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Post by ara on Jul 8, 2012 0:25:45 GMT -5
It was such a beautiful day. Sure it was still cold and snowy, but the sky was a beautiful blue and it was sunny instead of the wintertime slate gray of the sky. Araceli had to admit that it was a welcome change, even if it would only last a day or two before the weather warmed up again. She had decided to take advantage of the sun and she dressed in warm clothes as not to freeze in the chilly weather. She wandered out of her dorm room and then around campus happily. She hummed quietly to herself as she walked past the grounds to the lake. She grinned when she reached it her grey eyes staring out over it taking in the beauty of it all. She spun around the beach and giggled. She couldn't wait for the weather to get warmer so she could feel the sand between her toes. As it was now, the sand was mixed with snow so her would freeze her toes off.
She finally calmed herself and walked to the edge of the lake and stood there staring out over it. A chilly breeze rolled by and she shuddered lightly but smiled as the breeze ran through her long brown hair and made it lift and fall with it. She could stand there for a long while if she wanted, though she figured she would stay there for a little then go back to the castle and read a book or find someone to talk to or some such. Or maybe she could spend time in the gardens. Play with the flowers a bit. She could use the practice really. Yes that sounded like a plan, but later. Now she was looking at the lake so practice could wait. Besides. It was the weekend. She didn't have to spend every waking moment on school work. That was suicide. And she preferred to not die of boredom.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 9, 2012 10:53:57 GMT -5
He hated the cold, he really did. There was nothing good about it in his eyes. All it did was chase the verdant greens of the land away and trap it under frozen wasteland for a couple months, not to mention draining his power while it was at it. He wasn't too concerned about the negative affects it had on his fire nowadays, though, because as a college senior Joshua was top dog at the Academy and suffered little threat from anyone. The Waters were the only ones who posed a real challenge and since he was on their side they tended to leave him alone more often than not. He liked that, being left alone. He had friends but that did not mean he was unable to enjoy his solitude when he did get the chance to experience it.
The grounds were as cold and frozen as they had looked from the library window and he made a brief face upon stepping outside, then flicked his wrist and suddenly the cold was gone. He loved heat manipulation, he really, really did. Fire elementals had a natural resistance to the cold but it was made all the better by his control over heat. His body heat automatically adjusted itself to suit the temperature and keep him warm. With that in mind and the bright sunshine filtering down from above, he decided that it was not such a bad day after all. Not the best, no, he much preferred a hot summer afternoon, but certainly better than freezing his ass off, he decided.
He decided to practice with his powers for a little bit before heading to his car and going home. He didn't have much to do today other than study. Quitting his job had turned out to be a wonderful idea—now he had more time than he often knew what to do with instead of feeling stressed out twenty-four seven. He was able to see his friends a little more often, cherish the time with Nell. Practice his powers for an hour or two instead of heading home to shower in preparation for a long shift. The fire responded to him as if he'd never had to learn the ability, like he'd possessed it his entire life. There was an ease to it now that he cherished. He could remember all too well the ninth and tenth grade days of cursing the wind every time his powers would not heed his call. Now the fire danced and played in the air around him like he'd always been able to do this.
Eyeing the lake from a distance off, he decided that he would send his fireball into the water. He wanted to see the brilliant clash of enemy elements and the cloud of steam that would rise in its wake. When he released the burning orb of his element and directed it toward the glassy surface, he blinked when he realised that he had almost hit a girl who was standing by the water. Whoops. He hadn't realised anyone was there, absorbed in his own thoughts as he was. "Sorry about that!" he called, already walking in her direction. "You alright?" He didn't know her nor did he know what element she was in. She looked younger than him but that was the only thing he could glean.
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Post by ara on Jul 28, 2012 3:29:14 GMT -5
Ara was still smiling when the ball of fire whizzed past her head. He felt the heat and hear the crackle and roar off the all too familiar element just before it past and she turned her head and shrieked as it rocketed past her and into the water. Though she paid no mind to that and was more absorbed in freaking out because it had almost hit her and it was fire. The little Earth girl had shrieked in panicked fear and alarm as she fell to the ground, landing on her side with a soft thud and a little grunt. As she fell, and even a few moments after she hit the snowy sand, she saw a few flashes from the house fire that killed her parents and she instantly burst into sobs burying her face in the crook of her arm. At this point she was too frightened to look to see what Fire had attacked her.
'Sorry about that! You alright?
It took Ara a few moments to register that this must be the fire what had nearly hit her with his fire ball. And he was asking if she was alright? She rolled to she as back on her side and she looked up at him as she wiped away her tears, though it was pointless to try and hide them, her eyes filled with tears instantly away. There was no concealing the terror etched into her face. She was scarred for life thanks to that stupid fire from two years ago. Now she was with a fire trying to figure out if he as just messing with her or not.
She brushed a few brunette locks away from her face and tried to nod in response to his question but she stopped and shook her head. As if it weren't already clear she was scared of him. "N-no," she whispered, her Italian accent shining through a bit. "You nearly took my head off." She sniffled a bit trying to figure out the best away she could take to get away. Though at the moment that wasn't looking like an option. She was laying on the sat still so she had to get up and then run... Not to mention he was older than her, she was only a fifteen year old tenth grader. She couldn't fight yet, that wouldn't be until next semester!! As of know she was pretty much stuck on the beach trying not to freak out any more than she already was.
((sorry this took so long for me to reply to x.x))
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 10, 2012 1:50:52 GMT -5
As he hadn't been trying to hit her or indeed aim anywhere near her, being that he hadn't been aware of another's presence, there was a brief flicker of guilt when he saw the fireball come as close as it did. It was fleeting, though, and it vanished as soon as it had arrived. Though he was not so insensitive that he lacked a conscience, Josh wasn't someone who was often plagued by guilt. Unless he upset a friend or caused any physical harm to a stranger it really wasn't something that bothered him often. It didn't hit her, so. That was his justification. The ball of fire might have almost hit the girl, but it hadn't, and that was all that he needed to rid himself of responsibility.
He hadn't been expecting her to fall over and he blinked when she did, caught off guard for a second or two before he resumed his stride and closed the rest of the gap. He didn't consider that she might be afraid of him. He didn't often go about his day considering the various phobias of others and how he might avoid triggering them. It simply wasn't his style.
She was crying, too. This he noticed when he was close enough and it was something that he didn't know how to react to. Tears weren't something that Joshua really did well with. It was worse when it was a friend and he wanted to try and comfort them but it was still unsettling when he didn't know the person who was sobbing. Perhaps he should have felt like it was his fault she was in tears but that was not where his mind went at all. Instead he frowned. "It didn't touch you," he said, shaking his head. Sensitivity was not his forte. "What are you crying about?" That came out a little more blunt than intended but he didn't take it back, nor did he apologise for his tone. Josh didn't do apologies. Besides, no matter how it had sounded, he knew that it was a genuine enough inquiry.
After a moment of deciding, he held out his hand in a silent offer to help her up. It was the only thing he could think to do. His silence was mostly born of uncertainty. When he didn't know what he should be doing, he trusted instinct.
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