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Bumblebee Tuna
Fri Oct 8, 2010 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 brothers usually lead the conversation, and the most Torn was expected to say were yes or no answers, or a brief explanation of what his day had ensued. He usually had very little to say. He woke up, met his tutor in the dining room where they would spend hours discussing the history of magic, the basics of math, and all the riveting details of business. His father didn’t expect Torn to grow up to inherit his business—either John or Preston would take that over—but coming from the Winston family, apparently people demanded a business savvy individual.

The fact that Slate was looking at him with great earnest left Torn feeling a little awkward. Apparently, he was expected to say something else beyond the statement of his house. The girl beside him seemed to be pretending she wasn’t sitting at a table with two boys with peculiar names, so Torn left her alone and said to Slate, “What house are you in?” Maybe they were in the same house, so at least he'd know someone. Torn just hoped the kid liked to talk about himself much more than Torn liked to talk about himself.

  • Devious cop, Mean as Hell copSlate and Sloane, Fri Oct 8 10:21am
    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... more
    • Bumblebee Tuna — Torn, Fri Oct 8 1:09pm
      • 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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