Moving Along (Open)

[Victoria Alexander]

((ooc: Due the lack of responses to my other open threads. Figured it was time to move on but if they feel that they are going to respond this will be considered after those threads. If they ever respond...))

The brush of students hitting into Victoria as she made her way towards the doors was starting to peeve her. She had a rough day trying to avoid her co-principle. She had tried to keep as much space between her and Shuya as she possibly could. Course there was those times where she was needed to sign documentation but she kept her mouth shut to avoid any conversation with him. She did what needed to be done and found reasons to get herself away from him.

It wasn't that she couldn't trust him. Truth be told she knew why he did the things he did but she couldn't agree with it. Her nature was to preserve and his was to do whatever it took to get the job done.

That thought seemed to stick with her as she walking into the grassy areas heading towards the different sport fields. She wanted to do the best job possible and maybe her way of thinking got her in trouble back in Varron. Her association with Kazuki and her abundance to want to feel clouded her mind and her judgment. She used to be so determined so strong in doing what needed to be done. Frankly she was probably more like Shuya back then. How she changed over the years seemed to make her more frail. To make her more emotional, too emotional at times. Her illness being a large part of it. Cancer was the worst thing that could have happened to her.

She had been abused, drugged, beaten, used in so many ways that she had forgotten how important her own life was and how much she closed herself off to the real world. It wasn't until Varron, it wasn't until Kazuki and it wasn't until the cancer did she know her worth. And now that those were all over, it weighed heavily on her if she was still worth anything.

Taking a seat at a bench she looked around. She watched as students would usher themselves around the grounds. Making their way to classes. Their whole lives waiting for them to explore if only given the chance.

And here she was at 23 going on 24 knowing that this was the end of her exploration. She had no doubt that this would be the peek and it would no doubt be down hill from now on. The fact staring her right in the face as it always did when she started to feel stable in her life.

Victoria waved as a student passed by throwing a hello in her direction. Bringing her back to why she was sitting on a bench and not at her desk. Fresh air she would tell herself. She even thought about asking teachers to let her grade papers to help pass the time. Course her asking that would seem like she was lax on her duties but with the school pretty much running on its own and her duties being split in half, it seemed as if she had plenty of spare time to waste.

[Bix]

New Student
Enter the Witch

The sun was out. Bright upon the lawn. A slight breeze. The autumn air. Tinted with cool. And yet still warmed. By the sun. It was an interesting combination. Neither cold. Nor warm. Luke warm. If there was a name placed. The door opened. Leading into the yard beyond. There. People milled about. Friends in groups. Chattering away. Laugher carried upon the wind. The sunlight bathing the skin. Of those unafraid to darken. However Bix. The girl. Blue upon her hair. Stepped out, had fear of the sun. The affects on the skin.

In her hand. The umbrella opened. A button pushed. Opening the cover. Lace of obsidian color. Her wrist tilted. Letting the lace. Shade her form. She was a strange one. Whispers of her oddity moved through out the halls. But she was. Feeling more normal these days. A boyfriend. She had now. The one known as Pine. And, she felt. Happy. For the first time in. A very long time. She wore knee high. Black boots. With heels, two inches in height. Blue tights. Up til her short black skirt. Long sleeve shirt. Blue in color. Horizontal black stripes of varying thicknesses moved across. At her throat. A gothic cross. The red gem shimmering for only a second. In the sun. Before it was shaded by the umbrella.

Her hair was down today. Where normally it was up. But she tried. A little harder. Since he came along. She moved across the grounds. With the intent to eat her lunch. Hunger resided within her stomach. Her mind telling her of the need. Lunch was in her bag. The one barely held together. With pentogram patches. That were upon it. She walked, blue eyes surveying. Taking everything in.

There was a lone woman. Sitting on a bench. Something about her. Bix knew not. But she intrigued the blue haired witch. Shifting her course. She moved. To sit beside the woman, giving her a simple nod. As if to ask permission.

"Alone. You are." Bix investigated aloud as she let her back rest. Against the bench. The umbrella protecting. Her extremely pale skin.

"Company, you seek?"

[Victoria Alexander]

Victoria's attention was brought towards the fair skinned student. Her attire addressed her as someone she would have ran with back at home in New York if she was a few years younger and carefree once again. Truth be told Victoria was known to wear such clothing back in the day. It was interesting to see someone that didn't have on aropostole or Gap, brands that students fickle over thinking that clothes made the person more cool or hip. If they only knew, there wasn’t a day that went by that a student didn’t come complaining about other students picking fun of how they dress. Victoria was sure that if she had been in school during her child years she too would have been the one being picked on with her choice of attire.

'I don't mind the company thou I don’t know how much company I would be able give in return."

Victoria kept sitting on the bench with her back erect as if a pole was in her jacket keeping her strait and narrow. Her eyes resting on the younger student before turning them back to keep an eye around the area. She had seen her face before she was sure it was locked within the confines of her mind along with many other students, but her name, that seemed on the tip of her tongue was at a loss. It would seem she would be needing more study time in order to remember the many students of Hircine High.

“I hope your time within the school has been pleasant and the knowledge has been accessible for you, Miss?”

She said with a smile as she addressed the question towards the student.

[Bix]

New Acquantences
The Woman Alone

Bix was not needy. Needing the company of others. Was not something she was all too concerned about. Company was not needed. Company was not always wanted. But perhaps. Companionship instead. It all depended. However. On the woman that sat beside her. The woman that seemed as though. She was lost as well. Perhaps not down the same road as Bix herself. But instead down a different path. One that led in a different direction. Bix said nothing. In regards to her comment about being company. It mattered not for her. If the woman found her odd. She could leave. Afterall. Bix was Bix. And she would not be changing. She wished not to.

The woman sat errect. As though she was a marinett. Strings pulled taught. Perhaps in a way that she was. Older than Bix for sure. Yet, the age was indefinate. It did not call out to the witch. But many times. Age was not easily guessed. She oft looked older than she was. With the way she carried herself. The woman spoke again. Catching the attention. Of Bix. She listened. Faculty. It seemed that the woman was. Afterall. Inquiring about her time here. The education that she was obtaining within the halls. Then calling her Miss.

"Time here. Passes quickly. The halls. Violence fills them. The sent of blood. Present around each corner. Curses ring out. For all ears to hear. Challenges. Raids. Pain. Much fills this hall. Much that is chaotic."

Bix said softly. Her voice was sure. Confident. And yet low in tone. Almost a whisper. She looked over at the woman only now. Sapphire orbs. From behind her blue tinted hair. The girl was a strange one. Rumors abounded about her. Yet, she cared not. She would not change, until she herself decided to.

"Education. Seeps in through the mind. Wrinkles created upon the matter of grey." Bix went on. "Education I seek. Education I recieve. Faculty, you must be. Your name? I am unaware of the title."

[Victoria Alexander]

Victoria could tell the student was perceptive and ignored the fact that when she said miss, the student didn't follow with a name. The student rather seemed to be observing her. But nothing was hidden, rather it blatant with Victoria’s words and with her, as she thought, sleek way of dress.

Professional rather than comfortable. What she wouldn’t give for her worn-in boots and jeans. A Principle dressing in that matter wouldn’t be considered serious enough about the job. At least toward her older peers.

“Principle Alexander, but you can just call me Victoria.”

She then turned her body more towards the direction of the student. A more direct way then facing front while trying to have a conversation.

“It is true, blood shed has been thrown on these walls but things will change. Change that normally takes time and patience. As well as understanding from students."

She rubbed her top hand on her bottom as they laid in her lap.

"I will not lie and say it wont be hard on students but again what change is easy. Its more or less like getting your teeth pulled or so I have heard."

She smirked lightly. She knew a few people scared of change. The fact that it was for the better helped in the end but there would always be someone having to be behind that person shoving them along. There always needed to be reassurance.

Looking around once more she watched as another student breezed past them, shuffling things within their arms no doubt heading for a classroom.

Victoria turned her eyes back onto the pale girl beside her. She couldn't help but admire her way of thinking. In a way she wouldn't be surprised if this girl has a way of speaking in riddles.

"I'm sure your mingling well with other students?"

Victoria's question seemed rather idiotic and pre-rehearsed since she had tried to make it a priority in meeting new students. She couldn't just ask them, well what type of music or movies do you like. It wouldn't be professional of her, not to mention students rarely mingle with the school staff in such a nonchalant manner.

((ooc-Sorry for the tardiness..again. My mothers in Vegas and Ive been pulling double duty at my job and her shop..Its wearing me out lol))

[Bix]

Faculty
Friend in Disguise?

Principal Alexander. A principal. Which meant. That she was high up there. Was she the only principal? She was unsure. Because there were times. When there was more than one. But it seemed rude to ask. Such a question. The woman held power. Within her hands. And that was enough for Bix. She shifted. Upon the bench. So that she was facing Bix. A bit more. Than before. But the principal. Who wished to be called. Victoria. Told her. That blood had indeed. Been thrown upon the walls. But that change. Was in the works. But patience and change. Came as a package. And slowly. Bix let the right side of her lips quirk up slightly. In a slight smirk. She was right. Many bucked change. Preferring the system current. No matter if it was causing. Pain and strife.

The woman inquired then. A question of Bix. To if she was mingling well. With the other students. Her peers. The violent masses. That moved through the hallways. Though. She was with Pine. But, that was not common knowledge. In school. It was as if they were mere acquaintences. But behind closed doors. They were warm and happy. With one another. Bix shifted. Turning slightly. As Victoria had done. So that. They could almost face one another.

"Not quite." her answer was simple. "Unique, stands outside, the crowd, it does."

Bix tilted her head to the side.

"Introductions, I have forgotten. Bix, I go by."

It was not her real name. Only Pine knew her real name. Only Pine knew anything about her. But that was. The way that she wanted it. It was pointless for others. To know things that would. Benefit no one. Especially not her.

"Mingle well, you as well?" she asked, with a grin. There was a slight inkling. That herself. And Victoria were perhaps. Cut from similar cloth.

((OoC: No worries, I know what it is to be busy))

[Victoria Alexander]

“Well, Bix, no one ever understands difference and they must accept that. But unique is beautiful and one must always stick true to themselves before conforming.”

She grinned. She was the wrong person saying that since she was dressed in a manner that was abnormal to her at least she was able to stick to her dark colors. Thou she did miss sporting her red tinted shades.

“Well I guess I’m the wrong person to speak of uniqueness since I seemed to have conformed for my job. And when you go out into the world your forced to step aside from uniqueness but if you find something that you enjoy, perhaps it happens without the realization or disappointment. Course you could always find something that is similar to your style and taste that you wouldn’t have to worry about silly dress codes from old stiffs.”

Victoria laughed.

“As for my mingling, it is unfortunately not as easy as yours. I have to deal with grumpy old men as superiors. But the teachers are nice even though its hard to be on the same turf with my title as well as my age. Its not often you find your superior being at least a good 10-20 years younger than yourself.”

She paused.

“I’ve only been in the area for about a year now. And I haven’t really made it a means to find others my age to mingle with but Im sure with time I will find more accompaniment. And if I don’t I will be able to fly back to New York for holidays and spend time with my misfit family.”

She smirked and a small laugh.

“You remind me of them. Strange as it sounds. The crowd I run with are mostly made up of runaways but don’t let that fool you. Their styles range from everything. Heh, a good example would be my boys.”

She patted at her black jacket to find a metal case. She opened it, pulling out what looked like an old over folded paper, pieces of clear tape seemed to be the only thing holding it together. She unfolded it carefully and handed over to Bix. “This gang of guys are my family, my banger boys. They are only a small part of my misfit family but they are the closest.”

She pointed to each one as she named them.

“You got Jackson, Spyder, Ash, Joe, Steve, George, and Tak” She paused as she looked at the picture with a smile. “Tak spent a little time with me before heading back to New York with the other boys. Its been about three years since I’ve seen the rest of them.” Her smile seemed to fade with that thought. “But I plan to visit over the holiday season.” Her tone seemed to be more for herself than Bix.