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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 13, 2011 19:18:16 GMT -5
 Lark was hungry. Starving, in fact. All throughout the day she took to holing up in the dorm room to read and get caught up on her homework, and nearly forgot to eat. For one reason or another, the brunette always managed to do that to herself—when she set her mind on something it was hard for her to remember the basics of the day…like getting food. She lay sprawled out on her bed with her face buried in a book, until she heard the dreaded grumbling. That would most definitely distract anyone from getting anything done. With a grunt, Lark slammed the book shut and rolled off of the bed, sliding her tank top back on before making her way out of the room. She always wore her bra and shorts while lounging about in her room—it was more comfortable and the only time she could just…relax. The dungeon was rather warm as Lark trudged forward, keeping her head low. With everyone on edge all of the time, it was best to stay as invisible as possible. She had had enough fights to last her at least another month, and was not prepared to take on anyone else for the remainder of the evening. I can’t believe I missed breakfast and lunch…damn. Lark thought with a bit of surprise. Who knew reading could actually cause you to lose total track of time?
After a few turns and staircases Lark found herself standing at the entrance of the mess hall. There were students from all four elements milling about the room, each one sitting with their respectful alliances. Glares shot across the room as others passed by; some appeared nervous, and others did not seem to mind. Lark did not mind the stares and whispering as she got into line and grabbed her food—today was a good day for pizza and seasoned fries, so she helped herself to a big serving. Surprisingly Lark made it through the halls, into the mess hall and through the line without any hassle at all, which put her into a dangerously good mood. She kept it to herself of course, but if you knew her you would surely notice lightness to her walk. Eyes scanned the room for a moment or two, deciding where to sit; on the left were the Earthies and Waters, all huddled into groups and vigilantly keeping to themselves, and to the right were the Fires and Thunders. There was no question. She hoisted the tray up a little as she wound her way through a few students before sitting next to a group of fire students. A couple of them passed her strange glares, but nothing more. Apparently they were shocked to see someone sitting by themselves at the table, not knowing who Lark was. She enjoyed the solitude, even if it became lonely at times. That was okay though—with the war going on it was better to stick to yourself than get involved in petty issues.
As she took a bite into her slice of pizza, Lark’s thoughts drifted towards different places and different people. She had yet to talk to Joshua about the whole ‘secret friendship’ issue, and was still unsure of what to do. Should someone ask, Lark was resolved in telling them there were no ties between her and Josh, even if lying killed her inside. The loyal aspect of Lark wanted to punch them all in the face for even trying to mess with her friendship, but the other understood where they were coming from. The alliances existed for a reason, and it was for that reason that they were upset with the brunette for having a friend outside of said alliance. What most of them did not know was that she and Josh went farther back than the school, the alliances, even their element. They’ve been friends for a long time, even if they had their disputes, and there was no way Lark was going to change that because life decided to toss a few obstacles in the way. She would defend all of her friends with equal ferocity, because that’s who she was. Samson deserved good things, and Lark was ever watchful of his relationships. If they so much as upset him Lark would be there with a few choice words and some physical negotiations of her own. Jack had dyslexia and struggled greatly at school, so anyone who crossed his path would sure as hell cross hers. Even Altair was under the protective aspect of Lark, even though they did not chat often. Altair could handle herself in almost every situation, but there was no removing loyalty out of Lark’s friendships, no matter how tough you were. Lark took another bite, staring at the wall in front of her. At least I got pizza… She thought randomly.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Nov 14, 2011 18:48:23 GMT -5
 Atair stared at the professor, unwavering as he held out the little slip of doom. ”It’ll be a pleasure to have you again, Ms. Bennet,” he said dryly, his own expression bland. She snatched the slip from his finger and had half a mind to crumble it up and throw it in his face. ”Suck my balls, Mr. Arnold,” she said scathingly, rolling her eyes. ”So I see you want another detention.” If she were wise, she would have shut up right there. Just backed down and accepted the slip she’d already had. ”Make my fucking day. Making me stay for an hour after school is just keeping you from boning the wife that doesn’t exist.” She watched—unfazed—as he scribbled out another detention slip and handed it to her with a pointed look. ”Insubordination.” She smiled unconvincingly. ”It’s been a helluva time, but I’m afraid I have more bitches to deal with.” Altair left the hallway, leaving him with that to think about. He’d caught her in a fight with an Earth student, and detention was supposed to do what? Change her ways? How did the school system think that an hour of sitting in a room and doing homework or her nails was going to change her personality? Whatever. She’d just get it over and get home. She might even have Rowena as company in detention, you never knew.
For now, she just headed to the mess hall and grabbed a burger. She kept a lot of her model sensibilities, but she liked to indulge. Back when she was in the industry, Altair was certainly more careful with what she ate, even when she had a pretty good workout regiment. She kept up that regiment now, especially with the food she ate. She was looking to get back in, sure, but she liked meat and she liked eating, as she was sure every girl did. It was amazing how inaccurate the salad-eating chick stereotype could be. She’d know bitches that could eat several of the burgers she was getting. She’d never to that to her body, because she didn’t want to destroy it even more than she’d already had. Altair’s Vicodin addiction was currently being dealt with pretty well—but there was the fact that she’d never stop being an addict, which was scary to consider. And she was getting a better control on her partying. Okay, that was a lie. She’d gotten alcohol poisoning over the weekend, but thankfully didn’t have to get her stomach pumped or anything. Just spent the night puking her guts up in the toilet. Same old, same old. So maybe she wasn’t getting that much better with her vices. But it was coming close.
As she looked for a place to sit, returning any glares that were sent her way, she noticed Lark sitting by her lonesome. Heels clacked against the floor as she approached the other girl, and dropped her tray on the table. ”Sup,” she started casually as she sat down. She wasn’t going to go into insta-bitch mode, even Altair wasn’t like that. ”How’s the war been treating you?” It was another casual sentence, spoken as she cracked open the can of soda and took a gulp. Her purse was on the table next to her, just in case she got a text from Ro. Not like many other people texted her, really, unless it was a party or some other shit. ”What I’ve heard is that it hasn’t been treating you too well,” she noted absently. No, Altair didn’t pay much mind to rumors about her, she’d gotten over the ‘Kill Bitches Who Speak About Me’ phase a little while ago. But she did want clarification on this issue. ”Because apparently Dale is your best fucking buddy or some shit.” Even without the traitor issue, she hated the guy’s guts. The fact that he betrayed their element was just the icing on the cake. ”I’m not going to run around thinking every little thing people say is true, but Tim told me he was going to jump you because you were running your mouth. That has to hold some water.” She didn’t think that people would just invent shit to start fights. Not even she did—if she wanted to fight, she didn’t even pretend there was shit in the first place.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 14, 2011 21:16:08 GMT -5
It happened, but it did not happen often. Normally, for Lark, her friends were not very quick to question her about other friends, life, school, or anything else that may or may not be important. She was so eager to keep a lot of things private it pissed her off to have other people nose their way into them. They were her business and her business alone. If she wanted to go off and do something stupid or illegal, there was not a damn thing anyone could do about it. Hell, they probably would not even know about it. Thus, when she heard the clacking of shoes nearby and a voice reach her ears; Lark was relieved to be in the presence of someone that she at least considered a decent acquaintance. They did not hang out excessively or anything, but they at least respected one another’s privacy and right to silence. “Hey, Altair.” Lark replied with a mouth half full of pizza. She was not lady like and did not plan on changing any time soon; she could care less that anyone cared. Altair inquired about the war, and Lark set down the pizza slice; clearly the girl was up for some sort of conversation and felt it best not to eat while talking, even if it was exactly what she wanted to do. Besides, it was hard to chew and talk at the same time. Just as Lark was about to offer up a response about the war, Altair continued her sentence after popping open her can of soda. Lark blinked.
“The war isn’t treating anyone well,” She replied with a blank stare, clearly unfazed by her statement. What the fuck was this chick babbling on about? Who the hell was doing well in the war, anyway? Absolutely no one, even if you actually tried to avoid fights. Lark tried her best to avoid scuffles because she did not want to waste her time. There were more important things in life than wandering around itching for a fight. Throwing a punch Lark could most certainly do, but to be the first to throw it? No. Her words were harsh and cold and relentless, just like her physical fighting skills, but there was no point in flaunting it around on a daily basis. As she was about to take another bite, Altair’s words broke through again. Had Lark not been prepared to do this with everyone who accused her, she may have dropped her slice of pizza and stuttered all over the place; either that, or stand up from the table screaming at her accuser, tossing all sorts of profanities in their face. Hell, there might even be a punch or two. But that was not the case here. She schooled her expression as she set the slice of pizza down again and looked Altair in the face, eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, well, then I guess the rumors are true,” Lark stated before taking another bite of pizza, allowing the silence to hang between them. “Tim is a fucking idiot.”
As much as her facial features remained stoic and unfazed by Altair’s harsh words, inside Lark was squirming with unease. This had to be betrayal! This had to be wrong. Defending Josh was one of her top priorities, and here she was acting as though their friendship did not even exist. It made her heart lurch with guilt and anger at the thought of denying her knowing the fire elemental. None of this should be happening. It was stupid and a waste of time. She should not be having to lie about any of this…but Josh would want it that way. That’s how it needed to be, no matter how infuriating it was. Thus, Lark used that to her advantage. Instead of using the anger to retaliate and possibly say something she shouldn’t, she used it against the boy who so willingly flaunted himself around spreading shit about other people when it wasn’t his fucking business. “He’s not my buddy, he’s not anything. You might want to find yourself another informant before he causes some unnecessary shit. It would suck if he got his ass kicked for that.” Her voice was level and calm as she leaned back and finished chewing her food. Lark was not going to be pushed around and have the anger fueled by people like Tim. If the bastard wanted to jump her, then so be it. There would be plenty of bloodshed, and Lark felt confident that most of it would not be hers. She took a swig of her drink and casually leaned forward again, arms resting on the table. “So, how about you? Make any earthie’s cry lately?” The dark haired female smirked, remembering when she first met Altair. The girl had a temper, and it was not one to be reckoned with. The question was in good humor though; anything to stray away from discussing her friendship with Joshua.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Nov 16, 2011 17:26:16 GMT -5
Altair snorted. ”Oh?” she said with a quizzical expression. ”I guess for the people who can’t take care of themselves.” The Water students were annoying, but she couldn’t say that she was at all depressed or anything about the war. She wasn’t a bleeding heart who endorsed world peace, and she could certainly defend herself. The fighting was no skin off her back. Apparently Lark had different opinions, but Altair didn’t mind. Not like she was about to attack anyone just because of their differences. Okay, so her temper was pretty easy to set off, but she was doing relatively well today, barring the fact that she’d gotten a detention thanks to that temper. This war was actually good for someone like her, who enjoyed violence—the power, the control… It was what she was good at, and so she stuck to it. Her gaze was study on her fellow Fire student’s when she proclaimed Tim as an idiot. ”That goes without saying,” she drawled with a pointed eyeroll. He was a person—like many others—that she tolerated and who haven’t gotten on her bad side. It was quite the accomplishment, something to be proud of. ”Doesn’t mean he’s not serious.” That was pretty true.
The Brit had returned to her burger, taking a few bites out of it and unaware of whatever inner feelings Lark had at this point. She didn’t know the details, so she wasn’t about to say anything more. She didn’t like people running their mouth about her, and at least Altair could be respectable in one aspect—she came to Lark to figure things out. Even with her anger issues, she wouldn’t just straight up attack someone she considered a friend—someone who she was loyal too—without getting an answer from her. The other girls’ words were very clear in the situation, and Altair put down her burger and wiped her hands off on a napkin. ”Not just him,” she said after swallowing, leaning back a bit. Of course she didn’t want it to look like she just had one person bitching to her about the girl. ”The entire element has been pissed with you, apparently.” Altair shrugged, as if letting Lark make of that what she will. However, it was clear that she was seperating herself from Dale. Altair could believe they may have been friends before the whole traitor deal, but she didn’t know how far that would even go even if it was the truth. And since she wasn’t about to force anything out of Lark, she accepted her words.
”All right,” she said nonchalantly. ”Just wanted to check it out with you before I go along with everyone else who’s bashing you.” Altair was glad she at least went to Lark first. Usually her anger controlled her, but she wasn’t angry with Lark. Oh, she was most likely eternally angry with Dale, but she wasn’t going to take that out on someone who could tolerate her, as well. ”You may want to straighten that out with other Fire folk though. The things I’ve been hearing aren’t good for your safety.” She could have said ‘reputation’ but she didn’t know whether or not Lark cared about that. Opting for safety, it was informing her that there were people—like Tim—who wanted to kick her ass. ”Just watch your back.” You knew you were in good with Altair when she bothered with a warning. Not like Lark was unaware of this, she bet. Fire students didn’t really keep their emotions hidden when they were pissed at someone. The girl asked after her dealings with Earth students and Altair spoke distractedly between bites of hamburger. ”So much so that I got a detention,” she explained with a roll of her eyes. ”Don’t know why the school system thinks that helps anything, but whatever floats their boats.” She swallowed and wiped off her hands again before asking Lark, ”Any fights on your end?” Yes, Altair liked to hear about fighting.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 16, 2011 22:00:52 GMT -5
Lark caught the expression on Altair’s face—her words did come out a bit suggestive in the sense of a possible issue on Lark’s end. That was fine though. She felt that she pulled off her bit very well. I will protect Josh. I will. It was a repetitive thing in her head now a days; rarely was there a time when it did not cross her mind every time she passed another fire student or exchanged a foul word with someone. Even when they fought off those two students in the hallway and he blew it off like it was nothing, she still protected him. She would continue to do so, no matter how he acted. They had been friends for way too long to allow that to come between them. Damn her never-faltering loyalty. Lark merely shrugged off her continuous strand of subtle hints at being a traitor. It would do no good to respond now, not after all the effort it took to lie to Altair’s face about Josh. He was one of the few people she had left. Lark raised an eyebrow. “Serious? If the dude told you he could fly, would you believe him because he sounded serious?” She took another bite of pizza, her voice level and calm as she focused on eating. She was not agitated with Altair in the least—in fact, this was good practice for all of the future lies she would be spewing out about she and Josh’s friendship. It killed her inside, but it had to be done.
But it seemed that her convictions to keep their friendship safe came a little too late. Altair seemed convinced that the rest of her element was at her back, ready to attack her at a moment’s notice. It actually gripped at her heart for a brief moment—if that were to happen, what was she going to do? Fighting off one, maybe two or three was one thing, but the entire fire element? Lark would be outnumbered, and be wiped out. No one would be able to protect her then. The fearful part of her wanted to ask Josh for help, but she knew that would not do any good. He was not one to go out of his way for things like that, friend or not. Samson did not need to be involved in her affairs—for whatever reason she felt it would be unfair. Altair was already prepared to take the side of her element over Lark, so there would be no safe haven there. Jack…she did not even have the heart to mention the situation to him. She could not bear to put him through that. Wiping her hand on a spare napkin she placed on the tray, Lark took that spare moment to compose properly. Her expression was stoic. “I’m good at pissing off people. It’s actually a talent of mine.” She stated flatly, taking a swig of her drink. It was actually very true. “But you know, it’s no big deal. I know I’ve done nothing wrong so if they wanna be pissed off, let ‘em.” It was hard to say, hard to swallow, but it had to be done. She wanted so badly to text someone—anyone—and talk to them about this, but there was not a soul to discuss it with. Well, aside from Josh, and that would do no good at this point.
Finally, Lark could feel her heart’s pace ease up when Altair finally tossed in the towel and allowed her words to be truth, even if there might have been a hint of doubt in her voice. She wanted to toss back a biting remark about Altair’s comment; it shocked the brunette at how quickly people chose sides just to protect some stupid elemental alliance. Fuck your friends over, anything to keep an alliance in order, right? Disgusting. No matter, Lark remained loyal to the fires and thunders in every aspect except for Joshua. For whatever reason, that meant nothing to everyone else. It took everything she had within her to keep a straight face and keep her thoughts to herself. Altair was a friend now, no matter how fickle her loyal tendencies were. Just as Lark was able to swallow her remark, Altair spoke again. For her safety? Obviously she was not going to be safe if the entire element was against her, but she appreciated the warning none the less. Her half smile displayed that. “Yeah, I guess I better get on that.” The next word of warning was somewhat uplifting, but still not as comforting as she would have liked. Lark nodded in agreement as she finished up her slice of pizza. “I will. Thanks.” It was not often she expressed gratitude, but in this situation there was not much else she could do.
Once that incident was over and done with, they were finally entering a less intimidating subject even if it remained in the genre of the war. Discussing fights was one deal, but gaining intelligence that your life was in danger was another. What the fuck am I going to do now? I can’t survive against all of the other fire students… Sure she could talk to each and every one of them, but if they were set in the opinion she was also a traitor, what good was it going to do? Altair finally believed her, but Lark had a feeling that the blonde was still skeptical. I can’t…see Josh anymore…? Not that they saw one another much to begin with, but still. It hurt. Quickly the female shoved all of these weak thoughts from her mind—they made her vulnerable and feeble. That was not needed right now. She had to focus. “Heh, you really are a bad ass.” Lark shook her head. It was actually a complement, though she was not going to make it sound much like one. “It doesn’t help at all. They just get bored and have nothing better to do than sit in a fuckin’ classroom and stare at us after hours. They seriously need to get laid.” The brunette chuckled a bit at the thought, glad to have the other conversation behind her.
“I’ve had a couple, but they were not really what you’d consider fights.” Lark grabbed her drink again and leaned back in her chair, acting nonchalant about the entire situation. “They fell after a few hits so…it was not at all fair to them. Maybe if they’d get a backbone it would be worth more effort.”
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Nov 18, 2011 17:27:09 GMT -5
Altair’s eyes snapped up from her food to meet Lark’s gaze evenly. ”Did I say I would believe everything he told me because he looked serious?” she said coldly. It was like Lark underestimated her intelligence. The girl just assumed that because Altair said he was serious, that she bought into everything because he looked that way or he was a good liar. Altair didn’t believe she was exceptionally observant, but she can generally tell when someone is lying. ”I know he’s serious because I know who he is, and he doesn’t make empty threats. Not just because he fucking looked serious.” She rolled her eyes. It was true, she had no doubt that this guy would follow through, and that’s why she said that he was serious about it. Lark clearly didn’t know about her, otherwise she’d have realized this. It was part of the reason Altair hated dealing with people—they thought they understood when they really have no idea.
Her stare was hard a moment longer before she snorted. ”You don’t say.” When it came to Altair, it had nothing to do with talent. It wasn’t like she was difficult to set of because she was more or less a ticking time bomb, and the timer reset after every time she blew up and struck out. She didn’t know why this was, it was just how god wired her, apparently. And she didn’t care to change. Why should she change for anyone? She wash appy the way she was, personality-wise. Altair had been steadily changing other aspects of her life for Ro’s benefit and the future that she would make sure they had, but she would never change anything about her. She guessed a benefit of this was she didn’t expect anyone to change for her. People were people. Altair shrugged, picking up her burger again. She was almost done, and already felt full. Didn’t take a lot, considering her lithe form. ”Your prerogative.” Altair wasn’t going to tell the girl what to do, except for that little warning that Lark could heed or disregard if she chose to do so. She wasn’t going to babysit her friend, though. Friend. Weird. Friends were different to her than they were to others—she considered people she could tolerate friends, but it rarely went beyond that. No one got in, nothing got out. That didn’t mean she couldn’t dick around with other people she’d taken a fancy to.
She wasn’t like her vindictive Thunder sister, and grudges didn’t stay too long, especially when she was friends with someone before a particular episode. Lark was considered a friend. Altair snorted once again at the other girl’s bad ass comment. She knew that she was pretty fucking awesome, because she fed her own ego. Some people needed others to assure them of their worth—Altair did that all by herself. That’s why it’s called self-esteem, she thought sarcastically. That’s why she didn’t understand people who could be so easily bullied. No one else could tell you who you are. ”Too bad no one wants to fuck a pasty, washed-up teacher with balding spots,” she said with a smirk. ”That’s why they get off on holding us in detention. Gives them a sexual thrill.” She was more-than-pleased to bash the professors at this school, even though they were giving her an opportunity that was pretty fucking good. No, Altair was never one to admit something like that. She had too much pride, after all.
Altair took a sip of her drink as Lark did. ”It’s almost criminal, using them as punching bags.” She said this dryly, because she had nothing against it. The Fire girl didn’t understand people who didn’t fight back when attacked or who were knocked out with one well-placed punched, but they were good for her aggression. ”But it’s survival of the fittest. Eventually they’ll learn.” The weak were fed on by the strong, and that’s the way the world worked. Darwin knew one or two things. She wasn’t very intelligent, per say, but she wasn’t a complete idiot either. Running on this train of thought, she commented, ”There’s always a lot of people missing in class nowadays. Probably up in the medical wing.” They could come back after they’d recovered, but they would also be heckled about losing a fight. Rumors about fights travel through the halls quickly, it was amazing to experience. Just like public school.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 19, 2011 0:17:28 GMT -5
Lark could not help but emit a small, quiet bout of sarcastic laughter; it was not often she displayed such a response to something someone said, but it had to be done. It was either that, or lay Altair out on the ground and bury the blonde six feet under for even trying to push the envelope with the situation. Altair was considered a friend, but Josh came first. That’s how it would be. Period. The laughter was brief, but enough to shove away any other emotions that might have edged its way into Lark’s current state of stoicism. “Nope, you didn’t. I never accused you of a damn thing.” The brunette raised her eyebrows with a half smirk, clearly indicating that at least she was not reciprocating the accusations tossed at her by Altair. Lark wanted to live along the lines of ‘an eye for an eye’, but she was growing tired of the same bullshit over and over in regards to Joshua and their friendship. It grew old, really fast. That being said, Lark ignored the rest of Altair’s statement regarding Tim. Tim could go and fuck himself and throw his contorted body off of a cliff for all she cared. It was such a satisfying image, in fact, that she could not help but smirk.
Altair snorted a bit at her comment, but Lark did not dwell much on her response. After all, these discussions all started with an accusation that the brunette was a traitor—how the fuck did anyone expect a full blow discussion on it after that? It was a good thing Lark continually told herself over and over that this was to protect one of her best friends and her own health as well, and eventually that coated the anger that may have been there otherwise. Friend or not, Altair stepped on a few toes and Lark was not pleased. It took everything she had to try and keep the conversation as civil as she could after that, and was thus grateful for Altair’s discussion about the academy teachers. They weren’t actually that bad, but if you were someone that got detention every five minutes she supposed that they would develop quite the hatred for their educators. Lark personally could care less, of course, but it was better than the alternative. Much better. The alternative would not bode well for either of them. “They probably do, the sick bastards,” Lark replied, returning a smirk of her own. “And who knows. I bet there’s some desperate wench in this school willing to fuck for a good grade.” It was most likely a true statement—it happened a lot in school, especially ones outside of the academy. She had her share of middle school and the horrors of teenager-dom. A lot of horny bastards and a lot of slutty chicks. She was glad to be absolutely nothing on either end of the spectrum. She was just existing. Too bad some people wished for that existence to vanish over some stupid alliance.
Then, it was back to the war. Lark supposed it was unavoidable, being as she was the one who asked Altair about her recent Earthie beatings, but after the invasion on the brunette’s privacy she was not entirely sure that this discussion was enjoyable any more. It lost a lot of its luster. Josh would be disappointed in me… And although Joshua knew her alliances lay with the fires and thunders, it was still possible this could elicit a shake of his head and a disdainful glance. It was strange how she could visualize his response. Lark shook it off and shook her head in agreement with Altair as if nary a thought passed through her mind. “It’s pathetic,” She mumbled through a bite of her second slice of pizza. “If they don’t learn, oh well. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” For a moment, she glanced around the room. The hostility rested between the tables like a thick, suffocating fog that you could almost see. A student further down the way let out a yelp as a different student shoved him to the ground and dumped a tray of food on top of his face before walking off—it was most likely a fire or a thunder that did the damage, judging by the scowl on the kid’s face. That, and Lark prided in her element. She knew what they were capable of. Pride mixed with disgust. They want to take me out, don’t be so fucking proud. Lark’s hand twitched at the mention of the medical wing—who knew how many students filed in and out of there on a daily basis with the war going on. It still hurt every now and again, but Sachiele saved her ass with that water bottle and cloth wrap in the dorm room. Saved her ass from embarrassment and a permanent mark. “Probably. Tch. Fuck the medical wing. If you can’t take care of yourself, you don’t even need the chance to fight.” Lark tended to a lot of her own injuries and hardly stepped foot into the medical wing—hell, she could not even remember a time doing so, at least in the past year.
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