|
|
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 12, 2009 1:02:30 GMT -8
The moon glowed over the school, reflecting the great light of the day…only giving visibility to those within its reach. It was like a silver palace, the world of night…when all the lights where turned out and the full of the moons glow settled upon every surface like pools of liquid light. Just so happens, tonight was a blackout night, no thanks to a recent massacre of gang members that just so happened to take place at the local power plant of long beach. They would have it repaired soon…Bastille was sure.
Crimson hues glowed bright blue in the moonlight. A strange effect her eyes had…yet in her reflection her eyes turned out to be a blur of a mass. She turned back to look as the moonlight lit up the school she had once attended. Memories…like the moonlight that now dominated the grounds…her eyes narrowed. It had only been about two years, and yet so much had happened here and then in those two years after…it was like a life time. Bastille felt the blood on her hands beginning to dry and she sighed. Standing she gave one last look before backing into the shadows of the school walls. The lights flickered on minutes later…but Bastille was gone.
-------------------------------------------------------------
School…the melancholy place. The horrid, horrid place of tortured minds. Bastille should have been in college by now, something told her that skipping two years of school had been a bad thing. Something had been calling her back to Long Beach. She hadn’t wanted to come but unfortunately…to keep her from going back to the federal penitentiary she had to actually be who Aiden and Homi claimed her to be. For years (two years) she had worked hard to create an completely separate entity. Fleur was the assassin of the night, a rich and most impressive yet illusive girl with a full life of experiences and education. Creating a separate life was harder then just another identity…Bastille had to go actually make relationships in that body…the girl with short black hair cut in a French bob and often wearing expensive garments.
Bastille had been caught as fleur but luckily since she had also lived the life as Bastille…they released her under the pretence that she was wrongly accused of being the illusive fleur. They had been right…but they had failed to see through her work. Homi and Aiden had been the ones to come and release her from death row…fun place.
Now she was back in long beach…living with Aiden and Homi…somewhat happier again. Her assassin group members had carried on her missions without her allowing the police to believe Fleur was still at large while Bastille was under careful watch. This made it easier for Bastille to still complete Amalgam missions but live both lives at once. After all…according to records, Fleur disappeared after high school.
So that brings us to the spunky British girl who sat under a tree at school spinning a small metal charm on the end of a string, the very same charm she had learned to hypnotize people into remembering false memories about Fleur…a girl who technically didn’t exist. Class would begin soon…but Bastille just wasn’t feeling math today. Her head phones where over her ears blasting classical music by Carter Burwell and Yo Yo Ma. Her sword was at her side and her crimson eyes where hidden behind a pair of $5 sun glasses. Her signature Bomber Jacket should have been too hot to wear in this weather but in a way, Bastille thought it cooled her. She snatched the swinging charm in her hand just as the bell rang out into the school. Ah yes….the memories…..Her lips curved into a signature smirk.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 12, 2009 20:43:03 GMT -8
The Crimson wind tore through the heavy leather jacket placed firmly atop a set of broad shoulders. A fiery blaze was building behind him as the tremors shuddered the tiled ground at his feet. Britain was a harsh place in his memory, Gabriel had spent a large part of his life there, two years trapped behind walls of limestone and oppression, working as a slave to an organization who viewed him as expendable. Emerald eyes fixated on the pyre as the home that had housed him since birth burnt into nothingness, the screams of innocents melted away behind them. Mother, Father? They had burned, and their vengence was carried out, two years later in Britain. The Valkyrie command center burned before his very eyes as Gabriel spit on the flames. They deserved this fate. They deserved worse. And Locksley still amde it away.
The Sonnet of summer played in his head as the school year, long as it had seemed, was almost nearing his graduation. Gabriel had spent his entire life in a mix of school and conflict. This year had been nothing different, over the past two years he'd gone from freedom fighter, to murderer. Something he still regretted and yet nothing could be done about it, so he kept moving on, even as the school bell rang.
Gabriel Seran, wearing fairly tight clothes for his own style, broke out into the hallways with his head angled down and attention resolved elsewhere. His feet heavy with no apparent anticipation for the coming weekend. He strolled along the hallways unimpeeded by any newcomers, in fact he stood out in accordance to the rest. A small foot barrier between him and the next person walking just outside his bubble.
*Thump*
"Pardon moi..." He turned to see a crimson eyed angel..once again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 12, 2009 23:42:29 GMT -8
"pardon yourself frenchie" She scoffed without even thinking about the accent that seemed to piss her off so much. She was outside in the open, why couldnt he even realize that she was there and had been there first. Her eyes rolled behind her glasses until they rested on the figure who had so unkindly triped over her. With a sudden smirk she pushed her sun glasses back up on her nose and sighed.
"never mind, sorry, see you" She said and got up thrusting her backback onto her back. Maybe she might just go to class.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 12, 2009 23:48:33 GMT -8
Gabriel looked down taking note of the figure before him, last he'd seen her the woman had saved his life. Surely a dumb thing to do as most would say. Nonetheless Gabriel must have felt grateful. He owed Bastille for many things and yet according to her they still wouldn't be friends.
"Bastlle...I_...Thank you, I owe you more than you know..." Gabriel said all too suddenly and without warning bent down to give her a hug.
Sadly it was the most affection he'd given anyone, and should have certainly meant more. He'd back up once more undoubtably giving her the much needed space she deserved and then relaxed controlling himself once agian to become the emotionless bastard that he was. But she knew better of course, only her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 0:02:59 GMT -8
Her eyes widened. First of all she should have been insulted that he had to bend down...but that neither he nor she herself could help. Secound, he had hugged her at all!!! It was beyond spooky to her...A noticable shiver ran down her spine. She cleared her throat and watched him. Something in his eyes...her crimson ones searched his before she nodded and sighed.
"Well...what has gotten into the proud Gabriel Seran that he would openly embrace me..."
She asked quizically before raising a brow. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder then looked around an dpushed her sunglasses back up. She made it obvious she was nervous. she wasnt exactly happy about being back at school...especially since she had done her homework to know a certain "other" person was back.
"Im trying to keep a down low so if you will excuse me...." she said turning again and about to walk away.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 13, 2009 0:09:02 GMT -8
"I felt so inclined because it was indebted, you saved my life if you remember?"
Gabriel watched her appearance become twitchy and nervous as if she wanted to get away. To just break out and run for freedome. Gabriel wasn't there to stop her, but he was curious.
Questions that forced into mind. Why so evasive? Who was she always running from? And why? All answers he knew he wouldn't get but once more it was in his nature to try and since the direct route was the only one he'd yet to embrace....What the hell.
"What are you running from Bastille?" Gabriel questioned not as a command but sympathetically as a friend.
A thought lept its way into the fray, 'Let me help...?'
|
|
|
|
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 0:38:43 GMT -8
"Ah yes you where in that...that...um...im going to sin more then the devil phase" She smirked and nodded in rememberance. She tried to remember what it was that had caused her to save his life that day...possibly his behavior...or was it his potential. Ah, the biggest mystery was her own actions. Bastille liked a challange...either way she had been interestingly compelled to save his life. Besides what was life without a rival...
whoooo right now happened to be trying to befriend her. Bastilled, didnt like him prying. She wasnt running from anyone...inparticular. She was just avoiding a certain person she had never completely broken it off with. What could she say...work literally stole her life. But why did Gabriel want to know. In a way they where both assassins...and in a way they both knew eachother best. Bastille was the observer...it was odd to see her in action like this. Maybe that was why he was curious. Either way bastille shrugged her shoulders.
"an ex"
|
|
|
|
Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 14, 2009 14:25:58 GMT -8
Gabriel cocked a brow, for all he seemed to know he'd neglected the fact that Bastill ehad a life. Strange huh? He smirked slightly almost in a playful fashion before double thinking it. Probably best not to upset her again. He gave a dutiful nod before addressing her again.
"Like I said before, any way I can help?" He replied again in the same dutiful tone.
Though questions burst inside him wondering what idiot got himself into her monkey barrel full of emotional backlashes, verbal accusations and beatings. Gabriel gave a quick look about to see if he'd drawn any attention undoubtably the certain ex amy be keeping a close eye on her. Though with her skill set it wouldn't be hard to avoid a teenage boy.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2009 14:34:05 GMT -8
"Not just any guy, David Blaze....though he is making it easy as hell, dosent even notice me. Wonder if i crushed him that bad....oops" She said making the entire ordeal sound non chalant. But if Bastille was going to this much effort to avoid him, obviously the entire thing hadnt been just a ruse. Her eye returned to Gabriels face and she watched it carefully for a long moment. Suddenly she grabbed it and began to turn it from side to side, then up and down as if searching his face for something. Holding no restraint, her fingers dug in a bit however she quickly released his face and frowned.
"Hm yes....you have changed....i dont see that suicidal glimmer any more, no there is something else...something...i recognize" she said then paused. Her eyes almost changed their tone, going from a bored looke to a serious and somewhat demonic look...she was looking deep into his muscle movements...though many would percieve it was his soul. Her theory always remained that one could tell a lot by the ways muscles moved in a person. She however shook her head and shrugged it off.
"Nah...must be my misconception...you did get taller though Frenchie...ill give you that"
|
|
|
|
Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 14, 2009 14:43:50 GMT -8
David Blaze.... Gabriel froze almost as if he'd been hit by a bullet. A rolling in his stomach made it's way to his brain. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL Gabriel felt himself fighting it and then without restraint he burst into laughter. The thought was now that Bastille was a prude must make sense why David was so uptight all the time.
Gabriel laughed hard til his face was siezed of examination and toyed with as if he were cut beef. He followed her eyes almost hypnotically till she tossed him away.
"What're you a doctor now?" Gabriel replied a bit taken aback.
Undoubtably he'd changed, still the same ambition and passion that fueled him but now he was withought a plan, and a man without one was quite often dangerous and off track.
"Maybe you just got shorter..." He showed a small joking grin
|
|
|
|
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2009 22:14:02 GMT -8
Bastille smirked when he broke out into laughter. A smile suited Gabriel...much more then a frown. Bastille however kept her thoughts to herself. What use where they anyway, they where just ramblings in the first place.
"No, my eyes got better....i can still predict your every move..."
She grinned and the took out a note book fro her pocket and using her mouth took off the pen cap. she began to write notes before stuffing it back in her back pocket. Bastille mused over something for a second then took the book out again and began to write in it again. Lately her actions followed her mind, if it wandered...so did she. she found she came up with the most interesting evaluations of people that way.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 16, 2009 23:15:40 GMT -8
"Is that so?" Gabriel grinned cleverly musing to himself.
Bastille did have quite the talent for noting his movements in and out of a fight. However it'd never stopped him before from fighting his all, though against her he'd always felt a sort of revery or respect of some sort.
"I've gotten quite a bit better from last we met... I'm sure asking for a duel might be out of line at the moment seeing as your ex would most certainly hear breath of it and break it up..."
Gabriel chuckled at David always trying to become the White Knight in a society driven into the darkness. Such an amiable cause but unfortunatly would take eons of work, and by them the generation would be dead.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 17, 2009 23:21:21 GMT -8
Bastille had, herself, admired davids true and loyal heart. It was what had drawn her to him, in a passion that could only be described as devil invoked. She shoved away the note book and raised a brow at him. Indeed a fight with him now would mean certain casualties to her side...she was not at his level even with her weapons though she had confidence she would one day be able to accomplish his levels with no problem and if they did choose to qaurrel she would hold out long enough to tease him, get a few hits...then before he could completely pummel her famous reputation...dash out. She had a habbit of that.
"Ah...yes, well....fighting you isnt on my agenda Napoleon, so your going to have to wait to dominate this country..." again with the jokes. She was overly fond of them. However she did suddenly slam her hilt into his shoulder, perhapse not hurting him but pushing him against a wall. Her red eyes narrowed a bit and a rather wicked smirk crossed her devilish lips. Her other hand ran up his arm softly up into his hair and curled her fingers into a fist, notting into his hair tightly.
"Ah but dont count me weak yet....let me make it clear, the only reason i saved you back there...was because it would be pitiful if you died that day, ever become a mindless glutton like that and you can count on my being first in line with this very sword ready to take your head off....im not fond of pathetic fools being my rivals"
She hissed the words before planting a light kiss on his lips and then letting him go to walk away a short two paces before turning over her shoulder with a smirk.
"Until later...Seran Monsuier" Ahhhh teasing the poor bloak with her bi polar ways. She really needed to learn to control her actions...her qi was partially to blame for her random emotion changes. Aside from that...she was feeling more drained every day from her own bodies qi going out of control. She wouldnt fight gabriel until her qi was under control. She also needed to stop being a hypocrite...like his had been...her mind, she could feel...was slowly slipping into madness.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 17, 2009 23:43:05 GMT -8
The rejection was much like her nature and Gabriel hadn't been too disappointed in it somewhat understanding her reasoning behind it. He simply stood idley letting her coil her way closer in a prevolently violent nature finding her words to be far more repulsive than her actions. He tried to remain detatched from his body unsuccessfully iguring it would be of better use to him inert at the moment though failed.Then their lips locked, a certainly odd but not unenjoyable part of their history together (lol not like that happened b4).
Parting as she did Gabriel scoffed at her. Thinkign of course that she was more French in anture than himself. A small laugh as her escapade appeared to be a success skipping away and out of sight.... What a pest. Good bye Red eyed Angel.
|
|
