, 2010 10:21am
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It was so unfair that no one ever fell for Slate's trick. He tried to shrug like it didn't matter, but really, he was kinda peeved. Nothing cool ever happened here, except for last year with the knives, and he had missed that because he thought it was going to be a girl party!

"Cool," Slate grinned. Another awesome name. He liked this kid, even though he didn't seem that fun. At least he had a cool name.

Sometimes Slate thought he should be more like this kid, more serious and dark and badass. He could totally do that, like the hero in an action movie. His grandmother called him a clown, but he wanted to be the star. Suddenly he felt anxious for Torn to like him.

Sloane glanced back over her shoulder at Torn when he said he was in Rakin. She didn't introduce herself, but tried to glance over him quickly and see if she could make a quick inventory. He was proud to be in Rakin, and humorless to boot, it seemed. Suddenly Damon Clay seemed infinitely better a choice than this kid. Sloane had a cousin who had refused to marry a boy because she thought he was ugly, and then her parents had engaged her to someone five years younger than she was. Sloane didn't care if someone was ugly or not. She had tried thinking over the summer about what kind of person she really wanted, but what she came up with in the end was that, preferably, she wanted someone who wasn't much stupider than she was. Someone clever, someone she could play games with when they got bored. There was no point in playing an elaborate trick on someone if they couldn't fully appreciate just how intricate it was. Thus, the girl who wanted to slide under the radar and take credit for nothing at school, was a little surprised to find she wanted appreciation from a spouse. But she did not know Damon at all.

  • Talkative vs. silent. Yup!Torn, Thu Oct 7 9:19pm
    Torn gave Slate a long, hard glance, suddenly wishing he paid more attention to what had been going on around him. Everyone seemed to have food on their plates, even Slate, and it looked like normal... more
    • Devious cop, Mean as Hell cop — Slate and Sloane, Fri Oct 8 10:21am
      • Bumblebee TunaTorn, Fri Oct 8 1:09pm
        Torn wasn’t used to talking all that much. Around the family table—yes, for a family with low morals and ethical behavior, his parents always insisted on a family meal at least once a week—his older... more
        • Short on post titles?Sloane and Slate, Fri Oct 8 7:51pm
          Sloane was listening to the conversation intently, as well as the one going on to her other side. She was trying to also listen to the one behind her - at another table - but someone there kept... more
          • Just interesting onesTorn, Fri Oct 8 9:43pm
            Slate was off on a tangent about the teachers. Torn wondered briefly just what year he was in—along with the girl beside him. It was a little unnerving with her sitting beside him, doing nothing but... more
            • Exercise those creative musclesEmma Westbrook, Fri Oct 8 10:36pm
              Emma spent the summer listening to her father bitch her mother out for wearing the wrong color blue at a party they had hosted in a summer house down in Cancun. Aside from that colorful assortment of ... more
              • They're right below your thigh musclesSloane and Slate, Fri Oct 8 10:49pm
                Slate stared wide-eyed at Sloane to hear the answer to Torn's question. He wanted to know, too. He only sort of knew who she was, from seeing her around. She was in his year but she was one of those... more
                • I'm outta shapeTorn, Fri Oct 8 11:32pm
                  Sloane was pretty, Torn decided. He was absently tearing his bread apart, placing the bits in rows on his plate. He kept stealing glances at her out of the corner of his eye; the fact that she was in ... more
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