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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 13, 2012 2:14:15 GMT -5
A WARNING TO THE PEOPLE
THE GOOD AND THE EVIL
Kennedy chewed absently on the end of her pen, though the habit was something that she should kick. It wasn't extremely appealing and it left a lot of her writing utensils unable to function to their full ability. Musing was an activity that she was often found stuck in, especially because the school year was wrapping up. She would soon have an entire month with nothing to do but read and write. She might even have a bit of free time for socialization, if she ever wanted to extend her reaches to some of the other Elementals she had the pleasure of meeting.
Today, her mission was simple. Climb to the top of the bell-tower. Once there, she was going to sit in one of the windows and prop up her sketch book against her knees. Kennedy even created a playlist on her iPod to zone out too while she sketched, wrote, and composed something beautiful. At least, that was what she was hoping for.
Never mind the homework that was setting inside her dorm, she could finish it in a few minutes that was for sure. Her legs had started aching, running didn't really get you in shape for loads of stairs apparently, when she finally saw the relief at the top of the steps. Kennedy gave a sigh of relief, a bright smile flickering on her face before it turned back to her soft look of scrutinizing that she normally wore. She pulled her shoulder bag around in front of her, riffling through her papers and her pens and pencils. Finally, she pulled out her small iPod and headphones.
Plugging in her headphones, she pressed play as she settled into her seat against the window and pulled the rest of her materials onto her lap. It wasn't too long before she managed to drift off into no-man's land. Kennedy was at peace, something that would rarely happen unless she was absolutely alone. She glanced between the outdoors, the light frost against the ground and spotting the further hills, and then her slowly forming art piece. Throughout the landscape, she hid lyrics and poems, trying to create even more emotions through the image. Most people didn't know her to be artistic. Then again, most people didn't know her at all.
Suddenly, she heard something clicking outside of her music. She blinked, coming out of her reverie, to the sound of somebody ascending the tower. Quickly, she started shoving her sketchbook into her messenger bag just as somebody came up onto her level. "Can I help you?" she asked briskly, hoping to scare the person into submission and to leave immediately, pulling a headphone out of the ear closest to the person, giving a challenging glare towards the person.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 13, 2012 22:27:56 GMT -5
Another afternoon, another detention. There he sat, his legs sprawled out beneath the desk, eyes closed and chin tucked against his chest as though he were sleeping peacefully. Oh he was wide awake; he simply liked to appear disinterested to frustrate whichever poor soul had the duty of caring for the juvenile delinquents who did not turn in their homework or disrupted class by passing notes or being loud. Adam always managed to piss someone off, and his teachers were no exception. His foot tapped impatiently against the tile floor, nearly matching the silent rhythm of the clock above his head.
As he sat there giving off the impression of one sleeping, his mind was buzzing about in several different directions. Homework that needed to be done, friends to potentially hang out with, a mother and brother looking forward to seeing him for dinner that evening. He lived in the dorms now, but Molly enjoyed seeing him home every once in a while. Adam would do just about anything to please his mother, if he could. His friend nudged him, hard, in the side and nearly jolted him out of his seat. "What the fuck, man? I wasn't actually sleeping." His eyes had started to grow heavy with sleep about two or three minutes before but that was beside the point. His friend passed him a long glance. "Was just gonna ask if you had done any of your literature homework yet." Adam inwardly flinched and realized that his assignment was due tomorrow and he had not even started practicing his presentation. He shrugged. "Some of it," Adam lied effortlessly, grappling for his bookbag as he took notice of the clock. "I'm gonna be finishing it up after this damn bell rings." Detention always managed to take forever and a day, as though time dragged it out for the sole purpose of driving him mad.
Three. Two. One.
The bell rang loud and clear, signaling the end of his torturous hour in that jail cell they called a classroom. With a smile and a few laughs, Adam exchanged conversation with his friend until he neared the bell tower. Whenever a speech needed to be rehearsed or he felt like delving into a few sonnets of Shakespeare without curious eyes, he stole away to a place where few people visited. After bidding the other boy farewell, the Fire hoisted his backpack higher on his back before making the trip up the stairs. As young and fit as he was, it was damn near impossible to not try and catch your breath at the top. He hardly had a chance to lean against the wall before a voice caught him off guard, nearly sending him down the stairs rear end first. "Holy hell," Adam breathed, sounding more tired than startled before straightening up and entering the room. There was a smirk twitching on his lips. "What, did I catch you doing something you shouldn't? You picked a horrible place to try and do shit behind people's backs you know." He did not know what she was up to, merely joking and ignoring the fact that she was glaring. Adam was not easily intimidated; normally he was the one with the deep scowl on his face. Right now, he was in a decent mood. "You do realize that this isn't your secret hideaway, right? I can be here if I want."
Without even waiting for her to offer up an invitation or any possible verbal threats, Adam tossed his backpack on the other side of the room and wandered towards it before flopping down on the ground. It was not comfortable but oh well. "Now another question. What are you doing up here?" Adam watched her, dark eyes trying to sort out if he knew her or not. She did not seem very familiar. He briefly wondered if she was Water or Earth.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 13, 2012 23:10:24 GMT -5
A WARNING TO THE PHOPHET
THE LIAR AND THE HONEST
Her gaze had focused on a young man, probably a year younger than her if at all, who was huffing a bit as she had once she made it to the top of the steps. She allowed herself briefly to acknowledge that he was, indeed, one of the boys who would be labeled "hot" or "cute" by anybody that was not Kennedy. As it was, she didn't allow herself to admit anything else had crossed her mind except for the fact that somebody had interrupted her quiet evening on the bell tower and somebody was going to have pay.
Kenny noticed with amusement that she had caught him slightly off guard, "holy hell", which made a flicker of a smirk dance across her features. She noticed that his face was starting to make her expression and her face automatically switched to stoic, though she was still glaring without mercy. The boy smoothly asked if he had caught he doing something wrong, explaining to her, as if she were a child, that this was a public location and she honestly couldn't keep him from coming up here.
With that, he took a seat and she shifted in her position against the window seat, swinging her legs off the edge so that she could face him, the movement graceful. Whoever this boy was, he definitely was somebody she was likely allied with. He had far too much spunk to be either a Water or an Earth, which made her a bit disappointed. And here she was thinking she'd get a few punches in or a short charge and not be blamed to severely.
"Now another question. What are you doing up here?"
Kennedy gave a charming smile, crossing her ankles and clasping her hands briefly. "Oh, you know," she said easily, though her voice was almost double edged, like she was forcing herself to be nice. "Trying to get away from bumbling idiots who don't seem to know the definition of respect." The Thunder girl tilted her head slightly, her glare finding its place back on her face. "While I know it is not within my complete power to make you leave," she trailed off, giving a shake of her head. "'Walk softly and carry a big stick' right?" she paused for a moment before arching a brow. "So what brings you here?"
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 14, 2012 17:43:46 GMT -5
Adam had yet to figure out who she was, watching as she swung her legs over and turned to face him. She was pretty, he'd give her that much. Then again the boy usually found most females attractive and would more than likely comment on it at some point. For now he busied his mind with ways to study his presentation; with someone else up here it would be difficult to enjoy solitary practice. As he pulled out one of his notebooks, he tuned in to what she was saying without even looking up.
"Looks like you managed to escape them well enough," Adam replied without a hitch, fingers flipping through the pages to find what it was he was looking for. Was she aiming her comment at him? Yeah, but he did not particularly care. He didn't think he was an idiot, nor did he think he was disrespecting anyone by being in a public place to do school work. His anger did not always sort through these things though; some situations that set him off would not normally upset others. It was unpredictable. He finally looked up at the girl and twitched an eyebrow upward. "Well, at least you know that much. This is where I planned on spending my afternoon so that's what I'm gonna do." He was stubborn, and hardly ever listened to others. It could potentially be considered a problem but he did not care.
That was a phrase Adam had not heard in a while and emitted a half scoff, half laugh in amusement. Adam? Walk softly? He enjoyed having people know he existed and usually initiated his confrontations with others. At her question, the Fire lifted his notebook and waggled it around as though his coming here should have been painfully obvious before setting it down in his lap. "Homework. Got a presentation in English class due tomorrow that I gotta finish. Teachers love thinking that you want to spend every waking moment doing shit for them." Well, more like start his presentation, but she did not need to know every little detail. It wasn't her business anyway, he thought. "So if you're done snarking answers and I was gracious enough to give you a real one, what are you actually doing up here?" He was going to pry because...well, he felt like it. He never did understand why people avoided answering questions but felt the need to ask the same of others.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 18, 2012 14:20:59 GMT -5
WHAT IF I WANTED TO BREAK
LAUGH IT ALL OFF IN YOUR FACE Kennedy observed him, her gaze cool and calculating. He bantered her responses away easily, which made her settle on the fact that he had to be a Fire or a Thunder. What would her parents think if they found out how rude she was being towards her own alliance? They probably wouldn't make a mention towards it, but Kennedy was sure their disapproving glances would hide how they really felt about her attitude of late.
He pulled out a notebook, flipping through the pages. She doubted that he had come up here to draw as well, rather he had some sort of assignment that he wanted to do. Well enough. He responded that he had planned on spending his afternoon at the top of the Bell Tower, "seriously? my luck just sucks on finding secluded places?" and that was what he was going to do.
The boy laughed slightly at her comment, waving the notebook at her and explaining that he needed to do homework. She gave a half-smirk in return as he asked her what she was doing up here, implying that she was being snarky. Kennedy couldn't help it, she gave a slight laugh. She hadn't been called that in a while.
"Homework as well," she replied, settling back against the frameworks of glass behind her. Kennedy grabbed another notebook from her bag, neatly labelled "SCIENCE", and placed it on her lap. She realized that she currently lacked the ability to truly insult the boy, she she decided instead that she could at least try to be pleasant. She pulled out a pencil, opened easily to a page, before settling the tip on the page. "Grade and Element?" she asked easily, not looking up from her page as she started sketching out her diagrams to illustrate Darwin's Theory of Evolution. If he wasn't going to leave, she might as well try to be pleasant towards him. It would just make them both angry.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 19, 2012 22:03:02 GMT -5
Even though he had planned to be up here by himself, he was not going to let this girl's presence bother him all that much. As Adam said before...it was a public place and thus people could be anywhere they wanted. Besides, he was a social person and liked having people around him, even if the other person was not all that pleased with his existence. He nodded. "Yeah, I figured as much." Adam was not even aware that she had intended to draw. He was not that much in tune with others. He did notice that her notebook said 'science' on it. "I'm glad I don't have to deal with science homework today," Adam mentioned aloud for the sake of conversation. Or procrastination. Either one. "Definitely not my favorite subject." He preferred the arts, like English and Drama, though neither of them he admitted to liking aloud to anyone.
"Ninth grade Fire," He said simply. To him, stating his element was really of no consequence. If she were an enemy then so be it; if a fight broke out he was not afraid to throw it down. His element might not be of any help right now but the boy was wiry and knew how to hold his own. Against a Water...maybe not. He shuddered at the memories. "What're you? And I'm Adam by the way." Adam never met a stranger.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 20, 2012 20:00:59 GMT -5
WHAT IF I WANTED TO FIGHT
BEG FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE "... the birds with the right beak could crack open the shells of the nuts they needed to eat to survive..." she recited in her head, hardly catching the boy's words before she glanced up. Kennedy refrained from sending a snark remark about how he didn't look like the type of person who liked any type of school. If she couldn't pretend to be nice towards him, she'd never be able to truly get anywhere in life! It was all about who you knew or what you knew, after all.
"... the species would then either be forced to adapt, evolve through generations, or die out. For survival, change is key."
Whether Darwin was just observing birds or predicting the socialistic society that they lived in how, he did have a way with words. If Kennedy couldn't adapt, she could hardly evolve herself!, then she would crash and burn, especially in high school. The boy introduced himself as Adam, a ninth grade fire. Kennedy gave a smirk, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Kennedy Beaufort. Tenth grade Thunder." She was equally pleased and disappointed that Adam was both a Fire and younger than her. The young Thunder saw it as a positive, seeing as he was an ally and she had the age advantage. On the contrary, it would have been interesting to see the turn out should he have been opposite of what he was.
Without recalling why she would offer it, she opened her mouth and asked Adam a question. "If you need any help, feel free to ask." The words slipped out of her mouth before she could process them, but she kept her appearance calm and collected, trying to make it appear that she would actually want to help him. She enjoyed English and she was a bit of a nerd, so she guessed offering him assistance was just built into her system.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 20, 2012 23:27:48 GMT -5
Even though Adam understood that the bell tower was a public place--he had said so himself--he wished that the girl had not been up here. Adam liked to practice his sonnets and literary homework by reciting them, and often times he became so caught up that it became painfully obvious he had an affinity for Shakespeare and English literature in general. The girl was incredibly quiet, he noticed, which was hard for him considering how talkative he was. So many conversations he could start, but at the same time he felt that none of them would really go anywhere.
He smirked back when she gave him a grade, element and even graced his ears with a name. "Nice to meet ya, Kennedy Beaufort, tenth grade Thunder. That's a long ass name but I can roll with it." He joked with a wink, not even refraining from laughing at his own response. Was it flirting? In some strange way, yes. At least the lack of conversation was probably more due to Kennedy's element than anything else. It was still a pain in the ass, though, and his mind struggled to come up with something that would actually make for something more interesting than age, sex, location.
Kennedy offered to answer any questions Adam had, and the boy could only stare at her for a moment before managing any sort of response. "What, you some sort of English guru now?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I think I can manage just fine. It's just a presentation, no big deal." He should have said thanks or some sort of mention of appreciation for her offer but that was not always easy to swallow. Adam hated accepting help from people, even when he needed it most. At least he had a knack for literature, otherwise he probably would be screwed. Kennedy did not know him from any other stranger so his turning her down could potentially be a bad thing. "I was going to ask about science homework but I forgot you're a grade above me." Damn it all, too. He could not remember if there was any assignment due tomorrow.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 21, 2012 1:08:24 GMT -5
COME BREAK ME DOWN
BURY ME, BURY ME
Kennedy figured this boy was either used to being one-on-one with people or just could not remain silent. Then again, he was a Fire. Not quite as bubbly and hyper as the Waters, but they definitely could talk up a storm if you let them. Personally, Kennedy couldn't really stand them at all. Sure, it was sort of awkward sitting in silence with somebody for too long, but it never bothered her. She could sit across from somebody for hours on end and not be perturbed by the fact they hadn't said a word to each other.
As he acknowledge that he understood her name, poking a bit of fun at her fluid response. She almost missed his wink and she bit her bottom lip, trying to not allow herself to fluster. Kennedy wasn't the type of person that boys flirted with. Not only was she aggressive, but she was a nerd as well. Like somebody basically put a neon sign above her head that said even if she was attractive, you probably wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with her unless you were also a nerd or very aggressive. At least, that was how she felt most of the time.
"What, you some sort of English guru now?"
Kennedy refrained from giving a snicker at his response but she couldn't help herself. "Your loss," she said easily, giving a bright smile. When he continued, saying that he was going to ask about his science homework but she was a grade up, she probably couldn't help. "I actually might be able to help you," Kennedy said, her voice even as she flipped through her notebook and pulled out a piece of paper. It had some diagrams drawn on it and a piece of notebook paper was stapled to it. At the top of the page "Adam Rizzo" was scribbled.
"I found this on my desk when I went into class," Kennedy said brightly, though she held the paper a bit beyond herself, as if challenging him to try and take it from her. Just because she was going to be nice doesn't mean that she was going to just give him what he wanted. Oh no, she was going to be a bit more difficult.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 23, 2012 20:30:39 GMT -5
Adam definitely took notice of Kennedy biting her lip and his smile only increased; he hardly ever got that sort of response from anyone when he winked or made complements or flirted (despite what he loved to tell others) and it made him feel good to see someone respond that way. Then again, it could have been for a different reason that he was unsure of so for now he let it slide. He had a large ego and did not want to deflate it by thinking too much.
"My loss? Please." He replied, rolling his eyes dramatically and huffing indignantly. He liked to think he had a handle on everything in his life, academics included. Asking for help always seemed beyond his capabilities. One day it could cause serious problems. Her comment about helping him actually peaked his interest, considering they were talking about science class and they did not have class together. What did she mean by that? Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, she answered him by yanking out a piece of paper with his name scribbled on the top. His eyes narrowed. "What gave you the right to walk around with my stuff, huh?" Adam asked, words clipped. "That seems downright creepy. Were you stalking me or something?" Probably not but he was more or less tweaked by the fact that Kennedy had his paper and was now teasing him with it.
He was a fighter, and had a temper to boot. Some things set him off, other things didn't. It made him volatile. Her earlier snark was easy to shrug off but for whatever reason this made him frustrated. It's my shit and she's keeping it from me. It was like taunting a child who was shorter than you, or playing keep away with some kids' hat in the hallway. He knew all about that; Adam was the bully in middle school, and to an extent he still was one. "Hand it over," He demanded, opening his palm upwards and flicking all four fingers back towards him a couple of times. "And you won't regret it." What was he going to do? Adam was never the type to hit a girl simply because, so for the most part his words were empty. Did that make him any less irritated? No.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 23, 2012 22:00:05 GMT -5
YOU'RE KILLING ME, KILLING ME
ALL I WANTED WAS YOU
Kennedy wouldn't admit that she liked observing Adam's mannerisms. He was very melodramatic with almost all of his actions, which made her feel as if she could "mute" life and still understand what he was trying to convey. Kennedy wasn't really one for such acts, at least she thought she wasn't, which was why it was so entertaining. It reminded her almost of her older sister. However, Adam was both younger and male, which made him not like her sister at all.
His angered response to her having his piece of paper made her smile, a dark look of mischief. She held the paper in the same defensive position, arching a brow at him. Kennedy wasn't really somebody to really take to people. However, Adam was somebody who she wouldn't mind seeing around every once in a while. She liked his spark. It automatically made sense in her mind that she would continue to harass him because of this. Just because she liked somebody didn't mean she was going to be nice to them.
Kennedy smirked. He was getting angry. If it wasn't completely obvious by his body language, his voice when he spoke declared it. Adam made a motion with his hands, one that made her sit up straighter and reposition herself. She now held the paper on the window seat behind her, crossing her legs to the side to create more of a barrier. Her other hand was on the window ledge, curled around it tightly, as if she were ready to defend herself with it. While Adam had an elemental advantage, he couldn't nearly use his powers as she could. "Try me, Fire boy," she said menacingly, a flicker of a smile coming onto her face.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 24, 2012 14:09:16 GMT -5
Adam was completely unaware that his actions were of some source of entertainment for Kennedy, considering this was his attitude ninety-nine percent of the time. A bit overly dramatic and not ashamed to be so. He enjoyed the attention. Of course, his angry response to her holding the paper out of his reach must have given her some inkling of satisfaction because the smile on her face gave it away and that he did not like. Not at all. He felt as though Kennedy were merely showcasing his temper for her amusement. There was a hint of a grumble in his throat.
At first he figured maybe they could get along; he had quite a few Thunder friends and their personalities did not really bother him at all. He admired that she had been able to ignore or shrug off his comments without thinking much on them, which not many people did. Now he felt flustered and irritated and...well, angry. Kennedy changed her position so that the paper was even more inaccessible and he tried to think of something he could do to get it back. "Try me," she had taunted him, challenged him with those two simple words. His shoulders tensed up. As much of a fighter as he could be with people, hitting a girl without warrant was not in his arsenal of come backs. If Kennedy had taken an initial swing he would not be afraid to hit back, but as it was no punches had been thrown and Adam was stuck.
He took a few steps towards her, still trying to sort out how he was going to go about retrieving the paper. A fight--initiated by him--was not going to happen, so unless they played some weird version of keep away this seemed futile. It only frustrated him more and it was obvious by the expression on his face that he seemed at a bit of a loss. Another step. I could pin her to the wall and snatch it, Adam thought strategically. Only if Kennedy were not strong would that work and he did not know her at all. For all he knew she could be some crazy, wiry chick that could get out of any hold without second thought. Another step. I could... Just then, an idea flitted to the forefront of his mind. His scowl twitched into a brief smirk as he continued to approach her.
"I'm always ready to accept a challenge," Adam replied finally, allowing his anger to filter into his competitiveness. "So fine by me." Finally he was right up against the window. It was not hard to miss the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. The fact that the wheels in his head were turning. Without even waiting to give her a chance to respond, Adam leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, one hand on her cheek and the other trailing over the hand that held his paper in place. When he felt the moment was right, the Fire slid the paper away from her and held it behind his back, pulling away shortly after. "That was a pretty good try, if I do say so myself," He whispered, smirking before creating a bit more distance between them.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 24, 2012 16:23:44 GMT -5
I KNOW NOW THIS IS
WHO I REALLY AM INSIDE
Kennedy watched him as he started to stand. Whatever he was doing, she was going to be ready for. She knew she was pissing him off and that she should probably be ready in case she got his emotions out of hand, remember how unstable you were with your powers in ninth grade, Kenny? but she was having far too much fun. She took a deep breath, splaying her fingers against the ledge, not allowing her own emotions to try and get the best of her. If she were going to win a fight, should it come down to it, she'd need her control to combat the Elemental disadvantage.
Adam sauntered over, at least he probably would have been if he wasn't thinking so hard. She stopped herself from cracking any sort of joke about not giving himself a brain hemorrhage from thinking too much. Kenny was curious now as to what his plan was. Strategy was her game, something that she figured she was the master of. So, when somebody else was supposed to be working against her, she tried to put herself in their mind, find out what they were going to do. He seemed the type of Fire to resort to physical assault, which would work semi-decently except for the fact she would probably claw him or hit him somewhere you shouldn't hit guys. He must of figured this much as he stopped right in front of her, his look of disappointment turning to a smirk.
She looked up at him, he looked a lot taller from her position on the window, allowing a brief glance of confusion to flicker over her features. Mischief was not something that she was expecting. What was he going to do, start burning the paper? Before she could make some smart ass comment, Adam repositioned himself and in one fluid motion kissed her. Kennedy would never admit that she had never been shown this form of affection before, though she doubted it was because Adam had any sort of feeling for her. Distraction! That was what he was aiming fo--
Adam slipped the paper from her grasp, his lips lingering on hers for a second longer before taking a step back, flaunting his "win" over her with a simple comment. Kenny pursed her lips, knowing that her face was flooding with color and she shifted, trying to hide her face into her hoodie. She could feel a bit of static start to charge itself into her clothing and, without thinking, she redirected it at the nearest light. A brief humming sound reverberated as the light started glowing brighter before a pop and a shattering sound was heard, the glass from the bulb falling from it's perch. Kennedy flushed even brighter, looking down to avoid the look on Adam's face, whatever it might be.
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Post by ADAM EVAN RIZZO on Nov 25, 2012 19:24:36 GMT -5
Success. Sweet, sweet, success. There was a look of triumph on Adam's face as he watched Kennedy, trying to figure out what she was going to do now. He had the paper. He won. Instead of hearing some sort of hot retort or a snide remark, the Fire watched as she turned a shade of pink and hid herself in her hoodie. Was it really that embarrassing? Had she ever been kissed before? It was such an interesting response considering the circumstances and he was a bit dumbfounded by it. Silence was probably the most interesting weapon in a situation like this, considering Adam was not even sure what to say to it.
Then, as her lack of elemental control would have it, the bulb over their head was zapped by her electrical charge and caused it to pop, his head automatically ducking to avoid any shards of glass that might have flown his way. Several hit his clothes and hit the floor with a faint tink. He stared at the place where the bulb had once been, giving himself a moment of composure before glancing at Kennedy with a coy smile. "Wow, they weren't joking when they talked about sparks flying," He joked, still eyeing the ceiling to make sure nothing else happened. "Didn't realize I had the capability to do shit like that. Huh." He shrugged his shoulders and laughed a little before walking back towards his bag and shoving the paper inside. There, safe and sound. Kennedy thought she had something of an upper hand, but alas Adam brought out the unexpected.
To add to the strangeness of it all, he went about going through items needed for his presentation as though the kiss never happened. He did wonder what she was thinking now, how she felt about being one-upped when she probably thought she had something over him. Actually, Kennedy would have had the idea not crossed his mind at the last minute. At least it worked. Now Adam had his paper and the satisfaction of knowing that he made her blush. He had to admit that the kiss...was not all that bad. Not bad at all.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 25, 2012 19:58:39 GMT -5
DO YOU WANT TO BE DIFFERENT?
TRY TO LET GO OF THE TRUTH
"Get control of yourself, Kennedy. He's laughing at you, even if it's not out loud!" she yelled at herself. "It was just a kiss, get over it."
When she glanced up, Adam was wearing a grin which flared her anger. As was with the Fire, Kennedy was temperamental, mercurial... His comment made her grit her teeth and she sudden forgot about how she had been so bashful a few seconds ago. She would be drained later, as was typical when you used your powers, but for now, she was angry for reasons she wasn't fully under standing. But as Adam laughed and sat back down, continuing as if nothing had happened...
She should have been relieved. He really hadn't taken a hit towards her self-esteem at all. Adam could have easily made embarrassed her further, making a quick remark about her naivety. But he didn't. He took steps back, made a small comment, then sat back down. He worked as if this weren't a big deal. Like nothing had transpired. She should have been happy. Forget that it happened, brush it off, make a rude comment and be on her way.
So why was she so mad?
Without realizing it, she had clenched her fists, the blood drained from them and looked down at them, forcing them to release the tension. She gave a smile, though this one was dangerous, a hidden threat behind a carefully placed mask. Like poison in the water. "If you tell anybody about what just happened, I will make sure your life is miserable," she said quietly, her voice sweet and calm though the threat was evident. "Do I make myself clear?"
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