Seeking Peace {Killian}

[shia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 500px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11hh4yw.jpg); border-radius: 20 20 20 20 px] my back to the sun Shia decided she loved this place. The labyrinth. So much potential here. Especially when the sun was just coming up, or just going down. It was closer to the end of the day. And the sky was fairly clear, meaning the lights and colors were also very clear. She set up a camera on a tripod, aimed right at a corner and snuck about it. She looked to the camera, then back to the sun behind her and grinned. This would make an interesting shot! She turned back to the camera quickly, counting in her head, 'Eight...Nine...Ten!' and then the camera flashed at her. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, giggling at herself. She looked around, making sure her markers, bright red ribbons, hadn't blown away somewhere. After all, she wanted to make her way back properly. Without getting lost. Again. And there it was, fluttering on the ground, skittering off down the wrong way. Ribbon number one. Shia ran to catch up to it and snatched it up, looking around for the next, which should have been in eyes' view. And currently was not. Shia sighed, her shoulders drooping, her fingers clutching at the red ribbon in her hand. She turned back to the camera and glared at it. Not that the mess was the camera's fault. Or anyone's, really. She plopped down next to her camera, arms and legs crossed as she pouted. She wasn't just pouting of course, she was trying to remember how to get out of here. But it was only her second time coming to this part of the grounds and damned if she could remember any of it. She still got lost in the building, after all. "Ugh!" she moaned, looking around, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms about them. "I just need one person to show up and show me where to go..." she mumbled so\ftly, looking around for any sign of intelligent life. Killian ;; 333 words ;; outfit ;; notes trapped in your light

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[killianquinn]

Killian had been walking the labyrinth for at least an hour, and he still wasn’t lost. He knew exactly where he was and how to get back. He wondered why he had heard people saying that it was a confusing place to be; it was easy to see where he was, and the trail back wasn’t half a tedious as the energy it took to walk for an hour, constantly, not allowing himself a break. But he wasn’t trying to exercise. He was trying to become lost. Unfortunately, it seemed that it was impossible for him. Killian paused at a four way path, and then sighed. There was just no way around it. He needed a rest. Killian sat down, and then laid his body upon the ground, limbs splayed out in all directions. He took off his hat, feeling something faintly similar to ‘enjoyment’ from being completely alone.

Killian tried to remember what had brought him here. He couldn’t. Probably it was to get away from all the others, but it could have been something else. All he knew was that at that moment he was tired, and that he was frustrated with his inability to loose himself. Killian hesitated, and then slipped off his gloves. He peeled them away from his hand carefully, as if there were part of him, fragile organs that could rip with one wrong move. When he was done, he placed the bright yellow fabric beside him and lifted his hands up in the air. His fingers were long and nimble, and his nails were a bit longer than he wanted them to be. And, of course, his flesh was black.

He refused to go to the infirmary. It didn’t seem like a disease, or a problem that could be easily fixed. He spread his fingers out in front of him, blocking out the sun with his palm, glaring up into the air as if that could fix anything. For a couple seconds there was peace. The he heard a feminine voice that jolted him out of his trance. He sat up quickly, looking towards the noise, reluctant to accept the inevitable appearance of some new person that was only going to bother him. "I just need one person to show up and show me where to go..." Killian bit his tongue and stood slowly, backing up into the bushes, as if pressing himself into the foliage would make him invisible. When his fingers grazed the leaves, they shriveled up and died.

[shia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 500px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11hh4yw.jpg); border-radius: 20 20 20 20 px] my back to the sun Shia's head snapped up as she could have sworn she heard something. But where? She wasn't sure. But there were a couple of possible scenarios she could imagine. A: it was someone from the school and she might just be able to snatch hold of some assistance, or B: it was a creature or person that should not be there and she would need to know so she could get away before it got to her. She hated her imagination, sometimes. Leaning forward and resting on her toes and fingertips, Shia looked from one side to the other, but was unable to locate the source of the sound. She stood carefully, trying to be quiet so she could hear if the person or creature moved again. She didn't want to miss another clue as to the location of the thing. She stepped forward, still looking around, peeking around a corner only to be disappointed and continue on. It was like hide and seek. A very unfair, unfun form of hide and seek. Now, this wasn't fair! All she needed was someone to point her in the right direction. It wasn't like she was asking them to be her friend and love her forever and ever! Just help her out of the friggin mess she had stuck herself in. She reached out, snapping her tripod together, pulling the camera off it and tucking the equipment under her arm as she tried the opposite direction. This time, she found what she was looking for. She smiled when she saw the young man, not much older than her, surely, pressed into the bushes. She let out a little chuckle before stepping around the corner. "Come, now. I'm not that scary, yeah?" Killian ;; 292 words ;; outfit ;; notes trapped in your light

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[killianquinn]

It was embarrassing for him to admit to himself that when she chuckled, he almost jumped out of his skin. He hated the fact that he hadn’t been able to hear her, though she hadn’t been trying to scare him or anything. He listened to her words carefully, before looking up at her to evaluate her appearance. She was a harmless-looking person, a bit shorter than him. Brown hair, brown eyes, a pretty face. He narrowed his eyes and stepped from the bushes, but upon realizing that she posed no threat, he relaxed his features into something relatively emotionless. She was holding a camera.

Killian hesitated, trying to think of what he could say to get her to leave. A large breeze suddenly shook the leaves all around, and chilled Killian to the bone. He cringed, and then reached up to wrap his thick black trench coat tighter around his body. As he grazed his fingers against the cloth, he froze. He wasn’t wearing gloves. He glanced down at them quickly; they rested on the grass so comfortable, bright yellow contrasting with the green. Killian’s dark brown eyes widened and he looked down at his hands. The blackish blue of the bruises stood out vibrantly against his pale white flesh, completely enveloping his fingers and fading out on his palms. He looked back up at the quiet sneaking girl, slightly stiff. If he directed attention to his hand by putting on his gloves quickly, she might… do what? What could she possibly do? Tell someone? She wouldn’t be able to do a thing. He felt silly for being so scared of something so stupid and let his hands fall to his side. But he knew why he was surprised.

He hated that she knew he had something wrong with him, even if the chances of her doing anything about it, or them even meeting again were slim. Killian gave her a cold glare, and then turned, snatching his gloves from the ground and then slipping his hat on again. He started walking away, but then hesitated, and turned. “You didn’t scare me.” He said, though he knew it was slightly immature.

(LOL, I know you are probably reading this thinking; Um, what? He’s just walking away? But that’s how he is. XD Don’t be discouraged, I’m not trying to end it already!)

[shia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 500px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/11hh4yw.jpg); border-radius: 20 20 20 20 px] my back to the sun Shia's grin froze when she saw the coloring on the young man's hands and for a second she stared before she blinked and turned her face away for a second. Not only did she not want to appear rude by staring, but she was sure to do precisely that. Injuries held a sort of morbid fascination for her. And that made her feel creepy. Not that she liked the idea of others being in pain! Of course not! It was just that injuries were something she never had for very long, and that made them interesting to her. Perhaps she should go into the medical field? But photography was her passion, so it was unlikely she would change her mind. It just so happened that when she looked away, she turned to the bushes where he had been hiding and she noticed the dead and shriveled leaves standing out among the bright green of the rest. Her brow furrowed a bit before she turned back to him. He had caught her eye again with his swift movements to snatch up his gloves and hat. And then he...TURNED AWAY TO LEAVE!? What? Wh-No! No! He couldn't just leave her here to be lost! She took a step toward him, her hand reaching forward before he turned back to her. She flinched a bit, startled at the sudden turn around and simply stood, her hand just a little in front of her as she stared at Killian's face. "Scare...Wh-Oh! Oh, goodness, I should hope not!" she said, her smile returning slowly, just a little bit. She tilted her head to one side, snatching her hand back and clasping them about her tripod. "I'm just trying to find my way out of here." She shrugged with an embarrassed grin. "My markers all blew away, you see..." Killian ;; 313 words ;; outfit ;; notes trapped in your light

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