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Post by Karel on Oct 1, 2006 8:57:39 GMT -8
Outside the second building, Karel sat down on the grass just off the side of the footpath. It was a free period, with little to no homework or even any assignments lined up to do, this senior had nothing to work on.
Looking down at the green beneath him, he had previously left his bag in his locker with all his books. Just another fifty minute wait before lunch... what to do till then?
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 1, 2006 9:28:25 GMT -8
Leaning up the brown trunk of an oak, she held an A4-sized notebook on her thighs, bended to serve as a table to her half-lying body. Her hand held a pencil loosely to fetch over the paper in round curves and lines to allow the drawing to complete itself before her next class. Her eyes were focussed on the drawing.
Her clothing worn was not her robe this time, she had known now that it would not be a problem for her to be recognized, no one cared about her past here anyways. No one was there to catch up on her ex-Pillar reputation.. It was just calm and serene for her... So she felt free and safe, and well, then she had no need for the straining of her robe. She was wearing a casual loose white T-shirt and some simple dark-blue jeans, of course her regular white sneakers too, strifing her offhand through her hair to calmly ensure her left ear free from getting muted by the hair.
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Post by Karel on Oct 1, 2006 11:11:26 GMT -8
To the corner of his eye, a movement caught hi attention. Without even looking - he could... "sense" the very depth, the very movement, the object... the change in the very airflow. That was his ability - and the human imprint it had left behind on his natural senses. A utensil etching in something on paper ... but the figure behind it - oh, he could not make every detail clear. But as he looked at the edge of his face, he noticed a female figure that seemed to be somewhat familiar - he had perhaps seen it... but she was... strange. Like a memory, one knows that exists yet is beyond recollection.
But what he saw... was... flesh.
Femalee flesh. Primal instincts he once obeyed, told him to approach her. These primal instincs had all but vanquished when Celeste had come into his life. And now she was gone... no- he was gone. Away from her and "home". Getting to his feet as he walked on over, he approached the female figure as she sat by the oak. Something made him talk. Something... urged him.
"At this time of day, only seniors have a free period. You would be...?"
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 1, 2006 11:32:32 GMT -8
Her eyes lifted from the paper as her hand came to a halt, Her purple'ish eyes sparkled by a strife of sun penetrating a hole between the leafs, her lips turned to reveal a somewhat cute and childish smile, her skin looked so young she seemed barely young enough for a High School, but then again..
The ring on her finger sparkled with red fury, as a piece of glass caught under the sea in the morning sun. The white band around her head would seem somewhat familiar to elder students, perhaps one that would know to the legendary student André and the whole history unfolding in itself.
Her lips parted and exhaled: "Hi, I'm Mikaela." with a wide grin, she reached out her hand in an almost sickening "i-want-to-be-friends"-way.
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Post by Karel on Oct 1, 2006 16:26:43 GMT -8
Karel's eyes looked down - focusing onto her hand. Standing there for a moment, he continued to look on before returning his eye to her face - and merely nodding. He didn't do handshakes. Although... it was very probable that the ring on her finger could have meant something. Karel had seen other relic rings in the past - Ark's Ring of Thor for one. Her appearance, however...made him... think. Combined with his stress and frustration of not being able to be by the side of his long loved one, he formed a sort of... hate for women.
"Karel. Care to show me your ... skill?"
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 1, 2006 19:42:32 GMT -8
Her eyes smile at his request, as she slowly turned the notebook and revealed a scribbled sketchy drawing of Karel sitting in the grass, enjoying time off, though he looked happy in the picture, neither if her -were- happy when he sat there before.
She giggled vaguely in her regular small-girl way giving off no signs of her true age and class, her eyes and face expressing an immense ammount of innocentness due to her extreme charismatic aura.
"That's my "skill", or what you wish to call it." She exclaimed slightly giggling of the randomness in the conversation.
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Post by Karel on Oct 1, 2006 20:10:59 GMT -8
Well, in actuality, he wasn't. Only one person had seen his smile and not a single person since. Looking down at the sketch, it was humourous that she had indeed dodged his question - but then again, his question did imply many things. Standing there silently looking at her sketch he wondered if he should say anything. Perhaps a simple "huh", but...well, let's see her response to the lack of his.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 3, 2006 8:33:08 GMT -8
Her eyes just blinked vaguely, awaiting response on atleast the shown drawing, though no emotion were shown to reflect his feeling of the drawing.
"Ehh-uhh, it's still a sketch.." she exclaimed in defence of herself and giggled vaguely.
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Post by Karel on Oct 5, 2006 1:31:20 GMT -8
"...right."
If Karel were the sort to lift his eye-brows, he would have. But right now he wasn't... so there was no cocking of any facial features. At least... not his.
AWKWAD SILENCE! Incoming.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 5, 2006 7:40:57 GMT -8
She blinked a few times, seemingly not realizing exactly what he wanted.
"Ehh-uhh.. Can i help you anyways..?" she asked, finishing off the sentence with a slight giggle, sending him a cute smile of comfort. Her nose wiggled once very weak for a disturbance in the air, slightly tickling her nose. She honestly still believed that with "skill" he meant her drawing. She had tried to forget her past for -so- long now.. Would she be reminded of her sorrow at that time..?
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Post by Karel on Oct 7, 2006 15:13:28 GMT -8
"...The only people who have a free period right now are seniors. You're either skipping class, or.... you're older than you look."
Need anymore logic? Naw. Karel had it figured out; of course, there was the off chance that she was a teacher or even just a random intruder... but that was like a o.O moment.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 11, 2006 2:41:17 GMT -8
"Hmm, i'm a senior, i thought that'd be fairly obvious." she said sent along with a slight giggle, her eyes closing in amusement. "But well, i -am- fairly young, i'm ahead of my classes." she said lying a bit, no need to seem older than needed  |
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Post by Karel on Oct 11, 2006 3:01:25 GMT -8
"...yeah? How old?"
Dodging the question would confirm she was lying, and a certain answer could confirm it as well. Whatever her answer was, she had better have a good answer.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 11, 2006 3:50:09 GMT -8
Hmm.. Who was this guy..? A teacher? Nah, he couldn't be, could he..? She pondered it a little and responded as a test.
"I'm 14, sir" she answered, lying her heart out but masking it greatly with her outstanding wit and charismatic appearance.
She smiled sheepishly in a childish way to attempt to mask it further.
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Post by Karel on Oct 11, 2006 3:56:09 GMT -8
A senior at 14 years old. Booya, he's got her where he wants.
"State law says that a person can only be a maximum 3 years away from their age bracket in education. You're a senior. Senior age bracket is 15 to 21. Had you said 15, I might of believed you, but... guess you owe me a favour now. I'll ask again. How old are you?"
Oooof, cold and sharp, facts in his speech. That favour would be very much sexual if she didn't think quick.
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