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Post by txtul8r on Aug 10, 2011 20:59:08 GMT -5
"Oh come on, Ethan. It's simple. Here watch me do it again," his teacher suggested blandly, obviously pretty darn peeved. As she demonstrated the task once again, he closed his eyes, sighed, and opened them to see a slowly swaying pansy sitting in a pot on his desk. He placed his open hands on either side of the pot, palms upward and inward to the plant. After a quick replay of the presentation in his mind, he focused on the flower and thought of his mothers rosebush and how vibrant the colors became every year. He watched in disappointment as the dull murky blue of the petals began to fade, but his expression changed to joy as the color brightened into a beautifully exalted royal azul. She applauded him along with the rest of the class on the same project.
Afterwards he sat through a few more tries from one more student. The first was a girl he hadn't really met yet, but he'd heard everyone call her Kansas. She had to return the murky grey petals to their original snow white color. It also took her a few tries, but she succeeded just as Ethan had.
Kansas was then seated and the prof. said, "Now I want you all to take these little guys with you so you can practice for the weekend. Don't ever let it die and don't ever put all your energy into making it grow larger. I'll be glad to see you all come Monday, but for the weekend don't try calling or e-mailing me. I'm going up into the Rockies for those two days! Class dismissed. Oh, and don't forget to bring those flowers back!" And with that class was dismissed to lunch with a teacher's wink.
As his classmates filed out into the halls, he couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as he strolled to the mess hall for lunch, of course he first placed the pansy in his locker to take home later. Although, as he passed an old hallway, he could almost literally hear Earth calling him. It tugged on him wrist and he lingered in his spot for a few moments to ponder on if it was really just another student messing with him. He stood there and decided it was likely, but reality was, nobody could ever predict the real elements and what they'll ever do, so he followed the calling into the Gothic style hallway. Wordcount: 409 Muse: ATLA |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 12, 2011 19:45:02 GMT -5
 Altair looked out the window, lighting up her cigarette and thinking of how this shouldn’t be happening. Fires her age could probably snap their fingers and make flames appear. But that wasn’t possible for little tenth grader Altair Bennett. The Academy can suck my dick. She flicked the lighter with manicured nails, enjoying as she drew the flame around, using it as a catalyst for her powers. One day, she wouldn’t need it. One day, she’d torch the place all on her own. Holding the flame against the wall, she watched as it just licked against the brick. Nothing. Maybe if she got the fire hot
enough…
Whatever. At least she was in a halfway decent mood. She was exhausted, but at least the Vicodin was working to make her feel like she would last the day. Still didn’t keep her from skipping class. You’re rubbing off on me, Rowena. Perhaps it would have been better to lay her head down and just sleep through her lessons so she could work that night, but it just wasn’t happening. She was antsy. Altair was an energetic person by nature, and she always needed to move around, especially when riding one of her highs.
When she noticed an Earth kid wandering into the unused hallway, her natural confrontational nature was still there. It didn’t disappear just because of the medication, but it was somewhat…dulled. She learned against the wall and studied him with sharp blue eyes. He looked young, but she bet he was either in her grade or younger because of the tossers who placed her and her seventeen-year-old sisters in the tenth grade. It didn’t even matter, though. Within six seconds of assessment, she determined that he was just a kid and just a possible toy for her if she cared enough. She decided she might as well mess with him.
Altair blew out smoke from her mouth and said in her thick British accent, ”You shouldn’t be down this way. A big scary Fire student may get you.” To emphasize her point, she flicked at her lighter again to make the fire appear. She raised her eyebrows. ”Unless you wanna fight, kid. Then I’d be happy to oblige you.” For once, she wasn’t actually angry though whatever this kid said would probably set her off. But she always wanted a fight, her life was spent in a constant state of anger and confrontation. Altair didn’t even care that this kid was smiling and happy and probably thinking the world was bright. She didn’t care about which element he was in. She just wanted at least some entertainment while she was skipping class.
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Post by txtul8r on Aug 13, 2011 22:12:54 GMT -5
Ethan smiled as he remembered the experience of learning to befriend his element and cooperate with it for the rest of his life. As his footsteps took him closer to the shadowy end of the dark hallway one foot at a time, he heard a voice with a thick British accent slapped on top of it. Before his mind could register it immediately, he jumped just a little from the shock. He turned around and sighed with relief. "Heh, you scared me there for a second," was his reply. He almost took offense to her remark on his intentions of fighting.
He shook his head a little, rattling the collar of his favorite denim jacket and said, "No, I'm not looking for anything but experience. I'm trying to figure out how I can get ahead of the rest of the class. Hey, you want a fortune cookie? It's all I've got on me." He held out his closed fist to her, hopeful that she might hold hers out as well to receive his gift. She was obviously a fire student, but that doesn't mean he should outright hate her immediately. That was just wrong. He looked at her with a half grin and that usual little sparkle of enthusiasm in his eyes. Wordcount: 212 Muse: MBSAVTS |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 14, 2011 16:32:10 GMT -5
Altair found sick satisfaction in watching the kid jump. That’s right, you fucking jump when you see Altair Sabina Bennett. She was someone to be feared, in her mind. And it was quickly shaping up to be that way in the Academy, with her temper. Still, it seemed people just didn’t understand that she wasn’t someone you could have a friendly chat over tea with. Like this kid. ”Only a second?” she replied coolly, lifting an eyebrow. Right now, she was being enigmatic, mysterious so that the kid had to wonder what her intentions were. This is how she played with her toys, and this kid was already going to be one for her.
She couldn’t really care about his explanations or the words coming from his mouth. He was a nice kid, that was obvious. Earth, she thought again, but she couldn’t be sure. Because she didn’t really understand how these things worked in the Academy. Her lips flickered into a frown when he talked about a fortune cookie. Why the fuck would I want a fortune cookie? He extended his hand, and without a word the flame licked out from her lighter and wrapped around his closed fist. It was sure to leave some burns. ”No, I don’t think I want a fortune cookie.” She gave him a disarming smile. Okay, she was in a relatively…not angry mood. Because she wanted to enjoy this. ”Tell me, what element are you in?” she asked like she genuinely had an interest. She didn’t care about other people or their lives. She just wanted to make sure that he was a little Earth boy she could bat around like a cat playing with a mouse.
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Post by txtul8r on Aug 16, 2011 20:26:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/xljz8n.jpg); border: 1px double #008E00; background-position: center, bTable] every moment is worth its weight in gold... _____________________ it's like the world's best story, just waiting to be told! _____________________ | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]As Ethan held the sugary fortune cookie in its plastic wrapper, the Fire student directed her lighter's power to his hand. Just as he was beginning to retract his vulnerable knuckles, the orange flames licked away at his pale hand. As the flame singed his hand, all the muscles in his hand became numb and limp, dropping the fortune cookie, except the searing pain shooting into it. Using his other hand, he grabbed his own wrist and fell upon the wall, his face grimacing with the burns.
After taking a few long minutes trying to stop his hands shaking, and his teeth ground together, he heard her question, but chose not to reply. Okay, he promised he wouldn't hate her immediately and he hadn't, but this was just mean. As he hoped and wished desperately that the school nurse could have been nearby when the incident had happened, through the cracks of the stone bricks, a small vine peeked out, followed but leaves sprouting from the stem, and almost instantaneously, a bud grew and bloomed into a large white chamomile, a common treatment for burns. He reached for the flower with his good hand. HE may not have had someway to brew it into a soak, but he could still crush the healing chemical from the plant. | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]TAGGED: ALTAIR S. BENNET
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NOTES: FIRST POST WITH NEW TEMPLATE!
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 17, 2011 0:05:34 GMT -5
Altair couldn’t help but feel happy when she watched his hand burn, especially when he leaned against the wall. This was the kind of satisfaction that she wanted from this, that she wanted whenever she toyed with other people. She couldn’t care less about the fact that this was an innocent kid who probably wanted to go about his business. No, that just made it even better. Especially since she could test out her powers that she was slowly developing. Put her in the tenth grade? Okay, she’d use what was taught to her to destroy those she considered below her. Didn’t matter that she just started to learn how to use her powers in combat. She was going to use them for whatever the fuck she wanted. They were hers, after all.
So he wasn’t going to answer her question? It was just as well since a plant started blooming from the wall, revealing the element he belonged to. So he was an Earth bitch? Good. She flicked her lighter once more, and the flame flickered out to consume and burn the plant. Lifting her eyebrows at him, she said, ”Sorry, did you need that?” Yep, complete bitchiness right there. Altair certainly wasn’t about to let him treat a wound that she’d just caused him. He needed to suffer before she let him out of her grasp. She began to flick at the lighter’s ignition, again like playing around as a cat might with the mouse, because the flame stayed its normal size without her influence. When would she strike next? Well, he'd find that out pretty soon. ”Anything else you might want to present me with? Maybe your prick, so I can burn that too.” Add in her crudeness, and you get Altair in all her glory. She wasn’t about to censor herself for anyone.
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