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Post by Bix on Dec 28, 2008 4:11:28 GMT 1
Explaination Learning New Bix walked. She listened to. Her ears perked. For information. That she might find. Useful. She was always quiet. People forgot often. That she was there. And therefore. She found. that she learned. A lot of pertinent information. Things that others. Probably wouldn't want her to know. Things that people. Were trying to keep a secret. And she learned things. That she kept to herself. She was good at espionage. She waited though, as they walked. Listening. To Pine. Inform the other. About what the gang was. She had known. Though Pine had told her some. The halls of the school. Had told her more. And now her own. Boyfriend. Was giving her detention. For using a 'weapon'. On herself. Lame, indeed. As they reached. The landing. She looked up. To see Pine pass her. And open the door. For her and the other. She reached into her bag. Pulling out her umbrella. Some sun. Had broken through the clouds. And she was phobic. One might say. Of the sun. It was not so simple. It was a personal choice. Not to let the sun. Touch her skin. The damage. Was irrepairable. If it did. And she felt as though. Her body. Was something to care for. Not throw away. The lace unbrella. Unfurled with a button press. And over her head. It went. As she stepped out. Onto the hot. Sunny roof top. With the other one. Close behind. Pine followed up. Bix moved. Not to the edge. But to a small wall. That housed. The AC unit. And leaned there. Relaxed. While the two continued. To speak. The other one. Asked how. He might could repay them. Bix thought. For a moment. About blood. But blood willingly given. For no cause what so ever. Was powerless. It only held power. When given. For a specific reason. It held power. For that reason. Or protection. Against the opposite. However. Blood violently taken. Was a loose cannon. But ever so powerful. Her head tilted to the side. Cold blue eyes. Surveyed the boy. He could perhaps. Be an interesting project. To enjoy. But, that was for another time. She did not want to cause. Issues with Pine. Instead. She loved her life. Right were it was. "Payment, need not be necessary." explained Bix. "Voluntary, this was. Beneficial, for you." She was trying. Hard. To be nice to someone she didn't know. It was hard. She was not used. To letting someone in. But she knew. That it. Was what Pine wanted. He hoped. That she would become. More normal. But she had been. Bix for so long. Pushing people away. Keeping them at bay. She felt as though. She would not be able. To fully open. Not to people. At least. Often. Pine was so far. The exception. But there she stood. Underneath the shade. Of her black lace. Umbrella. Watching him. Trying to be open. Though she knew. To him. It would see. Likely. She was as cold. As ever. "Your voice, strange and foreign, it is. France, believe I?" she asked. Trying to connect. Trying desperatly.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 29, 2008 3:41:00 GMT 1
Pine shook his head at Evek's comment. He was looking in the right direction but was jumping to the wrong conclusion. Though Pine could see why he might jump to that conclusion based on what was said. In this case some sort of clarification needed to be made.
"Not quite. I see why you might think that but you are missing the big picture. The school is safe because the Principals continue to take action. That is why you see security guards walking the halls and cameras on the walls. The school captain makes sure everyone does what they are supposed to be doing. He has the help of Genaht to see to that. They are the lowest form of enforcement here with no more power than average hall monitors. The can catch you, take you to the office and make sure you get disciplined. If needed they act as crowd control and aid the security guards."
In truth, Pine was slightly down-playing what they actually did. In fact they spent a great deal of time training for the time Paragon comes a calling. After two months Pine was confident his men could take on a larger force of Paragon students with little trouble. Assuming they were not to greatly outnumbered. Even then, within the walls of the school they could hold out until the police arrived. For Genaht it was all a matter of when. Pine could wait, and he would be sure to take down as many as possible before he fell. A leader men followed was one who led from the front.
When they made it up the stairs Evek thanked them for the help and offered repayment. Before he could speak Pine heard Bix open her mouth. Could it be she was actually making an effort to talk to someone besides Pine? It was times like this he wished he carried his camera. He wanted a picture of this moment so he could remember it. He would stand there and allow the two to attempt to converse until he found reason to insert himself into the conversation. He was quite content to just stand and watch his girlfriend try.
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Post by Evek on Jan 2, 2009 2:25:38 GMT 1
Once more, Bix's insight put me on the defensive. She really was a sharp one. If I'm going to have fun with her, I'd have to use caution. As for Pine, it seems that his judgment becomes mildly clouded anytime the situation revolves around Bix; that was a fact that I made sure that I was going to exploit in the future, should an entertaining opportunity arise. But, for now, I'll just answer the girl's question.
"Oui! I arrived from France three days ago."
I said, sitting on the ground as I beamed at her. This girl had a tough outer shell, that was obvious. All I could do for now is to try and soften her up, but that didn't mean that I didn't have a question or two of my own. Lifting my head to get a better look at her parasol, I raised an eyebrow, which was an imperceptible movement, with my beanie almost covering my eyes. With that ever present smile, I wondered out loud.
"Sensitive to sunlight?"
I shrugged, showing that my consideration for that fact wasn't too great, as if it was an entirely mundane fact that a person would dislike the sunlight. But, truth be told, an entirely different story was going on in the inside. This was a unique dimension, a particular characteristic that Bix had, and this particularity had one sole purpose now: to be exploited for the sake of my own personal entertainment. Still, I can't show my fangs, wearing sheep's clothing is what I do best, and I shall stick to that until the end.
"Let's just say that I owe one small favor to each of you . You can ask for it anytime, no expiry date. D'accord?"
Oh, a promise! People always fall for them. It's hilarious how distraught one becomes when the other party doesn't keep his word. Keeping my word would strengthen my artificial bond with these two, but I'm personally hoping for them to ask me that favor at the most critical of moments. Double-crossing them at that moment would be like transforming that knife in the back into a bloody chainsaw: gruesomely entertaining.
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Post by Bix on Jan 2, 2009 17:33:50 GMT 1
Disturbing Quiet Chill up the Spine The answer. Came a bit of French. And English. Bix. Knew a slight bit. Of French. But only a handful. Her father. Was French. Had not come. From the country. But her grandfather. Had. And he spoke French. Fluidly. Regardless. She was not the type. To show. Any knowledge. It was pointless. To give all one's. Cards away. At once. So she merely. Stood there. Under the umbrella. Allowing the parasole. To cover her body. To shade her skin. From the harmful rays. Of the sun. He spoke more. Saying that he. Had come from France. Just three days past. She showed no reaction. Though curious. She was. As to which part. Of France. He hailed from. But perhaps. Those answers. Would come. Another time. If they met again. He seemed. Surprised. By her parasole. Pine however. Had seen many. She had a collection. Some from Japan. This particular. From France. a gift from. Her grandfather. On her previous. Birthday. She however. Never brought. Her favorite. to school. Things here. Got destroyed. And so. She left that. In Pine's apartment. He spoke. Of her parasole then. Wondering. If she was sensitive. To sunlight. A slow grin. Crossed her face. She had been. On the other side. Of light. She was not. Afraid. Of being harmed. But she also knew. Quite well. You never. Never. Gave everything away. People. Were too nice. Too open. They trusted. Too easily. Bix. Did not trust. Only Pine. Had achieved. And deserved. That sentiment. To put it bluntly. ...she did not. Even trust. Her family... "It would, seem so." She would. Play into that for now. For even Pine. Had never really. Asked about her. Affinity. For the shade. It was. Usually. Not that important. But for now. She would lead him. Upon the false trail. Of perhaps. Him believing. His assumption. He promised then. That he would. Do them a favor. One day. Should they ask. Bix. Fought herself. So she would not. Roll her deep eyes. She looked instead. Right at him. Studying his eyes. For a moment. Gleaming what she could. Which. Was not much. "Perhaps indeed, when the time. Is right." Bix's eyes. Traveled. To the gravel roof. In front of her shoes. She shifted. Her weight slightly. Before her deep. Mysterious eyes. That held a world of knowledge. Behind them. Focused again. On the one from. Another country. "Travel, a long way, you did. Come here, however, for what?" Bix wondered allowed. A question, and yet. Were it not. Answered. It was not. Important. Merely. That she was curious. In her own way. She hoped. That she too. Could learn more. Bix. Was so often. Underestimated. They never realized. Her potential. She carried. Within her. Great information. Bix was an observer. Gathering things. From her environments. Saving them. For days. When it could. Become useful. Somehow. But for now. It was all. Within her body. Locked within. Her mind. But. No one knew. And no one. Ever thought. About the quiet. Strange one. In the back of the room. The one who's eyes. Took in everything. They pushed her. Out of their minds. Which was. More often than not. A benefit. She wondered though. Why Pine. Said nothing. why he stood. Away from her. not coming. To her. Nor to Evek. Not really. Joining. In the conversation. She would have. To ask him later.
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Post by Evek on Jan 6, 2009 19:54:37 GMT 1
"Why did I come here? Good question."
It is criminal to keep secrets from this one, I suspect. Her questions are never harmless, they're always on a sensitive nerve. If I hadn't known better, I'd say this was an interrogation. Luckily, my smile showed a completely different hand. It appeared as if I was pondering on what details I should reveal, which wasn't entirely untrue. Tapping my chin twice with my right index, I looked at the floor for a second before deciding on my response. With a friendly, calm tone, I answered.
"It's a complicated affair, but I guess you deserve a small explanation, since you asked so nicely."
There was some emphasis on the word small, as I complimented my words with a little display of the fingers, holding index and thumb close to each other, without having them touch, just to show a tiny space between them. People usually enjoy visual add-ons to verbal explanations. That still didn't mean that it was an easy formula. Look at how boring power point presentations can be when the job isn't done right, but I digress. Those thoughts aside, I gave an explanation to Bix.
"Long story short: I received an invitation, and accepted it. I was noticed for my musical skills."
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 7, 2009 18:53:31 GMT 1
Around Bix it was safe to say Pine did not pay too much attention to anything else. It wasn't really his fault, it was just the way he was. At times he could be rather closed minded and miss things that he should have noticed. In a sense she was truly his weakness.
By removing himself from the conversation to allow Bix the opportunity to communicate with another person Pine was concentrating on the actions and dialogue of both people. The conversation sounded more like an interrogation than anything. Still both were talking but as they did certain questions came up.
When it came to Bix, Pine never really thought to ask about the umbrella. He just assumed it was a little quirk of hers. Something to go with her more Gothic look. He never thought that she might actually have problems with the sun. The fact that Evek thought about such things and Pine didn't made him feel slightly embarassed. Something that could have been so important and a complete stranger picked up on it and her boyfriend didn't.
The more interesting person in the conversation was Evek. As Pine thought about it, their encounter had been a little off. Not so much what they were doing but how he had acted throughout the whole event. It was not uncommon to run into new students had help them find their way around school, Pine did it all the time. It was something he did even back at Varron where the people were far more violent. This student however had been playing warm and friendly the entire time. He was really trying to push the whole favor thing rather hard. It seemed rather unusual. Most people when told not to worry about it accepted that. Here was a boy that didn't seem to take no for an answer. As if he wanted to be in their debt. The question to that matter was why?
Pine's curiosity grew as Bix asked him as to why he transferred to Hircine. Her tone was that of the interrogator, had Pine been asked in that matter he probably would have become rather defensive. Evek just kept smiling as if to give nothing away. What he didn't realize was that his emphasis on one word gave him away. He emphasized the word 'small' meaning that this was indeed not a small matter to him. At least that is what Pine had noticed through his questioning of people. Emphasis meant something, depending on the rest of dialogue it had different meanings. In this case Pine saw it as it actually meaning a big matter he was trying to downplay. The short story was that of him being a singer and his talent brought him here.
That was funny, Pine could have sworn this state of the art school was for trouble makers. At least that is how Victoria explained it. It was for people that needed to be reformed. Not to mention, he did just say he arrived from France three days ago. Why not just go to one of the arts schools there? Why come to some no name school in the States? If Evek simply replied that he did not want to talk about it, his answer would have been accepted as honesty. He did not know Bix or Pine very well and not everyone wanted to share their past with people they just met. So why give an answer that was most likely a lie? What was he trying so hard to hide? Unless he was telling the truth and the sky was falling and pigs were flying. Pine held the same look on his face the entire time those two were talking. The only difference was that on the inside Pine was now wearing a vicious grin, one his enemies knew to fear. Pine was not going to interrupt the conversation.
~Keep him talking Bix. There just might be an armband in this for you.~
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Post by Bix on Jan 11, 2009 1:52:47 GMT 1
Liar Liar Elusive Conversations It was a common rule. That when someone. Repeated a question. It was to buy. Themselves time. It was not because. They had not heard. But they were. Either preparing to lie. Or to buy themselves time. In order to. Twist the truth. In a way. That could be passed. For the full truth. Or even. Enough of the truth. To be left. Unquestioned further. This however. Would not work on Bix. She saw it. Immediatly. But her face. Still gave nothing. Away, she. Did not want him to know. How her mind worked. She was sharp. When it came to things. She was interested in. Or perhaps. Were not school work. To Bix. School was uninteresting. It was the same. Year in and out. It never seemed. To change. Every year. While a few new subjects were touched. Mostly. It all remained. The very same. And to Bix. That was boring. His tone. Was controlled. Something. That to her. Meant that he. Was trying. To hide something. Though what. Was something she could not. Figure out at all. But she listened. As he told her. That because. She had asked nicely. He would tell her. What he had come for. Give her a 'small' answer. The emphasis. On the word. Was something. She did not miss. A invitation. Who got those? It was a death sentence. To be sent here. It was a place. That no one. chose to come to. She was shocked. That he thought. That was valid. Almost made her laugh. But instead. She merely shifted. Onto her other leg. Putting her weight. On the other side. He continued. To tell her. That he was noticed. For his musical skills. She was shocked. Afterall. This was not an academy. This place. Had no reputation. That led to scholarship. There was no. Fantastic. Music program. There was none of that. She was not even sure. They had a band here. "You play. Inticing. What exactly? Does your talent lie in?"
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Post by Evek on Jan 13, 2009 16:18:25 GMT 1
My talent?
First degree murder.
"The violin."
That was the truth if Bix was asking about which one of my talents attracted the attention of this high school's staff to such an extent that they offered me to come here to study abroad. I came here to learn under the American education system, but I also came to help revamp the institution's image by putting its music program on the map, as an instructor, that is. But if there was one recently acquired talent I was particularly proud of, it was the unprecedented height at which I had brought my standards at delivering tragedies before arriving here. Alas, society would find the existence of a human being that takes pleasure in taking the lives of his peers in a calculated manner as a shocking example of mental illness and inhuman amorality. I must admit that the death of a person brings pain to lots of people. I myself would be quite saddened if my parents died. I know more than anyone else that what I do is wrong, but I have this little game going on between myself and the world. How far can I go with my spreading of multiple calamities before I get caught? I got away with murder, the next logical step would be mass murder, but I'm going to keep that achievement in reserve. If I progress too quickly, I'd be forced to bring an end to this world by the time I'm eighteen, and I don 't want to end my run that rapidly.
Have I told you how much this whole conversation was turning into an interrogation? I was feeling quite the aura of suspicion emanating from these two, they really were onto my case, despite the fact that I was a total stranger to them less than fifteen minutes ago. One question after the other were being sent my way, and they were getting more delicate and precise with each reply. I was considering changing the subject of the conversation in order to get out of this downward spiral, but I was afraid that such a maneuver would show these two that I was on the defensive, if it wasn't obvious enough by now. Things back in France never got so complex. When I visited Paris, the people I met were trusting enough to answer my questions without wanting to know what I ate for lunch the night before, but I guess manners and social customs vary from country to country, and being a prime suspect for some hypothetical crime just because I arrived and put an extra effort in making friends and connections in order to get a foothold in my new environment was quite normal here in the States. It was probably caused by the residual paranoia remaining from the whole September the 11th affair, but I wasn't in the mood to dwell on sociological theories, I was worried about getting out of this situation with a good impression. An idea then came to my mind, and I responded to it with a mental shrug. I might as well play their game, and make them realize how pointless this whole questioning is. With a playful smile, I spoke up with a joking voice.
"Come on, next question. What else do you want to know about me? Do I enjoy wine and cheese? Do I prefer men or women? What is my sign? Ask, and you shall receive! An answer, of course. I'm no genie."
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Post by Bix on Jan 15, 2009 16:59:45 GMT 1
Joking How Dull The violin. He answered. Perhaps that was true. She had never. Heard of a violin player. Good enough to come here. But then again. With the lack. Of a scholarship. Program. But she figured. That there was. No reason to mention. Such. He was knew. And so. He likely. Thought this. A valid excuse. To his travels. From another country. And to this one. To a school. That had no special. Music program. She knew that. It was impossible. But then again. She could not. Pretend to know. Everything. So she would have. To sit back. And just listen. And observe. As she normally did. Bix was good. At what she did. And she felt as though. Often overlooked. She was. But perhaps. That was for the best. Allowing her to gather. What she desired. And keep it. To herself until. There was time to. Use the information. He was there. In that spot still. And she in her own. Pine was merely. Watching the two. She was unsure. If there was a reason. She hoped. He was not. Angry with her. And she hoped. That this. Was not what most. Would consider flirting. Afterall. Bix had never. Even flirted with Pine. She was unsure how. So she felt. Worried. That she might harm. her love. Perhaps not though. He was probably. Already still angry. About the blade. And her wrist. As well as. Having to give her detention. But to say. In front of many. That she was his girlfriend. He was probably. Most displeased about that. Her eyes though. Never went to his. Never to show a weakness. Never to let on. How much. She truly did care. For Pine. It was a lonely. Black and white world. When he was. Not around. But she. Did not want to seem. Clingy. Or the least bit. As though she was pushing him. In any direction. But merely to remain. At his side. Was enough. For her right now. Instead her eyes. Remained on Evek. As he proclaimed. She could ask anything. Joking. That he was not. A genie. But would answer anything. Alike. "An instrument with you, I do not see. However, enjoy to hear. Your music, I would." she stated calmly. Never hurt. To make sure. That he could play. Bix watched him. Oh she had more questions. That was sure. The curiosity of a witch. Was never sated. She was constantly reading. Constantly learning. constantly gathering information. She was the kind of woman. That enjoyed. Having the upper hand. When she could. In most situations. She did find it funny. More odd though. That while she. Constantly asked him. The questions she wished to know. He. Had only really. Asked one. Perhaps he was intimidated. Perhaps he was.. ah yes. Egotistical. He tried not to be. Tried to hide it. And yet he was. He enjoyed. To talk of himself. He had something. Within him. He was proud of. Almost as if he was hoping. She would breach. A specific subject. That she had not. As of yet to touch. And that he. Could bask. In the warm glow. Of the spotlights. Pointed directly at him. "Your family then, gave their lives up. In France, to accompany you. To this Californian city? Or perhaps. Gave up their son. To allow you. Fair to America?"
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Post by Evek on Jan 22, 2009 3:41:57 GMT 1
Note to self: deliver a concerto these two in the near future. In other news, does this girl have any sense of delicacy within her? She's so sharp, even the words she uses feel like knives. This whole situation is tolerable, but definitely unpleasant. I am playing on the other team's home turf, such treatment is nothing unusual; but I don't know how long I am going to be able to retain my composure. I wonder when I could turn the tables on these two, especially Bix. It seems that some people are taking advantage of my easy-going attitude, and I'm not someone who takes abuse lightly. Still, the facade must stand. Transforming my genuine amusement toward the girl's expression into a light laugh. I took a moment to stall, just to make the fact that this whole conversation was actually an interrogation a bit less obvious. With a grin, I commented on the blue haired girl's question with a joking tone.
"Gave up their son, you make them sound like monsters!"
Shaking my head in mild disbelief at the odds of falling on such a unnerving individual on my first day, I looked up at the sky, silently speaking to God. Is this the newest obstacle that you have put on the path to my next masterpiece? Do you really think that she's going to be enough to put an end to my ignoble streak? I always enjoy a good challenge, so, mon Seigneur, I'm game. Tired of the heat accumulating above my scalp, I took off my hat and passed my hand through my hair, straightening its flow before letting the thousands of blond strands fall in their respective place. With a calm smile, I gave a short, concise and comprehensive answer.
"I'm here on my own."
Oh, now this is a nice opportunity to throw the ball back in their court! I should send the question back at Bix, and get some information in the process. It seems like a fair trade, no? With the same cool expression, I armed my tongue and shot the question out of my mouth, making sure that it kept some resemblance to the oh-so-charming question that the lady had asked moments ago.
"How about you? Did your parents give you up, their dear daughter, so you could study here?"
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