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Post by izzy on Apr 3, 2012 18:01:43 GMT -5
   She had definitely passed that painting once.
The female paused; dropping the duffel bag she had been carrying with her on the floor and staring intently at the harmless painting on the wall, as if she was blaming it for her lack of orientation skills. Well, in her defense, this building was huge (and by huge she meant at least twice as big on the inside as it was on the outside) and the brochure didn’t come with a map. Oh wait; there wasn’t even a brochure… in that case, someone should have thought to hand out maps of the campus to the new arrivals, so that they wouldn’t get lost.
Yes, Logan Hudson was lost.
As much as the female hated to admit such a thing, there was no way she could get around the simple fact that she had no clue where she was, how to get out of this place or how to get to the girls dormitories. Brilliant. Just marvelously brilliant. Adjusting the strap of her laptop bag, the female let out an annoyed sigh. And where was everybody to begin with? This place was a school, why wasn’t anyone around she could ask directions to? Not even her brother had been of great help, completely failing to answer her desperate calls. The ungrateful bastard.
“Come on Pipsqueak; pick up the damn phone, that’s what it’s used for.” Pipsqueak, a nickname that hardly fit her younger brother, given that the boy, at age sixteen, was already at least as tall as his older sister. Taller even. But the nickname had stuck, in the same way he had taken to call Logan ‘Sunshine’, because of her ever present sunny disposition. Obviously. But not even the usage of the oh so hated nickname made her brother pick up. The female let out yet another annoyed sigh as the call was directed to voice mail. “Hey Pipsqueak. This is your sister calling from the afterlife. Just wanted to let you know that because you failed to answer my calls I died, and will now come to haunt you. Oh, and good luck telling mom you’re now an only child.” It was with a rather satisfied grin that the female ended the call as if it would make that big of a difference. It really wouldn’t, her brother was as unreachable as before and she would earn a ‘you should act your age’ or a ‘you’re such a drama queen’ from her brother, when she finally got to see him. Leave it for the youngest of the two to actually be the more mature one.
Of course none of it mattered because she was still as lost as she had been before, albeit a bit more satisfied with herself. Returning her cell phone to the pocked of her jeans, Logan let her body fall to the ground, joining the duffel bag she had dropped earlier and leaning against the wall. What a lovely way to start her semester. Not to mention she was probably missing classes as well. But she didn’t even have her schedule yet! It was the second thing on her to do list. Right after finding the goddamn way to the dormitories. For the time being though, Logan had opted for the lazy approach to the situation. Meaning she was going to sit there in the middle of the corridor and wait for someone to show up, or trip on her or something. The only thing that was left to do was waiting. And hope there was someone in the school.
The minutes passed as the female sat there, glancing towards both ends of the corridor in hopes someone would show up. Just when she was about to give up and try to resume her pointless wanderings, the sound of footsteps reached her. “Finally!” she exclaimed happily, getting up and dusting herself, waiting for what would be her savior to come around the corner.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Apr 30, 2012 20:23:15 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian shuffled slowly down one of the many halls in Silas, his head bent out of habit as he shifted around the air in front of him. It was mid-morning, well past time he should have been in class, but at least he wasn't going to be penalized for it. The school nurse - not Mr. Sage, he had noticed with curiosity - had called him in for a check up, and had even been so kind as to hand off a nice little slip to excuse him. It hasn't been much of surprise for Damian to get the call - he was still limping pretty bad, and his memories had made no attempt to come back - but that didn't mean he liked it.
Thinking about being at the nurse made him think about the summer, and that wasn't really something he wanted to think about. He'd gone home for a few months, and it had been more awkward than anything. The doctors had said he couldn't stay very long - something about leaving his comfort zone being too jarring, which he had thought was somehow ironic - and he had spent most of the visit in the family's house - his house. His too, he had to remember that. The worst part about the visit hadn't been the awkwardness, hadn't even been the way they all seemed to tiptoe around him - it had been the fact that no one would tell him about his past. Little things like his birthdays, nicknames his brothers had called him, and other mundane stuff like that, sure, they had been more than willing to tell in excruciating detail. But why he was covered in scars? Not a word. The doctors deciding again that he needed to recover those memories by himself. It had all made coming back to Silas a bit of a relief - which made him feel guilty for wanting so much to leave them, which usually made him feel tired, and he just generally tried not to think about it. Surely the answer would drop out of the sky on him...right?
He realized suddenly that he had stopped moving and was rubbing at the ridged skin on the right side of his knee. Embarrassed, he felt himself flush bright red as he straightened up and continued limping. There was a corner ahead that he was pretty sure was going to put him outside the math classrooms, somewhere near Professor Grigori's room, and not far from his destination.
A voice suddenly came from around the corner up ahead, and Damian paused, listening cautiously. It sounded like a girl, too young to be a professor, and chipper enough. Satisfied that he wasn't going to be jumped and killed, Damian continued his uneven walk around, pushing air as he went. It was a girl, one about half a foot shorter than he was, and standing so she was expectantly facing his general direction. He stopped yet again, and shifted his weight automatically onto his good leg. "Uh...hello. Are you waiting for someone?"
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Post by izzy on May 1, 2012 17:23:05 GMT -5
This hadn't been what she had expected for her first day. Sure, it wasn't as if she'd been expecting to just do everything perfectly upon just arriving to the place, but Logan had at least hoped she'd be able to find her way around without much trouble. She was wrong, obviously. But then again, she hadn't been counting on this place being so frigging deserted! Seriously, did no one skip class here? Where did those people go to? The whole place looked like a ghost town. There wasn't even a teacher or a staff member around she could ask directions to... this whole situation sucked. Even more if she considered the classes she might already be loosing. Now, don't get her wrong, Logan had never been one to care much about school - in fact, she did just the basic to pass - but she didn't like the idea of starting off in the wrong foot. She could almost hear the teachers now, when she finally showed up for class. "off to a good start are we miss Hudson?". That was so not her idea of a nice way to start her year.
The female had been wondering about what it'd be like to attend Silas ever since her brother had came to the school. He made a point of telling her all about it, something that at that time, when her powers had yet to show themselves, was more painful than enjoyable. But when finally she found her own abilities and the school became more of a reality that it was, Logan begun to imagine what it'd be like to finally be able to come. And she had hoped that from what her brother had told her and what she had learnt about the school, she'd be able to do pretty well on her own. But in the end, it was all a bit too overwhelming. And now she was expecting to see who her savior might be.
It turned out to be a male, one she figured wasn't much older than herself, but definitely taller (damn people with their monstrous heights these days, always making her feel super small). Regardless of how tall the male was, Logan still grinned at the stranger as if he was a much waited friend. Well, she'd been lucky enough to find someone (rather have someone find her) that wasn't completely anti-social or rude. After all, he had the decency to at least greet her. "I was waiting for you" she stated happily only to realize how stranger her words might have sounded. And with that she begun to ramble."Sh-- that came out wrong. I didn't mean you you. I don't even know you, how would I be waiting for you? I meant you as in anyone that might show up and help me out cause I'm kinda lost and I have an ungrateful bastard of a brother who doesn't even bother to help me out when I need... I mean, he had told me the place was big, but this is ridiculous! There's even paintings on the walls! Do you know what would happen in my old school to any painting they might think of hanging? Well..." Realizing she had been rambling in front of a perfect stranger, Logan interrupted her monologue to clear her throat and hopefully try again. Before the male started to think she was crazy or something like that. "Sorry, I do that sometimes. Anyway. I'm Logan. I'm new here, and I'm very much lost. So could you like, help me or something?" no 'please' or 'thank you', as it would be expected for Logan, the girl who never needed help.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on May 4, 2012 19:48:32 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian had enough time to be embarrassed that he hadn't introduce himself before starting with the questions before the girl's answer took him totally off-guard. "I was waiting for you." He gaped at her, his face betraying his embarrassment with a shift to bright red as he stammered in a vain attempt to answer that. "I...uh...I'm-" Fortunately, she beat him to the babbling, and he was saved making an idiot of himself. Instead, he got the chance to collect his thoughts while she ranted (about being lost, and it somehow being her brother's fault, as far as he could tell) and then was pretty sure his face had gone back to the right color when she finally caught herself and apologized.
"That's alright." He smiled and tried to make sure his worthless eyes were fixed on Logan's face instead of drifting somewhere near her knees. (He was still trying to figure out which one was less upsetting to the people he talked to.) "The school gets smaller the longer you're here. Sometimes I think it might be actually, literally shrinking." He brought his hands together in front of his chest to illustrate his point, and shrugged. "But I didn't even know we had pictures-" Oops. Like that wouldn't tip off that there was something wrong with his eyes. Maybe he could just pretend nothing had happened. Casually move on. "So...uh, I guess I'll have to take your word for it." Oh yeah, that was real smooth. He cleared his throat and ran a hand over the back of his neck. Apparently he just couldn't pass up the chance to be an idiot. Trying to cover it up, he chuckled nervously, "Now I've done it too, so I guess we're even. I'm Damian, and I'd be happy to help."
It felt like he should say something more, but he was afraid of opening his mouth and putting his foot any further in. So he shifted his weight nervously and waited for her answer.
((This was a terrible post, I'm so sorry. >.<))
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Post by izzy on May 19, 2012 10:09:59 GMT -5
Managing to make a fool of herself and embarrass someone else while she was at it within just a couple of moments in this school was probably a new record for Logan. Normally, she would wait until she actually knew someone before she allowed those things to happen, but hey, the situation at hand was far beyond normal wasn't it? Anyway, the balance of that very awkward situation turned out to be a good one, as the male didn't seem to label her as a completely crazy person, and had accepted her apologies. So far so good.
The female chuckled lightly at his words. "I sure hope so. I can't spend the entire school year getting lost." she replied, grinning a bit. Because even though the female seemed to claim she was perfect in all aspects and more, her orientation skills were... severely lacking. Seriously, she couldn't even read a map properly, so she certainly hoped that with time she'd manage to maneuver herself around the school with more ease. Until then, she'd have to rely on random people such as this male, whose name was Damian. And apparently couldn't see the pictures on the wall? She couldn't have heard that right, could she?
"What do you mean you didn't..." she begun glancing from the painting that hung not far from where she was and back to the male in front of her, frowning slightly. "Are you blind?" she blurted out suddenly, not really believing that that could be the case. After all, Damian didn't carry himself like any blind person she had met before out of the vast amount of blind people she had already met. 'Come on, Logan, you don't just go about asking blind people if they're blind, that's like asking an amputee if they don't have an arm! she scolded herself afterwards, but the truth was, the person that stood before her didn't look like a blind person at all. "I'm sorry, it's just... you don't seem to have an hard time getting around, as I suppose a blind person would?" she offered, hoping that she hadn't offended the male.
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words no clue, but it's short
tag morde with damian
notes sorry for the delay, been busy as hell. and it's not that great either...
credits code@iz! gif@tumblr lyrics@elliegoulding
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Jul 4, 2012 0:03:31 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian smiled slightly at her words, catching himself as his eyes started drifting away. He had to be careful - at best she'd think he got distracted, at worst, she'd think he was being rude and ignoring her. ...Or she'd figure it all out, and then he'd have to find the nearest window and take a leap. He used the sound of her voice to find the area of her face, and then shook his head, "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually." He realized how that might sound and put up a hand defensively, "Not t'at I t'ink you'd have trouble, er..." His embarrassment made his accent get thick, and he paused to collect himself. Once he started using his accent, he got to speaking too quickly, and then people got frustrated because he was doubly hard to understand.
Meaning her slow comment was almost welcome. Almost. Damian resisted the urge to squirm as she put together the pieces. If only he hadn't opened his stupid mouth and spoken... He wondered if she was having the same thoughts, because she followed it up with a hasty explanation. Damian couldn't help feeling somewhat guilty that she thought she had to provide that explanation - her question had been a fair one - but he stamped that down to replace it with a nervous smile. "Uh...yeah, I am. And...thanks, I suppose?" At least she didn't think he was helpless, and he could go from there. "It's my power. I can move the air, and use it sorta like sonar to see where I'm goin'." His smile grew to an embarrassed grin, "So, I'm sorta like a giant, walking bat-man." He refused, however, to let anyone follow him around and sing the Batman theme song. Once had been quiet enough.
"What about you? What's your power? Your excellent directional skills?" It was a weak tease, and he hoped she'd take it for the joke it was. Even if she didn't, at least it'd shift the attention from him. He much preferred to be the observer than the participator.
((I'm sorry it's late, and I'm sorry it's so short. I just couldn't seem to lengthen it without putting it off more, which I really didn't want to do.))
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