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Post by archer on Dec 8, 2011 20:16:20 GMT -5
 archer could feel himself being slowly consumed in his thoughts. it usually wasn't a welcome feeling, since he was normally in the company of others, but while he was by himself - he saw no harm. he could feel his eyelids fluttering closed and open, covering his hazel eyes in a brief moment. his long, black eyelashes brushed against the tips of his cheekbones, but none of these movements pulled him out of his thoughts. he was thinking about his mother, back at home. his father. were they worried for him? were they wondering how he was doing? he hoped they were, and although he knew he was crazy to question them, he could hear that small voice whispering in the back of his head. you're too much to handle.
archer lifted his head, instantly snapped out of his thoughts, when he heard approaching footsteps. "arch!" the familiar voice called out, and archer turned his handsome face to smile at the approaching face. one of the boys from one of his classes. one of the younger kids. archer could feel the smile slipping onto his lips in a matter of seconds, transforming his young face from remote to amiable. "trenton! what's going on, man?" he said happily, shifting himself in his window seat to bump the younger boys fist. it wasn't something he commonly did with people, but if you wanted to please everyone, what could you do? "i just came out of a class. killed. i'm so tired," the younger boy, trenton, exclaimed, rubbing his red eyes for extra effect. a little half-smile tugged the corners of archer's lips and he chuckled at the younger boy. "go get some sleep?" archer offered, shrugging his broad shoulders with a grin. the boy nodded his head, almost dreamily, and agreed with him, muttering something under his breath before shuffling off toward the dorms.
now being his charming, witty, and active self, archer couldn't stand to stay inside the walls of the castle much longer. archer had always wondered if him being an earth elemental had anything to do with it, but he couldn't stay inside for long periods of time. feeling constrained was one of his biggest weaknesses. small spaces? no way in hell. he loved spending his time outside. however cheesy it sounded - the smell of the earth was appealing, and it made him feel free. the smell of pine trees, the harsh whip of the wind, the freedom of simply being out of reach was enough to send him longingly to the forest. with a prolonged sigh, archer hopped up from his position on the window seat. he turned, almost lost for a moment, but finally realized his way down to the grounds. he'd been at the school for almost four years - he should know his way around by now.
he walked at a good, steady pace down the halls, listening to repetitive tap of his shoes against the concrete beneath his feet. it was a strange feeling that was centered in his stomach and chest - the one that crept in whenever he was alone in the castle. it was a grand place, with the beauty of a thousand roses, but with the darkness of the night. and being alone in it? it was like walking through a maze with a neon sign painted onto your forehead. i'm right here. especially with all this alliance and war crap going on, it wasn't wise to have someone not watching your back. maybe archer's impulsiveness would be the end of him, his stupidity to not always have a friend at his side - but he preferred it this way. he clambered down the steps, taking them two at a time, until he finally reached the opening into the grounds. finally. free air.
archer was walking toward the gates, taking a minute to take a deep breath of light, untouched air. he could feel the cold breeze pass through his lungs, and for a moment he was glad he was wearing a jacket, despite it being rather light. he waltzed toward the front gate, trying to make his way through the small groups of people who were studying, talking, and just having fun while classes weren't in session. archer noticed many of them, recognized some of them, waved and smiled when needed, but tried to make a beeline for the gate before someone could draw him away. of course, he was stopped when he heard a familiar, snide voice in the corner of his ears. he would recognize it straight away. altair bennett. if anyone had been created to be the opposite of him, it would be her. and usually, he wouldn't approach her and start the conflict. but with a sudden air of confidence and feeling rather confrontational, archer made his way towards her with a charming smile. "altair! what a treat!" he exclaimed sarcastically, faking a surprised smile. "torturing more poor souls that seem to just wander into your path? or, no, better; are you actually trying to make friends?" he said with a fake warmth, the same charming smile sitting on his lips.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Dec 8, 2011 21:41:34 GMT -5
 Altair looked at herself in the mirror, curling a strand of white-blond hair around her finger. Bloody lights, she thought, even though she was used to it. She had worse on the runway. The lights from photographers had been to blame for the incident that caused her downfall. Her broken leg, and the chain reaction of the Vicodin addiction and reckless lifestyle had fucked everything up for her and her sisters. Of course, the three of them all had problems. Who didn’t? Even now she wasn’t sure of what had happened to each of the girls, what had been their individual crises. But she could remember when Rowena called her that night when she was working at the skin joint, remember the numbness and the anger and the rage and how the two living sisters thought the same thing—It could have been me. Either one of them could have succumbed to an overdose like Syria did, and that had helped them try to pick themselves up. They were doing it for each other. Because why else would Altair try to change? She was accomplished in overcoming her addiction, but she still liked to party, still liked to cause trouble. And she didn’t think that would ever change.
”Got detention today?” A Fire girl asked as she walked out of one of the stalls, adjusting her shirt. Altair turned and leaned against the sink, crossing her legs and ankles. Her stilleto heels tapped against the floor when she replied, ”Nah. You?” It was surprising that she managed to keep herself out of a fight today, but she could be controllable when she wanted to be. She had taken an earlier shift, and she couldn’t have detention getting in the way of that. Altair definitely needed the money—another thing she couldn’t change was her flashy ways. She liked everything expensive, everything designer, everything that should be out of her reach. ”Yeah. This Water bitch got put, though.” The girl’s smile was malicious as she wiped off some excess eyeliner, and Altair snorted as she moved to the door and headed out of the bathroom. The girl tagged along, not that they were really friends. Altair didn’t have friends, or at least didn’t consider them as such. She had people she talked to, hung out with, partied with, but friends didn’t sit right with her.
She couldn’t remember a time if she ever did have friends, but surely she and her siblings when they were young and living with their parents and England had friends. She could barely remember back then, because she didn’t like to think of her parents or the past that the siblings had lost. ”Where you going now?” Lyss—the Fire girl—asked as she sneered at a passing girl who must have gotten on her bad side. Altair shrugged. ”Get a smoke on the grounds. Probably scivving off early.” The girl gave a shrill laugh, as if she found this incredibly funny, and bumped shoulders with Altair. ”Sounds like a plan,” she agreed as they headed outside. Once they reached the open air, she took out her pack of smokes. She didn’t really care if a professor saw her or a student snitched. They couldn’t serious expel her—the Academy was necessary for all elementals. The thought made her smirk as she lit up and let Lyss bum, the older girl lighting it with her own flame. One day… Altair thought.
They stopped walking to converse about a party coming up, and Lyss told her that a guy that jumped her before would be there. ”I’ll back you up,” Lyss assured. Altair scoffed. ”Don’t need your help, but thanks.” She took out the cigarette and blew a puff of smoke, not too bothered by the cold even though she only wore jeans and a gauzy long-sleeved shirt. As a Fire elemental, her body temperature as naturally high. A voice found its way to her ears, and she rolled her eyes. She recognized the Earth as she rolled her head to the side, giving him an unamused stare with cold blue eyes. A softie, just like all the others, it was almost funny how he tried to be cool. ”The fuck are you smoking, guy?” she said with a shake of her head, flicking more ash to the ground. ”Wait, no, can’t call you guy. Probably still haven’t grown a pair.” Alyss snorted, being the ever-loyal fire. If Altair had problems with someone, she had problems too. ”Don’t think I want to find out, or any other girl for that matter. That’s why it’s still a mystery.” Altair kept her gaze trained on the Earth elemental and cocked her head up. ”Really, do you think you’re cute or something?” It was a challenge in so many words. He was fucking with two Fire elementals—not smart for a little Earthie.
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Post by archer on Dec 8, 2011 23:00:20 GMT -5
archer couldn't help but cringe at the thought of altair bennett. he would say he didn't know what he was - but he knew perfectly well of her infamous reputation and he could honestly say that he hated every inch of her. for someone so confident and shit-faced, her life was really going nowhere. and it was a lot to say that archer couldn't dislike her anymore than he already did. even as he stood before her, his chocolate-colored hair being ruffled by the wind, every inch of his body screamed disgust. hate. he couldn't help it. maybe that was just the feeling she provoked in him. and if that was so, then he never wanted to be around her. who would want to be around a two-faced, violent person? not archer. so why was he standing before her and her snarky friend? no idea.
"the fuck are you smoking, guy?" archer resisted the impulsive intention of rolling his eyebrows, because he didn't want to let on how much he really hated being there - although he was positive she already knew. "that's a real original one, altair. have you used it much?" he said sarcastically, the snide grin still stuck onto his usually charming features. he could feel his hazels eyes burning with contempt, as they grazed over her pale face. for someone who was so ugly inside, she was pretty enough to look at outside. of course, archer wasn't even thinking of that, he was just thinking... well. he wasn't thinking. in any other day he would've never approached altair. because altair equalled conflict, and conflict was something that archer despised, despite his brute strength and elemental powers.
he watched as she flicked some of the ashes from her cigarette onto the ground. he could feel his jaw twitch, just a slight movement, but an irritable twitch he'd developed all the same. what more could he expect from someone like her? "wait, no, can’t call you guy. probably still haven’t grown a pair." archer couldn't help the slight tilt that lifted a corner of his lips. he heard the snort from her friend, whatever her name was - he couldn't care less. he chose to ignore her, of course. that was, until she spoke. "don’t think i want to find out, or any other girl for that matter. that’s why it’s still a mystery." for a moment, archer felt his trained gaze drift over to the other girl. his gaze turned icy, rather than his sarcastic, charming self which had formed with altair. he only waited a moment before he shifted his hazel vision back to altair. "also, original. do you use that one a lot, too? learn it from your beautiful friend here?" archer said sarcastically, motioning to the other girl.
"really, do you think you’re cute or something?" a devilish grin slipped onto his handsome features once again, his hazel eyes trained on her own blue ones. "i think bunnies are cute. as for me," he paused, gesturing to himself. "i think i'm positively jaw-dropping." he emphasized, a hitch at the corner of his lips. he didn't necessarily think this, of course, but he wanted to piss off altair as much as possible. even though it wasn't the smartest thing to do. "which is more than you can say for yourself, right?" archer said snidely, putting a hand on his hip. "you know, i don't understand you," he said smartly, clearly on a roll. he didn't care if she shot him down. he felt good, and she couldn't take that from him. "you go around acting like you're the shit. but who really wants to be friends with a washed up, idiotic, burn-out? what do you really have going for you, altair? you're fiery attitude will only last for so long before someone finally puts you out." he said matter-of-factly. before his hand gestured to the girl next to her. "and who is she? can't you stand up for yourself anymore, altair?" he said, jerking a thumb towards the girl. even afterwards, archer felt elated. he knew that even if she tore down all of his insults, he'd still feel good about himself.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Dec 9, 2011 18:01:11 GMT -5
Altair had to admit, maybe he had grown a pair. Not that it mattered much, especially since she didn’t care to think of anyone but herself most of the time. The exception was Rowena. Her Thunder sister was quite possibly the best part of her. Archer didn’t even factor into this, he was just an Earth student, a passive doormat like the rest of his allies. They made for good kindling, especially in a war. She wondered how their kind could even exist, but didn’t think too hard on it. At his observation of her ‘original’ comment, the two girls blinked at each other before erupting into mean-spirited laughter. It was always a joy to see piss-ants like Archer trying to act hard. She couldn’t even reply to that, she was laughing so hard.
His next words caused Altair to roll her eyes, and was actually enjoying this. She wasn’t in a temper, which meant she could be particularly sadistic. ”Oh my god, is that all you got?” she said, grinning as she shook her head. An elbow was propping up the arm holding her cigarette, her blue eyes meeting his own brown-greenish eyes in a sort of challenge. ”Really, I enjoy commentary about creative as much as the next girl, but if you can’t keep me entertained, you shouldn’t be remarking about creativity.” Besides, Altair didn’t try to be creative. What did it matter in a fight, really? You could spout turns-of-phrases like the next fucking Eliot or Dickens, and still get your teeth knocked out. Creativity went to Ro—she was the designer, Altair had her body for everything. And that’s all she needed.
She kne how much Archer liked to talk, it was obvious because he just wouldn’t stop. Her tolerance was low for people like him, but right now she was not too close to the edge, just enough that her words could have a biting edge to them. ”Really, when’s the last time you got laid, mate?” Altair said smartly, and Lyss seemed to find his ego about himself particularly humorous as she was trying to hold back more laughter. He had a pretty boyish face, one that she had the irrestible urge to fuck up. ”Oh look, pretty boy’s copping an attitude,” Altair said when he put his hand on his hip, running her tongue over her perfectly straight teeth. As she let her cigarette burn further, still in her hand. Even though she wasn’t very angry, she was still violent and willing to fight anyone who annoyed her. And this guy definitely annoyed her. A lot. Lyss was probably more amused at this point, but the younger girl could feel her patience wearing thin with his spiel. It wasn’t even his words that grated on her nerves—after all, he didn’t know the first thing about her—it was the fact that he felt the need to speak that irked her.
She tilted her head, her grin much more malicious now as her eyes sparkled with foul intent. ”Whoever said I want friends? Just because you and your Earth mates love to jerk each other off and be flower loving faggots doesn’t mean anyone else wants to.” No one could bring down Altair, not even Archer. He didn’t know half the shit she’d been through, and also didn’t know that she wasn’t anything for anyone else. She stoked her own ego. It was called self-esteem, and she believed no one could make you feel bad about yourself. She’d make a great motivational speaker if she gave half a crap. So, the Earth boy’s words had little effect. ”Tell me, who’s gonna put me out?” she said quizzically. ”You? You’re a fucking glorified punching bag who thinks he’s tough because he can talk big.” She knew she didn’t need to talk, which is why she drew out her lighter and let the flame grow into a tongue of fire. He may have been older, but she had elemental advantage. ”Wanna see me stand up for myself? I’ll fuck you up, Fortesque.” With that, she let the flame lash out into a whip, wrapping around his waist.
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