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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Aug 10, 2011 9:03:52 GMT -5
She hated the Academy, hated it, there were no other words. Rowena vaguely remembered her mother telling her that she should always give something more than a few days chance before she passed it up, but that didn't feel at all like it was going to apply to this place. "Well fuck Mum," she said dispassionately under her breath, no respect for the woman at all in her thick tone. "She can take her 'second chances' and shove them up her fuckin' arse..." There was no way that Rowena was going to give this Academy a second chance. She hadn't even wanted to give it a first chance, but they were underage and undertrained and Syria probably would have went to the school even if she and Altair had expressed their utmost disinterest. The youngest triplet was also the least messed up out of all them.
Being stuck in a class with a bunch of young little shits made her seethe. The most pathetic thing about it all was that they were much better educated and had a better understanding of their powers than she did. Rowena had half a mind to just pretend she was fifteen so that nobody would ask her any questions or start to get on at her about it, but then she decided that (as usual) she didn't care. Apathy was her defence mechanism. If ever she was faced with something that she didn't know how to handle, the girl just decided that she didn't give a rats ass about it and moved on. Maybe she should have cared or paid more attention to a lot of these things in her life, but Rowena just shut herself down. The foggy haze of the drugs had all but worn off, and she was growing more restless and antsy by the second. She could swear that bitch of a professor was staring her down suspiciously, judging her. Her hand twitched as she thought about giving the bitch the finger, but she managed to resist that urge.
Finally the bell rang, and Rowena was one of the first people out of the classroom. "Ms. Bennett," the professor called after her, trying to get her attention. "Excuse me, Ms. Bennett, I'd like a word with you!" But the Brit with her white-blonde hair and her arrogant attitude just walked on as if she hadn't heard a word of it. In a few steps she was around the corner and out of sight, and if the professor was that determined, she certainly didn't follow her. "Good," Rowena spat under her breath. "I hope the bitch dies in a fuckin' fire. Better yet if Altair started it..." As she thought of her sister, the middle triplet wondered what the Fire elemental was up to. Wish we had every fuckin’ class together. Least then I wouldn’t have to deal with these sophomore shits. Deciding that she would try and get a hold of her sister, she decided to troll around the dungeons and wait. That was the location of the Fire dormitories, after all.
”There you are,” she said unceremoniously when she saw her sister, without so much as a ‘hello’. It wasn’t being rude, though. Actually, for Rowena this was quite polite behaviour. She was a monumental bitch most of the time. ”Drivin’ up the fuckin’ wall by all this class bullshit. Professor’s an absolute git. Don’t think I could handle another fuckin’ class.” If she recalled, they had their next one together. She couldn’t remember if Syria had it as well, but it hardly mattered for she then said, ”Fancy skiving’ off it? I could do with a fag on the grounds or somethin‘.”
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 11, 2011 11:20:30 GMT -5
To say Altair didn’t care about the Fire students was an understatement. Apparently, they were supposed to be the closest bunch with this whole pack mentality, but Altair didn’t give a damn about her ‘allies’. Actually, more often that not, she clashed with the other temperamental fuckers. She clashed with everyone, but even more so with those she was supposed to be tight with. Like hell I’ll ever be close to them. The absolute only people she was close with were her sisters, and she didn’t even know what the fuck was going on with them. And she tried her best not to think hard on it, since thinking did not work well for Altair.
Therefore, sitting in the common room of the dorm and flipping through pages of a Glamour magazine did not work out. Because people wanted to talk to her. A girl must have noticed what she was reading, and said, ”Oh yeah, you’re British, aren’t you?” It must have been an attempt at friendly conversation, the other Fire student also seeming to be bored, but Altair didn’t even lift her eyes from the pages, relatively passive since she took her medication this morning. She didn’t need the Vicodin physically anymore, her leg was just fine after the operation—her brain needed it, arranged to form an addiction to the one thing that made her enjoy life a little more.
But this girl wasn’t helping her out, considering the fact that all Fire students seem to have a common temper problem. Altair’s ignorance of her made the girl snap, ”I was talking to you.” This time, she did acknowledge the girl, who she now saw was brunette and glaring at her with blue eyes. Still not as pretty as Altair and her sisters, but decent enough. ”But I wasn’t talking to you,” she responded dryly, and it was a fucking miracle she wasn’t at this girl’s neck by now. The drugs sure did help with that. The chick sneered as she said, ”Fucking bitch.” But apprently Altair turned her off enough that she walked back into what must have been her dorm. Sighing, the ‘fucking bitch’ threw the magazine on the table, stretching her arms up so that her top lifted up to show off her smooth stomach. And you better believe she was proud of that.
Decidedly bored, she left the Fire common and started her way through the dungeons. If anyoen else tried to speak with her, it probably would be a more violent reaction than earlier. However, the first person to greet her was her sister. Altair’s response to Rowena’s blunt greeting was a simple, ”Here I am.” She snorted as Rowena started off about her proffessor, in typical-Rowena fashion. ”I’m surprised you decided to even go to classes today. I had a free period, but bitches apparently like to talk in the common room like it’s a fucking forum.” She rolled her eyes. Altair definitely did not feel in the mood to go to her next class, even if it was with Rowena. ”Sounds good. Bunch of arseholes in our next class anyway, as if it weren’t bad enough.” Unlike Rowena, Altair simply took naps in class.
She led them out to the grounds, and looked around for a place where not too many students were hanging around. Wouldn’t be too good if they were tattled on for taking a drag on school grounds. Altair didn’t care too much about getting in trouble—her detention list was already looking quite admirable. Finding an appropriate enough place, she took out her pack and fished a fag from it. Using her lighter—she couldn’t wait until she could do a finger snap and light her smoke like a badass—she asked through her teeth, ”Think Syria would cut class and find us?” Out of the three of them, the youngest was the most decent academically. She gave an effort, at least, whereas her older siblings couldn’t give less of a fuck.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Aug 11, 2011 12:34:13 GMT -5
Rowena rolled her eyes, their bright blue depths dull and bloodshot from the effects of the drugs. She had once been as drop dead gorgeous as Altair and certainly been an asset to the modelling industry she'd worked for, but now she was burnt out. What was perhaps the worst thing about it all was the fact that she couldn't bring herself to care. The drugs she was addicted to numbed her senses to an almost unbearable point. The only thing she could even fathom giving a damn about at the moment was her sisters, and only one of them was here right now. "Didn't have a fuckin' choice, did I?" It wasn't an actual question, and she ploughed on without stopping, "Stupid fuckin' bitch caught me tryin' to skip outta the fuckin' thing." Laced with curse words as it was, her voice still managed to carry an airy and girlish quality to it, buried under the thick slur of her mutilated accent. Rowena could have been something, she could have been rich and famous and rolling in it, but instead she was standing here doped up with her arms a hot mess and her mind even worse.
Once upon a time, she might have been curious as to why the Fire students were so chatty and what her sister had been up to the entire day, things like that. But right now she was heavily under the influence of her heroin, so she just lifted a lazy eyebrow at Altair. "Why the fuck would they treat the bloody room like a datin' service for friends?" She shook her head. "Thank fuck the Thunder commons ain't like that or I'd be out of this school faster'n you can blink." She had found the Thunder elementals to be abnormally quiet, keeping to themselves and not usually branching out to socialise with others. This was fine with her, she didn't want them to talk. A few people had tried to start conversations, but when she displayed her disinterest this usually ended up with their shrugging and walking away. She couldn't say that she 'liked' them, but she did like their attitude. Stay the fuck out of business that wasn't yours. There seemed to be drama that they'd just narrowly avoided in coming to the school, something about some war, but she hadn't really listened to what they were saying.
"Bunch of assholes everywhere in this fuckin' school," she complained with a groan. Rubbing her arms furiously as she tried not to claw and scratch at them, she was just glad that the drugs took away most of the itch. There was still that residual urge, but it was ignorable. She dropped her arms and clenched her fists at her sides, taking a deep breath and shaking her head. "Can't stand this place. I'll never forgive Syria for draggin' the lot of us here." It was metaphorical of course. She adored the youngest of the triplets and she would do anything she could to try and help her out of a rough spot, she was just expressing her irritation with the fact that this school sucked absolute balls.
She followed her sister out onto the grounds, none too politely flipping someone the finger when they gave the two sisters a weird look. "Cut your fuckin' staring or I'll pull your eyes out n'make you swallow 'em." It was a decidedly violent threat, but she spoke it as easily as someone might comment on how drab the weather was. She didn't like being stared at. When people stared it felt like they were all seeing the marks on her arms and the dull quality to her skin, her hair, her eyes. Everything was dull and seemed to take away from her overall spirit. There was a broken girl inside this body of hers, but she wouldn't let anyone get close enough to help her. "Bunch of gits," she spat under her breath. She wasn't necessarily commenting to her sister, but it was loud enough for the Fire elemental to hear.
She pulled out her own packet of cigarettes and lit up, taking a long drag. It was a moment before she responded to Altair, first blowing a bunch of smoke rings from her mouth. It was perhaps one of the only interesting things she knew how to do other than modelling and artistry, the latter something which she'd dropped with the move to Canada. No model agency wanted some drugged up whore for hire. It might have hurt to think of this, but nothing hurt with the drugs in her system. "Doubt it. She cares more 'bout this place than we do." She shrugged, deciding it didn't matter either way.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 12, 2011 13:08:13 GMT -5
Altair snorted, one of her signature expressions of amusement. She kept a tally of Rowena’s foul mouth in her head, smirking a bit. The middle sister sounded different than the others, even reflecting her personality. Or what was left of it. She thought of it as a caricature of the Thunder girl’s previous nature, watered down by years of self-destruction. And here was Altair, doing nothing about it. Because she knew about self-destruction, and wasn’t about to stop her sister because that would make her a damn good hypocrite. ”She liked you so much she wanted to keep you,” the Fire girl said wryly with a roll of her eyes. ”I say cut the bitch.” She shrugged. It would be nice to have that satisfaction, but it would also mean police intervention and blah blah blah. Too much hassle, and she wasn’t going to draw attention to she and her sisters when they’d fled Britain because of exactly that.
At her sister’s quizzical look, Altair waved her arms around in a frustrated motion. ”Because we’re supposed to be so fucking chummy with each other. Can’t stand any of them, and they act like we’re best mates.” Needless to say, fights came often. ”Sounds like a fucking vacation,” she said about the Thunder dorms, even though she knew both of them would prefer if they didn’t have to deal with anyone. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Altair loved the fighting, she practically lived for it. Her fists connecting with someone else was one of the only things that gave her enjoyment sober. So the fact that people thought they could fuck with her? Well, let them. She’d find great joy in tearing them apart.
Her rough laugh ripped from her throat, and that was lucky for the prat that had been looking at them. Otherwise she’d have very near followed through on her sister’s threat. No, she was just too amused by Rowena’s choice words, a sight to see next to her apathetic sister. She didn’t mind the staring, wanted them to stare. But when they started to talk, and when it was about her baby sisters, then they’d experience her true wrath. ”Creative,” she said finally. If it weren’t for Rowena and Syria, there would have been nothing keeping the eldest from flying off the handle. There would be nothing keeping her alive. It would either be dying in a knife fight or ODing on perscription meds. That would be her fate if she didn’t have people to take care of, and what a great job she was doing with that. Altair made a big show of being the strong one, but she was just a selfish bitch. ”Sure you will, after I murder every fucking tosser in this place. It’ll be much better then.” Murder? Well, she’d come close on several occasion but she wasn’t sure if she had the stamina for the entire school. So her words weren’t entirely hollow.
Speaking of hollow, she observed her sister for a moment, from the corner of her eye so the younger wouldn’t catch on. Altair never cared enough about others to spare them more than a simple once-over, but Rowena was different. She could stand Rowena, and she worried about her though the words were never, ever spoken from her lips. And when she looked at Rowena, she saw beauty. Not just because it was almost like looking into the mirror, but because that’s what she really was, a willowy, fading beauty. Transient. What are you doing, Rowena? But she would never ask. ”She cares more about everything than we do,” she said with another roll of her eyes, speaking between her teeth with the cigarette in her mouth. ”And she better not be getting the shit we are, or there will be bloody hell to pay.” Syria was the baby, and with Rowena also being younger, Altair had a mother complex. A very twisted, selfish complex that was buried underneath her own needs. Still, better than their own mum.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Aug 12, 2011 13:49:48 GMT -5
The words of her sister elicited a snort from Rowena. "Wish I fuckin' could," she spat with obvious longing. She wouldn't mind taking a knife and gutting each and every one of the professors. Alright, well maybe that was an exaggeration. Rowena had never killed anyone in her life before and she didn't have a strong desire to start, but she wouldn't mind busting a few noses and breaking a couple of arms. As long as the sorry bitches were kept alive, right? She thought it was stupid that the law prohibited so much. Why did it matter if she cut someone? They had it coming to them! "Already landed myself in a stupid fuckin' detention for twistin' some stupid little cunt's arm. Bitch deserved it." The amount of swear words that laced her speech were remarkable, a true testament to how different she was from her sisters. Rowena hadn't cussed this much in the beginning. No, she used to reserve swearing for moments of rage or extreme excitement. But now she cursed when she was depressed, when she was angry, when she was bored... There was no telling what she'd do when she was happy, because it had been such a long time since that had happened that she couldn't remember what it felt like. Her sisters kept her going, but happiness? That was a far-off pipe dream.
Rowena just scowled when Altair told her about the Fire students, not liking the sound of them at all. "Sounds bloody wonderful," she drawled with heavy sarcasm, rolling her blue eyes as he expression contorted into further disgust. "Vacation my arse," the girl muttered, overly serious as usual. Any amount of joking, no matter how wry and dry it was, wasn't something that she usually picked up on or found funny. "It's a fuckin' prison sentence. Don't know why I ever fuckin' agreed to it." Only she did know. Syria, that was why. She'd came here because she wanted to make sure her sister was happy. Plus, there was slight amount of guilt from the fact that this was her fault. She was the reason that they were over here, because she was the idiot that had attracted the attention of the British law enforcement. There should have been more guilt than there was, actually, but the drugs numbed most of it down. "Just stay in the apartment then," she suggested. "Not like it's much fuckin' better, mind, but at least it's empty."
The siblings were very different, but it seemed that she and Altair agreed on one thing--keep Syria content. They were doing all of this for the baby of the group, after all, even if they were only older than one another by a couple of minutes. She saw her sisters as somewhat of equals, but there was still the fact that Syria was the youngest. "Don't envy her the bloody feeling," Rowena said with complete and blunt honesty. "I don't give a fuckin' shit about this place 'nd 'I'm not about to start." She glowered at the intimidating stone building as she took a deep drag from her cigarette, longing to be as far away from this place as physically possible. But she'd never get that wish. "If anyone says a fuckin' word about Syria I'll rip their fuckin' throat out." The threat sounded strange, for it was dull, expressionless, and spoken without any notable conviction. But she was dead serious all the same. She loved her sister and she'd be damned if anyone gave her hell at this school.
Huffing out a breath as if she was irritated about something--Rowena was always irritated--the girl folded her arms across her chest and took to keeping the cigarette held between her lips, instead. Her arms were exposed and incredibly bony, flesh clinging to a skeletal structure that grew weaker by the day. Her beauty and grace was salvageable, but her sisters didn't know enough to help and Rowena certainly wasn't going to help herself. "How long d'you reckon we give this place before we call it quits and drop out for good?" It was something she'd been thinking about since the very first day she'd been forced to attend this damned facility. She didn't want to be here. She hated this place. She was suffering it for Syria's sakes, but what if shit didn't work out as planned? "I'll be lucky if I've got my fuckin' sanity intact by the end of the year." She had spoken this all past her fag, which she now removed from her lips to tap and rid the tip of ash. The grass under her feet flared up for a moment, but Rowena stomped on it with a heeled foot and replaced the cigarette in her mouth.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 14, 2011 14:43:45 GMT -5
Altair shook her head at Rowena’s words, frowning a bit. ”Detention can suck it. I have a fucking life, and I don’t need to spend it sitting around with a bunch of other sorry arseholes.” But it was kind of hard to avoid when most of your high school career is being spent nocking people’s teeth in. Whatever. It was easy just to ditch or sleep through it, just to make it go by quicker. And so she had to wonder at the purpose of detention. It wasn’t teaching her a lesson, god no. Was it even worth keeping her in a room for an extended period of time just so she could be released into the world again.
Nothing about this was a vacation, so Rowena was right in all her serious glory. But they all knew why they had even come to this fucking place, and it was for each other’s sake. There was no way for them to go on doing what they were with the police riding Rowena’s ass, and so it was off to the Academy they go. Secretly, though, Altair didn’t mind as much as her younger sister, and it was for one reason. Her power meant violence, more way to have power, and that’s what she always wanted—more power. If it meant suffering through all this shit, then so be it. The girl was never one to give up on anything. Exept modeling. That was different, she told herself. That was fucking different. Altair blinked at her sister when she suggested the apartment. ”We need a new lamp, by the way. I broke it against the wall when I saw a spider.” One reason she was avoiding the dump—it was a dump.
Yeah, she definitely did not detest the place as much as her sister. Odd, considering she wasn’t the one dulled from drugs. Still, she kept reminding herself that once she got all this over with she’d be like a fucking dragon, able to torch the Academy so Rowena wouldn’t have to attend it anymore if she didn’t want to. Brick is not flammable, stupid fucking castle. That only managed to breed some ire as she absentmindedly fussed with her lighter, pressign the button and letting the flame grow with her influence. Maybe if she got it hot enough… ”People probably like her more than us,” she said with a snort, because honestly, she knew neither of them even gave a damn. ”And she can definitely take care of herself.” Syria was no pushover—she was a goddamn Bennett, of course she wasn’t. But natural instinct made the two overprotective of the youngest one, the girl who was keeping even Altair stable.
The Fire girl considered Rowena’s question as she blew out smoke around the cigarette. ”If Syria wants us to stay for college, we’re fucked.” There was no way she would leave one of her sisters behind. They all had the same mentality, which brought them to Canada in the first place. She wasn’t about to split up one of the only good things in her life that was still a pretty craptastic relationship. ”But I’m willing to give it a year before I split for something better.” And what would that better thing be? Nothing, of course. Altair was just a girl that thought she could do whatever she set her mind to, even if. she was just a angry little slut. ”I’m not too worried about sanity as long as there’s a few punching bags around. The Earth faggots are gonna be useful.”
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Aug 14, 2011 19:24:26 GMT -5
It seemed that the two sisters shared a very similar view on detention--they despised it and thought it was pointless, so they didn't want to go. "Wankers tend to come out of the bloody woodwork when it's time," she spat, remembering her experiences with the professors thus far. They watched the doped up Thunder elemental like a hawk, as if expecting her to just turn psychotic and start slicing people up. Of course, what Rowena didn't know was that they were looking for signs that something was off about her. She kept her arms covered in class so that the professors couldn't see the needle marks--she wasn't that stupid, after all. "Tried to skip over the last one and the fuckin' bitch practically hauled me off by my ear." Blue eyes narrowed in obvious anger that was still very dulled by the drugs in her system.
Altair confessed shamelessly about smashing one of their only light sources in an already shitty apparentment, and Rowena could only groan in response. "For fuck's sakes," she said vehemently, though her anger was not directed toward Altair but toward life in general. It just sucked. She didn't really know why everything seemed to hate them and their every existence, but it did and she wanted life to just get the fuck out and leave her alone. A spider, really? She'd freaked out over a spider? "Couldn't get any fuckin' worse over at that place, could it?" Rowena was grumbling and muttering under her breath, but again she didn't seem to direct most of this toward her sibling. After a moment, she took a long drag of her cigarette and then spat on the ground. It was very unladylike of her, but Rowena hadn't been concerned about her feminism for a long time. "I'll see what I can do about replacin' it," she said with a non-committal shrug. In other words, she'd sleep with someone and buy it back. That was all.
Rowena glared at her sister for a moment. "I never said she bloody well couldn't, did I?" She didn't sound as angry as she looked, and there was no real conviction behind the words. She knew that their sister wasn't some weak little pansy pushover, but Altair wasn't the only one with a protective streak. "You'd beat their fuckin' heads in too, you can't deny it." Syria could stick up for herself, but the sad thing was that she probably wouldn't. She wasn't as much of a fighter as Rowena and Altair were. Altair fought in the literal sense, using her violence and power to make a statement and to hold her self worth above everyone else. Rowena just didn't give enough of a damn about anything to care what they said about her. It was like shedding skin. She hated herself, but she didn't care if other people shared this feeling.
The Thunder girl scowled. Yes, indeed. It was something that was somewhat unspoken between them, but they had a triple pack mentality and they could go nowhere without the other. "I sure as hell hope she doesn't," Rowena said darkly. However, the girl had a feeling that their more dedicated sister was going to want to go to college and get the 'full' experience, that she was going to want to hone her powers and all that bullshit. Rowena didn't care for the reasoning, she just knew that if Syria stayed, they all stayed. "Fuck the Earth kids," she said vehemently. "Nice my fuckin' arse. Didn't stop them nosy little gits from talking about me, now did it?" Her tone was flat in its anger, but she was still clearly unhappy with the Earth elementals. They had power over her, and she hated that.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 15, 2011 20:31:37 GMT -5
The Bennett triplets were really the ones to look out for right now in the Academy, and Altair hoped that eventually they’d learn that the sisters weren’t to be fucked with or taken lightly. Right now, they were the new girls who stuck together and had British accents. Ignorant little twats, Altair would show them what happened when you fuck with them. What you get when you fucked with her. With all this self-righteous ranting going on in her head, she almost missed what Rowena was saying, and managed to catch the end of it. Something about an ear. She gave a snort to pretend as if she heard it, but continued to smoke and tear about nameless arseholes in her head. It was a way for her to blow off steam, at least. Well, enough steam that she wouldn’t go on a rampage any time soon. When left to her fantasies, she wasn’t quite so much a bitch.
Crossing her arms as she watched the smoke, she listened to her sister’s exclamation. Spiders were disgusting. The nearest thing at the time had been a lamp. Therefore, Altair put two and two together. You couldn’t live with her and not expect some collateral damage to be done. Even though it had been Syria that put the lovely hole in their door. Again, she was only half-listening to her sister’s words. No one said Altair was a good listener, and anyone who did would get incredulous looks from the siblings. In any case, the Fire girl scrunched her nose up as Rowena spat on the ground. Ew. But like with all of the things her sister did, Altair made no comment on it. When Rowena said that she’d handle it, instead of thanking her like a normal person would, the Fire student simply flicked the ash to the ground and nodded. Her sisters were the only ones who were able to make her feel guilty, even if they weren’t trying. Because she knew she was supposed to be the responsible one. She was the one supposed to be making money, not spending it all on anything that catches her fancy.
Altair shrugged as her sister glared, smirking a bit. The two people she would never attack no matter how angry they got at her were her sisters. Because she loved them and she actually cared for them and so Rowena’s anger—even though it wasn’t for her—was easily brushed off. The people she cared for most were never a target for her, hurting them in any way definitely did not feel good. See, she had some redeeming qualities, but they all were for her sisters. Her smirk dropped with Rowena’s next words though. ”The fuck you think I’ve been doing?” she muttered darkly, taking the cigarrette from her mouth. Any sentence from another person’s mouth that so much as involved one of her sisters were due for a beatdown. That’s what most of her detentions were for, anyway. Because people liked to talk shit, and so the Fire girl would give them shit in return.
Even when Rowena vehemently rejected the thing, she could already tell that it would be the youngest’s wish to stay for college. Syria was honestly the best thing for them, even though they wouldn’t admit to that. They wouldn’t say that there was anything wrong about them. They just sat around and bitched about their shitty lives, and this made them feel at least somewhat better. ”Send the little bitches my way,” she stated simply, but still in a threatening tone, with the mention of Earth kids. It was almost ironic to think the pussies were strong against anyone, but the elements dictated it and blah blah blah. Even the thought of Rowena having to put up with them pissed her off, and she felt like a bull as she blew the smoke from her nose, silent now with her anger so she didn’t snap at her sister or anything. Yes, Altair actually had self-control. Go figure.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Aug 17, 2011 12:42:59 GMT -5
They hadn't even been at the Academy for very long and the Bennett's were already building up quite the reputation. Even if they weren't quite as infamous and feared as they might like to be, Rowena figured that this would all come with time. The teachers already knew them by name and knew that they were trouble starters to watch out for, and the fact that a lot of people talked about them behind their backs meant that they were well-known, even if it wasn't yet for the right reasons. Altair was changing that bit by bit with her violence. However, she'd also heard of instances when her sister had lost, sad as it was. She didn't want Altair to lose any fights because she didn't want to see the Fire girl hurt. Rowena would never admit these sorts of things aloud--hell no, are you crazy?--but she certainly did worry about her sisters hot-headedness, no pun intended. She was concerned that the girl might piss off the wrong person and really get into trouble. Yet she wouldn't do the sensible, responsible thing and warn Altair. That would only get her snapped at by her sister, most likely. Altair would never attack her, but that didn't mean they never argued.
She didn't realise that Altair wasn't listening to a word she was saying, but Rowena really wouldn't have cared even if she had. She was not so ignorant to the attitude of her triplet that she figured she was immune to anything like that. No, no. She knew that Altair was just as ignorant to Syria and Rowena sometimes as she was to other people, and the Thunder Bennett didn't blame her for that. Instead, she was strangely alright with the silence that had fallen. She didn't give a damn about enough to break it. Did she know that Altair was feeling guilty, however? No. She saw her sister nod to the words and didn't once assume this meant that she was wishing she could do more or that she didn't want everything to fall upon her sisters. Instead, Rowena merely assumed that she was enjoying her smoke and so she wouldn't bother her. The Thunder girl's thoughts went to the streets and how she might be able to pull in some extra cash this weekend if she 'worked' overtime. Then they could get a new lamp and maybe a nice couch or something. She didn't like sitting on the floor of the stupid apartment, so she stayed away from it as much as possible.
Finally something seemed to crack the composed surface of the Fire triplet, Altair's smirk slipping as she shot back the words. "Then don't be a hyprocite," she replied simply, taking another long drag of her own fag and swaying slightly from side to side as she trapped the smoke in her mouth for a bit before releasing it in a slow and toxic cloud. She hadn't said the words to be insulting. Instead, they'd been every bit as toneless and matter-of-fact as they always were. She was not afraid of her sister. None of them had to fear one another, they had only to fear what the three were becoming. "Any of those stupid Water wankers she's rooming with mess with her and I'll fuckin' electrocute them in their sleep," she muttered, half to herself. It didn't matter that this would involve breaking into the damn Water dormitories unnoticed, Rowena figured she could do it if she was irritated enough.
Rowena shrugged in response to Altair's words. "They're too weak to be much of a fuckin' issue jus' yet," she replied cockily. Well, as cocky as someone could be when they sounded so drab, like they were just going through the motions of their daily lives without really focusing on anything or caring what they did with their lives. It was then that Rowena saw one of the professors hanging about the lawn, not yet having spotted them, but having come pretty close. "We'd better get the fuck inside," she said, though she hardly rushed as she started walking toward the Academy. If she was caught, she was caught. Who gives a damn. She just didn't want the prick taking her smokes off of her.
[Shall we end the thread here?]
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