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Post by bellatrix on Oct 2, 2011 2:27:22 GMT -5
 
Eniko couldn’t help but wince as she got dressed. The scar stretching all across her front, from her left shoulder to the inside of her right hip, was not really a scar yet. 120 stitches were still implanted firmly in her. The doctors said it would be a month until she was able to move freely again, and it might never be the same. She would always have a ugly scar. A scar that ruined her dreams. a scar that served as a daily reminder of her past. It disgusted her. She had to have surgery in the end, and that wouldn’t have had to happen if she hadn’t bled out so much she bet. The only reason she was left there bleeding was because the butler had to decide between her life, and the possibility of the news finding out about this and ruining her parent’s careers. Of course, that was the sick and twisted way of the world. In the end it was actually her brother, the one who did this to her, who called the hospital. She wished he didn’t She wished she had just been left there to bleed out. Save her from this shit hole of a world. But no, that would be too merciful.
Because she couldn’t bend over, Eniko had to hire people to move her stuff into the dorm, as awkward of a first impression that probably made. Not that she minded what others thought. The movers put everything up high, and nothing required her to bend over to get it. Even the bed was raised to accommodate. Putting on pants was too hard though, so Eniko was stuck wearing dressed. Today she slipped on a black dress. When she looked down though she noticed with distaste that her scar was showing prominently out the top of the dress. In the future Eniko knew she’s have to wear turtlenecks or jackets to hide it. Well, those could be worked out fashionably she supposed. She threw on a Valentino Ruffled trenchcoat over it. It was a gift from her first modeling with them for her hard work. It was also one of her first big modeling breaks.
The shoes were the hardest for Eniko to get on due to the fact they had sippers. It hurt however she moved, so after a moment of frustration at not being able to zip the booties up, she sucked it up and bent over, wincing through the pain as she zipped them up. When she stood back to her full height she had to concentrate to make sure that the stitches and everything was still ok. It seemed so. With a mental groan Eniko reached over and picked her book bag off of the shelf. She couldn’t have a shoulder bag or a backpack until she completely healed. Sure, the doctors had given her Vicodin for the pain, but Eniko got the curse of being immune to painkiller from her father. Perhaps it had something to do with her element. Either way.
Eniko walked through the school halls. It was later in the evening, around seven, so classes were over. Her first day there though, she wanted to get a scope of the school. It was a freaky ass mansion, that much she knew. She didn’t feel like walking up or down stairs though, so she stuck to the hallway on the base floor. She saw a classroom that she thought was on her schedule and opened the door, walking in and leaving it like that. It was obvious that it wasn’t it though, due to the fact that it looked pretty abandoned. There were also surprisingly three people already in it. Two girls and a guy. They seemed to be giggling and discussing nonsense. Things that discussed Eniko. She just scoffed and rolled her eyes, making to move back out when she heard the chairs they were sitting in scrape against the floor. She looked back to watch them leave. One of the girls decided that she was too close to the door and bumped her shoulder. The shoulder that held the wound. Of course, that resulted in Eniko wincing and dropping the school bag, the contents sprawling all over the place. Why had she even brought it?
Eniko’s first reaction was to storm over and punch the girl in the face. She restrained though, for two reasons. First, she wasn’t feeling up to getting kicked out for beating up three poor student, and the second was because her stitches would probably open. When just walking was causing her discomfort, fighting would probably be a bitch. No, instead Eniko was stuck in the center of the classroom staring at the stuff on the floor with a frown. She moved to bend over, but when she got to an 80% angle the pain was a little too much. Instead the angry girl moved to try and kick her stuff back into her bag with her foot, too little success.
WORDCOUNT:: 833
MUSICPLAYING:: Whispers in the dark - skillet
CURRENTMOOD:: Proud!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: um Lili's char...
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=37735986] THIS
AUTHORSNOTES:: Haha.... hah.... ha... yeah >.>
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Post by lili3 on Oct 2, 2011 14:10:57 GMT -5
Pyson leaned back in the rather uncomfortable library chair he'd been sitting in for the better part of the past two or three hours. He sighed heavily and with the palms of his hands on the edge of the table, part for leverage and part for balance, he tipped the chair back on its two legs and just rocked back and forth on it like that for a minute or two. Strange as it might have looked he was trying to decide weather or not he wanted to keep sitting here beating his brains into these books or if he wanted to call it a night and actually let the librarian close on time tonight. Finally he put the chair back down and collected the books he'd been studying from. "I'll put those away Mr. Sato" The librarian rushed over to him and took the books almost as soon as she'd seen him stand. It made him chuckle to himself because he knew how badly she wanted him out of here, she'd had to close up late the past three days in a row thanks to him. Least he could do now was cut her some slack, he supposed. He walked over to the large double doors and grabbed the black leather coat off the coat wrack and with it over one arm he slid his shoulder bag over the other and pushed one of the doors open, bidding the librarian good night as he did. There was no reply and he laughed again as he set out into the hallway.
Seven fifteen and he was already done studying, what was he going to do with himself now.. He could always wander down to the music room and play for a bit, though he was positive that the teachers who's offices were across the hall were also tired of him being around that area so late in the day while they were grading papers and getting their other teacherly things done. So for their sakes he nixed that idea too. Only things left were to go back to the dorm or drive out to town and grab some food. He didn't really want to go back to the dorms, though he hadn't seen much of Ged recently so it might have been nice, but at the moment food sounded nicer. He hung a left and began down another hall, this one a bit of a short cut back to the front of the school and a much lesser used rout, when he heard voices. More specifically laughing voices. Gossiping teens no doubt, a faint little snarl flashed over Pyson's pretty face-- but only for a split second, barely noticeable. Unlike the girl he spotted standing in the doorway. Pretty little thing in a long black dress, well at least from what he could see at this distance, and judging by her attempt to turn and leave she had no taste for the giggles of the others either.
He watched the whole scene play out as he walked slowly down the hall toward the supposed to be empty room, he saw the pretty blonde get shoved around by the other girl, knocking her bag clean out of her hand. Was that a look of pain on the girls face? He didn't recognize any of the four involved but he was very sure that he hadn't liked the way they'd pushed the obviously injured girl around. That was one thing that always annoyed him about people at this school, always so bitchy. When the girl who'd knocked into Eniko came walking past him, he very casually stretched out his long arms with a very fake yawn and knocked the girls bag out of her hand. He just smirked and kept on walking. He kept on walking with every intention of not stopping period until he reached his car, but then he saw the blonde struggling with her things, it didn't seem she was able to bend over. He took a step past the open doorway then froze mid stride, he couldn't very well just let her go on struggling like that. He turned around, walked through the door and sat his coat and bag on the table right inside. He looked down and the sprawled out mess on the floor then up to the girl who was facing away from him. Girls always carried so much .. Stuff. He bent down slowly picking a few things up with his slender hands and as he stood up he cleared his throat a bit to get her attention and held his hands out to deposit her things back into her bag for her. "I think you dropped something." His voice fell out smooth like butter, though the comical streak was unmistakeable-- not that he was making fun of her, just trying to get the girl to smile.
Words: 812
Looks: Clicky
Tags: Bella~
Notes: D'aww he's bein' nice..
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Post by bellatrix on Oct 2, 2011 15:22:19 GMT -5
Eniko looked up in time to see the girl, the same one that had nudged her drop her own bag. She didn’t see the cause, but she did think to herself ‘karma’s a bigger bitch than you eh?’. Unfortunately, the embarrassed gossiped didn’t have as much of a problem picking up her stuff as Eniko did. With a roll of her eyes she returned to using her heel to try and gather some stuff up. It wasn’t working as well as she would have liked though. So far she hadn’t gotten a single item in her bag, which was a little embarrassing. Maybe if she knelt or something? But what if she couldn’t get back up without reopening the stitches? Eniko really didn’t want to go back to the hospital. She hated those places. They reeked of sterile death. Such an ironic and disgusting smell.
When she heard a noise like a cough or something, Eniko turned her whole body around too look. A man was holding out her stuff. Eniko stared at him for a minute, not sure how to react. Why did he help her? More accurately, what did he want from her that would make him help her? To Eniko, there was no such thing as a good deed brought forth from good will. For that would be implying that good will existed. No, Eniko was reminded far too often of how unrealistic that was. She had a mark all across her body to prove it. She stared down at him. He was shorter than her by a few inches. That was no surprise though due to the fact that Eniko was 5’11 and therefore a great deal taller than nearly any other girl in the school she would bet. Her height used to also be a great advantage when it came to modeling. They liked them under six feet, but over 5’10. That made her nearly perfect for it.
The boy was good looking. At first she thought he might be a little too cute for her taste, but it was probably his heritage. He was Asian she could tell. Not Indian or Russian… she would bet he was either Thai or Japanese. Modeling with two Koreans, she knew that his facial structure didn’t fit it. Yes, Eniko had an eye for bone structure. It was something any model did. Eniko had to stop her mind before it went to inappropriate places though. Right now she was more focused on her stuff. She took it back from him, and listened to his words. The tone itself was not mocking, but the words were. She raised an eyebrow and studied him for a moment longer. This was how Eniko typically reacted. She would stare at the stranger for a minute, as if trying to understand them, before she ever said anything.
Normally, she would probably have snarled back at him. Saying she didn’t need the help of a pretty boy or something rude like that. But, the fact remained that he had helped her. Besides, right now Eniko wasn’t feeling like fighting. She was angry at the world as always, but she wasn’t in the mood to actually take her anger out on someone. So, instead of saying something rude, Eniko said. “Yeah. Thanks.” She moved to put her bag over her shoulder, but realized as she raised her arm that that was her injured one. With a sigh she lowered it back down. The blonde Asian was still there, and Eniko was suspicious. Being that person, she couldn’t refrain from bluntly asking: “Why’d ya help me? What d’ya want?”
WORDCOUNT:: 833
MUSICPLAYING:: Whispers in the dark - skillet
CURRENTMOOD:: Proud!
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: um Lili's char...
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=37735986] THIS
AUTHORSNOTES:: Haha.... hah.... ha... yeah >.>
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