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Post by liesel on Oct 15, 2011 13:10:06 GMT -5
The freshly fallen leaves crunched loudly beneath Liesel's tightly laced black boots. They almost reached the knees of her bluejeans, and the rest of her clothes were hidden underneath her black waist length jacket with the over-sized buttons which she hugged tightly to herself as she trudged up the narrow pathway. Her long dark hair was pulled tightly to the base of her neck, spilling over the collar of her jacket in a dark wave, mostly covering her ears except for glimpses of the shining silver of her many earrings that glimmered in the patches of fading sunlight.
Her steps were slow but determined, cold blue eyes staring straight ahead instead of wandering over the surrounding nature. She slowed even further as she reached the end of the path where it met with a steep cliff. As she stopped to stare out at the valley below, the sun dipped lower and lower and several tiny lights began to flicker on one by one in the distance, she reached her hands clad in fingerless gloves into her jacket pocket and pulled out her favorite silver zippo. She sat down haphazardly on a large rock and flicked the lighter on and off absentmindedly as she sat in silence.
After a few minutes passed, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She brought one to her lips and lit it, guarding the zippo with her hand to keep the steadily increasing wind from blowing it out, before returning the pack to her pocket. She breathed out a puff of smoke and kicked at the rocky ground with her boot, blowing a few smoke rings as well. After a while, she picked up a small stick and flicked on her lighter. She watched the flame for a moment and it grew until it had engulfed the stick and she dropped it to the ground. She watched the stick intently as it burnt black, and then turned white, as the heat of the flame increased until it burned blue. She spread out her fingers before the flame to warm them up, not really feeling like going back to her dorm or going into town for the time being.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 15, 2011 22:29:21 GMT -5
 Altair liked to skip class. It was a hobby, really. Even though she knew she should stick around and stay awake, she didn’t think she was one for school. She just couldn’t sit still long enough or care about the things that the teachers droned on about. The classes where she could actually demonstrate her powers, well, they were better for her. But other than that, it was an effort not to prop her chin in her hand and drift into sleep. Especially with her schedule. She hadn’t quit the stripping gig, or the whoring out gig, or any gig that she should, actually. It was something she was good at, and so she stuck to it. For now. Altair knew that—just like Rowena—she was destined for better. She was destined to be more than a hooker.
Am I going to stay for college? She didn’t think she’d drop out. But the college thing…that had been Syria’s wish, for the three of them to stick together until then. And it felt like disrespecting her memory to have it any other way. She wondered if Ro felt the same way, if she was going to stay at the Academy to honor her sister’s memory? Or if she even took interest in her powers like Altair had? They were talking more than they used to, lately, but there were still things she didn’t know about her sister. Suddenly, she felt like there was so much time they missed. While they were ignoring each other’s problems, they were ignoring each other. Altair hadn’t even really known what Ro did to get the police on her ass. She didn’t care—all she cared about was protecting her sisters. And that went oh so well.
As she traversed the lawn, her keen blue eyes on the lookout for professors or snitches that might run to those professors, she tried not to get too lost in her thoughts. Thinking wasn’t good for the white-blonde girl. Maybe that’s why everything she did was physical—her body was her employment, not her mind. And some women in all the ir feministic glory would say it was degrading. Altair didn’t think so. If God graced you with looks, use ‘em. And that’s what she did, emphasizing them with her tight jeans and flashy shirts, designer shoes and full eyelashes. She knew she was beautiful, and she took great pride in it. Even though she wasn’t as incredible as she thought herself to be, she was confident and assured. Altair knew what she had, how to use it, and what to do to get what she wanted.
And what she wanted right now was a smoke. She had actually calmed a bit now that the wound of Syria’s death was scabbing over, in almost everything except smoking and partying. Okay, perhaps the main thing that she had calmed on was the addiction. It was hard, and she did give in a few times, afterward purging and shaking next to the toilet. But she didn’t want that, and she was doing her damn best to pull herself up. She was Altair Bennett, she didn’t depend on anyone or anything, certainly not drugs. The partying? That wasn’t an addiction, it was something to blow off steam, just like fighting and fucking. She was almost animalistic in her behavior, with no thought involved. Pure instinct, pure physicality.
The Brit made it to her favorite smoking spot to find another girl, and judging by the stick she was burning, it was a fellow Fire student. ”Really, a stick?” she drawled as she came closer. Not too close, though, and her heels scuffed against the rocky cliffside as she stopped and fished out the near-squashed pack of smokes from her back pocket. ”Why don’t you go find some Earth students, they make for better kindling.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. She didn’t understand people like this brunette stranger. If she wanted to play with fire, fight with it. A part of her understood burning random things out of boredom and rage, though, so she let off. Putting the fag between her glossy lips, she snapped her fingers a used the fire between them to light up. The flame quickly died, though, and it wasn’t something she did often because it drained her way too much. Manifestation out of nothing was a twelfth-grade deal, the grade she should have been in.
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Post by liesel on Oct 16, 2011 11:21:04 GMT -5
Liesel sat still as she listened to the quiet sound of approaching footsteps steadily growing behind her. Blue eyes snapped up when a female voice addressed her to fall on a pretty little blonde girl standing a few feet away. She arched a brow at the girl's tone. She was clearly another fire elemental to have approached her in such a manner, and watching the girl create a small flame between her fingers to light her cigarette proved her assumption to be correct. She absentmindedly held out her own and tipped the ashes to the ground before returning it to her lips.
She eyed the girl for a moment, before smirking a little and breathing out a puff of smoke. Her own Tennessee accent, which was quite unusual to hear here though it was not as pronounced as it once had been, came through when she spoke, "Shouldn't you be in school or somethin', babydoll?" After that she glanced back out over the cliff in silence. She didn't really care about the answer. She herself was already missing her evening class. Though she had to admit, she did agree with the girl about Earth elementals. It would be much more entertaining to watch one squirm a little than to watch that stick burn on the gound. But there was no one else to be found up here, and she didn't generally go looking for kids to punk on. She tended to only get violent when one got on her bad side, which wasn't difficult to do either.
And normally she was not as likely to get into a fight with another fire elemental, as she tended to get along with them a bit easier. But she had been known to do that too. She really should just come with a big sign around her neck that reads,"Does Not Play Well With Others." So yes, she did fight with fire often. She didn't go looking to attack people just because she was bored though. She fought often enough for various reasons, however small and insignificant those reasons might be, to go and look to fight even more when was bored. Yeah, she'd mellowed out a bit since early high school. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 16, 2011 14:41:39 GMT -5
The girl was very lucky that Altair wasn’t as confrontational as she used to be. When first coming to the Academy, even the littlest comments would set her off. Hell, she didn’t even need anything to set her off. She was a naturally violent person, and she jumped at any chance for a fight. It was something she was good at, and so she stuck to it. But then, she realized that maybe she should think a bit more before getting into a fight, that she should considering all the options. Is it worth it, can this person potentially kick my ass? It was something to think about to save her from visits to the medical wing.
Still, Altair wasn’t a nice girl. The word was not even a part of her vocabulary. And so her dry response was, ”Shouldn’t you be gargling my balls?” She may have all the looks of a pretty girl, a prim and proper lady, but her behavior and mannerisms said otherwise. Altiar wasn’t a lady when she drank, or fought, or fuck, when she spoke and talked about bikes and cussed. And one couldn’t even compare her to a man, either. A good word to describe her really was an animal. She was primal, wild, and even as she attempted to gain control, she knew she couldn’t change herself, her basic nature. And she didn’t want to change. She figured she had could control over her life now, enough control. Now she could remember where Rowena said she was going instead of blacking out after drinking, and now she could focus more on things she needed to focus on.
Except school really. ”Class isn’t fucking worth my time,” she said, and it was almost as if it wasn’t supposed to be heard or replied to. Altair wasn’t friendly whatsoever, and even though she could now hold conversations, it didn’t mean those conversations would be pleasant. She didn’t waste her time talking about the weather or shit like that. Perhaps that’s why she didn’t have too many friends. Sure, she had a few more than she used to, people she more or less considered ‘acquaintances’, but she didn’t set out to make friends. Who wanted to get along with her, anyway? Well, when she was sober at least. Booze did wonderful things for her mood. ”I could ask you the same thing,” Altair said, and this time it really was meant for the other girl to hear.
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Post by liesel on Oct 17, 2011 13:47:44 GMT -5
Liesel glanced back up at the girl upon hearing her initial response, and her smirk actually grew, the corners of her mouth curling up like a cheshire cat's grin. It wasn't that she took personal offense to such remarks, really, just that she didn't appreciate it. And it was an excuse for to be a little more cruel than she would otherwise be. She hadn't quite reached the point of senseless violence just yet, but she was getting close. She had very little patience, even for other fire elementals.
She pushed herself off of the rock she had been sitting on and onto her feet as the girl answered her question. Perfect. "Oh, I've no need for it either," she said, "Class is so boring, I wouldn't waste my time." She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket before taking a step closer to the girl and smiling a little. "My name's Liesel, by the way." She stopped and watched the girl for a moment, wondering what her response might be.
The sun had nearly set by now and the chill was really starting to set in. After five years, she still couldn't get used the cold here. Back home it wouldn't start getting chilly until at least November. And she absolutely hated it. But with her record, she wasn't about to have any good opportunities anywhere else. Her only real option was to stay put and go to school here. Despite her reputation, her grades were actually quite good. Because although Liesel didn't like being told what to do, she liked to be the best at what she did. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 17, 2011 17:31:02 GMT -5
Altair didn’t care about people, not really. Sure, she had the capacity to hold conversations with them, but she could never bring herself to actually care. And there really wasn’t a big reason for it. It was just her personality. She was selfish and she was a bitch. Pure and simple. The girl wasn’t very complicated, even though others seemed to think she was in some way mysterious with the way she acted. She did what she wanted, what was so mysterious about that? You could boil Altair down to a simple science, really.
So when the girl agreed with her, Altair didn’t find it as a reason to make friends with the girl, to sidle up and say, “Ohmygod, you too?” She simply grunted in ascent. Still, she was at least getting better in the conversation department, even though her conversations were usually filled with snark and generally assholishness. Altair could never be a good person, she knew that and she accepted it. She didn’t want to be nice like the Earth pussies, because nice never got anyone anywhere. Besides, it just wasn’t how she worked, how the pieces fit together for her. Since there was nothing she could say to the girl to expand the conversation, she simply flicked ash to the rocks near her heel.
She blinked as the girl approached and introduced herself. Lifting her head slightly in acknowledgement, she said, ”Altair Bennet. Tenth grade Fire.” Before Anneliese—as she’d introduced herself—could answer, the younger girl said, ”I’m seventeen.” Anymore questions on that matter, and Altair would gladly punch her company in the face. Still, she didn’t like to be thought of as stupid, even though she wasn’t one for schoolwork or any sort of book smarts. She got by on her own cleverness. The fact of the matter was that she was a late enroller, and therefore placed in the tenth grade. All the sisters had made their resentment about that clear, and Altair didn’t think about it. There was still pain in thoughts that came along with Syria, and so she easily pushed them aside and wondered for a moment if the girl had heard any rumors about her. It was likely. The three sisters had made a splash on their arrival, and now with Syria’s death it was more of a tidal wave. It seemed people liked to dig into the Brit girls’ private lives, something the eldest didn’t much appreciate.
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