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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Feb 28, 2012 17:10:46 GMT -5
Rowena liked the quiet atmosphere of the Thunder dormitories, and as a result she spent the majority of her time there. It was a lot nicer a place than the ratty apartment she shared with her sister. Ro and Altair did the best they could with what they had but this school still had much better accommodations than they could afford. Thankfully, Rowena had managed to straighten her act out enough that she had scored a job with a local modelling agency despite her distinct lack of a good portfolio. She had a lot of references and photoshoots from back in England but she didn't want to risk getting deported and charged for the crimes they'd wanted her for back home. She could no longer go by 'Audrey', her middle name, and instead settled for her first. She'd signed their contracts without complaint and suddenly she was back in business. It felt good to have a purpose again, some source of income. She knew that Altair wouldn't hate her if she didn't work (it didn't seem they could hate each other for anything) but she'd felt guilty in letting her older-by-a-few-minutes sister do all the work for her.
Another thing she liked about the Thunder dormitories was the fact that no one could mistake her for her sister. She'd had a few people come up and try to start things simply because they thought she was Altair. Once someone had even mistaken her for Syria shortly after the girl had died and it had sent her into a brief bout of depression. Thoughts of her sister still hurt but she didn't cry about them any more. She was determined to get her shit together and her life back on track. Frowning at her reflection in the mirror as she twisted around to get a better look at the clothes she was wearing, she debated whether or not the outfit needed a little more colour. Shrugging it off, she decided that what she had on would do and headed from her own room into the main area of the dormitory. She wondered briefly when and if her roommate would be back today, then decided she didn't care. They didn't exactly get along and so Rowena ignored the girl. As long as the bitch didn't steal her things or say anything against Altair, Ro couldn't give two shits about her. That was how it was for most everyone.
There were a couple of other people in the dormitory—some of whom she knew, others she didn't. She waggled her fingers at one of the girls she was closer with but didn't bother to say anything, noticing that the other Thunder was heading out of the dormitory. Probably going to meet her boyfriend. She had never really cared about the whole relationship business. She slept with who she liked and she knew there wasn't much of a chance she'd ever change. She took a piece of gum from her pocket and popped it between her lips. It was supposed to help ease the cravings for nicotine but it didn't work as well as advertised. She just hoped that the fact she had no cigarettes on her would discourage her. You (obviously) couldn't buy cigarettes on campus and it would be an awfully long trip into town for them. She'd walked it once when she was desperate and if she wasn't careful she might end up making the walk again. Deciding to talk to someone for a distraction, she flopped down on the couch beside a random elemental. "What's up, buttercup?" she asked, her tone sarcastic but the question honest.
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Post by nirvana on Feb 28, 2012 20:41:30 GMT -5
[img src=" "] Cynder twisted around in front of the mirror in his dorm, frowning delicately at the way the leather looked on his form. It was fitted carefully to fit into every curve and valley, to cling to him. After a moment the Thunder elemental just shook his head and smiled faintly, it was good enough. Turning away from his reflection Cynder flicked on the radio, 'Nsync's Bye Bye Bye filling the room. The Hispanic collapsed onto his bed, he wasn't ready to head into the main area yet, his first introduction to the other Elemental hadn't been a good one. And the part of him that said it was just because of their kind had been deemed crazy and biased, the fact that he couldn't seem to stay away from this whole 'alliance' thing, was driving him up the wall. Annoyed with his thoughts, Cynder rose again, automatically beginning to pace. Pacing was his way of venting emotions that would otherwise end up hurting someone, and however much the idea tempted him after his icy welcome, he wasn't going to get himself in trouble already.
Absently the thunder Elemental spanned a hand slowly across the rich gold covers that were spread across his bed, he was glad that they had a sense of fashion, he wasn't sure if he'd survive otherwise. But he was learning that this place was well designs, and the castle origins certainly made it fascinating. Cynder pulled his hand away, glancing at the door as if wondering if it was really worth it. Almost a minute passed without him moving before the Hispanic finally gave one last look in the mirror. Brushing his hair over his shoulder, to reveal the sun tattoo on the back of his neck, before opening the door, switching off his radio as he let the room. He was far from social, but he hadn't spoken to a single person except the teachers for the last six months while his leg was healing. Cynder winced when, as if on cue a sharp pain went up his leg, mostly healed or not, his leg still hurt him.
He shook his head briefly, brushing off the pain, it was healed and he was away from his uncle, thats all that mattered. His hand unconsciously began tracing his newest tattoo, a lightning bolt on his outer thigh, on the same leg that his uncle had broken his ankle. Cynder shook off his thoughts yet again, continuing his walk to the Common Room. He wasn't sure what had made his decision for him, but he was going to give the Thunder Elementals a try, it might just be worth it. The room wasn't crowded, something he was glad for, in a mood that was social for him or not, he would probably never handle crowds. The Hispanic moved over to one of the unoccupied couches, deliberately skirting around the groups. The cracked glass table had caught his attention from the very beginning, it reminded him off home. With his wrought iron and glass desk, but he couldn't say that he missed it. Not after what his uncle had done, and especially not after learning about his parents.
He hadn't realized that he'd been lost in thought until a girls voice greeted him, What's up, buttercup? His expression didn't change as he tilted his head back to look at her, "not much, what about you tulip?" The come-back came automatically, without thought of whether or not it would get him murdered in his sleep. Cynder twisted slightly around to look at her, his bored, not-so-innocent cerulean blue eyes taking her in. She had a shrunken look about her, like she was recovering from border-line starvation, but self-induced guessing by her attitude. He had to admit, for a first meeting she didn't seem so bad, anyone who could share his attitude couldn't be to bad, well... in a matter of speaking. Word Count; 655 Mood; Amused Muse; Great Listening To; Bye Bye Bye- 'Nsync & Judith- Perfect Circle Tags; Rowena Notes; Well this is going interesting... [img src=" "] |
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Feb 28, 2012 21:45:51 GMT -5
Rowena wasn't really sure whether or not she would get an answer from the younger boy that she'd sat beside. This was the Thunder dormitories, after all, and their quiet natures meant that they sometimes ignored one another entirely. She wouldn't have been incensed even if he had tuned her out or chose not to respond. It took more than social spurning to bother her, especially since she didn't have many friends and was used to such treatment. She was a loner by choice. People had tried to talk to her, she gave them that, but it took a special kind of person to tolerate her. One who understood that she would put herself first, or at least someone who was clueless of her personality enough to trust her. At present she wasn't sure which category the Thunder beside her would fall but it seemed that she'd find out given that he was opting to speak to her.
"Tulip?" Rowena echoed, arching a carefully maintained eyebrow at him. "Really?" She crossed one leg over the other and propped her elbow against her knee, examining his face when he looked at her. Definitely younger than she was, though Rowena couldn't tell by how much. A lot of the people she was forced to associate herself with were younger thanks to the fact she'd started late at the Academy. "Is that the best you've got?" Her tone was not rude as she spoke—it was almost teasing, offering him a challenge. Her British accent still rang strong as she enunciated her words, not yet having gave way to the less prominent Canadian one. She hoped it never would. Hearing herself and her sister speak, it reminded her of home and how badly she wanted to go back. She didn't belong here, yet she was here and she knew she wouldn't be able to leave. "Tulips are boring. Why am I a tulip?" Now she was just messing with him to pass the time. She could be friendly enough if she wanted to be but that didn't mean she would be your friend.
"Nothin'," she said, answering the question at last. "Absolutely fucking nothing, unless talking to you counts." She shrugged, leaving that open. She hadn't decided whether he was interesting enough to keep her attention yet. If she got bored, it would not be unlike Rowena to get up and walk away from Cynder without so much as introducing herself. She'd done it before. A lot of people said it was rude but the Thunder girl just called it honesty. She wasn't going to sit around pretending to be interested in a conversation for the sake of preserving someone's feelings. It sounded like something Syria might have done, but not her. "I wonder how this table got cracked," she mused, tapping the tip of her foot against it. The crack looked like it had been mended with something like super-glue. "Should've got a new one by now." Syr would have said it added character, she thought to herself, remembering how the Water elemental had kicked a hole in their front door and insisted just that.
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Post by nirvana on Feb 29, 2012 1:01:26 GMT -5
[img src=" "] Cynder maintained his bored expression as he turned absently away, to hide the slight snicker at her echoed Tulip? Really? He nodded sagely, somehow keeping a straight face at her raised eye-brow. He turned back to face her, a slight touch of humor coloring his bored look. Is that the best you've got? His eyes flashed at the challenge, excitement instead of anger reflecting in them. The Hispanic examined her face, she had the shape of a model, and definitely carried herself like one, made him wonder if people here actually did have a life outside their elements. He turned away from her briefly to glance around again, his jagged razor cut, black hair falling into his eye, though he barely acknowledged it. A hand rose to brush it back to his shoulder before turning back to her, the sun tattoo on the back of his neck half covered by the dark tresses.
Her next words nearly got a laugh out of him before his natural quiet and composure came up again. Tulips are boring. Why am I a tulip? It was obvious she was messing with him, but he couldn't resist returning the favor. "Would you prefer petunia?" Cynder drawled slowly, crossing his legs. He faced the table again, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, anticipating her response. Nothin', the Hispanic still didn't face her, though he'd been silently wondering if she would answer the question. Absolutely fucking nothing, unless talking to you counts. He managed to bite back a snicker at the opening she gave him with that. Cynder tilted back his head to look at her, "well talking to you definitely doesn't, so where does that leave us?" His slow drawl was almost teasing, playful.
Cynder let his mind wonder again, the blocked section of his mind skirting away from his thoughts, something he was glad for, the past wasn't something that was exactly good for conversation. His hand unconsciously began tracing the lightning bolt tattooed on his thigh, the sensitive skin tingling at the indirect touch. I wonder how this table got cracked, Cynder's head snapped up as she spoke, startling as he was pulled from his thoughts. The thunder elemental glanced at it, looking at the crack across the glass, it looked like someone had tried to mend it once, but not with real effort.Should've got a new one by now. Cynder shrugged, "maybe they thought it added character." He stretched out his leg to indicate the table like she had, only to wince, his jaw locking sharply as a jolt of pain went up his leg. The Hispanic drew his leg back, the pain in his expression smoothing out as it faded to a sharp throb. He was definitely going to have to be more careful. [img src=" "] |
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Feb 29, 2012 16:24:16 GMT -5
Rowena snorted at the question as if the mere idea of it had offended her, though she was really indifferent to the entire conversation thus far. It was a way to pass the time, talking to this boy, and so she figured she would play along until she tired of their conversation. Not that talking about flowers was very interesting to begin with but it was better than lying in the dormitory and staring at the ceiling for the next couple of hours. The tips of a few fingers were wrapped in gauze due to a few more sewing accidents—though it would be difficult for anyone to guess at the reasons for the bandages unless they knew her—so she couldn't pass the time by working on some more of her clothing. Ambition told her that she ought to suggest a few of her designs to the agency she worked with and request that she wear some of her own stuff in the photo shoots. She wanted to put herself out there as a model and a designer. This would have to do. "That's even worse," she shot back with an air of disdain. "I'd like to think I'm something a little more interesting, like an orchid." There was a picture of such plants hanging on the wall of the reception room in the building she had to go to for therapy. She wondered why they put such things in that place. Did they think people would feel better about the fact that they needed to see a shrink if there were pictures of flowers on the wall? It certainly didn't work for her.
She laughed, the sound not as humour-filled as it could have been, though nor was it as dry as it once would have been. She'd changed quite a bit since her sister's death. In getting over her various addictions Rowena was reclaiming bits and pieces of the personality she'd lost. She was still fairly serious when she was in a bad mood but she could at least joke around a little bit now. "You're very polite, aren't you? Are you sure you're Canadian?" Her blue eyes glittered with a teasing light, glancing in his direction to see that he was not looking her way. Well, he was certainly friendly, wasn't he? Rowena was used to it from their other elemental kin and so it didn't bother her at all. She didn't really understand the stereotypes about this foreign country. They were hardly as polite as people said they were and she didn't think she'd seen a lumberjack yet. It didn't matter. She still hated it. Rowena wasn't very good with distinguishing accents other than those from her homeland, so she didn't notice anything odd about the boys own enunciations. She realised that she still didn't have his name but didn't offer hers, either.
The words surprised her, though her only outward reaction was to arch her eyebrow coolly at him. "Maybe," she agreed, shrugging. She didn't mention her sister and didn't appear bothered by the words. She wasn't, truthfully, she just thought it was strange that someone she didn't know would say something like that. She considered the idea that he might have known Syria and dismissed it. Water and Thunder don't mix. She had not shunned her sister because of their differing elements but the rest of her element had. They'd even been a little cold to her because of it. Once Syria had died, however, they softened their attitudes slightly and were even sympathetic. She hadn't appreciated it as much as she should have. Rowena hated pity. "You look kind of young," she said, poking his arm with a carefully manicured fingernail. Rowena took very good care of her appearance now that she was off the drugs. Her nails were painted a bright red to match the colour of one of her layered shirts. "How old are you?" After a pause, she frowned. "You smoke, by any chance?" This gum really wasn't doing anything for her and she wanted a fucking cigarette!
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Post by nirvana on Mar 1, 2012 19:36:56 GMT -5
[img src=" "] Cynder bit back another laugh at her snort, she sounded quite offended by the idea of being called petunia, which had been exactly his intention. If she didn't like tulip, petunia was her other option. The Hispanic glanced at her bandaged fingers, silently wondering what had happened, most likely a training incident, after all, thats what everyone guessed when they saw him limping. Cynder shook off that thought, still absently tracing his tattoo, ignoring the slight sting from it. That and the fact that he was still healing kept him from his normal activities, mainly getting as far away from society as possible. And those mountains looks perfect for it. Cynder shook off the thoughts, there was no point in wishing for something you can't have. He'd be able to walk properly again soon, until then he had to keep to the castle. The doctor had said to wait another full six months before even jogging, and he was already going stir crazy. The Hispanic gave a terse sigh at the thought, six months of having to stay within range of the lake, he'd go nuts within the next three weeks.
Cynder was jolted from his thoughts as the girl finally responded, he'd almost forgotten she was there. That's even worse, he gave her a look as if to tell her that, that had been exactly his point, tulip was really her best option with him. I'd like to think I'm something a little more interesting, like an orchid. The thunder elemental chuckled softly at that, slow smirking before he responded. "Sorry, but you'll always be a tulip to me, unless of course you'd prefer..." He paused carefully, glancing at her to gouge her reaction, "Daffodil." He looked away before she could react, biting back a laugh. He really doubted that she would like that one. Cynder glanced at the hand that was tracing the lightning bolt on his thigh as if only just noticing it, instead moving it to play with the tips of his stylishly jagged cut hair. After so many years with his uncle he had no idea where he'd gotten his sense of fashion, but it definitely wasn't from exposure.
Cynder was almost glad when she pulled him from his thoughts again, sometimes thinking wasn't the best thing to be doing. You're very polite, aren't you? Are you sure you're Canadian? the Hispanic laughed quietly at that, definitely a interesting view of things. He stares straight ahead at the cracked table, his eyes glittering with humor. "Would you believe me if I told you a was a New Yorker?" It was posed as a question because of the wide knowledge that New Yorkers were usually the most temperamental, rude people in America. And she'd just called him polite. Cynder tilted back his head again, looking sideways at her. His accent had always been rough to identify, his Hispanic blood clashing with the adaptation of a New York accent, so most people couldn't tell where he was from. The thunder elemental turned to face her completely, a perfectly waxed eyebrow raised, to add to the inquiry. Cynder stretched out his leg almost lazily, a pain that he deliberately ignored flashing in his eyes as the movement disturbed his ankle.
When he faced the fact that his ankle hurt whenever he even moved it, six months didn't sound the unreasonable, but the fact was it could take his weight, just painfully. And injury seemed to be a given around here, when your playing with elements that wasn't really a surprise. Maybe, Cynder didn't react, the answer seemed to have surprised her, but he didn't particularly care. She seemed interesting, certainly enough to hold him in a conversation until he had something else to do, but it wasn't enough to make him care about her. You look kind of young, it was his turn to raise a eyebrow at that, the retort already rising on his tongue. How old are you? He rolled his eyes at the question, contemplating whether or not to answer her "Maybe your just getting old," the Hispanic paused, before deciding to actually address her question. "I'm fourteen." His tone closed off the subject pretty clearly, he didn't like to think about turning fourteen while being bed-ridden. The poor doctor had stayed clear of the room, well aware of Cynder's hatred of being held down.
Cynder recrossed his legs, restlessness already making him antsy. It only took three seconds for him to uncross his legs and start tracing the tattoo again, being kept in bed for six months and then told that he had to stay near the castle for another six months was not good for him. You smoke, by any chance? His head snapped in her direction, the eyebrow he raised this time disapproving. "No." Cynder's tone was flat, the Hispanic keeping the part that she shouldn't either silent. It was her choice, and he'd stay out of it as long as she stayed away from anything harder than that. The thunder elemental turned to face the table again, arms crossed and his fingers now drumming against his arm. He was surprised his sense of self-preservation had kept him obeying the doctor's orders this long, and at this rate it wasn't going to take much longer for him to break them. Unless he found something to keep him occupied. |
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Mar 2, 2012 19:02:35 GMT -5
As she'd never really observed Cynder before and they were sitting at the moment, Rowena hadn't noticed the limp. She likely wouldn't have cared even if she had. Ro didn't care about many things—herself and her sisters, that was about it. She also hadn't been truly offended by his comment about petunias and so she just chuckled under her breath when he went on. She was still unsure of whether or not she found this youth annoying. She certainly didn't see him as a likeable sort but that was to be expected. If she liked someone it was a surprising thing. "Daffodil works for me," she said, smirking. She actually didn't care much about any sort of flower and was only doing this to be a pain. The girl dangled her arm over the side of the couch and took more of an interest in her nails than the person she was currently conversing with, admiring the application of the bright red polish. She certainly wasn't very lady-like in attitude or mannerisms but Rowena tried her best to look hot. She'd suffered with her self-confidence in the past thanks to the drugs wearing down on her appearance but she was slowly reclaiming herself. One step at a time, that was what it would take. She enjoyed the prospect of a modelling contract because it would give her a chance to show off again, really boost her confidence back to its previous levels. She'd never be as cocky as Altair, of course, but that was fine with her.
When she glanced back at him and saw him tracing his fingers first along the tattoo and then through his hair, Rowena rolled her eyes. 'You really fancy yourself, don't you?" she drawled, smirking again. It wasn't a very nice thing to say but she thought it was true and so the words slipped from her tongue without much of a filter. It was no wonder her attitude angered a lot of people and left her without a broad network of friends. Friendship. Another thing she didn't care much about. She had people that would hang out with her but she didn't have any people she would call up for a girl's night out or an honest to god chat. If she ran into them, she spoke to them. If she didn't, she couldn't care less about what they were doing with their lives. Sometimes they would call her and yammer on about their days and she would play along but that was it. Not that Rowena considered herself above anyone else, she was just blunt. She didn't try to pretend all of the time.
She laughed again when he took her comment serious. "I would, actually. That was my point." She lifted both of her light brows at him and waited for him to get the message. In calling him polite she'd been implementing sarcasm, truly suggesting the opposite. So this guy's a Yankee, huh? She entertained the idea of what he might do if she called him that, saving it up for later dialogue if she wanted to get on his nerves. She had already insulted several Canadians with truly childish insults about lumberjacks and igloos, aiming more to be a troll than to come off as intelligent. Some were unphased by insults and those were the people she had a little more respect for. "I'm from London," she said, and her accent clearly suggested which London she was talking about. She'd heard there were a few in other countries but nothing was as good as back home to Rowena. "It's a lot nicer there than it is here." She wondered what New York was like. She'd never been and didn't plan on it.
Rowena was not bothered by the comment on her age. "I prefer to refer to it as becoming legal," she said, tone a little smug. "I can make decisions for myself. Don't need anyone ordering me around." She liked the fact that she didn't have to worry about being found out for living with her sister underage in an apartment, with their legal guardians all the way in England and currently unaware of she and Altair's whereabouts. She couldn't drink or smoke legally, which sucked, but she found ways around that by drinking at parties or getting her older acquaintances to pick up smokes for her when they bought their own. "So you're a niner," she observed, and she grinned wickedly at the thought. This was one of the kids she could mess with if the seniors were playing any pranks. She wasn't yet a senior herself but she should have been and that was good enough for Rowena. Good enough for the seniors, too, who didn't seem to give a shit that she was in a different grade than they were.
She snorted at his flat answer, irritated by the fact that she wouldn't be able to score her fix easily. Can't be bothered going, she thought as she glanced out the window to the far-off town in the distance. It was a cluster of specks, buildings from a long distance.
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Post by nirvana on Mar 3, 2012 4:28:43 GMT -5
[img src=" "] Cynder tried to ignore the way she was now observing him, staring instead at the window, the small storm outside the tower was strong today, beautiful. The Hispanic blocked out the thoughts that it brought up, of his dramatic lack of control, the teachers had been rather alarmed at the way it responded purely to his emotions. And of course, one had made the mistake of trying to draw it out that way, the results had nearly ended up with her in the hospital. Daffodil works for me, Cynder nearly jolted in surprise, but managed to ignore the flight or fight reaction that he hadn't quiet been able to suppress since his uncle. Silently reprimanding himself for slipping up yet again, Cynder barely managed to get a calm, bored expression again. "Than daffodil it is." He gave her a almost amused look as he leaned back again, ignoring the responding stab of pain from his leg. Six months of dealing with that and he probably wouldn't even notice if someone actually stabbed him.
Cynder nearly laughed at the thought, not sure if that would be a good thing or a bad thing. After a entire six months of hardly any sleep because of this and he was starting to think that anyone with the nerve to wake him up, knife simply a irrelevant detail, would end up with quarter of a lightning bolt shot straight into their chest. The thunder elemental grimaced mentally at that, trying to dismiss how enjoyable it sounded, lately he'd been feeling the need to electrocute a lot of people. Like a certain water elemental that had given him a rather icy shower upon his first appearance. Not many people knew that he'd been here for a whole six months, having only appeared three days ago, the only people who'd seen him before that were the people who'd been in the Hospital Wing and the teachers. You really fancy yourself, don't you? Cynder turned to her, not caught off guard this time. His perfectly waxed eyebrow rose, a dry expression on his face. "I prefer to think of it as appreciating my appearance."
The Hispanic said coolly, blowing a lock of hair from his eye as he did, though it was the movement of looking away that actually knocked it from his vision. Cynder glanced away, looking at the crack in the table, every detail of it, it looked kind of like someone had lost control of their power, kind of like he usually did whenever anyone made him made. The thunder elemental almost winced at the memories that followed that thought, the Rottweiler, the teacher, the window he'd shattered in the Hospital Wing. His power was erratic, and with his irritability and taste for vengeance... the result was usually destructive. Shaking off the thoughts Cynder tried to turn his attention to the girl again, noting absently that he still didn't know her name, and she intrigued him enough to at least learn that. I would, actually. That was my point. The Hispanic smirked slightly at that, cocking a eyebrow but deciding to reserve his response, she had a tendency to just give him more to work with the longer she talked anyways. Cynder settled on a crooked smile, as if she'd been complementing him rather than the obvious.
Cynder crossed his legs absently, ignoring the pain from his ankle. After discovering that any amount of pills pretty much made him completely numb, he'd been taken off any kind of pain-killer. He'd never been happier, and even after a month of being unable to shift without it hurting, he still wanted nothing to do with them. The hospital had given him his first taste of being helpless, which had been part of the cause for the shattered window. But he knew very well, that he never, ever, wanted to be caught like that again. He could break another leg for all he cared, but being unable to do anything about it, unable to resist. That scared him. I'm from London. Cynder's head snapped in her direction, trying for a moment to figure out what she'd said before he remembered their previous conversation. For once not bothering to even try and think up a insult for later use Cynder simply raised a eyebrow at the accent. It's a lot nicer there than it is here. Cynder almost laughed at that, he knew exactly what she meant.
"I can't exactly say that I miss getting all the minerals in one breathe, but I certainly don't appreciate having to walk so far to get to a town" Cynder deliberately left out the fact that he wasn't even allowed to walk quarter of that length, though with his limp, it was pretty obvious. The Hispanic brushed his hair to the side, appreciating the way it settled across his shoulder, the silky, jagged cut length spanning out. I prefer to refer to it as becoming legal, Cynder laughed quietly at that, the look he gave her kind of like he was reconsidering her. I can make decisions for myself. Don't need anyone ordering me around. Cynder chuckled softly, she could certainly take a insult, he liked that. Fourteen years of people trying to find any angle to get a rise out of him had taught him how to handle any insult you throw at him, which frustrated people to no end, almost as much as his blunt, often cruel honesty did. So you're a niner. His eyes flashed at both her tone and grin, he recognized them all to well.
The thunder elemental chuckled softly, last time the group had walked away with three black eyes, a bloody nose and a limp, and now he had a only semi-controllable electric power to spice it up. "Yep, but careful, last time they didn't exactly come out in a suitable condition." Cynder smirked slightly, the glimmer of humor turning it into more of a joke than a threat, however true it was. Briefly Cynder thought of the Black Belt in a locked metal box under his bed. He'd been in Martial Arts training for as long as he could remember, and it had more than made up for it. Cynder glanced at her again, thinking that he needed to get her name, but he wasn't planning on caving and asking her first. That just wasn't in his nature. |
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Mar 6, 2012 1:06:26 GMT -5
As obvious as Cynder's pain and discomfort might have been to anyone else, Rowena was all but completely oblivious as she continued to entertain her own needs and concerns at the centre of her thoughts. Though still holding conversation with the younger Thunder, Rowena was thinking about how much she wanted a smoke and whether or not she should repaint her nails. She was hungry, maybe she'd go down to the mess hall in a little while. She needed to give her therapist a call. She took notice of a brief flicker in his expression before it calmed itself but did not realise that it had been a flicker of shock, the triggering of a reaction. Instead she merely arched a light blonde eyebrow and shrugged it off internally, not so much as asking about it. Her lack of nosing into the lives of others might have been mistaken for consideration but in reality it was just that she didn't want to know. If she was really curious she'd have asked what the fuck was wrong with him without even stopping to consider how personal it might be. That was just her nature.
"Well it's a good thing you do, then, 'cause I sure don't." There was some truth in the words, though she was mostly messing with him. She found a lot of people attractive for different reasons but she wasn't really in the mood for anything right now and so she felt next to nothing as she looked at the younger Thunder elemental. She could do better and she could do worse but she didn't usually act on impulses as often as her fiery-tempered sister did. She thought about making a negative or insulting comment on his style but decided against it, wanting to see how he'd take her initial comment first. It likely wouldn't be a good idea to have this conversation with a Fire thanks to their violent temperaments and eagerness to fight but neither of them were of that affiliation and she probably wouldn't have felt any fear if they were. Ro tended to underestimate opponents.
Rowena chuckled unsympathetically. "I drive. Certainly sucks to be old like me, doesn't it?" There was also a bus that came periodically to take the younger kids that couldn't drive or get rides from friends up and down the mountain road and into the Hollow. It was every half an hour just like the buses in town and if you missed it, you were pretty much stranded at the Academy until the next one arrived. She didn't like the bus because a lot of the young kids that took it could be stupid and immature, throwing things and causing problems. The older kids were a lot less of a pain unless they were Water or Fire, those of whom seemed to like trouble as much as the younger elementals. Ro didn't have time for them. "The air here's pretty fuckin' clean, I'll give it that," she agreed. The Hollow also didn't have any factories or major plants near it and so it wasn't as polluted as some parts of the country. She liked that. She had enough issues with her lungs thanks to smoking.
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Post by nirvana on Mar 19, 2012 14:32:31 GMT -5
Cynder was almost glad at how oblivious she was, he hated pity more than anything, part of why the nurses had spent the better part of six months avoiding him. They'd made the mistake of showing pity over a broken ankle. And it hadn't exactly been a secret that his uncle had been the one to do it. Well, his uncle and a Rottweiler. The Hispanic pushed those thoughts away, instead flexing his ankle experimentally, as if a few seconds passing would make it different. The shot of pain, though making him wince served the purpose of distracting him. Pain was something he could easily tolerate, it was materialistic, simple, easy to ignore. He was simply the type to not be effected by it, it was his own head that had him trapped, a fact that he'd come to face. But of course, facing it doesn't mean backing down, nothing kept him from a fight. But that fact wasn't exactly a advantage when living in a place like this, the Fire elementals had such a temper that the Hispanic was honestly surprised that he didn't have one trying to kill him yet.
Cynder bit back a quiet laugh at that thought, infuriating, as the teacher's said, was a light way of putting him. From his experience, most people didn't last this long in a conversation with him before deciding that he was to annoying to tolerate. But the Thunder elemental had been far from pleased when someone had lunged for his throat that one time. "Well it's a good thing you do, then, 'cause I sure don't." Cynder laughed quietly at that, the sound almost ringing, like church bells. "I must say the same to you, petunia." The last word was tacked on, almost mischievously, something rather rare coming from him, sardonic was his stronger trait. The Hispanic uncrossed his legs again, matching the restless shift of his eyes. Being the kind of person that went nuts after a day locked inside, six months was enough to make him go stark raving mad. Cynder shook off the thoughts, briefly wondering how he was still sane after all of it, as well as if he even was. "I drive. Certainly sucks to be old like me, doesn't it?"
Cynder tried and failed to stop the automatic shiver that followed that comment, his parents death had messed with him, even if he hadn't even known them. The Thunder elemental took a moment to try and put up his usual, sardonic look, only part-way succeeding.No thanks, I don't like cars. Cynder looked away with that, hoping that she wouldn't bother to ask into it, in his opinion, his past was none of her business. The Hispanic stopped his from clenching as he noticed the rhythmic movement, usually a sign that meant he was about to zap something. And sure enough, electricity was shooting down his fingers, as if vying for his attention. "The air here's pretty fuckin' clean, I'll give it that," Cynder looked back to her, legs recrossing absently, glad for the distraction, the past is usually better left buried. "Certainly unlike most places, though personally, I prefer not having to worry about getting soaked by annoying students."
Most people would find it hard to resist laughing as the Hispanic fumed quietly, that grudge would be a tough one to let go, if he ever did, which was certainly doubtful, water, just wasn't his thing, not with his Aquaphobia. Cynder winced as he noticed that he'd just revealed the unfortunate greeting he'd received, one he was still planning on getting revenge for. It took him a moment to speak, glaring viciously at the floor, as if plotting its demise. "Not a word." He pointed at her as he said the three words between clenched teeth, still staring murderously at the floor. No one could ever say that Cynder D'Angelus took humiliation very well.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Mar 19, 2012 16:02:03 GMT -5
Rowena's bright blue eyes flashed with amusement when he called her petunia, certainly catching on. As she had only been fucking around and not actually serious when she suggested that the names of flowers applied to her were insulting, his ribbing amused more than angered her. There had been a time when she'd been unable to laugh at anything but that time was gone now. She didn't laugh, but the smirk that graced her lips and the glittering of her eyes gave away how entertained she was. Rowena wasn't exactly hard to read—secretive, yes, but easily interpreted by her facial expressions and actions. One could not tell that she was a recovering drug addict or even a model just by looking at her but emotions—fear, anger, sorrow, glee—were easily distinguished. The other boy had a nice laugh, surprising thanks to how sarcastic and irritating he had been a moment ago. It was something Rowena barely noticed, however, for she was absorbed enough in herself that good traits in others were often overlooked. Selfish didn't even do her vanity justice sometimes. Still, she was not incapable of being friendly. A bit self-absorbed, but not totally anti-social.
Noticing the shiver, Rowena directed her attention to the outside weather (which looked fairly warm) and then back to him, cocking an eyebrow. "You cold or something?" She didn't realise that it had been a reaction out of fear and didn't make the connection when she said that he did not like cars. Instead she snorted in mild exasperation. "You aren't one of those 'save the whales' hippies, are you? Bicycles and all that?" Such people exasperated her and it was most common in Earth elementals, though she supposed they had some justification. Something about global warming and the planet dying because of exhaust fumes in cars and then the deal with oil resources. They'd talked about it once in class but she hadn't been paying attention. In fact she'd slept during most of that class. Rowena was trying to keep her marks up but at present she knew she would be absolutely fucked if not for relying on her few class friends to share their notes. It probably wasn't the most moral thing to leech off others but when had she been concerned with morality? Never, and that probably wasn't going to change any time soon.
Rather than laughing at him, Rowena scowled when he mentioned the Waters. Her sister Syria had been the only Water Rowena felt anything positive toward and with the Water triplet dead, she now had nothing stopping her from hating the element and everyone in it. She didn't notice exactly how affected Cynder was until he hissed the words through his teeth, jabbing a finger at her. She arched an eyebrow. "Are you threatening me?" She seemed slightly incredulous. "Don't be bloody stupid, freshman." It wasn't necessarily meant as an insult and she sounded more disbelieving than angry. She truly thought that she could take him on in a match of elemental powers. Softening her attitude a slight bit, she said, "So the Waters are giving you problems?" God, she hated the lot of them. They should fear their Thunder foes, not take advantage of them. It made her even angrier the more she thought about it and the blonde narrowed her eyes in an almost cat-like manner. "Think we should teach those twats a lesson?" She was up for giving the Waters a good zapping any day. "How old were they, d'you think?" As a junior in high school she could only do so much, after all.
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