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Post by qn on Mar 13, 2013 17:52:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 500px, btable][atrb=class, slidebox, btable][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #101010;][atrb=valign, middle]words • 7 0 9 tagged • open notes • ^^; enter however. idc. | [atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, background: #fafafa; color: #444; font-family: 'arial narrow'; padding: 10px; width: 330px!important; line-height:98%;]▶ She had only stepped into the hallway for a few seconds, and in that heartbeat [or two] she could feel the pressure of the gazes set upon herself. She'd taught herself not to associate with those of lower status than herself --- she would have also followed through with that philosophy for the rest of her life had she not fallen from grace. Here she stood --- in the middle of a school, an absurd public school, being judged by her peers [or so she assumed because of the pain she felt from their stares]. But none of these really mattered to her --- she had chosen on her accord to wear her old school uniform with the emblem removed to school because she liked the style. It was somewhat formal but she enjoyed the feeling of being in sharp clothes.
She passed off the others' stares as just envy [for letting it get to yourself wouldn't do you any good] and began to set off towards the restroom. A couple of girls had been giggling inside when her fingers finally managed to push the bathroom door open. They gave her a glance, freezing their giggles before one of them raising an eyebrow and laughing [pointedly] "Hey freakshow, what's with the get up?"
Ignore. Keep on living peacefully --- girls like to provoke each other for reactions, to make the other kneel before themselves and cry, to beg for submission. None of these suited Ciara and therefore she wouldn't join in such a stupid event. But this girl seemed persistent. "Hey freakshow! Yoo-hoo?" Had her path been intercepted? One of the girls were standing between her and the restroom. Unfortunately, it was the only open stall. So she lifted her gaze and looked the one before her straight in the eye [still no comment].
Heartbeats. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Three.
"Excuse me." She nodded towards the girl in front of her.
"Oh! Excuse me ---- what are you, some high class bitch wannabe? We heard about you from the teacher. You transferred in because your father gambled off all your money and your mother is some loser isn't she? So what does that make you --- oh, let me think about this. Poor?" The three closed around her, but Ciara just stood there staring at the one between her and the empty stall [but her eyes seemed to go through the girl she stood before, her gaze empty (eerie)].
Still no response from Ciara --- she had gone beyond just being composed, she was stone. The three girls stared at her, prodded her [mentally] for a reaction. Nothing. With unbelief masked by giggles, they exited [not without one last stare back at the 'freak-show'] after pushing her onto the ground. Someone flushed and exited the stall only to stare at a pale haired girl sprawled on the floor. But being from the big city, she was well trained in the ways of ignoring the weird people or the losers and just moved towards the sink and left without a glance back.
Ciara, however, was finally showing her anger for herself and her life. She slowly pushed herself off the floor, mentally tsking at the water that'd soaked into her skirt and jacket. Wonderful. The thought of dirt on her clothes just kept irking her, eventually evolving into a strong headache [the just grew the more she thought of the dirt and mysterious liquid all over her clothes]. What more could she ask for? Pushing the bathroom stall open, a bucket of water rained down on her. Had this been the reason for their early escape? Did they plan on her entering just then [or did they see her coming and pre-plan it? were all the stalls even occupied? they easily could've locked all of them so she'd be forced into this one].
Irritating. Despicable. Peasants.
Drenched [and mildly pissed off], Ciara left the restroom and headed down the hallway [head still high despite her current state] and gathering more stares than before. At this point, she was willing to ruin her perfect attendance to simply get the hell out of there. Even with her pride, she was ready to run and remove her filthy clothes. They didn't deserve such treatment.
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Post by sc2 on Mar 17, 2013 14:49:20 GMT -5
あなたのことが好きです。 How he hated this place. It really didn't matter how long he'd been attending, the fact still remained. This school sucked. Or rather the many students that scattered the entire building. Luckily, he had gotten past the 'new guy' stage to the point not many people bothered him now. Aside from the occasional bully of course but that was just a given. He had enough qualities to attract them he supposed so there was really no hope in that situation. But at least he didn't have to deal with being the center of the gossip and rumors so much now in regards to his own drift from being one of the higher class families to the poor one he is now. So he was spared from such negative attention now. Good thing too. It got pretty stressful constantly being reminded your dead father fucked the rest of the family over by putting them in so much debt. No. That was old news now. The most he got nowadays were about him being gay which didn't phase him too much anymore. He was finally at a point where he was almost invisible to the rest of the students. Which was a place he was thankful to be. Granted, that meant someone else was bound to be the next victim. It just couldn't be avoided in high school really. Continuing down the hall, Jazz released a tired sigh, eagerly waiting for school to end yet hesitant at the same time. He had to head to work immediately after and hopefully manage to cram in homework after he gets off. It was really a never-ending cycle for him, one that was exhausting in general and left him tired almost constantly from lack of proper sleep. If he needed any more reason to want to get out of high school soon, that would be it. At least once he was graduated that would be one less thing he had to fit into his busy schedule. Of course it would probably be filled with more work hours soon after but at least he didn't have to deal with these people anymore, right? Might as well get used to working more anyways. Because with his mother disabled and sister far too young, they really had no other income. The thought only bothered him more and he closed his eyes with a groan as he turned a corner, unprepared for the awaiting collision he was about to be a part of. The simple bump was enough to shake him back to reality, instinctively reaching out and grabbing whomever he bumped into to make sure they were steady. Last thing he needed on his mind was him accidentally pushing someone to the ground. He kept silent though, the initial shocked look on his face returning to it's neutral stare as he continued to hold onto the girl, noticing by the contact that she happened to be soaked in what he could only assume to be water. and though as proud and proper she seemed to present herself, she looked very pissed off. it really didn't take him much to gather, especially given the gossip that's been going around about a new girl who's now poor after some gambling problems. a slight tinge of concern managed to cross his face before he finally released her, breathing out a simple and quiet apology as he stepped back to give her some room, prepared for whatever response she'd dish out. Though perhaps their roads varied a bit in the sense he wasn't as wealthy as she was rumored to be, he knew the feeling all too well and could understand what she was going through. It was rough going from high class to no class like this. She seemed to be carrying it a bit better than he had though. Where he was quick to try and blend in, she seemed to want to hold on to her status even if she was surrounded by other's who certainly believed otherwise. It was going to be difficult for her, and by the looks of it, she already got a taste of what was to come. But maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't make the same mistakes as him. He supposed he could tell her, offer her advice, but for all she knew, he was just another nobody. Which was exactly how he wanted it to remain. No need to open up old wounds, thank you very much. Though he still couldn't find himself ignoring her entirely, even if doing such a thing could help his social standpoint within the halls. He sighed at the thought as he shrugged off his large hoodie, holding it out to her with an expectant stare. "You are going to end up sick if you just keep walking around like that." he muttered. "You already got it wet from the collision so you might as well finish it off and get yourself a little dry." he continued bluntly. Hey, even if he was actually to blame for the bump in the first place, the fact still remained that her being drenched effected him somewhat. But at least he was trying to help, right? Of course, once again, he didn't know how exactly she'd respond to it. Or even his attitude for that matter. But even if she didn't accept the gesture, at least he'd have a clear conscience knowing that he tried. Then again, by the stares, he might have to deal with something else for helping out the new kid. He'd just cross that bridge when he came to it he supposed.
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Post by qn on Mar 17, 2013 18:37:39 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; border-bottom:solid 10px d56394; ,bTable][atrb=style,background-color:FCFCFC;]A bump. Sharp alarm --- was that human contact? No--- it must've been on purpose, but then she felt a warmth pulsing from her shoulder . She jumped, her eyes brought up from their invisible destination to focus on a face. A person. Someone was there, holding her for a brief moment. She forgot to count her heartbeats. She forgot to breathe. But only for a moment.
'Uh---' Her response was weak, her voice soft for she wasn't prepared for something normal, casual. She grasped for her instinctive answers, but the only that came to mind was 'Sorry'. She was prepared to move on from that moment, that pause, that confusion and he'd stepped aside and mirrored her words, implying that she would go forth with her plans. But before she could take more than half a step, she paused again because he was taking off his sweatshirt. Oh-- was he going to berate her for getting it wet, having noticed a slight wet spot on the arm. She mentally began to brace herself, locking her jaw to prevent herself from lashing out. But instead, she ended up staring right back at him when he offered his hoodie. What did he want? Was she supposed to wash it? She narrowed his eyes at his hand, staring at it questionably. He was polite at first, saying sorry when bumping into her, but maybe he realized who he'd bumped into and that sorry had only been an instinct like herself.
She'd began to reach for the hoodie when she heard his voice again. It seemed rare that she'd hear a voice that wasn't hostile. She was more confused as time drew on, everything that he did just seemed to be opposite the treatment she'd received previously. She'd thought ill of all public school students by now, her lack of friends probably not helping that equation. But she'd never really had any, and it was always more convenient to not. Human emotions have a way of always getting between you and your goal.
She held the hoodie for a moment while considering what he'd said, but then mentally shrugged to herself. Perhaps there were really weird people in this world who were fine with being stared at, their back being bore into, herself already feeling the judgement being moved from herself to him. She could see people staring at him as they walked by from the side of her eyes, and she lessened her anger completely and concluded he was fool. Assessment complete. "Why are you even talking to me?" Her fingers tightened around the hoodie.
She wanted desperately to put it on, to slide it down and reduce her shivers. There was no real wind indoors, but she could feel her heat flying away every second. Ciara couldn't afford to get a cold, she had to work later. [she also couldn't afford to miss school, yet here she was about ready to cut]. But her pride stood in her way, and she would see school to its end, drenched or not. She would sit there in class, exactly not what those stupid peasants would expect from her, she assumed, and watch them as they stared at her in disbelief.
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Post by sc2 on Mar 18, 2013 5:20:33 GMT -5
あなたのことが好きです。 Of course he shouldn't have expected any less of a reaction from her in this situation. No doubt she's been getting hell from all the students around her and he was perhaps the first to do otherwise. Albiet he wasn't tossing out the red carpet to welcome her but at least he decided to not follow the expected fad going on with hating her. No doubt most if not all of the students gave her such a hard time because it made them seem 'cool' in the end. There wasn't anything personal about it as far as he knew. Just dumb kids behaving like dumb kids. Little shits. What could he do about it aside from rebel, right? So it was only natural she was hestitant to believe someone was going to start being nice to her just like that. He would have been disappointed otherwise. Cause putting your trust in people like that would only get you hurt in the end. She was being smart. Though perhaps being a bit too rude about it. Then again, who was he to say anything? He was the last person who should be preaching against being rude. Regardless of whatever attitude she had about it, she ended up taking his hoodie and the skinny fellow watched patiently to see what she'd do next, tilting his head to the side a bit as he examined her, amber eyes scanning her face as he tried to interpret what was going on in her mind. It was the only thing that helped him in his desperate attempt to ignore the sudden stares. It all started like pins and needles and were starting to get more painfully obvious by the second. Yet somehow, he managed to keep a cool and unfazed presentation, potentially worsening the questioning glances and starting even more ridiculous ideas to form in their heads and spread around. He sighed at the thought, thankful when she finally broke the silence. Finally. A response. That was a good question. Why was he talking to her? He could perhaps say his intentions were pure. That he simply wanted to be the one person who tried to make her day less of a hell when here. That he was one person who knew exactly what she was going through and wanted nothing more than to make things easier on her. But sadly, that was not entirely the case. While there was concern, it certainly wasn't enough to cause him to want to go out of his way like this. She was really a complete stranger. Why the hell should he care? If anything, her presence would only damage his reputation like it seemed to have acknowledged already with the nearly forgotten stares and attention of his 'peers'. So why would he even bother with something like this? The pink haired fellow gave a simple shrug. "Good question." he began, sticking his hands into his pockets, obviously having no intention of taking back the hoodie. He could see the slight shivering. If she was smart, she'd take the offer given to her, no matter how odd it may seem. It would be much more rewarding than catching a cold and letting a few bullies win. "When I find out, I'll let you know." he finally finished with a slight nod, deciding it was best not to bullshit her with any answer when he didn't quite know the reason himself. He rolled his eyes at the thought as he ran his fingers through the back of his hair, realizing now the stares were getting more intense. Fuck these gossiping vultures. He really couldn't stand sticking around like this anymore. He'd feel much better moving on. The more he just stood there, the more he felt like he was suffocating. Golden eyes diverted at the thought, looking for the nearest escape before looking back over to the new girl. "Just don't bitch out, alright? All they want is to see you break. Don't give them that benefit." he offered lowly, a blunt but decent bit of advice in his opinion. Good work, Jazz. Not really, he was regretting this already. He then nodded towards the jacket in a gesture. "You can give me back my hoodie later when you are warmed up." he stated. "Try not to get it any more soaked." he finished sarcastically.
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Post by qn on Mar 21, 2013 1:09:54 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; border-bottom:solid 10px d56394; ,bTable][atrb=style,background-color:FCFCFC;] Her grip tightened more, her knuckles visibly turning paler than her skin already was [her body already devoid of color due to her losing heat rapidly], and she gave a little sigh. She gave in to the pressure and threw the hoodie over herself [quickly] and made sure to cover all of her pale hair, all of her boldness, and letting herself have just that much weakness. But that didn't mean the staring was going to stop, and it didn't seem like the boy was the kind to just do a good deed and just be done with it [however big of a fool he might be] so she decided to take the initiative. She reached out for his wrist [or whatever body part was the easiest to grab with a glance --- minus his ears, that'd be too cruel] and began to speedily walk down the hallway towards the stairs. They were on the fourth floor, but there was still stairs up --- stairs to the roof that were forever closed off [as if that's stopped anyone].
He'd spoken --- a response was it? -- at some point [she'd forgotten when with her mind completely crazy as she had initiated human contact [she never touched these filthy peasants!] He'd said something like ----- nope couldn't remember. Pausing at the gated door, she hovered with her hand over the lock, puzzling over the past moments. She whipped around to face him, and just raised her eyebrow in disbelief, "Did you really say 'when I find out, I'll let you know'?! Does that make any sense? She puzzled through her brief memory of those moments in the public hallway, thinking back to him running his fingers through his hair and wondering if that was a habit of his. Without realizing it, she'd begun to stare at his hair, in awe of his normal-er hair color. Must be nice to fit in even physically, she assumed. Thinking about it--- she knew nothing about this guy. Was he in her class? She could infer he was a senior from the very fact he was on the fourth floor [that's like a danger zone for underclassmen], so did she know him?
Considering him, she narrowed her eyes but then turned around to address the lock again. She'd opened it before because of reasons and it didn't seem that hard to open it again. Due to occupational needs, she'd picked up a skill of picking locks, and so she easily pulled a hair pin out and began to poke around inside. "You seem knowledgeable" for a fool. The lock was open, so she cast it aside and pushed on the door that lead her towards the open air, towards the sun, and towards warmth.
Pausing. Breathing. [she'd broken the rules, she was skipping class, and she'd been dripping wet]. It'd been a long day but the sunlight that greeted her washed all those things away, and she wanted to stand there and embrace the sun for what it was worth, to forget about school and just return to her old life.
"Sorry" for dragging you, for getting your sweatshirt wet, for thinking ill of a fool [for we should pity them].
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Post by sc2 on Mar 24, 2013 15:40:49 GMT -5
あなたのことが好きです。 Luckily, she managed to swallow her pride and take the offered aid. Jazz watched as she threw the hoodie over herself, relaxing as much as he could with all the stares and debating what to do next. He was really fucked now. No matter what he did next, people would be watching and coming up with their own little theories of what just happened and stupid ideas of what might be going on between them. There was nothing of course. Aside from a bit of sympathy which wasn't seeming to be very mutual. Not like he expected it to be. Of course, before he knew it he had felt a grip around his wrist before suddenly finding himself being dragged off by the person whom he'd just tried to help, golden eyes widening ever so slightly in a bit of surprise before he sighed and simply went along with it, watching as she pulled him towards the roof. For once, he had no idea what the expect at this point. She seemed pretty irritated though. Was she going to yell at him for helping her out? Well fuck. Then again she might have been to proud to say anything inside, wanting a bit more privacy to thank him or something. He wasn't sure. But he supposed all he could do is take whatever was dished at him. He hadn't anticipated complaint about his previous comment though, giving a nonchalant shrug in response. It was all he could come up with at that moment. He wasn't going to bullshit her with a clear answer about it. He had no idea why he wanted to help her. Cause honestly, this was just as confusing to him. Even if he felt sympathy for the occasional person he came across, he rarely ever did anything about it. It seemed like some people just stuck out more for him or something. Perhaps it was the fact he could relate more deeply to some people that made him feel obliged to help out. Really there was no solid answer to be given. "Probably not." he simply offered at her questioning of it's sensibility. "It's still as good as you're going to get though." he stated cooly, still not really meaning to come off as rude. He was simply stating facts. "Did you really drag me up here just to ask me that?" he retorted, the tone of his obviously not looking for an actual answer to that. He was just trying to be a smartass now. Wasn't too difficult. But still, there was a slight lightheartedness that could be noted if you listened close enough. He honestly didn't care. He felt much better to simply be out of the crowd of stares at this point. He felt more relaxed and comfortable about this given situation. With that in mind he walked over towards the edge of the rooftop, leaning against the railing as he looked back to her, waiting for whatever she would do next. The sorry was unexpected. Not because he was set in believing she was rude but simply because he didn't think it was necessary. "Don't be." he returned with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't have any reason to be sorry yet." he continued lowly with a slight tilt of his head as he looked over her. "Just don't fuck that up anytime soon, yeah?" he chuckled slightly, regarding his previous statement about letting those bullies down there win. Her giving up just because of them would be something to be sorry about. And he really didn't want those fuckers enjoying another chance to ruin someone else's day. [ooc notes: sorry this took so long and that it's terrible. my muse is kinda low atm. i promise i'll pick up again soon <3]
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