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Aug 20, 2010 1:15:55 GMT -8
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 20, 2010 1:15:55 GMT -8
"Ring around the rosie....pocket full of posie...ashes...ashes...we all fall...- DAMN my singing still sucks."
A flick. Suddenly a small flame illuminated the tiny air space around it, a cigarette coming into view and with it a pair of pale lips. The flame extinguished and all that was left was the tiny glow of burning nicotine in the Forest Lawn Cemetery. Granted, she shouldn't be here. She also shouldn't be smoking. But it was the one habit she couldn't seam to kick. If she could see clearly she would have left the grave yard, but seeing as she had managed to fall asleep and wake up in the middle of the night here...well getting home was impossible. Bandaged eyes made even trying to see impossible. At least she had her sword. Her guns weren't much use with no eyes.
Letting out a steady stream of smoke she tapped the grave upon which she sat.
"I guess it is just you and me buddy. Don't worry, I wont make you scoot over...I'm fine right here.- sleep is over rated anyway. Besides, sleeping in a grave yard ain't exactly polite."
She hummed lightly and crushed the cigarette. Her body was falling apart. Every limb was covered in bandages, she might was well be a walking mummy. Her hair was down to her back and the only thing keeping her from cutting it short again was that it usually served as a good deterrent from people recognizing her. However....she was back HERE.....god only really knows why. She knew how she got here, why initially she was here,....but why she stayed. That was the question. Perhaps she was curious. Everyone knew that was an insatiable part of her. Either way...long hair was just going to get in the way. Taking her sword she placed it on her lap as she pulled her waist length hair over her shoulder and began to braid it. Granted this would not be the most perfect cutting job...
But how well could anyone expect a blind girl to do? Let alone one who's body was practically half blown away.
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Aug 24, 2010 0:52:31 GMT -8
Post by The New Student Dean on Aug 24, 2010 0:52:31 GMT -8
OOC: Prior to the "Queen of Blades" thread.Unconsummated Nostalgia It was lonely nights like these that struck Calvin the hardest. Gramps understood what the boy went through, but even the old man could only do so much. The graves of so many former friends filled the area, it was an irresistable place to visit even once a week for the young man.
He had filled out considerably, since his time out of the Correctional Facility. His shoulders had broadened out, his face no longer showed signs of malnutrition---contrary to this, his limbs now held considerable muscle mass. The young man's head had grown out with long, spikey bunches of dirty-blonde hair. His former stunted growth ended immediately under Freddo's care and Calvin had indeed become a young man.
...But a young man plagued with many issues, telekinetic powers aside.
One such habit was his rather easily-attained preparation for his midnight visit. For the cold of the night he was wearing a green coat with soft tufts of hair to tend to the collar of it. A white shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers were all stereotypical for a young man his age... but he also carried about a coiled whip at his left side.
Calvin walked into the night, the familiar scent of old flowers and peaceful---
Even as he stood at the gates, Calvin could swear he saw someone. But considering how slowly it was moving and how it had blended in with the light so well, given its apparel, he could easily be looking at a standing raccoon or a humanoid gravestone. That didn't make sense to the boy, who smiled dismissively, shaking his head.
Slow, careful steps were all that the boy took as he walked towards the strange thing, assuring himself of the fact that it was still an inanimate object now, at this distance. Calvin's mind, rather, had already taken to a small state of mourning as he smiled deceptively to himself."Well... hello there, Nathan. You too, Tom. It appears we've a new guest." ...At this point, bending down to a crouch, as he faced the two plain tombstones...
...Looking at old comrades. At old friends.
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Aug 24, 2010 12:06:48 GMT -8
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 24, 2010 12:06:48 GMT -8
Voices. She paused, her hair taking the opportunity to untwist itself from the braid and fall back behind her. She however quickly tied it behind her and grabbed her sword. She couldn't see....but she could hear just fine. Would she be forced to unmask her eyes. Hands grazed the earth around her. Steadily she forced herself towards the noise. Allowing her other senses to take control....she suddenly did not feel in danger. Rather...she felt nostalgic. Well how was that for weird body language. Taking two steps at a time she found herself slowly getting the will to continue at a faster pace. Until she was right upon the person, she stayed silent.
Yes. It was someone she knew. Though she could not see, she could hear and feel him. Although it was different. She was wracking her brains here trying to figure it out. Only one way to get them to talk right?
"It's a bit late at night to be walking around the grave yard so casually..."
She muttered her bored retort. A smirk colored her lips as she seemed to beam about the idea of it all. Who ever it was, they would answer her or attack her. If attack her, she would be dead...thank god finally, her limps being barely attached wasn't enough. Or they would speak and she would know once and for all who they where. This whole 'remeeting' of people was rather interesting. Now that site was gone. She was learning to know people by touch and the way the energy around them felt. She was getting rather good at it.
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Aug 25, 2010 2:15:27 GMT -8
Post by The New Student Dean on Aug 25, 2010 2:15:27 GMT -8
"HOLY S***, WE HAVE A NEW GUEST." "It's a bit late at night to be walking around the grave yard so casually..." "---UWAH!" Instinctively, Calvin had already jumped from his place, before hopping backwards, away from the voice. Bringing up his hands to his face in preperation to defend himself, the boy looked onward to the mummy. Nathan and Tom had apparently made themselves busy while he was gone, the boy thought darkly to himself with some strand of humor. It took a moment (about four seconds) from his initial outburst before he began to realize two things...
...This... person (and from its intonations, he'd figure it to be a "her") had asked him a question. Second, playing the voice again in his head, some vague pang slammed into his head, something nostalgic, but he couldn't quite place it on his finger on it. However, this character had a sword and had a vibe of... well, something similar to which he had experienced."...Pardon me. Erm, yes... but... I'm not here to be casual," he said, slowly letting down his guard, unaware of this character's tendencies or skills. Pocketing his hands he took a cautious step towards... her."Pardon me again. You're armed... Are you an experiment?" 'Are you about to kill me?'
To anyone else, this question would mean nothing."...Like I used to be? Like I am?" But to someone else... even if he didn't know the person...---Unless, perhaps, he heard the voice again. After all, it had been so long, and Calvin still didn't realize that---
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Aug 25, 2010 15:22:09 GMT -8
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 25, 2010 15:22:09 GMT -8
Bastille noticed his reaction. Her smirk only grew wider when she realized that happened. For some reason, people getting startled was much funnier when you could only hear them. He seemed to take a minute answering her, however she only shrugged. Whatever the reason, she didn't care. Gripping onto her cane lightly, her sword at her side served as the reminder of events way back when. If she was correct, she believed it was still the same sword she had acquired after the correctional facility. He asked a question.
Experiment? No, nothing much like that. Well once or twice she wound up in that situation- wait. Unconsciously her hand reached up to pull her silver hair over her shoulder, her blond bangs ghosting the bandages around her eyes. She wasn't completely covered in bandages....just around her eyes, arms, and legs as well as her general chest and stomach. She suspected she could take them off now, but part of her was still worried about how well she was being held together under them. They had become a safety, one Bastille was done relying on, but unwilling to commit to removing. Besides, people left her alone this way. She didn't think she looked like an experiment, but if he was trying to place her as well- which by the sound of his voice meant he recognized her a little as well. Suddenly it hit her...well not entirely. She had to be sure.
"Been that a couple times.....but not exactly one to stay around for them bloody needles, excuse me a minute."
She came forward so slowly there was no way it could be an attack. Reaching out her hand gently, unbandaged fingers lightly touched him. First probably right near the eye, to which she quickly muttered a half heart apology. Her hand explored his face and gently moved up to his hair. It was upon touching the hair her hand slowly returned to her side.
"Boya?!" She asked quizzically.
Her expression was thoughtful as her mouth wove into a tight frown trying to decide it that was exactly it. She had never asked the kiddos name or age and thus had failed at any clue in finding him. But she remembered the feel of his hair, as well as the place around his neck. But boy had he grown if this was him. Either way she couldn't be too sure.
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Sept 1, 2010 0:04:16 GMT -8
Post by The New Student Dean on Sept 1, 2010 0:04:16 GMT -8
OOC: Kinda mandatory... pardon the cheese.Teary Recognition Perhaps Calvin's eyes were still adjusting, given the street lights that were rather present up until the entrance into the graveyard, hence his inability to notice minute details at the moment. It took the boy time to realize that the person was not actually completely covered in bandages---trick of the eyes. At this point, however, Calvin was already responding."Been that a couple times.....but not exactly one to stay around for them bloody needles, excuse me a minute." ...This girl could not see it, but Calvin's eyes had widened up in absolute disbelief. There was the deliberately slow pace at which she moved closer to him, which to him was growing in an increasingly hypnotic mannerism. Her warm hands came up, touching him on the face... if she kept her hands there a bit longer, she would feel a partial wetness. Tears had formed and were already freely running."Boya?!" "...Sis..." It was her. It was Sis. His Sis. As dramatic as it was (to which Gramps railed at him in a joking mannerism), Calvin still insisted that Sis had been there to give him life again in that dark cell of his. Away from the needles, the hard hands, the uncaring voices...
Cautiously, Calvin would move forward with his arms slowly wrapping around her. If she showed any pain, he would loosen his grip lightly, but otherwise would hug Sis as hard as could, burying his face into the cavity between her left shoulder and her neck. Provided she would let him, Calvin would not sob, but continue hugging her, before loosening---more subtlety, with a more concerned look on his face. Worry filled his voice, as he knew Sis couldn't see him like this."...What... What has happened to you?"
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Sept 1, 2010 7:18:09 GMT -8
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 1, 2010 7:18:09 GMT -8
Bastille felt the tears and new immediately she was right. She would smirk smugly if she wouldn't have felt guilty for it. His arms where around her and his face buried in her neck. Her face turned towards his and instead of a smug smirk came a calm and soft smile. She placed a hand on top his head and ruffled the hair. So he had made it out alive. A burden she hadn't even remembered carrying was suddenly lifted and she felt slightly easier about life as a whole. Funny how that all worked out. But good god how had he grown so fast. Mentally she began to count the years...was she really this old now? How old was she? Oops......she'd have to go back a few years, or perhaps get someone to tell her what year it was.
He asked a question. Bastille's face suddenly locked itself into a slightly embarrassed look. Nervous laughter echoed from her lips. If she could face palm without bleeding she would.
"Um you want the truth or the fun version?"
She said but answered the truth anyway. It was still fun...
"Last couple years Ive spent doing some wacky stuff....towards the end of last year I think, I'm iffy on the date, I got in a terrorism mix up and boom. Went to hell in a hand-basket along with the train. Difference is they said they could fix me." Her British accent came out rather thick there.
She smiled cheekily at him and raised her hands up to her eyes. Undoing the bandages quietly she then opened her red hues. They where dulled over- as if she was blind...however it was obvious by the way her eyes reacted to light she could see something. Her face looked completely unharmed for the most part. One eye was covered with a fading scar from where glass had cut it. She winked at him.
"The rest of me ain't so pretty. Really 'ad to work for it, but recently the bandages are just for show. People leave you alone more when you look like you just got out of the hospital rather then when your body is covered in scars. Though to be honest- can't really tell yah how they look now. I've been playing the blind and helpless card for a while now so I haven't even looked at my self in the mirror for a while either." She said most of this as if trying to keep the kid from worrying. At least she was being truthful.
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Sept 7, 2010 22:27:20 GMT -8
Post by The New Student Dean on Sept 7, 2010 22:27:20 GMT -8
Belated Introductions Children tend to look for something to nurture them or else adapt. Baby rats when kept away from their mother and fed artificially tended to be less healthy, die more easily and die earlier in general. It didn't show around Bastille, but Calvin's entire life, given his innately soft nature, was to take everything in to endure, to survive. There were no more memories of how he was born, how he was raised... except the raising process. Perhaps this is why... when Sis gently ruffled his hair Calvin's whole body shook, resisting to suddenly sob. Sis worked against over a decade of self-destructive programming and had been a huger influence in her small actions then she could probably realize. Although he didn't want to hurt her... his face buried deeper into her neck and his grip around her tightened.
It was a good thing Calvin didn't see Sis' smiling face. The floodgates would not be able to hold back that typhoon. However, as he slowly mastered himself, and finally got to asking her the more pressing question... concern developed."Um you want the truth or the fun version?" ...Easy to say, this was in itself a concerning statement. Even as he was surveying her, his brows were already crinkling as his face developed a "...oh no..." sort of thing. Granted, feelings of attachment aside, he... well, he still didn't know too much about Sis. Actually, he still didn't know her---"Last couple years Ive spent doing some wacky stuff....towards the end of last year I think, I'm iffy on the date, I got in a terrorism mix up and boom. Went to hell in a hand-basket along with the train. Difference is they said they could fix me." ---...Name."...Wait, what---" "The rest of me ain't so pretty. Really 'ad to work for it, but recently the bandages are just for show. People leave you alone more when you look like you just got out of the hospital rather then when your body is covered in scars. Though to be honest- can't really tell yah how they look now. I've been playing the blind and helpless card for a while now so I haven't even looked at my self in the mirror for a while either." At last, something he could react appropriately towards. His lips struggling to get into a sincere smile (seeing as how he didn't have much to smile about only just a few years back...), he only shook his head at her. Blatantly worrying."...I'm starting to realize how little I know about you." ...Worrying about himself?
His face went from neutral to... again, a struggling smile as (if she'd let him) put his hands on her shoulders. Staring as warmly as he could into those now-revealed... dull-colored eyes."And... don't say that. ...Really. You probably haven't seen yourself in a mirror or something." ...Grandpa Lauro wasn't the best source of getting up-to-date humor or wit.
Releasing his grip on her shoulders (provided she'd even let him touch her in the first place) he'd take a step back, before pocketing his hands, standing around rather uncertainly. He was still young. Shyly, he blushed, looking at the person he admired as he stooped his head forward..."...Erm. Gramps said that I forgot to introduce myself as well... I'm Calvin." Big grin, closed eyes...
Yeah, he'd grown up. It didn't mean he'd be any better off, considering the amount of social interaction he got. He'd extend his hand forward for a shake."Pleased to meet'ya. Sis."
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Sept 7, 2010 22:41:09 GMT -8
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 7, 2010 22:41:09 GMT -8
His hands came to her shoulders. Ow...bruises. Yup, her body still had one stage left before she would be completely recovered and that was the excessive amount of bruises from the excessive amount of physical therapy she had had. Self induces of course, doctors had wanted her to stay in bed for another three months and then try the wheel chair. Of course they got their medical surprise when she was walking with a cane while blood seemed to still spout from her wounds. Bastille almost laughed at the memory.
She hated hospitals that much. Bastille looked at him as he stood back. Her eyes followed him curiously. She could see only a vague faded over picture, the only thing she could pick up clear as day was muscles. Her eyes where enough....just enough to see exactly how much he had grown. Damn she felt short. He started how little he knew her, well there was cause for something- hardly anyone really knew anything about her. But this kid actually wanted to know more.
"Calvin huh?" The name was cute. She liked it. Right, she didn't know anything about him either. Funny how three months in an asylum of sorts could change your tune about people, much more your ability to make friends. He called her sis. Bastille felt a blush cross her cheeks. She gave him a little pout before smiling and shaking her head.
"The name is Bastille,...Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham....damn that's a tongue twister. " She said giving her full name a thought before shrugging it off. He smiled at him again.
"Though you can keep calling me 'Sis' if you want." After all, sister was not one of the rolls she had been able to play in her life. Perhaps this was her second chance.
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Oct 5, 2010 2:35:53 GMT -8
Post by The New Student Dean on Oct 5, 2010 2:35:53 GMT -8
OOC: My apologies for the wait... Muse only just began reviving.
Playing The Catch-Up Perhaps, if Calvin was looking closely enough, he had caught glimpse of the brief blush of his big Sis. And if so, perhaps that was the reason as to why he was smiling all the more, admiring her."Calvin huh?" "The name is Bastille,...Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham....damn that's a tongue twister." The smile dropped with his jaw. Such a long, regal name. His brows were quick to keep themselves lit however, as the smile quickly resumed after a low whistle. First name, middle name, maiden name, last (family) name, if he remember correctly. B.A.V.C. didn't seem like too good of a nickname, Bassie was endearing but sounded like Sis with fifty extra pounds (or a Backstreet Boy with a sex change), while Bass was a fish. His lips quivered uncertainly as he tried to keep a nice backbone, uncertain as to how to address her from now on---"Though you can keep calling me 'Sis' if you want." An appreciative, broad smile broke across Calvin's face, bearing his teeth without intent, eyes wide with an absolute happiness."If it's fine with you, then... Sis." Yeah. There was nice, fluffy, warm things rolling around in his belly, as he kept his hands pocketed as he looked away, balancing back and forth between the tips of his toes to the heels of his shoes. He'd turn down his head to smile and blush at a thought."...I've always wanted a cute, older sister. This is pretty awesome." Family.
A really warm thought.
Looking to her, he shrugged, managing to pay no heed to his otherwise saddening grieving he had just partook in a few moments earlier. Throwing up his hands, as if he were waving to the stars, his hands settled behind his head to give his neck some unneeded support, as he took a step closer to Bastille, curiosity growing."Hey, hey, Sis, whaddya do these days? What's your favorite food? Favorite color? Favorite animal?" As childish as these questions may have sounded (and they were), it was really the first time the boy had opened up to anyone his own age... Whereas his normally "typical" behavior was actually the attitude of a much, much younger boy stuck in this young man's body.Edit: I hit the "reply" button too early. ^_^;
Also, hope to talk to you on MSN/Skype or summat, pending on how you want this to go.
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Oct 13, 2010 23:24:08 GMT -8
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 13, 2010 23:24:08 GMT -8
"Woah Woah, slow down there Tiger, one at a time."
She laughed. And they where STILL sitting in a graveyard. Grinning she sat with her legs crossed and patted the ground in front of her so that he could probably sit too. With that she smiled. Boy this kid was enthusiastic. The way Buck had never been. He had always been a sour puss with a souless emotional state. She wished her parents hadn't broken him so early so that he could have ended up like this.
"As for what I do...I travel not doing much at all unless I get a mercenary job, or any job really. I do random stuff sometimes. Keeps things interesting...lets see...favorite food, - gunna have to say shepherds pie, color is red and purple together....animal was it? Favorite animal - well i dont really have any actually. I guess my old ferret tut was my favorite."
This took a lot more effort then she thought. Talking about herself...even more was remembering tut. What had she done with that guy? He was probably pestering Homi or dead by now. Sad thought. The point was, she never really thought about all this stuff. So it was becoming rather confusing as a whole. However she smiled....it was fun.
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Oct 18, 2010 21:23:14 GMT -8
Post by The New Student Dean on Oct 18, 2010 21:23:14 GMT -8
My Sis' Kicks Your Sis's Ass "Woah Woah, slow down there Tiger, one at a time." Supporting the back of his head with both of his hands, Calvin was really just beside himself. No, Cal didn't see Sis' all the time---he was used to far worse. However, she was a constant in the boy's mind. Stability in the constant "on-the-go," taking in her personality, the way she moved, walked, talked... wanting to know more. There was no mother with which to push away because she was hugging so much to the point where it got embarrassing. There was no father to give him the loving scolding and man-to-man talk. There were no brothers to get into fights with... but there was at least a Sis' to look up to. That, coupled with the boy's seemingly new found endless optimism was..."As for what I do...I travel not doing much at all unless I get a mercenary job, or any job really. I do random stuff sometimes. Keeps things interesting...lets see...favorite food, - gunna have to say shepherds pie, color is red and purple together....animal was it? Favorite animal - well i dont really have any actually. I guess my old ferret tut was my favorite." For all the rocking the boy was doing, back and forth, he'd froze, his eyes opening slightly, mouth parting.
And in his mind was simply: 'My sis... is f***ing cool as h***.'"..." There was a look of stun on his face. Sis just played off all her self-commentary so casually and without a care. Gramps was cool, but he never talked about what he did in his freetime, aside from boring things that the boy politely tried to be attentive towards. The Dean always encouraged such a serious feeling from Calvin that he had no courage to bring up casual talk. Here?"...THAT'S SO BADA**," just smiling form ear to ear. Mercenary? Cool as f***. Shepard's pie? Full of meat, taters'... all the unhealthy good stuff. Red was exciting and purple was unique (and even tied with royalty, he found out later), but he couldn't think at the moment what the two colors were like.
...And there was no way he was able to keep a pet, much less a FERRET.
Growing up was going. To be. AWESOME.
The jumping in his legs came back and he became giddy with the excitement. This was so much better then the depressing fact of having to see someone he almost had gotten close to die in a week or so. Of course, the boy wasn't going to mention that---even he wanted to show off... in his mind, about how manly he could be.---
*GURGLE*...Blush.
Abruptly looking down, the boy's hands had shot onto his stomach, before "coolly" slipping into his pockets. His lips became immediately tightly pursed."...Er. Um. Sorry." "I'm... kinda hungry, I guess." Nervous laughter...
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Oct 19, 2010 19:33:43 GMT -8
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 19, 2010 19:33:43 GMT -8
"Heh, can't be helped"
She smiled. No, she had to say her life was pretty cool. But it wasn't for everyone...carefully she used her cane to stand up straight and looked around.
"Well I can't do much of the cool stuff anymore...but I can treat you to a free meal...come on, my house is a ways away but walks are good for the old"
And trust her, she felt old. She began to lead the way, her cane used for walking and not seeing. No she didn't need her eyes to know where she was going exactly. Calvin, he was so enthusiastic...a young boy who -yes, granted, had a bit of a troubled past, but in the end...was a sweet little boy. She couldn't help but feel that she didn't want him near any of the situations she had been in. However, who was she to tell him one way or the other.
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Oct 25, 2010 20:06:36 GMT -8
Post by The New Student Dean on Oct 25, 2010 20:06:36 GMT -8
"And She Isn't Psychic...!" "Heh, can't be helped" Cal's nervous laughter only continued under Sis' warm smile. However, as boyish as he was, he still watched as Sis got herself up with her cane and... "looked" around. The boy didn't say anything, still laughing nervously, but he stowed away the small observation without breaking a beat."Well I can't do much of the cool stuff anymore...but I can treat you to a free meal...come on, my house is a ways away but walks are good for the old" ..."...How do you do that?" Yes, the boy had continued walking alongside her. '...And without any psychic enhancements? What kind of training did you receive?' Of course, this might have sounded a bit more serious in his head, if he didn't try to close his eyes and follow suit---after her.See, he figured that if he just made sure to listen to Sis' footsteps, there'd be no issue. But in the darkness of his eyelids (along with the outside), without any of his typical psychic support... the boy nearly fell forward onto her back, but caught himself with his left foot, opening his eye just as quickly, his arms steadying him as a counter-weight.
In otherwords, he flailed randomly in a half-stumble behind Sis'.
...Pocketing his hands, he began to walk really fast until he was in pace, next to Sis, hunching his head down as his cheeks burned. He really, REALLY hoped she couldn't see through those bandages.
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