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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 29, 2011 16:25:35 GMT -5
 Turning the paper over in her hand, Nell asked the professor, ”Who’s this? It doesn’t have a name.” The man adjusted his cufflinks before it seemed he even realized his student had spoken. She knew him to be a Thunder, and he was particularly tough on her. She tried to ignore it and play it off as her just being paranoid about the element that had once wanted her dead because of a lie, but it was hard when she compared tests to friend’s and got the same answers but a lower score. Or that her homework apparently always seemed to be mission. Or that he called on her when she had her hand down, and didn’t call her when her hand was raised. She didn’t want to be one of the students who blamed the teacher for everything wrong, but damn.
”It’s Kayla’s,” he finely retorted, seeming a bit surely. You’re just paranoid. She’d been paranoid about everything, lately. It was hard not to be when you had a women like Jane tormenting you and a father who turned a blind eye to it for the sake of remaining civil. And the trial. There was always the trial. ”If you could give that to her before tomorrow, that would be terrific.” She detected a sort of bitterness in his tone, and she wanted to pout and stomp and say “That was months ago and I was proven innocent”. Only one murder she was innocent of. But she knew that there was something else—he was a Thunder. She was an Earth. They just didn’t mix. She wondered how he would feel if she told him that her family was a very powerful Thunder clan. Well, half. The other half was a very powerful Water family, but the sentiment was the same. She’d come from Thunder roots soaked with the water (and blood) of the Sinclairs.
Still, Nell nodded acquiescent as ever. She was nice, friendly, even if she didn’t think of herself as the former. No, she didn’t think of herself as a good person. Good people didn’t kill. Hurrying, she headed toward the parking lot to see if she could catch the girl before she got into her car. Speeding across the lawn, she found Kayla taking her keys out and made haste, not noticing that there was someone else coming across her way. Before she could stop herself, she bumped into the girl, eliciting a small gasp from the Earth elemental. Nell rubbed her nose, wide brown eyes flicking up to whoever she’d bumped into with apologies at the ready. ”I am so sorry,” she said sincerely. ”I was just hurrying because I needed to give something to someone. Are you all right?” Of course, the petit eighteen-year-old couldn’t have caused too much damage, but she was always worried about that. Way to be a cliché, Nell, she scolded herself. The whole ‘running into someone’ scenario was one she didn’t think she’d ever fall into, despite all the energy she always seemed to have.
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Post by petraconnor on Sept 29, 2011 21:54:48 GMT -5
Petra felt the fire in her hands as was in one of her many class on how to control they elements. Of course earth and water where mix into her class. She didn't like being mix with them. They were below her and she knew that. As a young girl she was taught to look down on water and earth users. They were weak and mix blood. They might be some pure water and earth clans but she didn't care. They were still weak and inferior to her.
Petra is from a proud clan of Connors which date back to the first fire elemental. She of course wouldn't carry the name but she gets married to a equally powerful thunder, fire, or wind clan. Well wind was if she was desperate after all wind was mix with elementals. They didn't have a side but she didn't have anything against them. It was just she hated to be friends with those who were friends with earth and water elementals.
”Who’s this? It doesn’t have a name.”
Petra only roll her eyes. She wanted to say something, but of course she judge the situation and felt it wasn't worth to speak up. After all talking to a earth voluntarily wasn't something she does.
As the class went on she got even more annoyed. With what? She couldn't be quite sure. Being around water and earth got her annoyed. Someone spilling something on her skirt earlier still was ticking her off too. Today was just an overall bad day for her.
Petra sat in her desk next to one of her friends but of course she wasn't talking. She just had a cold hard stare. She didn't want anyone to approach her and she didn't want to be mess with. Its just that she felt that anything can set her off.
As the bell rang signaling that class was done. She grab her things and walk quickly out of the class. She wasn't really paying attention to her surrounding until she felt someone bump into her. She felt herself fall to the dirty, concert road.
Her hair fell over her eyes but she could still see that her new heels were scratch up. That just made her snap.
”I am so sorry,” ”I was just hurrying because I needed to give something to someone. Are you all right?”
Petra icy blue eyes glare at the girl who stood they standing. The girl who bump her and the one who was earth. She slowly rose to her feet. She fix up her skirt up and burst off the dirt. "I don't care what you were doing, bitch." She look at her with disgust. "Honestly, you earth elementals are getting stupider everyday. Couldn't you see me? I'm not invisibly and i pretty certain your not blind." She cross her arms waiting for the girl to respond.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 30, 2011 21:01:32 GMT -5
Nell was even more regretful when she noticed that she managed to knock the girl off her feet. She extended a hand to assist, her eyebrows furrowed with worry, but the girl—her name was…Petra? Yes, she knew her from class—rose on her own and snapped at her. The Earth elemental was fully willing to apologize again, she really was. But something told her the girl didn’t even care about apologies. And honestly, when Petra called her a bitch, it coaxed a snort from her. The irony was not lost on her. After all, she’d apologized. Be careful, Nell. She knew that opening her big mouth could get in her trouble—Jane attacked her over the very low blow she made. ”All right then,” she stated simply, pinching at her nose. The girl’s venom didn’t effect her—it took a lot more to get her riled up. Perhaps that’s why she despised her family so much. They knew exactly which buttons to push, because they knew her dirty little secrets. This girl didn’t. Unknown to her, however, word was spreading about the murder of her mother thanks to Jane.
Earth elemental? Petra must have either known that from class or—she feared—the war. She tried to remember what element Petra belonged to, and if her mind could have groaned it would have—Fire. Of all the elements to pull a cliché with… She stopped the thought there, realizing the irony in that, too. She used to be fine and dandy with all the elements before, when she was naively unaware of how bad things could get. That was why she was so willing to hang out with Josh in the beginning. No, that was just overall naivete. She didn’t need to know that he was Fire to understand that he was potentially dangerous after he waved a freaking switchblade at her. In any case, she realized how bad the affiliations were when a war was declared because she was accused of killing the Thunder leader. Since then, she’d avoided the element as a whole, even though they stepped down after her talk with Alexandre, the leader at the time. Now the Fire graduate who threatened to cut her was her boyfriend. Still, that was the only Fire she hung around with. Except Oli, but that was mostly for Noly’s sake. And Altair only added to her wariness of the element.
”Well obviously I couldn’t see you,” Nell said slowly, bobbing her head as if trying to get Petra to understand. She may have been a pacifist, but she had powerful defense mechanisms that triggered easier now with the stress she was under. She wasn’t going to just lay down and take anything, which was her downfall. Because in the end, when it came down to a fight, she would never fight back. No, she couldn’t hurt anyone. But you did, and she ended up dead. ”And my vision is perfect, thanks for your concern,” Nell said in a breezy tone, shoving her hands in her pockets. ”Anything else you would like to point out? Maybe you noticed that we’re standing on concrete. That’s worthy of observation, no?” Stop it Nell, the saner part of her mind said. She wasn’t angry or even irked—she was just standing up for herself in her own, snarky, passive way.
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