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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Mar 5, 2012 23:36:31 GMT -5
  Yeager smelled his friend before he saw him, the 200-pound affectionately nicknamed 'Whopper', carrying with him a presence in his scent. He waved a hand in front of his nose. "Jesus, Whop, I'd tell you get a shower, but you probably don't fit in there anymore." He sat on the table, his feet on the bench, and Whopper punched him in the arm. Of course, he wasn't really upset. "Shut up, fag, I was running track." He sat on the bench, and Yeager really did have to scoot away from him. "I'm not kidding, you smell like a horse's ass." The Water student was not a priss, but Christ, he appreciated his nasal passageways and would not like them to be assaulted by Whopper-scent. His other friends came up then, and they greeted each other as usual before getting to talking about what they'd been up to. Most had been up to Skyrim, or sports, or papers for school.
He informed them of how his grandmother totaled his car. "She was high off her ass," he explained, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his curly hair. Half the group simply stared at him. "Why the fuck was she in your car?" Yeager shrugged, put on a sturgeon face. "I don't know, she had to go hold up a bank or something." Honestly, he couldn't explain Nana Grace to anyone. She was a creature unto herself. After swapping stories, he went with a couple of guys into the building, trying to find something to do now that they didn't have any classes for the rest of the day. So far, Yeager was doing decently with his grades. Decently. For him, that meant the C-range and a little bit above. He knew that whenever he went home to his parents, it would be Luke scolding him and that man knew how to inflict pain. It was mostly him and the fact that he actually wanted to be something that drove him forward.
Hand in the pockets of his jeans, he looked down the hall and noticed the bathrooms, an idea coming to mind. He nudged Whopper, and smirked. Being that it was the end of the year, Yeager was beginning to get a grasp on manifesting water on his own. However, the bathrooms had water of their own. He focused on calling it forth, adding his own water in there for power, before hearing the satisfying sound of pipes bursting. He waited before seeing the water leak out from underneath the door, and gave a laugh that bordered on gasping thanks to the fact that he had exhausted a bit of energy on flooding the restrooms. Yeager clapped Whop on the shoulder, holding his chest as he said, "Holy shit, I wonder how many people are in there." Whopper laughed too as his friend leaned against the wall, trying to avoid getting his Lacoste shoes wet.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 6, 2012 0:42:11 GMT -5
 Can you read between the lines?
Or are you stuck in black and white
Hope I'm on the list of people that you hate
It's time you met the monster you have helped create
OUTFIT.
A yawn as wide as the Grand Canyon caught Lark off guard as she shuffled towards the school. Her eyes were hollow and void of the spark that once lit her deep brown eyes; it was possible the lack of sleep was the culprit, but who knew anymore? Maybe it was just weariness from dealing with the world in general. Even with a good night's sleep Lark was still tired, as though all of the rest in the world could not bring her back to life. What she would do for a heavy dose of caffeine. Back at home she had woken up to hearing the TV and Frank on the phone--something about a baseball game with his buddies. She rolled her eyes. Typical. The man could have cared less about his daughter's existence. Selfish bastard. The words frequently crossed her mind every time she thought of Frank, and hardly a smile graced her lips at the mentioning of his name. Nothing about being at home was happy. It was better than going to Hawaii and leaving Josh and Sam and Brett behind. She initially left the house to walk off her frustration, and wound up at the Academy quite a while later.
Might as well talk to one of the professors about my grades, Lark thought randomly, shrugging and entering the large doors of the school. Lately she had been slacking due to lack of sleep and stress, and grades were below par. There was no way she was going to repeat eleventh grade, because that would have been too big of a hit at her pride. She quickly made way towards the offices and searched for one of the professors, but it seemed that all of the rooms were dark. Not one teacher lingered behind during their summer break to work on grades or other random teacher shit that they probably did. Scowling, Lark turned and decided to wander the halls for a little while before finding a possible source of entertainment back at the Hollow. Maybe Josh wasn't busy and she could ask him to grab a coffee or chat at the park. It wasn't a bad day out by any means, so why not? The halls were relatively empty, save for a few stragglers that stuck around in the dorms during summer break. She nodded at most of them whether they were opposing element or not--she was in no mood care.
Give or take ten minutes later, Lark veered off into the bathroom. Sighing, she approached the mirror and leaned against the sink to better examine herself. How pitiful. Lark wrinkled her nose in self-loathing at how far she had truly fallen. If only the sleep would come, then maybe things would slowly get better. Who knew insomnia was so fucking hard to escape? Looking down a little at her shirt, instantly she grimaced. Fuck my...did I seriously? There, hanging out of her shirt, was the tag to her shirt. In her efforts to get away from Frank and being so damn tired she did not even realized her shirt had been flipped around. "Wow, I am just a big mess today." Lark muttered to herself as she took off the shirt. Just as she was about to put it back on--the right way--a loud gurgling sound came from somewhere behind her. As if in slow motion the girl turned her head to look at the toilets. The sound was increasing. "What the--" Before she could even process what was happening, the pipes burst and hundreds of gallons of water came out of the toilets and shot out of the sinks, completely soaking her. She stood there for a minute in sheer shock, shirt still in hand.
Her fists clenched. Her eyes narrowed. And if one stood close enough one could swear they heard her growl. Forgetting she was shirtless, Lark stormed over to the bathroom door and flung it open, the door slamming against the wall. Gripping the door frame she leaned out slightly and caught sight of two boys standing nearby, one leaning against the wall and looking rather proud of himself. So fucking proud. However the other looked rather pleased as well. Who knew which it could be? Twitching her lip up in contempt, she pulled her shirt over her head and stepped out of the room, her favorite Converse shoes making a squishing sound as she moved. "So which one of you fucking pansies decided it would be amusing to fuck with me today?" She growled, her knuckles white. With a quick step--maybe two--Lark made a move and attempted to pin the smaller of the two against the wall, fist poised. He looked too proud, and she didn't like it. "Better start talking or you'll be shitting your teeth for a month."
It's not that complicated and you ain't gotta believe
They'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed
I've never been complacent, I can't afford to be
I know you think you're special but you ain't nothin' |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Mar 6, 2012 16:40:47 GMT -5
Yeager utterly lost it when a brunette chick came out of the bathroom. Luckily, his laughter didn't prevent speech, even though it severely inhibited it. "Fuck, you look like a wet chihuahua," he told her, snickering as he held his stomach. A half-naked chihuahua as it were. "What were you doing in there, sucking some dick? Is a dude gonna come out to?" He peered over to see if there was anyone else in the girls bathroom. One may not think it, but he was a friendly guy when he wasn't being a 'jokester'. He accepted people easily, he was not a high-maintenance person when it came to friendships, and he liked talking to people. But it was too good to pass up, this girl just coming out of the bathrooms drenched and topless. Whopper gave a wolf-whistle and Yeager practically couldn't breathe from all the laughing. It was certainly worth it. Especially since he was regaining his composure from using his powers in such a way.
He kicked up his heel and held his pinkie to his lips when she asked which 'pansy' did it. "Pansies, eh?" he asked, now being an outright dick. But seriously, she was trying to be threatening and called them 'pansies'? Even though he was recovering, he couldn't stop the chick from pinning him against the wall. His smile was devious. "I know I'm sexy and all, but please refrain from taking advantage of little ol' me." He rolled his eyes up, acting as if he was completely oblivious to her rage. Of course he wasn't, he was just confident in himself. The girl was shorter than him, smaller than him, and he was a fighter. No professional training, really, if one didn't count the kickboxing he did in the fourth grade. "Oh, you wanna hear me talk? Okay. I once shit teeth before. Yeah, it was after eating this squirrel on my porch using a couple rocks and a flint. Grew up in America, down south. We all eat squirrels and shit teeth there. Wonderful lifestyle, got a miss it." He didn't feel like he owed any explanation, but he decided he might as well say.
He shook her off, straightening out his shirt. "I would like to take the glory of flooding these restroom facilities," he told her, nodding. "They needed to be cleaned, yanno." Whopper, standing a little ways off, still snickered. Yeager turned his gaze back on the brunette. She was hot, he had to admit, but she was also a bitch and he didn't think he wanted any of that. "No need to get your panties all twisted up, guy. It's water." He had been pranked multiple times before. You didn't live with the Water students and not expect it. But he always laughed it off, because if it was harmless enough, what was the point of getting all worked up? Just get even. That was what he lived by, at least. It saved himself from pointless fights. He never backed down, but he didn't purposely set out to fight. Though he wondered if this would shape up to be one.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 8, 2012 11:45:50 GMT -5
Can you read between the lines?
Or are you stuck in black and white
Hope I'm on the list of people that you hate
It's time you met the monster you have helped create
OUTFIT.
A smirk. The rage in her eyes remained lit like a burning candle, but on her face…was a smirk. Amusement. Sheer and utter amusement. A huff passed her lips, almost the makings of a laugh, but it disappeared in an instant. Her arm was now rested just below his neck; all she had to do was push up and give the brat a good choking, but refrained. Instead, Lark lifted her free hand and displayed her pinkie, waggling it in his face with a devious glint in her eyes. “There’s not much to take advantage of then, is there?” She replied. It was the arrogance he displayed that gave Lark an inkling he might be compensating for something. Either that or he hadn’t been laid in a while and felt the need to show out in front of his friends to make up for it. Whatever the reason Lark’s anger had been slightly subdued but was not beyond giving him a swift punch to the face. Anything to get rid of the confident smile displayed on his lips. Had she been more agile she might have turned and put the other boy to the floor first, but anger preceded rational thought. Lark was now beginning to take notice of the difference in their height and size, but she was not the least bit intimidated. She had taken down guys his size before, but fortunately they were from her own element. This cocky son of a bitch was a Water, which meant Lark was at a great disadvantage. She realized that a little too late, but was too proud to step back and leave things be. Not after those comments. “Ohhh…” Lark acted as though she drifted off in thought, as though considering his story to be real. What the fuck? What kind of a lame ass story was that anyway? “Yeah, so that was what I smelled when came into school today. It’s no wonder you were lurking by the girls’ bathroom…wondering if maybe you were gonna get lucky that one with no sense of smell was gonna come wandering by. Sad day for you.”
Lark released her grip when he brushed her off, standing back and observing him with a hard stare. The smirk still remained, but less noticeable by this point. One fist was still clenched and white-knuckled, ready to beat his face in if he stepped forward just once. There was no point in using her abilities around a water; she might be a hot head and lose some sense of judgment but not enough to go throwing fire around when he had the capability to flood the entire bathroom. That, and amongst the small fleeting thoughts was one that stuck out rather boldly. What would Joshua think if I actually attacked this kid? After their ordeal in the woods and how torn she was over switching sides, attacking a Water student would not be a great way to start. “Next time don’t forget to wash yourself while you’re at it,” Lark commented, wrinkling her nose a bit in feigned disgust. Obviously he did not smell bad physically, but his attitude could definitely use a good bath. Not that Lark was any better, but why spend time working on herself when clearly she had a right to be angry? Trying to fight back the anger surging through her body, she wrung out her tank top and ran a hand through her soaked hair. She had to repeat ‘Josh would kill me’ over and over again in her head to ensure that her fist would not meet his face. At least, not unless it was fully warranted, which for Lark could mean anything. It would at least be warranted to her. Another huff passed her lips at his ‘guy’ comment; obviously it was meant to be an insult, but to Lark it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Lark was the tomboy. She hated skirts, short shorts, dresses, high heels, and giggling over boys and acting all around like a stupid bimbo. That was not who she was, and it was something Lark prided herself in. She had yet to find another female who could dress down like her and be completely comfortable with themselves. At least, not here at the Academy. What she would give to find another girl with common ground. The smirk twitched back to life, but only for a second as she passed a stare between the boy she attacked and the one who so conveniently found himself a fair distance away from them. “So the rumors are true. Guys do like to prance around in panties after all. I would be a bit worried about the package being a little too constricted but I’m not so sure you have much to worry about.” Although Lark did not back down from a fight if one started, she would rather avoid being the instigator. She lost her cool coming out of that bathroom, seeing the gleeful look on the boy’s face only setting her into a higher rage. For a moment—a brief but glorious moment—Lark found a semblance of her former self. Part of her was disgusted, but at the same time it was like taking a cold drink of water after days in the desert. Who knew having an outburst could be so medicinal? That’s not to say that Lark would not haul off and hit him should he say something that truly set her into a true rage, but would rather avoid a scolding from her best friend. He knew that she needed to stick to her alliances until the decision was made, but even so if she did switch…how good would this look?
It's not that complicated and you ain't gotta believe
They'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed
I've never been complacent, I can't afford to be
I know you think you're special but you ain't nothin' |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Mar 9, 2012 15:00:07 GMT -5
Yeager wondered what element this chick was in. Right now he was gunning for either Fire or Wind, because the latter could also have that "I'd kill you if I had a good place for the body" look. He stuck out his chest provocatively and said, "Ooh, baby, you'll never know until you try." If he had a better conscience, he might be thinking better of it. His parents certainly wouldn't approve of him fucking around with someone who was probably innocently going about her business in the bathroom. Robert would understand--he was a Water, came from a family of them. On the other hand, he believed that Luke would simply be aghast. But he didn't have his parents on his shoulder all the time, telling him what he should and shouldn't be doing. Yeager didn't believe this chick actually considered his story to be true or anything, because it was obvious he was just trying to be as big a douchebag as possible. And it looked like she was going to snark right back, which pleased him. "Bitch please, I smell fabulous." He popped his collar as if to emphasize this. "So fabulous that I don't need to lurk around bathrooms. Because I mean, look at you...don't want any stanky angry hoes." Wow, that may have been a little meaner than intended, but he was not going to take it back. Of course not.
Yeager watched the girl, wondering if she really was going to punch him. Well, he had to admire a fighting spirit. Would he hit her back? Well, he was always taught that everyone was equal, and so he figured a girl that can throw a punch should be expected to take one too. He jabbed a finger at his rather large friend. "Actually, that's Whop over there." The blond Water kid shrugged in a surrendering gesture, going along with it. He blinked when she looked at them, wondering how she was going to respond. Was this going to turn into a fight? He wouldn't mind. Well, he'd rather not get any detentions should a professor find them out. Not because he was actually a good student, but because he was doing bad enough already. "Uh...guy...like slang," he explained slowly as if she was simple. "Like bro or dude or whatever you kiddies like to say these days." Yeager nodded as if verifying this.
He had to admit, she was funny and kind of scary at the same time. Like a Tasmanian devil. Yeager didn't have a habit of being intimidated when he should be, or rather he never appeared to be so. "Well uh, maybe you can go on your merry way and a janitor can clean this up," he said, hands in his pockets and sounding as if he was simply observing the weather. "Unless you have anything else to lob at me. Ooh, maybe you can say I have smelly breath, too." He lifted his shoulders as if eagerly awaiting whatever she came up with. A part of him was wise in the fact that he wanted to leave, the other part knew this was entertainment he needed. What else would he do if he left? Well, find someone else to torment maybe. Actually do some schoolwork. Look for a new car because Nanny Grace got a DUI. Right now, this prospect provided the most entertainment.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 9, 2012 17:54:00 GMT -5
Can you read between the lines?
Or are you stuck in black and white
Hope I'm on the list of people that you hate
It's time you met the monster you have helped create
OUTFIT.
Oh, how Lark wanted to hate him. She wanted to grab his shirt, throw him to the floor and beat him until he was no longer recognizable. At least until the bastard stopped smiling like he owned the fucking world. It was irritating but at the same time Lark had to admit that she saw a bit of herself. A less angry self but she saw it none the less. He was just as cocky, just as mouthy, just as confident. It was actually extremely amusing, and could not help but admire the fact that he did not cower in a corner like a bitch. However, his collar popping caused her to laugh outright, a hand on her stomach. "God, this is just too good," She managed to say, trying to subdue her laughter. The comment about her being a hoe might have bothered any other girl, but there were too problems with that statement: one, she didn't sleep around with just anything that had a dick. Two, if Lark wanted to get around she most certainly wouldn't wear what she was wearing. Since when did a set of cargo pants attract a male anyway? "You might wanna take it easy there, bro. I might start to think your issues with females is just a cover up for the fact that you can't get any."
This kid was truly a piece of work, but Lark was thoroughly enjoying herself. Not many people went out of their way to stick around after her initial burst of anger, and although it pissed her off at how smug he looked there was something about their banter that brought her into a calmer state of mind. It was weird how that worked. Lark rolled her eyes dramatically as he explained what 'guy' meant; sure, she assumed it was meant to be an insult but it did not take a genius to figure out that it was slang. "No shit?" Lark asked, raising an eyebrow with a bit of a smirk. "Woulda never guessed. Thanks for the explanation." That did not mean her insult earlier was diminished by any means, so Lark was not the least bit bothered by the boy treating her like an idiot. She knew for a fact that she wasn't, and did not need anyone telling her otherwise. Her eyes glanced between the two males again and wondered what might have happened had this other guy--apparently nicknamed Whop--decided to step in? He seemed less confrontational than his douche bag friend, which she guessed was better for her anyway. Double the water meant double the trouble. Fortunately Lark avoided revealing her element, and thus far neither of them seemed to be able to decipher which she was just yet.
"Oh, well thank you for releasing me from your alluring grip master. I don't know if I woulda been able to walk away without your permission." Lark replied, rolling her eyes and raising her voice an octave to sound more feminine; it almost hurt to do it, but figured what the hell? Fight was avoided for the time being, she wouldn't get a scolding from Josh, and if the day came when she moved over to their side the awkward re-meet wouldn't be half as bad. Besides, her dad probably wanted her to do some lame ass housework or go and buy him condoms while he sat in his chair with a beer in his hand. Still dripping from the onslaught of water in the bathroom, Lark stopped in her passing to look up at him with a smile on her face. "I don't have to say a damn thing, love," She said with a one eye closed and her tongue barely poking through her lips. "Not a damn thing." With that, Lark pushed past him, then Whopper, and made her way down the hall. She took a moment to glance back at them with a smirk.
It's not that complicated and you ain't gotta believe
They'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed
I've never been complacent, I can't afford to be
I know you think you're special but you ain't nothin' |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Mar 9, 2012 19:56:45 GMT -5
Yeager did enjoy making people laugh, even if said person had previously been seconds away from clocking him in the jaw. Or so he thought. But now she was laughing at him, and his own expression was amused at this development, something he hadn't really been expecting. Well, he thought it was a good sign. Especially because he didn't really mean to make anyone angry with what he did. He just did things to...do them. There was no science behind it, no method to his actions. Placing a hand on his forehead, he swooned dramatically. "Those words hurt," he said. He didn't get mad very easily, and he guessed that's why he turned out a Water. Of course, those in his element could get peeved, but it wasn't as extreme as the temperamental Fires. It took a lot to get on his true bad side, to actually make a real enemy of him. Going for his sex life wasn't one of the ways. He didn't go around talking about who he dated and slept out with as some of his friends did, but he didn't mind talking about his girlfriends. Right now he was single, and he wasn't necessarily looking. He almost said that jokingly to Lark, but resisted.
With her next comment, he gave her a two-handed thumbs up and a prize-winning smile. He really didn't know what to make of this chick now that she didn't look like she was about to tear him limb from limb. She was rather unpredictable, and he didn't mind that at all. Good conversation, she made for, lobbing back whatever he said to her. He appreciated that in a person. Of course, she left more room for him to continue his snark. "You're very welcome," he said. "I'm always here for ya, just remember that." The words were spoken with a melodramatic affection. He tried to think of a time when he ever was serious. He didn't really think there was. Well, not unless he was pissed off at his sister or dealing with the important things in life. He wasn't so much a dick that he'd react with a laugh to something that may be horrific to someone else.
He lifted an eyebrow at her words. Touche. Well, she was rather indignant. He didn't mind, since he was still only trying to get his fun. And at least now he wasn't at risk for getting punched, it seemed. Or maybe he was an he just couldn't tell. Huh. He wasn't very oblivious or bad at reading people, but you could never know. Everyone was unpredictable in their own way, and she might just turn around and sucker punch him. That would definitely mean a fight. He was just about to comment on her 'spunk' before she pushed her way between the two. After she turned around, he wolf-whistled and called out to her, "Dat ass." Well, that was an interesting meet up, but unfortunately this meant boredom again. He didn't think anyone would have stayed in the bathroom for that long while the two had their weird...confrontation...meet up. It really couldn't even be considered a meet up, since he didn't even know her name. He just shrugged it off and made his way to the Water dorms, to see if anyone else was hanging out there.
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