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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 11, 2009 4:28:36 GMT -8
Arthur had been avoiding school of late, and to those who knew of Arthurs current situation they knew it was probably to do with his current condition. Today, he wore a simple white button up t-shirt and cargo pants over his suit. Still, he made an effort today, turning up to class, he fell asleep as the teacher droned on about ancient history.
The bell had rung long ago and Arthur had remained asleep. Some students lurked around for when the teacher left, intending to bully Arthur. They knew this was the weak kid who wouldn't fight back. Well... rumours don't die out as soon as they become invalid. As they approached him, Arthur began to twitch. The other students chortling at that.
At a moments notice Arthur was wide awake, his mind aflame with the memory of the fire wracking his body, slowly burning every part of him, and his body moved on its own. His eyes locked on the closest of the bullies and he set apon them ferally. His fist repeatedly crunching into the student, his strength enhanced by his qi as he let out all his frustrations and anger.
The other students, obviously not expecting resistance backed off and ran, ditching their friend to the fate he had. After several more cracks, the students jaw obviously broken and blood was begining to spill out, Arthur dragged the beaten kid by his collar and tossed him into the opposite wall of the hallway.
Exhaling deeply, Arthur stared at his feet. Feeling calmer as he came back to his senses, slowly but surely banishing the bad memory towards the back of his mind. Though his entire body still itched from it. Closing his eyes, his head raised towards the ceiling and he leaned against the doorframe of the classroom.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 11, 2009 5:43:03 GMT -8
Kevla had not wanted to come to school today. Still not over everything that had happened to her as of late. But Katsuri had told her she had to. So, here she was. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a slightly baggy black t-shirt. Her long black hair falling down about her face and shoulders as she shrugged that pink backpack up onto her shoulder. She had left the camera and stuff home today. Not much in the mood to take pictures of anything. No, she just wanted to get to class, get it over with and go home. Her hand running over her stomach, which had yet to settle.
It was then, as she moved down the hallway to her next class that she heard the commotion coming from up ahead. Already feeling her stomach lurch as she watched a kid get thrown out of the class. Her class....or at least the one she needed to go to. She shook her head as she saw this. Seriously, this was not the safest place in the world for her right now. But, she did agree that she was too close to getting out of here to fall behind now. She would just ignore whatever was going on and go to her desk. That was the best she could really manage to do right now.
But wait, that guy....in the doorway...
She whimpered, her hand coming up to those marks still clear upon her neck and lower parts of her face. Stopping where she stood and looking at him...Perhaps no more than 5 feet away from him now.
She looked about, trying to see if anyone was here. But most of the student body had run off in fear of him. And apparently so had the teachers. Because here she was, virtually alone with the guy again.
What had his name been?
Arthur? Right?
At least she thought that was what Katsuri had told her...
She backed away now, not taking her eyes off of him as she tried to slip away unnoticed.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 11, 2009 5:49:16 GMT -8
Footsteps approached, footsteps back away. Arthur might not have been facing the right direction, but not having ears to cup sound from one direction did make it a little easier to hear what was behind. His gaze sweeping across the hallway and falling apon the female. The behemoths female. His gaze tightened slightly as he stared at her movements.
"Stop." Arthur commanded in his mechanically augmented voice as he marched towards her, his eyes still narrowed making him appear angry, tempermental.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 11, 2009 5:57:18 GMT -8
She froze upon hearing his words, her mind struggling to figure out what the hell to do. Her phone was in her bag, and as far as she knew Katsu was still at home in bed...He would break the machine if she called right now. So it would do her no good. Whimpering she let those eyes shift to him as he came toward her. A shiver running down her spine as she caught the look he held. It was then that she wrapped her arms about herself, feeling her back press up against the cold metal of a locker. Great, she had managed to back herself into a corner...again.
Pulling her eyes away from him she would turn and try to find somebody. Surely there was somebody who would help her out of this. Still not the best fighter in the world and not wishing to put that kind of strain on her body at the moment anyways.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 11, 2009 6:04:51 GMT -8
Stopping in front of her, Arthur rose his right hand to gently grasp the females chin. Moving his hand in a way so he could observe her skin where he had burned it. After doing this he would drop his hand and step back. The clicking from his suit sped up again.
"Your. Skin. Is. Marred. Good. Do. Not. Hide. Embrace. The. Past." Arthur stated, his eyes staring at Kevalas to gauge her reaction.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 11, 2009 6:09:14 GMT -8
She would turn her head away from him and down as he released her and stepped back. Katsuri had told her that he still loved her regadless, but the simple fact of the matter was that she had enough problems before. Now, she was stuck with this....She wanted nothing more than to hide them. She felt the anger rising in her. But right now as not the time to let it get hold of her. Her arms simply gripping herself tighter as she let her hair fall down about her features, slightly hiding them from sight...Saying the only thing she could think of...
Yes, you marked me, there, happy?
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 11, 2009 6:17:33 GMT -8
The last word of what she said stuck in Arthurs mind. He stopped moving except for the rythmic flow of his respirator regulating his breathing. He thought on what she said and as much as he thought nothing came.
"Being. Marked. Bearing. Marks. Proves. Our. Past." Arthur responded eventually, discarding the questioning thought on his happiness. Stepping closer to her again, Arthur would extent to hover his right hand over part of the burn marks. "This. Mark. Proves. You. But. Does. Not. Diminish. The. Overall. Beauty." He continued, as his hand circled her face in a strange theatric way.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 11, 2009 6:23:12 GMT -8
She flinched lightly as she felt his hand come near her again, yet she did not pull away. Figuring that would be a bad move on her part. No, instead she would listen as he spoke and then shake her head, drawing in a deep, shakey breath.
Yeah, beautiful to who? Just because you say it does not make it true...
She closed her eyes for a moment. Upset, to say the very least.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 11, 2009 6:28:28 GMT -8
"To. All." Arthur responded, as he cupped the side of her face with his hand. "The. Mark. Shows. Sign. Of. Battle. Of. Endurance. Of. Survival. Of. Strength. To. All. Around. Here. It. Is. A. Testament. To. Your. Beauty." He finished, his eyes drawn onto the burns, observing what he could see of them with a certain intencity. His mechanical voice seemed to hold a tone of almost rapture as it spoke.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 11, 2009 6:32:40 GMT -8
She would whimper out to his words. Not sure if she could bring herself to believe them or not. Still struggling not to jerk her head away from him as she pressed herself against that locker. Her arms never leaving their position of being crossed in front of her....
Yes, and what if Katsuri finds some other girl because I now look like this? Huh? What does that do to your theory?
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 11, 2009 6:36:18 GMT -8
"Katsuri? The. Behemoth? No. Matter. He. Is. As. The. Missing. Link. Little. More. Then. A. Simple. Thinking. Simian. If. He. Can. Not. See. Others. Shall." Arthur responded, still staring at her burns. A smile formed beneath the mask at how they had formed. It brought a twisted sense of peace to Arthur to see another with burns, even if it was he who had caused it.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 11, 2009 6:43:18 GMT -8
She would finally turn those eyes to look at him. Utter shock filling her gaze as she shook her head.
But I want him....He loves me....Nobody else has ever loved me...Now nobody else ever will. And even then, at least people saw me and wanted me. If only for a little while. Now...Now they just see the marks and turn away.....Nobody will ever want me again....
With that she would lower her eyes again, biting back another whimper as she did such.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 11, 2009 7:05:59 GMT -8
Arthur would lean in, moving it so his modulator speaker was close to her ear.
"Never. The. Mark. Is. What. Makes. You. Beautiful. Not. The. Porcelain. Skin." Arthur would say before stepping away from her completely, turning to stare one way down the hallway. His eyes however remained watching her from the corner of them. He had said something rather uncharacteristic of him, and it was enough that people who didn't even know him would know it was odd, let alone someone who had been tortured by him.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 11, 2009 7:12:57 GMT -8
Those icy hues turned back to him as she tilted her head slightly and raised her brow, not sure what to make out of the words he had just spoken. She bit her lip softly and lifted her hand to tuck a bit of hair back behind her ear. Still unsure of the guy before her.
Well, not everyone sees it as you do. In fact you are probably the only one who does. So, it does not do me any good.
She sighed and let those eyes fall to her hands which were now before her, playing lightly with each other in a nervous and unsure fashion.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 11, 2009 7:20:14 GMT -8
Arthur would laugh.
"Good? Take. A. Look. Around. Tell. Me. How. This. Place. Does. Any. Good? No. This. Place. Breeds. Evil. Darkness. Pain. Sooner. Or. Later. It. Will. Consume." Arthur responded, rounding back onto the female. A madness descending back onto him as his hands hit the lockers on either side of her, trapping her between them. His eyes focused intently on hers as he began to exhale through his mouth, creating a mechanical growl as it passed through his modulator.
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