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Post by reynolds on Oct 9, 2008 3:44:41 GMT 1
The Start of Chapter One
彼女の開始 (Her Beginning) [/u][/center] It was quiet; in a place where the winds' whispers were heard, a place empty of students and teachers, this was where she felt at home; her special place. Back in Japan, she always spent her lunch breaks on the roof. The peace and quiet she obtained was a treasure she couldn't squander, nor was it a place she took for granted. The solitude and momentary reflection on her past actions or memories was too precious to give up easily. Not to mention it made it easier for her to study, read, or practice her violin, though she wasn't too fond of listening to herself play; she had the skills and knowledge to do so, but whether she was any good was a different matter. Sitting in the corner, furthest away from the entrance, she ate a boxed lunch in hand as she quietly read a computer magazine given to her by Christie Naoto, a room mate whom Michelle personally chose. She wasn't too fond of her due to her unusual hobbies and habits; her liking of computers and on-line games - a hobby she didn't reciprocate, but accepted soon enough - nor her habit of acting out certain scenes from movies or plays she had seen or read out of nowhere, were just a few she didn't quite enjoy. However, she dealt with it, ignoring her whenever it was possible. Despite that, a noteworthy fact she realized was that her Japanese skills were unusually good for someone who never entered Japan, and her mastery of English was beyond her own, allowing her to practice speaking English on a conversational basis. Never once had a teacher or a student looked at her blankly and force her to repeat what she said; in this light, the benefits certainly outweighed her shortcomings. Though, there was one thing about Christie she certainly didn't want to deal with: The fact that she made it her top priority to find her, talk to her, randomly bring up a topic she didn't care, and then watch her as if she was some kind of television set, save for the electricity or the actual machine. She couldn't careless if she just did something on her own, but the last part did creep her out. When she finished eating, she tossed her chopsticks inside and placed it to the side, along with the magazine she skimmed through. She glanced at her watch, noting she still had roughly half-an-hour left before class started again; an honors math class Michelle insisted she take. She didn't understand why, but she accepted it since it was easy. "There you are! What are you doing all the way up here?" It was an unmistakable voice, a screechy tone that reminded her of a violin whose strings were tuned just a few steps down and were all played mercilessly; the one that belonged to her room mate. She sighed as she turned to her, finding her moment of silence and reflection shattered by the small presence of a skinny, black haired girl with glasses. <"What do you want?"><"You're rather rude, aren't you? But, I guess this is who you are. Can't complain about that."> Christie remarked as she sat next to her, <"But I never imagined I'd find you here. Don't you know that fights break out here? It really isn't that safe~"> <"Your point being?">Christie sighed, <"Never mind..."> But that wasn't quite accurate. She fully understood the implications of staying on the rooftop, especially after hearing rumors of fights breaking out from time-to-time. They didn't seem to be frequent as she hadn't encountered one yet, but as Ms. Robinson told her before, it was better to find a place filled with people than one devoid of any. However, she didn't care; something as insignificant as a fight didn't mean anything to her. If she happened to encounter one, then she would deal with it. Simple as that. However, when she stood up, tossed her garbage into a awkwardly placed bin nearby, she heard the rooftop entrance open again, a loud creak she couldn't mistake. She glanced at Christie who had the same puzzled look, suggesting she didn't quite know what to expect. Then again, outside of her interests and varied hobbies, she didn't know much of anything. Curiously annoyed, she turned around, turning her eyes to the visitor who just arrived... ||OOC: For anyone who isn't sure, here's the dialog legend: <"..."> = Japanese. "..." = English.||
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Post by Bix on Oct 9, 2008 23:23:53 GMT 1
Enter Bix Mysterious Visitor The roof. A place high above the rest. A spot for many. Fights broke out there. Peace was hardly ever reached. High above the crowds and the miniscule fights, the ones that deemed themself above the rest. Came here. Settling their fights. Creating more disputes. The place of business. And yet, it was so popular. Blood stains. On the earthen tiles. Rain and sun. Washed and bleached it, each time that it fell. But never would it ever be completely gone. Forever the roof would be stained. Forever, it would hold the memories of the violence that had taken place. As a witch. Bix was quite interested in the powers on the roof. All the blood. The violence. The hatred. Disgusting as it was. it was a powerful catalyst for what she needed. For what she wanted. For who she was. The Witch walked. Her steps pounding up on the steps. The seven metal rings around the left boot rung softly with each step. Seven was her number. It was the one she deemed proper. The one with the most powers. Her boots. leather. Moved up from her feet stopping just at the knee. Lime green leggings. Simple dress. Like a black waitress garb from the fifties. Covered in zippers. Checkers. Black in color. Red accents. Blue hair. Ponytail. Nothing special. Blue bangs hung over her forehead, slightly obscuring her blue eyes. Pale skin. Umbrella over her arm. Bag on her shoulder. School girl. But none so normal as any others. At the top. Cold metal in her hand. Pulling on the lever, a little pull. The door came open. Sunlight, bright and interfering blast down. Foof. The umbrella was out. Button pressed. With a sound effect. It opened, protecting the pale from the sun. The crunch. Her boots making work of the tiles on the roof. With a loud sound. The door closed behind her. Two girls. Watching the door. As if to be afraid. Perhaps they should have been. They had probably never met a real witch before. The witch grinned from beneath the black lace umbrella that she held in a black glove covered hand. "Noontide, to you." A bow. Simple enough, no grand gesture. Bix did it to throw people off, and because for her, it was just a quirk. A grin stayed upon her lips. Watching the two. Were they fighting. They seemed annoyed. Perhaps her presence was unwanted. Even better, were that such the case.
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Post by reynolds on Oct 10, 2008 1:40:39 GMT 1
Surprising was the word that characterized her expression; the annoyance of time before left her within a matter of moments. Maybe it was the strange clothing, the umbrella against the sunlight, or the oddly formal bow she gave upon greeting her. Whoever she was, it was clear she wasn't like any of the normal students she had met in recent days.
Or anyone like her, perhaps.
She wasn't sure how to respond as she wasn't familiar with what she actually meant, but it was a greeting, more or less; formal like the students in her homeland were, but they were afraid of her possible abuse of authority or her unusually silent and calm demeanor. She was different, carrying a strange air around herself capable of keeping people away. She hadn't met anyone like her frankly, save for those in Akihabara, but to be normally dressed like that meant she either had a unique taste for clothes, or maybe she was "different" in a very "special" way.
Before she spoke, she felt a tug against her arm, urging her to face her roommate, but she resisted, unwilling to break eye contact with the visitor. For someone as strange as this girl, until she was certain why she was here, averting her gaze away was the one thing she would not do.
<"Hey...Maybe we should get out of here. I really don't like her. She's just plain creepy."> Christie whispered, her voice unusually soft for someone as loud as her.
<"You can go if you want."> She whispered back.
<"...you have to got be kidding me...">
She released herself forcefully from Christie's pull, and looked at the girl, her eyes now with a touch of hostility, but with a shred of apathy mixed within. She thought about the word, "Noontide", breaking it down, as she was taught, into separate words, eventually concluding it to be a reference to the afternoon, or something like it. It certainly was a greeting, complex in form, but a respectful one to be sure. She wasn't sure how advanced the girl's English was, but if she was uncertain, Christie would be able to translate for her. If she was willing to.
She spoke softly in contrast to her expression, but with a tone more commanding than polite.
"Hi. Who are you, and what do you want?"
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Post by Bix on Oct 10, 2008 2:45:08 GMT 1
Suspicion Natural Selection Thrown off. They seemed upset. As though she, was interupting something. Or perhaps. She was unwanted. Perhaps they, had better things to do. Language. Asian in tone. The screaching way. Hard on her ears. They spoke to each other. It seemed they were friends. A shame. Perhaps, they could be friends to Bix. Bix doubted it though. She was different. She was a witch. Strange and different. Standing out above the crowd. Seperating herself from the rest by her own devices. English. Caught her ear, returning her senses. Eyes focused on the one. Polite. And yet on guard. She had every right to be on guard. Bix knew that she looked interesting. That she was strange. Not dressed like those of the school. Her own way, her own style. Everything about her called the eye. Intrigued the mind. Ensnared thought. What was she doing here? "Public domain." Her answer was simple and yet true. Here was public domain. Meaning anyone could be here. Anyone could come. Anyone could enjoy the roof. Enjoy the scenery, the blood, the violence that filled this space. She could feel the tension. Feel the blood. And taste the disgrace in the air upon her tongue. Senses alert. But her face showed nothing. As emotionless as always. As stoic as ever. "Curiosity." Another answer. Simple. ~Killed the cat~ A simple giggle. To nothing spoken out loud. But still. It was funny. Bix tilted her head to the side. Just slightly. Bangs shifting ever so slightly over her eyes. "I ask now; why are you residing here?"
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Post by reynolds on Oct 10, 2008 3:42:43 GMT 1
The first of many answers came to her in two words, and although she had yet to explain who she was, she wasn't too happy about it.
The visitor was justified. She had every right to be here, regardless of her intentions. She felt a bit bothered, unwilling to compromise her special place to anyone but herself. Her roommate's appearance was unwelcome but accepted, yet the presence of a stranger was something she didn't tolerate well. Had she been normal or downright irritating, she would have otherwise left. But there was something about her she couldn't pick up on or understand; her simple words unable to tell her anything significant.
Then the second came, revealing her intentions in a simple word.
It must have been the language, unable to grab anything important yet again. The tone of the girls' voice and her gaze told her nothing. Even the most astute intellectual would give off an air of arrogance too easily picked up. And the most uncouth individual would give off their habits and their personality just by their voice alone; the choice of words only confirmed her assumptions. She seemed intelligent, possibly clever, but she was only guessing with barely anything to go on.
Even the giggle mystified her, following well with what Christie commented earlier.
<"She's really weird..."> Christie whispered quietly.
She had to agree.
Then the girl finally questioned her.
The answer was obvious only to herself, but she had little intention to actually tell her. She glanced back at the magazine left at her usual spot, but she had a bit of difficulty reading it. The technical jargon baffled her to no end and the explanations only left her with more questions; she would have to ask Christie at a convenient and appropriate time.
Her eyes shifted again to the girl, still strict but she relaxed somewhat. If she had been here for a fight, it would have already started by now. More than likely, she may have wandered out of her own volition without cause or reason to do so. But, it was probably her own presence that may have been the factor that triggered the girl's curiosity...
"I was eating my lunch here, and I was reading that too." She directed to the magazine, behind Christie, "Now-"
"Ye-yeah!" Christie interrupted her unnecessarily, "We're not doing anything weird here! We were just talking!"
She sighed; Christie's voice didn't exactly give a hint of confidence she was known to have, but she ignored it just the same, continuing in her previous tone.
"Now, what are you 'curious' about? Were you expecting someone else here, did you just pass by, or is it something else? Which is it?"
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Post by pinefresh on Oct 11, 2008 3:17:50 GMT 1
The roof was Pine's favorite place to hide out and sit. He had only fond memories of the school roof of Varron. It was where he had met all his closest friends and fought many of his best fights. He met Spike up there while he was playing his saxophone, he met Kai up there during a fight, and Setsuna the same way. The only person he met in class was Nyra and well... Change was never a bad thing. He spent most of his spare time in Varron on the roof just hanging out with his old friends before they all disappeared, all save Nyra but in this case she was the oddity.
Back to the point at hand, Pine was always at home on the rooftop at a school. The thought bothered him when he realized he had never been on top of Hircine's. Pine was told by many students to stay away from the roof because of how many fights broke out up there. ~If they only knew~ Went through Pine's head every time someone said that. He was not afraid to fight a battle on a roof he had done so many times before. The only danger to fighting on a roof was that you might fall off. That's how Pine met Setsuna. The story goes that Pine was chased onto the roof by some students where his friend Kai was sitting. In the middle of the fight Kai threw a kid off the roof and he landed on Setsuna. Setsuna came onto the roof and helped them win the fight before collapsing. It was good times all around, except for Setsuna who ended up in the nurses office with a severe back problem. They were friends ever since that day.
Ironic how fighting can bring people together when it's soul purpose is to destroy. It was probably one of the only reasons Pine still fought. He still held onto the belief that if he kept fighting perhaps his friends would return to him. Or perhaps by fighting he hopes to find more friends, there was no complete logic to his reasoning, but these were not logical schools. Seriously, who builds a school to try and convert lost causes into proper students with the use of hard work and corporal punishment?
Pine had finally made his way through the halls to the stairs leading to the roof. ~Hmmm... I wonder what could be going on there today?~ He thought to himself as he ascended the staircase. It took a few minutes to climb but the stairs seemed to go forever. As Pine made it to the door he slowly turned the handle and was greeted by a ray of light. Pine allowed the door to swing open as he walked onto the tiled roof. He closed the door behind himself and was greeted by the sight of three girls.
~What the hell? Somebody has been lying to me!~ He thought as a small smile crossed his lips, he recognized one of the girls. It was the girl that covered Antonio with coffee. He had been looking for her for a couple of days and had found her on the roof of all places. He found his luck quite silly but it seemed the roof of Hircine held the same magic as Varron's. ~So I guess it's true you can really what you're looking for on a rooftop~
Pine moved slowly toward the group as not to alarm them. He held the small grin on his face as if to look disarming. Even Pine had to admit it was hard to look disarming when you had three huge scars on your face from fighting. He was also sure to keep his out of his pockets where they could see them. "Hello, do you ladies mind if I join you?" He asked good naturedly, his eyes scanned each girl coming to rest on the one with the blue hair and the cool composure.
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Post by Bix on Oct 11, 2008 17:21:14 GMT 1
Unexpected Visitor The Scent Returns More whispers. In the asian language. Bix did not trouble herself with foreign languages. It was not necessary. It was something that she could easily live without. English. That was the only language of importance. At least. When one resided within the United States of America. It was the language of choice. Rude. She considered these girls. Speaking in a language that only they knew. Patiently. The Bix waited. Watching. As she waited for them to remember that she was there. English speaker. Spell caster. Bix. The other spoke. Bix's eyes turned dangerous in an instant. Not weird? Darling, weird was everyone. Normal was overrated. Normal was in the eye of the beholder. Unweird was always sought after and hardly ever found. Her eyes sunk back to expressionless. Blue pools. the windows that gave nothing away. Finally. Recognition. The words in English. More proper. Polite. Than before. Bix's eyes settled upon the one by the magazine. Too far to tell the content. But that was unimportant. Bix wasn't here to see her magazine. To read the text of others thoughts. She was here for one thing. Apparently, this girl, believed she deserved to know. Why it was Bix was here. What made her curious. A slow knowing grin crossed the girls' face. Curling up only slightly on the ends. Mostly her face was blank. Even her eyes still held nothing. And yet, the grin, gave her slightly more life. "To taste." Bix's smile turned into a grin. To taste. The air. The environment. The power that the environment withheld. To know. The powers of this place. The attraction of such a spot. Before more could be given to the listening ears. The door opened. Bix's head rose. Her nose inhaling the scents. Her back still facing the door. Not looking. She was not interested. She knew who it was. The scent was the same. The one that been there the other day. A smile, half formed upon her lips as he stepped forward only to confirm her belief. It was him. The Scent of wood. The strength of that which was his name. The question. Bix looked at him. he seemed to have made the fight the other day with minimal harm. He did not seem too injured. The scars on his face. Attractive. Not unattractive. But then. Bix was not your average woman. Bix also was not in the market to date. To be dependant on another. To want to fill her life with the presence of another. Not yet. Time perhaps would one day come. But for now she was not looking. Not shopping. Not interested in that sort of closeness. "Extended to you, Pine. Is my welcome." Again. Another formal bow in his direction. Her face the same as it had been the other day. The same eyes, cool calm collected compsure. Bix straightened. Adjusting the umbrella. Shrouding herself with dappled shade. "Pleasure to see you once more." Her eyes shifted again. Off Pine. To the girls. Who thought her strange. They had. Every right to think so. She was not normal. But again, see paragraph above.
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Post by reynolds on Oct 12, 2008 7:19:27 GMT 1
Another cryptic answer.
The words were clear, yet the meaning eluded her. She hadn't received a single clear answer yet from the girl, riddled with mystery, possibly deception, and enjoyment it seemed. Every smile seemed to signify something, every word rife with hidden significance, but of what? Before, she believed it was her, or maybe Christie, that was the cause of her curiosity, but it didn't seem to be the case; not when her answer now was taken into consideration.
To taste?
Such a simple word; easily understood; easily misinterpreted as well. It was possible that what she spoke of wasn't a tangible object of any kind, but of something figurative in a sense. If that was true, it was pointless understand the meaning behind each word. Maybe every answer she gave was meant to elude her intentions. That made sense all the more with her conservative use of English.
Still, playing such a game in a language she wasn't familiar with was a task too taxing for her; she would undoubtedly end the loser of this game.
Before she could answer, she heard the sound of the door opening, and her eyes spotted the figure of a male, equal in height, yet stronger and bulkier, walking confidently in a slow mannered fashion. His approach wasn't threatening, smiling with his hands clearly visible, however, she still watched him suspiciously, gaining everything she could from his presence. He seemed nice enough, knowing full well he was entering an awkward situation.
She first thought him to be another stranger added to an already crowded nest of strangers, but the relationship between both was evident by the smile on her face, her greeting and answer, and the formal bow she gave. It seemed to be a habit of hers; formally bowing to those as a gesture of respect, but she questioned the sincerity behind it.
At the very least, it seemed her thoughts about the girl keeping people at a distance were false. There was that chance she led a partially normal life, especially with someone seemingly sincere, but something about her doubted that. Somehow.
Then, without warning Christie decided to walk towards them, her uneasiness gone, replaced with her usual enthusiasm and cheerful smile. She stopped at a spot equidistant from her, Pine, and the girl, looking between all three at once. She wasn't sure why Christie decided to finally do something, but maybe Pine's presence, in contrast to the girl, was what gave her confidence. As long as someone normal knows her, it seems, she's willing to approach them, even if uncomfortable.
Christie started, much to her dislike.
"Well~! Since both of you know each other, why don't we all introduce each other first? It'd be kind of awkward if we don't know each other's names, right? Besides, I'm sure we could all be friends...even if some of us are...unique in our own way...right?"
She directed at herself.
"My name's Christie. My not-so-happy friend over there is Alicia. And you're Pine, right? Like a tree? Nice to meet you." She turned to the girl, her eyes a little uneasy, "So~! I guess you're left! Mind telling us who you are, and not a really weird answer that doesn't make sense...? Please?"
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Post by pinefresh on Oct 13, 2008 8:21:53 GMT 1
~Master Yoda my greetings to you. Small and green I expected you to be. Suit you does blue hair and eyes. The force is strong in you it is.~ There was also the Star Wars opening playing in his head when she spoke. Her speech reminded him of Jedi Master Yoda and the way he spoke. Pine thought it slightly comical and kind of cute/cool. It was unique unto itself and suited the strange girl perfectly. He did wish that she would be slightly more...Normal but surprises were always good. Perhaps, it would help explain how she was able to so easily hold her composure and pour that entire cup of coffee on Antonio. Her mind might not be working right or it might just be working on a different level than his own. So many questions and so little time.
He returned the bow with one of his own that was not as low as hers. He smiled slightly and spoke, "So it seems you caught my name during the fight. You have me at a bit of a disadvantage as you know my name and remain a mystery to me." Pine straightened up to watch one of the girls begin to walk toward him.
She had a smile on her face that kind of worried Pine. He had no damn idea why she was smiling when she was sitting there almost stone faced a second ago. Perhaps, Pine's presence had changed the mood of what had originally transpired. He had a feeling the blue haired girls mannerisms created tension of sorts. People were always afraid of what they did not understand and this girl was hard to understand. Had Pine originally run into the girl under different circumstances he probably would not bother with her. He was interested in how she was so calm and collected though, he could have sworn he saw the resemblance of a smile on her face as she turned around. It was almost as if she was happy to see him. Maybe for all he knew she was. Pine was sure she stayed to watch part of the fight before disappearing into the school after Dirk took his first hit.
The other girl introduced herself as Christie and her quiet friend as Alicia. Christie was all nice and preppy to Pine but she acted differently toward the blue haired girl. Her speech was more defensive and less respectful then it was to Pine. Christie clearly had no idea who she was talking to. Had Pine to guess, he would assume the entire conversation went the same way. It was a good thing that Miss Blue did not have a coffee in her hand or something else hot or Christie would probably get it in the face.
"Yeah my name is really Pine like the tree, that's what happens when you get parents that are hippies. It is a pleasure to meet you Christie." Pine said allowing the smile to slowly fade from his face to a more neutral look. The fact was Pine did not smile all to often and the extended use of those muscles was starting to make his face hurt. He still held a friendly air to him just without the smile to top it off. After all, Miss Blue was not smiling and neither was Alicia so he had no reason to force it.
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Post by Bix on Oct 13, 2008 15:44:27 GMT 1
((OoC: Ahahaha! I laughed so hard reading your post Pine. The yoda bit. And, the Miss Blue bit, so funny!)) Change of Pace Bravery in the Works He spoke to her. Returning her brow. Making her near smile return. Such an interesting man. Someone that she actually was interested in. Someone that she wanted to know a little bit. But it seemed. They were never alone. And it seemed. Others were forever in the way. Perhaps fate had different plans for the pair. Friendship was not high on the list. It seemed that the male presence changed it all. Suddenly. The girl had confidence. It seemed. Perhaps. They found Pine attractive. Perhaps she wished to date the wooded man. But perhaps. He was already taken. Perhaps, or not. None of it was Bix's business. She really didn't have much mind to care about the trivialties of love. Of lust. Of those sort of emotions. While Bix was not above feeling them. She did not concern herself to find, search, nor find such. As she stopped. A smile. It was sickening how bright. How enthusiastic she was being. Bix's brow rose. The one above the right sapphire orb. Curious. That she changed her tune. Suddenly cheerful. How disgusting. A brief snarl of disgust crossed Bixs' face. Any chance. What so ever. That these girls had to learn anything about Bix had passed. Not that she was upset. No. Bix didn't worry about friends. Questions now. Saying that her name. Miss Falsely Cheerful. Was Christie. And the other, the one that had been rude all along. Alicia. Pine introduced himself. And the smile fell from his face, Bix had long lost her half smile. Disgusted she was at the pair. When the words were turned back to her. Harsh they may be. But Bix showed no emotions. She watched the girl. Perhaps she was trying to be cool. Perhaps she was hoping that Pine, Alicia, and this girl, could gang up on the Witch. Bix turned. Her boots grinding the roof beneath her feet. She looked. Up at Pine. Letting her side be to the girls. The ones that did not deserve the answer they would hear. For she could not keep it a secret. However, Pine was respectful. And she felt as though it was unfair to deny him the answer he so sought. Just because. These girls. Could not take her as she was. Did not mean, she would ignore Pine. "Forgive me. Withholding such knowledge was indeed, not my intent. Bix, my title." A nod of her head. A smaller gesture of respect towards Pine. Her eyes flashed up to his. A quick flash of a grin. Her pale lips made. Before she twisted again. Facing all three. No need to leave herself vulnerable. Christie was as fake as they came. To go from rude to cheerful. Bix had her figured out already. And Alicia. Well she was rude all the time. At least she was real. Bix's free arm. Crossed over her chest. Hand clasping the forearm there. Drumming her fingers against the cloth.
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Post by reynolds on Oct 13, 2008 21:22:22 GMT 1
The atmosphere changed; the hostile tone and the animosity changed in the instant Christie approached them. She wasn't sure whether it was for the better or if it would end up becoming worst; the possibility of forcing them to leave disappeared the moment Pine entered.
Yet, she was slightly curious as to how everything would end.
She remained on the fringes of the conversation, watching, observing, taking careful notice of movements, expressions, gestures, and the subtle things people tend to miss. Christie nodded several times, listening attentively. Pine's smile faded, but his sincerity remained, but his relationship with the girl did pose some questions as it seemed they met in the midst of a fight earlier. Their closeness was unusual, hinting that their meeting was done on kinder terms.
In the time Christie posed a question regarding the girl's name, Bix reciprocated and confirmed her assumption; the hint of disgust she sensed just from her motions gave off a mutual feeling she too held. Even the answer was directed solely towards Pine. Christie didn't seem to help with this already tense situation. Although Pine's appearance lightened the atmosphere, the sense of animosity was still present, unwilling to leave until she was willing to approach them as well.
Irritation. Curiosity. Animosity. Respect; three of which she felt and two she gave. There was doubt she could remain an outcast for long, not when Christie was trying so hard. She watched them. Bix kept her eyes on all three; same with Pine as well. Christie remained in the center, yet on the outside, her eyes confident with Pine, but were uncertain towards Bix. This was not going to end well if this tenseness continued here until the end.
If a fight were to break, she had doubts she could take on two people at once; Christie being a liability rather than an asset. Suspicions rose high between her and Bix, and with Pine's presence, it only made this much more problematic.
Christie didn't make a single remark since Bix went to Pine and answered his question. In fact, there was a hint of anger in her eyes; a subtle twitch only she could catch, having known her ever since she enrolled. It was likely the patience and the enthusiasm behind her smile dwindled minute-by-minute, second-by-second. With that, she could not leave anything to chance.
That was when she made her move; unusual for her, but necessary to prevent conflict, and to finally grab answers.
First, she grabbed the magazine left behind them, approached the group until she was several feet from Pine and Bix with Christie by her side, then pushed the magazine harshly into her roommates' arms. With a sharp glance towards Christie, she smiled threateningly,"Christie, you didn't have lunch yet, did you? Why don't you go to the cafeteria and get something? And you can take the magazine with you. I finished it already."
Surprise covered her friend's face, nearly opening her lips to protest and the magazine as a tool, but she stopped, knowing full well what that smile meant. Christie frowned noticeably, pouted subtly, and walked towards the entrance, displaying her anger towards Bix while smiling towards Pine. She waved back when she opened the door.
"Good-bye!" She yelled out as she slammed the door behind her.
"Saa te..."
She turned towards Pine and Bix, her eyes seemingly angry, her lips contrasting with apathy. She wanted to get to the bottom of that question Bix had asked her last before Christie interfered. Obviously, Pine would be left out of the conversation, but if they had met previously, he would understand. Or she hoped he would.
She turned to Bix, eyes observant as ever.
"To taste. That's what you said before. You're obviously not here to eat and there isn't anything interesting up here. You're not the type to talk with 'normal' strangers, so we both share that...." She paused. "So, the only reason you would be here is if you were looking for something. Was it a fight, seeing that this place is so famous for them? If that was the case, your curiosity now would be fulfilled, wouldn't it? That leaves only one thing.
What do you intend to 'taste' up here?" Her eyes narrowed, "In this place I call my sanctuary?"
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Post by pinefresh on Oct 14, 2008 2:06:48 GMT 1
(OOC: I try.)
Shit was about to hit the fan going at about 100 miles an hour and all Pine could do was literally stand and watch before the punches began to fly. Whatever was about to happen it started long before Pine got there. You could cut the tension with a knife it was so thick between the girls. It wasn't going to get any better with the way Bix was acting. She completely turned away from the other girls and spoke directly to him and only him. Christie still held the smile on her face and there was no way she was not forcing it now.
~This is going to be bad~ Pine thought to himself now feeling really awkward with the situation. He was going to try and do some damage control before this got worse. "It's good to be able to put a name to the face Bix." He said before looking back at Christie "So then Christie-" Pine was abruptly cut off by Alicia who got up and walked over. She basically ordered Christie to go away. She walked off and slammed the door behind her. "Yeah it was nice meeting you too!...shit..." Pine looked back that the other two girls and could see the anger on Alicia's face.
She began to question Bix on something that he was not there for. Apparently they were talking about taste and somehow this roof was Alicia's personal sanctuary. Pine could sympathize with that sentiment. To him the roof of Varron was the same and full of memories to spare. Sometimes he wished things could go back to the way they were then. Pine did not want to start his new memories of Hircine's rooftop with violence. Should this go farther south than it already had Pine would intervene and end it quickly. Though he did hate the idea of breaking up a cat fight. Sometimes the right thing to do was not always the best thing to do.
~Damn why could this not be taking place in the schoolyard~
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Post by Bix on Oct 14, 2008 16:22:48 GMT 1
Anger Rage forming Anger. Seemed the dominant emotion. With the girl that had sat there quietly. Perhaps this place was special. Perhaps she had wished. To eat her lunch in peace. But it was public domain. As stated before. Bix had every right to be here as Alicia did. As Pine did. As Christie did. That was just the way that it was. She couldn't pick and chose. Who was able to come up and who was not. It was her her place to decide. And if she had a problem with Bix. If she didn't wish her around, then tough. Perhaps Bix would make sure she was around more often. However. In Bix's mind. It was the one called Christie that had caused all the problems. Bix had a feeling. An internal one. That she and Alicia could have come to... A mutual agreement. However, the instigator had made sure that it would not happen. Offending Bix. And treating her as second rate. Soley because she was not like Miss Pep. As the door was slammed. Bix's eyes were already on the angry girl. She turned, boots grinding. The roof underneath the tred as she looked at her. Lashing out at Bix. For what? For ruining a place that was not really hers. For ruining the lunch she was supposed to have. Or for, not being normal. Bix had a feeling it was the latter. "Forgive me. It was not Bix's intent to ruin your lunch. However, curiosity. Better of me, it had gotten. To see such a place of destination. " Bix paused for a moment to take a small breath. Giving out. A small sigh. "To taste. Unable to finish, my phrase, I was. The environment. Blood. Shed often here. Anger. Home here. I wished to.. taste the emotions. The environment." Bix figured. She might still not understand. But the Witch could not. Explain it any better. She did not know. How she could break it down any further. "Much power. This place does hold."
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Post by reynolds on Oct 14, 2008 17:53:43 GMT 1
The answer given to her wasn't anything she imagined at all from Bix. For all the word games and for all the mystery she possessed, she didn't believe a straight-forward answer would come. Yet the answer wasn't like what many she received. The power of this place she considered her home, the sanctity and peace she received just from being here, it was one of the few things that reminded her of her past.
The brighter moments of her past, that is.
However, in this school, it carried a different atmosphere to those who stayed here long enough. She heard fights often broke out with little provocation, the assailants and the victims often intertwined with their injuries that it was impossible to see who started it, and those who were affected by it. Only those who managed to get out of those fights unscathed, she imagined, were those who were well-known in the school. Though she hadn't heard of Pine, with the sincerity he showed and from his physique, it was easy to assume he was one of those people; those that don't begin fights, but rather end them.
Perhaps, that was what Bix spoke of; the violence and the hate too often gathered in this one place; the emotions she wanted to taste; the power such a place held.
She closed her eyes momentarily, losing much of her former anger only to be left with a face filled with apathy, yet kindness. She wasn't sure why she was initially so suspicious of her. She was angry, that was certain, but that was probably caused by Christie's arrival earlier. Possibly, misunderstandings happened with this girl all the time, and to be able to break past those...
Maybe that was why she was friends with someone seemingly so normal; the young man called Pine.
She answered, feeling somewhat stupid for being angry, and for wanting a direct answer. The apology before only served to lose her rage.
"Wakattemassu..." She answered with a sigh, but suddenly realized they wouldn't understand her. It was a stubborn habit of hers, replacing English for Japanese during times where she was on the wrong, or for being incredibly stupid for what she did previously.
"I understand what you're trying to say." She said in a calm, polite manner, "I know fights take place here most of the time, so you probably mean-"
She noted her clothing again, the minute details, trying to piece together what she could not understand before. Parasol. Black and checked clothes. Blue hair. Green leggings. Boots. It reminded her too well of the anime cosplayers, but for Bix, it was probably a part of her identity. So too were her hobbies. She couldn't figure out which one, but she had a slight clue as to what it was; the thread that connected what Bix spoke of before.
"The lingering presence of those left behind?" She said, not quite sure what she meant, using a phrase she heard from a translated anime Christie had, "If it's emotions, then maybe the energy of people? Is that it? Maybe I'm not saying it right."
She fumbled over her words. If it was Japanese, she could easily explain it, but working with English was difficult. She glanced over at Pine, looking rather clueless. Since he met Bix before, maybe he could enlighten her about the actual terminology. Or she hoped he could.
"Pine-san." She stated, wincing at her habit, "I think I understand it, but I don't think I can explain it. Do you mind explaining it?"
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Post by pinefresh on Oct 15, 2008 5:04:03 GMT 1
Pine did not understand women at all. One second they seemed like they were about to fight, the next they were making friends and playing nice. Why couldn't they just be simple like men. When men don't like each other we fight about it. After one comes out on top they go have a beer and become best buddies. In many cases men skip the fight and go straight to the drinking, because drunk is always better before you start the fight. That way when your drunken logic kicks in and you can't remember why your fighting it all works out in the end. Besides the fact you'll be sitting in a drunk tank all night of course.
Pine looked at both girls and sighed rather loudly. They seemed to have come to an understanding so quickly it was insane. Alicia went from angry to nice in 0.1 seconds. Even Bix was being nice and talkative. It was as if the amount of words that came out of Bix's mouth had some sort of euphoric effect that made people like Alicia happy. Pine was ready to keel over at how this situation was going when the explanation hit him like a tonne of bricks. Bix was a Jedi master. It all made sense now. When he was thinking master Yoda he was right on the money this blue haired pale girl was able to change people with the power of the force. How else could a person talk like that and so simply disarm a situation if they were not a master of such a thing? The next time Pine talked to Bix he would be sure to ask her to teach him the true ways of the force. He would be like Skywalker to her Obi-Wan. Jedi mind tricks and all
Then the balance changed again when Alicia turned to talk to Pine. Not only was she half speaking a foreign tongue toward Bix and then some English she called him Pine-san. He instantly was brought back to memories of Setsuna and all his lessons about Japanese language and culture. He could not remember why he was learning about Japan anymore but he did. He knew san was a suffix used when you talk to a person you do not know and wanted to show respect. He started to laugh as she winced. "Don't worry about it you can call me Pine-san if you wish I had a friend from Japan who taught me the meanings of such things so I really don't mind Alicia-san." He said cheerfully and let her continue to speak.
She wanted to say something but was not sure how to say it. She wanted to say she understood what Bix meant but was not sure how to phrase it. Pine thought back to what Bix had said in elaboration to taste. She wanted to feel the emotions, the blood, the environment. Now that Pine thought about it that was kind of creepy. He quickly looked Bix up and down before continuing to think. She wore black, green stockings, boots, carried an umbrella, pentagrams on her bag...~Holy Jesus she's a witch~ Shot into his head faster than a speeding bullet. This girl was not a Jedi she was a Sith. How could something so cool have fallen to the darkside? Pine could be her Skywalker no more. Then again Skywalker senior was Darth Vader, so this could work out in the end. Maybe she had come up here to to make a pentagram and cast some spells. Or maybe she was going to use her umbrella and pull a Mary Popins and fly off the roof. Actually that would be kind of cool. Maybe Pine should expose her.
Now that he thought about it that could be a bad idea. She might be an ironic witch and turn him into a tree. His name Pinefresh would take on a whole new meaning. Pine wondered what people would do if they saw a tree growing on the roof. Knowing many of these students they would probably punch it for growing here. Perhaps it was better not to do anything. Then again it was probably just his overactive imagination playing tricks on him. Yeah, it had to be his imagination right? Bix was just a normal...emo/goth type girl that happened to like pentagrams. That was not overly uncommon to middle/upper class Americans with their 'we are fortunate so our lives suck' mentality.
"To be honest with you I'm not exactly sure how to explain it. Being a fighter I understand fully the meaning of such a place. Back a Varron most of my fighting was done on the rooftop against several opponents at a time. Then again I met most of my good friends fighting on the roof so it gets kind of complicated. Though I understand what you mean about wanting to feel the environment and the energy of this place. All the fighting makes an area different and unique to all others. It is as if you can stand here and just feel the struggles that took place, the winners feeling of triumph and the losers feeling of defeat. The caring friends that took their buddy to the nurse after the fight was done. The even better friends that fought the odds so their friend would not have to endure such a fate. You can almost feel the power and emotion lingering here. Then again that could just be me."
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Post by Bix on Oct 17, 2008 4:04:09 GMT 1
Jeapordy What is Witch? BAM. Emerill's voice came. Playing in Bix's head. Listening for a moment. The rather robust chef. Making some dish or other that she wouldn't try on her last day alive. But that was not the point. He could make what he wished. Nasty. Was how they looked. Pain in the ass. To make. Bix was not interested. Hot pockets. Instant ramen. These things she would eat. Something easy. Fast. Microwavable. Back to the subject on hand. Her meaning. It seemed they were both. Racking their brains. Trying to decipher her meaning. Bix herself thought it was all to clear. Certainly, she hadn't meant to eat here. No. *rumble gurble rumble* Mm.. Hunger. The need. Now that food was on the mind. The thought in t he brain. The stomach speaking. To demand it's attention. Ah, food. Yes. The source of life. The two went on. Exchanging. Pine-san and what not. Bix opened the flap on her bag. Bangs falling into her line of sight for a moment. Hand reached in, and came out. A package within now. *crinkle crinkle rrrrrriiiP!* Ah. The scent. The taste. The site. Like black snakes they lay. All in many rows. Four deep. Many long. Licorice. Many didn't like the black. Preferred the sugary sweet red sister to the original dark treat. But Bix. She preferred the original. Not for color. Though no complainst to be had there. But for the bitter yet sweet taste. The strong scent. The amazing flavor. The lasting effect. And the faces of others. As Pine began his explaination. Bix's fingers reached in. Two black snakes held then. Between her fingers. A pull and a tug. Taking them from the bag. A slight crinkle. And then release. Placing the tasty sticks to her lips. She bit, shifting her weight. One hip to the other. A slight shuffle of her clothing. Her lunch tasty. Finally, they were done. Bix's eyes. Sapphire in color took in the both of them now that silence seemed to fall. Perhaps they were looking to her. To clarify. Her head tilted. To the left. Bangs shifting. Seemed as though she was thinking then... *shrug* Nothing but that as her head straightened again. Swallowing her mouthfull. The licorice going down quickly. Licking her lips she wondered for a moment. What happened to the roomate. Was she on the other side of the door. Waiting. Fuming that this.. Alicia. Was now talking to the Witch. The Evil Doer. The one of vague answers. The Infuriator. "The outcome. Of your, dispute, upon the grounds. It was victorious?" Her words were spoken as she stared off in space. But once said. She turned to look up at Pine. She was not there, with the intent. To ignore Alicia. But she was curious. Of Pine, and the fight. It seemed many were angry.
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Post by reynolds on Oct 19, 2008 1:56:28 GMT 1
||Sorry for the delay! Couldn't get on a computer in time.||
No sooner had she asked Pine to explain what Bix meant, the subject changed drastically, much to her preference. Though, she was surprised at Pine's understanding of Japanese, no matter how limited it was. His kind demeanor yet brutish appearance gave off the air of someone who valued simplicity over all else. No doubt, she didn't think him to be the type to understand the nuances of a different language.
His explanation was long but the simplicity of his words allowed her to understand what he fully meant. A fighter he was, no doubt about that, but the sentimentality was not shared. Though she did sympathize with him somewhat, the world she lived in was different from his. Yet, in a way, it encompassed what Bix had meant previously; in another, it took on a entirely different meaning solely known by him.
She nodded a few times, affirming that she was listening, feeling strangely nostalgic though the memories were not her own.
She noticed Bix. Minding her own business as she ate black licorice she grabbed from her bag. She couldn't observe anymore as Pine's explanation took the center focus.
There, Bix asked a question she too wanted to know.
She glanced at Pine with apathy, but her face expressed curiosity. He was a former Varronite, and as far as she knew from Christie, they were troublesome students hailing from a distant school. Their presence was largely unwanted by the Hircine student body with fights breaking out in the past. However, Paragon Institute relocated many of the troublesome students there, granting a temporary peace of sorts over this school.
She was curious and suspicious.
Why was someone like him a Varronite?
She spoke kindly, reaffirming what Bix asked.
"And could you elaborate on what happened?"
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Post by pinefresh on Oct 19, 2008 22:35:31 GMT 1
Pine doubted Bix had even heard a word he had said. As a matter of fact he would actually bet money on it. He didn't mind though because at least Alicia was listening so he wasn't talking to himself. Though he wondered why Bix was eating black licorice, the stuff was disgusting. Pine had given up virtually all forms of sweets for the past several years. Most of the time if he wanted something sweet he ate some apple or pumpkin pie. If he was really craving chocolate he ate dark chocolate that was 80% or above. Sure that didn't really taste sweet but it quelled the craving pretty quick. Plus it also helped that eating dark chocolate (real dark chocolate) was good for your health. He always kept at least three bars at home at all times. Pine could remember that he never liked the taste of black licorice it was disgusting. You could compare the taste to fennel or the Ouzo beverage Greeks like to drink. He always used black licorice gumdrops as projectiles to shoot at people for fun.
What Pine didn't expect is what happened next. Bix looked up and asked him about the fight in the schoolyard a few days ago. She wanted to know what the outcome was. Pine was slightly surprised she was asking him such a thing. He had assumed that his lack of damage would explain the outcome but he was never unwilling to answer.
"The outcome was good. I rarely ever lose." He said with a playful wink and a small smile directed at her.
The interesting part was that Alicia wanted details. Pine was unsure why she was so interested in the situation. He wondered why knowing he had won was not enough. He was unsure how to respond to such a request from a peer. It was easy to tell a teacher to piss off and just take the beating for it.
"Hmmm... You want detail eh? I can oblige but I doubt you will like much of what I'm going to tell you."
"You see there was a fight on the school grounds a couple days ago in the morning. I went over to see what was going on when I saw the two fighters stop and attack one boy. The boy I later found out I knew. He attacked them and almost took Bix here out in the process. For doing so she upended a complete cup of coffee on his head. Now I found that pretty funny, but I learned from one of the Hircine students I had previously beaten up that kid was from Paragon. So after I put Polly, which is what I call him, to sleep I made my way over to the Paragon student to say hello and send him on his way. I'm going to assume you can guess what I meant by saying hello.
It turns out his name was Antonio and I met him several days before while he interrupted myself and a friend at the movies. He called out to me and all hell broke lose. There were some nasty names thrown at me and two students tried to fight me. I dispatched both taking only a punch to the face and a kick to the ribs. Then Antonio jumped in and wanted to try his luck with me. Before I could give him a beating another Hircinian covered in burns from head to toe dispatched him.
It turned out the Hircinian named Dirk was not there to help me but to fight me. He of course underestimated my level of skill and I turned his fist attack back on him so viciously I almost ended the fight right there. The problem was he enjoyed being hurt and there was no doubt this fight was going to drag on.
What angered me the most was that he knew about my reputation back at Varron from one Ein Gilsin. Ein was the gang leader that I served under at Varron. I was his right hand man so to speak. I did more fighting at that time than I had ever done before. I even won a Varron underground fighting tournament. I couldn't understand why he still wished to fight knowing all this. Back to the story at hand though.
It turned out Antonio was not down for the count and came back to the fight. Dirk would not be reasoned with and therefore wanted to continue fighting. The moment he turned around to put Antonio down for good I struck. I brought him down to the ground and began to simultaneously choke him and beat his face to a pulp. He did however manage to get his fingers around my throat but he had no chance of winning. After he passed out I took him to the nurses office and left him there." Pine finished talking and looked from one girl to another resting his eyes on Alicia.
"So did you enjoy my story?"
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Post by Bix on Oct 22, 2008 16:54:26 GMT 1
The 411 Of the Fighting Kind PINE! PINE! You're so fine. You're so fine you blow my mind...
HEY PINE!!Bix grinned at his statement. Such pride. In his voice. She loved it though. The way he was sure of himself. The way that he was strong. The strength. Both inner and outer. She enjoyed the scars on his face. Much about him. No. There was no crush. Bix had never expereienced a crush. She didn't figure that she was now. But. You never knew. It could be mutual. It could not be. She had no label. To place upon this feeling. This flutter. The willingness to smile. How strange. The muscles in her face. Unused to moving in such a way. And yet. With him there. Beside her. Standing there. Close. "Never doubted, did I." As he went on. Speaking the specifics. She listened. But it might not have seemed like it. Still munching. Lunch flowing. Down her throat in a black mass. Candy was good. She addicted herself upon it. Enjoyed the taste. The way it made her feel. The boost. The thrill of sugar. It was good. And tasty. And since she had not, brought her lunch. This was what she had. When finished. He seemed to look at them both. Bix gave a quirk of her lips. An almost smile. he then asked about his story. His story. The tale of a fight. The enjoyment of blood. The fantastical violence. The right of man. The most base level. "Bix wonders. Your roomate. She is not worried? Closed the door, you have."
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Post by reynolds on Oct 30, 2008 4:03:19 GMT 1
||Sorry for the delay! Lots of stuff happened.||
The explanation took a brief moment of time and an even shorter period to understand the outline of his account. Yet the past involving Varron and the significance of such an event was lost on her, unfortunately. She didn't recognize any of the names, assuming many to be either acquaintances or enemies he had met.
She kept note of any names he had mentioned, however, she had doubts she would ever meet them. Still, it was prudent to remember them for future reference, if nothing more than her benefit or interest, regardless of how rare that was.
Preoccupied with her thoughts, she maintained a quiet demeanor, letting her eyes fall to the ground, her attention divided between the conversation and herself. She glanced back at the doorway where Christie left, but she gave little worry as she wasn't the type to eavesdrop. Even if she did, she never had any use for such information anyway, considering she always kept her distance from many troublesome students.
Unfortunately, that made her a poor guide and a even poorer informant.
When she heard a question directed her way from Bix, she was surprised at the unusual smile the girl gave. She masked her surprise easily and focused on Bix's inquiry regarding Christie. An even interesting thing was how Bix knew Christie was her room mate without making any prior mention of it. She ignored it, but kept a mental note for future reference.
She answered simply.
"No. She isn't. She doesn't have any reason to. If she is angry, she won't do anything. That is who she is."
Next, she turned to Pine.
She was satisfied with the explanation of his fight - same with Bix it seemed - but one thing still nagged at her. And that was Pine's knowledge of Japanese. There was the chance she might know or had heard of him. Even if she didn't recognize the name, it was good to at least know someone from Japan who knew someone from Hircine, or a transfer student to Hircine.
"Pine-san, what's your friends' name? The one you said was from Japan?"
She asked kindly, though her emotions remained apathetic.
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