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Post by steven on Dec 12, 2011 10:13:50 GMT -5
Exhausted from his Chemistry Science class, all Steven wanted to do was fall asleep in bed, covered by his glossy yellow sheets, and fall asleep. Of course, it wasn't nearly that easy. Nothing could be that easy. Instead, he was given more homework than could be managed. Go figure. Although Steven tried to set boundaries for himself, what he couldn't do was bring himself to get off his lazy ass and do some homework, and he had no idea why. It just wasn't appealing to be sitting on his ass all day trying to explain spontaneous reactions when he could be working on his new motorcycle or feeding Vevina. Instead, they give him ten pounds of shit to remember for a test that he will never take again and remembering stuff that he will never need in life. Great, just fucking great.
Turning his attention to Vevina, he slowly opened the snake's cage and let her slowly crawl onto his arm, slithering up until she was comfortable. What a beauty she was: a five foot long Ball Python with dark brown, scaly skin, and a few dark splotches on her head that Steven likes to call "birthmarks." She had never harmed him in any way, and he didn't believe she would any time soon. After all, Vevina wasn't aggressive.
He decided it would be best to put her back in her tall tank. It always had a small mini tree for her to climb up in case she was itching to get higher up. As Steven closed the top of her tank, he turned back to his bed and yawned with exhaustion. So sleepy, but he really should get started on his homework. Groaning, Steven forced himself to open up his backpack and get cracking at his homework. Once that was done and out of the way, he thought he might as well go to sleep. Instead, he ended up sitting on a chair for a few thirty minutes flinging his wrench around.
It was probably around seven o'clock that he tried putting electricity in a bulb that had broken. Only a slight flicker came from it though, since he really wasn't trying too hard. Oh, he wished someone would just come in already and entertain him.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Dec 12, 2011 17:39:11 GMT -5
Rowena was exhausted. She supposed that it was only to be expected—an unfortunate side-effect to staying out all night at a party and not returning to the Academy until five in the morning. She'd only gotten about an hour's sleep on and off and then she'd been forced to wake up by her roommate, who understood that Ro needed to keep a good attendance record if she wanted to stay enrolled in her elective classes. She found herself really enjoying her design courses and the school seemed to have picked up on this, threatening to drop her from them if she didn't stop skipping all the rest. This shit was so much easier with Syria around. The thought caused a dull ache in her chest but she no longer cried or had an immediate reaction to the thought of her dead triplet. Rowena understood that she would always miss the girl no matter how much time passed since the overdose, but she also understood that the sayings were true. Time did heal all wounds. She felt better now than she had back then.
Her weight was going up, too, and she managed a very light smile at her reflection in the mirror as she surveyed her stomach, turning this way and that to try and get a good feeling about it. There was that constant and lingering doubt about her weight and whether or not she was 'good enough' but the words from the therapist were really helping. She shrugged off her black jacket and pulled her shirt over her head, replacing it with a bottle-green tank top instead, revelling in the warmth of the dormitories. "They shouldn't be allowed to hold classes outside," she muttered to her roommate, who was sitting on the end of her bed and counting money. "You just get paid today or somethin'?" The girl nodded but looked too distracted to hold any real conversation. The quiet Ro normally wouldn't have minded but she was tired right now and wanted some company to try and keep herself awake. Without so much as a goodbye to the other girl, she grabbed her purse and left the room.
Of the few people in the common room, most were by themselves. It was a common sight in the Thunder dormitories and she passed most of them by. Instead, she headed across the dormitory and up the lefthand staircase that wound up toward the boys dormitories. It was not generally permitted for girls to head up here (and one of the common room occupants called after her) but she was rather adept at ignoring the rules. The blonde strolled along the hall and trying all of the doors to see if any of the rooms were occupied. Some were locked, some wide open, and most unoccupied, but at last she found herself staring into the room of a boy with a—was that a snake in the tank? She lifted a carefully plucked eyebrow at it and then shrugged it off. "Hey, you," she said to the boy, who was unfamiliar to her. "Need company? I'm bored as fuck." Despite having lived in Canada for quite some time now, her accent hadn't changed much at all—still as thick and British as it had been in the beginning. It had lost some of it's roughness and slang as she adapted more to his sister's dialect, though.
Taking a cigarette from her pocket, she fished out her Zippo and gave herself a light. Altair can do that without a lighter, she mused to herself. She wasn't really all that jealous. She enjoyed her electric abilities. "M'names Rowena," she introduced herself. "Y'can call me Ro if you'd like. Do you mind?" She waved the fag to indicate that she was asking if he minded her smoking. She was learning to be at least a little more cordial to people she wanted to hold conversation with. It was a start, at least.
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Post by steven on Dec 12, 2011 19:33:58 GMT -5
Steven was only slightly disturbed by Rowena's sudden appearance. Wasn't this the boys dormitory? Then again, he was pretty used to rules being broken. As a child, he never had rules to follow, so he could understand when someone else broke 'em. The fact that rules existed seemed shitty. Life was more fun when there were no lines between black and white. He stretched out as if unbothered by Rowena's disturbance and placed her arms behind the chair he sat in. "Definitely. This school could use a little excitement." He heaved some air out and closed his eyes for only a moment. When he reopened them, he already saw Rowena making herself comfortable, but staring oddly at the snake in the corner.
"Her names Vevina." He laughed and pointed to the Python. "You sound European. It means "lovely lady" in Irish." While Steven could pass for an Irish boy, he certainly did not have the accent. His father was an Irish man, and somehow, despite being around a whole family of Irish-speaking redheads, he never inherited the accent. Oh well, he considered himself lucky. After all, all he had to do then was wear green and he could pass as a Leprechaun.
As Rowena flicked her cigarette, asking for permission, Steven only shrugged. Finally, as she sat down, he answered, "Only if you can deal with a Ball Python sitting in the corner." His lips curled into a grin as he waved his hand in the direction of Vevina. Most of the students were uncomfortable with the fact that there was a snake next door, but Steven didn't give a fuck what they thought. Vevina was his precious little gem, and he wasn't about to give her up so damn easily.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Dec 14, 2011 20:16:21 GMT -5
Rowena huffed a little, not quite a laugh and more a lazy gesture of what was supposed to be amusement. "Fuckin' sick of their 'excitement'." She was talking about the war, though she was not entirely sure if Steven would pick up on that. Even still, Rowena didn't bother giving an explanation beyond her original statement. She tended to pay more attention to herself and her own train of thought rather than catering to other people, a side-effect of the selfishness she'd developed over the years. When there had only been Rowena and her sisters to worry about, she didn't have to spread her cares very far. Now she had friends, people whom she was probably a very bad friend to. This didn't bother her. If they liked her enough to tolerate her presence, that was their problem. She strode into the room and sat down on the bed that she assumed belonged to his roommate, if he even had one. Ro knew from experience that they only moved the spare bed from a one-person room if you requested it, seeing as she'd ditched her previous roomie and came back to find the bed still where she'd left it. "Where's your 'mate?" she asked. Not that she cared, she was just making conversation.
"I'm from England," she replied, even though it hadn't been a question. She still missed her home sometimes but understood that she could not go back. They had probably given up the hunt for the Thunder by now but there was no place for her back in the country of her birth. Right now she didn't even have a job, have an income beyond what Altair was bringing in. She didn't think she could do the things she used to for money—Ro had always been heavily under the influence of drugs back then and now that she was clean, her life had changed. Much as she hated acknowledging it, Canada was her home now. "Where're you from?" As she didn't detect an accent, Ro would not have guessed that he had an Irish father.
She spared the snake, Vevina, a skeptical glance. "M'not afraid of snakes, you know," she pointed out, not moving from where she had sat on the spare bed. Now that she knew he didn't mind the cigarette smoke, she regarded him through a hazy cloud from her slow exhale. After a long and thoughtful moment, she asked, "You smoke?" Despite not being the most selfless person, she usually offered a fag to the people that shared her toxic addiction. It ensured that she could possibly rely on them in return at a later date. It was rare that she would do something for the good of morale. Not that handing someone a cigarette was very helpful, even if you were trying to be nice.
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