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Post by xmarci on Aug 19, 2011 13:09:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dinner was just starting. Well, it had been maybe five minutes since it started, just long enough for the halls to start to clear out and the people to start to get hungry. The thing about the academy was that most people just went their own way, and there was rarely a time when the mess was any less full than another during mealtimes. Not until it was fifteen minutes to closing. Since Deirdra didn't like to be around tons of people, she tended to wait until the last twenty minutes of mealtimes to eat, spending the rest of the time wandering about, doing one thing or another.
Currently, she was wandering the halls without really caring where she was going. The girl had a photographic memory, so it was almost impossible fore her to lose herself. As long as she had her eyes open while she was walking, the girl would be able to make her way back to the start of her journey. It had been very useful for her, the first few years of her stay at the academy. While other kids were getting lost left and right, she only had a few major incidents.
Deirdra had an open backpack slung over one shoulder, thinking she would go back to her dorm to drop it off before returning for dinner. Sure, she wouldn't get the best pickings, but it was better than feel suffocated by a crowd of people she didn't know or trust. She was just getting to the front of the building when she tripped, falling flat on her face. Her backpack flew off her back, and one of the books went flying through the air, straight toward the back of.... Of....
Shit. It was that fire girl. That blond fire girl who'd tried to hurt her before. Shit, shit, damnit. Deirdra was a tough girl, but she only wished for pain when she was trying to drive her father's voice from her mind. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 19, 2011 15:54:12 GMT -5
It would be a miracle if one day, Altair could stay seated in class. It truly would be something of a sight to see, the Fire girl pouring over a book, taking notes and actually paying attention to the teacher. But that’s never how it worked. It worked with her being ticked off by the professors who thought that she wanted to answer their goddamn teachers and the students who thought they could talk about her without her noticing. After that, she walked out of class, listening to the professor calling out that she had detention—yet again—and not giving a damn either way. Why should she sit and listen to someone she couldn’t give less of a damn about?
Now she was in the halls, skipping the rest of her classes. A girl like her with patience so thin shouldn’t be forced to spend extended periods of time sitting on her ass and listening to teachers rambling on about shit she didn’t care about. So she saved those professors the trouble of dealing with her and skipped out on the classes. And come dinnertime, Altair decided she might as well eat there to save the sisters some money. Since she was spending it all on what she considered necessities. Which meant clothes and drugs for herself. She was supposed to be the oldest, she knew that, but she was still selfish as ever and unfortunately, that included the sisters she loved more than anything else. The only people she loved, and even remotely cared about.
For once, she was actually minding her own business, but that changed when she felt something hit her back. Her immediate instinct was to pivot on her heel and aim a punch to whoever the assailant was. But she saw none until she looked down on the ground. Any sane person would have offered a hand and helped the girl up, but Deirdra wasn’t like that. Especially since she recognized who it was. Managing words through the rage she felt, Altair sneered, ”Lookit, the little Earth cunt is just a glutton for punishment. On your face again, you seem to like being a little whore.” With that spoken, she felt even more ferocity. But she waited to do something, because she knew what she wanted from this girl. ”Get up. Right fucking now.”
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Post by xmarci on Aug 20, 2011 17:20:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Great. Great, great. Just wonderful. Altair turned around, a decidedly pissed expression overcoming all her features, and started talking to Deirdra the same way she had earlier. The earth student's blank, apathetic expression didn't change, but there was that minor sinking feeling she sometimes got, that certain knowledge that she was going to be treated like dirt again, that for an indefinite time she was at another's mercy and could do nothing. As this reality settled in of her, Deirdra felt herself closing off, anymore. She hated that feeling, but it was better.
Deirdra let her backpack slide all the way to the floor and off of her arm as she pushed herself off the ground, ending up on her knees in front of Altair, much like the last time. Though she didn't raise her eyes, she listened without reaction. The hurtful words only served to push her farther into her protective walls, and she was soon not even feeling the apprehension she'd been feeling before. Her overwhelming defensive reactions were upon her. As were her other ingrained behaviors.
For instance, the obedience. Deirdra was slowly making her way to her feet almost the instant after Altair commanded it. The lifeless husk of a body then waited there, staring at her 'master' and waiting for the next command. Deirdra didn't know what Altair wanted. But she didn't want to provoke anything worse, so she would go along with it. She didn't have enough self-respect to try and fight for herself. Maybe for others. But never for herself. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 20, 2011 21:02:02 GMT -5
Deirdra was bowing down, and she almost rolled her eyes. How weak could one person actually get? She almost wanted to pull her up by the collar and yell at her, tell her that she shouldn’t fucking be taking orders from others. But Altair didn’t care enough about her for that, didn’t care about anything. So she let her be the pathetic little girl she was. ”Playing the whore again, I see,” she mocked. She didn’t know about the Earth student’s life or anything to actually wonder if she had even given herself over to a man. And Altair was acting a hypocrite, but that didn’t even matter either. She was a whore, but she didn’t submit to men. She was always in control—it was their money that she was taking after all, so whether they liked it or not, they were at her mercy. And she didn’t have a pimp or any of that shit from whatever television shows. Altair was her own woman.
She snorted at how easily the other girl complied, rising to her feet. It was very amusing, and almost made to dissipate her anger. Almost. But even if it had, it wouldn’t have stopped what happened next. Without a word, she pulled her arm back and slammed her knuckles against Deirdra’s face. Drawing in close so that their noses were almost touching, Altair spoke low and venomously. ”If you think that I’m just going to walk away this time without causing serious, permanent injury, you’ve got another thing coming.” Taking out her lighter, she kicked the ignition and held it close against the other girl’s arm, not bother to even extend the flame very much so that the lighter was pressing against Deirdra’s skin for more injury. ”It’s element rock, paper, scissors. Fire beats Earthm and I will show you just how badly.”
Last time, she’d walked away because of her stamina falling through and the fact that she was growing bored, anyway. This time she’d make sure to keep herself entertained with this lifeless little rat. She would make sure to draw this out as long as possible, for the sick satisfaction of knowing that she could. Besides, this time Altair believed it to be justified considering Deirdra basically assaulted her. No, she didn’t care about how wrong and unjustified it truthfully was. That’s how she worked, through the permanent mindset of violence and causing as much damage as possible.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 21, 2011 13:22:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Deirdra wasn't expecting a punch in the face. Maybe some toying with fire, maybe more useless words, but she was not grounded enough for a punch in the face. When the punch was thrown, she had just enough time to turn her nose away, letting the fist connect with the side of her jaw—a much stronger bone. The force of the blow made she stumble backwards into the wall, her legs catching herself before she slipped to the floor again. Slowly, she raised a hand to feel the point of contact. As long as it wasn't broken, she'd be alright.
It wasn't. Deirdra had just let her hand drop and brought her face up when Altair was in her face, hissing at her dangerously. The words did not impress her, merely making her raise her dull green gaze to see whether the fire student was telling the truth. It seemed so. Well, she still had no fear of this. When she was assaulted at night by visions and dreams of her father, this tall girl with the overemotional psyche did not stand up to it. Still Deirdra clenched her jaw and towed herself back, further behind the protective walls within herself. Everything ended in time, she told herself. This would be no different.
This was an easier idea to help in theory. When the fire from the lighter touch her skin, pain crossed her face and she pressed the side of her head against the wall. She couldn't scream. No sounds, she couldn't make a sound. A few whimpered escaped her, but that was all. She did not shy away from the heat, and she did not make any sound other than that, though her mind was filled with the desire to scream, the knowledge that she was currently being burned, worse by the second, and the deep conditioning that if she made a sound, things would only get worse.
Still, she panted a bit and forced out a few words in response to Altair, ”Doesn't matter.” A determined, rebellious light entered her eyes for a second as she finished, ”You're no better off than you were last time.” Soon after she said this, she lost her fight again. She pressed her head against the wall and waited for the pain to stop, just as she had many times before. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 21, 2011 20:55:13 GMT -5
Altair didn’t wonder why this girl never fought back. She didn’t care enough about anything to wonder. Chalking it up to being an Earth student, she clicked her tongue as the girl fell back down. She wasn’t truly mad, not as mad as she could be. Which was lucky for Deirdra, seeing as Altair would go into a total rampage. Then the Earth student wouldn’t be so damn lucky. The slow, sadistic method she was using now meant that she wasn’t totally enraged, but still smarting from what Deirdra had intentionally done. Either way, the girl was shit out of luck when it came to the Fire bitch.
Unfortunately, Altair was one to be easily bored. In classes she slept, and sitting in one place for too long made her antsy. She always had to be doing something. And this boredom is one that transfers into violence. She liked it when people fought back, it was a challenge. But she supposed it was just as well that the Earth bitch didn’t fight back—it wouldn’t stop her from setting her alight, if that’s what she thought. It would just make her try harder. Which is why she walked away last time—because she knew she would come back stronger and with better ways to ‘strengthen’ her abilities.
Deirdra spoke as she slumped against the wall with the Fire student’s lighter against her skin. ”Big words coming from a little Earth pussy,” she said, looking at her straight on, blue eyes wide and almost innocent. She was talking when Altair could light her up like a Christmas tree is she felt like it? And she was also obviously in pain as she turned her head against the wall. Who wouldn’t be? Even though Altair wasn’t exceptional or even good at her studies, she still understood how susceptible the Earthies were to fire. ”Get up and face me again, since it’s clear you like following orders so bloody much.” She flicked off the lighter for now, but it was still in her hand, like a dormant giant waiting to be used as a weapon.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 23, 2011 10:10:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So far inside her walls was she, that she wasn't even really listening to the words coming out of the fire girl's mouth. Deirdra knew that if she spoke, it would make things worse. That's how it had been with her father. But Altair failed to make her tremble in fear the same way her father had, failed to make her feel so small and disgusting and worthless. Altair was saying many hurtful things, yes. And the pain was very real, and very hard to handle. But Deirdra couldn't bring herself to be scared of the girl. Just...unhappy. Unhappy with her situation right now.
The taunting didn't affect poor little Deirdra. She bit back against the pain and stood again when she was bade. Her head was aching, and her arm was burning, but she kept herself from trembling yet and simply stood in front of the fire girl in silence. Though she lighter was off, she knew something was coming very soon, perhaps something so bad as a broken bone or a burn even worse than the one she already had. Still, she didn't even try to flee. Deirdra merely prepared herself for the blow she was going to take in the next few seconds. This time, if she was punched or kicked, she would be ready for it and hopefully not slam up against the wall again.
The earth girl brought her other hand up to touch the burned spot gingerly, and to feel the sleeve a few inches above it. Good, it was not even smoldering. Letting her green eyes fall on the eyes of the girl in front of her, Deirdra opened her mouth and let the small amount of temper vent out, ”Why are you doing this?” She asked, her voice rather bored and perhaps just a touch haughty, ”Are you insane or do you simply hate yourself?” |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 23, 2011 22:37:30 GMT -5
Why are you doing this?
Well, well, what a good question. Didn’t Deirdra already know? This is what Altair did, it was what she was good at. Fight was her bread and butter. And playing around with Earth students to practice her element was just a new hobby of hers. ”It’s nothing personal, really,” Altair said dryly. ”I really could care less about you. You’re just another Earth student to me.” Deirdra shouldn’t feel like she’s getting special treatment from Altair. She was just another punching bag for her. ”I do it because I feel like it.” Altair continued to play with her lighter, the flames whipping around like a threat. ”Nothing more, nothing less.” Altair wasn’t deep or philosophical or any of that shit, and this girl probably already realized this.
And did Deirdra really think she could get Altair’s goat with her dry comments? She’d really have to try better to be a smartass, because the Fire girl merely smirked. ”Insane maybe,” she said, looking at her with her stark blue gaze. Perhaps she was a sociopath. Sometimes it seemed that way. ”But I’m far from hating myself.” No, Altair was just quite fine with who she was, bitchiness and all. So nothing this girl said could make her think any less of herself. Instead of another physical attack, Altair let the fire lick out from her lighter and brush against the girls face, smirk still on her face as she did so. It would burn and the girl would end up in the medical wing, but it felt good for Altair. She was really stretching her legs here and seeing what she could do with her powers. A punching bag like Deirdra was good for experimentation, but Altair would also need a real fight eventually so she could really test out her powers.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 25, 2011 10:56:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ”I'm not just another earth student.” Deirdra said, under her breath, as Altair answered her question. It wasn't really meant for the other girl to hear, but for some reason she had to say it. She was far from just another earth student. All these other kids around her, they were so different and happy and lucky with their lives. They had friends and they had confidence. They didn't go insane every few days and wave knives around. No, Deirdra was not just another earth student, even if she wished she could be. She turned her face away from her tormenter as the rest of the words came out.
Heh. Altair, insane? Deirdra peeked at the fire girl, her blank look conveying none of the emotion she was currently feeling. No, she wasn't insane. Not nearly so, not after someone like her father, not after she'd had memories of what she'd almost done during her own episodes of insanity. No, Altair was at least in control of herself. Damnit, why couldn't Deirdra be like that? Any sort of ability to restrain herself would be amazing, even if it came with the cruelty of this girl in front of her. Still, she couldn't keep on that track of thought for very long, as the next attack came.
No. Not the face. Acting much faster than most people would think she was able, Deirdra threw her right arm in front of her face, palm facing outward. She didn't want anything messing up her face. Nothing more that punches and kicks would touch her face. She didn't know why. She just couldn't deal with it. So she let the fire burn her arm, instead, sending searing pain up the very sensitive pain receptors of the forearm. Better than her face. Far, far better. She bit her tongue, hard, in order to keep herself from moving anymore. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 25, 2011 22:33:12 GMT -5
Altair’s lips twitched up into a smile. ”What, you think you’re special?” She took the Earth girl’s chin in her fingers and said, ”Because you’re not. No matter what you say or do, you’re just another grain of sand. You’re just like everyone else.” But Altair wasn’t about to get all philosophical on her punching bag. But she did want her to know that nothing at all stuck out about her. All she did was try for some sarcastic comments and then take whatever is given her. And even if there was something different, something that set her apart, everyone was just the same, down to their ten fingers and ten toes. Everyone died in the end, so did it matter if there was something special about you? Nihilism was something Altair specialized in.
But Deirdra could really count herself lucky in some ways. She had never seen Altair truly angry before. She still hadn’t seen the worse. When she flew off the handle, then the girl would know. There was no stopping her then until she killed the person who made her like that or died herself. If Deirdra did make Altair truly angry, then she wouldn’t just be sent to the medical wing with a few burns. No, she wouldn’t be getting off that easily. Altair watched as the girl defended herself with admirable reflexes, and she narrowed her eyes. ”Would you like to go to the medical wing now?” she asked, her voice dangerously sweet. ”Or would you rather go there with a few more burns to show them?” Her fire swirled around her like her threat manifesting.
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Post by xmarci on Aug 27, 2011 19:17:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Deirdra Rosewood AND I STILL WONDER WHY HEAVEN HAS DIED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ”Wrong.” Deirdra's eyes were suddenly hard, and her gaze turned piercing as they bored into the fire girl's. ”I am less, less than everyone else. I have nothing to lose, and you can do nothing to hurt me.” Something was overcoming her now, something she was trying very hard to fight. Her face turned away, her eyes screwing shut as she felt the fingers slid from her chin. For a few moments, the world was black. Then she smiled, her eyes opening and staring at the floor a ways away from her. Her back hunched a little bit, and she started laughing.
Quiet, at first. Then it grew in volume, until she'd turned maddened eyes on Altair and hissed with venom. ”You, you're so pathetic. Setting yourself up for failure, trying to hurt something that's so broken it can't even feel pain anymore. You'd be better off trying to burn a rock!” She laughed again, actually taking a step toward the girl in front of her. The girl who was a good five inches taller than her, who was the stronger element and who had already proven her ability to hurt Deirdra. She didn't care. Only a small, dying part of her felt fear, and that wasn't because of the girl in front of her. It was because of her entering into another unwanted episode. No, no, stop....
”And you, you're worthless.” She sneered, smirking and laughing like a lunatic after every other word, ”So worthless. Accomplishing nothing with all your hard work. You'll probably die sad and alone, and you actually have a choice. Pathetic. Ugly and gross.” By now, her thought process wasn't even making any coherent sense. Her eyes closed for a second, her hands moving from pocket to pocket in her pants. Sharp. They were obviously searching for something. Sharp, something sharp.
When she opened her eyes again, they fell on her backpack. She had to have something in there, right? A pair of scissors, or something? Something. ”Burn me all you like.” She said, backing away from Altair. She continued to do so, raising a hand and beckoning her toward her. ”Here, shitty shitty. C'mere, Shitty shitty shitty.” |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 27, 2011 19:52:28 GMT -5
Even though Deirdra’s sudden rebuttal surprised her, the Fire girl was still at the ready. ”Woe is you, huh?” Altair said, a glint in her eyes. So she thought she fucking had it tough, that she was goddamn dirt? Please, there were people all around this girl worse off than her. But again, that didn’t set her apart. It didn’t make any difference. But then, she decided to play this to her advantage. ”But you’re right. You are less. Like dirt, like all the other Earth students.” Altair watched with mild interest as the girl closed her eyes and seemed as if she was collecting herself or some shit. She didn’t care. But then Deirdra was laughing and she lifted her eyebrow, lips twitching into a frown. The fuck…?
Then she was spitting out words as if she could make a difference, again with the ‘woe is me’ attitude. ”Cry me a fucking river,” Altair said sardonically. This girl probably had a tough past, she didn’t know, and she didn’t care. So it made her wonder why Deirdra was even saying these things. ”You’re broken, eh? Well get a goddamn therapist and stop telling me about your problems. Because everyone has shit. You're not fucking special.”
[/color] She knew it was a way for the girl to get her to lay off, but it certainly wasn’t going to work. For all Altair cared, the Earth bitch was just using her as a brick wall to shout and holler at. Well, at least it was different than usual. The fact that she was fighting back—even verbally—still meant Altair had gotten to her in some way, at least. ”And by the way, unless you’re even more of a dumbass than I think, Fire beats Earth. You can talk as big as you want, Fire is still going to burn you thanks to how susceptible you are.” Altair rolled her eyes after saying this. She didn’t even pay much attention and class, yet she was smart enough to understand things like the fact she was weak against a Water student. Sure, she’d fight, and she’d still end up exhausted and soaked. This girl was not immune to elemental weaknesses. It seemed like she was close to snapping. Ah well. Didn’t matter to Altair that this bitch was practically foaming at the mouth. Besides, her ego was so much nothing this girl said could affect her. It was strange, the fact that her temper wasn’t even being riled. No, she was more amused by this. ”Interesting how you came to these conclusions when you don’t even bloody know me,” she shot back smoothly. Perhaps it was her ego that wouldn’t allow her to get mad with what this girl was snarling about. Perhaps pride told her that she didn’t give a damn what anyone said, because she knew just who she was. She certainly didn’t give a damn about other people’s words and their voices and their blah blah blahs. There was only a few things she cared about at all. ”What, are you going to be my therapist now, you crazy bitch?” If this girl thought that Altair was going to scream and run away as she searched in her pockets for god knows what, she was dead wrong. Altair watched as the girl opened her eyes. ”Well aren’t you fucking cute,” Altair said, shaking her head as the bitch backed away from her. Earth students weren’t very threatening even when they did a total shift in personality. It just made them fucking hilarious. ”But since you asked,” she said, flicking the ignition of her lighter and letting her flames lash out in a hot, wild burst. She knew that no matter what Deirdra said, she wouldn’t last long against the Fire. She was Earth and she was susceptible to these flames, which she kept taking direct hits from. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she’d already be feeling a drain. You could be as cocky as you want—didn’t change the things you were physically weak to. [/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
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