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Post by Melanie Ross on Apr 5, 2016 9:36:53 GMT -8
I entered the office after a brief scuffle with a student for my title. It didn't last long, so no worries there. All I had gotten from the scuffle was a bloodied nose. New shirt... good thing it looked better with blood. I looked over it before taking it off and rummaging through my locker for a different shirt. "Where is it... Where is it..."I had a grey Edward Scissor Hands shirt in here somewhere... I just didn't know where I had put it... Krane Asiv |
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Post by Krane Asiv on Apr 14, 2016 18:39:18 GMT -8
Krane would wander into the main area, wearing a pair of tight black training shorts, and a towel over his head. He made his way to the fridge and went for a soda, before looking around. He'd pop the can open and look at Melanie in silence.
"Sup, bitch."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Apr 15, 2016 9:51:36 GMT -8
I didn't turn around to the sound of the door opening. I figured it was Emily coming back. I heard footsteps and a door then a voice I didn't expect. Krane. I turned around with a white muscle shirt in hand and half smiled at him.
"Sup fucker."
I didn't care anymore about his games. I wasn't going to be the girl that got all gooey eyed over a guy who I liked. A guy who made it seem like he liked me too. A guy who was pretty awesome, to be honest. I took in his tight black sorts and blushed a bit. Let's just say they didn't hide a lot. I looked down and blushed a bit more. That was when I saw my bright pink bra. FUCKING SHIT! I forgot I was only wearing my bra and pants. I quickly donned the shirt and spun back around quickly. My ears burned with embarrassment. I dug through my locker searching for nothing. A few moments later, I pulled out a spiral notebook and began to jot down ideas for my next article. I had to do something to get this cruddy afternoon of flashing my crush out of my mind. A few moments later, I looked up.
"So, what made you decide to be a Pillar?"
Story or personal information? I wasn't sure yet.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Aug 17, 2016 18:31:10 GMT -8
"I was asked. I don't know why."
Yeah Kane knew why he just wasn't going to say anything else about it, not to mention he was also plotting to bring Emily down one day. All in good time.
"What about you?"
Kane erased his gym rag to his head and ran it through his hair.
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Post by Melanie Ross on Aug 17, 2016 20:41:11 GMT -8
No reason then... Interesting. I closed my locker and headed to the cabinet I knew had chips in it. Grabbing a bag of Doritos, I turned back around and faced him. The one man whose opinion of me could completely crush me. BUT wasn't I supposed to pretend I don't care?
"I want to make a difference. I want to protect people. Make them better. No matter why it takes. As you may have seen before with your... Uhm family."
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Post by Krane Asiv on Aug 17, 2016 21:08:58 GMT -8
Kane would move to his locker and remove his gym shorts before wrapping his towel around himself to head for the showers. Turning to look at Melanie he would now.
"No dishonor in that. An easy way to make people stronger is to not go easy on them."
He'd then walk off towards the showers covered by his tiny gym rag.
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Post by Melanie Ross on Aug 17, 2016 21:37:33 GMT -8
I sat down in a huff on the couch. Grabbing the chips in both hands, I prepared to tear it open and dig in. No flavor was better than fiery nachos. Yum. I heard a locker door open and turned to look out if curiosity.
Upon seeing krane remove his shorts and "cover" his manhood, my face became the brightest color of red it had ever been. A color I did not even know existed. The towel didn't really work. Jr was on the lookout and he was not about to be stopped, least of all by a woman's wash towel. I continued to pull on the chip bag, unable to stop myself from performing the menial tasks at hand.
Unfortunately for me, I was pulling on the bag a lot harder than I had originally anticipated. The bag exploded open raining chips all over the couch and myself. I barely even heard what he was saying.
"I... Uhm... Yeah..." Was all I was able to get out. It was several octaves higher than I had wanted.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Aug 17, 2016 21:56:30 GMT -8
Once his shower was done he would return to his locker and get dressed in his usual shirt, jeans and boots. Going to a chair to sit and decide on what to do with the liesure time.
"It's times like this my dad would randomly break in and attack my brother, sister, and me."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Aug 20, 2016 7:12:55 GMT -8
Thank the dear God Christ and Mary Mother of Grace for the time it took krane to shower and come back. It was am the time I needed to settle back down and possibly recover from the... Episode I had just seen. And from what I could see... There was no way he wasn't a God.... But now he was speaking shit! LISTEN DAMMIT, MELANIE!!!
"That's seems a hard way to grow up. And that's strange for me to say. My past isn't exactly painted with roses itself."
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Post by Krane Asiv on Aug 20, 2016 15:16:54 GMT -8
Kane would nod shifting on some chips before turning his head to look at her. He'd chuckle a little bit before responding.
"Well lately he has had to surprise us. Between me and my sister he has a hard time. Then my brother gets serious and that... That is truly frightening."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Aug 23, 2016 20:34:21 GMT -8
I watched him mouth as it formed words. His lips flexed and relaxed, lifted and lowered. His eyes bored into mine. His whole attention focused on me. Well, eye as it were. I mentally slapped myself for the bad pun. It was rude and Ill timed. Back to the glory of his existence. He spoke of a sister he fought beside, training with her. Also, a brother who was to be feared when he really wanted a fight. I briefly pondered what it would be like to have a family squabble. Reshifting my focus to answer him, I turned my gaze to his eyes.
"Did it help? Having your father attack you just to make you stronger? Do you not hold grudges against him for it?"
I paused and took a deep breath. I could feel my feelings of anger and remorse building back up, but I couldn't let myself feel them right now. I wasn't strong enough to keep myself together. I gripped the arm of the chair I sat in until my knuckles turne white, I don't really care if Krane saw or not. After a fee moments, I began again.
"You don't really talk about your family much. Is it because you don't like to? I understand if you don't want to talk about it. I don't really like talking about mine either."
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Post by Krane Asiv on Aug 23, 2016 20:42:12 GMT -8
Krane nodded before leaning back and putting his feet up on the table. He'd rest his head back and reapond.
"I think it did. Though he would prefer I always be prepared I know it's unrealistic to always have everything I need on hand to be prepared... Oddly I think that makes me more prepared."
Krane would tilt his head coming to that realization looking to see Melanie going white knuckle on the arm.
"I like my family. I don't like talking in general. Im not accustomed to it."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Aug 23, 2016 20:57:31 GMT -8
Why do we all do when we really need to cover up our vulnerabilities? That's right, we get sarcastic and try to shift the focus further from ourselves. Melanie was no different. She brought her gaze to meet his and let out the breath she didn't know she was still holding.
"So what, did you just not talk to anyone ever? That must have made you a great hit at parties. Babes hanging all over you constantly."
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Post by Krane Asiv on Aug 27, 2016 13:07:23 GMT -8
Krane smirked and looked at her again.
"Generally, hello I'm The Kraken and my father is Hades doesn't go over well."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Aug 28, 2016 0:03:12 GMT -8
Was that sarcasm she heard? Melanie nearly fell out of her chair leaning forward. Perhaps she'd be able to see if he was, apparently not though. She leaned back, eyes still wide with hearing him use sarcasm. This was very new to him. Or maybe... Just maybe he was warming up to her. A moist excited sensation rise up from her belly. Melanie quickly put it aside and refocused on Krane.
"Even so, not speaking at all must have been... Awful. I should know. Having all that stress and no one to talk to.... It can do things to you."
She said the last quietly and looked down at her hands folded neatly on her lap. There were so many things. So many things she wanted to say, but couldn't. Could she? Perhaps she could. Perhaps since he had been through some things too? Maybe not even then. Melanie had done some things she was not proud of. Even worse still, some things had happened to her she did not want to speak about.
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