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[brett]

It was amazing that people were so hesitant to do anything because of rain. It wasn't that he couldn't understand - he did completely. He just wished that there was an alternative to sitting around today. That was the trouble with trying to hang out with kids outside, weather was always a factor. And while he didn't care all too much about temperature or precipitation, other people sure did. It was a shame too, because that meant that all he could do was stay in the academy. There really wasn't a point in leaving. He didn't have any spending money at the moment, and there weren't many things to do without some tender. He was more or less stuck here, and he tried to make the best of it by staying in the commons. Maybe he'd get to socialize with some more of his fellow thunder kids. He really didn't get to talk to them often enough. Interestingly, Brett had more friends in other elements than he did in his own, which he blamed entirely on not hanging around this place more. That meant that kicking back here couldn't be the worst thing in the world. It was a chance to meet potential allies, and that was better than friends who he could be fighting against at any minute.

That was the trouble with this school. They really tested friendships often with these elemental disputes. As if every element was responsible for the actions of one of their members or leaders. It just didn't make sense. Then again, that was just like politics. Innocents always felt the wrath of their homeland's enemies. It was just how the world worked. It was sick, and it was dark, but it wasn't something that was really a concern for him. It was just the way the world worked, and that was impossible to change now. Maybe centuries ago there would have been some way of changing, but so deep within the flow of time, he doubted anyone could. He hated when he started to think about philosophy. It always meant that there was absolutely nothing to do. If only he could stop thinking all together. If he could just shut off his thought process, he'd be a much happier person. Not to mention he'd be easier to get along with. Really it would have just been a win on all accounts.

Seated in an armchair, he began to look around for something to do. If he could just find someone to talk to, or something to keep himself occupied for a little while, today might start looking up. It would probably take a miracle to make today a good one, but he was always the lucky type. If there was a miracle to be had, it would be his. It was all a matter of patience, and Brett could certainly try and feign that trait for a while.

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"What? What do you mean? They were supposed to get shipped in today. Since when is 'weather' an excuse? You do realize I'll be unable to attend that event if I have nothing to wear, right? I don't care what he promised you, just fix this!" and with those nice parting words, the brunette hung up. Indeed, she had been talking on her phone. The teen had just entered the common room, even. She hadn't really raised her voice while talking. The girl just sounded irked and on the edge of letting the phone drop out of one of the nearest windows by accident. She actually let her gray eyes stay on the phone, as if daring it to start vibrating again. Oh look, it was possible to intimidate technology after all. Good. She would hate to get a new phone in case this one slips out of her hands. The flat phone in hand, she sighed and slid a hand through her long, wavy brown hair. Why did it have to be her who gets the accidents and the lousy help staff? God, you'd think they would've had a plan in case of bad weather. You see, Natt had ordered a dress for some charity ball she was supposed to attend the next day. And that stupid plane was going to only arrive on the day of said ball. Now, how the hell was she supposed to get ready when she had no idea when her dress was going to be there? She couldn't wear anything she had in the academy. It was a charity ball not a trip to the mall or the cinema. Besides, it had to be new. She was representing her family, after all. The girl couldn't go there in something she had already worn. That would just make it seem like she didn't give a crap about the whole event, you know. So, she neededi that dress.

As soon as she reached one of the couches, she could feel the phone start to vibrate again. Only a second later did the signal begin to grate on her nerves. She just hung up and shut it off completely. They all just needed to leave her alone. She was already mad at staff, she didn't need someone calling to tell her some more bad news. She just threw the phone on the couch in front of her, before she walked around till the side and let herself fall in the comfy object from the side, on her back. For a second she was glad she wasn't wearing a short dress or something of the sort. That might just be humiliating. No, that day she was in black slim jeans accompanied by black heels, a white tunic and a wide, black belt around her waist. As for jewelry, she only had a few silver bracelets on her left arm, making a slight noise as they made impact with the sofa. The girl only sighed, shutting her eyes for a moment and taking a couple of deep breaths. "Those idiots..." she muttered under her breath.

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[brett]

Brett had begun to shut his eyes after a few minutes of lounging around. He also had shifted his seated position so that his legs were over one of the chair's arms, and his head was on the other. This was actually kind of relaxing. A quiet room and a nice chair made a good combination, not that he'd ever take it over something exciting, but it was nice. It reminded him of home. Not his home, exactly, but the kind from fifties television shows. All it needed was for the fireplace to be lit and he'd be right in a family oriented TV show. Minus the family, but all they brought was noise and hijinks. Beaver Cleaver was cute, but he got irritating after a while. Even Aunt Bee was annoying after some time. Looking back, maybe he watched too many vintage shows in his childhood, but it wasn't like he really could have done much else with his time back then. He hadn't started drinking until recently, couldn't drive, was pretty limited as far as social interaction. Really, he had a boring childhood, but he tried to get in as much trouble as possible in the name of fun. That carried over to his present day life, but at least now there was much more to do.

Needless to say, someone else's presence in the room startled him. He didn't move, but he opened his eyes and turned to face whoever it was that was walking through the door. After looking her over, he turned his head back to look at the ceiling. He wasn't going to be creepy and keep looking at her, and he knew a lot better than to interrupt someone's phone call. It was a simple question of etiquette. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to talk to her. She was pretty, so that was a start, but he didn't want to jump into snap assumptions about he based on her looks. He may have been extremely superficial, but he knew that attractive wasn't everything. Personality was very important, which was almost needless to say. Appearance even seemed to matter if he was planning to befriend someone. Though he could never figure out why, he was never ever friends with someone unattractive. It was just an unexplainable bias. He was certainly elitist, but only when it came to appearance.

He couldn't help but overhear just about everything the girl was saying, though he obviously couldn't pick up on very much of what was going on in the conversation, but that was probably for the best. Brett didn't want to look like an eavesdropper. When the girl was done on the phone, he didn't look up to acknowledge her, though spoke regardless. "Everything alright?" he asked, crossing his arms behind his head with his characteristic nonchalance. Hopefully she wouldn't take it as him trying to pry. For some reason he seemed more insecure than usual today. Too much time to think made him more negative. That really had to stop.

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[natt]

Huh?... She didn't really recognize the voice, so she was a bit surprised to actually hear it. And it was a question for her, even. Curiously, the girl turned her head to see who it was. He didn't seem familiar. Well, obviously, he was a thunder student. Not en eleventh grader. She would've known her own classmates, thank you very much. Then again, there was this one earth girl in her class who she swore she had never seen before. Just recently had Natalya become aware of a girl who had probably been in the same classroom as her for the last two and a half years. Hey, perhaps it was better to notice it later than never? Besides, it's not like the two would become best friends or anything. As mentioned earlier, that one was an Earth elemental. Thunders knew better than to associate with earthies. I mean, there had just been a war where the thunder elementals were sure Nell Shepherd(an Earth student) had killed off Cynthia(a known Thunder student). Now, why the hell should they suddenly take each other by the hand and skip in a happy manner? Seriously, just because Nell hadn't done it, didn't mean she had nothing to do with it. Those dirt worms were probably just playing the pacifists. Well, in short, Natt didn't trust any of them. It was also because of the elemental advantage. I mean, most of the thunders would abuse such a thing when they got a chance... Earthies would probably do the same to get back at Natt's element. If they didn't, they really lacked imagination in the 'scheming' department.

Either way, she was actually glad to see someone else there. She took a moment to glance over the guy. Not bad, really. She hadn't seen a lot of people with similar taste in clothing around campus, so she found the guy interesting for one and cute because of the features. Well, the day was looking up, at least. She let her gray eyes trail back to the ceiling as she sighed. This guy was actually concerned? Oh, well, that didn't happen often. The brunette could feel a smirk curling up the corners of her full, red lips. "Yeah, it's fine. Just a minor setback in delivery." she explained, still gazing at the ceiling. What was this? Boredom? Great, just great. She had nothing planned for that day, even. Why? Well, she had planned on getting her dress and spending time at the mirror, matching shoes, jewelry and makeup so that she could get ready in a decent time the following day. Look at how that turned out. Well, she would try to converse with the guy. As far as boys went, she usually had to look at someone close to her standard. You know, so that if something happened, her pride wouldn't get scratched. Her father was a very, very harsh man. If she were to gain a bad reputation because of a relationship, he might go that much harder on her. Worst case, he'd just cut her off. Yeah, he was a little overprotective of the whole 'pride thing'.

"And who are you, if I may ask?" she asked, curiosity sparking her tone as she looked back at the boy.

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Talking to strangers really had become a hobby for Brett. After they got passed the whole 'I don't know you' bit of the conversation, it was always something new or exciting. Everyone had something to say, and usually the conversations would stay impersonal, or he'd make a new friend. Brett sincerely didn't know which he preferred. He liked having friends, but it got old after a while. People would just get boring, or lack spontaneity, or just get annoying to look at. It was a common trend in his life. It was unfortunate, but that was the way things always worked out. He was used to it. It was familiar. C'est la vie. Move on. But with impersonal conversations came something new every time. It meant that he could stay anonymous. Of course his name and face would be out there, but that wasn't what he was concerned with. It was sharing his personal thoughts and feelings that bothered him. Though he'd never admit it, even to himself, Brett was insecure. He didn't want people to think negatively of the sincere him, so he showed a stupid and emotionless kid instead. He was definitely smart enough to get by in school, even without paying much attention, but when it came to his actions it was hard to find someone stupider. Brett was the first to jump into any situation that promoted danger and/or excitement. He was a social extrovert, but when it came to actually sharing emotion, he was done. Strangers never cared about any of that. They were just looking to kill time, just like Brett.

"Must have been important though," Brett stated, trying to at least get the girl to be a little less ambiguous. Brett hated when things were vague. There was no elaborating from that, and that meant that he couldn't really talk with them. And Brett really wanted to talk to this person. Not just for the fact that there was not one else around, but because she was pretty, and he really could use more pretty people in his life. Without them, the world was just a dark and miserable place. People tended to disagree, saying that the media made people think this way, but the truth of the matter was that the media is made up of people. People who admired physical traits more than emotional ones, people Brett would probably get along with. "My name's Brett, Brett Blaire. And you are?" he asked, turning his head to face her again and smiling.

Brett just hoped that the girl didn't think that he was prying into her life, or worse, try to pry into his. He didn't want to seem like he was nosy, but he didn't really have any other conversation topics to jump into, it was this or the weather. And all they would really say was that it sucked. There wasn't really anything else anyone would contribute on a day like this. Rain was alright in most situations, but in this case it ruined plans. At least he wasn't by himself anymore, though. That was certainly a plus.

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[natt]

Raising a brow at the response, she glanced back at Brett, curious. Did he really want to know what her conversation was about? Well, that was a little strange to be honest but somehow she got the feeling the guy was only a curious kid or bored to no end. Thinking back as to where they were, she was about to lean toward the later one. Then again, she hardly knew the boy. Well, not at all, really. Oh, the hell with it, she'd play nice since he was cute. "It was a gown, hun. Something I needed to attend a charity ball. They couldn't ship it over because of some storm today... So there, that's the terrible news." she admitted with a light chuckle. "Satisfied?" she asked, a smirk playing across her full lips. She didn't think that he was trying to pry or anything. The girl really saw no need in holding a bunch of secrets more or less because she was too confident and proud. Perhaps it had been a little obvious but it wasn't as if the two had some mind-blowing conversation going on beforehand. "Well, I could go on and on about the fabrics and designers, if you wish..." she teased a little, it clearly marked in her tone. Well, that was her way of loosening up with people. While she did like to see something amusing in a lot of situations she rarely meant to actually offend anyone. People just tended to take everything too serious. And Natt thought she acted uptight a lot of times. She guessed, she was wrong.

Brett Blaire?... As in the guy from Twelfth grade? Well, she heard a lot of names from people. Usually, in the mass hall, she would sit with a flock of girls who obviously knew everything about everyone. Or, they were trying to find out. It was something to kill time with, at least. Sure, there were some untrue stories and those were usually the most amusing but Natt never cared too much to prance around and talk further about it. Yet, she remembered hearing the name. Well, her table seemed to know something about every male student there was, but she couldn't remember what they said... well then, must've not been important, right? Either way, she answered the question. "Natalya Demetri" she let out in a calm tone. Most of the time, people just knew who she was or they had heard rumors about her. If she wasn't mistaken the little girls had recently just let her slide as 'the bitch rich girl'. Well, Natt didn't really give a damn about that. She didn't pay much attention to underclassmen. Besides, she was wealthy... and sort of arrogant and sarcastic at times. Honestly, the little girls weren't that far off. The thought did slightly coax a laugh out of her but she didn't show it. It might just seem that she was laughing at her own name. Instead, she went over the little problems like her gown and the fact she had put off finding a date for too long. She might just have to rush it in the end. Not the best choice but she had to represent her name in some way. Not like a father digging up oil was a small thing. He actually did it again a few months ago. So, Natt was going to go there and act sophisticated and then go wild at some club. Yep, that sounded like a plan.

But she did find Brett interesting. No, no, that had nothing to do with her being interested in a lot of the male population. Or maybe it did. Well, that didn't matter, really since she knew nothing of the guy yet. So, there was one way to find out. No, not trying to guess. "So, what do you do for fun, Brett?" she asked curiously, already thinking up what the answer might be. Well, if he'd start with something like 'chess' or 'I like reading a lot of books', it would be a shame. Oh, but before she forgot, she butt in another question. "By the way, you don't happen to have a lighter on you, do you?" She felt like getting a smoke really. The girl stood straight and walked over to one of the windows, opening it. No one really hung around in the common room but she didn't need bitchy leaders coming at her because of some scent. She'd at least try to put in effort. And with that thought, the girl pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket. Yeah, yeah, a nasty habit...

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A gown and a charity ball, eh? Well, that was impressive and unexpected. This girl must have been loaded. Then again, in a school like this there were all sorts of classes and backgrounds. While Brett had no idea what it was like going to a charity ball, or wearing a gown for that matter, he was certainly impatient, so he could understand being upset at something like a delay. Especially due to rain. It really seemed like when water fell from the sky, the world had to stop. Really, you'd think by the 21st century, humans would have figured out how to get around weather that happens all the time. But there was no such luck. "That's still gotta suck. I know that when I want something, I always want it immediately. Waiting has gotta be rough." For someone who seemed as careless as Brett, he was incredibly spoiled when it came down to it. He always ended up finding a way to get what he wanted eventually. Then came the question of whether or not Brett was satisfied. "Honey, I'm never satisfied," he stated with his own devil may care smirk. That was as close to sharing his feelings as he'd ever get. He had a part of him that just always needed something, and could never find anything that could fix him. The girl asked if he wanted to hear more about the gown, and he decided he'd be better off skipping that conversation. "No thanks, I don't think I'd be able to keep up with you," Brett replied with a slight grin.

Brett was pretty oblivious that people would gossip about him. Of course, talking about what he was up to had to be interesting. There was always some sort of crazy action packed story that involved him, and he seemed to be getting more well known around town after drag racing at a party. Luckily, he hadn't heard anything about that yet, so he didn't know that he now had a reputation to precede him. Otherwise he'd begin to get a lot more anxious in conversation, constantly trying to figure out what people knew about him. Sometimes it was just best to think he was anonymous. It was a lot easier that way. Then again, there was really no way of knowing that sort of thing. At least, not for him. Brett didn't like gossip. Not because it was wrong, or because it was mean spirited, but because it bored him. Sure, sometimes you'd get some kind of good juicy secret about someone that you knew, but in most cases it was going to be something about someone you didn't know. And that really seemed like a waste of time to him. "Natalya, that's a pretty name." Brett loved names like that. Names that weren't too common, but still sounded nice. Natalya was definitely one in his eyes.

It was always when someone he was making small talk with tried to ask what he did for fun that Brett felt the most destructive. He raced cars, or crashed them. He got in fights. Lots of fights. If he was drunk enough at parties, he may even be prone to jumping off roofs. There was always fucking anyone he could seduce too, but that seldom came up in a first conversation. There wasn't really anything else. He wasn't the kind of kid who just sat around. He did play bass, but that wasn't something that he often brought up either, because bass was such an unimpressive instrument when not accompanied by other instruments in most cases. "I go to a lot of parties. And I tend to end up in fights or some kind of half-suicidal adventure. But I mean, those are the most exciting moments. And how about you? Is it just all charity balls for you?" Brett was speaking nonchalantly. As if he could downplay something as insane sounding as that. Then again, who knew? He'd met a few like minded individuals, maybe she'd be one. She didn't seem as far gone as the kind of people the he associated with though, so he understandably had his doubts. Did he have a light? Girls who smoked were always a turn on, and being the addict that he was, he always had a lighter on hand. "Yeah," he stated, pulling one out of his pocket. Brett walked over to where Natalya was standing, flicking his thumb on the flint wheel and holding the flame out for her to light up. As he waited, he took his own pack of smokes out of his jeans. It wasn't like he could just watch other people enjoy themselves without joining in, after all.

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So he was impatient. Was that a bit of arrogance she picked up in those words? Good. People with low self-esteem tended to get boring quickly. There were a few exceptions but they all pretty much got dull. Either way - "Indeed. I do like to be on top of things." she smirked. Well, you know, she did like to be in control. Honestly, Natalya was a very lustful person. Power was just one of the many things she craved. "And never say never, hun." she added with a smirk. How would he know if he hadn't tried everything, right? But who knew, perhaps it was a good thing. Natalya wasn't one to really hold back on most of the things that gave pleasure, so she wasn't one to encourage not trying as much as possible, but still... there was a possibility, right? And she couldn't help but chuckle just a little when he denied her offer on telling him more about a piece of clothing. Smart guy. Of course, she wasn't one hundred percent sure but she had a feeling that Brett might just not know the latest fashion trends in Paris. Yet, you could never know... he might secretly eat and breathe fashion, after all.

"Thanks, hun." Well, that didn't happen often. Usually after her first name and last name people started associating her with anything Russian. It wasn't far from the truth, really. While Natt didn't have an accent, she knew the language pretty well. Her mother was born in Russia and her father came from a Russian family. That man had already gotten rid of his accent, too. But they still talked in the language back home... Actually, she thought it was sort of sweet of the Brett. And then came the answer to her question. At first she feared the answer might be something boring or perhaps a little unexpected like ballet or church choir... She was delighted when she heard the boy's answer. Great, her kind of a person. Of course, she couldn't really call her party adventures half-suicidal. It was usually her acting bold or making something happen. She didn't go hurling from a rooftop or anything of the sort, thou. Driving was different. She had also gotten herself in a few cat fights, but recently she just happened to meet chicks who were more than glad to stand up for her during her nights out. She didn't really remember most of the names but she didn't always remember everything about the previous night. "No, not just charity balls. That's more of a formal drag... I go to parties. Yet, instead of getting into fights I dance on tables." she replied with a smirk curling up the corners of her lips. Heck, she was starting to like this guy.

Great, he did have a light. This might have just turned out humiliating if she was left standing there with a pack of cigs and an open window. The girl opened the pack and pulled one out with her teeth. Well, she didn't believe in too much effort in little things. Besides, she had gotten used to the action. Leaning toward the lighter a little, she took a drag to light it, let it go, then took another one, before turning to the window and letting out a stream of smoke. But she couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to actually meet the guy at a party. She did find him interesting personality wise and attractive at that. So there was only one thing to do. "So, Brett. Any plans for tomorrow night?"

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Self-esteem was weird with Brett. The way he viewed himself swung like a pendulum. Some days he'd be on top of the world, then others he'd be tearing himself apart from the inside out, and that wasn't how he wanted the end to happen. If he was going to be destroyed, it'd be from the outside in, and it wouldn't be his quiet self-hate that did it. As long as he was with people though, he was fine. Social situations seemed to do wonders for Brett's personality. Even when he was completely destructive, he was still more or less easy to get along with. As long as someone wasn't competing with him, of course. So the girl liked to be on top of things? That was a double entendre that just couldn't be passed up. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied with a smirk. It seemed that they could be on similar wavelengths though, either that or he was just reading the girl wrong. "Well, I mean, unless you can prove me wrong, I think it's safe to say never." He'd just leave Natalya to interpret that however she saw fit.

Brett was more or less without cultural background when it came down to it. His parents were born in the states, so were their parents, an the parents after that came here without looking back. He knew that he was a mixture of several cultures, but that was about it. He was a mutt, and could only speak English, even that wasn't all too great. Needless to say, he had no grounds showing any kind of prejudice based on nationality when there was a good chance that he could have been from that area as well. The girl had a pretty name. Who cared what country it was from? It was good to hear that the girl wasn't all about attending formal events, because that meant there was no way they'd ever get along. No, her answer was a lot better than that. He smirked and raised a brow. "Dancing on tables? This I gotta see," he said, hoping she'd give him a little sample of her party routine. It would probably require beer to complete the whole effect, but that didn't really matter as long as she managed to entertain him for a little while longer.

Once Natt had lit her cigarette, Brett did the same. He took a slow drag and blew the smoke out the window, now leaning against the wall. It was always tough to say if he had plans before knowing what someone wanted to do. Every time he said he was free, he then had to figure out a way to get out of something mind numbing. He didn't want to end up at a ballet, or playing Dungeons and Dragons. "Well darling," he said, taking a drag and exhaling out the window once again. "It really depends on what you have in mind." That was the truth. If she had a proposal that could keep him interested, he'd be glad to show up. Otherwise, he wouldn't give her the time of day. Unless she could make it worth his while, of course.

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