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Post by ayden on Oct 2, 2011 18:40:38 GMT -5
There was a burning sensation growing on Ayden's arm. He gave a cry if pain as he looked at his redding skin. The guys in front of him just laughed at his pain. Ayden wasn't a fighter, he was very much a lover. He may look buff, but Ayden was far from being able to hit someone. Obviously, Ayden was able to fight them with his element, but he hated violence. Ayden watched as one of the boys started to set fire to his guitar. "Please, please don't,
[/color]" the boy begged. The guy laughed, and Ayden's guitar went up in flames. Yes, there were tears in Ayden's eyes as his precious Sabby charred to a crisp. When the guys were done, Ayden's arms were burnt and his guitar was done. Ayden picked himself up, and tried to make his way to the medical wing. You know, he wasn't even sure why those guys messes with him. He never did anything to them before; so why mess with him? Ayden would wipe the tears the streaked his face, but he could barely move his arms. It was times like this Ayden wish he were more violent and less of a pushover. Ayden continued to grumble all the way to the medical wing. When he entered, the nurse rushed him to a bed and began to tend to his wounds. Obviously the nurse couldn't make his burns go away, but she did wrap them, and give him some pain medication. She told him that he should stay in the medical wing for the remainder of the day. She began to ask him who did this to him, but honestly Ayden had no idea. The nurse clucked her tounge, and walked away from him. Ayden sighed, and leaned his head back against the pillow and startes to drift to sleep. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 2, 2011 20:00:46 GMT -5
 Altair didn’t know which she hated more—Earth students or Water students. As she stomped down to the medical wing, shivering and soaked, she decided that it was Water. She hated going to the place, though. She may have liked things nice and clean, but hospital settings were too clean. And they reminded her of the accident that had gotten her addicted to Vicodin. Don’t think of it, don’t think of it. It was times like these, with scrapes on her body from being thrown into a tree, that she felt the most powerful urges to write up another perscription for a drug she really didn’t need. It was times like these that she wanted to fall back into the cycle that had destroyed she and her sisters.
She gave the nurses a glare, one of them asked what happened. ”Water students happened,” she grated out. And this time, she actually hadn’t started it. One of the bitches thought it’d be funny to get revenge for a guy she’d fucked up before. And here she was, shuddering and shaking and hating the goddamn world. The nurse seemed tentative around the wrathful girl, and Altair shrugged off the jacket to let the Fire elemental dry her off and take a look at the cuts. She was bandaged up quickly enough, and in her head she was just grumbling about feeling like an invalid.
The nurse gave her the option of staying for a while, and she figured it’d be better than going back to class. On her way to find a bed, someone occupying one caught her eye. ”Ayden right?” the Fire bitch asked in an almost-conversational tone. She recognized him from around, and he hadn't given her a reason yet to hate his guts. She wasn’t too pissed now that she was all clean, but that wasn’t a lot when it came to her. She was still shaking and going over ideas of murdering the water studdent population in her head. ”Who fucked you up?” Hopefully he could distract her and keep her busy in this fucking hell hole. She really hated about everything right now.
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Post by ayden on Oct 3, 2011 20:45:49 GMT -5
Ayden woke up startled to hear someone else in the medical wing. He glanced over to see a blonde girl-he believed her to be Altair- and saw she was soaking wet. Ayden felt bad for her; he could only imagine himself as a Fire student and beging soaked like that. Ayden shook his head in disappointment at people in today's world. He didn't understand why people were so rude. The boy sat up, and watched as the Fire nurse dried the girl off, and allowed her to stay the rest of the day. Ayden smiled slightly at the girl when she asked if he was Ayden.
He nodded, and said, "Yes, I am. You must be Altair; I've heard about you around school.
[/color]" His voice came out softly. Ayden wasn't judging her; it wasn't his job too. He tried his hardest to accept people for who they were, and not what he hears. Ayden gave a slight frown when she asked what happen to him. " Couple of Fire guys decided it would be cool to try, and fry my arms off. Then torch my guitar,[/color]" Ayden's voice came out sad, and quietly. His blue eyes looked over her softly for a moment, then glanced away. For a few moments Ayden said nothing, but then he turned back to the girl. " So, were you the target of a prank for some Water students, or pissed them off?[/color]" He asked her. Water students were funny like that; pranking people for no reason. It's why Ayden stayed away from them. Well, he stayed away from everyone if he could. sorry it sucks[/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/quote] |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 4, 2011 15:37:12 GMT -5
Altair snorted at Ayden’s words. She didn’t ask what he’d heard, didn’t care about the rumors. People talking shit on her and her sisters when she was right in front of them, yeah, that was a problem. She really didn’t care otherwise—she had enough to worry about. ”Yeah, we’re kind of famous,” she drawled, her voice hard. But ‘we’re’ she meant the ‘Bennetts’—including Syria, because no matter what happened to her, she would always be a triplet. They would always be triplets, and death couldn’t change that.
When Ayden spoke of what had brought him to this place, he sounded like a wounded animal. ”That’s Fire students for you,” she said simply. She didn’t do sympathy, couldn’t tell him, “Aww, that sucks. You all right?” She wasn’t wired that way, even though she understood it was a cruel thing for her allies to do. But she spoke the truth—not like Fire was the nicest element. ”Get a new guitar,” was the only thing she could offer to the poor boy.
During the silence, Altair chose a bed next to his, wishing they had magazines or something. Cosmo or Highlights, she didn’t even fucking care at the moment. ”Both,” she said in her firm voice, her eyes cold and lips curling up into a scowl. ”Kicked one of their friend’s asses before. Revenge. Not like I didn’t give them a fucking run for their money.” She did a nimber on them, the little bastards, but mostly because they were in the same grade. She came out with the worse of it, though, as shown by the bandages covering scrapes.
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Post by ayden on Oct 5, 2011 23:34:35 GMT -5
Ayden grimanced at the girl's snort. Obviously she had taken his words the wrong way. Now he'd have to explain that he meant her no disrespect, and it wasn't his place to judge. Ayden frowned for a moment before responding. Trying to find the right words were a difficult thing when Ayden had no people skills. "I meant no disrespect to you. Or your sisters for that matter,
[/color]" his voice came out low, and his accent laid on thick. Damn that British accent. It was the one thing Ayden hated about beidng raised around a Brit and Canadian. Now it was Ayden's turn to snort; get a new guitar? Get a new guitar? Ayden took a deep breath, and realized that she didn't know Sabby was a limited edition Fender. It took him three years to save up for her. Instead of being rude, Ayden quietly said, " I would, but that is impossible. Sabby was a 3,000$ limited edition Fender guitar. Sign by Kurt Cobain himself[/color]" Ayden turned his blue eyes to look at her. Quite honestly, Ayden didn't expect her to give a flying fuck about the guitar, but still. Aden couldn't help but chuckle at her. She had so much agression, and was directing it the wrong way. If she did something boxing, she'd be amazing. " That sucks. A lot.[/color]" Ayden gave her a small smirk, then looked at her again. " You know, I bet you'd make a great model. Have you ever posed for someone to draw or paint you? Even done modeling or something,[/color]" Ayden asked her with eagerness in his voice. Altair would be perfect for him to paint. She had such perfect features, and Ayden woukd love to capture it on paper. totally wasn't jamming to pictures of you xD don't mine Ayden's nerd-ness of his Fender or painting lol[/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 6, 2011 17:14:06 GMT -5
Altair could really use a cigarette right then, but of course she wouldn’t be allowed to in the medical wing. She steered her always cold eyes toward Ayden. ”Never said you did.” Her gaze was like a challenge now, as they usually did. ”But let’s hope you keep it that way.” Any words spoken against her sisters were a direct offfense to her, and a reason to go fisticuffs. Sisters. She realized then that he’d actually used the plural form, and Altair almost appreciated that. But the feeling of gratitude quickly passed—she didn’t entertain things like that for too long at all.
He seemed almost offended by what she said about the guitar, and she could only snark in her head. What, so you don’t want to buy a new guitar? Your loss. But before she could saying anything in her usual blunt fashion, he told her why that guitar was so important. ”You named your guitar,” she said slowly, as if trying to comprehend. Fucking weird douche bag guitar kids. Her image of those who played guitar were either the sensitive, long-haired dude who liked to get into girls pants or the wanna-be rockstar who could only play three chords. ”Well, you can dig him up and maybe he’ll sign it again.” What she lacked in sympathy she made up for in sarcasm.
Ayden stated the obvious, so she didn’t respond to that. She usually only bitched with her sisters—Rowena alone now, and she had stopped in that lately. The girl had her own problems, she didn’t need Altair’s. But what the guy said next interested her, which she would not like to admit. She didn’t want people to know she cared about anything. ”Ex-model,” she stated simply, her fingers twitching a bit, as if begging for a cigarette between them. The smirk she wore was dry and cold. ”Thanks for noticing.” Of course, it didn’t sound like an actual thank you and it wasn’t. Altair took notice of Ayden’s energy, and so she decided to ask, ”You draw?” It was spoken without much of a tone—she was actually quite drained from the fight.
[UNFF, AYDEN'S ADORABLE. <33]
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Post by ayden on Oct 7, 2011 8:31:55 GMT -5
So, it was apparent that Ayden had the social skills of a deaf/mute person. Even then his were still worse. Ayden looked at Altair from the cornor of his eyes, and resisted the urge to cackle at her inadverted threat. Though he may try to put on a tough front, in the back of his mind he was freaking out. Obviously she too had the social skills of a deaf, mute, and blind woman. "I'm not sure why you feel you have to threat me, but I'll just ignore it. I think you knew good and well I meant no disrespect, yet you threaten me like it's suppose to mean something,
[/color]" Ayden wasn't really sure what caused him to blurt that out, but he said it with more confidence than he felt. Honestly, Ayden would've peed himself if he could, but seeing as though he was suppose to be manly and all, he couldn't pee himself. With a deep breath, Ayden pinched the bridge of his nose. Obviously the girl didn't have a clue. Not one freaking as to what he was saying. It was like she couldn't speak basic English. It was strangs for Ayden to want to be so snappy towards her. It was almost like she was asking for it, but Ayden got the feeling she was normally like this. " Yes, I named my guitar. Does that bother you?[/color]" he asked her. Ayden was becoming impatient with her. Breath Ayden,breath. Instead of responding to her last comment, he decided to ignore it. He looked at her pointedly. Why was she like this? What had the world done to her to make her such a bitch? " I can tell. And you are so very welcome,[/color]" he said with sarcasm. If she wanted to play like that, Ayden could fail play too. His blue eyes watched as her hands twitched, and he turned away slightly. So, she had a problem. " Draw, paint, photography, ectra. Why do you ask?[/color]" Curiousity spiked Ayden when she asked. Most non-artists couldn't tell. Unless you were just that good. [ DUDE <3 Ayden is gonna go ham on Altair any minute xD ] [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 8, 2011 1:11:07 GMT -5
Apparently, Ayden didn’t understand her personality, and that was okay. It may have not been the safest thing for him, however. She blinked at him as if she was just about to let well enough alone, but that wasn’t Altiar’s style either. ”I suggest you pay attention,” she said coldly. ”Because I don’t like to repeat myself. I get that you weren’t being disrespectful, I was just warning you for the next time you open your bloody mouth.” She rolled her eyes, crossed her arms. This is why she didn’t like to deal with people. They pissed her off too easily.
She tilted her head to the side, giving him an exasperated look. ”Again, you’re assuming shit. The fuck do you think you are, psychic? It was goddamn statement.” And there went her mouth, as if she wasn’t already bad with it. Jesus, she thoguht she would have been able to tolerate him, but it seemed as if he just didn’t get it. He was putting words into her mouth, which Altair didn’t appreciate. When she wanted to say something, she said it. There was no filter.
She had nothing to respond to his sarcasm with, because she knew they would be threats. And sitting in the medical wing, she had the common sense now not to immediately throw herself into a fight. She was getting better with that at least. Now if only she could get her temper under control. ”My sister,” she snapped irritably. ”She’s an artist and you might not irritate her as much as you do me.” Altair tried to cool herself down. He was an artist. Ro was an artist, and that girl… Altair wanted to see her happy again, and she knew that having someone to talk to, relate to would be good for her. She shook her head. Why did she even bother?
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