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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 27, 2012 21:00:10 GMT -5
Lark was in an unusually chipper mood. There was a smile on her face as she lounged in the living room, tapping her socked foot in the air as though conducting a silent orchestra. Her eyes slipped closed for the moment, completely lost in whatever happiness it was she had found. Although home life had not improved by any means, Lark was trying to take the days in stride and soak up the positive rays of sunshine that did come her way. She was happy about her decision to switch sides, and things were progressing slowly in that area. It killed her to walk away from Sam--it was one of the only nagging, negative thoughts that tried to bring in a small grey cloud to cover the sun in her mind. Earlier that day, Josh helped her cope with the problem by inviting her over to the house for the day; what better way to spend time than with your best friend? She could not think of anything she'd rather do more.
Sitting at Lark's feet was a black guitar case, the one she bought specifically for the electric Josh bought her on her birthday. She played it more often than Josh probably knew, and used the amplifier whenever Frank was not home. Music--aside from the friends she had--had been Lark's saving grace over the past few months, and was actually surprised that she had improved instead of flailing around helplessly. When someone strove to ignore the world falling apart around them, they clung to the things they held dear, the things that would not crumble or vanish into thin air. Passions, hobbies, and close friends kept Lark going, gave her a reason to live. Her thoughts drifted back to when she was in Hawaii, surfing with her classmates and learning how to balance on the board without taking a face plant into the salty ocean. Though there were a few rough patches, she would not trade the good memories for the world. But my best memories are here. The move was distressing, but everything after that had moments she could never forget. First meeting Josh. Lark's lips twitched into a smile, remembering their first fight. Both fiery and ready to throw a punch, but in the end found their common ground. It was amazing how much they had grown up, and how close they had become.
Samson became a friend shortly after school started at the Academy; the quiet Thunder student always had a place in Lark's heart. She was always protective of him, though he could care for himself. The alliances would separate them now. Lark made new friends now, too, and she cared for them greatly. Nell was a good person, amusing, and put Lark at ease. Ashton could talk your ear off, but a good friend and someone she admired. She would get her chance to surf again thanks to him; he really had no idea what it meant to her to be trusted and invited in so quickly. Still drifting around in thought, it startled her to hear someone walking around the room. Turning her head she saw one of the maids cleaning, not really paying much mind to Lark's presence. That was fine though. Eventually the girl grew a little restless and thought maybe they could find something to do. It was a nice day out, after all. "Joooosh?" Lark called out, not really sure where he had gotten off to. She slumped against the couch and let her foot dangle above the floor. "Are you up for doing something? Because I...wanna do something. I dunno what, though. But we should go outside and find something to do." She was in such a weirdly happy mood today, but was not going to question it. Whenever the happy days came through, she was going to take it and hold on tight.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 27, 2012 22:19:46 GMT -5
It was a sign of how comfortable Joshua was with Lark that he could leave her to her own devices in his home while he bustled about doing other things, making sure everything was in order before he truly settled down for the day. He'd invited her over with the sole intention of spending time with her today, no ulterior motives involved. It was not for something important. Now that Lark was switching alliances, they could take risks like this without glancing over their shoulders in paranoia. It was nice. His business around the house had nothing to do with chores, seeing as he had the maids to handle all of that for him. He smiled at one of them on his way downstairs. They did not often make conversations but he was easy enough on them and it was good pay. He lived in a mansion, after all, drove a shiny car. He could afford the staff. It was strange having the authority to boss around those who were older than he was but it was something he'd adapted easily to. "Hey Belle," he greeted his sister as he paused by her door, noting that she was playing video games. She returned with a, "Hey," but did not take her eyes off the screen, fingers working madly over the controls. He entered the room and sat down beside her on the bed, glancing at the screen. "Whatcha playin', sis?" She nudged the case with her toe in response, Left 4 Dead 2 emblazoned across it's cover. "Ah."
After a few minutes, she completed the level and gave a satisfied nod, turning her attention to Joshua. "Wanna play?" He was not very good at video games by any means and so he hesitated. "I suck." She rolled her eyes, handing him a controller. "I'm sure you're not that bad." He arched an eyebrow doubtfully but accepted it nonetheless. He noticed she was playing it on expert difficulty and so it did not surprise him when he died within the first thirty seconds of gameplay. "Josh, what the hell! I told you to watch out for the Jockey!" He blinked, shaking his head. "First of all, I don't know what that is. Second—" She shook her head in exasperation and cut him off. "That thing that was riding your ass, Josh. That is a Jockey. You need to watch your back!" He did not know what amused him more: 'riding your ass' or the fact that his sister was speaking as if she was an expert on the game. Which, considering she was playing on expert mode, she sort of was. "Point taken. Told you I sucked." She laughed and he finished the round with her despite many failed attempts. "Alright, sis, I gotta get back to Lark, 'kay?" She nodded. "You still suck."
"Yeah, I know."
He poked his head into the living room when Lark called his name, praising himself silently on his good timing. "Mm?" He strolled into the room and flopped down in one of the chairs by the fire, lighting said fire with a flick of his wrist. It roared to life and its heat started a slow spread through the room. "Sure thing, Lark, I'm up for anything." He had called her here to hang out, after all, and so he was definitely planning on doing something with her. He realised that he'd have been back down a lot sooner if he hadn't been side-tracked by his little sister and her video games. "Annabel roped me into a zombie-killing mission. In the event of an apocalypse, Lark, do not hand me a gun. I'll stick to being the medic." He grinned as he hinted at the fact that he'd gotten his ass kicked by the Horde as they poured in around the screen. "How about a game of tennis?" he suggested, standing up and flicking his wrist again. The fire went out and he left the room and started down the hall toward a door that led out back, though not the main way into the garden. "Nell's planning something with the garden, I don't want to disturb it," he said by way of explanation. He liked that his fiancée was living here with him. It was comforting. "I think she's at work. Maybe out with friends." Stepping out into the sunshine, stretching and loving the way it seeped into him, he said, "You play much tennis?"
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 28, 2012 0:37:17 GMT -5
Lark had closed her eyes, still laying there on the couch, foot swinging limply before she heard Joshua's small reply. She opened them and rolled her head to look at her friend with a bright smile on her face. "Excellent," She replied, sitting up and combing through her hair to put it back into place. The fire roared to life, the warmth inviting. Even in the warmer months, Fires enjoyed the heat; even the dungeons were hot. Lark laughed--a true, ringing laugh that had managed to escape her until today. It felt good. "I'll keep that in mind. I'll haul the weaponry with Annabel and you can shadow us with a first aid kit." Her gaze was light, teasing. For one of the first times since Joshua switched alliances, Lark was actually able to be here and simply spend time. No strings, no ulterior motives, no nothing. Just time with one of the people she truly cared about. Lark perked up an eyebrow at the mention of tennis; that was one sport she never had an opportunity to play. "Oh, sure! That sounds fine to me." She willingly got up and followed her friend outside, passing by a few doors and maids along the way. She felt out of place in this house sometimes, but not as much as she did in her own home with Frank. This was more of a home to her than home was.
"I'd like to see it when she's done," Lark remarked, her fondness for the Earth girl evident in her words. She was more than willing to befriend the others in her new alliance, but she had a particular attachment to Nell and Ashton. They were her first friends, and Lark actually preferred to have only a few in her inner circle, though the outer circle could use some expansion. That way she could cherish those she held dear even more. Lark shrugged a little bit, not one to be particularly nosy about people's whereabouts. "That's okay. I look forward to some time with you. One day all three of us can do something together." She was not opposed to that at all. Over time, Lark was learning to cope better with other people, and figure out certain social cues that required a decent response. She was still a Fire, still had her anger problems, but with friends they were under better control than with strangers. Once she followed him outside, Lark inhaled deeply and also took a stretch, enjoying the warm weather. "I've actually never played tennis," She admitted without hesitation. It was nothing to be ashamed of, so she did not have any issue telling him. "Are you gonna teach me? I'm willing to learn, so long as you don't peg me with tennis balls." Lark had not taken full notice of it, but she spoke differently, laughed differently. There was a lightness to her walk, a lift to her voice, a glow to her dark eyes. Without really waiting for Josh to direct her, the girl walked over towards the courts, glancing back at him expectantly.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 28, 2012 1:17:15 GMT -5
He laughed, the mental image too amusing to resist. He did not believe in the end of the world or any apocalyptic theories but he did think he'd be more useful as a doctor than a fighter. Then again, who would need to use a gun when you had elemental powers? "You think zombies would quail under the heat of a blaze?" The molotovs in the game certainly suggested as much. If only he could pick up a controller and have an elemental at his command. "Now my hand hurts a bit. Button mashing is neither healthy nor a good idea." He rubbed at his thumb but did not sound as bothered as he looked. His fingers hurt a little from how hard he was pressing the controls but it would pass soon enough. He often wondered how people like his sister could sit in front of a television screen for hours and never complain of hand and wrist pains. It was a mystery to him. "Okay, awesome." He was surprised she agreed so quickly to his impromptu idea and then reminded himself it was Lark who'd suggested some outside fun anyway. In all the years he'd known her he'd never invited her over for a tennis match. They'd mostly messed around in the house and simply spent time with one another. He did not like to waste time but he did not see hanging around his friends as a waste of time at all. Even if all they did was sit around and talk, Joshua was comfortable.
"I'll give you a call when it's finished." He, too, was excited to see what magic his fiancée would work within the garden. It had been a part of his childhood under the green thumb of his mother and it would be a part of his adulthood under Nell's careful hand. He trusted her. "Same. It's been a pain only meeting up when one of us wants something." He'd never blamed Lark for only calling upon him in times of need and he was sure she'd not blamed him, either, but it had felt like they were forgetting the old times where their friendship had been light and easy. There was nothing simple about the alliances, nothing at all. The concept was easy enough but the inner workings were not so basic. "We can definitely hang out as a group some time. It'd be good for all of us." He was always glad when his friends were also friendly with Nell for it meant there was less awkwardness in the long run. They did not restrict each other's friendships (he didn't mind she was friends with Ethan, for example) but harmony was preferable.
"You haven't? Well, I can definitely show you the ropes." He was a decent teacher, actually, something that had come as a surprise to him. He was in the process of teaching his sister how to play and he'd taught her other things, too, things pertaining to her academics. She'd never pass without her older brother to guide her through things. She spent far too much time on video games. He loved her, though. "No need to worry about getting assaulted by the tennis balls. I'll only play hard if you do." His father could truly coax the violence of the sport out of him, hitting the balls back and forth like they were trying to murder the other. He was pretty relaxed when playing with most other people, provided the other party didn't take it too seriously. His competitive streak was brought out when other people made a point of acting tough. He grabbed his racket and tossed Lark one, too. "The way you hold the racket makes all the difference," he said. "Make sure you don't hold it too loosely or it'll just fly out of your hands but if you hold it too tight, your hand will cramp up. Try not to hit the ball at too awkward an angle or you might hurt your wrist." There was a lot of force behind the impact sometimes. "I'll go light to start us off so I don't think you'll have too much to worry about." Once they were both on their respective sides, Josh tossed the ball up and swatted it easily toward her.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 28, 2012 2:47:33 GMT -5
Lark chuckled and nodded a little bit. "I sure hope so, because that's probably our strongest asset." Although she had not mastered half of what Josh had, she would in due time. She wanted to be strong, powerful, but not for the reasons that some people would think. If this power could be helpful in any way, then she would make it so. Lark felt helpful already, siding with the people who were weak against it. They were tough and could handle their own fights to be sure, but if they needed her she would be there. The guilt she would feel attacking another Fire or a Thunder would not even exist, unless it was Sam. That would be something she was not so sure she could do. They might have broken alliances and would not be friends, but Lark would not mindlessly throttle him in the hallway or give him hateful glares. She simply couldn't. Lark smirked. "I'm sure they didn't appreciate being mashed. Poor buttons." The girl shook her head dramatically, as though lamenting over the controller buttons.
There were very few feelings in the world Lark cherished, but the way she felt right now was worth holding on to as long as possible. It was a mixture of different emotions, but she grouped them all into one. "Good." The smile on her face faltered a little at his next words, a pang of guilt smacking her in the chest. It was something they had agreed to last year during the war, that they would only see one another when absolutely necessary. There were no other options without putting either of them at risk. Even so Lark hated herself for burdening Josh with her problems. She tried to repress it for the sake of the day though, because it was going to be relaxing and fun. "I look forward to it. We'll find something fun to do." She was up for anything if it meant spending time with friends. Well, anything that did not involve drugs or excessive drinking. That was not going to happen, not ever again. Nell was a different story, though. "I learn this stuff decently fast but...we'll see how quick I can grab onto those ropes." Lark could only hope she wouldn't make a fool of herself, but even if she did at least it was only Josh who would see her. He'd witnessed damn near everything else; what could it hurt to fuck up a tennis match and throw it into the pile?
"I don't get competitive in a sport that I'm not confident in, so I guess I can avoid a tennis ball beating for the day," Lark informed him with a smile. She was arrogant with her skills in the area of sports and keeping up with the guys, but if she was new to the game there was no sense in setting up for a fall. Pride could either allow her to think she could handle a match blindly, or allow her to understand that it would be better to wait and gain knowledge before trying to start up a competition. She chose the latter. Catching the racket, Lark listened to Josh give her the basic guidelines for the handle grip. First the held it lightly, then instinctively tensed up, then loosened again. She supposed it was similar to that of a baseball bat or a hockey stick. The girl flailed the racket in her hand and looked at Josh, eyebrow raised. "I have a sinking feeling I'm gonna fuck this up," Her voice was light as she spoke, clearly not all that worried about it. "But hopefully I'll improve." As soon as he hit the ball, Lark shifted a little towards it, sweeping her hand in a sort of awkward over hand swing. The ball made impact with the racket, smacking the ground in front of her and flying through the air towards Josh. Lark passed him a sheepish smile. "Well, I'd say that deserves an 'F'. Let's try that again." She adjusted her grip on the handle, scrunching her nose a bit while attempting to find a comfortable hold. "How do I know when to hit underhand or overhand? Because obviously what I did was wrong."
[That movie seriously killed my muse in that last post. Such a difference! Twilight really does try to steal more than my soul, it seems. XD]
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 28, 2012 9:52:15 GMT -5
Despite the brief falter when he'd mentioned their old meet-ups, Joshua thought that Lark looked to be in a better mood than usual these days. It cheered him up to see his best friend in such good spirits and he often wondered why she was in such a chipper mood. It wasn't like Lark was a miserable person but there was a difference between a neutral mood and a good one. "It's relatively easy to pick up on. Mastery is a different thing entirely. I've been playing for years." He was really good at tennis. It was like this one sport had strived hard to make up for all the others that he wasn't any good at. A lot of people looked down on tennis but he wasn't the type to give a shit what other people thought. "Good tactic. Getting cocky when you suck at something definitely isn't the best idea." His brother had always boasted and crowed about being better at something than he really was. Why was it a shock, then, when the real pros ended up kicking his ass? He never understood people who were overly confident in themselves. Sensible confidence was understandable but anything else made no sense to Josh.
He grinned at her, not offering any argument. It would not come as a shock to him if she missed or otherwise screwed up for the first little while. Tennis might not have been difficult to understand but no one was born knowing how to play. He'd had a combination of teachers in his opponents but he'd never actually asked for too much help beyond taking their tips into account, merely watching the styles of others and trying to figure out how to hold his wrist and position his racket. Going too short or too far when running for the ball was also a common occurrence. Tripping when running backward was possible. "Well, no. Give yourself a 'D'. At least you didn't miss." He grinned at her, teasing but friendly. There had been a time in their childhood when playful teasing had resulted in not-so-playful arguing and fighting but they'd both matured a lot since then. Josh had learned that fighting his friends was not always the best way to win an argument nor the best way of keeping friends. "For your first shot it wasn't that terrible, don't worry. Annabel missed a whole lot before she hit the ball the first time. Don't tell her I said that, mind." He smirked. His sister hated losing. No one liked it but she took it especially hard.
Lark asked for tips and he thought about a good way to word his answer before he voiced it. "Watch the ball," he said. "Underhand is best for when it's close to the ground or if you think it could do with a little more height. Overhand shots tend to propel it down instead of up. It can be a good way to get a point on your opponent if you hit it down over the net and they miss but you've got to be careful you don't lose too much height." Then the ball simply crashed into the net and back over to your own side, effectively counting the point against you. "Also, keep in mind that tennis isn't a stationary sport. Feel free to move around." It was common sense but he figured he would mention it nonetheless. It was not ping-pong ball, you couldn't stay stationary at one end of the court and simply hit the ball from there. He planned to go easy enough on Lark for now and not send her all over the court, mostly because it was unfair to do so. It was easier to learn when you didn't have to spend half your time trying to locate the damn ball in order to hit it. Picking up the tennis back, Josh backed up from the net and hit it over again.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 28, 2012 14:36:38 GMT -5
"Well, just keep bragging why dontcha?" Lark teased, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. She knew Josh took an interest in tennis, just as he did with chess and puzzles. Josh was more the thinker of the pair, while Lark enjoyed a bit more action. She did not mind sitting down and doing other things though, so long as it interested her friends. If Josh had suggested a puzzle or a game of chess, she would not have said no. "I've learned that the hard way. Though I think most people who have any sort of pride has had their moments." When Lark was younger and more arrogant, she definitely had her fair share of prideful moments that wound up being more of an embarrassment than anything else. Missing the ball--or well, smacking the ball in a horribly wrong direction--was a bit of a downer, but Josh did not seem the type to make fun of her for messing up on her first try. In fact, though there was a teasing edge to his voice she still appreciated his complement. "Fine then, teach, I'll take the 'D'. Let's see if I can at least get a 'B' by the end of this. Gotta keep my grades up you know." Her eyes sparkled with humor and amusement, something that only recently started to appear. She was forever trying to pinpoint exactly what it was that changed her, but it was a mixture of different things. New alliance, being able to spend time with her best friend, Ashton...she almost did not hear Joshua talking, but forced herself to listen in. Why is he getting to be such a distraction? "I won't tell her, I promise. Can't have her beating up on you, now can we?"
Lark allowed the racket to roll in her hands as she listened to his advice, her mind drifting a bit but still grasping it. She nodded a little bit and shifted her stance from side to side. "Okay, so..." She swung the racket a few times, trying to get a feel for the swing. There would be times when she would need to hit harder, other times it would need a gentle touch. "Alright, I think I've got this." At Josh's suggestion, the girl moved a little to the side, keeping her knees bent ever so slightly. A lot of sports had you keep your knees bent to prevent from cutting off circulation to the brain; it was not hard to pass out if you stood up too stiff and straight. "Moving around too? You're killing me over here." A smirk crossed Lark's face as he lobbed the ball over the net; it did not take but a moment to move to the side and scoop the racket underneath the ball, but it went off to the side and off of the court. She pouted a little bit and slumped her shoulders. "Ho'ino wale! Well...at least I hit it. Better than losing grip on the racket and hitting you in the head." She chuckled, amused by the image but knowing she would feel awful if that actually happened.
Without waiting for Josh to get the ball, Lark fetched it herself and went back to her original place, bouncing the ball on the court. She remembered watching people play tennis on the TV, but did not really stick around to finish out a match. Hawaii had a few tennis courts near the beach too, but at the time she was young and was more focused on herself than others. "Hopefully I won't take your eye out," Lark said, grinning at him. She was in a really good mood, but hoped Josh would not ask why. He was pretty aware of how she could be with answering questions though, so maybe she was off the hook. Inhaling a little, Lark tossed up the ball and hit it over the net, though it barely skimmed over the top. Had other people been watching the girl would have grown agitated out of embarrassment, but being as they were the only two out here she took all of her mess-ups in stride. "I'm gonna get the hang of this eventually," Lark stated, feeling confident that the game would soon be more natural to her. No where near Joshua's talent, but enough to where they did not have to stop every five seconds.
["Ho'ino wale" means damn or damnit. Just so you know. lol]
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Mar 29, 2012 0:06:01 GMT -5
He'd definitely had his moments with pride. It had been pride that drove him toward a lot of the fights and arguments he'd started over the years. He was not nearly as antagonistic these days but there had been a time when his pride caused many more problems. "A 'B'? Don't flatter yourself, now." He sounded cold and indifferent as he waved his hand dismissively but he was sure Lark would catch on. The summer sun was beating down on them but for now it was only a comfort, not much of a hindrance. He'd deliberately worn a short sleeve shirt in order to catch as much of the rays as he could. Though he was fair-skinned and did not tan well, he was not so pale that it was unattractive. He had colour to his skin, it simply wasn't dark colour. A faint trace of a tan on his arms could be seen if one drew close but it did not make much of a difference. It was a tad ironic if one considered how much time he spent in the sun but it did not bother Josh. "Oh, please. Fictional apocalypses—or would it be apocalypsi?—aside, I could kick her ass any day of the week." He would never touch his baby sister. Wouldn't let anyone else touch her, either, as several people had learned. He did not feel bad about breaking the boy's arm, only that he'd been expelled for it and had gotten a foul reputation for a while. He didn't have sympathy for anyone that picked on his little sister.
He kept an easy posture as he watched Lark test the racket and move around the court a little. His gray eyes watched the ball like a hawk might watch its prey, steady and unwavering except to blink. He wore an expression that might have been described as comically serious if this had not been Josh, who looked his most natural when he was staring with intensity. When she hit it with the racket it took only a moment for him to realise where it was going and so he took only a single step before he stopped and resumed his stance. "That would be my point. We'll not keep score, to be fair." Any ball that went out of bounds was an automatic point for the player on the other side of the court. There were other rules, too, but he was not aiming to overwhelm his best friend. He remembered when a man that played tennis at the country club had originally tried to show him the game he'd poured a bunch of advanced tennis knowledge into the boy's ears, things that meant nothing to him. He'd retained the words and slowly learned their meaning over time. "Yes, please don't throw your racket at me. I don't think Nell would be very pleased if I got a concussion." Hell, he wouldn't be very pleased with it either. Ouch. Concussions were bad news.
He stepped forward with a fluid ease and turned his wrist for an underhand swing of the racket, a soft sound as it connected preceding the ball's journey back across the net. He was normally calm when playing tennis and only took the serious shots and serves when he was angry or playing against someone that was trying their hardest to beat him down. He'd sprained his wrist once in a match against Donovan when he'd spiked the ball so hard that a recoil on the racket had twisted it back. He was not aiming to hurt Lark in any way so he was careful with the intensity of the game. They continued with their back-and-forth for a while and then he stopped for a drink of water, a light sheen of sweat beading his brow. It was intense outside in regards to heat and even as a Fire elemental he was feeling the effects of exertion. "We can break for a few so that we don't wear out too much." Because he was entirely comfortable with Lark as a friend and he wanted to be rid of his clothing before it was soaked in sweat, Joshua stripped off his shirt and tossed it over by the tennis bag that included his favourite rackets and two fresh tubes of tennis balls. It also had a towel, which he picked up and wiped his face with before replacing it. The scars were visible in the daylight, numerous and fierce, but he gave them no thought as he took another long swig of water. "Sure does make you thirsty."
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 31, 2012 2:28:34 GMT -5
Lark chuckled, taking his humor in stride. Had she been anyone else—or not hung out with him often—she might have taken him seriously or thought he was being an asshole. Joshua’s stoic expressions coupled with his remarks could definitely be taken the wrong way, but she was accustomed to it. “I have no one else to flatter me, so I gotta take it upon myself sometimes.” She replied, switching focus between the ball and their conversation. It was, fortunately, not all that difficult. The summer heat was a bit intense, but nothing they could not handle. After a while, she was sure that they would wind up breaking a sweat and finding some shade, but for now it was decently comfortable. Living in Hawaii, and being a Fire both had their perks. Lark rolled her eyes a bit, the faint twitch of a smile on her lips. “Apocalypses. And I highly doubt you would do that to poor Annabel. I’m sure she’s got some fight in her, anyway.” Both knew how protective Josh was over his sister, but Lark was sure Annabel could handle herself just fine. Siblings were naturally protective of one another, no matter how often they fought or said ‘I hate you’. Lark was pretty sure if she had a brother or sister, her protective instincts would be through the roof.
As soon as the ball took off, Josh denying the point. Lark liked to be competitive, but today she felt at ease and was not really interested in making a big deal, and it seemed her friend was feeling the same way. She was still learning about the game anyway, so to keep score was a bit useless in the long run. Josh would wind up winning, and they both knew that all too well. “Thanks,” She said, half smiling a little. Lark figured that, for her, learning the rules of a game were more difficult than actually getting a hang of the movements. It was easy enough to catch a football and run, but there were boundaries. You could kick a soccer ball, but you can’t just kick it anywhere. Lark fared better when she had more control over the ball’s movements, which might be way it was difficult with using a tennis racket. Once the ball flew over the net, Josh seemed to return the hit with ease. Lark shifted over and hit it back, now able to at least keep the ball on the court. They wavered every now and again, a few forcing Josh to run around, but she merely laughed and smiled.
Eventually the heat got the better of her, and Lark began to slow down. It seemed Josh was feeling the warmth too, and she quickly agreed to his suggestion. “A break sounds good,” Lark replied breathlessly, wiping her forehead. “You’d think we could take the heat for longer than that, but I guess we fare better than other people.” Their tempers might have been a downfall, but coping with the heat of summer was a perk. Then again, they did not do well in the winter, though she was excited about her possible trip to Vancouver with Ashton. A smile crossed her features, but quickly subdued it. She grabbed a water and sat down on the edge of the court, glancing up at her friend as he tossed his shirt to the side. Normally, Lark would have turned her attention back towards taking another drink of water, but just as she did so the scars on his body caught her attention. Mentally, the girl winced. They were not fresh, but looked like they had entailed a great deal of pain at the time. She had a few scars herself from simple things, and even those could hurt. Swallowing a little bit as she rolled the water bottle in her hand, Lark decided how to approach the question without making Joshua feel pressed to talk. “Did you um…” For once the girl felt anxious. Curiosity really was a dangerous thing. She did not stare at the scars or point at them; Lark merely kept it casual as she took a drink. “I don't mean to pry but...those look like they hurt…what happened?” Her voice was soft, genuinely curious but meek. “You don’t have to tell me about them if you don't want. I'm sorry. Shouldn't have asked...” She added quickly after, wondering how he was going to respond. Damn me and fucking mouth.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 1, 2012 0:09:51 GMT -5
He often took for granted how easily his friends responded to his often serious and dry sense of humour. Strangers got offended and sometimes even started an argument with him. They would never find out if he was joking or not because starting something with Josh usually ended in a fight with no further explanation. "Apocalypses. Sounds awkward, I think I prefer apocalypsi." In all honesty he did not care. It was only with his friends that Josh would joke around for the sake of conversation, for the sake of things not falling into that awkward silence that often accompanied a lot of his new friendships. Not any more. No, he was getting better with strangers. Much better. He figured it was the fact that the Earths tried to befriend you whether you wanted them or not. He'd had 'training'. "Not that it matters. We'll only see one." The apocalypse was supposed to be the thing that wiped out the Earth. He didn't believe in it. Superstition was not something he put much faith in. The world hadn't ended all the other times they said it was going to. "It's not just the heat. We don't want to wear ourselves out physically, either." Everyone had a limit. He figured he could go on quite a while longer but it was better to take short breaks to extend their stamina rather than running themselves into the ground and then deciding that it was time for a rest.
He used to pay a lot of attention to the scars and how others perceived them but his confidence had helped in getting over it. He was still sensitive to jokes about them but he was not afraid to leave the house and did not automatically assume that everyone was staring at his scar when they brought their gaze to his face. He didn't immediately pick up on what she was referring to as she started a hesitant question, furrowing his brow and looking quizzically at her. "What?" He was not hostile, merely curious as to what she wanted. It was only when she mentioned pain that it clicked. The scars. Oh. A flicker of discomfort, of unfriendliness, of uncertainty. His expression was, after that, unreadable. He was not used to people asking, at least not friends. Those close to him were usually close enough that they understood his secretive nature. However, Joshua respected Lark. He knew she had not asked to try and offend him. He was busy trying to formulate an answer when she quickly took it back. His lips twitched briefly and he shook his head. "Don't apologise. I forgot you'd never seen them." It was natural to feel curiosity toward something foreign and unfamiliar, especially when that something was marring the appearance of someone you loved as a friend. "They did hurt once but they don't now." Sometimes there were odd pains in his palm or face in the cold but they were brief and very bearable. Once something has changed, it's never the same. The same held true for the human body.
With Devin, he had hesitated because he did not want his best friend to judge him. Devin knew that the scars were from the gang but what he did not know was Joshua's own involvement in that gang had everything to do with it. "I got jumped," he said after a moment's pause, his tone simple and matter of fact. "Twice. Once last year, then a few years before that." There was the scar on his shoulder, too, thin and pale, but he did not say anything that would allow her to believe it was from a different incident. He didn't talk about that any more. The only one who knew was Devin, and now Nell. It wasn't that he didn't trust Lark—hell, he'd never have spoken about the scars if he didn't—it was that he didn't like to think about his brother. "I never really said anything 'cause... yeah, how do you bring that up, right?" He laughed softly. The sound was strained due to the tense nature of the situation but it was also meant to be reassuring. He was not angry. "You don't need to worry with me. If I don't want to answer something, I won't. It's not like I'll kill you for asking." He cast her a brief smile. He was glad that his friends respected his boundaries but he also didn't want them to think they did not have his trust. I would give my life for Lark, she deserves a little credit.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 1, 2012 17:02:27 GMT -5
“True,” Lark replied with a shrug, not actually dwelling all that much on her physical state. She, like every other person, wore out easily after a certain period of time (the heat usually playing a large role if you were an average human being or not a Fire elemental) but a lot of times she would forget to take things easy if caught up in a sport. It was probably Lark merely being stubborn and wanting to finish out a game strong, but it was still unwise to run yourself ragged. Better that than deal with everything else in her life, she supposed. His response to her question caused the girl to go completely silent, unsure of how Josh’s response would be. It had merely slipped past her lips, something that seemed to be happening quite a good deal lately. Damn him. Lark wanted to blame Ashton for the urge to ask questions, but she was the one who wanted him to teach her. It worked, apparently, and now she was sitting here staring at her best friend unsure of what to say or do. It was the reason she retracted the question and busied herself with the water bottle in her hands. It was a decent distraction at least. She lifted it to her lips again in hopes that it would keep her silent.
Lowering the water bottle, Lark looked up at Josh with a flash of surprise crossing her gaze. That was not the response she was expecting, but she would take it. That was better than anger any day. So many questions formulated in Lark’s head, so many she wanted to ask, but kept them to herself. Just like Josh, she was not a fan of personal questions and avoided them if possible. More than anything, Lark skirted around the answer more than keeping silent, but even so they both shared a similar quirk with prying. It was both good and bad. “That’s good, I’m glad they don’t.” Imagining him in pain made Lark’s heart clench up, an emotional pain triggered at the thought of seeing her best friend hurt by someone. Josh was able to care for himself, and she knew that, but that did not mean Lark could shut off her protective tendencies. If any of her friends were ever hurt, Lark would not let the assailant get off scot-free if they ever crossed her path. “You…were jumped?” She blinked again, still trying to process the words reaching her ears. Being ignorant of Joshua’s past with a gang and his involvement, she could not quite grasp why someone would want to harm him (and in such a vicious manner). Her gaze lowered from his, avoiding even looking at the scars on his body. “I’m just…glad you’re alive.” That was all that mattered. Some people might have pushed further, tried to get out all of the little details out of sheer curiosity, but Lark was simple. Just knowing that Josh was safe now, and alive was the most important thing in the world. She was not quite sure what she would have done if she lost her best friend. It hurt just to think about.
The girl smiled and lifted her shoulders a bit, not really bothered by his not telling her. Lark—up until recently—had not said much to Josh about her own life, and understood how privacy worked. How it made you feel safe. “It’s fine, Josh. I would not have expected you to go babbling about it to me or anyone else. You know that.” It surely would have been a strange conversation to bring up though, and Lark would have been shocked into silence if Josh had randomly approached her about it all. That was not like him, nor like her (though it had been done). She was relieved to know her friend was not angry with her questions, and even went so far as to say that it was okay to ask more. Josh would not answer if he did not want to, and so the guilt of slipping any more questions into the conversation was quickly dispelled. However, Lark wanted to ask them gently and keep them from being too numerous. Twisting the cap back on the water bottle, the brunette set it down beside her on the court and looked up at him again, the sun causing her to blink a few times. It really was bright today. “Why were you jumped? I mean…I know we have our tempers but…” Lark had a feeling it was not because Josh blew up on someone and caused a fight, but if that were the case it would not be abnormal either. She felt so strange asking these sorts of things; had it been with Ashton, the conversation would have been easy and light. With Josh, it was an entirely different story. Like Lark, he was not exactly an open book.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 2, 2012 18:51:25 GMT -5
Lark seemed a little shocked to know that he'd been jumped, not that this was surprising. It wasn't every day that your friend admitted something like that to you. He nodded, though he did not want her to feel too concerned about him. Concern and protectiveness made him uncomfortable. Not only was he proud but he did not like to worry his friends. "I'm alright, though. It's in the past now." He left out the fact that he hadn't been alright at the time. That he'd nearly died both times, that the intent had been to kill. The gang hadn't been trying to rough him up and give him a warning about what happened to the people that crossed them. They were trying to take his life, to shut him up so that he couldn't say anything else that would put them in danger. "You really fucked with us, kid. We're just returning the favour." Kid. Huh. If they jumped him for a third time, would they make sure to sneer his name, to show him that they had the power of it now? They could find out where he lived if they were smart enough, find out where his baby sister and his fiancée lived with him. He took comfort in the fact that most of them were in jail. He took comfort in that the mansion had security. It's old news, now, but you asked. And he trusted Lark enough that she asked, and he would tell. Perhaps not about everything he'd ever gone through, no, but he trusted her more than most.
His gray gaze was thankful, soft as it met hers. "I'm glad you understand." If there was anything he hated, it was when people felt entitled to his secrets. When people treated his privacy like it should be compromised by their very presence in his life. Those people were not his friends, they were not his loved ones. You could not be a friend of Joshua Dale's if you were not prepared for him to keep his secrets. All the same, when Lark put forth another question, he did not immediately neglect to answer. He thought about it, about what it would meant to tell her. She might judge me. Would she really? He couldn't tell. She might. But he trusted her. "It's not that simple," he said. "My temper had nothing to do with it." That wasn't what she'd asked, of course, but he felt the need to tell her this much. He wasn't sure how to bring up the fact that he was in a gang. He didn't talk about it, after all. He'd told Nell after much hesitation and she'd understood, she'd accepted him for who and what he was, but she loved him. Lark's my best friend. I can trust her. "I got jumped because I was stupid. I fucked up." It was he who'd entered the gang to begin with. He could make the excuse that the police had backed him into a corner, sure, but if he'd stuck with his regular friends and never strayed down the wrong path then he would have been fine.
He knew that he was being vague and that it was probably frustrating. It was hard for him to talk about it. He gestured for Lark to come with him as he left the tennis court and wandered over to the gazebo in order to sit down. "Listen, Lark..." He paused, sighed, raked a hand through his hair. This was harder than he'd thought it was going to be. He was a confident person, he usually didn't give a damn about what people thought about him, their opinions, but Lark's mattered. "I was in a gang, alright? That's... they were the ones that jumped me. I got caught because of something they did and I sold them out, so they came after me." He said it slowly but with a blunt, matter-of-fact tone. If he had hesitated more than that, he wouldn't have said it. In a way, it felt good to know he didn't have to hide from Lark any more but there was the immediate recoil, the fear of judgement. He didn't look afraid but he sure as hell felt it. "I'm not going to make excuses for myself. Gangs are gangs, I was an idiot. But now you know why, at least." You asked, so I told you. What do you think about me now?
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 2, 2012 23:25:24 GMT -5
Past or not, Lark did not like that someone did this to her best friend. However, she knew how Joshua’s pride was—being as she had pride herself—and did not say anything more on that matter. Lark was not about to tell him that the main reason she told him about Frank was because he just so happened to be at the hospital that day; it was not that she did not trust Josh, but like him she did not like people worrying over her needlessly. It’s not needless though. He could be a serious threat. Even Lark knew that Frank might not get any better, and the fights would only get worse. It felt strange though, to have told so much to Josh in these past several months. That was not something Lark did on a daily basis—she was nothing like Ashton in that sense. He was open and free about everything in his life, while she tucked it all away. She supposed it made her stronger, in that no one could pinpoint the weaknesses, but at the same time she was weakening herself. It took a lot for Lark to tell Josh about everything that had been going on, just like she knew it took a lot for Josh to answer her questions. A surge of respect was felt for her best friend, understanding how hard these sorts of things could be. She could share in this struggle with him. The struggle to talk about yourself, your past, the skeletons.
“I didn’t think it was but…” Lark shrugged, leaving it at that. She wanted Joshua to come up with the answers on his own without her making a shit load of assumptions. The temper was something they both shared and she knew how powerful it could be, so she did not really think it a big deal to toss it out in the open. Now that he denied his temper playing any part, Lark waited patiently for whatever else he had to say. His next statement caused her to blink a few times, but there was not an expression of sheer shock on her face. Everyone fucked up in their lives at some point or another, big and small. But this left scars. A lot of them. He could have died. Her heart sat dead still for a half second at the thought. Even so, making mistakes was a part of life no matter what sorts of mistakes were made. This one was a lot bigger than she thought it would be, though. Lark opened her mouth to say something, anything, and nothing would come out. What was she supposed to say to that? ‘Well, I guess you did.’ Was not quite an efficient answer, and it was not something she would say to her best friend either. As the girl attempted to formulate some sort of answer, Josh motioned for her to follow him to the gazebo. She grabbed her water bottle and followed, sitting down again. It did not take a rocket scientist to see that Josh was struggling with this, and instantly Lark felt guilty. I shouldn’t have asked. In all honesty, she thought he would say no and leave her question lingering in the hot summer air to dwindle away into nothing. This was unexpected.
A gang. Out of anything Lark thought would reach her ears, that was not quite what she expected. A gang… They had been friends for a long time, longer than anyone else she had been friends with. They were kids together. How did she not know about this? There was a period where they did not spend much time together, but Lark never dwelled on that much because her lone wolf mentality did not drive her to crave constant attention from her friends. If she was alone, she was alone, and that was fine. Now, her mind was buzzing and trying to think of any time when she should have caught on to this, any of it, but nothing came to mind. That scared her. Was I really so oblivious? Or was he just good at hiding it? “…I see,” Lark finally managed to speak after this entire time, still not giving much of an adequate response to anything he had said. “Well, that’s not what I thought would be the case…a little surprising.” Silence. After a moment, she reached out and set her hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was a reassurance gesture that they seemed to pass between one another. “But we all make mistakes in our lives, Josh. It might not have been the wisest choice, but shit happens you know? All that matters is that you’re alive, and sitting here talking to me right now.” Everyone carried their scars, their burdens. Some were physical, others mental, others emotional, and all varied in magnitude. Lark’s gaze was full of appreciation as she dropped her hand and continued to watch him with a soft smile. “I know you didn’t have to tell me, but I’m grateful that you were willing to share. Thank you.” It felt nice to be trusted.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 4, 2012 4:49:22 GMT -5
More than the questions, Lark's silence concerned him. The fact that she said nothing could mean that she had nothing to say, yes, but it could also mean that the words forming in her mind were negative ones. He knew that releasing his skeletons from the normally locked-and-bolted closet of his past was opening himself up for judgement but that did not make the judgement any easier to bear. His own expression was unreadable as he locked his gaze with hers, trying to gauge the silence enough to get an answer from it. I'm not who you thought I was. Does that change things between us? That was why he'd never told Devin. The Earth elemental was such a kind-hearted soul that Josh worried his history might scare him off. He was already skittish around him without the knowledge that his best friend had once ran with a bunch of thugs. "Not what you thought...?" He voiced it as a question, raising an eyebrow at her expectantly, frowning. He did not know what she'd thought but he was curious. What assumptions could be made about someone as scarred as he was? Physically scarred, at least. He did not think himself to be emotionally scarred, for that meant his mind was damaged and he hated to think about that. What if he became like his brother? No, he couldn't let that happen.
Breathing slowly, steadily, Joshua asked, "And what do you think now?" His gaze and voice were level, even, as immoveable and impassive as a rock wall. Joshua could always be counted on to remain steady and solid. Nothing gets out, no one gets in. That was practically his motto. Yet he'd let Nell in almost completely and now Lark was able to peer through a gap in the wall. It was trust that he gave to them. He believed that they wouldn't exploit his weaknesses. It was practically an honour among his friends for him to open up about anything personal. "I lied to you, Lark. I lied about a lot of things. I was already in the gang when I'd met you, but does that really change anything? Should I not have been honest?" His words were more of a challenge than an admission of guilt. Strangely enough, he didn't feel too guilty about it. They were my secrets to keep. Everyone had their dark sides. He didn't feel guilty but he did wonder if she expected him to. If she'd have wanted more from the boy that she'd called her best friend back when they were kids and quarrelled about as often as they spoke to each other.
He shook his head. "No, I didn't have to tell you." I owe nothing to no one. Those were words to live by. Debt was a crippling thing. It was the reason he hated to let people help him, one of the others alongside his pride at least. He hated being in anyone's debt. "You asked, though, and so I told you." That was how it worked with him. If you were really curious about something, you had to inquire. He never offered information unless he was in a really chatty mood and it wasn't at all personal. He was not an entirely unfriendly person but 'closed off' hardly began to describe him. Lark thanked him, and Josh blinked thoughtful gray eyes at her before he dipped his head in acknowledgement.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 4, 2012 5:14:33 GMT -5
What did she think now? Lark was not quite sure how to take that question, as though her answer was being held up on some sort of pedestal to be thoroughly examined and judged by Josh. It was not an easy question to answer by any means, because so many thoughts ran through her head. He's my best friend. Period. Lark was closed off about a lot of things, and only recently had she come to Josh with the cobwebs built up in the back of her closet. That did not mean she expected the same of him. That was unfair, and was asking a lot of someone she knew was even more of a fortress than she was when it came to personal information. "I'm really not thinking much of anything, to be honest. I'm just...surprised." Lark finally managed to push out, removing a few strands of hair from her face. It was not a lie by any means; how could she think of something when every thought was rampantly running about in her head like a child on a sugar high? It was a bit hard to pinpoint any one thought and cling to it. His next barrage of questions set her into a deeper silence, still attempting to formulate sufficient responses. It was not that she didn't want to talk to Josh, more that her mind was unwilling and waged war with her heart.
"How could I expect something out of you that even I would be reluctant to share? The fortunate thing about our similar personalities is that I understand more than most the drive to keep our personal lives personal. Our past, the past." She searched his face for a long moment, not even thinking to break the gaze she held with him. Eye contact was important to Lark in a friendship, because it meant you were confident in the bond you held with that other person. At least, that's how she saw it. "I'm stunned, and did not really expect it, but that's about the extent of what I'm feeling right now." There was no resentment, no contempt, no anger, nothing. If Joshua had expected her to lash out and get upset that he lied to her, then he would instead find himself face to face with someone as placid and calm as the sea. Josh was her best friend, and had always been there even when things with the alliances were rough. He risked his standing with the Earths and Waters just to try and keep their friendship afloat. If that did not prove friendship, she did not know what would. That was all Lark needed.
No, Joshua did not have to share. He could have turned the question down and buried it six feed deep in cement, never to answer it now or in the future. But he did. That meant more to Lark than he knew. Her smile was soft, not much needed to be said after that; of course, they never really needed to say much of anything to communicate with one another. It was one glorious aspect of their relationship that Lark truly cherished.
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