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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 10, 2009 12:21:44 GMT -8
Once again, Kevala found herself running through the park in the middle of the night. The voices finally starting to die down as sweat formed a light layer of her face and neck. Stray locks of brown hair, which had fallen loose from her ponytail now sticking to her cheeks. But she could not stop. Not until they were silent.
She was not going to break down and call Gabriel. It was not an option. She could handle this. She just knew it.
Dressed in a pair of black workout pants and a black tank top, she wore her jacket over it, open in the front.
It was a cool night, but the running she had been working on for the last two hours was keeping her plenty warm. She knew she should stop. Her legs were killing her, and the fact that they both had suffered severe damage made the pain all the more apparent.
But she was not willing to let herself stop. No, she would keep pushing until she could not push anymore. It was how she lived her life lately. Always doing anything she could to get stronger, better...no matter what it took.
People talked about how much time she spent with Gabriel. All sorts of rumors flying about the two, though she knew the truth. She was in love with him, but he was in love with somebody else...She would never be with him, but he was her best friend regardless. She would do anything for that man and to do such, she had to push herself. So, she trained with him on a near daily basis.
Not to mention her training with David, and everyone else she could get her hands on. Sure. She hated fighting, but it was all she really could think of to help her. She would do anything to achieve her goal.
Drawing in quick and steady breaths, she would once more reach the center of the park. The only light coming from lights that lined the walkway. Not much but better than nothing. She was no stranger to the darkness anyways.
In fact, she welcomed it. At least there, no hurt could befall you. Nobody could come along and destroy your happiness with a single word. Nobody could harm you.
So unlike the world she was forced to live in. The one where everyday she woke up in pain both physical and emotional. One where she had to push forward just to make it to the night.
Growling at her train of thought, she ignored the protest of her legs and sped up. No, it all had to stop. The thoughts, the voices..everything.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 11, 2009 18:15:24 GMT -8
Then Let Us Not Speak Whistling.
There could be many reasons as to why a man would go to a park in the middle of the night as to opposed to the beginning or end of a night. There could be many reasons as to why a man would go to a park in the middle of the night with a woman running through it. Drugs, sex, ambushes, kidnappings, health, exercise, the feel of night time, anything, everything, nothing.
Was whistling one of them?
Unlikely.
Yet the whistling went to a certain guitar strum...
The moon was no friend of the park tonight, choosing rather to spend its company in the presence behind a series of darkened clouds. Only a few lights here and there lit up the path, lights that were dim, needing maintenance, on the verge of breaking down. Some lights emanated nothing but more darkness, glass broken, wires burned out, electricity having run its course. Melodious, long breaths of air played out in recognition of this dark arena, away from the cement walkways, outside of the area of the path.
Intakes of breath skillfully played on the lips as the person meandered on at his own pace, remembering things of good times and bad, pondering how the world went on, spinning in spite of everyone else.
That freedom that people could choose for themselves.
The reasons of this person went vastly unknown, but at the sound of the pitter-pattering of the shoes of a woman running through, the whistling blew out more, playing more on the stacattos of the guitar even more strongly then before, as if to call out. Growing closer, though only small steps were taken.
If it were anyone else, the hidden whistler would suspect that this person would only run faster, and he, being so weighed down both physically and mentally would be incapable of catching up.
Varying the tune, adding on his own notes to help orchestrate the dramatics, the sadness, the acceptance of the situation, the hope that glimmered like a small candle in a forest continued to call out to the runner, as the whistler walked at his own pace.
There was a reason, of course.
This may be the wrong person and he could be entirely wrong...
...But he remembered, for some reason, the girl who stood up next to the masked man during Victor's meeting. The first to do so, with this willingness to accept the risk and plunge herself into an illogical situation.
For some reason, the whistler gambled on the fact that he could successfully beckon this mysterious figure to approach the source. Not out of stupidity, not out of naive curiosity...
"Unfettered" in his slow walking, with this seemingly aged look to his face, if given the chance would eventually walk his way into an area where a lamppost still could shine to reveal his shadowed figure just in front of the runner.
Whistling, whistling, whistling, recalling stories of the past, recalling stories that were happening, calling to stories that would occur.
Face held up high, as the lamppost's light flickered.
Black Hades Coat, jeans, a scarf, the sweat of a man who's Qi was ice, the upturned face, the long white hair, the blue eyes, the Nazi eye-patch, as he looked up into the sky with this look of wonder and perhaps amusement at the evening sky's stars that barely had a chance to play out themselves in what would have been a poetic manner.
Whistling, whistle, whistler...
A pause, as he went to take one completely silent breath of air---
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 11, 2009 19:05:22 GMT -8
She continued running, hearing the sound of a whistle. Though it was faint at first. She raised her brow, mind playing over the many things that could possibly be waiting up ahead.
She was not stupid, she knew the many dangers that lurked in the dark shadows that the area could hold. Knowing full and well that at any turn there could be some criminal with evil desires that they would cast upon her small and seemingly defenseless form.
But she was more than capable of taking care of such low life scum. It was the males of her school, the teachers and the students alike that she feared most.
But even then, Kevala was too head strong and stubborn to allow those men to get to her. She had suffered many a beating at their hands and would continue to do so until she was strong enough to no longer have to suffer the pain they wished to inflict upon her.
Standing at only five feet four inches, her frame small and petite, she looked nothing like what one would expect a fighter to look like. But inside her, something else brewed and threatened to rear its ugly little head on a daily basis.
The whistling grew closer now, and though she knew her pace should have sped up, or perhaps turned back in the direction of home. Of safety. She forged on.
She would not allow some person, who was merely whistling a tune, deter her from her path. What would that make her? Weak. Pathetic.
It was unexceptable.
So she continued on, drawing in steady, and paced breaths. Controlling her breathing and her heart rate as she forced her legs, which were screaming in protest, to keep up the pace she currently held.
Slowly the whistling grew louder, closer, the tune becoming more clear. But from the way it seemed, it was as though the one releasing those sounds had stopped in their movements.
Again her mind tried to reason with her.
~Turn around idiot~
~Why? So that I can be like every other weakling out there?~
~No, so you can stay alive.~
~Pft!~
~Who would take care of the twins? Of Spike?.......Who would be there for Gabriel?~
That slowed her down some. The twins she love with all her heart and though she tried her best, sometimes she worried that she was not the best mother for them.
Spike...well she rarely saw him. He was always off with Leon training. Working on his power. Being the Vanguard or the Sudeki clan was apparently some great deal. Though he did not tell her much about it.
Gabriel............
The thought of leaving him did hurt. It stopped her selfish thoughts. Sure, he had another, but she was still not about to let something happen to him. Despite the difference in their feelings for each other.
Maybe turning back was best....
But it was then, straight ahead of her, those icy hues fell upon the male captured within the flickering light. He looked familiar. Where had she seen this man before?
Instantly her memory struggling for the answer, shifting through memories and data that she kept stored. Then it hit her.
The last Black Knights' meeting. He had shown up, taking a seat at the table with Gabriel and Victor. Though of course nobody had known at the time it was Gabriel.
She slowed her pace to a cautious walk now. Reaching up and pushing back the hood of her jacket to reveal her delicate features and soft brown hair. Those icy hues cautious and yet holding a hint of friendliness in them.
She was not here to make a new enemy this night. Nor was she here to be mean or rude to a person who did not deserve it.
Instead she would take a few more steps toward him. Not allowing her own personal hesitation hinder her actions.
Once she was a sufficient distance from him...Close enough to see well his features, yet far enough to stay from within grabbing distance she would speak up softly.
"Here I was thinking that I was the only one who came to this place in the odd hours of the night."
A friendly smile offered as she let those eyes lock upon his. Seeking, searching for any sign of intent. She was not sure what this meeting could possibly mean....why they had been chosen to run into each other this night, but it would prove interesting she was certain.
Middle of the night run ins usually did.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 12, 2009 19:03:10 GMT -8
OOC: Please keep in mind, "Unfettered's" current stats in the side bar are inaccurate, and he is drastically weaker then as he is presented here.The Power Of Labels Instinct? Trust? Luck? An unspoken agreement? Foolishness? Fate? A number of things combined or singled out could be any cause in general, but for the sake of the point, the girl for one reason or another did approach him. "Unfettered" had to give the girl credit: For any curiosity that may have driven the girl to meet him, she was no fool in herself, even as she approached him, yet was strong enough to put in an investment of trust."Here I was thinking that I was the only one who came to this place in the odd hours of the night." The German admired the gamble that the girl had placed stock in him. Yes, that girl whose blue eyes shone through the darkness, needing only a little light to help illuminate her presence.---A strong person stood before him as of right now. The feeling was in the air---why else would she stand before him?
His track of air flowed into his mouth where he promptly closed his lips to hum through his nose to a louder, stronger version of the same tune, slowly bending his knees to sit down, as he would lean back with his arms planted behind him to support a leaning-back sort of position, 'til he ran out of breath to only breath again."Kekekeke... Amusing," the German replied loud enough just for the girl to just barely hear his moderately strong, low German accent, but his eye was still up in the sky, looking for something. This too was not without purpose.
By sitting down... it would mean it would take him a second or three more to actually potentially get up to even try and strike at the figure---a sign that he was letting down his guard around her. However, it was unconfirmed if it was because he was strong, or...
...Or....
No touch of insincerity played on "Unfettered's" face. Rather, the German possessed a serious but happy feel in his body---that is, if that was truly a "happy" feeling, considering previous events. Playing his tongue out to wet his dry lips, he finally hunched forward so as to bend his spine quietly, resting his elbows on his knees as he switched into an Indian-style mannerism of sitting, tucking his hands towards his inner thighs, as he'd peer over in the flickering light to get as good of a look as he could of this mysterious person. This mysterious, familiar person.
Hehe... mysterious."You bring up an amusing thought..."
"Why iz zis considered an odd part of the night? What makes it odd?" he would continue with his hypothetical, before slowly leaning himself even more forward to push himself up by the elbows before sauntering himself into an upright position, if only to lean backwards and stretch, closing his eye briefly to yawn. The controversial eye-patch was revealed as the hair covering it moved past behind his ear, before he stood completely erect again, if still leaning forward to cast his hair upon himself on purpose, perhaps?
A smile."Regardless... you came. I won't ask vy."His hands were covered with his Ares War Gloves... Gloves he flicked to his hair to help straighten it behind himself while gathering the bunches of strands, as if to make it into a pony-tail before stopping halfway."Labels, labels, labels, titles, the Student Hierarchy," his voice began in a soft, sing-song manner while turning his head around in a up-and-down circle, continuing, "the Black Knights, gangs, organizations, groups, people, voting---voting," emphasizing that last one by aiming the right eye angle of his face towards her, his eye completely open.
Still smiling, still smiling, looking at her curiously."In the end, that was a pointless affair, wasn't it?" talking as if he knew all the details; talking, perhaps, because he may know all the details...?"Labels, titles, stereotypes... pointless, because the people of 259 no longer respect them, no longer recognize them, yet zey have ze purpose of helping people understand and categorize things. Meaning zey have a point. Meaning it iz hypocrisy.""Or...?"Smiling, grinning, smiling, grinning, he eyed the girl curiously, amused.
Taking a step towards her... and then another step. Another step. Another step. He'd stop immediately if she began to retreat, but he'd stop if he was just three feet away from her."This is not the 'odd hours of the night,' are zey?"His hand extended for a shake, with genuine warmth and perhaps good intention? Something more? Something less? Something simple? The only for sure consistent was the warm smile he kept at her, looking at those blue eyes, before bowing his head slightly to her."Guten tag, mein gut Fräulein."'Tonight, we meet for whatever reason's reason.'
Reason...?
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 12, 2009 19:26:37 GMT -8
Those icy hues remained on the male as he spoke, every move he made taken into account. She was not stupid, by no means what-so-ever. She watched, with cautious eyes, even as he took a more relaxed position.
How many times had Gabriel or David appeared to be relaxed and yet managed to quickly put her in her place? Heh. More times than she could count actually.
She would say nothing. Letting him speak of the night, of the school and the Black Knights. Yes, it all was very interesting and yet very true. None of it had made much sense in the end. There had been no real point. But yet it had occurred.
The only thing to have come from that night was a clear division of sides, and even then, there were those who had chosen to follow another as soon as the weight of power had shifted.
She had noticed the way his eyes shifted to her at the comment of voting. Knowing full and well what he was speaking of. The night she had gone against everyone else and chosen Gabriel over Victor.
Kevala stood proud in the fact that she had not once swayed from where she had vowed to stand. Beside Gabriel. She did not care if the man held all the power in the world or if he held none at all. She would still stand beside him. Follow him into anything, and nothing would change that.
Then the man was up, again moving. This time in her direction. The common sense part of her brain begged her to retreat, to step back away from this one who could possibly beat her into nothingness without so much as a second thought. She did not know what power he had or did not have.
But it was always safer to assume the person before you was stronger. It kept you from getting too cocky and ending up with your ass handed to you.
Yet, she was stubborn and head strong to say the very least, and instead of taking a step back, she would stand her ground. Letting him approach her. All the while those eyes following his moves, watching for any sign of his body shifting for some form of attack.
"Perhaps it is not such odd hours for once such as ourselves. For me it is just another part of my never ending day. But to some, such hours seem to slip from their existence. Therefore becoming odd when they find themselves having to muddle through them."
Then his hand was offered, and a single step toward him was given. A show of her lack of fear or her determination? Either way, it was done as her small hand extended in return.
"Hello. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. The last time we were in the same room, I believe things were a little too......heated....for either of us to even contemplate formal introductions."
She would smile her own soft, inviting and friendly smile. All the while her mind on guard.
"I am Kevala."
She would speak softly, her tone gentle as always when she was not being threatened. She did not know much of this man. Having never bothered to ask Gabriel about him. But she supposed that there was reason for this run in that had yet to reveal itself.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 13, 2009 2:32:30 GMT -8
A Story's Cornerstone What was it that drove men wild? Money, power, choice, alcohol, personality, mental instabilities, women. That lust for women, that desire for the touch of soft, maternal flesh, the want to violate, necessity to suckle, to thrust, to break, to violate, to make love. The woman that stood before "Unfettered" right here, right now was an undeniably attractive woman with the curves to send tingles through a man's finger tips, mounds to draw men to water, the figure and lips and beauty to make men hard.
From the way that "Unfettered" stood at a distance from this girl would almost perhaps make one think that he had to force himself to get even this close. And those that knew what happened would know the why to the subtly---if it could be noticed. Again, however, the girl proceeded to impress him with her boldness and/or trust, and again the German found his heart pressing on his body with an unnatural pressure. Repressing his desire to clam up and choose to fight this woman for no real reason, "Unfettered" went on to just give the look down of his apparent guest. Though, his eyes kept special note of those ever watchful eyes.
Even at that point, the smile on his face failed to falter."Perhaps it is not such odd hours for once such as ourselves. For me it is just another part of my never ending day. But to some, such hours seem to slip from their existence. Therefore becoming odd when they find themselves having to muddle through them." Though she did proceed to answer his hypothetical, the fact of the matter was that she did answer it, and with an interesting thought on it as well. More importantly, it was an interesting thought that he agreed with in the most literal form---the night suddenly opened itself to mental volleyball."Hello. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. The last time we were in the same room, I believe things were a little too......heated....for either of us to even contemplate formal introductions." "Unfettered" shook her hand lightly with a small squeeze---was he going easy on her hand?
Whichever the case, the German did note that she was very, very on top of her memories, very well composed in spite of the fact that she was running through a park in the middle of the night. The strong first impression had been made and "Unfettered" was thoroughly impressed."I am Kevala." "Mm... Kevala..." he whispered to himself, lowering his head as he brought his fingers to hold his chin up.
Releasing her hand from the shake, the German nodded at Kevala."It is my pleasure. I am... a man who you will name for yourself of your own choosing at the time that we part," placing no importance on his own name, as he raised up his head to look at her with a curious smile, nor placing any importance in himself.
The light would flicker to reveal his face somewhat clearly, the shadows of his long, white hair giving way to reveal a badly scarred face with various forms of origin, even ranging down the neck that his scarf would still show.
Time at Public High School #259 had worn down on this man and its full effects were showing. Perhaps at one time he could have been extraordinarily handsome for a young man of his age. Perhaps at one time.
Still the German smiled, as if in seeming acknowledgment to this."I vill not ask you vy you approached. I vill ask why you are running all ze vay through a park," he replied lightly, gauging her responses. "---Unless you are required by honor, code, principal, pride, a mixture, or something of other importance to you to keep your silence from a complete stranger?"The German was not that old in comparison to many. However, perhaps his wizened, worn appearance was a sufficient manner to make him look slightly older. And it was experience, not his intelligence, that dictated to him what he knew to be the comments, questions, actions, or body language and what they would usually receive in response.
Gauging Kevala, the German was casual in his approach, but she was every bit under his scrutiny, his hands pocketed in case of an emergency.
Or perhaps because they were cold.
...Or perhaps...
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 13, 2009 11:01:24 GMT -8
She would draw her hand back as he released it from his grip. A tilt of her head offered as those eyes continued to watch him. No, this did not appear to be a threatening situation, but one could never be to careful, could never let their guard down.
David and Gabriel had taught her that. Beaten it into her too many times to allow her to forget such a thing.
Again he spoke, this time no name offered. Not that it mattered to her. She was sure there were ways of putting a name with the face. Certain that Gabriel or somebody would know who this man was. She would not press. It would simply be rude.
The light flickered on, showing her more of his features. Those eyes taking in every detail, knowing it was always good to make sure to drink up every bit one could. You never knew when it would come in handy.
She had not paid too much attention the night of that fated meeting. She had been focused on the man hidden behind the mask, the guns trained on the one she loved. Though at the time she had not wanted to admit such to herself.
Then the question was posed, and this time it was one more directed toward her. Her tongue brushing over her lip as she tucked her hands into her own pockets. Still watching with caution as that smile continued upon beautiful and full lips.
How to answer this? She was not one to hide anything about herself. At least not now. But at the same time, she was protective of certain people, and the question did bring up one such person. She would have to phrase this carefully.
“I suffer from certain…..afflictions you could say. They threaten constantly to take hold of me and push me to a point that I do not need to be. My dearest friend has taught me a method of containing them. That being to run. So when they try to take hold of me in the late hours of the night, I run.”
She would then shrug, a gentle roll of slender shoulders as she held those eyes upon his gaze. Always watching, always cautious. Yet still she refused to take a step back. Refused to show that some part of her was concerned about this situation.
There was no real reason as of yet to be so, but she could not help but hold that small bit of fear. It is when she lost that fear that true concern was needed. For then she was letting herself become over confident. Something that would only end in her demise she was certain of.
“Though I may ask of you the same thing? What has brought you out on this night?”
Not afraid to fire her own question in return. Hoping to gain something from his reply. Not really by his words, but by the manner in which he spoke them. Any emotions that may be emitted through them….Always searching…always seeking……
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 15, 2009 18:31:33 GMT -8
Kevala.
Runner of the night. Downright gorgeous. Blue eyes. Observant. Battle capabilities unknown. The way she looked, she didn't even look like she was still in high school, having this more mature (but no less attractive) feel to her. The German wasn't hiding the fact that his eyes were following where hers were trailing, both of them noting each others skills for noticing details.“I suffer from certain…..afflictions you could say. They threaten constantly to take hold of me and push me to a point that I do not need to be. My dearest friend has taught me a method of containing them. That being to run. So when they try to take hold of me in the late hours of the night, I run.” Hesitation? Curious. "Unfettered" noted the usual baggage that those who hesitated usually carried---himself included. However, he did not consider himself close enough to ask her on that. Rather, it wouldn't be safe and that he would push her limits of comfort, remembering her initial if subtle signs of caution (which were warranted, admittedly in any situation) in approaching him."Mm... I see."Slowly, the German took his right hand out of his pocket to reach into the inner parts of his coat, pursing his lips as he slowly returned the tilt of head at her, though at most he only showed concerned curiosity, which he believed was suitable for this occasion.“Though I may ask of you the same thing? What has brought you out on this night?” Pulling out a water bottle, he held it with his pinky-to-middle fingers while twisting the top off with his pointer and thumb finger, before bringing the bottle up to his mouth to take a small swig of water to empty a fourth of it. Screwing the cap back on with the same fingers, he then readjusted his hand to grip the bottle better, never taking his eyes off Kevala for a moment, tilting his head even more---or perhaps pondering his response.
She was referring to an illness of sorts, but the way she described it, it was perhaps a mental or traumatic matter.---Not that he was psychic. Heck, it could be a legitimate matter of recently acquired personality traits, utilizing running as a coping mechanism or perhaps she was just messing with him and giving him a reason not to poke into it because she was insightful enough to notice that he probably wouldn't poke into her business too much---right off the bat, anyways.
Yes, there was a pause, his lucid stare at her not shaking for a moment. "Unfettered" was thinking. Or perhaps repressing any potential desires of fight/flight, since Kevala was a woman, after all, and...
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His lips tightened for a moment, before making a 'tbplplplplpl' noise for a small time, relaxing his stance as he looked at her."Vat has brought me out on zis night?... Vell, myself. I walked."Grinning suddenly, he tilted his head to the right while holding the bottle of water close to himself to look at her. He wasn't going to be that terrible and give her such an answer when she went to the lengths of at least attempting to tell him as many details as she could bring herself to, given the circumstances."You could say that I just notice zat a lot of people from around here typically have some sort of mental und/or angst problem, vich is perfect for people to relate to one another, as if personal problems (which are undoubtedly no less real or problematic for the person individually) tend to be ze constant around these parts, und especially around Public High School #259," his head turning to look up."I might be able to relate to you und might be here for similar reasons."
"Might."Smile.
All men could still potentially be predators, after all.
His eye half-closed, as he looked at her, not knowing how badly her legs probably were hurting. Tucking his water bottle back into his coat, he beckoned for her to come, as he began to walk with him."Care to keep a complete stranger company? Might as well get some exercise, ja? I could use the company right now." trying to keep the situation flowing, as, for all intents and purposes, they were still just two people standing alone at night in the cold. If she began to follow him, he'd slow down or speed up to keep pace with her. If she declined, though, he didn't mind just standing there as long as she didn't and he'd turn around, stop, and continue the question game.
Of course... he knew the chances of her declining were high. After all, he might be some rapist who just really knew how to act. However, neither of them had attacked each other thus far... Seemed to be going smoothly enough."We'll keep to ze cement path."
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 15, 2009 19:14:00 GMT -8
Kevala kept her eyes on him, just as he did her. The corners of her mouth curling up into a grin of her own as she kept her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket.
She would wait, watching carefully as he drank from that water bottle he had produced from the inside of his jacket. Still he said nothing and inwardly she would begin to wonder just what this man was thinking.
She had a feeling his mind played over the things she had said. That slight pausing having given way to random thoughts of what exactly she was hiding she was sure. She may have been small, and petite in form, something that gave most men the impression that she was a bit light in the brain department, but actually, she was anything but.
She was cold, cunning and very calculating when the time called for it. Though at the moment she saw no reason to be anything other than friendly to this man. She did not know him, and if she did know his name then all the pieces would fall together.
The name having come into her life quite recently as of late. Several times over. First from Emily, then from Gabriel. But again, she did not know this. No, to her he was some random stranger she had happened upon during one of her runs through the park.
What are you doing, speaking with this guy? You should turn around and leave. Now.
It is fine. I am sure. Just keep your hand on that cell phone and if anything happens that you cannot handle, call Gabriel.
Both voices offered sound advice. But then he started to speak and her attention was drawn away from her own internal conversation to the one at hand. The first words he spoke striking a nerve with her, though she kept it to herself.
No, she did not yet know if this was a person she would trust with that type of information. Not that she was ashamed of it, only that some could view it as a weakness. One she was not likely to give out freely to random strangers she had met in the park.
Then he would speak once more. Asking for her company along the path. The voices quick to offer their two cents at that moment.
Are you insane! Do not even think it! You could end up dead on the side of the path by morning light.
You have your phone. Gabriel would be here in a matter of moments if you needed him.
She would nod softly. A smile once more curling on her lips as she spoke up.
"Very well, I should like that."
She held no nervousness in her tone. Sheer friendliness and nothing more. Despite what battle raged inside her mind.
Moving now to stand beside him and begin a steady walk in the direction he had chosen. She would then take that time to speak up, her own mind letting go on the words he had initially spoken.
"I do believe you are right about the majority of the students here. Most seem to suffer from some form of mental affliction or something along those lines. But then, when you hold as much repressed rage as most of them do, it is only a matter of time."
She rolled her shoulders softly in a light shrug as she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. A soft laugh escaping her. Melodic and gentle as it lit upon the night air.
"If you counted up the multiple personalities of all the students here as actual people, I believe the student population would undoubtedly double, it not triple."
It was true. Most people here seemed to have at least one multiple personality. Herself included. But that was a matter left for perhaps later in the conversation.
For now it was merely an observation put forth as she continued along the path with him. Her hips rocking in a gentle rhythm, back and forth slowly. No sign of the pain that her legs suffered. No, no sign of weakness. She was smarter than that.
All the while, her small hands gripping her cell phone in her pocket. She was not sure she could not handle this situation, but if need be she would make the one call to gain her safety. It was merely a matter of self preservation really.
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