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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 5, 2009 21:45:27 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. 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 that hadnt gone over well last time.
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 had no wish to visit class today. 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 homi's 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 Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 5, 2009 22:07:18 GMT -8
nice is the word just about every californian would use to describe this day. nice... nice weather out, oh yes quite. Victor however preffered to describe the weather as 'Shim tits' because 'shim tits' seemed like an awesome set of words... not unlike... 'shibby' or 'ricockulous' or any other word Victor had made up by simply combining ridiculous things that he thought was awesome, or that he heard on tv... whatever
and in this shim tits weather victor found himself, wearing simple faded grey v-neck that stretched over his large muscles, and his true religions with grey converse that matched the shirt. Victor had almost forgotten he owned every color of converse until he accidently stumbled upon them the other night, so now he had decided for the rest of the week to dress appropriately to match his shoes. today was gray day. almost to fit the mood of the grey victor let his hair down today, to which people may find it is actually quite long, though not anywhere past his ears it was layered and textured to lay over itself in neat strands that for whatever reason appeared to be constantly wet... but where not.
it looked damn good though.
though attractive had not been what Victor was shooting for today, he just wanted to be left alone, look normal, blend in... not be recognized as a bro or really anything else...
just fade into the crowd.
the last week had been rather rough on him... interesting challenges, trials and tribulations...
Victor just wanted to relax
bored for a moment of being Mr. party guy, tired for the moment of everyone challenging him just cause they knew he would react.
his dark deep blue eyes would be looking around the school, in attempts to avoid people he knew. or at least the usual people. he didn't want to see gabriel, or alexis, or giglamesh, or david, or matrim, or sara, or katsuri, or... well yeah, you get the idea
but when he saw the young white haired girl from the band room whom he'd met earlier in the month... well... that actually got his attention... someone like him would probably not bother him, and might just be who he would desire to be around right now.
he walked up behind her, not able to hide his confident walk or broad shoulders as he pushed past people to reach her.
"Hey Bastille, what are you up to?" Victor asked with a friendly smile
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 5, 2009 23:09:38 GMT -8
“Basking in the sun and enjoying the day as it passes me by, please…sit down Victor”
Bastille patted the ground near her. Pushing down her sunglasses she raised a brow to his outfit. She eyed the converse and smirked. Leaning back against the concrete again she sighed and allowed herself to relax. She was growing weaker, she could feel it. And she wasn’t sleeping at night…sunglasses came in handy more then one way. Hiding the bags under her eyes was becoming top priority. Homi already thought she was getting high every day…yes because getting high caused nightmares that made you get sick every night. Bastille sighed. No…whatever it was, it had been growing since a good while…growing in power…ever since the correctional facility. Either way she turned her eyes to the sun. Yes, there was yet more she could blame god for.
“What is new with you?”
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 5, 2009 23:48:11 GMT -8
Victor sat down next to her with a large almost falling motion, he laughed a little, he wore a little smirk instead of his usual lovable smile he thought about the question... what is new? well... lets see... been a little anti-social lately... that would be a good answer. humbler maybe? maybe... that might be pushing it. Victor was...
ah that was the word
growing up
and so he was going through a rough spot of "growing up" and...
and he hadn't really answered her question yet, had he?
detached from the world as he was, he was begining to grow attached... it was something he really wanted to stop immediately.
like right now.
Victor shrugged "Growing older, and hopefully growing wiser... trying to keep my head down for a little bit, some of these kids just want all their little games to play out... and I'm just a little sick of playing games right now" Victor replied easily, his deep blue eyes looking over in her direction, a little smile came to his face as he asked "And yourself?" the tambre of his voice soft, cool collected, but not his usual boisterous self, there was something softer to him about this moment.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 0:04:18 GMT -8
She smirked. She understood this guy perfectly. He was simple…she liked that.
“ah, trying to grow down…still dealing with games I played years ago…most of all missing the person who made those games worth while…”
She of course was speaking of Amtrum. What where the chances this guy knew him? Fare to none. But Bastille wouldn’t linger on it. She smirked and shrugged it off watching as students continued to hurry by almost violently. She turned to eye him over her sunglasses.
“You know it happens like this, you come here and somehow you immediately are pulled into a world of getting to the top…being the best…all sorts of games and mind puzzles…then you find yourself swirling and then if your lucky you end up like Gabriel…used to it all, if you are unlucky…you end up like me…” ah but she was allowing herself to let go with her words. Bastille lately was finding little to keep to herself. Probably not a good thing.
“What games if you don’t mind me asking?” she pretended to be interested in all the passerby’s.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 6, 2009 0:15:24 GMT -8
Victor smiled as she explained her view. "I Wouldn't call gabriel lucky... unless you mean lucky to be alive. though I don't know you well enough to say if you're unlucky" Victor said, then again everyone had their own opinions, he shrugged then thought about her second question.
"Games of the same sort you spoke of, I didn't know you knew gabriel, but who doesn't" Victor said, clearly uninterested in the passerby and not trying to hide it, he tilted his head back against the bench he sat on, then rolled it to the side so he was looking at her with his big deep blue eyes. "anyhow, if you know him then you'll know what I mean when I say he's just up to his old tricks again... always has to be the king of something..." Victor trailed off, slightly disgusted by the thought. he never did want power himself, and he thought of those who really wanted power as fools usually... gabriel... he was a fool, but he was a smart fool, an interesting fool... an ingenious fool...
but still, a fool for not wanting to see the big picture, that there was more than risking your life to set up a legacy inside of a high school you would simply be leaving in a few years.
Victor set his own legacy without ever risking his life, or trying to go for power, of course his legacy was different, it involved partying and sleeping with lots of women...
to each his own.
"Personally I've never wanted power... wouldn't know what to do with it if I got it... I just like to do my own thing... I'm no ones leader and no ones follower, just everybody's friend" Victor explained easily, tilting his head back around to see the throngs of children passing by... each with a goal, with a short term desire... each with something to gain and something to lose... each so stupid in their own right, and yet so smart...
no... probably just stupid, kids tend to be stupid, victor was no exception.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 14:28:07 GMT -8
“Oh-ho-ho, listen, I knew Gabriel long before he got all high and mighty.” She smirked and took her cigarettes out, not offering him one. Her morals stood…she refused to contribute to other people getting cancer. In a way this was her slow suicide attempt. She lit it and smirked as the smoke filled her lungs. She then blew out the smoke and smiled dumbly at that.
“Gabriel and I have been rivals for a long time. I at one point was more powerful then he,…but our feud was not that of power but of loyalty of the blood. Silly really, he’s a nasty Napoleonic French guy, and well as you might have guessed, im the huffy, hotty and overly lazy British gal…our basic blood origin just doesn’t mix.”
Of course Bastille said this all as if musing over a fond memory. In truth she had mad it all too clear that the respect she had for Gabriel was great, and in a way she still had power over him. But it seemed all physical power had been lost in Bastilles own struggles…in a way…her becoming weak was Gabriel’s down falling. Kind of like Parliament and the House of Representatives…the two argued without end, yet it was always to keep the other in check. But, perhaps Bastille was giving herself to much credit. As the story went…she probably was nothing more then just a simple person looking to tease the frenchie to no living end.
“I saved his life once, I guess I understand him…maybe that’s why I did it. Anyway at phs 42 he decided it would be funny to danger a pregnant woman and blow up a building all in the name of power…of course he got his ass handed to him. They where going to kill him, I guess I partly am to blame…I chose to save his life then…damn frenchie owes me….ah but what can you do…I guess I have no motivation to power it up either…games, well they don’t interest me. There was this one kid I knew, Masaru, I liked his way of thinking. All he wanted was a normal day…wish I had one of those..haha”
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 6, 2009 15:38:11 GMT -8
Victor nodded at the story, mildly interested. "Yeah I was at 42 with him... I watched you save him... watched you walk off after I had screamed for everyone to stop fighting because gabriel was obviously already beaten... " Victor replied, the memory replaying itself in his head, thinking about the whole day, it was fuzzy to him, the whole event had been, but he didn't care.
Victor enjoyed the second hand for a moment before asking. "Think you could spare a cig?" he had run out just recently and one actually sounded quite nice right now.
"well trust me, as a german I understand blood feuds... the fact that you're both actually from your country of course adds a certain something but... well, I suppose in the end its really just humorous"
Victor then thought about what she said. "I met masaru... nice kid... very calm though" Victor said, he liked friends who where loud and exciting. "You know its really not hard to have a normal day, you just have to apply yourself to it, thats what I do" Victor said with a little half smile, then thinking
"but what is normal anyway? I play in a football game, I go to an afterparty, I bang some chick cause I'm the school quarterback who also happens to be a musician and an artist, and a model, and what... is that normal? would that be a normal day for you?" Victor asked, that had been one of many normal days he had "or is a normal day sitting at home getting high off your ass with some friends while you play videogames, and talk about movies and stupid things" Victor then questioned. "Is normal getting into a brawl with some friends just because you happen to like fighting?" he then tried for an opposite side of the example "Is normal spending an afternoon enjoying a book under a tree quietly? or is it sitting in your room painting a fond memory just because you finished your homework and you have nothing better to do? "I have days like those... hell I have them quite often, and they are nice, but from what I can see, normal around here is something different" victor asked.
"Its really a matter of perspective... normal around here is beating the crap out of other people all the time, normal in other places is also different..." Victor mentioned
"I say define what you WANT to do, and then just DO it, normal or not" Victor mentioned, clearly he had a lot on his mind lately, his gaze had never left bastille as his hands worked with him to present his ideas.
"so what do you want?" Victor then asked, his smile only a little friendly smirk now, thoughtful along with his eyes
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 17:15:26 GMT -8
"ah." was Bastilles smug reply for a moment. She knew he was right, but all she could do was smile. Normal...she could never have normal again. Ever...
"a day with him, that was normal...i guess i need a new definition, since he's dead huh?" She murmured lost in her own thought. She seemed to be spaced out though. Finally she turned to him with a cheeky grin.
"nope" she wasn answering his early request for a cigarette. She was grinning though. Smugly. Her crimson eyes beamed at him from behind her sunglasses.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 6, 2009 18:06:56 GMT -8
Victor just shook his head. "and why does everyone think everyone died? reira was supposedly dead, and masaru was supposedly dead, and... yeah, you know he's alive right?" Victor explained, not really thinking very much anymore... now he really wanted a smoke.
he reached behind his ear... ah yes.. he always had one back there, like a pencil. he put it in his mouth and pulled a lighter out of his pocket, lighting it. "Sorry, forgot I had my own" Victor mentioned, now begining to watch the crowd... the students walking by...
each so... normal? guess not anymore
"anyway, if a day with him is your normal, I suggest you go find him, and enjoy his company" Victor said with his big smile now coming to his face, his eyes gleaming.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 19:11:26 GMT -8
"your wrong Victor...he is dead. I held is corpse...i watched them barry him...all 5 years ago...i kno hes dead" She said it as if it didnt hurt any more. She knew he was with her....in spirit or something like that. Bastille smiled softly. It just meant she would have to change her view of normal forever. She didnt mind...in her dreams she could be with Leon again. Though her mind always reverted back to the teacher...it was odd seeing Leon who in actuality resemebeled the same Leon she had known 5 years prior. But they where not the same and Bastille had never actually gotten to know this Leon guy...maybe she might make that a new goal.
She stared at Victor and his smoke. Ah yes...cancerous people they where.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 6, 2009 19:33:10 GMT -8
Victor shook his head "We must be thinking of different people then... sorry" Victor replied, no longer certain who she was talking about... she had just said him... he figured that meant masaru... but for all he knew it was someone else.
he inhaled, and pulled it out, blowing a ring of smike just for fun and leaning back, he wanted a beany for some reason right now... it would have been fitting.
"Well, I certainly wish you luck on finding what your new normal is anyhow... I think everyone may need one" Victor said a hint of a smile, taking the cigarette back up to his lips
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 19:52:20 GMT -8
Bastille smirked blowing out her own streams of smoke.
"ahhhh, yes...well life is life. hehe you where confused as to whom i was talking about where you not?" She said quietly making a guess. In all honesty she didnt know.
She smirked and put the bud back to her lips and grinned. Life was soaring by to Bastille. However right now she was happy. she even began to hum a bit.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 6, 2009 19:56:29 GMT -8
Victor thought about it and smiled. "Yeah a little... you said 'him' and masaru was the last name you had said before that, so I figured thats who you where reffering to... but then i realized since he is definately alive and you said he died five years ago you must be talking about someone else" Victor said with a shrug. "though I must wonder then... who where you talking about?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him... he was quite a curious person
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 7, 2009 0:46:47 GMT -8
"Leon Dicounts Courrier, Lee for short. He was the son of my fathers rival in the buisness industry. It's like we where fated...i was only five when we first met...so really he was more like a play toy...but me and him where friends...my father killed him with his own hands right infront of me to proove that since i was the heir to the famaily fortune because i was granted the crimson eyes, suspicious bastards, i couldnt be wasting time with enemy people....thats when i rebelled and walla i am now the adopted daughter of Leons family...they knew how much he meant to me...they are understanding and sweet....thats basically it"
She smirked as she said this. It was indeed a very long gory story, she could go for days telling it. But she shortened it. Otherwise she might end up getting too into it and then it would turn into her life story. She was a walking pity party and really, she was getting tired of repeating her history only to get the pity of others.
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