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Post by shiloh on Jun 10, 2011 22:44:48 GMT -5
  Harley laid silently on her side, unable to sleep. Her hand drifted to her phone to see the time. It was only one in the morning, and she had a test later. Harley sat up, and moved towards her hoodie, and slipped it on. She grabbed her shoes, and slipped them on, then ran a brush threw her tangled hair. She sighed when she looked at herself. She was so pale, it disturbed her. It made her red hair stand out like, ironically, a fire against the night. Harley rolled her eyes at her poetic thought. She touched the mirror with her fingertips lightly before turning away quickly, and leaving. She put her headphones in, and turned the song to run this town, sometimes it related to Harley, and her world in this academy. Politics probably would relate better with everyone against each other. Natural enemies, Harley scoffed at the thought. Absently, Harley found herself going towards the dungeons. For her, it was a safe haven; most people didn't like it down here. She had many memories down here, some good...others not so great. Her freshman year, she managed to stumbled across this place, and almost got the shit beat out of her. That's freshman hazing for you, but she managed to get rescued. Harley learned to watch her back from then on. Now she does a lot of the scaring just because she can. It was cruel, but that was life. Life had been cruel to her, so she figured she could be cruel back. Some would say she was bitter, and that was probably true. Harley stopped in front of a torch, and smiled. She ran her hand through the flame, and played with the fire for a few minutes. It had always fasinated her, and she could get so ingulfed with it. Out of the corner of her eye, Harley saw a movement. A shadow of someone else down here. She turned off her ipod, and slowly took out her headphones. It could be anyone, but most likely a leader coming to bust her. Wouldn't be a first nor the last. Not really worried, Harley moved into the shadowy part of the hallway. She pulled her hood up over the red hair, and waited. Harley wasn't worried about getting caught, but if it was a curious freshman, then Harley could scare the piss outta them, then drag their ass back to the dorms. ----------------- this thread is for josh/taylor only. no other punks, just kidding taylor. this post has enough word. i rocked this post by listening to run this town by jay-z. harley can be seen in this. i would just like to add, this sucks, i'm sorry!
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 10, 2011 23:39:07 GMT -5
"... And I beat you. Again."
Joshua flicked the enemy chess piece with meaning and watched as it toppled and rolled across the board. His opponent gave a noise of frustration but Joshua only smirked a bit. "Just give it up. Games of logic clearly aren't your forte." Josh was patient and a strategist--he could sit for several minutes and plan moves ahead, whereas the boy across from him just moved in the first direction which he saw was open. He was really easy to beat at chess and Josh had done so several times that night. "I demand a rematch!" his hot-headed opponent insisted, slamming his hand down on the table. Normally Joshua would have humoured him just to get a kick of out continuing to kick his ass (he wasn't really trying to understand the true concept of the logical game, he'd never be good at it) but he could see the boy's temper reaching its peak. It was a slow burn in contrast to Josh's immediate fuse, but it still had a limit and Josh didn't want this kid to make a mistake. One wrong move, if he so much as thought about attacking Joshua... that was it. Josh would snap.
"Not tonight," he said, and the smirk deepened when the younger boy seemed frustrated. "Perhaps another time. I've got studying to do." He didn't really, but Josh was infamous enough for his study habits that the high school sophomore sighed in irritation and gave up after that, stalking off and leaving Joshua to clean up the chess set. He did so quickly, making sure that each of the pieces were aligned and standing. A couple of people had seriously questioned Joshua if he had OCD before. He wasn't really sure. He certainly didn't panic if things were not in order, but it did bother him and he'd fix it if he felt like it. Only his own things bugged him if they were a mess--he really didn't care about the state of another person's belongings. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.
After he'd replaced the set back in the sanctuary of his dorm--how he loved that he didn't have to room with anyone else--Joshua decided that he would depart the Fire dormitories for now and head out. Where was he going? He didn't really have a real plan of this himself. It was still dark outside of course given how early in the morning it was, so that was out. He couldn't go the the library because it was closed. Maybe he'd head out on the grounds. Yes, that sounded like it might be a plan.
He never made it outside before he caught movement in the dungeons however, instantly on high alert. He didn't recognise the person with their hood up, but he certainly flicked his wrist and lit all of the torches within range so that the halls went bright with firelight. Shadows danced up and down the walls and along the corridors as the darkness receded, and Joshua narrowed his eyes for a moment before recognising the figure and relaxing. "What are you doing out so late?" he wondered, but didn't really care. He wasn't too obsessed about the rules. He didn't have curfew as he was in college, but he'd never really followed it when he was in highschool, either.
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Post by shiloh on Jun 11, 2011 0:55:54 GMT -5
Harley wasn't one to linger in her thoughts or wallow about how she truly hated her life, but for some reason, she felt like doing that. She knew she shouldn't, and that there were kids out there who had it way worse than she had. Granted, not all of them could say they accidently killed their parents in a fire. Or that because of them, their siblings had to be to raised by an old, withering lady. That their siblings didn't get to know their parents, no Harley was sure that those kids couldn't say that. The red head let out a shaky breath. She couldn't get worked up about it now, it had been six years. Why was she feeling this way now? Because she felt bad. They weren't here to help Kansas with being a teenager. Harley hadn't even been there.
Charolette had sent Harley to the academy as soon as she had custody of her. The story for their neighbors had been that Harley was too much for the old woman, and needed an attidude adjustment. Charolette "sent" Harley to a school for young deliquents. Of course no one actually knew this story except the noisy ones. In honesty, no one cared about one kid who caused problems. Maybe that's why Harley was bitter; no one had cared. Even when she would visit, everyone would whisper. It irritated the girl to the point she would seclude herself. That was when she was younger, and didn't have a lot of control. Now, it doesn't bother her so much.
Harley hadn't been suprised either when Kansas told her that she was attending the academy soon. Earth. God, natural enemies, Harley thought to herself. Harley would not let the academy tear her and Kansas apart. Kansas was the one solid thing that Harley could count on. If she lost her, Harley wouldn't survive.
Silenty, she cursed to herself. How she had hoped it was a freshman just because of that simple reason. Harley stepped out of the shadows-at least what was left. She pulled her hood down, and shook out her red hair. Harley flicked her wrist, and concentrated slightly on making the hallway dimmer. She flicked her green eyes toward Josh, and offered a small smile. "Why, I'm just out for a lovely stroll through our dungeons. I thought I'd stop, and have a chat with the skeltons down here. See if they needed anything," she said rolling her eyes. Harley crossed her arms, then asked, "And you?"
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jun 11, 2011 16:09:46 GMT -5
Harley gave him quite the sarcastic answer to his question, but Joshua didn't mind all that much as he smirked a little in response. "Such interesting company you keep," he said at mention of the skeletons. A lot of the younger students were scared to death of the fact that actual bones were locked behind the cells of the dungeon corridors, but as he'd spent years down here thanks to the Fire dormitories the bodies of those long dead did nothing to even mildly upset him. They were dead. It wasn't like they were going to spring to life and try to strangle you with their bony fingers.
She flipped the question around to him and Joshua merely shrugged, being elusive as always. "I was bored," came the only reply. He could have just done what a normal person might have done at one in the damned morning and gone to sleep, but that wasn't going to be an option tonight. The insomnia had been plaguing him for the past few nights, and if this was any indication then he would have equally as much trouble falling asleep tonight. So he wasn't even going to bother. Instead he was just going to wander around and occupy himself until morning when he had an early class to distract him. Classes were always welcome when he couldn't sleep, they forced his brain into working and overcoming the fatigue which taunted him.
She had been wearing her hood when he'd approached, and Joshua wondered what that had been all about. Normally Josh kept his curiosities to himself and didn't inquire about anything, but he and Harley had been friends for some time now and so he said, "Why the hood, hmm?" It wasn't like the dungeons were ever cold--hell, even if they were it wouldn't have made much difference to Fire elementals like them.
It was nice to have a sort of... friend in the Fire dormitories. Josh didn't really have many people whom he trusted, and these bonds had all been formed over the course of years. Despite the fact that he'd call them his friends, however, each and every one of them knew next to nothing about him. They didn't know about the mess with his parents, they didn't know about the history with the gangs... they didn't really know anything. Yet in return, Josh also knew very little about them. Don't ask, don't tell. He wouldn't inquire about their murky beginnings and so he expected the same courtesy--if anyone asked, he either lied like a professional or just shrugged it off. Usually he lied. Joshua was a brilliant liar.
"Do you have class today?" he wondered. "Won't you be exhausted come morning?" Not everyone was as crazy used to staying up all night as he was.
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