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Post by Rachel Dávill on Feb 9, 2009 23:04:32 GMT 1
The library was supposed to be quiet, and true enough students generally kept their voices down, but today it was pretty busy. Near the holidays people try to get all their work done so they don't have to do it on their days off. Footsteps and books being dropped and handled were making enough noise, not to mention that slight, weird hum coming from all their dense brains trying to work.
Most people talked anyway, group work and discussions, or copying each others notes. Generally speaking, it was a noisy day, but none of these irritations reached Rachel's ears, thanks to her loud, sound isolating seinmaster headphones, blaring melodic Death Metal into her battle hardened ears. The syncopation of the lyricless bands and the poet Carol Ann Duffy made a nice combination in Rachel's mind. She imagined herself, lead of her own Heavy Metal band, singing the songs she heard in the words she read. It was nice times for her, especially since she did not have to work at the moment.
The lack of friends, or associates at this school made social get-togethers and events a rarity, so she wanted to save her work, so she would not get to bored over the long holidays. Every table was almost packed. Almost eight per at this point and rising. She was in the corner, a table still to herself, her poetry books scattered around, as well as her purse, her MP3 player, her cigarette case, and a black coffee. She jotted a few notes on the poem, some of the underlying metaphors and backing messages. She wasn't paying full attention.
It was clear eventually the rest of the tables will be filled, and there will be an inevitable forced social event. Who knows, maybe she would like the person, but Rachel always stayed pessimistic. 'If i hate them, i would have expected it. If i like them, good...win win.' she thought to herself briefly, before she became re obsessed with her tasks.
She was interrupted. Her table shook a little, and a small thud reached her ears. She looked up slowly and mundanely to see a girl sat there, a little younger than herself. The girl sneered at her sarcastically, her boyfriend giggling in the background. "Y'know..." she began, as Rachel turned back down to her work. "if you weren't so ugly, i'd wonder why you were hanging out in the dark, cobweb corner." Rachel rubbed her eyes with her index finger and thumb, and sighed aggressively. She zoned out most of the girl's future comments, but she could hear more of the immature, uneducated comments coming her way.
Rachel looked up quickly, and blew her bangs out of her face. "Listen Britney." She began, her French accent very promminant, probably taking away a bit of credit from what's to come, "One day when your about 21, and you realise what an uneducated bitch you are, your going to ask yourselves some serious questions and come to the realisation that those 'people'" she said, indicating inverted comma's with her fingers, "you hang out with are idiots, and that you should have spent your time studying. But don't worry, by the time you figure that out you would have been jobless for a fair few years, and be close to death from the STI you got working as a streetwalker." There was a pause as the girl gritted her teeth, speechless.
"Now fuck off." Were her final words before she readjusted her headphones and continued working. She was a nice girl, but people like that got to her. She was asking for it anyway.
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Post by pinefresh on Feb 10, 2009 6:50:02 GMT 1
Today was an event for Pine. It was the day he stepped into the school library for the first time in several months. It had come to the attention of several of his men that Pine was avoiding the library like a plague. The story continued to grow after a few weeks and it was believed that Pine did it out of fear. The belief was that Pine was afraid of the little blond librarian and avoided the library to avoid her. Of course, as you can guess, this really pissed Pine off. So instead of just beating the crap out of the members who started said rumor he decided to put it to rest.
So that afternoon not to long before the holidays Pine put on his armband and made his way to the library. Now there were only a few occasions Pine ever put on his armband and the most common was a fight. In this case Pine was wearing it to prove a point to his men. He was not afraid. Pine walked into the library and looked around, the place was packed. It was packed full of students who were busy doing last minute assignments or trying to get their holiday homework done so they would be free for the entire break. The only problem Pine found was trying to find a seat so he slowly made his way through the rows of tables to find one.
At this point another problem occurred, no one wanted to sit with him. It seemed by wearing the armband he also attracted some negative attention and any network member would not want to sit with him anyways. So Pine was forced all the way to the back tables. As he approached he could hear an altercation taking place between the two girls at the table. The first one was just being a bitch and needed to be slapped. The second replied with the same amount of venom. Pine recognized the voice of the second as Rachel. Pine had to bite his bottom lip to stop from laughing as he came up to the table. When he reached it he looked at the girl he didn't know and smile.
"I think you just got told..." He began and punctuated the rest of his sentence by tapping his armband as he spoke. ...i suggest you leave." With that he sat down at the table and looked over at Rachel who seemed to have lost herself in her work. Pine reached across and tapped the table just above the book she was reading. He would wait for her to look up and adjust her headphones before he spoke. "Long time no talk Rachel, how goes it?" He would ask before pulling out some of his own work.
"Oh and we generally call it an STD not STI. But I think you got your point across."
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Post by Rachel Dávill on Feb 10, 2009 19:27:29 GMT 1
Rachel glanced up, seeing through her thin carefully styled bangs to see a familiar face, and memorable stocky body attached. Rachel looked back at her work as Pine approached again. He whispered something to that bitch, she hoped it was something snide. As maliciously satisfying as it was, she doubted, but hoped it would help in a way. It's not like she was suddenly going to turn her life around, but hey, it was something to think about at least. She pretended to read more, and listened to her music. She was just waiting for Pine to realise her's was the only available table.
She did not hear, or see Pine, but felt him sit down opposite her. She did not look up yet. Call it hard to get. She saw his hand just above her book and looked up slowly. She took her headphones off her ears, and let them rest on her shoulders, still blaring music. She had not seen Pine in a few months now. "I guess i have not quite got all your American synonyms." She said with a smile to him. She crossed her legs, and rested her cheeks in her hands.
His eyes were blue. She could of sworn they were green last time they met. She turned back down to her work, and wrote another note. She avoided answering his inital question. "So Pine, she began." Looking up shortly after, her French accent very apparent, "What brings you here? Beating the rush like everyone else?"
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Post by pinefresh on Feb 11, 2009 2:55:20 GMT 1
(OOC: Why hello there Sedrix, I assume that would be Sedrix West? ;D) Rachel avoided his question. Based on the confrontation he just saw he assumed it was not good. She was tiny but she wasn't ugly. He would say she was cute but a bit of an acquired taste. Pine had hit on her the first time they met but now circumstances had changed. Pine had a girlfriend so he had to play nice today. He would be sure not to make any move that implied he was interested in her. He was sure if Bix saw she would cut his balls off for the trouble and Pine kind of liked his balls. So he would keep this in the friend zone. "Yes and no...I have already finished most of my holiday homework so I have almost nothing to do. I came here because...I haven't been in here in a while and figured I should stop by and see what was going on. I assume by the array of books you have strewn around that you are here to get your work done."Pine's observation was rather straight forward. Books + notes + Library = homework. He could hear the music blaring from her headphones. She wore them the same way he did outside of school. Pine had to go buy a new pair as the ones he wore yesterday were ruined in a fight. During the incident Pine's eyes had teared up when they broke. Like any good Varronite that sadness turned into anger and the offender had his face smashed in with an elbow. He really needed to stop listening to music when he fought. Still he didn't know what she was listening too and was curious. "What is that you're listening to?" He asked quizzically hoping she didn't try and dodge this question as she did the first. |
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Post by Rachel Dávill on Feb 11, 2009 17:15:20 GMT 1
ooc: Whoopsey! i was posting with him on ziare.proboards23.com earlier. Check it out by the way, it's been pretty inactive recently. Pine had seen her visage, and skipped his initial question, which was nice of him. She had seen better days, and was in no real mood to talk about it. She was tired of the whole speaking emotions things, mostly due to her dick psychiatrist. She just wanted a normal chat, that's all. He then explained why he was here. "Not really..." she replied honestly, "Just flicking through some stuff, listening to some music, i'm quite bored." "Oh yeah it's still on..." She said mundanely, fidgeting for her MP3 player to pause it. She kind of hoped Pine was into that sort of music but she doubted it. The heavy metal scene seemed pretty diluted at this school. "It's a band called Bathory. They come from Norway, so not many have heard of them, but i like it." She put her MP3 back down. She had always been into heavy metal, since before she could remember. She loved the energy, and the passion behind it's aggression. "My favourite place to be is a heavy metal concert. You haven't seen everything until you see a four foot girl take on a bunch of big guys in a mosh pit." She smiled up at him. "Well, what music do you listen to?" she could guess the answer from his appearance. She would guess he was into the same R&B and hip hop as everyone else, but she was open to be surprised. His expensive clothes and sportswear gave him away a little though. |
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Post by pinefresh on Feb 11, 2009 21:37:58 GMT 1
(OOC: People still post there? Really? Damn I may have to make a thread there then.)
~Haven't seen anything until you've seen a four foot girl get smashed around like a rag doll is what she really means.~ The little voice in his head countered rather quickly. Of course Pine just replied with a small smile. "I'd have to take your word on that...I can't say I would really want to see what happens. I might feel a little bad for the 6'0 guy you slam to the ground." He joked before she asked him about what type of music he listened too.
"That is a very good question and the answer is... Depends on what I'm doing." He answered honestly before realizing he had to elaborate a little by what he meant. "When I work out I listen to Trance music. I like the constant beat that always seems to be full of energy. If it's European it's far better because I cannot understand what they are saying so I focus solely on the beat. If I'm trying to take a nap or wined down I listen to classical. If I'm just out and about I listen to rock music...all kinds but mostly alternative. Outside of System of a Down I never really got into metal music if you can even consider them metal. I do on occasion listen to Rap and Hipity-Hop as they do have some good stuff from time to time. Also different music helps me study for different subjects...but I think if I continue on you might get bored." Pine said and pulled out one of his notebooks so he could at least pretend to be busy.
His eyes cast over the books and they all looked to be poetry of one form or another. He also noticed what looked like a cigarette case. ~An Emo that smokes, a little cliche for my taste. Might fit yours though, you date a blue haired girl that talks like Yoda~ It seemed his little alter ego was on a roll today. Pine had to hand it to the voice it was right on the money. All he could think in response was, ~Fuck you guy~
"Are you an aspiring poet by any chance?" Pine asked in a effort to keep the conversation going.
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Post by Rachel Dávill on Feb 12, 2009 0:12:40 GMT 1
Rachel took his detailed answer well. He clearly loved his music, and thought about his answers. That put him up a notch in her book. Notch one. Though she did also think he was bragging when he began with what he listens too 'when working out'. Her eyes rolled in her mind. He also took out a notebook. She noticed him glancing over some of the items on her table. She was setting herself to be quite the stereotype.
She snorted a little at his next question. "No, i am no where near depressed enough." She replied sarcastically. "I mean, this woman. A lesbian raised in a catholic home, whose parents abandoned her just after she told them. After that she wrote a bunch of twisted poems about knife crime and murder, her awards were stripped from her, and she killed herself." She paused for a second.
"Yet, because of this, she has produced some of the best poetry i have ever read...I mean the story is the same for most of the great poets." She closed her book with that. "I do not particularly want to be a poet, it's just poetry interests me. Well, all literature does. It's pretty much the only thing that makes sense in my opinion." She placed the previous poetry book in her bag, and retrieved a John Clare collection.
"This is a bit better. Happier." She muttered as she flicked through a few pages. "What are you doing?" She said, realising he wasn't really doing much work. "You said you have already done most of your work. What are you doing here?"
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Post by pinefresh on Feb 12, 2009 2:17:12 GMT 1
~Is that sarcasm or are you just happy to see me?~ The little voice in his head said.
~You know I liked it better when you were quite~ Pine thought back in an attempt to shut the voice up for a little. He hated his conscience it seemed to have a mind of it's own on a good day. On a bad day it never shut up. Probably the only times it was quiet was in the middle of a fight or when he was sleeping. It was the only time his voice was not needed.
"I would have to agree with you about the poetry. Many of the best poets of our time and a few centuries ago were all depressed. Before that when you go back to the times of the Samurai or the Elizabethans or even the Dark Ages you see poetry was written by relatively happy people. Then again, I guess in our day and time we are more interested in pain than we are happiness." Pine said just before he was asked again what he was doing here.
"Well it looks like I'm about to do some essay writing. Though I suppose that isn't what your asking is it? I guess right now I'm playing catch up with someone I haven't seen in a while. Picking up where we left off in a manner of speaking I guess. Why, would you like me to fuck off just like the girl?" He asked with a smile wondering at the answer she would give.
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Post by Rachel Dávill on Feb 12, 2009 17:29:47 GMT 1
"It's sad that. Though the people from the dark ages certainly had a lot to be depressed about." She responded to his slight philosophy. Pine took her next remark with hostility however. She never intended it to sound aggressive, at all. Truth is she wasn't doing much work either, just passing them time really.
Though curiously he was smiling at her. She had encountered a few scenarios like this, in which because of her foreign linguistics she could not quite deceiver tone.
She was determined to keep her cool, so she simply replied. "No. Your not a bitch." A vague compliment. She looked down for a moment then continued. "I'm glad you came over actually, i was getting quite bored." She smiled back at him, her pencil span in between her fingers. Nervous habit.
"Essay writing huh?" She asked mundanely. They were running out of conversation topics, it was getting slightly awkward. Still better than sitting alone though. "Anything in particular?"
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Post by pinefresh on Feb 13, 2009 17:09:27 GMT 1
(OOC: Victory! 200 Posts!!!!)
Pine began to laugh when Rachel said he was not a bitch. It seemed Pine needed to work more on his sarcasm. Pine was quickly silenced by a library volunteer. Pine shrugged his shoulders and nodded to the volunteer. Pine, though a gang leader, made sure he followed his own rules and therefore the school rules. After all, you could not protect a school if you do not abide by it's rules. Since this was not a gang related matter the volunteer held more authority here than Pine did. As such, Pine had to accept what the volunteer had done.
Rachel then asked a question. A question Pine did not know the answer to off-hand. "That's a good question...I should probably read the instructions to find out." He said and flipped his notebook back to the front page where it had a pocket for loose papers. Pine pulled out the assignment and began to read it. He groaned and put the paper down when finished.
"Shakespeare."Pine said and rubbed his temples. "I hate Shakespeare." It was bad enough Pine did not fully understand what was going on in the book but writing an essay about something you do not understand is even worse. Then Pine got an idea for his next joke, his eyes brightened and a small smirk appeared on his face. "Since you seem to like stuff like this would you mind writing the essay for me?" Pine asked his face changing to one of mock pleading. "Pwitty Pwease?"
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