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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 27, 2008 21:39:20 GMT -8
She was never a singer. She had a lovely voice and had been trained to sing, but it was never one of her favorite things to do. However today god was punishing for weeks for slacking off. Here it was. Get up and recite a piece from a musical. Why the hell in choir did they ask about musicals…this was lame. She guessed it was to promote the drama department in some way but it was meaningless to her. She was here un prepaired. That was the issue. She listened to plenty of musical sound tracks do to homi but she wasn’t sure if she could remember one all the way through. “ms. Cunningham…today would be nice” Bastille growled. She had never before in choir been forced to sing. Here she was being forced. Ugh. Usually she had no complaints about getting up on stage and being an announcer or coordinator of some sort but she drew the line at singing. She would even act in a drama, BUT NOT SING. It made people swoon. She was no debating weather to throw this to be funn and continue her rep as a grungy hobo girl, or sing with her natural voice and be seen for a perfectly tutored girl in music. She couldn’t even begin to pull of ugly. Ugh…god…she hated him so much right now. “ms cunningham….” The teacher persisted. “right right im coming” she growled and scotted her way towards the front of the room. Others gave off harsh whisperes giggling about how terrible she would be. She sighed and began to rummage through her head for the most recent song she had heard. She looked at the teacher who sat herself presteenly behind the piano and waited for sheet music. “id kindly ask the band to leave” bastille growled. The teacher rolled her eyes and turned away from the piano. Bastille then side and then took off her bomber jacket revealing her clean pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt with holes across the front and bottom to reveal her black tank top under neither. Her hair was half back today and she wore a little peddlars hat full of buttons. Taking off that hat she then did the teacher a favor and warmed up the way the teacher had told her. She then closed her eyes and tried hard to ignore the class. “I cant do this…follow me if you want to hear me sing…its time for a shower…” she grumbeled and grabbed her bag walking all the way to the p.e. room with the teacher on her tail. The teacher was shouting at her but bastille ignored her. Everyone else followed in curiosity. Bastille reached the girls shower rooms generally for the sports teams and then went into a stall taking off her shirt and her pants till she was in her bra and jeans. The teacher seemed to flush a bright red as many of the students gasped at her behavior. Bastilled turned the water on now. She let the water hit her and grinned at the fact she could now fully drown out the students behind her. She began to sing softly out. A small song, not very well known musical, but a very nice song. A song she had liked when homi first played it in the house during a cleaning day. She began to loose herself in the water continuously allowing the song to flow out flawlessly. Her upbringing had assured that. www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpEbzXoVFVw((if anyone wants to know what song she’s singing. Its actually from a musical that’s not out yet)) When she finished she sighed and looked back at the class. “umm…..” “I have a question…” some guy raised his hand. Bastille raised a brow. “what?” “is that what you really wish for?” he asked. She immediately persisted to throw a shampoo bottle at his head. “it’s a damn song…and it’s the first one in my head!”
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Post by Homi Shiela on Aug 27, 2008 23:10:57 GMT -8
Homi sat in the drama class listening with reserved judgement as various kids were being asked to sing. Soon it was Bastille's turn to sing and Homi tried to figure out what Bastille would do. Although she had a strong, tough exterior Bastille had one of the best singing voices Homi had ever heard. Bastille seemed to almost hate this about herself in that it seemed to break through the illusion. Bastille herself seemed to be trying to figure out what she was going to do as the teacher called out to her impatiently. Bastille remained thinking as the class began to quietly chatter as they mistook her hesitation as proof of her inability instead of her great talent. Homi quietly shushed the group closest to her, politely letting them know that they shoudl shut up if they want Bastille to ever sing. Through her nice act she gave them a look with her eyes that instantly silenced them. Homi then sat back as Bastille walked onto the stage and removed her jacket. She grumbled at the teacher who expected her to sing along to piano music, but Bastille never seemed to do anything the way expected so Homi wasn't sure why he even bothered with pushing her anyways. After a moment Homi heard bastille grumble out “I cant do this…follow me if you want to hear me sing…its time for a shower…” to the class. "She isn't" Homi exclaimed to herself as various of the braver classmates got up and followed Bastille out of the class. Homi jogged to catch up and found them to be in the locker room, watching Bastille strip of her clothes. Homi grabbed Bsatille's bag to keep it out of the water and tried to salvage her clothes as Bastille turned on the water, with the rest of the class gaping at her gall. Homi listened carefully as Bastille began her song barely over the sound of the water hitting the tile. She slowly built up and worked her way back down the song. “I have a question…” some guy raised his hand. Bastille raised a brow.
“what?”
“is that what you really wish for?” he asked.
Homi chuckled under her breath as Bastille chucked a shampoo bottle at the poor boy. Homi grabbed Bastille's clothes and walked closer to her as the class began to filter out of the room. "You sang very well," Homi said, trying to stay out of the splatter of the water
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 29, 2008 14:55:51 GMT -8
OOC: ...This is before End of the Enforcers thread? And... the 'Spoiler' is mostly just what "Unfettered" was doing, prior to Bastille's and Homi's arrival.o_x;... Wait... Wait... Huh!? There was a familiar figure walking around, patrolling about the area. Long, white hair, a tuft of hair over his missing left eye, where the shadow of his eye-patch with its infamous Nazi symbol stood hidden. He had on his general attire: His 'Artemis' Hunting Shoes', 'Hades Coat' fitted over his other gear, looking very much like a standard jacket, some blue jeans, his Ares War Gloves, and of course, the California-odd scarf wrapped about his neck. Home-schooled for the most part, he spent his days at the school watching, observing, and as what remained of his title as an S.H.C.P. exercising his right to---*SMACK*
..Break apart fights..
Spitting out a bit of blood to the side, he glared with bored look in his eye, tilting his head to the side a little. "...Vy does it never fail?..." Making a 'tsking' sound, as his other hand went to his bruised-up left cheek, as the punk looked at disbelief at him still standing, the tendering hand suddenly shot out at the juvenile's face, grasping it, but not crushing it like he could. Throwing a frown, he stepped forward with his right knee, bringing it up into the poor kid's stomach, while bringing the head down onto his thigh.
...Well, at least this was in the P.E. classroom. The teacher looked at him imploringly, as three more students stood up to the defense of the defeated, as the second one who caused this whole bit had begun to sidle away. Looking up at the P.E. building's ceiling, he muttered angrily to himself.* * * * * * * * * * * * * Hand shooting out, catching the punk by his hair, he violently pulled it backwards, before quickly releasing his grip and grabbing onto the back of the skull, slamming it into the concrete wall, knocking the poor fellow out in a heartbeat. Dismissing the teacher waving at him, and the looks of mixed feelings from the students glaring at his back, he began to walk away, silently, annoyed, and slightly beaten up---
...A troop of students following after a very familiar looking 'Frau' began walking across P.E. room. He glared for a moment, still remembering the last three times they'd met, and how awfully all of those times had generally ended. First time, half-beaten to death. He'd won, but he didn't go all out right off the bat, which had cost him dearly. Okay, he had to admit to himself that he had a blast, nonetheless, but people already were scared of him as it was. He didn't need people to know he had some mildly (...>_>) masochistic tendencies. Not that he was, it was just... well---Oh, like hell he had to explain it to himself again. Second time... shot with a dart, chasing after the damn girl, being taken care of, trying to stop her from killing the Head Nurse, and of course seeing that 'lion' (though even to himself this sounded crazy), and her not seeing it.
And the third time...
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Should he blush? Scowl? Curse? No, too much effort, too much humanity in one bit.
Always with that damned girl...---So why was it that he was following her, right now?
Changing course from his 'clean-up', the German known as "Unfettered" began to deviate towards the crowd, as they descended further and further into the locker room---Wait. He looked about the last entered-door. This was the girl's locker room. More accurately, the whole crowd was still entering into the girl's shower room.
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WHY WERE THE GUYS ENTERING IN AS WELL!? And the teacher, who was still spouting off on Bastille, the students still chatting about, 'til everyone began to realize what the Hell in Heaven's name was going on.---
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...Really, it was a simple mental matter to not enjoy this whole matter, secretly or no. Far more easier than most people realize to suppress their own humanity. The problem was not self-restraint, but hope, and other simple, but complicating mental processes. Hope for what?---...Well, she was standing there, nearly completely naked, soaking in the shower, only her underwear on, and her proportions were not helping matters. Instead, for his own sake, the German began to focus on the curious bit where another girl was actually getting that 'Frau's' clothes out of the way of the water, carrying along the bag. Possibly a friend? Honestly, he knew that Bastille was hard-ass girl, but the reality of a friend in spite of this never really dawned on him. He almost grinned at that optimistic little thought---
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..Honestly, what was it with girls?
Again, he had to remind himself that he didn't have to be flabbergasted. He'd heard her sing before, though she sang off note (on what appeared to be on purpose), and it was really, very...
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Goodness gracious, if it wasn't for that attitude...
Standing back a bit, just away from the crowd still, he watched as a guy raised up his hand. “I have a question…” “what?” “is that what you really wish for?” *THWACK*“it’s a damn song…and it’s the first one in my head!” Ow...
...But it appeared the group was satisfied, for whatever reason, and began to walk on out. With a bit of a sadistic interest, he looked at the teacher's face, trying to decipher what was going on through the poor fellow's head, after seeing something like this. But the girl from before held back, walking towards the 'Frau'."You sang very well," "Ja..."...Finally walking out of the light shadow of the locker he was standing by, "Unfettered" strode in, looking at the other girl, hands in his pockets, as he began to look again at the 'Frau', his lips opening to give her a more than deserved compliment, but his eye went down the wrong angle, and his arms shot out of pockets, crossing over his chest, as he looked away sharply, a pissed off look on his face, but the blood seeping through with its obvious intonations, visible through the strands of hair conveniently in the way."..Er.. *cough* Ja, ja... Zat vas... very gut, Frau Red Eyes." ...Though it came off a bit more sarcastic than he intended. 'Good' was an understatement, after all.
Well, the man had his own reputation to hold up here.
...Alone with two (...he peered over at the other girl again rather quickly, before averting his gaze again) attractive girls, in the girl's locker shower room...
Why drew him in here again? -_x
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 30, 2008 10:43:50 GMT -8
Bastille immediately picked up on the others movements. Her head whipped toward the intruder. Her red eyes staring curiously at who it was. They returned to a bored look as she threw her cloths over her shoulder and walked towards the bathroom stall to change.
“I suppose I cant threaten you to keep your mouth shut, most the class will be talking by afternoon…” she said walking into the stall and changing her wet cloths. Bastille had a habit of always carrying spare cloths. A habit she could never get rid of. She had picked it up in military training back when she was really young. Walking out of the stall a towel draped over her head and wet hair she came back now dressed in a plain white t-shirt and torn up jeans. She replaces her many bracelets and necklaces along with her bomber jacket. She then sat down on the bench and stared at unfettered.
“and why pre-tell are you here?” she wasn’t in the brightest of moods today, and lucky for her and unfettered probably Emily was no where in site, so she wouldn’t be forced to flirt with the poor guy until he was a puddle of confused parts. Bastille looked at Homi and unfettered and then smirked.
“oh….unfettered…Homi….Homi….unfettered…though im supposed to call him thrush I think” she said popping a tooth pick between her teeth and beginning her obnoxious chewing of it. She was still trying to stop smoking. It wasn’t going well and toothpicks and their wood taste where getting just as addicting. She was starting to get creative and dip the toothpicks in various sauces to make them taste better, however..it never worked to well. She began to ruffle the towel over her wet hair hopping to dry it.
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Post by Homi Shiela on Aug 30, 2008 17:00:20 GMT -8
Homi blushed lightly when she saw the stranger in the locker room. And blushed deeper when she realized that Bastille was still half naked. Before Homi could even try to cover her up, Bastille had her clothes and bag and was stalking off towards the stalls to change. “I suppose I cant threaten you to keep your mouth shut, most the class will be talking by afternoon…” Bastille said to the stranger as she closed the door to change. Homi stayed quiet while Bastille quickly changed and walked back out with the towel drapped over her wet hair. “and why pre-tell are you here?” Bastille half-snapped at the guy, appearing to be on almost good terms with him.
Before he even had a chance to respond Bastille seemed to suddenly realize that Homi was still there and did a quick introduction before pulling out a toothpick and chewing it. "Umm, hi" Homi half-whispered, always quiet in new situations and the location did not help as she continued to blush, despite Bastille being comfortable as ever. She tried not to stare at the guy, but she couldn't help with his bizarre appearance and him somehow knowing Bastille without Homi ever really hearing about him. Homi reached into her pocket and pulled out some cinnamon flavored toothpicks that she had picked up at some novelty store and handed it to Bastille. "I think you might like these better," she said quieter than she usually spoke to her friend.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 30, 2008 20:24:49 GMT -8
On First Impressions Didn't take much to catch this Frau's attention. However occupied she was, this was a dangerous one to underestimate. ...Apparently, in all situations. Of course, he didn't catch her eye, since he was busy averting his own for the sake of the atmosphere's sense of modesty. Granted, his eye flickered underneath his white hair to see as to where she was going---into a bathroom stall.
...Honestly, this scenario was starting to get too damned familiar for his personal liking...“I suppose I cant threaten you to keep your mouth shut, most the class will be talking by afternoon…” His hands gripped about his waist, tightening, as he thought darkly as to how she threatened him first with some mafia in regards to the bunny outfit/nurse fiasco/surprise lion incident. Putting a hit on him. Irish? Italian? Russian?---Was she just BSing him?---Not that he really cared either way, but the memory was one that roused up unnecessary irritation, incurred by random, and equally unnecessary threats. His mouth opened to speak, but quickly clamped shut, the closing and opening of the bathroom stall door throwing him off a bit, as his gaze turned about to the other girl who was still standing about.
...That is, until Frau Red Eyes came back out, dressed up in something what could be considered just as indecent, as she sat down to interrogate the German, eyes staring.“and why pre-tell are you here?” Mm. He could detect a hint of irritation of her own. But that wasn't anything new. His eye went back and forth, between the Frau and her compatriot, who he still hadn't given a good, proper look. Hence, with the optical back & forth soccer game, looking from Bastille to the other girl, he didn't catch the smirk she threw out.“oh….unfettered…Homi….Homi….unfettered…though im supposed to call him thrush I think” Giving the Frau a final look, or perhaps a glare as she began to chew with the mannerisms of a... well, a guy, he finally allowed himself to loosen up, finally given an excuse to look at the Frau's friend without being considered rude, or mistakened for ogling. "Umm, hi"Quiet. A bit shy. The German didn't know whether that made him happy or not. On one end, it was a really, really nice change from usual set of domineering girls making his life a general Hell. But on the other end, he found those quiet traits in a girl just as appealing, if not more so, which was just as bad. For a moment, yes, he was giving her the up-down look, his left hand going about to brush the long, annoying white hair from his face, made worse by the moist atmosphere. 'Homi'. Unlike her counterpart, there was this residual leanness to her. Wasn't lanky it was... well... 'slender'. The cute factor was large with her, he couldn't help but think bitterly to himself. But even as he nodded for a moment, in reply (perhaps a bit rude, he knew that, but he was still busy with his own thinking), there was definetely one thing that this girl had of equal fascination."I think you might like these better,...Those eyes. In this case, those yellow eyes. Couldn't hear what she was saying, since she was speaking so quietly, but he wasn't concerned with that in his absentminded moment. In spite of himself, he grinned, as he took a few light steps to Homi, pocketing his left hand, extending out his right, as he moved the corresponding side of his body towards her in a waving motion."Pardon me... aye. Und a pleasure to meet you to, Fraulen Homi."A bit of a deeper voice, but trying to accentuate warmth. Of course, he sort of forgot to whisk his head a little bit to cover up the Nazi eye-patch. But the smile was friendly enough, gloved hand and all. Whether or not Bastille took the clothes and Homi turned to shake his hand, after a few moments, he'd turn his attention towards... "...Und... do I need explain a reason to follow after you? As you said, trouble seemz to follow you, und you had not only a teacher, but a class tailing after you."A few seconds later, and he'd realized he'd just made a hypocrite of himself in his follow-up sentence. His teeth gritted amused and annoyed, as he chose to willfully ignore that fact.Edit: Forgot to add in some important adjectives.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 30, 2008 21:18:38 GMT -8
Bastille rolled her eyes. She was wearing something that covered most her body for once. She layed back against the lockers. As Homi shoved some cinnamon toothpicks under her nose bastille shot her a look and then took one without complaint. She then took the other out breaking it in a split second into hundreds of tiny shards. Her eyes turned back as she stuffed the flavored tooth pick in her lips and smiled. It tasted good.
She then turned to unfettered and went to offer her answer. However she stopped. Her head began to ache suddenly. She twitched a moment in speaking however her voice didn’t come out. Instead she leaned back against the locker and shook her head as if shaking off the thought. She slid down the side of the lockers and sat looking bored. She was actually concentrating on stopping the head ache. They came a lot lately. No nicotine was getting to her, and her body was reacting against it all weirdly. She then looked up at unfettered rubbing her temples.
“yah yah…I just hope he doesn’t give me an f for bad performance…I just cant sing outside the shower unless I find reason enough too…” she managed in a strained voice. She closed her eyes. Migraine was more like it.
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Post by Homi Shiela on Aug 30, 2008 21:38:13 GMT -8
Homi took the stranger's hand gently keeping her eyes down, telling herself that she did NOT just see a Nazi sign on the man's eyepatch. "Unfettered, was it?" she asked quietly in response to his friendly greeting. She let go as soon as the man's hand loosened.
Homi was quickly distracted by Bastille's sudden silence, compared to as boisterous as she normally was. Homi had noticed the headaches were getting worse rather than better with time. Homi didn't think that was normal, but she didn't want Bastille to go back to smoking again.
“yah yah…I just hope he doesn’t give me an f for bad performance…I just cant sing outside the shower unless I find reason enough too…” Homi didn't like how tired Bastille's voice already sounded. She had even began to show it by being unable to open her eyes and rubbing the sides of her head.
Homi walked over to Bastille, "Are you alright?" Homi asked louder than she had been talking, but still trying to keep her voice soft, for BAstille's sake instead of out of shyness.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 30, 2008 22:19:27 GMT -8
Almost Too Nostalgic "Unfettered, was it?" "Ja---" Why was she looking down? His neck craned down a bit, to try and catch her eye, as their hands parted. Was she really just this incredibly shy---A few strands of hair tickled his nose. He looked to his immediate facial left. Muttering a mental 'shit' in his head, his other hand loosened a bit more hair in front of his face. There was a convenience to be found in looking at her face, because her eyes quickly shot off more towards Bastille. The German, cautious at first, took a step back, pocketing both his hands as slowly and casually as he could make it, but that just made it all the more obvious. Did he dare to look at Frau Red Eyes, risk the chance of see some accidental water on her white shirt and show way more than he needed to see, given the current situation?
Oh hell, it wasn't that big a deal anyways, right...?
..What he saw brought both relief and a hint of (probably light) concern. Possibly even agitated. Frau Red Eyes was over at the lockers, with some bored look in her eyes. But she was shaking her head, her hand going to rub her forehead about some creases---he didn't know all the anatomical parts of the head.“yah yah…I just hope he doesn’t give me an f for bad performance…I just cant sing outside the shower unless I find reason enough too…” ---Alright. That voice definetely wasn't normal. Concern and irritation almost turned into panic in an instant. He was very unaccustomed to seeing his red-eyed friend in such a fatigued state. Hell, he barely had to bring up the end part of the fight, with her wit and ire still in full force, or even over in the nurse's office, pumped full of sedatives (to what he questioned was an even legal amount). It was Homi who took the initiative in this situation, walking over to Bastille."Are you alright?" Perhaps it was inappropriately placed, but the German had to smile at this sudden increase in volume. Truly, there was a part of him that was concerned for the safety of this girl. Especially with how she was hanging around with that 'Transfer' fellow. At least though, there was a person who... at least he could assume took care of her. If not this, then the previous actions and mannerisms in this short amount of time, while not absolutely conclusive, definetely pointed in the direction of something more positive.
But in a social manner, he waited too long, standing about. With quiet (perhaps 'awkward') steps, he pressed toe-heel, toe-heel, letting his legs lead his body, before lunging his whole upper-body forward, to bring himself down into a crouching position, right next to Fraulen Homi. Pressing his right hand down to provide support, he propped up his left knee while laying his right knee down, letting his left elbow latch onto his left knee, as his hand drifted more towards his chest. The edge of his lip turned to a crooked smile. "...Ja... 'chu need to get to ze Nurse's Office---I mean..." Letting out a long breath at his own error---Definetely did NOT need a repeat of 'that' day. "D'you need to skip ze next period?"He knew his words were redundant, Homi already going for the obvious. But he did appreciate the fact that Miss Fraluen Yellow Eyes was here to keep watch over Red Eyes. Just showing a little support. But, still---Ah. Right. He looked down at his scarf, draping at the floor. Holding up his free hand he grabbed one end of the scarf. As if to dismiss his previous questions, he cocked his head with a gruff, but quieter "...Heat? Cold? Or time?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 30, 2008 22:55:31 GMT -8
“im fine” she said lowly and flatly. However her eyes where unfocused. Homi should be used to this…flashbacks.
When there was blood. It was normal. When there was rain, shedding blood got difficult. Bastille, age fourteen, curled up on the roof. Her gun pointed over the edge. The man walked out of the bar finally. She shot. It missed. Damn the fog. He ran. She jumped off and used dead end range. She shot she killed. She jumped over a fence and vanished. She did not return to the crime scene.
It was a short and rather irrelevant one that didn’t mean to much to Bastille. She sighed and glared at homi her eyes focusing again.
“either I get alcohol tonight, or I get a cigarette! These headaches are really grading on my nerves and my body doesn’t like pain meds!” she said then grumped.
However the truth was not the nicotine. That just helped the pain complex. Bastille had been hit with a bullet shell at the shooting range a few days ago and it gave her yet another unnecessary concussion. Now her nicotine head aches got worse and worse. Bastille however was used to bad pain. Shed been shot many times in the field…bullet scars where evident on her back and chest. No one saw most of them, they where located in places she usually covered. There was one in her arm where one skimmed her however these old scars didn’t matter. She was being stared at for this stupid double pain. She stood up and wobbled a bit. She looked at unfettered.
“yah..ill skip….” She said not caring to hear homis protest she was almost sure would come. “lets go hang in the back field…maybe I can take a nap before the onslaught for orders from brown haired bastard…really…” she said already heading out. Her condition really didn’t look that great but Bastille would tough about anything.
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Post by Homi Shiela on Aug 30, 2008 23:12:16 GMT -8
Homi jumped lightly at the sudden proximity to the strange man.
"...Ja... 'chu need to get to ze Nurse's Office---I mean..." He paused "D'you need to skip ze next period?"
“im fine” Bastille was putting on a brave front again, but Homi couldn't overlook Unfetter's suggestion to Bastille. “either I get alcohol tonight, or I get a cigarette! These headaches are really grading on my nerves and my body doesn’t like pain meds!”
"Neither of those will help this situation," Homi muttered almost to low for Bastille to hear, knowing that antagonizing Bastille would not help either of them now.
“yah..ill skip….lets go hang in the back field…maybe I can take a nap before the onslaught for orders from brown haired bastard…really…”
"You can't skip the next period," Homi began, trying to keep any whine or preaching out of her voice. "I'm not in that class with you, since I took that as a study period. You're already falling behind in what they're teaching." but Homi knew that it was pointless to argue anymore, though. Especially with what appeared to be backup in her decision. Homi got up from her kneel to possibly help Bastille if she happened to stumble. "I'm going with you to make sure you're really alright though." Homi insisted, knowing that Bastille wouldn't have a problem with Homi there as long as she didn't press her too hard to go back to class.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 31, 2008 0:00:04 GMT -8
Small Talk “im fine” was the unconvincing reply. Yet, it sounded more like her---although, granted, her eyes were going funky again, like that already commonly referred to time in the nurse's office. So concerning that he didn't even notice Fraulen Yellow Eyes' sudden jump.“either I get alcohol tonight, or I get a cigarette! These headaches are really grading on my nerves and my body doesn’t like pain meds!” "Neither of those will help this situation,"?
Did Fraulen Homi say something?---Naw. Probably not. And even if she did, if it was so quiet he couldn't hear it, it wasn't meant for him. Either way, he was getting quite a bit out of this meeting. Perhaps this sounded detached, but it was fascinating to him, the way they interacted, so easily through their eyes, and the basic, almost automatic responses that they triggered. Clear in both their faces.
Heh... he couldn't help but admire this relationship. No, he couldn't quite place why. But the way that Bastille strode on with this 'I'm a badass, but I'm really soft inside' (...Not much evidence to this, save this one, fuzzy memory, but it was a hope), and Homi's sisterly---hell, even motherly concern helped balance each other out perfectly like a Yin-Yang insignia, and what it stood for.---With Bastille suddenly getting up, the German fell back on his ass, both his hands going behind him, to catch him, as he looked up at Frau Red Eyes.“yah..ill skip….lets go hang in the back field…maybe I can take a nap before the onslaught for orders from brown haired bastard…really…” "Alright... gut then, let'z---" turning his head downward, looking about tiredly, as if that settled the matter, when:"You can't skip the next period, I'm not in that class with you, since I took that as a study period. You're already falling behind in what they're teaching." *Rising Brow*
He looked over at Bastille for a moment, then back at Homi... then looked down, closing his eye, shrugging as if to say '...Look, let's just get something done here'. But what she said struck a chord in him..."I'm going with you to make sure you're really alright though." *Scratch* *Scratch*"...Ja..." closing his mouth suddenly, stopping himself from taking a huge yawn, the current oxygen deprivation obvious, as his eye-lid continued to look down, albeit a bit more lucidly, as he pressed his hands to his sides, scooting himself backwards, before tucking in his legs beneath him, and stumble-stepping lightly, backwards, as he re-pocketed his hands, though from the way he wobbled, he definetely was thinking clearly, but his balance was slightly off. He was the third wheel here. Anyone looking in here could tell. But that was far better from his usual duties. And besides, that's what 'Militia' would be for, right? He could afford to take a break just this once.
Casting a tired grin on his face, he nodded backwards. "...Ve can settle zat vith ze nurse or the front desk... or even ze teacher later on. Health is a priority, ja?"If they'd started to get moving on though, he'd begin to walk with them, though he had no real reason to if they asked anything. But if there was enough given silence, he'd go ahead and throw out the questions that had been burning in the back of his mind:"..Zo vat class did you two come from? Und vat vaz zis shower-recital all about?"---Unless someone else brought up something else, in which case, his words would die in his throat, regardless of whichever part of his sentence he was at.
Funny. He could take to one-on-one's rather well. But this was the first time in a long---no, ever, since he'd actually hung out with a 'group' of people, as opposed to the norm. The fact that he wasn't talking as much came as a bit of an interest to himself, as he observed this little factor. Perhaps just not confident enough, the situation wasn't right or, because of the setting or summat.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 31, 2008 22:06:03 GMT -8
Bastille shuffled her way towards the back field twitching every few seconds at the site of the sun. she then plopped herself under a tree quickly and sighed.
“NO NURSES, TEACHERS NOTHING….though a little fight sounds nice, though I don’t think I can handle it…I think im turning into a vampire….the sun is getting irritating”
She mused lightly closing her eyes as she sat. She could feel the awkward behavior between the two of them. Unfettered didn’t seem to like groups and well Homi seemed to hate skipping and talking in a normal tone of voice. Then again quiet was her style, something Bastille appreciated. Bastille continued to chew on her stick observing the inside of her eye lids. Bastille drew further into the shade of the trees.
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Post by Homi Shiela on Aug 31, 2008 22:23:27 GMT -8
Homi followed quietly, trying to relax dispite how uncomfortable she was with both Bastille skipping class and being in so much pain and the stranger still accompaning(sp?) them around the campus.
"...Ve can settle zat vith ze nurse or the front desk... or even ze teacher later on. Health is a priority, ja?" Homi prepared herself for Bastille's outburst. Bastille HATED hospitals, doctors, teachers, basically any sort of authority...
“NO NURSES, TEACHERS NOTHING….though a little fight sounds nice, though I don’t think I can handle it…I think im turning into a vampire….the sun is getting irritating” Homi tried her hardest to ignore the comment about the fighting.
"I doubt you're turning into a vampire," Homi sighed, "I think its just your head and the sun..."
"..Zo vat class did you two come from? Und vat vaz zis shower-recital all about?" Homi glanced at Unfettered before quickly recovering herself and looking away. "Umm we were in Musical Theatre class..." Homi replied quietly, "it was an assignment to sing, but Bastille preferred the shower room to the classroom," she finished, trying to speak up but still maintaining her shy quiet voice. She then went over to the tree where Bastille had plopped down and sat down lightly and pulled her knees up to her chest so she sat in a slgiht curled up ball.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 1, 2008 4:24:18 GMT -8
Subtle, Pressing Undertones “NO NURSES, TEACHERS NOTHING….though a little fight sounds nice, though I don’t think I can handle it…I think im turning into a vampire….the sun is getting irritating” Frau Red Eyes rambled on, quickly landing herself right underneath a tree, under some shade. For a moment, the German was outright confused---Mindset completely more on the emphasis of 'Health being the priority' and... what being logically wrong with that? Unless there were some masochistic tendencies yet to be mentioned---Until he ran the words in his head again. Nurses... teachers... Apparently, Red Eyes was focusing more on, at least in his opinion, the little details, though at least that way, her complaint made some sort of sense, as opposed to being outright random.
Taking out his hands, and ending up just repocketing them, he stood about, a twisted, crooked smile on his face, as his left brow from over his eye-patch raised up. Honestly, he didn't know whether that irritated, or if the reaction itself was more amusing. Opting for the latter, his contorting lips finally made for a small smile."I doubt you're turning into a vampire, I think its just your head and the sun..." Fraulen Yellow Eyes went about to answer for him, as all of them came to a standstill. Apparently in the full-on observation of Bastille. Turning his head to Homi at that point, he awaited his response, or lack thereof, accordingly, as his face settled into a kindly, but more neutral stance."Umm we were in Musical Theatre class... it was an assignment to sing, but Bastille preferred the shower room to the classroom," In spite of the fact of just witnessing it, "Unfettered" couldn't help but raise a brow at this as well, but his overall amusement to this making itself plain on his face. Finally with a set personal motive of character choice, his left arm wrapped about his waist, as his right elbow rested on it, his two forefingers and thumb propping itself up, as he stroked his chin, eyeing Homi directly, as if to try to make her look up. Why was she turning away from him? He knew he wasn't as good as he'd like on first impressions, but still..."...Musical Theatre class..." though, from the way he mumbled, it sounded more like a question. At a glance, it'd appear that he was focusing on the wrong thing himself, but the 'singing in the shower' was already out there. Nothing much else to discuss, unless he wanted to throw some playful ridicule over at poor Frau Red Eyes' direction. But even he knew when to lay off. More rather:"Vell, ve're avay from ze school for ze most part, away from ze students... ze mood isn't for a spar or... more accurately, a rematch..." he'd say with a more coy grin, as he threw his weight backwards, wincing a bit as he landed a bit harder than he would've liked, as he'd lean back, and use his arms to support him upward. Nice blue sky today... not as many clouds as he'd like, though. "Und from vat I gazzer, vatching you call out zat lion vould probably be too much of a hassle." Eyeing Bastille for a moment, then looking over at Homi again, as if to ask if she knew anything, or if he was just making a crazy out of himself, but he continued on, conversationally,"..So... vould eizzer of you care to sing something zen?"Ah, yes. Questions. Safe, lets other people talk about themselves and lets the listener not show himself for the social awkward butterfly that he was. Oh sure, prepare a speech to try and persuade the masses to call for a change in the Student Hierarchy, but in a social 'hang-out' session?
...Hell, he'd never done that before, had he?
More to the point though... Musical Theatre. Really? Her? And 'Homi'... Shy, quiet person that she was. Was it a required class or something? No... that's not the correct question to his answer's query.
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Was it fun?
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