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Post by Olympos on Dec 24, 2009 2:23:44 GMT -8
Perhaps it's best things worked out this way between people, the way him and his father differed at times, wasn't that keen of most families nowadays to go through disruption and troubles? Course to be normal was just another illusion set up for themselves, the shy unkindly reaction to another as they crossed the street. I on the other hand had three blocks to make it to school, there was a certain disturbance to that, not that the foster home wasn't closer, simply that they didn't have a sort of school of their own. I'd heard several rumors about this school, not too much in books described how the system ended up this way but that was the likes of many a fate in a lifetime. Everything in life was to end badly, and I expected only as much, it was my fate. Crossing the street I settled onto a broad fence it's high towering gates seated just below my chin, of course being over eight feet had advantages sometimes. If there was a riot I'd simply run over these fences and get free, keep running till I made it home. Though remembering what'd happened to Derek that one day, I knew somehow the cops would trace me back. Shit I was fucked anyway someone looked at it. No peace and certainly no security in a place like this. Any other normal day, any other day I'd have no fear, but this was a different instance. Riddled with the blimey thing that cascaded down my spine and reminded me of days past when I was locked in that cellar. It wasn't the fear of what was known, but knowing that when it came it'd be fast and hard. The sounds of cracking bones and bruised ribs settling deep in the back of my mind left me unsettled, a bead of sweat dampening on my brow. Despite being such a large figure it would be odd for most to see me put off at such an edge, so despite their beady eyes I walked on. The hallways ending just above my vision the steadfast notion of not anticipating what was to come next for my own sense of security. If only there was a ray of light to come. |
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 24, 2009 12:35:21 GMT -8
( ooc: What? Nobody wants to play with the BIG new guy? *pout* Oh well. I WILL! )
Kevala was making her way toward the school, her icy hues scanning the area as she brushed her tongue over her lips. A little sigh passing from her as she reached up, tucking a bit of hair back behind her ear.
Today was the last time she would set foot in the highschool itself. She just needed to get the rest of her transcripts and return a few books to the library.
Nothing major, more of an in and out job. If you wanted to call it that. But as she neared the school, eyes fell upon a very large......student? Her slender brow raising as she scanned over him. Okay, so she had not seen anyone that large since Katsuri, and the whole thing made her take a pause in her movement.
Was he Katashi?
There were the only ones she knew of that grew THAT big, well with the exception of herself. Yet she dared not make any hasty decisions. Instead she would note the bit of apprehension in the young male's emotions. Not sure what to make of it but not about to let this chance to meet somebody new pass her by.
That was just not Kev.
Slowly she would make her way to stand only a few feet away from him, her head tilting upward to look at him as she would clear her throat lightly to hopefully gain his attention. Talking was not her strong suit at the moment but that did not mean she could not communicate.
Hopefully he was not going to snap on her. Big guys like that had a bad habit of being mean and nasty for no reason other than they can.
"Excuse....me"
A soft tone, forced words being spilled onto the air as she kept those curious eyes upon him. If all else failed...she could always get her ass kicked. Now, it was his move.
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Post by Olympos on Dec 24, 2009 12:57:40 GMT -8
Hitting where it hurts My attention didn't shift as a fight broke out ahead, it was typical wasn't it? two estranged fellows one with slender figure very plausible they would be broken quite easily, the other resembled a tank though not quite the same size or girth as myself. IT looked to be just another one of those fights built off of the strong and the weak. I simply scoffed at their stupidity, kids these days didn't know what it was like to have to fight for a life, they fought over little things like power and position. "Excuse....me" My attention shifted to a small lass at my side, settling a gruff little expression on my figure examining her over quickly. Short, brown locks that extended into curls. A very beautiful image but again something I'd consider off limits. The certain flashback hit me of the night years ago when I'd stumbled into an alleyway, from the looks of it as that beautiful woman lured me into a death trap. Though size had saved me then why not now? Because I can not rely on that always, one day there'd be someone bigger, stronger, or more overall brutal than I. "Yes..?" My return would be meek though with a gruff tone expressing very little warmth with it, I may have looked like a teddy bear to some but bears are quite dangerous in the wild. Thats what this school was. The wild. |
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 24, 2009 13:07:19 GMT -8
Funny. The thought "teddy bear" never really entered her mind. But then again she had been with Katsu and well, he eliminated all sense of the word when looking at a male of this size. They were dangerous and she did not dare let her mind forget that for a moment.
His reply would get her to take a single step forward, that smile, which she was so good at portraying when around new people, would curl onto her lips. Those icy hues shimmering in the light of the day as she thought over what to say here.
There was a lot of things she would like to say, but one always had to be cautious with new people, especially here. It would be just stupid to go running off at the mouth, especially with a guy this size.
Years of foster care and orphanages had taught her those lessons and created the little social wonder that was now Kevala.
Finally, she would dare to let those words forth, though as always as of late, they were short and forced. Something she hated but something she could not help.
"New...here?"
To most people, she seemed to be nervous or something. At least that is what they thought when she spoke. But if they paid attention to her body language and the look she held in her eyes, they would see that indeed she was not. No, there was more to this little female than what met the eye. Much more.
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Post by Olympos on Dec 24, 2009 13:21:26 GMT -8
"Yes" Man I couldn't help the feeling she was somewhat afraid, but of course who wouldn't be of an eight foot giant who probably ate small children for breakfast and gridded their bones into dust without so much as a sense of immorality. i stopped walking at this point, eyes settling more suitably on the small girl brave enough to make a statement and come forward. Features were entirely tranquil at least to the eye, however a brewing storm beneath my better senses. "yes...." The small grunting statement came out. Of course my life had built me into this creature as well, some seven years living on the streets, no home nor sense of security what more could someone ask for. Though the subtle suspicion rose as to why this girl was even consorting with him and not her boyfriend she no doubtingly had. Caution rose in the back of my mind, it was just another trick thats all people are capable of, tricks. Breathing rose and fell from my chest as the frames of my face featured something of irritance questioning why she was asking these questions of me? Did she have nothing else better to do than to relate to everyone, or even lure a large fellow down a tight narrow hole. |
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 24, 2009 13:33:45 GMT -8
She nodded, her mind running over the things somebody like him being here would lead to. She could not help it. It was interesting and honestly, it was Kevala's one downfall. She was captivated by all things interesting.
Another smile as she caught that look he gave. One of slight irritation and yet as though he felt she was scared of him.
Bah! She knew it! Fucking mind!
She would just have to make it clear that she was not. Hell, she dealt with badasses and tough guys all the time. Just because he was huge did not mean that she was scared.
Not that she lacked the voices in her mind telling her to turn away. She just chose to ignore them for the time being.
Are you fucking insane? Get the hell away from this big mother fucker before he crushes you beneath his fist. Which you are roughly the size of.
Umm....You know he may not be all that bad. He seems a little gruff but then, most men that come to this place have rough pasts. You know that. Dont back down and shy away. It will loose you respect. You know the drill.
So, with that, she would step forward, now only perhaps a foot or two between them, her small hand extending outward in a gesture to shake hands, as she tilted her head back further to look up at him.
"Kevala."
She would introduce herself with the same light and delicate tone she used on everyone she met. Now if he chose to return the favor was up to him. But she had made the effort. That was all that mattered to her.
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Post by Olympos on Dec 25, 2009 11:44:00 GMT -8
Break Free A cautious glare of course, observing her with utmost concern, There'd been a great many places I'd investigated but none were of course willing to step forward and bother offering a name or anything of friendliness. Therefore I had to act out of caution, what reason was there to take anything anyone said seriously in this place, everything was to be treacherous and dismal. Flinching it off I'd stare down through a set of green eyes, the tint of which giving me the most menacing features imaginable by many. "Olympos..." Yes the simple thing of reiterating, though with such a name how was she not to take me seriously? I mean, it was characterized by the Gods. Squinting almost expecting a quick witted reply of vengeance or some sort I'd flex the upper part of the mandible expressing what may look to be a snarl. Of all the emotions I'd manage to express distaste was an easy one to manage on the face of things. "What makes someone like you so brave?" I'd scoff in what could almost be misunderstood as jealousy. Most certainly however it wasn't rather it was something more closely linked to defiance. |
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 25, 2009 16:47:52 GMT -8
She drew her hand back, those icy hues looking up to him as she raised her slender brow and shrugged softly. What did make her so brave? Well, there was not simple answer to that one, but given her current state she would simply sigh and try and sum it up into a few words.
Though the entire time she thought over this, she did not step back, nor did she show any signs of fear despite his snarl or the tone he used when speaking to her.
"Figure...cant be scared of everything...."
She stopped, growling softly as she worked to piece together the rest of the words in her head. It was not as easy as it may have seemed to some. She had so many things she would like to say but had to select just the right ones to try and express.
"Everyone...deserves...a chance..."
It was true. Everyone deserved a chance to have somebody be nice to them. Just because he was big and scary looking did not mean automatically that he was going to kill the first person to come near him.
Or at least it was chance she was willing to take.
Not to mention, what was another ass kicking? He may kill her, but honestly, what was the harm in that? Did she fear death? The marks on her wrists proved against that.
No, she was not going to let something like a person's size or look keep her from trying to be nice. It was always good to have friends, at least people who thought of her as a friend.
Now she would just wait, and see. Either he would except her reply, push for more, or turn away. No matter what she had tried and that was all that mattered to her.
Yeah not the most normal of little females to ever walk the face of this god forsaken planet. Heh.
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