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Post by scarlett on Jun 10, 2012 22:15:43 GMT -5
 Scarlett was so tired. She hadn’t slept at all the night before. The same recurring nightmare was eating her up at night and she couldn’t find any way to stop it. Not to mention, it was the third morning in a row that it had taken her five minutes to realize the alarm clock was going off. She hated the idea of being late, so her clock was almost ten minutes early. Being on time wasn’t the issue, but she sure was out of sorts by the time she was able to pull herself to the bathroom and rush a brush through her long, beautiful yet bedhead hair. Even though her hair was long and wavy and seemed perfect to most people, it sure was hard to get it to look that way. When people asked why she never cut it, though, she of course just barked at them and forbid them mention it ever again. Cutting her hair was not an option and it never would be.
Scar managed to pull some clothes onto her, something random that really didn’t match. But she didn’t care. Jeans and baggy t-shirt was all she could manage this morning. She grabbed her books, her purse, grabbed a pop tart and headed out the door and to class. She was still a bit on the early side, but not a early as usual. She was sure the professor would notice that something was wrong, because her eyes were hardly half open and she had no makeup whatsoever. Of course, she was never one for mascara and eyeliner and such, but she usually at least put a bit of foundation and some blush to cover her obvious paleness. Not to mention she was as pale as a ghost because of that repetitive dream. By the time she made it to the class, she was just thankful she’d gone to the right room. Once she put her books down, she headed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. At least being early meant no girls had collected the bathroom yet.
Sleeping walking back to class didn’t take so long. The water had helped and she managed to keep her eyes all the way open now. She sat down in her regular seat and waited for the next student to walk in. She was always first, and usually the same people came in at the same time. Leaning her cheek against her long, thin hand, she slowly began to drift off again when someone else entered the room. Scar heard a body sitting in the chair beside her, but she didn’t bother to open her eyes to see who it was. She was too tired to. If the person cared, they’d nudge her to get her attention. Until then, she decided to continue resting her eyes.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 11, 2012 13:59:27 GMT -5
  Nell loved games. If there was one thing she could admit to being good at, it was playing them. From board games like Stratego and Monopoly, to card games like Seven and Blackjack. She's spent most of her life playing with them, carried around a deck in her bag at all times. And usually it would be on her at all times, except for this moment as she walked down the halls, moving through the sea of people. She'd lost the friend who'd taken her bag when the bell rung, and now it was keep away. She didn't like the game too much when it was keep away with her stuff and she had a class to get to. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she peaked around a corner, trying to stay out of people's ways. Nell feared that she might run into Rafael and he would start something, paranoia that stayed with her through everything else. Unfortunately, everything else in her life was also crap and full of stress. She had the goddamn mafia to worry about now, and that was the source of most of her paranoia. She couldn't start her car without being afraid of a car bomb going off. Especially after Jane locked that guy in her trunk. She could do worse than that, and Nell actually figured she'd gotten off lucky. When will the worse come, though? When will it be her in someone's trunk? The mere thought chilled her, so she abandoned the train.
Debating whether to make it to class on time without anything or hunt down her friend, she settled on the former. He'd probably be in class, anyway, enjoying his success. She tended to fall in with the wrong crowd, but she was the sort of person to not realize when a crowd was the wrong one. Easily manipulated, she believed the best in everyone, gave the benefit of the doubt constantly. How could she make friends if she was constantly on her guard? Instead of freaking out and panicking over not having her bag, she hummed under her breath softly as held her arms behind her back. She was calm in every situation, except certain cases when freak-outs were more than reasonable. In her opinion, it wasn't necessary to get all worked up about situations because that didn't solve anything. She just needed to keep her cool about her, and she did that well. She'd get her bag back, she didn't need to worry about that.There were bigger things, anyway, the real things that were freaking her out even when she presented to the world that she was completely together, fine and sure of herself. And she was, for the most part. She could be all the confidence she needed to protect her loved ones.
Nell entered the classroom and spotted Scarlett, a friend of hers. One that she was pretty sure wouldn't indulge in a game of impromptu keep away. The thing was that she was sleeping, and she settled into the seat next to the girl. She wished it was summer, but she was wearing jeans and a college sweatshirt that she had accidentally taken from someone after a sleepover, red, warm and bulky. The Earth girl leaned over and poked at her friend, already feeling guilty about waking her up. There must have been a reason she was sleeping, and even though the professor would not be so happy about it, Nell could understand. What else were you supposed to do when you were running on fumes? "Hey Scar," she said in a quiet voice. "Uhm...do you maybe have a pen and pencil I can borrow?" And a notebook, and her entire bag. Her snacks were in there, her lady things. Well, luckily she did not need the latter as of now, but luck would have it that mother nature may decide to curse her in this moment. "My bag was taken," she admitted as her lips twitched up in a wry smile, not elaborating on that matter.
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Post by scarlett on Jun 11, 2012 15:17:10 GMT -5
Scarlett was a little bit surprised to see who it was who had poked her. Her eyes opened then, as if she hadn’t been almost asleep a moment ago. It was Nell. Well, Scar could’ve been mad, but she was never one to be grouchy, even when she’s really tired. But she couldn’t be even the least bit furious with Nell, especially with the worn out expression on her face. And a pencil was definitely something that Scarlett was able to give. Her satchel of a purse was always around her, no matter where she was going or what was doing, and it had all her necessities in it. She had five pencils, seven different colored pens and matching highlighters, her wallet, cell phone, iPod, a few tissues, her feminine products, a little notebook that she uses as an agenda, and of course her glasses. And there was more stuffed at the bottom that she’d forgotten about. It was definitely a very well-used purse, and it was old and worn, but not embarrassingly so.
Without a word, she reached into her purse, which was still around her shoulder, and pulled out a nicely sharpened pencil for Nell to use. Actually, she’d probably end up letting her keep it since she was so fully stocked with her items. There was no need to take it back since she had no use for it anyway. Besides, since Nell’s bag was gone, it was the leas she could do. She figured it was more polite not to ask where her purse went, or if she even knew, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. “Do you know who took it?”
[/color] she asked with a yawn, trying to wake herself up before the professor started class and noticed her sleepiness. The last thing she wanted was to get in trouble because of her repetitive nightmare. She repositioned herself in her seat so that it was impossible for her to rest her head against her arm, the desk, or the chair beside her. There was no way she was going to let her lack of sleep get the better of her. No sir. She was going to stay awake if it killed her eyeballs. So, Scar decided to keep her light blue eyes glued on Nell as she responded to her question, hoping that watching her would help keep her awake. Blinking a few times, she glanced around the room to see if anyone else had arrived – nope, no one else yet – and then focused back on her classmate. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 11, 2012 22:49:58 GMT -5
Nell let out a breath when Scar handed her the pencil. You never knew, after all, a lot of people ran out of pencils even in the beginning of the year. She made sure she was always well-stocked because she hated the feeling of being under prepared. Just like under packing, she couldn't do it without fretting about something she might be forgetting. "Thanks," she said, flashing a bright smile as she took it. She meant it, because she always had an issue with asking people for things. Part of it was a pride thing, part of it was fear of being a burden on others. She did not want that, not at all. Pride was more of an issue when it came to money, thanks to her upbringing. She didn't grow up knowing that she was poor, but now she understood, and she learned from her experience in the world that money was worth a lot more than she thought when a carefree kid. Or a not so carefree kid, all things considered.
She shook her head at the question, but not in a sign that she would not answer the girl. It was just a strange story. But what was a normal story? She couldn't recall anything normal ever happening to her saving for meals she could get through without her spilling something. "It was taken hostage in a game of impromptu keep away," she said, a slight grimace touching her lips. It was not a serious expression at all. "Johnathan. Water guy. Don't know if you know him or not." Scar was a Wind, but who knew? There might be a slight chance that she'd met him. "I have no idea where he went or what class he has, but I figured I'd hunt him down later. And take his stuff as revenge." If only he was an Earth, she could get into his dorms and take something of his. It would be only a playful revenge, of course, she would not do something purposely cruel like that to him. And she was sure he'd only be amused, since it was his idea in the first place.
She rested her elbow on her desk, propping her chin up with her hand as she watched Scar re-position herself. The Wind girl was practically catatonic, understandable considering she'd just woken up. Nell remembered some occasions she'd fallen asleep in class, how disorienting it was in waking up and discovering that she was there. "Didn't sleep well last night?" When it was time for final exams, students had a competition of one-upping each other in how many hours of sleep they'd gotten. Even when it wasn't time for finals, people liked to brag about how little sleep they'd gotten. Nell would like to brag for herself sometimes after last winter. She'd spent half her time sleeping like a hibernating bear, so when she got eight hours of sleep she was rather proud of that. Not so much anymore, but it was still there.
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Post by scarlett on Jun 13, 2012 18:04:48 GMT -5
Scarlett just nodded as a “you’re welcome” to Nell, since her mouth was too tired to say anything to her. Other elementals had always caught her interest. Other Winds weren’t very curious to her, since, obviously, she’d been in their shoes plenty of times. She knew how to control her own, it was the way that all the other elements worked that interested her. And Earth was definitely one of those, including Nell. Earth students always seemed so… stable, and peaceful, like earth, now that she thought about it. The only time the earth wasn’t peaceful was during an earthquake (or if an earth kid was trying to cause trouble). And they were so much more unified than the Winds were.
That was something that Scar never really understood. Other wind students never seemed to bother her. They never came to her for help, never asked for advice, never started a conversation with her, nothing. Winds just kept to themselves. It wasn’t that Scarlett wanted a lot of attention from other Winds, no. Scarlett never seeks attention from anybody, but it might be nice to know another Wind student well enough to relate to them. She’d think that they would be the easiest to get along with. Unfortunately that never seemed to be the case. So, in that way, some of the other elements were lucky, to be united, to always find a friend similar to them. Scarlett was alone.
Fortunately though, Scarlett had managed to make friends that were almost every element. She had Fire friends, Water friends, and Earth friends, obviously since Nell and she could always keep a decent conversation going, like now. She felt bad for her when she spoke of the Water boy who stole her bag. “The name sounds familiar,”
[/color] she admitted with a slight shrug. “And I definitely recommend getting him back. A woman’s bag is not something to be trifled with.”[/color] She smirked a little at her classmate before patted the satchel that was still around her shoulder. “Jonathan would be dead, or caught in a tornado at least, if he had taken mine.”[/color] It was clear she was just joking. Scarlett was just as pacifistic as the Earths, and she only used her ability to defend herself and her friends, or to practice with her control. Even then, she is always very careful not to hurt or damage anyone or anything. She takes her ability very seriously, and intends on making sure never to stoop too low in her revenge. Of course, she definitely would get back at Jonathan if he had stolen her bag, although a tornado is a bit much. It would help with her control of it, though. She smirked at the thought of a young water idiot flying around in circles, then dropping her satchel to the ground in defeat. Scarlett’s attention was brought back to reality when she heard Nell’s voice again. Shaking her head, she replied, “Not really. Is it that obvious?”[/color] she sighed a bit miserably, “I get bad nightmares sometimes...”[/color] . [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 13, 2012 19:05:14 GMT -5
The Earth girl snorted at her friend's words about a woman's purse not being something to be trifled with. There was too much truth in that. For a moment, Nell wondered if Jane kept a gun in hers. She probably did, but it was not a thought that Nell wanted to entertain for long. "Unfortunately, he has to learn that the hard way. Hell hath no fury like Nell Shepherd when her possessions are stolen. Wish I'd have been fast enough to nab him before he took off like the Roadrunner." She managed to keep a smile off her face, even when she was joking, which was a success by far. She usually was joking, though sometimes she adopted her father's style of not revealing whether or not she was serious. Even in normal conversation, sometimes the things she said could be taken wrong. Not that she realized this herself. She didn't realize a lot of things she did, she just didn't think about herself often enough.
She grinned, though, as Scarlet patted her satchel. The girl was nice, but Nell wouldn't want to mess around with her. Especially since they were in the same grade, working on their stamina. The graduates were top dogs in the Academy, other than the teachers and professors themselves. The only time they unleashed their powers, however, was to break up fights. "Ooh, you should help me out then. Get him back for his crimes against my messenger bag. I mean, I have necessities in there! What if there's a card emergency and I need my deck?" Nell tended to joke about the fact that she did carry around a deck of playing cards in her bag, since it was a little odd. She'd seen worse in her friends' bags. Luckily her phone hadn't been in there, and she kept it in the back pocket of her jeans. Before she had a phone that was fancy and locked, there had been a lot of butt-dialing instances.
Nell smiled, the expression bright and sincere. Scar did not seem to be in the best of states, and even though it was adorable to her in a way that it shouldn't be, she felt bad for the girl who'd previously been catching z's in their class. "Well you were pretty much knocked out a few seconds ago," she said, again apologetic at having to wake the poor girl up. Then again, she possibly also saved her from reprimand from the teacher. Even though she did understand with professors that their students sleeping in class was not a good thing, sometimes they had to understand that students had tough lives too, and they weren't falling asleep just to tick them off. "And you've got some nice bags." She shrugged her shoulders to show that it wasn't too noticeable. Nell was just a hawk. "Have they been recent or has it been for a while?" the Earth girl questioned about Scar and her nightmares. Nightmares really sucked, and the Earth girl experienced them sometimes herself thanks to the fact that she had a lot of repressed issues. They didn't bother her too much once she waked up and realized that it had been nothing but her subconscious.
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Post by scarlett on Jun 14, 2012 15:25:33 GMT -5
Scarlett found herself picturing a guy grabbing Nell’s bag and then taking off down the hallway, beeping like the Roadrunner from the old show, and almost laughed aloud. Luckily she caught herself before she did. She didn’t want the few others who were in the room to stare at her, wondering why she had suddenly broken out into laughter when Nell hadn’t. So she managed to keep a straight face as Nell continued to tell her about how her bag was stolen. Scar then tried to think about what she would have actually done in that situation. Obviously she couldn’t use her wind ability to knock the guy into the wall, and then angrily snatch her bag back before he stood up again. No, she’d probably get in trouble for that. Besides, she might accidentally break his nose or something. And it seemed that it was all just a game to the guy, so maybe it would serve him right to get his nose broken. Of course, the professors wouldn’t see it that way.
Then Nell spoke of Scarlett helping her to get revenge on the culprit. She tapped her chin thoughtfully as she considered it. Well, at least this time if she knocked him into a wall and broke his nose, it would be the both of them getting into trouble, not just her. So, she wouldn’t be alone in her punishment, and the situation might not even call for the use of her ability. Except for in training, she hardly got to use her power. It was really rather depressing that students weren’t allowed to use fellow students as targets. It would be more realistic that way. But Scar had never been a fan of sparring. She smiled at the joke about the card deck, but she was pretty sure that the Earth girl really did carry around a deck with her. “I can definitely help you. He doesn’t even know me, so he wouldn’t suspect that I’d help you,”
[/color] she said in a cheery tone. She chuckled a little then, “Betchya he’ll never steal a woman’s purse again after we’re through with him. He won’t even know what hit him.”[/color] Scarlett sighed when she said that she’d been knocked out on the desk. Of course she had, she thought miserably to herself. She didn’t even remember walking in the classroom, so she was probably only half away while walking down the corridor. She probably bumped into everything on the way here. Sighing, she shook her head at herself, moaning slightly, “Ugh, I know. I’m sure it was a beautiful sight, when you walked in here,”[/color] she laughed a bit sarcastically, knowing that it really wasn’t that funny, “Thanks for waking me up, by the way. I’d probably have detention by now if you hadn’t,”[/color] she admitted. Scarlett never liked talking about her own problems. She was a great listening ear to others, but talking about herself only made her grim and sometimes even grouchy. Her own problems, in her mind, weren’t even worth the complaints. The same went for her oddly recurring nightmares. “I keep having the same nightmare all the time lately. Last week and most of this one… and I can only remember bits and pieces of it.”[/color] [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 17, 2012 22:20:43 GMT -5
Nell watched Scarlett tap her chin, for a moment wondering what she'd look like with a beard. Course, the girl would always be pretty even with facial hair, but she hoped Scar did not plan on growing a beard. It was just odd. She rubbed her hands together, cackling gleefully. One may have considered it evil if she had the makings of an evil person. She was about as evil as a hamster, and looked just the same. A glossy brown coat and intelligent brown eyes. "Lovely," she purred. "My plan shall come to fruition in no time." Even Scar's cheery tone could have been considered evil in that too sugary way. They had potential for a terrifying duo. "And we'll make sure to put posters around labeling him as a purse stealer. Ruin his rap and prevent it from happening again." She'd do it, too. Draw it up, make copies. In another life, she might have been Water. She had traits enough for it, mischievousness and energy.
Her smile was soft as she looked at the other girl, eyes studying the facade of her face. Scar had it rough, that was clear. Nell wondered if there were things going on at home, but she was too mindful of private matters to ask. "Like Princess Aurora," Nell commented. Sleeping Beauty. "I was going to give you a big smooch, but then people might wonder." And she was engaged here! Didn't want rumors getting to Josh that she was waking fair maidens with her kiss. She almost giggled at the idea. Scar spoke again, and she waved a hand in front of her face. "No problem. Don't want you to be stuck in that god forsaken place." The detention hall wasn't that bad, but it still wasn't a place anyone wanted to spend time in. Especially if they had things to do. Like Nell, who had a schedule penned in on her phone in case she may lose track in the whirlwind of her life.
Nell leaned back and thought about the words spoken between the two. Recurring nightmares? It must suck, was her first keen observation. She herself didn't even realize she had nightmares, she didn't wake up with knowledge of what had occurred in her subconscious. "Maybe you should go in for a sleep study," Nell said, scratching her cheek. "They hook you up to these science fiction machines and read your brainwaves. My friend found out she had sleep apnea that way. She'd been snoring a lot." It was a shame, really. She didn't know if nightmares had any connection with sleep apnea, but there could be some reason for it. Maybe even therapy would help, but Nell wasn't a fan enough to suggest it. A sleep study seemed liken good idea considering the could find out a lot through it.
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Post by scarlett on Jun 19, 2012 14:51:10 GMT -5
Scarlett was thoroughly satisfied with Nell’s poster idea. She doubted they’d actually go through with that part of the plan, but it would sure be entertaining. There was nothing more amusing than bringing an idiotic teenaged guy to justice. Well, maybe the evil-like knuckle cracking was more amusing, but nothing else. Scar had never truly been one for revenge, but since this wasn’t her revenge she was helping to plan, it seemed okay for her go through with it. Now, if this water kid had taken her purse, she would have just taken it back and not even bothered to find a way to get him back. She tended to be a hypocrite about these types of situations. She’d encourage her friends to get back at someone, but refused to do it herself because she hated most types of violence and bullying. Besides, it was much more fun to help plot against someone you don’t know to help out a friend than your own enemies.
Scarlett sighed when she mentioned the old Disney movie. “Like Sleeping Beauty, huh? Great.”
[/color] It hadn’t been the first time someone had compared her to a cartoon character. Apparently her expressions were always pretty animated, and she did have a similar appearance to Princess Aurora. Same shade of blonde hair and light eyes, not to mention the thin body type and height. Scarlett could play a perfect Sleeping Beauty in a play if she had any singing talent at all. But she didn’t, unfortunately. She smiled at the kissing comment, chuckling once quietly, “Not such a good idea. Don’t think Josh would approve too much of that.”[/color] Scarlett had met Josh last year in the library, and she saw him at least once and week in there. Usually he was studying, so they ended up talking and studying together every so often. He was friendly enough, and she could see why he and Nell fit so well. All the talk of sleep study just made Scarlett smile. Of course she’d considered it, and she probably would do it, except that she already knew the reason for her nightmares. She didn’t exactly want to go into detail about it, though. Out of the bits and pieces of the nightmares she could remember, they always involved her parents and her twin sister. So it didn’t take very long for her to realize that her nightmares were caused by what her parents did all those years ago. Why now, though, would the dreams suddenly start? She hadn’t had such terrible nightmares as these since she was little, right after the incident. “No, no, I don’t think a sleep study is necessary. I’m… fairly certain I know what the cause is.”[/color] That was a bit of an understatement, considering she was very, very certain what the cause was. “But it’s not a bad idea though. But I’m pretty sure I don’t snore… at least, if I do, my roommate doesn’t complain.”[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 21, 2012 14:04:04 GMT -5
Nell would like to say that she never thought about her childhood. Her past. But sometimes things leaked through the cracks. Like the fact that she should have seen those Disney movies a long time before she actually did. She should have been watching kid shows, she should have been comforted and coddled. Nurtured. But she couldn't go much more deeper than acknowledgment of that fact. It was much better than how it used to be, she gave herself credit for that. Before the trial, she wouldn't even admit to having a past. If asked, it was always too complicated to explain. It still was, but at least not to herself. She was done with lying to herself, because she was getting enough lies from her family. Her father in particular, the one lie that impacted her more than she could fathom even now.
A smile lit up her face when Scar said that no, her fiance would not approve much of that. She had no desire to be playing tonsil hockey with anyone else, so there was nothing to worry about there. It still felt like a rush of surprise to think of how she was going to marry him. Marriage had never been something she'd considered before, but now her future was pointing to it. "Yeah, I mean, admittedly, I do kiss the cats on occasion, but just on the cheek. Completely innocent!" The cats she could get her hands on, that is. Pablo and Eris were already scrambling to get out of her hands by the time she picked them up, so she usually went for the docile Picasso. He was usually unruffled by being picked up. "So I guess you're stuck waiting on Prince....Phillip? I think that was his name, I can't remember." She wasn't even sure if it was mentioned. It probably was, and she bet she was just being slow. "Even though that's kind of date rape, right? Kissing someone when they're asleep." A Disney movie with disturbing overtones, how about that. Now she wondered if she should have showed the daycare children the movie.
If Scar knew why she was having these dreams, Nell wasn't going to push her on it. That was really her business alone. And if she didn't state it outright, Nell always assumed that it would be best left alone. "I was actually thinking of going in for one, but I don't know..." She never liked to admit if there was anything wrong with her, and that was kind of like going to a doctor. She didn't like doctors. It was a shame she was engaged to a future one. "I fall out of bed a lot. Don't think that has anything to do with my psyche, but it's not really fun." Nell knew it was because of wooziness in the morning, and the fact that she overestimated the width of her bed. It was especially difficult when first moving in to the mansion, since the bed was unfamiliar to her. "Roommate? Do you still room here, or do you have your own place?" College students usually had their own places. Nell had an apartment when she was in high school, both because she lied about her age and because she didn't even know about the Academy when first moving to Canada.
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