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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 3, 2012 20:43:19 GMT -5
i created the sound of madness wrote the book on pain------ somehow i'm still here to explain "The fuck are you doing." It was half-sober, stern, seemingly uncaring. Dark eyes met dark eyes, an intense stare that matched the ignition of a flame. Lark narrowed her eyes and watched Frank from the entryway to the hall, remembering how these confrontations always started. Small. Simple. Harmless. Then came the fury. Today, being only half as drunk as usual on a Saturday afternoon, things were not feeling as hostile as normal. Even so Lark was on edge, standing there with the guitar amp in her hand. "I'm going to go play my guitar. Is that a problem?" The girl lifted an eyebrow, trying to sound respectful but failing. Frank's brow creased deeply, leaving a dark ripple of skin in his forehead. It was sad that her father had less control over his temper than she did, and Lark was definitely not free from her outbursts. The man scoffed and leaned back in his chair like some sort of pompous king. "Yeah, it is a problem if you're using that piece of shit to rattle the house." Lark's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as she looked him over; no one insulted a gift, especially a gift from her best friend. That was just as bad as insulting Joshua himself. "It's not a piece of shit. There's only one thing in this house worthy of that title." The girl watched her father for a long moment before setting the amp back down and leaving to her room. Enough was enough for the day.
Quickly, but angrily, Lark grabbed her electric guitar and settled it into its soft black case. She had yet to get a hard case for the electric, so dealt with the soft canvas carrying bag instead. Already dressed, all Lark had to do was grab her phone and ear buds before pushing her way out of the front door. She practically stormed her way to the school, not really paying much heed to the people she passed by on the sidewalk. They gave her startled looks, not quite sure what to make of a young teenage girl stomping down the walkway carelessly with a guitar case slung over their shoulder. If it was manageable, steam would be rolling out of her ears by this point. Lark was fed up with Frank. Sick and tired of the bullshit. Unfortunately her age and lack of job inhibited making any progress towards moving out, and now that the side switch was practically official it would be difficult to stay in the dorms. Not that it was impossible, but she was sure they would not be too keen on a Fire student taking up residence with the Earths. At least, not yet.
Once Lark hit the grounds after her long walk, she felt a bit more at ease. Here, there was no Frank. No arguments. No fights. Even so, Lark was a typical Fire and often times her anger got the best of her. It was proving difficult to settle down immediately after the confrontation with her father. Picking up the pace, the girl strode across the grass, passing by a few stray students along the way. She needed to find a place to sit down and relax. A place to think, to play, to drown out her anger in music. That was probably the safest way for her to cope right now instead of trying to socialize. She really did not want to lash out at anyone today. Finding a spot a fair enough distance away from the other lingering students, Lark pulled out her guitar and took a few moments to tune it. Just settling her fingers on the strings was calming, though her mind was buzzing like a nest of angry wasps. Need to chill... Once her guitar was ready, Lark started to strum. The sound was a bit quieter than that of the acoustic without the amp, but she really wanted to play the electric today. Amp or not, Lark was determined to enjoy her gift. Eventually, a familiar tune formed itself as she played, and began to venture out with "Forget to Remember" by Mudvayne. Lark did not sing very loud, more so a hum in her throat with a few words passing her lips. There had to be a way out of the mess she was in.
the darkest hour never comes in the night you can sleep with a gun------ when you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?
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Post by robbie on Apr 4, 2012 13:37:41 GMT -5
Peace and quite was definitly not something this boy enjoyed. He was social to a fault and constantly felt the need to be talking to somebody about something. It wasn't that he enjoyed bothering people, it was more like he just did it to entertain himself. He was friendly, that was certain, and he was rarely ever without a smile on his face. Maybe unless he was sleeping, in which case he didn't know, because well - he was asleep. Besides that, he was usually always happy about one thing or another. Lately he seemed to be spending more time alone, and he wasn't even sure why. He was a friendly person, at least he thought he was. The thoughts where running through his mind as to why it may be, but he drew a blank. He thought people liked him, and well - frankly he liked everybody. So there was no plausible explanation - at least to him.
Gale decided to try and embrace the peace and quiet to take some time to work on a little bit of homework. He enjoyed spending time outside, and made his way out to the grounds with his text book and a notebook and pencil. That was all he really needed this afternoon, and possibly go for a swim if he felt the urge. While he constantly felt the urge to go swimming, there where other duties he had to apply himself to. Like homework. He was smart, but he was lazy. He hated doing anything that really required him to do much. That included brain power. He preferred to just be socializing. He had a hard time paying attention in classes, because - yes - he was that one kid that never stopped talking. He had earned himself quite a few detentions in the process, too. He wasn't proud of it, but he just couldn't shut up. He had been told before that he talked in his sleep, which he wouldn't doubt. A lot of people did that though, right? He didn't think he was completely abnormal in his need to be talking.
Gale had found a patch of grass on the grounds and settled himself on it, setting his book and notebook out in front of him. He felt like a child sitting criss crossed, but he was comfortable, so that's all that matters. He naturally looked younger than he was, and he knew it was because of his hair. He flipped to the chapter in his book in which he was supposed to be studying, and began to jot down a few notes when somebody stormed by just a few feet from them. Damn. He thought to himself. She looked like she was about to murder somebody. Gale - being the eternally friendly person he was - had an urge to go ask her what was wrong. She went a little ways away from him, and he felt almost like she may not have seen him. Even if she had, maybe she just didn't care. People came out here to be alone though, right? No I have to do this. I won't go talk to her. His focus had already been broken at that point though, and once he heard the faint strum of the guitar and the humming, he knew he had to go talk to her.
He gathered his things, standing up and tucking the books under his arm. He wasn't shy by any means, so approaching a random stranger wasn't knew to him. He didn't recognize her, so he guessed she wasn't in his element - though he didn't know everybody. " Hey. " He started, offering her a smile, and stopping just a few feet from her. " Sorry but I couldn't help but notice the look of rage in your eyes when you walked by. You need to talk? " There was a teasing tone in his voice, but he was serious - well serious as Gale could be. That was really all he wanted was somebody to talk to, and if he got to cheer somebody up in the process, so be it. Without really awaiting an invitation, he sat down a little ways away from her, setting his books in front of him. " Your pretty good. Is that guitar new? It looks new. I like it. What brand is it? " The boy just didn't know when to shut up, and he definatly wasn't going to get his homework done now. " The name's Gale by the way. What's yours? " His eyes searched her, his own holding a genuine sense of curiosity. Oh, he was so friendly it was hard for him to function sometimes.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 4, 2012 20:24:44 GMT -5
i created the sound of madness wrote the book on pain------ somehow i'm still here to explain The longer the music flowed from her fingertips, the more at ease she felt. There was still a roll of fury surging up inside of her, but on the outside her expression became more placid and serene. Lark was never one to attempt to display her emotions, and made an effort to keep them to herself. Lately, she had done well keeping things at bay, but today it was becoming quite the obstacle. Just as the humming died away, replaced with the hum of the strings as they vibrated against the guitar, a voice broke Lark's train of thought. A scowl, one of sheer malice crossed her features as she looked up to find herself face to face with a boy. He did not look familiar, but that was of no concern to her. What was of concern to Lark was why someone took it upon themselves to bother her while she tried playing her music. The poor kid did not even realize what the girl had been through previously, so was unaware of how frustrated she truly was. He walked right into a mine field. "If I wanted to talk, do you think I would be sitting over here by myself playing my guitar?" The words were spat like a snake baring its fangs, ready to strike at its prey. Gale was probably a nice guy, harmless as a fly, but right now to Lark none of this was harmless. She felt under attack by everyone.
Apparently not bothered by her vicious words and malcontent, Gale took it upon himself to sit in her vicinity and try to make conversation. Who the fuck makes conversation after that? Was he really so dense? Lark rolled her eyes and stopped playing the instrument, settling it in her lap as her arms crossed over the strings. Her glare was hard, cold, full of frustration. "You ask too many questions, I think." Was all she said at first, still surveying his face with her dark eyes. The complement was flattering, but at the same time unwarranted. Had he not invaded her space in the first place, then he would have probably allowed the music go unheard. The frown creased her lips--something that did not do well for her pretty face--before she gruffly added, "It's an American Standard Stratocaster. Nothing is ever considered new once it's taken off the shelf." Which was true. The minute you took a car off of the dealership lot it lost value, just as with any other item you buy. It was not this kids' business where she got it from, who she got it from, or when. Had she been in a better mood the information would not seem so important to keep safe, but right now the wall was impenetrable steel. Lark had no intent on relinquishing that guard just yet.
"You're really trying to get under my skin, aren't you?" The question was more of an avoidance to answer his own inquiry, even though her name was not really such a hard answer. "What's my name matter to you anyway? Why don't you go find someone else to bother with your barrage of questions. I find better company with my guitar." Her words were hard and stern, unwavering. Lark wanted to be friendly, to try and be social, but it was proving difficult. She did not do well with people intruding her personal space and asking so many damn questions, especially when she truly wanted to be alone. Lark was not an open book like a lot of her newly allied counterparts, which made things difficult at times, but she was managing quite well. Until today. As though her words whisked him away into another dimension, leaving her alone, she picked up the guitar and began to play again. Maybe if Lark sat there long enough and tuned out Gale, he would give up and find something better to do. On the other hand, she quietly hoped that he wouldn't, because maybe being around someone chatty could drag the girl out of this temperamental slump.
the darkest hour never comes in the night you can sleep with a gun------ when you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?
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Post by robbie on Apr 4, 2012 22:26:21 GMT -5
Gale couldn't take anything seriously. The poor boy thought everything was a joke, and didn't think anybody could seriously be mad at him for well - anything. It wasn't that he was conceited or self righteous but he just saw the world as a happy and upbeat place. His outlook became more like that once his father died. He missed his father more than he thought possible, so being happy all the time kept people from bringing up the topic. Most people who had lived in the area for a while knew he was the son of the fire fighter who had been killed. The thought of it made his stomach burn. I hate fire. He wouldn't admit he was afraid of it, but he hated it with a burning passion. That was what took his father from him. When the girl responded, her words rather harsh - and her tone harsher - her just blinked a few times. " Well I think I'm a better listener than a guitar. "
False. He wasn't a good listener, he was a talker. He would sit and listen to what somebody had to say, all the while biting his tongue to keep himself from speaking. Oh how this boy loved to talk. If he didn't have somebody to talk to he could carry out a conversation with himself. It was almost like some kind of social disease, only instead of being anti social he was way too social. Once he started spewing his stream of questions, he was caught off guard by her first comment. "Sorry." He replied quickly. Why can't you shut up, Harrison? He questioned to himself. It always seemed more affirmative when you used last names. Like it was more stern that way. He didn't like that she was frowning at him. It made him uncomfortable - but he didn't take no for an answer. She didn't want to be bothered? That was just more of a reason for him to try - or so the way he looked at it. "Well I like it. I have a guitar - an accustic. I'm not very good at it though. Maybe if I practiced more I would get better, but I don't spend much time doing it. It's just one of those things, you know? " He caught himself again, he was babbling. She obviously didn't like it. Maybe she wasn't talkative? One of those quiet types that secretly plotted your death all the time. "But you must take good care of it. Because it still looks really nice. " He smiled at her, trying to calm the mood a little bit.
He couldn't help but feel the bit of tension that was there. He ignored it though, as he always did. People where his forte, and he knew she was upset and aggravated, but he didn't think that was his fault. He was determined to make her feel better, absolutely determined. "I uh- No. Actually I'm trying to cheer you up a bit." He said, with a small shrug of his shoulders. He put his arms behind him and leaned back on them, showing he wasn't going to go anywhere. He could take her cruel words and harsh looks - he just wanted to see her smile. Then he would go away. Although, at that point she might not want him too - if a sort of friendship started to form. He thought of everybody as a potential friend. The attitude of this girl though suggested she might be a fire or a thunder - but he didn't dwell on that. "Well, your name does matter. Unless your a secret agent or something, I don't see the problem." A small smirk crossed his features. "Then I guess you will have to kill me if you tell me, yeah?" His eyebrow raised slightly, as she started to play again. "That's okay. I'll just sit here and listen to you play. There isn't anybody else around to bother. Besides, I'm really not this annoying all the time. I promise." He paused for a moment. "I just hate seeing people upset and thought that my beautiful face might make you smile." He smiled brightly at her, even if she wasn't paying attention. Cracking a joke or two, even stupid jokes, couldn't hurt. And if she hit him over the head or jumped on him, then he would leave. But there was no harm being done right now.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 6, 2012 10:28:55 GMT -5
i created the sound of madness wrote the book on pain------ somehow i'm still here to explain "I never said I needed anyone to listen to me," Lark stated dully, just staring at him now. The initial fire was gone, but she was still rather displeased with his presence. What good would he do anyway, when all she heard was 'blah blah blah'? The talkative ones were hardly ever good listeners, especially if they were persistent in sticking around when they were not wanted. Ashton was an exception, though he actually made for a very good listener despite the questions he threw out at her. I asked him to ask me. On the hike, Lark requested that Ashton ask her questions that she could answer so she could become more adept at the whole conversation thing. Today was not really the day to play the conversation game. Oh, how Lark wanted to say 'Apology not accepted' and get up to leave, but the girl was stubborn as a mule. She was there first, and refused to leave. If anyone needed to leave, it was Gale. It was so childish, have the whole 'I was here first!' mentality, but Lark did not really care. It was a fact. "Yeah, whatever," She finally replied to his apology, lifting her shoulders up and dropping them heavily back into place. Lark was definitely not the most social creature, and it was rather obvious. She only hoped that Gale would assume just that and leave it be without asking what was actually bothering her. She most certainly would not answer.
Okay, now Lark was intrigued. The boy plays guitar, but doesn't play it much. How can you own such a magnificent instrument and not play it? That nearly baffled her, forgetting that not everyone has the same passion she does. People can enjoy your passion without actually sharing in it instrumentally. She had a few friends that loved to listen to music and knew the words to every song on the radio, but could not strum a chord to save their lives. "Yeah, well, you can't magically obtain super guitar playing powers." Her voice was gruff, but a lot less intense than it was before. Finding common ground with someone was almost like a sedative. "You're gonna continue to suck at it until you practice." One of Lark's goals was to make a living out of teaching guitar to others, while gathering up a few gigs at the local bars and pubs around the Hollow. No one had expressed interest in the lessons just yet, mostly because she had not offered them, but would soon enough. Lark was just now growing comfortable with playing and singing in front of others; only recently did she attempt to play in the park. It felt good. The girl shrugged yet again, shoulders not rising as high as before. "Thanks I guess. I like to pride myself in my music." It took Lark a moment to steer her gaze towards the guitar, but a gleam of pride was evident in her eyes. She had nothing else to give love to, so why not the next best thing? The guitar never mocked her, hated her, rejected her, and accepted her hand without hesitation.
"Uh huh," Lark lifted her chin a bit, not looking the least bit convinced. However, though it might be a potential lie, the words at least felt good. She would not deny that, at least to herself. "Cheering me up how? I don't see juggling or magic tricks. Until then I will not be satisfied." Her expression was flat and emotionless, but on the inside Lark managed a sort of smile. A half smile that was only formed by her own words. Like Josh, it was easy to tease while appearing completely serious about your statement. Some people hated it, others figured it out. Would Gale actually catch on? Lark scoffed, fighting back a smirk. "I could easily not tell you my name and kill you, yes? It can work either way. Or I don't have to say anything at all." She would never kill anyone of course, though it was a fun threat. Gale seemed intent on staying in her presence, which was incredibly annoying, but in the same token impressed her. What fool would sit there and take her attitude? Gale, obviously. Not many could do that and take it all in stride. Impressed, indeed. "Do whatever the fuck you want man. Just know I'm not liable for any potential bodily injury should you piss me off." So far he had done nothing to piss her off, merely the horribly awful timing. If Lark had come out here in a good mood to play guitar, this meeting would have wound up driving in a more positive direction. She glanced up at him. Beautiful face, huh? Where had she heard that before? "I'm gonna make a wild guess and say you're either Earth or Water."
the darkest hour never comes in the night you can sleep with a gun------ when you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?
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Post by robbie on Apr 19, 2012 16:51:57 GMT -5
Gale was starting to hate the fact that he was too damn friendly to take no for an answer. "You didn't have to." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders, as if what he was saying was no big deal. It was true, usually when people where upset it was good for them to have somebody to vent to. At least, that was how he was. But Gale always was talking, anyways. Whether he was upset or not. It was hard to get this boy upset about anything, to be honest. He wasn't going to blow up on anybody, and his temper was so mild it got him into some trouble sometimes. He wasn't stupid by any means, he was just an easy going person. He didn't see a need to respond to her 'whatever'.
Gale had always been into music. He did start playing the guitar at a young age, he just didn't play it much anymore. When he got the chance to, he picked up the instrument. He didn't think he was any good, while other people had told him he was. He preferred to play his acoustic over his electric , mostly because he found the sound more soothing. He also enjoyed singing, and was rather talented singer, but didn't tell many people. He wouldn't sing in front of somebody unless he felt super comfortable around them. "Well, yeah. I just don't practice all the time." He sighed a little, and leaned back more on his arms. The sun felt good, and was soothing on his skin. It was warm, and Gale liked the heat. Though even in the winter you could find him going for a swim. The boy was addicted to water. "I've been thinking about picking it up again, maybe spending a little more time on it. I'm not terrible, but I taught myself, I never really learned." Again, he played it off like it was no big deal.
Gale thought his plan was working a bit. She didn't seem to be in too much better of a mood, but she was talking more. And she didn't seem too angry. So maybe he was cheering her up? He couldn't really be sure, but she didn't seem too convinced by his comments. "Well, I'm not the best with magic tricks. But I can juggle." He smirked a little, knowing it was a joke, but also figured why not. He pushed himself to stand up, wiping the grass off him, while continuing to listen to her. " I guess you could do that." He started. " But it get's awful boring talking to myself. Also, people look at me like I'm crazy when I do that." He laughed a little, and started looking around, picking up a decent sized rock off the ground. Her comment about bodily injury made him chuckle a little, just loud enough for himself to hear. He figured she was probably a fire or thunder, or a wind with a bad temper. It happened.
"Right, water. Five points to you." He picked up anouther rock, holding one in each hand. "And for you I'm going to guess, Thunder or fire?" He didn't really get along with either of those elements, as one he usually teased, and thunders usually beat him up. But just for cheering her up it was okay. He wasn't a very good juggler, but figured why not? He tossed one of the rocks up in the air, and started juggling them. It was more of a joke, but he had a smile on his face as he looked up at the rocks as the flew skillfully over his head. Only juggling two wasn't anything special, but hey. He glanced down at her for a moment to say something, and lost his concentration, missing both of the rocks, one landing on his foot. "Shit!" He mumbled, hopping on one foot for a moment, but also laughing. "Cheer you up enough?
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 21, 2012 19:36:17 GMT -5
i created the sound of madness wrote the book on pain------ somehow i'm still here to explain All it took was four words to stun Lark into silence, to wipe the look of rage off of her face for at least a moment. She didn't have to. Was it a look? The way she walked? The downward tug of her lips? All of these signs indicated that she was infuriated about something, or at least had a lot on her mind. Gale picked up on the cues and ran with it, something she did not expect. Most people were keen on avoiding run-in's with other people who were angry, simply because it kept life simple. There was no confrontation, or furthering their frustrations, or being a sort of burden. There certainly was no scathing words or rude comments, to be sure. It was difficult for Lark to cope with all of the friendliness these people exhumed, because most of the time they did not have extreme bouts of anger on the other side of their coin. When it came to her own element, you never know when even the smallest thing could set them off. Smile to your face one moment, a burning ball of fury the next. Lark liked what she possessed, but her temper could most certainly hinder a lot of things. Like friendships. "Well, I guess if you wanna get better you best get on that then." She was dedicated to her music like some were dedicated to their love life. It was something she put time and effort into every day, something she truly cared about. In all honesty, it was probably the only thing she could really display affection to without feeling vulnerable.
"Self taught is definitely not as easy as going in for lessons," Lark pointed out with a half shrug. She was still surprised that Gale was sitting here talking to her as though her anger and attitude were nothing to be bothered by, like it was dust in the wind. She never could get a firm grip on people. It was why she avoided being overly social. Too many variables. Lark watched as he stood up, appearing a bit baffled. "Well you best get to entertaining me then, little squire, before I get bored and send you off to the guillotine." Her lips twitched, the faint form of a smirk before it vanished into stoicism once again. It was comments like these that normally set people off (not just in anger, but confusion) but it was like Lark not to care. If they could not handle her sense of humor, well, then it was no skin off her back. She wanted people who took the time to understand her and take her personality in stride without lashing out consistently. The Earths and Waters--mostly the Earths--were good for that. "You make it sound like you aren't crazy," Lark replied, using the anger at her father as a way to make 'aggressive' humor. "You should probably stop talking to yourself, because that could lead to other mental issues. Or make current ones a lot worse. I'd probably think it's the last one." Gale seemed mentally stable; he had not threatened to stab her or started having conversations with invisible people, so there was nothing to be worried about. Yet.
Lark pointed a finger at him when she gathered up her guessing points, still keeping a stiff expression. She was not much of a smiling person when in a state of upset, though around strangers she looked anything but friendly in the first place. Once you approached and began conversation Lark could ease into it well enough, but upon first glance she seemed unapproachable. She nodded a bit. "Yeah. Fire. Recently transferred alliances, so no need to try and glare or douse me with water." She quickly tossed it out there because she knew how loyal elementals reacted to the opposing alliances. If Gale was a die-hard Water, then she was not so sure how she would have been treated had she stayed with the Fires and Thunders. It was then that he started to juggle, though it was only with two rocks. This kid was really striving to put the girl in a good mood, wasn't he? It was amusing, to say the least. Even more so, because a moment later Gale dropped the rock on his foot and began to hop around like a one-legged jack rabbit. Lark cracked a bit of a smile and chuckled, though it appeared to be rather sadistic, and suddenly vanished into a state of seriousness. "Only partially. You need to even it out with the other foot. Then I'll be satisfied. I might even tell you my name."
the darkest hour never comes in the night you can sleep with a gun------ when you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?
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Post by robbie on Apr 26, 2012 23:08:25 GMT -5
Gale could see the look of anger leave her features, at least for a moment. Was it something he had said? Gale was one of those people who where well, a good influence on other people. He was good at being able to make anybody smile. At least for the most part. There where of course those people who where perpetually in a bad mood, and there was nothing he was going to be able to do to change that. This girl though, seemed pretty alright. There was just something bothering her. He was not going to pry to try to get it out of her, but he could still tell there was something there. It was hard not to, when your stormed by like a raging bull to the middle of well, nowhere really. Music was always calming, soothing. He knew that. Music was what he usually turned to when he was angry or upset as well. "Well I guess I should. But for now, maybe I want to hear you play for a while or something. Maybe I can learn a thing or two from the master." He smirked a little bit, but raised an eyebrow at her. He felt like he was making progress here, she already seemed to be a bit... not so ready to kill the next thing that walked by.
"Well I'd have to agree. But I guess I prefer learning on my own." He too, shrugged. It was true. "But maybe I'll check out and see who I can get to give me some lessons." He wouldn't mind taking lessons. In fact, he really enjoyed playing the guitar. He would love to learn to get better. He thought he could be pretty good at it with some practice. He was already pretty decent, the boy was too modest for his own good. He always said he wasn't good at something, when he was usually at least pretty good. He certainly had a lot of room for improvement, but didn't everybody? Dedication was something he knew pretty well. If he committed to something, he was going to stick it out till the end. At least, with most things anyways. Like his school work, he was almost too dedicated to it.
Her reaction to him standing up and offering to entertain was not surprising. When people asked you to entertain them, it was usually an exaggeration. Not for Gale though, at least not this time. If juggling was what she wanted, he would try. Rocks just so happened to be the only thing around that may be worth juggling. He thought it may be possible to harness enough energy to possibly juggle some balls of water, but Rocks took less energy. And everybody knew the boy was lazy. "The guillotine? Yikes. Guess I better be good to please the Queen." He smirked a little, but tried to keep a straight face. He was always joking around. That was the way he liked it though. "If you think I'm crazy, you would hate to meet my other personalities." He was joking of course, he really wasn't split personalities. He also hoped that the look on his face was enough to tell he was joking. "They can be downright nasty" He said with a bit of a sarcastic eye roll. "And that evil twin of mine? Damn. He would make you rethink your definition of crazy." He laughed, and winked at her, before continuing with his act.
Being the water leader, he was painfully dedicated to his element. He had a friend who was a fire, Josh, but Josh was a traitor to his element. Gale was careful not to make friends with the wrong people. Not to say he would be terribly rude to them, but he wasn't going to be super nice to them. In fact, he just tried to avoid them all together. "Ah, well welcome to the dark side." He laughed a little, as it was obvious that - at least to him - she had just come from the dark side. " Hope you like what you see so far. I'm the water leader, y'know." He said, glancing at her. He wasn't saying it as a bragging thing, more so just as a fact. If she was knew to their alliance, she may not have known. "But dousing you with water has nothing to do with your alliance." He said, a small smirk creeping up over his face.
Juggling certainly was not a skill he had practiced much. It was probably obvious by how strange he looked attempting to juggle. Dropping the rock on his foot was the best way to show how rather unskilled he was at juggling. While he knew he wasn't good at her, her laughing and smiling made him smile as well. He dropped the other rock on the ground, and despite her comment, he plopped down criss cross on the ground. "Well, despite how much I want to know your name, I also need to be able to run away should you decide to kill me or transform into a rabid werewolf or something. So I should at least leave one foot able to be ran on, right?" It was obviously a joke, but he really didnt want to drop another rock on his foot. "So how about your tell me your name, and we can add five more points to your total?" He smiled brightly at her, raising an eyebrow up.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 28, 2012 23:44:26 GMT -5
i created the sound of madness wrote the book on pain------ somehow i'm still here to explain Lark smirked, liking the 'master' complement. She was arrogant with the things she knew how to do, and had a great amount of confidence in it. She was by no means a master--even she knew that--but that did not mean the first thought that came to mind was Just watch and learn, then. Lark was not confident with people, or physical contact, or constantly controlling her temper (like today), but music was a solid constant in her life and if that was all she could be confident in, she was going to let it burst from within like ruptured volcano. "I like learning on my own too," She agreed, picking up the guitar and strumming it again. "I don't do well with having people tell me what to do, and besides the self-taught experience is really rewarding." To figure out a song on your own felt more of an accomplishment than having someone else give you everything you needed to reach that point. You could tell someone 'yeah I took lessons' and get a good response if you're good at playing, but to be a good player and tell someone that you taught yourself? Normally people are more impressed. It saves you money on lessons, but it's most certainly harder. As though fate was offering Lark multiple opportunities, she grew silently excited when he mentioned finding lessons.
"I don't mind teaching," Lark offered, acting nonchalant about the ordeal despite how eager she felt at the prospect of teaching someone. She already had Ashton in line for lessons, so another person would give her a good reputation. "Actually I decided a while back that I'm offering up lessons and stuff for free to other students, for a sort of...reputation slash resume build-up type thing." Now, the only students who received the benefit would be those of her own alliance. Earths and Waters only. Even if her career path led her down a more solid teaching job, these made for great references down the road. Hands on experience was the only way to go for her. As Lark started to play a little more, finding a sense of emotional balance, she glanced up to see he was still juggling the rocks in his hands. It was not all that spectacular really, but the fact that he actually did it was surprising. Why would a stranger go completely out of their way to do something like that? It made no sense. Lark would have watched the other person storm by with a raised eyebrow and done nothing more afterwards. She never really concerned herself much with people she did not know. "So you are psychotic," Lark pointed out with a smirk, clearly pleased that he was running with her personality so well. She liked when people could handle who she was without flinching or turning heel. "But that's okay. Since when is 'normal' ever any fun? I'm sure you enjoy having conversations with yourself and blaming your evil twin for all the bad shit you do."
Being on the other side of the alliances was...new. It took a lot of adjusting, but so far things seemed to be going smoothly enough considering her element. Waters would be Waters and take that liberty to pull pranks on other people--same element or not--but even so she did not appreciate having someone busting the pipes in the bathroom (thank you, Elliot) or doing dive-bomb water balloons from the second story windows. So far Gale had not attempted anything, which was probably the best for both of them. "I've never been a fan of the light anyway." She replied, shrugging as though the conversation was completely serious. In all truth she loved the sun and the warmth it had to offer, though the night time was good too so long as it wasn't cold. Lark blinked and glanced up at him, eyebrow cocked. "Well well well, look who hit the big time," The girl teased with a glint of humor in her dark eyes. "I bow to your sheer awesomeness." Of course this 'bow' was merely a drop of the chin with a sarcastic eye roll tacked at the end. It was probably stereotypical, but she had half expected the Water leader himself to make some sort of comment on her switch, or her element. Nothing came, and it surprised her. Not everyone was the same of course and Lark partially shamed herself for making the assumption, but could it really be helped? Everyone placed a label on her, she was sure. Lark considered the offer for a moment. "Hmm...turn into rabid werewolf, or take the points..." After a second or two of silence, she shrugged and glanced up at him. "Since it's not the full moon I can't do the first. And I like points. So the name is Lark. Just know that I'll probably have to kill you now."
the darkest hour never comes in the night you can sleep with a gun------ when you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?
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Post by robbie on May 5, 2012 0:35:12 GMT -5
Gale didn't consider himself to be real great at anything. That and well, he was just modest. He could act arrogant but he was always playing. He was confident in himself with certain things. Like his humor, but that was about it. Life was one big joke, and he knew he could make people laugh. Not once did he doubt his ability to do that. People skills where something he had down pat. He was intellegent also, and did well in school. That was something else he was confident in. He actually had quite a few skills, he just didn't brag about them. Not too often anyways. He did like to talk, and when the conversation turned on himself, sometimes he couldn't stop. "I agree. Then you can tell people that you taught yourself. And when your as good as you are, that's really something to brag about." He smiled and nodded a little. "Plus, I'm used to telling people what to do." He said, smiling. It was a joke, but at the same time, mostly true, Since he was the leader and what not,.
Gale listened, and raised an eyebrow at her as she mentioned teaching. "Is that so?" He replied, a small smile coming over his features. While he was into the whole self taught thing, taking some free lessons wouldn't be all bad either. Es-specially from somebody who seemed to know what she was doing. "Think I may have to take you up on that offer then. I'm a fast learner, so I shouldn't be too awful." He chuckled a little, and shook his head. He wasn't really a beginner at guitar either, though he just wasn't fantastic. He laughed at her next comment. "Yes, yes I am. Guilty as charged." He said, throwing his hands up with a small smirk. "Yeah, I really have the best conversations. I'm pretty entertaining." He said with a small shrug. "And as for my evil twin? Yeah, he's a real bad ass. He makes me look like a saint." He was obviously joking, but he liked that she was running with his jokes. It made joking around that much more fun.
Gale loved to pull pranks, so naturally, he was considering which kind of pranks to pull on this girl. He didn't just do pranks to people he didn't like, it was almost like an initiation. Plus, if she was new to the alliance, maybe she needed it. Unless somebody had already got her, of course. Pranks where fun. His element was notorious for them. It was a pain in the ass cleaning up after them in the common rooms though. But as the leader, that was his job, so he did it with a smile and without complaining. He hadn't yet became quite confident enough in confronting people about things like that. He smirked and dramatically made a motion as if he was popping out his collar. " Yeah I am pretty fantastic, aren't I?" He smirked a little, obviously kidding. Gale wasn't going to judge her about her switching sides. She had done it for a reason, right? "Well, Lark. It's my pleasure. And I think I'll take that risk." He teased. "Just remind me to stay away from you during full moons." He said, raising an eyebrow a bit. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what made you want to join our side then, eh?" It was an innocent question. If she didn't want to tell him, he wasn't going to pry. But the traitors all seemed to be coming from Fire, anyways.
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