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Post by fresh on Sept 4, 2012 16:52:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/uxbU7.png), border: solid #ffffff 10px; width: 700px; height: 500px;] It'd had been quite sometime since the last time he blessed the courtyard with the gift that was his presence. And looking around at all the kids that filled the corridors, sat at the tables, and stood around the fountains looking on to him as if he were some sort of celebrity or something. He could feel their curiosity; it appeared that, even now, after graduating, people still stuck their brown nose all up in his business like it was the latest topic. Not that he cared. Honestly, he didn't give two fucks what they thought about him. Post graduating last semester a new sense of accomplish besieged his very presence; it was almost as if he was something greater than they were, thus the stares and whispers were dismissed with a less than audible scoff as he trudged through the courtyard.
In the one hand he held the Louis Vuitton bag that contained his laptop, in his other hand he firmly held the strap of his knapsack in the palm of his hand. He trudged forth swagliciously, gentle gales of wind whisked against his jean vest, a glint of light refracted off the corner of his black shades. He saw everything. Be that as it may, his disposition remained nonchalant and there was no faltering in his migration from the East wing of the courtyard to the West. Upon making it there he scouted across the green for a table, which he found with little to no effort before he made his way over to the table accordingly and sitting on the edge of the table as his music thumped and boomed through his headphones.
"Ohmygod," the antsy blonde squealed, squirming in her seat as Nikko walked by, the lust in her eyes became obvious to her friends that sat around. "He's so hawt."
"Yeah Chelsea, he's a hottie but haven't you heard? He's like a delinquent who got locked up for using his element to like...hurt people and stuff." Victoria, the brunette sitting on left of Chelsea said, turning a blind eye to Nikko, pursing her lips.
"That's not what I heard," Amanda, the hybrid blonde haired girl, sitting to the front of Chelsea, chimed in eagerly. "At camp, Lauren's friend Tina told Trisha who told Jesse who told Megan that he was like hitman who just went to school here for a cover, or something like that." Gasping in unison they all nodded.
"He so screams modern day James Bond," Victoria admitted loudly--
"Yeah. 00-Hottie." Interjected Chelsea, before laughing obnoxiously with her friends for all of forty-five seconds before her boyfriend walked up after watching her look over at Nikko for all of the conversation she had just had with Amanda and Victoria. The jealousy in his eyes were as apparent as ever, but he managed to hide it as he approached Chelsea.
"So what were you three over here laughing about?" Asked Jake immediately after walking up, sitting at that seat on the right of Chelsea that was always reserves for his appearance. Peaking over to Nikko who was still sitting on the edge of the table across the yard from where they were, he cleared his throat. "Well, what were you over here laughing at?"
"Woah Mr. Jealous boyfriend, me and Amanda were just talking about how badass that Nikko guy over there is with your girlfriend." Smirking her girl-ish, devious smirk, she looked Jake directly in his eyes. Her gaze elegantly shifted over to Nikko then back to Jake.
"What...really?" He grunted, the vein in his forehead throbbing viciously. "He's not all that, just look him, he dresses like a total douche. What's badass about that?" He asked rhetorically.
"Well I heard--"
"What? How he killed people, robbed people, was a 'gangsta', threatened his teachers into passing him without taking the exams...what? All of those things are clearly lies, that guy can probably barely even use his element. Besides us fire elementals are the best on this entire campus, thunder or not, he's not nearly as me or any of us!"
"If you feel that strong about it, go prove it big boy."
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Post by stella on Sept 6, 2012 16:08:11 GMT -5
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Ever since she was little, Stella always felt at home outside, especially in a place with plant life. When she came to the Academy, and after a little bit of exploring, she found the perfect place to try and do some homework: the courtyard. At first she tried the grounds, since she and all of the other Earths absolutely adored the soft grass, the wild flower clumps, the trees and the gardens. She could never ever get over the magnificent gardens filled with bright, exotic flowers. In fact, she would end up in the garden with the flowers rather than trying to do her homework. That is why she went to the next best thing: the courtyard; just enough greenery to satisfy her tastes and not enough to completely distract her. Plus, the tables were a good thing as well.
The blonde sat alone in at a table toward the corner of the courtyard under a big and shady tress with a few books stacked on the table, and one open in front of her. It may still be summer, but Ella needed all the help and practice she could get when it came to anything involving knowledge. She knew she wasn’t smart- her report cards were solid proof. In fact, the highest grade she had ever received on any type of assignment was a B- in first grade when she was dealing with the basic four math functions, adding, subtraction, division and multiplication (the basic 1s, 0s, 5s and 2s).
She was reading an actual science text book she had checked out from the library, just simply reading and trying to connect mitosis and meiosis with her pictures provided. She always did a little better with visuals. In the middle of deciphering a bunch of mumbo jumbo, she was distracted by a figure taking a seat at the table in front of her and the booming and thumps coming from his headphones. Stella’s green eyes flickered up to him, wondering what song he was listening to. From the sounds of it, it certainly wasn’t any Christian music she was accustomed to listening too. Or the pop songs she was starting to develop a liking to. Either way, she looked down immediately and went back to trying to learn some more as soon as she started seeing girls a few tables away look their way.
Stella prayed that they girls weren’t talking about her or making fun of her. Everyone around school knew her as the residential airhead, or The Blonde. She knew people made fun of her, but some of her friends told her they were only jealous of how nice and pretty she was. Unknowingly gullible she accepted that reason and just tried to ignore people when she could tell they were making fun of her. But luckily, after peeking from the top of her book, she looked and saw it was the boy they were talking about.
She breathed a quick sigh of relief, glad that it wasn’t her for a change. But then she became curious about why they would even talk about a peaceful guy like him. He wasn’t even bothering anybody! Clearly distressed, she listened more, hearing a few words like “gangsta”, “kill” and “delinquent”. Someone that peaceful could not be any of that! Stella’s brows furrowed, glancing at the guy and automatically assuming that he was a good, quiet kid that fell victim to notorious, outrageous rumors. But when he spoke, it became quite evident that he had a backbone. The blonde’s head perked up, watching the situation and hoping it was going to just be words thrown around. She couldn’t stand violence.
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Post by fresh on Sept 6, 2012 18:40:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/uxbU7.png), border: solid #ffffff 10px; width: 700px; height: 500px;] Nikko, even though his music was playing loud, could still hear just about everything around him up to a certain proximity, and what he couldn't hear he could see since he was far from blind. In fact, he saw the pissed off hothead as he came up to him; not thinking much of him he kept his cool and fell victim to the melody of his tunes. The sound of the lyrics cascaded through his mind, marinating in his mind in the form of ethereal streaks and abstract vibrations went off in his mind like fireworks. His head slowly nodded to each individual beat as it sounded off. Unfortunately, his ecstasy was about to be short lived as antsy hothead made his way in front of Nikko with a grunt.
Even though he could clearly see the guy, Nikko ignored his presence entirely. He wasn't anyone Nikko knew and the guy didn't even look familiar in the least; to him, it would be a waste of time to acknowledge the guy. Tapping the power button on his iPhone 4S, the black screen lite up and a media player popped up on the green immediately after. Scrolling through a few playlist, he looked through his phone for the next song he wanted to hear as he continued to ignore Jake, whom still stood in front of Nikko.
"Alright, fuck this!" Yelped Jake, stepping forward and pushing Nikko's shoulder causing him to lose his gripping on his iPhone which lead to him dropping it as his headphones were silent and his music began playing out loud. Hard tunes, clearly rasp, anyone who was familiar with rap would recognize the music as a rapper known as Big Sean. Shifting hi gaze down to his phone that lied on the ground he stared at the ground for a moment before looking up at his aggressor.
Turning back over his shoulders he yelled to his table. "See that? I just made him drop him phone and he didn't do anything. Tch. He's not much of a tough guy, is he?" Jake laughed--
His moments were quick, almost blinding, ducking down his fist shot upward into Jake's chin as he turned back around laughing, blue static charges surged around Nikko's fist as he hit the kid sending him into the skin and into the bushes behind him. "What is your problem" he began, his tone calm but his words as deadly as venom.
Stepping back to retrieve his phone, he inspected it thoroughly as soon as he picked it up. From the looks of it there were no scratches or apparent damage was visible. "Ohno, Jake!" the trio screamed from across the courtyard. Momentarily after, a crowd of students made their way around Nikko and the kid Jake yelling "fight fight fight" as Jake and two other dudes made their ways in the makeshift circle and charged at Nikko.
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Post by stella on Sept 11, 2012 7:51:24 GMT -5
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Trying to continue on reading her book from the sidelines of the scene, the blonde couldn’t help but stay glued on the guy in front of her. Stella et out a small sigh and frowned when she saw the guy from across the courtyard approach him. Please no fighting, please… she kept repeating in her mind, as if it would actually help the situation. The guy with the music was doing a very good job of ignoring the angry guy as he stood there, waiting for a response. That was something Stella would do if she was ever in a situation like that, that is, if she wasn’t crying already. She hated making people even the slightest bit upset and mad. If she had made someone mad to the point where the guy Jake was right now, she would be crying and sniffling while attempting to apologize, even if she wasn’t sure of what she did.
The angry guy yelled profanities, and Ella flinched, as if the words themselves carried a hit of his over to her. She absolutely hated cursing and yelling and she was particularly sensitive when it came to them. She felt incredibly bad for the guy he was yelling at because all he did was simply stand and listen to his music. The blonde’s bright green eyes grew wide and she gasped when the quiet guy was pushed, which caused him to drop his iPhone. Now, Stella was airheaded, just about as airheaded as anyone could be, but even she knew what the probably outcome was going to be know that it had turned physical.
Stella shut her book and placed it gently with care onto the top of the stack of books that were placed next to her as the angry guy started boasting to his friends across the courtyard. Ella frowned a bit more, not particularly fond of the guy’s attitude right now. Maybe he just wants attention and this is how he gets it Ella thought, trying to fabricate a false redeeming factor just to comfort herself. But in an instant the quiet guy threw a punch at Jake’s chin. Stella gasped, standing up arubtly and making her way towards the scene, along with the rest of the kids from the courtyard. She was able to see blue charged around the quiet guy’s fist, which made it clear of what element he was in.
Thunders and Earths were enemies so to say. Stella never minded that much because she knew all the elements just misunderstood each other. Thunders could me mean sometimes, but that didn’t mean all of them were bad. In fact, none of them were truly bad. Maybe just always upset. She moved like a graceful snake through the crowd, weaving herself in and out of the small gaps people left. She was thankful for the years of pageants that enabled her to move so air like and for her small size to allow her to squeeze. She emerged into the circle with the two guys in it with her hands up. ”Please stop!” she pleaded in a sugar sweet voice (even though she wasn’t trying to sound nice). She wasn’t in between them yet, so she was able to see the guy who was punched charging at Nikko. Ella was extremely pacifist and wanted to just stop the fight without anyone getting hurt. So she raised her hand toward a crack in the concrete with a weed sticking up from it. As she flipped her palm over to face the sky and lifted it slowly, the weed grew, and as she pointed it away, it rew and twisted away. She was able to grow it just big enough to be able to trap the charging guy’s foot under it and trip him, like a natural trip wire.
”I am so sorry, I hope you are alright.” she ran over, kneeling toward the fallen aggressor. ”But fighting is bad. All it is going to get you both hurt and in trouble. Can we all just…walk away?” she asked, standing up and looking at the quiet guy with bright, pleading green eyes. Doing small stuff like that didn't tire her out as much as it did in 9th grade, but she was no expert yet, so she still felt a little tug of weakness.
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