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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 22, 2008 22:34:30 GMT -8
“You wind me up in a school this size I still say it’s your fault, and not mine” She muttered. Of course Bastilles feud with god was kept in a whisper though its bitter tone was enough to catch at least a few passers attention. A new school, a new start, and how many of those had she had? For once she was thinking about “not” having a “new start” in the world of teenagers. For some reason her foster parents found her unnatural obsession with fencing and being as blocked as she could, unnatural and thus began to frantically bring her into a school that might change her into something, well, normal. Bastille got to pick the school and of course she chose the one school her parents would one, live near, two, not know anything about, and three sounded good. Here she was standing under the clock tower with an extremely bored expression upon her fair skinned face. Her pink lips pursed around a toothpick as she gnawed on it endlessly.
Bastille blamed god for everything in her life, thus releasing her of the unwanted blame. If he was all powerful he could stop it but he didn’t so she had every right to blame him. As the new student concluded her daily feud with the high ups she scooted down the side of the tower to sit idly cross legged watching the kids go by without so much as a word. She had no interest in them, though she could tell some were curious about her. She shoved her sound blocking headsets over her ears and shrugged her arms out of her bomber jacket so that it hung loosely on her somewhat broad shoulders. Her lips pursed as she took out the toothpick. She broke it with two fingers then flicked the remains. She would burn them, but along with her cigarettes her lighter had been confiscated, to provide a tolerable life style for her room mate who like her had some issues to work out.
Bastille began to tap her foot to the music though it was completely silent. From the way she tapped one would think she was listening to a loose style of rock. However contradicting popular assumption she was listening to Tenders’ Waltz., a song she liked. Her shades covered her crimson eyes as they scanned the school again looking at students as they began to race to class. She was new, and was going to use that to the best of her ability. However before her mind settled for a nap she was suddenly reminded of a text she had received earlier. Flipping open the phone with the same bored look she looked at the screen. Her lips tightened into a frown. “ go to class today she says” Bastille mocked homis voice with perfect accuracy. She grumbled and got to her feet swinging her black duffle bag, that held all of her fencing equiptment and then maybe a few school items, over her shoulder and slouching off. Immediately she knew…she was lost. “yah yah, ill get to class…when I find it” she muttered to the air.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 22, 2008 23:12:11 GMT -8
Mathew was already feeling right at home at this point. He was still new but anyone that gave him lip pretty much got an ass kicking. Well most of the people he encountered that is. Today was no diffrent then any other. Ignoring the fact that it was about time for first period Mathew stood outside in the courtyard by one of the many trees that dotted the area. IT was a nice day out in his opinion and he had no intention of wasting it inside of a classroom! That was just crazy. However some people felt that it wasn't a waste and some of those people thought it was their duty to bring students to class. It was one of those students that stood before him now. A young black kid whose name wasn't important to him so he didn't bother to ask. Mathew glared at the kid as the kid got in to a pathetic stance as if he was really going to fight him.
Mathew would snort seeing that and he would shoot his hand out grabbing the kid by the shirt and pulled him close before headbutting him, slamming his forehead in to the boy's nose causing it to break with a spray of blood. Then like nothing had happened Mathew would literally toss the boy away from him and the body landed with a thud right in front of some girl.
Letting out another small laugh he would begin to wipe the blood that had sprayed from the kid's nose off of his face. If someone else had something to say to him then they could just fucking try for all he cared. But, he wasn't going to class on a day like today. That was for sure.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 23, 2008 19:35:42 GMT -8
“nice” she snorted. Her aloof retort was the extent of her interest in the boy on the ground. Her crimson eyes still hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. She took another step over the boy this time not bothering to see if he was ok and walked towards the trees. She passed him quietly and jumped grabbing a low branch with ease and swinging herself up onto it where she swung her legs over kicking them lightly in the noon day sun. this way she wasn’t as easily noticed. She looked down at the guy setting her duffle bag next to her on the branch with a bored pout.
“tell me, is this a daily process, all the blood shed…seeing as I noticed the blood stains on the science building a few hours ago…yah know…im kinda new here” she said in the same bored tone not exactly looking at him. She seemed to be not quite interested in anything imparticular. However she needed to know this school and this guy seemed like he would talk if she didn’t try to force him. She eyed the guy now with faint interest. His stature and apparel, well, it was eye catching.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 23, 2008 19:46:54 GMT -8
Long ago Mathew learned to take things in stride, the only thing that ever came of being dumbfounded was missed oppertunity. This didn't mean he never got surprised but he always tried to keep his wits about him. But even he had to admit that he was surprised over this girl. She steps over a body, walks over to him, climbs a tree, and starts a conversation with him as if nothing happened. That was something you didn't see everyday. Especially from a girl. Oh sure now and then you would get the guy that tries to preach to you or defend the kid you just beat up. This however, was a new one.
A small shake of the head with a single "heh" of laughter was his response before looking up at the girl. As was usual for Mathew when meeting a new girl he would take a moment to himself letting himself check her out and evaluate her looks. He was quite open about it since he felt there was no shame in checking someone out if they were cute.
When he was done checking her out he would run his right hand through his hair moving the bangs out of his face before answering with a grin. "Depends on how annoyed I am with people that day." He decided to say going with him and not in general. He figured she meant at the school, but if he could have a little bit of fun with her then why not do so?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 23, 2008 20:53:55 GMT -8
Bastille smirked at that. Her crimson eyes glimmered and at the moment she pushed the bulky shades up to her head not caring that half of her bangs went with it making her hair messy. She looked down at him with a raised brow then jumped down behind him. She still wore a smirk; however her brow was raised incredulously. She was looking him over quietly her arms folded defensively across her chest.
“I don’t prefer to stay high when males look up with meaning, and I meant the school, though its nice to know…remind me not to piss you off…I could care less to fight with someone of your stature” she said her lips curling back into their tight frown of boredom. She looked around for more kid “proctors” as she now deemed them but found none with her red eyes and turned back to him this time flicking her silver hair out of the way. Her two toned hair was the best part about her in her opinion. She stood there trying to interpret his expression and mannerisms, coming to the quick conclusion he was like most teen men, a little too stupid for their own good.
Of course, that impression would only stick until she was proven wrong, or given reason to take it further. She didn’t like people who thought they could get it along with her, and she quickly showed them up, smacking it all back in their face before they had time to rebound. Only one man had ever broken past her sometimes rather painful pretences and he hadn’t come out unscathed. Bastille smirked at that memory, on of her favorites to say the least. However she returned her thoughts to the current situation to keep on guard though she had no intention of fighting. She would though, if his eyes wandered her maybe too mature body for her age.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 23, 2008 21:13:30 GMT -8
By the time she jumped down behind him he had already evaluated her to be of acceptable standards for him. The hair was a nice touch though he couldn't see her eyes past the glasses and didn't bother to look when she pushed them up. He was a lot like most guys. Physical beauty attracted him. He was comfortable admitting that he liked women, after all what guy didn't? And if he was open in his attentions, well he figured it was better then trying to hide it like a coward.
Unlike most guys though he would not turn to face her when she jumped down behind him. He wasn't going to give any impression of chasing her because honestly he didn't care enough to chase her. Would he check her out? Hell yes. If she was in a Bikini would he look twice? Probably. Was he going to try and keep her around him if she tried to leave? Nope.
"Oh, and trust me I knew what you meant. But if you want an answer to that question just use that pretty little head of yours. If it was uncommon there would be a commotion right? Well I don't hear the alarms." He would say smugly. Like most times he didn't care what people thought of him. If they thought he was an arrogant asshole... well he was. It was just part of who he was. Given he had reason to be cocky. Back home he was a big shot and he planned to be one here too.
"So you planning on trying harder or did you find out I'm not your type?" He asked in that same smug tone. "I mean, thats why you walked over a bleeding body to come to my tree right?" He would ask as if that was the only possible reason for her to be there, and with his back to her she would not be able to see his grin but he did love messing with people and giving them a hard time. It was... fun.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 23, 2008 21:43:52 GMT -8
Bastille scoffed. “big cheese” was the next description to pop into her mind as she laughed at his actions. Her? Like him? No, no, though he was close to her type, she was picky and he was well out of her precise want range. No she had only enough interest in him to try and keep herself company as she counted minutes before she got into trouble. She continued to look at his back.
“Dream on, Macho…I don’t date, and I hardly find you attractive in that sense, you beat up a kid and looked like someone who I was willing to speak with that’s all” she said with a satisfied tone. She wasn’t going to walk away, not till she got more out of him. Oh she would play with words and intricate phrases till she did. The info he gave her about the school, she knew, she just wanted to hear him say it. But she also knew somewhere in her mind he was expecting that. She took a step back and bent down deciding a better position would be to lay on the grass. More obvious and a greater risk of being found, but hey…this kid got to beat others up, then so could she. She took her duffle bag and made it into a pillow leaning against it and sighing.
“well then…seems like I wont waste a nice day….first day and all I do is slack off…sounds good….ill take some kids homework then” she said smirking.
“that is if I ever remember where my classes where to begin with” she continued to ramble aloud without a care who heard her. Another one of her spoofs that she constantly did.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 23, 2008 21:56:55 GMT -8
Mathew wasn't planning to just stand around and play 20 questions. He would turn around to face her direction and look down at her. Mostly at her face but he allowed himself another passing glance at her. She was cute, it was a shame she was so difficult. He had to admit that it made her a bit more interesting. But the question would then be was he willing to put in the effort to woo her or would it be better to just said fuck it.
"Well you are welcome to lay around and wait around for a Pillar to drag you to class. I however think I am going to ditch today." He would say with a shrug that said he didn't care if she chose to stay and get forced in to class or come with him or not. "So if you don't intend to go to class I suggest you get up off your ass babe." He would say in a tone that made it quite clear that he had quite a lot of self esteem, as if anyone could miss that fact.
It was without another word that he would turn from her and begin to walk away from the building where class was being held. Hands going through his brown hair before clasping each other at the back of his head nonchalantly. He assumed that she would go after him if for no other reason then he was skipping and wasn't likely to get forced to class. And if she didn't, well that was her loss.
"Oh and the name's Mathew." He would call back over his shoulder in case she chose not to follow him. "It's a name you should remember." He would add with a cocky grin.
Because soon it is going to be a name you will hear a lot.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 25, 2008 22:09:16 GMT -8
“only if they want to loose their asses, will a pillar force me” she said being slightly over ignorant. She stood up however and followed him shoving the shades back on. She had nothing better to do and 20 questions happened to be a game she liked very much. She was behind him matching his stride to hers with ease. Her hands folded behind her head as she bag was slung across her body. The hilt of the blunt blade hanging out of its contents. She smirked chewing on what looked like another toothpick before she looked at the sky.
“Bastille….its Bastille…” she murmured back somewhat captivated by the sky for a moment. It was broken by his next comment which her red eyes stared him up and down again this time adding stuck up to his description. She continued to follow him knowing where he went meant no danger for her so she kept to the plan and stuck close. She stride was perfect as her numerous belts clinked lightly. “im sorry, I forgot it already…” she said flatly frowning.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 29, 2008 18:36:17 GMT -8
"Heh"
He said softly when he heard her hint that she could kick the ass of a pillar if one tried to get her to do something. Mathew was not nearly that ignorant. He was sure that he could toast anyone in this school but it was better to assume that there were those stronger then you. Besides there was nothing to say that people had to fight him solo. There were no rules in a fight. Honor didn't exist. You did what you had to do to come out on top because the loser was at the mercy of the winner, and he was not willing to count on anyone having mercy.
"Well thats a shame." He would say with a small smirk and shrug as he continued to walk, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of trouble. Enforcers, pillars, teachers, or anything else that might be a problem. His right hand went in to his right pocket on instinct looking for the brass knuckles that he used to carry around with him. He had to admit he missed having his little toys, it made fighting a lot easier and people stayed clear of him.
"I take it then you just like to stalk then. I mean you sure do seem to enjoy my company." He would say looking over his shoulder back at her. He didn't care if she thought him stuck up, he was after all. Vanity was certainly a trait of his and one that he was fine with. After all he had reason to be cocky, he was tough and good looking. Hell he was even smart when he was interested in a subject, he was no scientist but he always found a way to get what he wanted.
"So are you going to talk or anything or just follow me around like a lost puppy?" He would say flashing her a cocky grin before turning his head back away from her with a small exhale of a laugh.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 29, 2008 20:09:37 GMT -8
“I prefer lost cat, dogs are annoying and whine….and no im jut bored that’s all.” She said folding her hands behind her head. She wasn’t as ignorant as her words depicted, she was just rather bored of being underestimated as well. Suddenly something caught her eye. A student far off. However her crimson gaze lost interest and returned to the guy in front of her. She was trying to see what made him so cocky…wondering what exactly it was that made him tick into his particular mood frame. She gave up almost instantly settling with idea he probably earned it. She was light on her feet as she followed him watching his moves, yet over all that her thoughts wondered. Homi was probably in class like a good girl, and she was out here playing hooky day one. Bastille had never liked school, being rich never worked for her as well as she liked, and it causes unwanted publicity.
However,…Her eyes narrowed intensely for a moment as she suddenly stopped in her tracks. She didn’t realize she had stopped or that she was clenching her fists so hard until her hands began to bleed. She looked at them with faint interest then stuffed her clenched fists into her pockets. She wasn’t in the mood to think of her other family today, bleeding was troublesome. Her mood instantly reverted back to a bored, idol tone as she began to hum a small toon.
“tell me, what do you do during your free time here, or am I right to assume your just beat up people…probably court girls left and right….ya got the looks to do it, that’s for sure…girls at my old school would have come running, then again anything to get away from the noble wealth who never look better then nerd status and flaunt money like it grows on trees…” she said aloud trying her edge at conversation making though ultimately failing probably. The only two people who had ever stirred conversation out of her, was Gilgamesh who she only argued with persistently over his perverted ways, and Homi who at least had the audacity to bring up an interesting subject that Bastille could at least keep up with. She sighed and continue her pace her harness clinking against her belt.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 29, 2008 20:30:46 GMT -8
"Ha!" He would say when she said he probably only beat up people. It was true that he did do that a lot, it was fun after all. But he liked to think that he was a bit more then the average thug. He even liked to think that he had what it took to be in politics someday.
"Well I do a bit more then beat people up." He would say turning around and for the first time since the tree he would really look at her. Notice how much taller he was then her. The thinness of her frame and the way her hair moved in the soft breeze that moved through the school grounds.
"I am not going to lie, that is a part of it. I am a sucker for a pretty face what can I say. And well... people annoy me so I shut them up." He would say with a shrug. "But if you really want to know I just got transfered here... forced transfer you could say. So lets just say.... I do politics." He said with a grin. He didn't feel like going in to it all with her yet, but when he said politics he meant he was more of an activist.
The whole reason he was here was to get him away from his followers. Back in New York he was the ringleader of a large revolt against the corrupt system of schooling. Specifically the headmaster of PHS #552 who abused his power to a disgusting degree to the point of gassing the students and forcing them to fight. That was one of many reasons that Mathew started the war of reformation and it was going quite well before he was removed and stuffed in to a school on the other side of the country. Though he knew it was only a matter of time before he started his good work over here too.
"But more importantly, you think I'm good looking." He would say with a grin and a wink as he took a step closer to her bridging the gap that had grown between them when she stopped.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 29, 2008 20:52:23 GMT -8
Bastille looked up at him with a frown. One brow raised incredulously at him. Her glasses slid down her nose as she gave him a very patronizing stare. Then with a roll of her eyes shoved her glasses back up and crossed her arms over her chest.
“yes, I don’t deny truth, you have looks, ill give you that…” she said without even omitting a blush.
She backed up on step to stare up at him again this time interested in his story. She smirked. “ah…well, don’t include me in massive uprising, im here to get an education then live a life in a mansion until im dying then probably have my rich kids take care of me” she said flatly. The last part was true, she could have her kids take care of her and live in her wealth, but it wasn’t in the least what she wanted. She turned to face to her left pulling up the collar on her bomber jacket as if to block from the sun more. Kicking the ground lightly she then turned back to face him with a smirk.
“though it is interesting, just how many worlds collide in a place like this…that’s why I came here, conned my fosters to allow me to come, though telling them it was a good school was the biggest lie I eve made…I think the first to my mother” she said flatly moving back to face him fully and looking up at him.
“is there a reason your astonished by the fact im not scared of you?” she said reading that much from his face.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 12, 2008 19:17:33 GMT -8
"Oh I know I have looks." He would say matter of factly. He was actually a bit vain about his looks. He thought he had a pretty good personality when he wanted to be charming too. But he was still best known for being a violent asshole. Though, he was still trying to work up his reputation here. Then she asked what the reason was that he was surprised that he didn't scare her. That question earned a smile from him.
"Oh I am not surprised. Well not REALLY since I haven't done anything for you to be afraid of... yet." He would say with a half joking grin... only half though. "Honestly I don't care if I am feared, loved, respected or whatever as long as I get what I want." He would say with a shrug before sweeping his bangs out of his face with his right hand looking down at the shorter girl.
"My turn for a question now. Why the hell do you WANT to go to a violent school full of freaks and psychos? Are you a freak? Or are you a Psycho?" He would ask with a grin and a laugh as he folded his arms over his chest waiting for his answer. After all if she was so set on playing 20 questions then he would play too. He was bored after all.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 12, 2008 19:26:13 GMT -8
“because you cant beat up preps at proper university using a blunt rapier and for the most part get away with it without seven months of people calling you the devils spawn, honestly the rich are so in themselves rich it sickening…I rather like lowlifes, they’re views interest me, plus its easier to beat them up using non fair methods as well….” She explained as though she had said it about one hundred time before. She then dropped her hand one hand on her hip the other holding a tooth pick like a cigarette as she stared at him her crimson eyes almost glowing over her sun glasses. She then pushed up her glasses again quite convinced she was content with the circumstances. She liked this guy, he was different. There was more to him then he let on and Bastille was almost determined to know what. Not enough to go all out over him but hey, it was fun to ask people questions. Suddenly something he said caught her attention. Nothing to fear as of yet…well Bastille never really got scared unless she was playing fatal frame II all hours of the night with just Homi in the room who did nothing but squeak and squeal as ghosts popped out then later dressed up like them only to walk in on Bastille in the shower. Bastille cringed at the thought. That was scary, this guy however was only intimidating if anything and even then Bastille would take him on if he challenged though she wasn’t really willing. She was to lazy for that.
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