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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Mar 6, 2012 17:29:16 GMT -5
Caterina scowled around at the seedy apartment, crossing her arms and resisting the urge to spit on the floor. It'd probably improve it a little. "This place is a fucking dump," she growled under her breath. The home her parents had owned together had been nothing special and her aunt's house even smaller, but at least they were houses, not to mention clean ones. She was barely able to afford this shitty roof over her head in addition to the cost of a car and the fees for the asylum her father had been committed to. Not that it was much of a roof. She glared up at the ceiling above the kitchenette and eyed the crack in it, currently dripping water. The apartment above her was empty and the pipes had burst, causing a ton of water damage and not to mention soaking into the floor and nearly ruining her apartment as well. She'd taken what she could get. Rin had put in an order for the super-intendant to come and fix it but he was taking his sweet time. I wonder if he'd hurry up with my foot up his ass. She seriously considered knocking on his door and bitching him out but reminded herself that it might result in being kicked out. She rammed her foot into the side of the couch instead, cursing when it caused a sharp pain. Fuck this shit. The place was entirely lonely, with not even a pet for company, but that was the one thing that didn't bother Rin. She didn't care too much for relationships and she'd surely forget to feed a pet.
Deciding to get the hell out of the apartment before it fouled her mood any more than it had—it really wasn't hard to make her irritable—Caterina slammed the door behind her and didn't bother with the lock. It wasn't like she had anything to steal. There was a television set but it was fairly old and her computer stayed at school in a locked filing cabinet at the back of her classroom. She kept it there even during the summer because she didn't care to use it for anything else but keeping track of papers she needed to grade and students that had detention. She was known for how strict she was and how readily she sent someone to the office or the detention hall if they irked her—it was better than really losing her temper and likely her job if she attacked a student. The day was warm and welcoming as she stepped outside but sunshine and butterflies weren't likely to lift her mood. She wanted a drink, really, but knew she shouldn't waste what little money she had at the moment on beer. Good decisions were not her forte but hunger reminded her that she still needed to go grocery shopping. Right. Shopping. Ugh. She was a bit of a miserly sort, hating to spend her short funds on anything. It killed her to write the rent check monthly, knowing that she was paying for something a mere step up from a hole in the ground. It was an elevated hole on the fifth floor with a roof that was about to collapse. Not much better, in her opinion.
Reluctantly bypassing the bar, Rin decided it was better now than never to head to the store and pick up something for dinner. She'd only end up spending it on something else, otherwise. She didn't like spending money but that didn't mean it stopped her. The store was a part of the shopping mall, a large food outlet that had almost anything you could ask for. She barely paid attention to what she was throwing into the cart, not caring about the prices as long as she had the money to buy it. The sensible part of her brain, small as it was, told her that she should live the life she was meant to live and get the cheap stuff. The other part, considerably larger, insisted that she wasn't buying shit that was not name brand because it tasted like shit. The larger part won out as always. Hauling the bags back to her car and shoving them in the trunk, she turned the key in the ignition and would have headed home if not for a concerning noise when it started. "Oh fucking hell," she said, trying it again. It sputtered and died once more and Rin kicked the underside of the dashboard before getting out and kicking the back tire. It wasn't worth anything and didn't even help ease the frustration but she didn't care. "Fuck you," she told the car. "I don't know fuck all about cars!" It would be her luck, wouldn't it?
[Enjoy Rin!rage xD]
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Post by james on Mar 7, 2012 12:05:50 GMT -5
  » BUT I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE UNWELLi know right now you can't tell but stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me
[/i] a babysitter, it would be good for the little girl to spend some time with someone besides her father. And James intended to pay Lark of course. He imagined the girl would enjoy a little extra money here and there. He would have as a student. James shook his head. Being around his students made him feel both old and young at the same time – so far ahead of them, but never going back to where they were. It was a strange feeling, but one James was becoming accustomed to, albeit reluctantly. James paused in front of one of the shops. Now that he had this time, free to do what he liked, he wasn’t sure what he would do with it. He didn’t exactly have friends. He had simply been too busy to make any. And all the people he knew (that he desired to associate with) were either students or co-workers. Now there were a couple of coworkers James would have been more than happy to get to know, but his schedule often got in the way of that. James pushed the thoughts away and glanced up at the store name. It appeared to be clothing. James shrugged and went in, looking around at what the shop had to offer. There were stacks of shirts and pants, shoes and socks and the like. James walked through the aisle, perusing the goods available. Most was of no interest to him. He had never liked those tight V-necks all the kids seemed to be wearing. He was really more of a classic button-up shirt kind of guy. He liked to think he was classy, whether that was entirely true or not. James strolled, perfectly happy to do nothing at all but enjoy the solitude he so rarely got. Something in particular caught his eye. He wandered over towards a rack of jackets. They weren’t leather like biker leather, but something else. He looked at them with amusement, flipping through the hangers until he found one his size. He slipped it over his shoulders, moving around to see how it fit. James was quite pleased with it actually and made his way to the counter to pay. Money changed hands and soon James was walking back down the street again with a plastic bag in hand. He looked around him as he walked, observing the people around him with interest. One particular person caught his eye. There was a woman, quite familiar to him actually. She was kicking the back tire of a car, obviously frustrated and quite angry. James grinned slightly. He couldn’t help it. The view was slightly amusing. James wandered over, leaning against the trunk of the car. " Having some car troubles Ms. Ravenhill?" James grinned goodnaturedly. He knew the woman by face, if not by personality. Their classes weren’t in any way related, so they didn’t spend much time together. But she was a wind, and James had no reason to dislike her. He glanced at the car and her frustrated countenance. " I would recommend calling the Auto Shop up the street. One of the students works there actually. Mr. Asher Rizzo. I’ve heard he’s quite handy with a motor." James didn’t know the boy personally, but teachers gossiped as much as students. It was an amusing pastime to say the least. " Unfortunately I can’t offer you a ride home, but I’d be more than happy to keep you company." James was a Fire and yes he had a temper, but he wasn’t a hostile person. He was in quite a jovial mood really and saw no reason why he shouldn’t take a moment of his free time to attempt to make a friend. [/ul]
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Mar 7, 2012 16:58:04 GMT -5
Caterina whirled around with a none-too-pleasant glower when someone spoke and caught her attention, not approving of the good-natured amusement in their tone. She recognised her co-worker but would deal with the fact that she knew his name in a minute, still slightly incensed by the comment. "Of course not," she said in a light tone, rolling her eyes. "What gave you that idea?" Sarcasm was one of Rin's favoured weapons in conversation and she did not use it sparingly. She knew it was rude to snark at him when he wasn't being cruel himself but that didn't matter to her. They were outside of school at the moment and James wasn't anyone that could risk her the job during the summer. She could say what she liked to him, about him, it wouldn't affect her at all. Now, she wasn't so angry right now that she would turn into an outright bitch but she certainly wasn't in a good mood. Her temper had a short fuse but it also had rather quick cool-down periods. She vented her anger for a moment and then, provided the problem didn't persist, it went away. She was still scowling as she sat down on the trunk of her car, kicking the back of her boot into it and not really caring if it did damage. The vehicle was not very classy and it certainly wouldn't have been her first pick to drive so she would be quite happy if it rolled into a ditch of its own accord and blew up or something. Only in the movies, thought Rin sourly. It would more than likely cough its last breath and die on the way to the Academy.
Rin slid off the trunk and crossed her arms, looking at the Fire elemental with disbelief. She raised a dark red eyebrow at him and scoffed slightly. "Let a student work on my car?" she said. "Surely you're joking. Those irresponsible... kids," Rin carefully refrained from using another, less polite word to describe what she thought of her charges, "can't fix their own school work half the time, let alone my car." She didn't know if she would trust a student with her car. What if they were still learning and they totally fucked it up? Now, Rin did listen to the gossip about the students and what was said by the kids themselves but she tended to shut out whatever she considered "boring". There wasn't much scandal behind some boy working on vehicles and so she ignored it. If she heard that someone was pregnant or that they were cheating on their boyfriend, well, that was a little more interesting. She'd never blackmailed a student before but she'd certainly blackmailed people her own age. Would it really kill her to step down a notch? She thought not. Manipulation was a useful tool when you wanted to get your way. "That's fine, seeing as I never asked," she said smoothly when he mentioned a ride. Rin was too proud to accept even if he had given her the offer. She'd sooner call them to tow the damn thing and walk home than admit defeat.
Despite her slightly bitchy attitude, Rin was not actually irritated with James. It might have appeared that way to an outsider or perhaps even the man himself but she was generally a lot more clear on her dislike if she was truly in a foul mood. She considered him and shrugged before pulling out her phone. "Suit yourself, beats standing out here all day." She was a social creature in spite of her frequent anger issues and she wasn't likely to turn down company unless it was that of someone she considered unfavourable. If she'd disliked James she would have quite happily told him where he could fuck off to. She called the directory and then the number of the first auto shop she found, hoping that it wasn't the one with that kid James had mentioned. "The name's Rin, by the way," she said as she pocketed the phone, flicking her red bangs out of her eyes so she could fix them on him. "I'm kind of fucking sick of people calling me by my surname." The frown was not directed at him, for she was thinking of her students again and how much most of them drove her up the wall. Teaching theatre to a bunch of kids that wanted to joke around and have fun with the props was not easy, nor was it enjoyable most of the time. "What're you doing out here, anyway?" she asked, noting the bag.
outfit~
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Post by james on Mar 7, 2012 20:57:48 GMT -5
» BUT I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE UNWELLi know right now you can't tell but stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me
[/color][/b]" James could be just as sarcastic as Catarina, if he wished. And he wasn’t intimidated by her annoyance either. He was a Fire. If he quaked in his boots every time someone frowned, well he would be a discredit to his element now wouldn’t he? While James certainly had a temper of his own, things like this didn’t get to him. He knew what she said was nothing personal, and it wasn’t particularly snarky anyways. James shrugged lightly, glancing at her car. He couldn’t see anything wrong with it. But then again, he knew next to nothing about cars. He didn’t even own one himself. He preferred to walk or take the bus for longer distances. He wasn’t some sort of tree hugging Earth, but he did like cheap travel. Although James knew he shouldn’t do anything to irritate Catarina further, he couldn’t help but be amused at her frustration. She was wearing a distinctly sour expression and looked almost like a petulant child. In fact, she looked quite like Kylie when her dad wouldn’t play Batman with her. Though in age comparison, Catarina was quite a deal younger than James. She wasn’t a child of course, but she was young. He was pretty sure he was roughly five or six years her elder. He’d lived a hell of a lot more of life than she had, and had learned not to let the little things make him petulant. He wasn’t being uppity, just observing from the outside. Of course, this didn’t make him any less amused at her situation. Why shouldn’t he laugh? Wasn’t laughter the best medicine or something stupid like that? The way he saw it, he was almost being helpful! Not that Catarina would let him, but he would try all the same. He set down his bags, leaning against the trunk of her car casually. " Can we compromise and I call you Catarina? It’s a nice name in all honesty." James stuck his hands in his pockets. Perhaps choosing Catarina to befriend hadn’t been his wisest choice. She had simply been convenient. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around at the moment, and James was practicing his social skills. If he ignored the fact that Catarina had been pissed before he even arrived, that meant he was doing pretty well so far. He listened to her call a mechanic, slightly bemused. He remembered Asher having worked as a mechanic, but only that much. What shop and what hours, James had no clue. That particular tidbit of information had simply stuck with him – though he wasn’t sure why. James didn’t have anything mechanical that would ever really need true attention. The way James saw it – things were either broken, or not broken. Broken things got thrown away and replaced. Nice and simple, sweet and to the point – that was how James liked his life to be. James raised a brow at the language Catarina used. Now he wasn’t a stranger to cussing himself, but he had learned to moderate his language being both a teacher and a single parent to a seven year old. " You’ve got quite a mouth on you. I would love to hear what words you reserve for burnt toast and the like. " His words were entirely teasing, an attempt to lighten her mood. He wasn’t judging. He’d heard foul mouths on more than one of his students. James didn’t particularly mind it. He did prefer it be kept out of the classroom – as an attempt to retain some semblance of control over his class. Not that James didn’t have perfect control. Not many students would risk pissing off a fully trained Fire elemental. James glanced back at Catarina when she questioned him. He shrugged slightly and nudged his bag with his foot. " I take what free time I get and I figured I would spend a few luxury dollars." James knew it wasn’t a particularly impressive reason. He should have been with friends or something, but James couldn’t honestly protect every single side of himself at once. People would form whatever views they wished. What was it to him? He had a kid, which most of the other professors didn’t. A child was unconditional love, unless you fucked the little thing up – which James hadn’t, he hoped. Thus, whatever he did would be right and just in the eyes of his little girl. As sappy as it sounded, that was pretty much good enough for James. Not saying it wouldn’t have been nice to have a couple guys to watch the games with, but you couldn’t have everything could you? " What have you been spending your summer days doing?" James inquired casually in an attempt to keep some sort of conversation going. [/ul]
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Mar 7, 2012 22:54:52 GMT -5
[Rin's 23 o.o He's only four years older, which isn't that much considering.]
Rin almost punched him when he suggested using her full name. She seriously, honestly considered drawing back her fist and ramming it into his face in an effort to see how easily his nose might break. He'd be damn sure of what she thought of the name then, wouldn't he? The rage showed easily in her ice-coloured eyes as she narrowed them, expression sour. She didn't care what people thought of her anger issues, she had them and she was perfectly fine with them. Deciding that he might be able to best her in a fight—might, she insisted—the Wind elemental merely settled for looking murderous. "It's Rin." Her tone suggested that she was settling the matter there and that it wasn't up for further discussion. Caterina loathed hearing people call her by that name unless they had her specific permission. She'd let her last boyfriend call her 'Cat' affectionately but that had been stopped as soon as the relationship was. Nicknames were not alright with her unless it was the one she'd given herself. She liked being called Rin. It felt like her name, where Caterina felt like the name of the mother who'd died before she even got to know her. Her relatives always compared Rin to her mother, her father had mistaken her for her mother, she was absolutely sick of it and was not going to take it.
She scoffed when he mentioned her language. Like I give a shit. The girl knew that she had a sailor's vocabulary and she took no shame in it. She attempted to watch her mouth in the classroom but wasn't as accomplished as James was in that department. It wouldn't be the first time that she told a student to sit down and shut the fuck up lest she send them to detention to give herself some peace. She had very little patience when it came to teaching. Caterina knew what she was doing and she didn't like to be questioned or ignored. Acting was a passion of hers and she was very good at becoming someone else when she had to be. You wouldn't think that such a bitchy lass would be able to change on a dime in front of a camera but it was possible for her under the right circumstances. She was lucky that her bursts of anger were relatively short. Not sweet, but short at least. "Fucking hate toast," she said, following a train of thought. It was even worse when it was burnt. She liked burning things with fire but she didn't like the way they tasted after they were all charred to bits. Especially not toast, which in her opinion was revolting to begin with. "Probably cuss it out, too. Never claimed I was creative." She rolled her eyes. Actually she was creative, she just reserved her creativity for the stage rather than cuss words.
"Free time?" she echoed. "It's summer. The whole fucking month is free." She knew that James had a daughter from listening to the other teachers talk but Rin didn't consider the fact that his little girl was the reason most of his time was taken up. Caterina didn't really do well around smaller kids because of her foul mouth and bitchy attitude so she didn't think much about them and she certainly didn't want any. She wasn't looking for a relationship, either, for that matter. Rin thought mostly about herself and so such commitments were few and far between. She'd quite liked her last boyfriend for his toughness and ability to handle her mouth but he'd decided he was going to move and she certainly wasn't the type that would pack her bags and chase after him. No, that wasn't in her nature at all. "Being bored and dreading the end of it," she snorted, completely honest. She didn't really like her job and didn't try to keep that a secret. She liked acting. She did not like teaching. She liked the castle, but not what it represented—the Academy. The only reason she was here was something she'd admit to no one but herself. "What about you? Are you going to tell me you love your job?" She snorted slightly, as if it was hard to believe anyone could like teaching.
outfit~
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