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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on May 10, 2012 7:21:02 GMT -5
Joshua loved the library, he really did, but there were certain times of the year when it became an absolutely unbearable place. Like now. With final exams fast-approaching, even the slackers of the Academy had finally been shoved into a last-minute study marathon. Josh, who started studying the moment he learned things to study, was well-prepared enough that he didn't need to feel the overwhelming anxiety. That wasn't to say he disapproved of their desperation or that he felt himself superior, it was the fact that most of them only "studied" that bothered him. And by "studied", that meant they spent the majority of their time chatting in groups of their friends and completely ignoring the coursework. He was not the only one getting irritated by this, for he heard a Fire elemental nearby muttering an insult under his breath. There was a moment where Joshua almost laughed, agreed with him, but then he remembered the alliances and turned his own attention back to his book. He wasn't even here to study that afternoon, he was merely reading a good book and did not want to head all the way home to do so. It wasn't that far but he had a class in another hour or so and so to head home and hang around the mansion for only fifteen minutes seemed like a ridiculous idea.
An irritated huff from behind him preceded the tell-tale thump of a closing textbook and the Fire elemental he'd previously considered talking to stood up. "Fuck this shit," the other boy muttered, and Josh couldn't agree more. They seemed to have picked a bad place to sit, with two of the "studying" groups nearby. He supposed there were quieter places filled with the people who were here for all the right reasons but those places would have long since filled. His fellow Fire caught Joshua's gaze for a moment and the brown eyes narrowed in irritated suspicion. "What do you want, Dale?" In high school he would have taken this like bait, snapped, started a fight. It wasn't worth it now, though, especially since he really was not in the mood for confrontation. "Nothing." The other graduate seemed to contemplate saying something further, looking almost contemptuous as he stood there, then must have decided he was similarly disinterested and left the library. Joshua waited several minutes, during which he tried and failed to focus on the reading, and then decided that (no matter how much of an ass he might be) his fellow elemental had the right idea. He'd go find somewhere else to read.
He was contemplating an empty classroom until his stomach growled and suggested that he head down to the first floor instead. He had to push open the heavy double-doors leading into the mess hall, for they were only propped open during the few hours in which the students had their respective lunches. Seeing as it was not such a time, there were only a few other students scattered around the hall. This suited him just fine and he grabbed a bagel and a bottle of water before finding his own table to sit down at. He sat in the same place he usually did with Nell and company during lunch, more out of habit than anything else. There were plenty of empty tables but this was the place he always sat and so it brought with it a sense of familiarity. He decided to finish eating before he picked the book back up, not wanting to get crumbs between the pages (it was a serious pet peeve of his) and so he spent that time glancing around at the other occupants of the hall. He could see a group of friends gathered around a laptop and laughing, perhaps stalking people on Facebook or watching YouTube videos, another girl reading as he was, a few people eating. He did not know what elements they all were in (he thought the book-reader might be an Earth) but none of them were bothering him, so he left them alone.
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Post by brielle on May 10, 2012 22:15:30 GMT -5
Brielle hadn't been having the greatest of days. First, she'd gotten in trouble for starting a fight with some sissy ass freshman that had gotten in her way as she'd been trying to walk down the hall. He was walking too slow for her tastes and she'd simply shoved him out of the way, sending him and his books flying then laughed and called him a rather nasty name. Nothing wrong with that, right? He was a water elemental after all and Brielle harbored a rather severe dislike for them, beyond what other fire and thunders did. They pulled pranks that pissed her off and more often than not made her look stupid. To say she didn't like that was an understatement. But apparantly, the teacher that had caught her didn't follow her line of thinking. Then she'd gotten a call from her trainer at the gym saying he wasn't going to be there tonight and they wouldn't be able to train. She told him that he was going to be held responsible when she kicked someone's unfortunate ass for not being able to work off her pent up aggression on dummies and punching bags. Those were the two big things that had put a dark stain on her day and they were still tainting her mood hours later. Anyone who said Brielle was one who got over things quickly was a big fat liar. Somewhat more forcefully than neccessary, she shoved open the huge double doors that led into the mess hall, aiming to get a snack to fuel back up before she went to terrorize more freshmen and even upperclassmen. There was no one who was too good to not be picked on by Brielle Asper. No one. And she was in the mood to make someone cry. Her heels clicked out a staccato rhythm as she walked briskly toward the snack table to grab a chocolate muffin. Slowly peeling off the wrapper, she turned to survey the rest of the room, her bored green eyes passing over everyone there. The group giggling over some stupid video (or so she assumed), a few others stuffing their faces, and some girl reading. Well. How bor- Well then. This just got more interesting. A slow, devious grin spread over her face as her eyes landed upon the one person who actually might brighten up her day. Well, in terms of maybe getting a good argument out of him. At a leisurely pace, she headed over to him, still peeling the paper off her muffin. She sat across the table from Josh without even asking (typical Brielle style) and kicked her feet up on top of the table, crossing her ankles in a relaxed fashion. Sitting back in her chair, she took a bite of her muffin, watching him with a slightly amused gaze, a little smirk upon her lips, not saying anything for almost a full, very awkward minute. Slowly, very slowly, she swallowed, never taking her eyes off of him. Finally she spoke, her tone sarcastic and dry. "How lovely to see you here. How has your day been so far?"OOC: It might take me a few posts to get the feel of her. Sorry this sucks!
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on May 11, 2012 11:58:41 GMT -5
Joshua chewed thoughtfully on the last bite of the bagel, chasing it down with water and trying to decide whether or not he had liked it. Considering he'd grown up in a mansion and his parents had a personal chef who would cook anything that the family wanted, he did tend to be a little picky. He was also vegetarian but bagels didn't affect that much. Eh, it was okay. Not too good, not too bad. It was food and it had quietened his growling stomach which had been the main reason he'd wanted it. When he got home he could look forward to a meal with much better quality. Maybe he'd ask Nell if she was in the mood to cook because his fiancée was far better with the art of food than he was. Maybe it was her passion for it, similar to the fact that he was quite good at making brownies, cupcakes, real cakes, anything sweet and sugary.
His train of thought was derailed when movement near his table caught his attention, sharp gray eyes coming to rest on an unfortunately familiar figure. Great. The thought was sarcastic and a frown played faintly across his lips, almost invisible. He looked more neutral than annoyed but there was a wariness to his gaze nevertheless. Joshua did not fear the much younger Thunder elemental, he had no reason to, but she was still the enemy and to completely underestimate her intentions would be foolish. He was used to dealing with Fires, after all, and they usually hunted in packs. Where there was one, three others weren't far behind. Thankfully Thunders were much different to their hot-headed allies but it had still built up a caution in him. No longer was he on the side where the odds were completely in his favour.
"Ah, if it isn't Brielle, exactly the person I wanted to see." She propped her feet up onto the table and his thoughts went to his mother for a bizarre second, how she'd always scolded him if he put his feet on the coffee table or slid down the staircase banisters. Typical teenage things that parents couldn't stand. Donovan was much less likely to nitpick. Sometimes he missed living with his parents and all the antics but then he remembered the arguments and decided that, hey, independence was totally fine. Pushing the random thought aside (it had no relevance whatsoever) he raised an eyebrow at her words. So we're going to play this game, are we? Two could indeed play at it. More like the last person on Earth he'd rather be dealing with right now. Well, no, that was a little harsh. He had worse enemies, real enemies, but it didn't make him dislike her any less.
His day had been average, nothing special apart from his growing irritation at the people who'd invaded his space at the library. He wasn't going to go for the directly honest approach, though, he was going to jump right into the game she wanted to play. "Oh, it's been absolutely wonderful," he shot back smoothly, lips curving into a smile that looked cold and not at all friendly. He wasn't good at looking overly friendly even when he was in a good mood so it wasn't surprising that 'faking it' wasn't that easy. "It would be my luck that you dropped by to make it even better, wouldn't it? You're so kind." He hated her, really. He didn't like most of the Thunders and Fires but there were some, like Brielle, whom he had a direct dislike toward. "How has your day been, hm? Must be pretty boring if hanging around me is your best option." It might have sounded like he was insulting himself in the tone he'd used but really he was directing it at her. Get a life and leave me alone, why don't you? But why say that when there was so much more he could do first?
[It's fine, no worries!]
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