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| Yesterday | Dec 14 2009, 08:20 PM Post #1 |
Fool on the Hill
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Finally, she was away. It had taken some time, but she had managed to make her way over here. It had been praised as one of the better schools in the area and for expensive as it was she hoped so, or she would have if she could muster the ability to do so. It had been all she could do to wander her way to a bus to get her. Her parents couldn't be bothered to do so as busy as they both were at work. It was the season that they would care to actually see her off, but she could do it herself. Even having suffered through the first winter wishing that she would die, she had mentally prepared herself for this one. She had waited for the time when her hair would lose it's color and so would she. Her face was pale and she felt the waning call of hibernation. All she felt like doing was sleeping and at times it was all she could do to continue onward. The bus ride had been serene and the light jostling of the bus had rocked her to sleep as she hide under layers of clothes to try and keep her warm and hopefully preserve the little energy that she did maintain. She hid herself carefully in the clothing. A hat nestled on her head, a scarf wrapped tightly around her, and her hair stuffed into her coat. She was ashamed of her colorless locks and hide them from the outside world. Her nap was cut short as her stop arrived and she was quickly escorted off the bus. They had been delicate about it, but she felt as if she had been hurried. Her amount of luggage was taking up space and her napping on the bus wrapped up like a winter mummy was making some of the other passengers uncomfortable. Sakura finally stood outside in the cold winter weather as the bus finally pulled away. She sighed looking at the amount of luggage she had managed to bring. She had never been very good at packing much of anything and now she was trying to juggle a backpack, two suitcases and a large duffle bag. Even with all the work of dragging all that excess baggage in her weak state, she was still rather cold. With a little trouble from the door, she finally managed to drag herself and the majority of her belongings into the administration building. She sighed happily that she had pulled off such a feat of will, patience, and strength (she had to hold the duffle bag with her teeth, but had managed quite swimmingly as soon as she was sure she could actually muster the dental fortitude without losing any of her teeth), as she eyed the administration building. It was warm, but she could do with it being a little warmer. What she couldn't do, however, was muster anymore strength to continue onward. A nice line of seats made itself very apparent, or at least she had managed to find them easily enough. With all the hustle and bustle around the office it didn't seem like she would have to hurry any. She would manage to get settled in for school later perhaps. Giving up she placed her luggage down and without thinking that someone could have easily rummaged through her things and stole all of her precious old American movies, she finally succumbed once again to the embrace of slumber. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 14 2009, 09:48 PM Post #2 |
It's not as fun as you might think...
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Two males, clad in the school uniform approached the administration building. One of them was tall and, despite his green haired mane, he looked japanese. The jacket of his uniform was missing, but the plain long sleeve's shirt seemed to do him better favor than the darker piece of cloth would do. His face was certainly always holding half a smile and he didn't seem like a hard person to deal with. The one in tow, a step behind the first, was shorter and despite how cute his face was, he looked like your average guy. It could be influenced by his latino roots, being shorter and all. It gave the stereotypical image of the tall leader and the shorter sidekick... If only they knew people said that to them behind their backs. Venser: "Are you sure this is how you say it?" Regi: "Stop questioning and repeat..." The green haired guy offered a questioned look to the other, while the latter simply sighed in disappointment. Regi: "What was it you wanted a translation for?" Venser: "Wait..." Regi: "Espera..." Venser: "Yes, I mean no. I mean... Stop the damn teaching, Reg. Look there..." With a vague motion of his chin, the first offered the second the lead to trail his eyes towards some kind of sleeping beauty. Reginaldo was the type to blush when seeing any girl, and this occasion it wasn't the exception. Venser, on the other hand, was not one to lose his time around particular classes when there was something he could do about the matter. Heavy looking bags, tired girl, administration office. It was not an uncommon image at AHS. Guys were not precisely the best reference of politeness. Girls were not around these particular areas. While Regi was already walking away, despite unable to run from Ven's closed hand on the collar of his shirt, the techie was not one to lose a chance like that one. He pushed the other closer to the pile of bags and the sleeping gal, inspecting the scenario and choosing what to do next. It wasn't long before he had come up with the next set of orders. Venser: "Here... Take this to Miss Salvatore in the second desk to the right of the third floor. Use the stairs. She'll treat you to something good if you do." Oh right. They had come to this place because Venser had been asked to take some papers to some woman... Regi cursed him, in spanish, knowing fully well that he wouldn't understand him yet. As the other one disappeared thru the revolving doors of the building, the latter would gather around the bags that seemed to have simply been thrown around by the bench the girl was occupying. Even if it didn't took him long enough, he'd keep at it till the girl would notice. |
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| Yesterday | Dec 14 2009, 11:00 PM Post #3 |
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Fool on the Hill
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Sleep; it came so easy, but it seemed so empty. No matter the hours that she managed to get she was still so tired. Even embracing the beck and call of dreamland, she never arrived. Her dreams were plagued with nothing but a siren song that constantly tried to lure into the farther depths of slumber. Down, further into an actual hibernation. It was what her body craved, but part of her remained vigilant to the constant calling of slumber. She stood on the precipice of sleeping away the entire winter and waking once more to contend with the hustle and bustle of everyday living. She yearned to sleep, but to be tempted to sleep forever was not as appealing as she hoped for and once again awoke. Her eyes fluttered open still masked in her warm clothes. The embrace of the winter clothing tried to soothe her back into the arms of her lost love. It happened every night, but she awoke constantly. Ten, fifteen minutes would pass and she would be thrust from her dream world back into a land flooded with darkness, but every time she would quickly fall once more into the dream only to be tempted once more with a peaceful reprieve. It was a constant battle every night and what made her so tired: staving off a long winter's nap. This time was only a tad different. Instead of waking to darkness, she awoke to light. This had happened before and wasn't the first time she had fallen asleep at school. Last year she couldn't even count the number of times on both hands that she had taken a quick nap during one of her classes. This time she was in a strange place with strange people watching her. She didn't know how long she had been out or how long this strange boy had been watching over her. There was a brief moment that she just eyed him cautiously, wondering intently what he was doing hovering over her. The obvious question (or anything of a cordial greeting or thank you for the boy that had, unbeknownst to her, been doing his best to actually help the poor, tired waif) was extremely far from her mind. “What's with the green hair,” she weakly muttered, dazed by the abrupt awakening and lack of sleep. It wasn't the most polite thing to say upon first meeting a person, but neither was the next. She would have gotten a tad more defensive if she could spare the energy. “Did you go through my things?” |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 14 2009, 11:28 PM Post #4 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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The voice of the girl finally came and while, it was not the greeting he had expected, it was indeed welcome. The boy rose his arms as if it had been the cops and not that girl that had caught him red handed on those bags. With a wary speed, he took a slow step backwards and spun just as said cops would expect one to do. Venser: "I swear I didn't go thru your stuff, Ma'am. And I can assure you I didn't see any of your panties and/or underwear. Not the fluffy orangish one, nor the ones with the teddy bear faces. And I can promise you I don't have any of them tucked in my rear pockets." Of course, he was joking. Venser had gone thru some girls already ever since his big break up and had tried all sorts of approaches with quite some interesting results so far. It didn't matter that he couldn't see much of the girl that was so bound in clothes anyone would mix her up for a pile of clothes rather than a person. But the techie was something else, he could even smell girls when they were close enough. Or so had pointed out the raven black haired boy that had left not long ago. From what he could pick up, this girl had some serious issues. But who didn't? Venser: "Honest." Offering that final word with his best smile on him, the hunk winked at the girl. It was some kind of ground testing. She was mean, but she had met them worst (not his ex, nor his best female friend were strawberry cupcakes) so was there anything wrong with just trying to push things a bit? |
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| Yesterday | Dec 15 2009, 12:22 AM Post #5 |
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Fool on the Hill
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As grievously as she had accused the poor boy for only doing what should have been extremely honorable and chivalrous, she didn't seem to regret her actions. His boorish humor was quickly lost on the poor girl. She couldn't see how he found it even slightly humorous. She knew for a fact she didn't have anything even in the color orange or with teddy bears on it. She was just too tired to deal with him and what she could only piece together was some kind of ill conceived pick up line. She was so unaccustomed to being hit on that this overbearing version was almost torture to listen to. Maybe even laughable. It seemed as if he was trying so hard to garner some kind of attention from her. Maybe at some other time, in some other season, she would have found him witty; even charming. Maybe she would have been putty in his very hands when he winked at her, that he even noticed her; she didn't know and to put it quite frankly: she didn't care. She was just too tired to care. Maybe it was just a bad time to make such a daring life change. Sakura glared at the boy; or at least she thought she had. It was hard to tell sometimes if she was actually doing what she was trying to do. She was in fact, but if he could even tell that she was through all her layers of clothes was another matter entirely. She would make it extremely apparent what she was trying to convey next. She stood up and quickly gathered her luggage with nary a word to him. It was the most lethal of all the attacks in her arsenal: the dreaded cold shoulder. It would be easier just to get him to leave her alone and trust his word that he had not rummaged through her dedicates or any of her possessions for that matter. She took up her backpack and placed it on her back. The duffle bag was next and she slung the bag over her shoulder. Trying her best to ignore any other distractions, sleep or otherwise, she took up both suitcases and hauled them behind her. She trudged blindly forward unknown where she was actually going, but having full faith that she could and would make it. Sadly, her body didn't agree. Perhaps it was the lethargy kicking in full gear or the weight of the bags that she was trying to haul around in vain or perhaps the encumbrance of her winter clothing, but she was soon halted. Abruptly and painfully she succumbed to the seduction of gravity and fell hard to ground. The suitcases clattered and banged as they both journeyed brashly toward the hard hallway floor. In her weakened state she wasn't sure if she could actually make it on her own or even get back up. All she knew was that she had ripped a hole in the knee of her favorite pair of pants. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 15 2009, 09:48 AM Post #6 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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Again, Venser couldn't actually hide the fact he knew he had not made quite the intended impression there. Maybe he had been too casual? Maybe he was not trying hard enough? It was his fault, that much was clear to him. With a little sigh of disappointment on himself, he watched the girl ignore him and move towards the luggage by his flank. The girl wibbled past him like if a bundle of clothes had taken a life on their own, gathered the bags he had arranged from lighter to heavier in order to make the ordeal of carrying them around an easier task for just about anyone, and tried to get away from the scene as fast as her feet allowed. It had to be pointed out that her speed was not one of the bests one would expect given the situation. With his face, he trailed the tumbling path the girl made trying to fight against the weight of the bags and also saw her utterly fail as her grip on the bigger ones dropped and soon she doubled over to kiss the ground. He wouldn't allow it, tho. Venser, despite being what people call a techie, was a very sporty fellow. He had quick movements that allowed to react to such situations and give him a way out of some other messier ones. But despite him straining himself, he couldn't save the whole of the girl. Her knees touched ground. Yet, the remainder of her hung from one of his arms tucking on her clothes, keeping the stranger millimeters away from actually touching the dirt of the paved path with her nose. Venser: "Umm... you OK?" It was all he could ask, and for some reason didn't let go of the girl or even got her to her feet. |
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| Yesterday | Dec 15 2009, 02:04 PM Post #7 |
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It was rather surprising. As much as she huffed and puffed and blew him off, doing as much as she possibly could to ram him with the coldest shoulder that she could muster, he was still playing the good guy. Mr. Chivalrous was still playing the good guy and had even went to such extremes to save her from falling; almost. She had fallen, that was obvious, but he had managed to keep her from getting anymore injured than a simple bandage could take care of, not that it would actually come to that. The only casualty here were her favorite pair of pants. She would quickly get over it as soon as she stop being so rather embarrassed. The one good thing that had come out of the fall was the small surge of adrenaline that her body had managed to produce. It perked her up ever so slightly. “Thank you,” she mustered weakly. She leaned backward to sit on her legs and contemplate her shortcomings. Drawing a deep breathe she surveyed the crash sight, but was unable to collect herself. She tried to rub away the pain in her legs, but it didn't seem to be working as well as she would have liked. “My legs hurt, but I'm just so tired and weak. I'm always so tired,” she stated aloud. She seemed to be admitting it to herself and the world as a whole more than to the lad that had helped her. There was little that she could do at this very moment. Her limbs felt like jelly. Even if they were worthless, lifeless appendages, her legs still brought her pain. She tried to calm down and forget about her pain. It had always seemed to work for her. Whenever she got a headache she could focus it away, she didn't know why it worked, but whenever she smelt that sweet flowery smell in the air she always felt better. It didn't take long, but the sweet smell filled the air and slowly took her pain away. She felt better, still tired and weak, but now her pain was gone. It would have gone away on it's own, but she had panicked and was too tired to wait for it to go away naturally. Even now she felt more at ease, even enough so to ask for help. “I'm sorry for being so testy with you. Winter has just has a way of bringing me down lately, I don't know what it is,” she said sheepishly, but it was even more difficult what she did next. “Would you mind helping me? I'm new to this school. I hope it's worth the money.” |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 16 2009, 09:19 AM Post #8 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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It was quite a sight seeing the bunch of clothes and girl on the floor. She was unlike any girl he had tried to pick up so far, but nonetheless she was interesting enough. When she said out loud her state, Venser couldn't hold back some mild chuckles. With a reasuring nod, he convinced her that it was ok to say such things. Leaning forward he offered a comment on it before offering one of his manly hands. Venser: "I bet that felt better than you'd think." The girl didn't take the hand immediately. She was in pain, and the boy surely regretted not having any sort of healing power to make amends for his deeds from a few minutes ago. Again he found himself thinking on how his party lacked a medic of sorts, any kind would do... and again was his mind drifting in the memories of his ex's party... The sweet aroma that had suddenly filled the air brought him back from said memories. The scent that wafted in his nostrils reminded him of... something really nice. A mild headache he had been keeping at bay, probably result from walking around too much, seemed to fade slowly until it was completely gone. His eyes fell on the new girl in front of him. Had she been the reason of that? Her face also showed the relief of her pained leg not being that much of a bother as well. “I'm sorry for being so testy with you. Winter has just has a way of bringing me down lately, I don't know what it is... Would you mind helping me? I'm new to this school. I hope it's worth the money.” Venser: "Believe me... it is." He snatches one of her hands with a swift snatching motion and helped the girl back to her feet, gently. Venser: "And I don't mind helping you. Just wait a bit, ok? I'll get my buddy to help us as well. You seem to have too much luggage... but not as much as I've heard newcomers bring." After a little pause, looking what else to talk about, the boy looked to the open sky. A lock of his messy green mane had ran loose of its place and stood in his line of sight. That gave him the answer he was looking for. Venser: "Is it... that bad to have green hair? It's a hereditary thing, so there's not much I can do about it. Nonetheless, I think it suits me damn well. Don't you agree?" |
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| Yesterday | Dec 16 2009, 02:18 PM Post #9 |
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Fool on the Hill
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Again she thanked him for helping her as he wrenched her up from the floor. If this kept up it was going to become a bad habit that she wasn't all that used to. At least the words thank you were in her vocabulary. It was quite apparent to her that her parent's hadn't really placed them there. The boy had been awfully helpful despite appearances, but perhaps that was better than the opposite. The last thing she really needed right now was someone that appeared helpful, but was anything but. She really didn't want to admit that she couldn't do it herself, but it was becoming vividly clear that that was in fact the case. She had managed very well to this point, but it was time to throw in the towel. Wandering aimlessly trying to get settled in looking like a pack mule didn't really seem like the best way to go about things. “Yes, we can wait. I'm not in a hurry,” she admitted. “There really isn't any where I have to be, but I'm glad to hear that the school is worth the price. It seemed so expensive and I've never heard of it; not that any of that really matters.” She watched as he looked skyward. An awkward silence had fallen over the two of them as they waited. They were both seemingly missing the big elephant in the room; neither of them had actually introduced themselves. It seemed as each of them adored the slight anonymity they got by not actually knowing the other. Sure it was the polite thing to do, but it had just slipped her mind; much like she had. As soon as she realized her mistake she was going to try and correct the oversight, but he was finally answering her very first question. Green hair really didn't seem like the kind of thing that was hereditary. That would mean that someone else in his family also had green hair; at least she thought it did. She had green hair as well, twice in fact, but it was far from hereditary. She was the only person that she had ever seen that had something of a natural head of oddly colored hair. “Yes,” she responded without thinking. It really did actually suit him, but she didn't want to make it seem so abrupt as if she had been thinking that all along. The words had already escaped her lips and there wasn't any real time to take them back. If she could she would have grabbed it before it had even had a chance to form, but it was far too late for even thinking such things, it was probably to late to even save her from regretting it further. “Err,” she stammered out trying not to make it apparent that she regretted saying it. “It's just I've never seen anybody else with green hair. I thought I was the only freak out there. My hair kind of changes color on it's own. It was green this summer, but now...” She removed her hat to reveal a rather matted down mane of silver hair. Sakura had tried so hard to hide it from everyone, but hadn't really thought about someone else out there with a hair color different from the norm. It was almost reassuring to find someone that she could relate with; unless of course he was lying, which could have been a possibility, but not one she actively considered. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 16 2009, 04:59 PM Post #10 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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Venser: "Oh, I see..." Hearing her say such words puzzled the boy a little, thing that clearly reflected on the emerald orbs he had for eyes. The look he gave the shorter girl would easily be taken for a 'are you for real?' if not just for the actual lack of words. To him, it seemed as if the girl had been living on a different world from him up to just now, which wasn't all that entirely far from the truth. The word 'freak' made him flinch... It had been ages since he had last heard anything similar to that term. When the girl revealed her long platinum locks to the techie, Venser noticed the look on her eyes. It was that of asking for sympathy. She had never met someone like her. And he didn't mean people with silver hair, he meant other metas. Not everyone that had a different and unique tone of hair was a meta, mind you, but the fact that it changed with the seasonal shift was clear factor of it. The boy brought a finger to his lips, deep in thinking for a few seconds. It wasn't the first time he met a brand new student, the kind that end up in AHS by those odd slights of destiny. Man, he knew about that first hand. The green haired hunk had been born in a small fishing town that had never heard of such a thing as a meta until his sister developed her powers. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that she had come to this place after all... but only one thing lingered in his mind. How would she take it if she saw other students using their powers? Noticing he had been quite for too long after she revealing such a thing to him and that his silence would be misinterpreted, the handsome guy smiled a little guiltily. Venser: "Oh sorry, wandered off for a bit there. Hmm. You don't need to call yourself a freak. Freak's don't have such a long and beautiful hair as that. Believe me when I tell you, I've seen freaks and none of them are cute young women... that I can assure you..." |
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| Yesterday | Dec 16 2009, 06:55 PM Post #11 |
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A sigh of relief escaped her as he apologize. She had been left waiting with nothing but bated breathe to keep her company. Never had she told anyone that this was her actual hair color. No one would probably believe her if she had, thus the lie about dying it. It was hard to live with it, knowing that everyday she was living a lie just to try and fit in. Even then it didn't work as well as she would have hoped. Longing for someone to just tell her it was okay to be just a little different. She had even once considered cutting it off. Watching as it all fell to the ground in long multi-colored strands like petals falling off a flower. Vivid dreams of it filled some of her more sleepless nights, but none that actually drove her to even dare put scissor to her once beloved hair. Actually dying it had proved, less than worth the time and heartache she had spent actually performing the task. It had retained it's once black hue for no more than a night, when it found itself once again back to it's previous pigment. She was devastated and almost broke down thinking she had solved her problem once and for all. Now, for the first time she could remember, her was a handsome young man complimenting her hair; the thing she loathed the most about herself. Even if it was a little transparent compliment, she loved and embraced it. She would probably nurture it always and it showed on her face. It was probably the first time a man had ever gotten her to blush and it was embarrassing. She couldn't even think of how to react. He had seemed so odd before, but now he was really laying the charm on thick. Luckily for her he probably wouldn't even notice as she hide her face under her scarf. Sadly, however, she looked away breaking eye contact. A harder tell would be harder to find. “Are you going to call your friend to come help,” she sheepishly asked trying to drive the conversation in a new direction. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 17 2009, 09:48 AM Post #12 |
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Seeing the girl shrink in her clothes with the little shade of pink crawling up her cheeks and looking elsewhere made the green haired techie chuckle. She was so damn cute. Cute was a word Venser didn't use much, despite him being usually accompanied by females here and there. As expected of the sporty type, his top choice on girls wasn't precisely cute but more of those around the lines of hot. But that didn't mean cute was a bad thing in his books, hell no. Right now, cute, was pretty good actually. Another small chuckle echoed behind the hand partially meant to keep it from being too obvious he had noticed her reaction. Little after their eyes parted each others, the girl's muffled voice echoed behind the folds of the scarf she had chosen as her hiding place. A little distracted with the cute display and a bit too used to using his powers carelessly around, Venser nodded reassuringly. Venser: "I did a little ago." Probably he had done it around the time of the extended silence right before the compliment. He had meant to use Regi as an excuse to change the subject as well. But, timing was not one of the latino's strengths. Venser: "He replied saying he's already on his way." It was easy to notice he had not pulled his cellphone out, and his laptop was still tucked in the bag he had slung over one shoulder. As if noticing a bit too late he had revealed his nature to the girl in front of him, despite having already decided to slowly expose the girl to the truth of the school, the green haired handsome turned towards the garden patches on the paved path's both flanks. It was his turn to think of something else to divert the conversation to... but he couldn't get anything quick enough. |
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| Yesterday | Dec 17 2009, 05:00 PM Post #13 |
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“He did,” she asked curiously. She hadn't seen him do anything that looked like he had contacted anyone. There wasn't a phone that she had seen and it hadn't sounded like he had called anyone from anything like a headset. It seemed a little difficult to text anyone from his pocket, nor had she noticed him doing something of the sort. Why he would bother hiding it was something else completely. Usually she didn't like to pry, but she couldn't help but stare at him curiously as he turned away as if he was trying to hide something from her. She wanted to know what kind of game he was trying to play. “He didn't even call you and I didn't even see you use a phone,” she stated inquisitively, not really thinking the entire thought through. She was becoming rather suspicious of what was going on here. The doubt was starting to flood back to her. Maybe she had gotten just a little too friendly with this boy just a little quickly. “What's this all about?” (OOC: Not the happiest with this, but I'm blanking on this one. I just want to keep the ball rolling. Betrayal!) |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 18 2009, 12:06 AM Post #14 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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The girl's defenses had gone up as quickly as they had been lowered. Maybe he was on the wrong while calling this new girl 'cute'. Mistrust was good till some point, a self defense mechanism. It was his fault, her sudden change in demeanor was thanks to his lack of attention on his words and actions. A single simple thing as using his powers to send a text message had caused her sudden shift. How could he explain it so that he could get out of this quickly enough without actually losing what little had their encounter already started? Venser: "... eh... ummh..." His stuttering only could make things worse, he knew it, but there was nothing in his mind. For some reason, it had gone blank. It was odd to find the handsome guy in such a situation. It never crossed his mind that it was the girl's sweet scent that had taken his mind up to such a state that he could no longer think deeply on stuff. Taking a finger to his temple, Venser tried focusing on the girl's eyes despite they being already partially hidden behind the fortress of her scarf. He gulped loudly. Venser: "I'm... I swear I'm not doing anything... I mean... I am!... no wait... I'm not! I am not trying to do anything!" For whatever be the reason, he started laughing on his own for a little. If it weren't cause of Regi's call on the far edge of the paved walk, the green haired teen wouldn't have likely stopped. The shorter boy arrived in a hurry and once close enough doubled over to catch his breath while resting his hands on his knees. Regi: "I came as fast as I could. What was the matter?" With the still chuckling teen on his flank and the girl on the other, Reginaldo blinked a couple of times, before his cheeks turned as red as humanly possible... before taking a step backwards, then two more. When the distance was prudent enough, he spared a second glance at the girl and then quickly broke the eye contact. Regi: "So... what's wrong with him?" His words were addressed to the girl, despite his eyes rested on a distance bench on the same pathway. |
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| Yesterday | Dec 18 2009, 12:42 AM Post #15 |
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Fool on the Hill
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It seemed like he was up to something, or maybe he really wasn't, it was quickly becoming difficult to tell with his incoherent rambling. What was easy to piece together was how he was making himself look like the fool; fumbling his suave playboy at the drop of a hat really was anything but the essence of word suave. It all seemed to be pointing to one thing: deceit. Not that she could prove any of the wild conjecture that was currently filtering through her mind. “You are up to something,” Sakura accused pointing at him as best she could through a heavy duty winter mitten. They made her look somewhat childish, but her mother had gotten them especially for her. It was a kind of sweet gesture and as much as she despised their neglectful ways she couldn't help but love her parents in all their oblivious acts of delusion. Maybe delusions were somewhat hereditary, but just as she had accused the boy of being up to God knows what, he was saved. Down the path came running a shorter boy. Under normal circumstances, she would have taken a slight notice of someone running by in such a hurry. It was just a tad out of the ordinary, but so was this entire day and it was just making her more exhausted all the while. It seemed he had actually contacted somebody and this took her by surprise. Perhaps she had just missed it, despite not having seen him doing anything of the sort. Proof, however, was there in front of her out of breath. She felt rather bad for having doubted him, but if his friend had not appeared out of nowhere she never would have thought anything like this was possible. It had to be some kind of high tech device that she didn't know about. One of those headsets you put in your ear or something or some kind of mind-link text device. Those could probably exist. It was the only logical, crazy, but logical to her, explanation that she could wrap her head around. She felt bad and not the normal winter blues she was trying to accommodate. A sheepish guilt had crept up on her, but would swiftly be replaced. Sadness and indignation always got front seat. Of course they wouldn't have if she had noticed the slight fear in the new arrival. The new boy's blushing was a lot more subtle than the few steps back he had taken. That was the last straw. No more would she put up with the game and be the butt of some elaborate joke. She had actually been naïve enough to believe that his hair was green just like her and that she wasn't some kind of freak. Now, he was laughing and his buddy had come to 'help'. Not help her, of course, but help themselves to a good laugh. She couldn't take it anymore. “He's a liar,” she spat retrieving her hat. She thrust it back onto her head and turned around so they wouldn't see her cry. Tears blurred her vision as she tried to retrieve her belongings from the ground. |
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| katzkat1083 | Dec 18 2009, 08:52 AM Post #16 |
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It's not as fun as you might think...
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In the few weeks he had known the boy called Venser, the black haired gamer had learned a lot about him. Mainly because the guy never seemed to be pleased with silence. Thanks to that time and somewhat forced chat, he had become aware of a couple of things that certainly described the techie nicely. First, the guy knew his handle on powers. Second, he might not always be honest, but he never meant any harm to others. His ways are usually misinterpreted or misunderstood, but that didn't mean he had such intentions. Still, the girl didn't precisely explained him what was going on. Ande despite how unwilling he was about asking any further, he had to. He might have been a bit too shy with girls around, specially with girls around his age, but he wasn't the type to hear a girl slowly sob and not do something about it. His voice was still a bit too loud, to overcome the fact he was not watching her directly. Not seeing the girl directly helped him calm a bit down and slowly regain his breath. Regi: "What did he do now?" He coughed a couple of times. Regi: "He's not bad of a guy, you know, maybe he's... dunno... a bit nervous?" The question was nervous about what? Guys like Venser were not precisely all jittery around girls, unlike him, reason why he took a couple of steps backwards as he arrived. It was then that he noticed the little bundle of over sized clothes picking up what was scattered about, her luggage. In his little panicky arrival he had forgotten the older teen had indeed mentioned something about that. He rose a nervous hand towards her, it was supposed to signal her to stop at it. But, the shaking made it hard to tell what his message with that hand was. Regi: "Oh... hmm... Let me... help you with those..." Defending his friend was one thing. Addressing the cute girl directly was a completely different one. Regi: "I'll.. I can carry those for you.." Meanwhile, Venser was finally regaining his senses. In his mild laughter, he had walked away from the immediate area. Taking in some fresh air had helped his mind clear along with his nostrils. He made a quick note, to step aside if this was to happen once more. What a terrible impression that must have left. Had that had anything to do with the little pleasant sensation from when the silver haired girl fell? If only she was more aware of her true nature, Venser would have a way easier time. |
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| Yesterday | Dec 18 2009, 01:04 PM Post #17 |
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Fool on the Hill
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It was like she was listening to a broken record. What did he do now, what did he do now? He'd have been better off as a parrot. At least maybe then he could ask her for a cracker as well, instead of just constantly asking her what the green haired boy had done to her. If the new boy wasn't going to get a straightforward answer from his friend, he wasn't certainly going to get one from her. She tried to leave as best she could, but her arms cried out for a reprieve. As much as she wanted to take her things and leave she just couldn't find the strength to pull them along the beaten path to some kind of safe place. It was almost too much to bear for at this moment. She had hoped that maybe this place would be different and that she would be able to fit in somewhere else a little better than she had before. “Nervous? What's he got to be nervous about? He's not the freak trying to fit into a new school,” she lightly sobbed still trying to hold back the waterworks to the best of her ability, but it felt like such a fruitless endeavor. It was almost impossible to stop a dam once it had broken open. Sakura closed her eyes tight and let out a deep breath and tried once more to leave this dreadful scene. Patching up the cracks in the dam, she went back to work trying to collect her things, but it was quickly becoming evident that her arms and legs weren't just up to snuff. Too much was going on and it was much to cold, at least for her and her poor extremities. What she wanted was to be as far from her as possible in a warm bed, with a nice warm cocoa, and a good old black and white movie. Maybe it was the point of breaking that finally made her notice what was wrong with this situation. The boy had been stammering the entire time, but it didn't feel like he was generally scared of her, just nervous. She had blinded by her own demons that she hadn't clearly thought it out, but upon seeing the boy's shaky helpful hand offering her help with her bags it became almost as white as snow. “Just, put them,” she stammered out stopping in mid sentence. She had wanted him to leave them alone, but it was going to be impossible her to carry them by herself. She'd have to rely on the kindness of strangers this time, or at least one of them. The other one had made him self somewhat scarce. “Thank you.” “You two weren't trying to prank me at all, were you,” she asked the obvious question, but unlike the green haired boy, this one seemed a tad more straightforward and perhaps would come clean with the whole ordeal. It seemed like he didn't really want to be doing this all, but had been dragged into it by pure chance of being an acquaintance, which didn't make for a good accomplice. “He was rather nice before and then he just went crazy. I thought he was making fun of me, but it's really sweet of you to help me.” |
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