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Post by megan on Jan 27, 2012 1:19:23 GMT -5
Vermont in winter was something beautiful. The grounds were covered in snow, icicles hanging from the branches of the trees. Winter sports were a must for any native and Megan was no exception. One of her favorite places at Silas had always been the lake. It the warmer months it was relaxing, beautiful to sit by and one of her favorite places to paint. In winter she thought it was even better. Its frozen surface glistened in the afternoon sunlight, ice several inches thick and perfect for skating. And skating was exactly what she planned to do.
Meg was sitting on a log she'd brushed the snow off of, lacing up a pair of worn hockey skates (hockey skates were always her choice, even as a child). On the ground next to her was a duffle bag she'd carried everything in, including a sketch pad. The woman never went anywhere without a sketchbook; art was her life and her power depended upon it. But there would be time for drawing later. She tugged the bow tight on her left skate and stood up, testing her balance. It had been quite a while since the last time she'd done this.
Once she had her balance, it was a few wobbly steps to the edge of the lake. The one problem with free skating like this was that there wasn't anything to hold on to. Getting onto the ice was tricky. She put down her first foot just fine but it was hard keeping her balance when the second foot also found ice. Arms spreading out to keep her balance, she slid and wobbled a bit. Meg stayed upright though, grinning once she finally steady on her feet. After that skating was just like riding a bike. A few warmup laps had her easily gliding across the ice; before she knew it she was having fun, pushing herself to go faster. Zipping across the lake on skates was exhilarating.
As fun as it was, however, after a while she was starting to get tired. The woman may have been in shape but the cold made it difficult to breath and she was getting thirsty. So she cut a large circle and headed back towards the shore, giving one last sprint for the hell of it. When she was close enough, Meg abruptly turned both ankles to the side, skates now scraping against the ice to slow her down. A rather large spray was sent up from her momentum and she laughed as finally she came to a stop, happy to be outside and doing something loved.
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Post by Serinity Dawson on Feb 4, 2012 3:07:45 GMT -5
Today was a beautiful day. The air was crisp. The birds were singing joyfully. Untouched snow glistened in the light of the sun. All appeared to be well on the outside. Yet, it wasn’t. Not at all. Tromping through the snow, Serinity brushed away at her cheek sniffling. Mindlessly she allowed her feet to take her wherever they pleased. Nowhere appealed to her, but anywhere was better than where she had been. Distraught the blonde’s pace was double what it typically was. Snow tracks led away from Silas Academy’s main building. A crowd of jeering students stood just outside of the red wooden doors laughing loudly when one of its members made another remark. That was where she had been.
It was just after the end of breakfast when Serinity decided to head back outside and to the dorms. In the first couple of days, she already had homework. In an unlikely move on her part the girl figured she could go ahead and start some. Of course, that just meant she would sit around on the computer, listen to Pandora, and not do a darn thing. Right. Starting her homework early indeed! Serinity exited the main building and carefully maneuvered her way down the stairs that were ever so slightly iced. The grounds keepers did put up some salt, though. It never hurt to be careful just in case.
Down at the bottom of the stairs stood that group of students, all of whom were or around her age. There was just one younger kid in the bunch. Most likely he was the younger brother of one of the gang members. As she approached, Serinity offered them all a small, polite smile that quickly turned into a frown. One of the oldest guys stopped to block her path. She could only assume he was the leader. “Oie, girly, where you off to, eh?” He questioned with a smug smirk. His members giggled childishly.
Serinity stopped short to stare at him. A questioning eyebrow rose. “It’s none of your concern, little boy.” Pressing her lips together tightly, Serinity went to shoulder pass him but the guy had other plans for her. “Excuse me, please...”
“Dun think so, Serinity. You and I need to have a wee little chat.” Smirking, the kid roughly pushed Rini causing the back of her heels to touch the bottom step. Behind her a burly looking student appeared. Guess there was no going that way. More than likely there was another guy inside to direct traffic to another door. She was stuck here in the middle of all these hooligans. What a great way to start of the day!
“What do you want?”
[/color] The anger was boiling up within her. Serinity clenched her jaw and fists keeping her grey blue eyes focused on the leader. David. David Mercer. He was one of the “better off” students with parents who had more money than they knew what to do with. David had that snooty attitude to match. He inspected the blonde while coming up with what to say. His expression looked menacing. “At the end of the semester last year, your grandmother suspended me for beating up some freshie. Because of her, I have to retake all my classes. I have to admit. I’m not too fond of the idea as you could imagine.” He took a step forward. Had she had the room, Serinity would have responded with a step back. Quickly she peeked to the left and right praying to find someone she knew or just someone at all. Coincidently, no one was around. Just her luck. “That sounds like a personal problem to me… Maybe you shouldn’t beat people up.” Facing David again she regarded him carefully trying to remember if she knew his power or not. It had something to do with the mind, didn’t it? Out of the blue an image flashed through her mind of David punching her roughly in the stomach. Serinity cried aloud and doubled over in pain. However, when she looked up David was standing away from her and not within striking distance. “How...” Mental Manipulation. David was making her think what he wanted to think. Her body acted accordingly as if it were really happening. Tricks of the mind. Tightening her jaw the blonde went to stand up but David projected the image of him pushing her back onto the stairs. The sensation of falling backward stuck her. It was just a trick and not really happening. Wait, no. She really was falling backwards. Her balance had been compromised. Crudely her backside struck the stairs causing her to wince. There would be bruises forming soon. “Little bitch,” he sneered, “Your grandmother shouldn’t mess with people like me. I can do things. Things that won’t even leave a mark. You should tell her to keep her snotty nose out of where it doesn’t belong. If I want to beat up some kid, I will. You can’t stop me and neither can she! Oh, and if you tell her about this, just remember. This is only the tip of my capabilities.” Laughing, David sent one last image of his hands grasping around her neck. Before anything could happen the doors burst open hitting the guard in the back. “What is going on out here?!” Demanded a teacher who looked around wildly for any signs of physical violence. The gang all scooted off before answering any questions. Serinity, although grateful, didn’t wait around either. As soon as David was out of her mind, the blonde was up and trekking across campus to get away from it all. She could still hear them laughing… The anger boiled over causing her fists to shake with fury. A long, vicious rant formed in her mind. Every so often, she huffed, snarled, or lashed out at some innocent branch or clump of snow. The further she walked the more the anger subsided. Ahead Rini could see the lake coming into view. By now she had lost her. Her anger was replaced with stunned despair. Tear rolled freely down her cheeks as her body shook with sobs. Never in all her years of Silas had something like this happened. Sure many of the kids made fun of her or made some kind of snide comment about her grandmother, but it had never, never been taken to that length. What was she supposed to do? There was a fallen log straight ahead. She would make for the log, sit down, and calm herself before things got out of hand. Already the sunny sky had been pushed away by dark clouds of an ominous grey. Any moment now she could be facing a torrential downpour. The ice skating woman and her belongings had been overlooked by Serinity as she collapsed on top of the log shoving her hands against her face and weeping without restraint. Several icy raindrops began to fall from the sky.[/justify][/blockquote][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by megan on Feb 8, 2012 15:32:42 GMT -5
Her last few steps off the ice brought with them an unexpected surprise. It seemed she was not the only one interested in catching her breath at the old fallen log. Stepping carefully so as to keep her balance, Megan approached the crying Serinity with some concern. The girl looked so broken up, though over what she had no idea. The professor had been lost to her own little world out here. Whatever trouble the students had been causing was currently under her radar. Unfortunately, whatever had happened had to have been pretty bad.
Meg glanced up when a few rain drops hit her face. How peculiar for it to suddenly start raining when the weather forecast had predicted nothing but sun! Or rather, it would have been peculiar had this not been Silas Academy. Strange events had a habit of popping up from time to time at the school, and the woman knew enough about Serinity Dawson to know that she was a weather manipulator. It was a pretty good guess that the sudden change in weather was no coincidence. The closer she got the easier it was to detect the cues of crying. The question was... why?
She took a seat on the log next to her student, leaning down to pull a refillable water bottle out of her bag. For a long moment she sat there in silence, taking a drink and waiting out the girl. Then, finally, she gently asked the question burning on her mind. "Serinity... What's wrong, sweetie?" She was trying to be noninvasive about it, not wrapping an arm around the blonde's shoulders no matter how much she wanted to. Right now Meg didn't know what to expect from her so she would play itself until she knew the girl was willing to trust her. Hopefully that would be sooner rather than later given how clear it was to read the concern sparkling in her eyes.
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Post by Serinity Dawson on Feb 16, 2012 16:03:02 GMT -5
The log moved somewhat under the weight of another person sitting down beside her. Startled, Rini swung her head to peer at the art professor only to looked away as several wet tears slid down her red cheeks. Great. Oh how Serinity loathed crying in front of others. And wasn’t this the second time Megan had seen her cry?! Serinity didn’t even know if her grandmother had seen her cry that many times. What was wrong with her? While within the presence of the teacher Rini continued to look away, biting her lower lip or clenching her jaw tightly together. She did anything to keep the tears back. Clearing her throat, the blonde sniffed and wiped at her cheeks. Tense silence fell between them then. The young girl was desperately trying to collect herself. Why was Megan always around when Serinity needed a good cry? It’s like she knew… Or maybe it was just sheer coincidence. Whatever it was, it was annoying.
As soon as Megan’s words left her lips, Serinity broke down into another shoulder shaking sob. “I..I…I’m sor…sorry,” she stuttered placing her hands over her mouth shaking her head with pure disbelief. Dull grey blue eyes peered out at the early spring scene. The lake was so picturesque. How could she feel so horrible when looking upon an example of Nature’s finest beauty? Closing her eyes tightly she tried again to calm herself down taking in deep, rattling breathes. So far luck wasn’t on her side. It seemed no matter how collected you felt, as soon as someone dared to ask what the matter was… you couldn’t help but to just break down. Why? Why? It never failed. Was it because the person seemed to really care and want to know what you were experiencing? Scoffing, the blonde kept her hands over her mouth just staring at the lake tracing the skates’ path with her eyes.
Clearly struggling, Serinity attempted to power through her emotion saturated words. “Why are people so damn… judgmental and mean and stupid and fucking idiots?!” The anger couldn’t be missed behind her words. With each harsh description her voice grew louder. “I mean, just because you’re an idiot for trying to beat up some kid and you get justly punished, why do you think it’s ok to come hurt me for something I had NOTHING to do with?! I. Don’t. Under. Stand.” The student’s hands angrily flailed this way and that with expression. “UGH!” Standing to her feet the blonde paced back and forth in front of Megan. Now that the crying was over with, Rini was slipping back into anger huffing and snarling. At one point lightning forked in the sky. One branch struck down somewhere in Pinehurst Forest. The clap of thunder that followed was deafening.
All of the sudden Serinity remembered her audience and stopped mid step to glance at Megan sheepishly. This wasn’t how students acted in front of their professors. Frowning, she looked up into the sky taking a deep breath and letting it go. Her shoulders visibly dropped. Slowly things began to clear up. The threateningly grey clouds took their time transforming into white fluffy ones. The sun was much less inviting though. The dull light didn’t do much to warm anyone up. Still, it was an improvement. “I’m sorry, professor… Um, nothing’s the matter. It’s all good now. Sorry about the language…” Out of all the teachers at Silas Academy, Megan was probably the only one she was comfortable enough to talk with who wouldn’t give a crap about such trivial stuff. The art professor was so much more chill than the others, and she gave a genuine crap about her students.
Sighing heavily, the blonde sat back down on the log and rubbed her palms against her jeans. Her expression was relatively bare. Most everything had been cried or shouted out. Now all that was left was numbness. Hesitantly she asked, “If I may… Can I ask, from a teacher’s perspective, do you ever see how cruel the students can be toward one another?”
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