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Post by killianquinn on Aug 7, 2011 17:55:23 GMT -5
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i’m so coldi'm going in for the kill. i'm doing it for a thrill. i'm hoping you'll understand, and not let go of my hand. i hang my hopes out on the line. will they be ready for you in time. if you leave them out too long they'll be withered by the sun Killian sat, watching the rippling cold water slap against the thin strip of dirt and sand that bordered the lake. He was a little unguarded, since it was early in the morning and he was a tiny bit lethargic from not being able to sleep the whole night. It was partially Seth’s fault. Killian was a week or so into being his roommate, and they were not even close to being familiar with each other’s quirks. At least, that was true for Killian. Every so often Seth would talk in his sleep. That night it had been all night long. Killian rarely got any sleep regularly, and this was only an added benefit. Killian was glad, though, that Seth wasn’t much of a problem. Sure, he had his moments, but he rarely bothered Killian at all, and their schedules seemed to be at odds with each other. They only shared a couple hours together; lunch and a single class, and then Seth would wander off into campus, until nighttime. Maybe longer. When they were in the dorm together, Killian would always remain silent while Seth muttered to himself, until he asked Killian a question or until he left. For some reason it was kind of comfortable.
Not that night. That night, Killian had gotten no sleep at all. He could hear Seth talking all the way into his area, which was annoying. And then he had gotten up and wandered around campus for a while, thinking. When he came back, Seth was still making noise, and it was four, so he had decided not to even try. He roamed around a little more, and when the sun rose, he migrated down to a secluded plac, so that he didn’t need to meet anyone. He was wearing his usual apparel; a long black trench coat, long-sleeved sweater, skinny jeans that, though they were meant to be slimming, still were loose around the ankles, and large black boots. And of course, his bright yellow gloves. He had forgotten his hat, though it didn’t matter anyway. He wasn’t planning on doing anything near people that day. The lake was lonely that morning, and Killian leaned against a tree, sitting Indian style. He let himself close his eyes and his hands fell to the sides of his calves. The sun slowly warmed up his face, the humidity of the day not yet reaching the atmosphere. Perhaps it was too early in the morning. It was relaxing, being outdoors and completely alone. The breeze was absolutely wonderful, and it caressed his face gently. If only he could enjoy it.
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Post by emily on Aug 7, 2011 18:35:41 GMT -5
The wind blew against her face, cold and calming. Her blonde hair waved for a moment as the breeze ran through it. Everything was peaceful, and so quiet. Unlike the thoughts buzzing around in the fourteen year old's head. All day long she had watched the students chatting and laughing, all so very much at home in the academy. For some it would be there only home, a sanctuary, while for others it was the chance to explore their powers. But to Emily, it was turning into a prison. A prison where she would be forced to watch others and their happiness.
Normally a happy and optimistic person, these feelings of sadness felt very strange and almost unearthly to the blonde haired girl. But she wasn't just sad, she was homesick. The young girl missed her home and her family terribly. Having moved to the academy at a young age, sometimes she would feel as though her childhood was robbed of her, like she never got the chance to finish it. She wished with all her heart that she could go back home and continue living her childhood.
But she knew that that would be impossible, for the small town she had lived in spread rumors fast. And in the short amount that Emily had spent there, after discovering her power, she and her family had already become the talk of the town. She had been named the town's mutant and outcast. Her parents couldn't live with being pushed away from the town members and shipped their daughter off to Silas. Whether her leaving had allowed her parents to keep living normal lives she didn't know, but what she did know was that she could never return.
Emmi walked down to the water's edge and sat down on the sand. She removed her tennis shoes, allowing her toes to sink into the moist sand. While she would normally be sleeping in her bed right now, the fourteen year old found that she couldn't as nightmares had disrupted her sleep for the past three days. She felt that in order to stop said nightmares she needed to have a sort of peace of mind, and the lake was the most peaceful place she could think of. It reminded her of the lake her family used to swim in during the summer. She rested her elbows on her knees, allowing herself to drift into happy memories as the water washed over her feet. outfit This is what Emily is wearing. Please excuse my lack of a table for her, I'm working on creating a new one. |
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 7, 2011 22:08:28 GMT -5
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i’m so coldi'm going in for the kill. i'm doing it for a thrill. i'm hoping you'll understand, and not let go of my hand. i hang my hopes out on the line. will they be ready for you in time. if you leave them out too long they'll be withered by the sun Killian didn’t notice that someone had emerged from the school and disturbed his peaceful quietness until a small shadow blocked out the warmth of the sun, and he blinked himself fully awake, startled by the silent newcomer. She was facing the other way and didn’t say a thing, which led Killian to believe that she didn’t even know he was there. Which was fine by him. He watched her approach the edge of the lake, willing her to move on quickly. He hated the fact that she was disturbing his alone time. Killian stared coldly at her head, watching her and getting glimpses of her expression as she gazed forlornly out into the sea. He wondered what a cheerful-looking little girl like her could possibly be forlorn about, but then caught himself and remembered that he didn’t care. He turned to the side, staring at the tall, dead grasses that shielded his right from the cool stream of air that buffeted everything around him. Killian paused when she sat down, and then felt defeat as she took off her shoes and dipped her toes into water. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to proceed. She would notice him eventually, whether he moved or not. Plus, he was enjoying his position on the tree, and she seemed completely unaware of her surroundings. Killian wondered if perhaps she was a ditzy little thing, being that he was completely in view and she hadn’t noticed him once.
Suddenly, Killian put his bright yellow glove to his mouth and coughed violently. It was getting worse, and it had only been a week’s worth of usage. Killian knew what the problem was; Shiloh. The arrogant, ignorant, stupid ass had made him loose his temper and almost died in the process. Killian had a sneaking suspicion that he was so dense he hadn’t even felt a hint of Killian’s killing intent. The bloodlust was something that came with the periodic use of his abilities; sometimes it took over and all he wanted to do was punish. It had popped up again with Shiloh, but the idiot hadn’t felt even the least bit cautious about it. Then Killian had wasted a lot of time and effort into ‘punishing’ the idiot, but to no avail. Even worse, it had a bad effect; the bruise had gotten bigger. From that point on, Killian had been less generous about the amount of power he spread around. He realized that he had wasted so much when he was on the streets that it was almost incredible. Killian coughed into one glove and clenched at his heart with the other.
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Post by emily on Aug 8, 2011 14:20:19 GMT -5
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. A fit of coughing interrupted Emmi's mental visit to her home and she let out a gasp of surprise. She stood up, her feet landing in the cold water. The lake's water lapped at the edges of her jeans and numbed her toes. Knowing that someone was nearby put Emily on edge, and she grew angry at herself for not looking around before going up to the lake. The young girl merely didn't expect anyone to be out this early in the morning but now she was growing curious as to why someone would be here.
Still standing in the water, Emily looked around for the source of the coughing. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to spot the thin teen sitting against the tree. His sickly look and dark eyes frightened the girl a little bit, but she tried to keep in mind that everyone had their problems and who was she to judge someone by how they looked. She herself was tired of being called naive just because of her young age and thus tried not to make split second judgements on others.
Her mouth opened and closed, wondering whether or not she should try speaking to him. "How long have you been there?" Emmi broke through her shy personality for a moment as she muttered out the words, never once removing her gaze from his. . OOC: Sorry for the short post |
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 8, 2011 19:53:17 GMT -5
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i’m so coldi'm going in for the kill. i'm doing it for a thrill. i'm hoping you'll understand, and not let go of my hand. i hang my hopes out on the line. will they be ready for you in time. if you leave them out too long they'll be withered by the sun Killian watched with narrowed eyes as she jumped and turned, analyzing her quickly. He couldn’t help but clench at his chest while his throat was ripped up by his coughing fit; it hurt his heart a little. Still, he didn’t like appearing weak in front of anyone, even a small girl. She was obviously younger than him, and sweet-looking. She seemed surprised to find him there, though he didn’t understand why. Probably because it was normal for people to speak up before it got to that point.
She seemed a bit frightened of him, which apparently, for the exception of a delirious Seth, was conventional in Silas Academy. People tended not to like him. She glanced at him, and then spoke, though Killian could barely make out what she was saying. He strained to hear as the words faded in and out. It had been doing that for a couple of days. “… long have you… there?” It sounded like a question. He pieced together the stray words and realized what she was asking.
“The whole time.” He said simply, his soft-spoken voice seeming weaker after coughing so much. He glanced down at his glove, and then wiped his hand on the grass. The tip of a blade was reddened, but you could only see so much as that if you squinted your eyes. He swallowed a couple of times, and then scooted forward a bit, just in case she persisted to talk to him. It would have been annoying to be treated as if he were deaf. words, tag, outfit, notes |
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Post by emily on Aug 8, 2011 20:50:40 GMT -5
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. “The whole time.” Even though his answer was vague she didn't feel like asking him to elaborate. "Oh . . ." She glanced down at the water soaking into the bottom of her jeans and numbing her toes. Emily hesitated before sloshing her way out of the water, in a way the water felt refreshing and kept on her mind off of her homesickness. But the cold soon turned from refreshing to just plain cold and she stepped out. She walked a little closer to the teen before sitting herself down on the grass, but she made sure to keep herself a least five feet away, having a hunch that he wasn't a very social type.
Everything was quiet for a moment, as she thought of what to say, "So, umm, why'd you come out here?" She brought her knees close to her, placing her hands on top of them. It was a fairly cold night, and Emily was regretting not having brought a jacket. She sucked it up though, having no intentions of going back to the dorm with her mind still stressed.
Emily lifted a hand off of her knees to run it through her blonde hair. The fourteen year old wished that Seth was here, even though they didn't know each other very well he was good at cheering her up with his sarcastic humor. Sure he was rude at times but it seemed like he tried his best to behave around her. She wasn't sure why he treated her better than he treated others but she was happy that he did. . |
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 9, 2011 23:26:01 GMT -5
Killian was half relieved that he heard the question that time. He didn’t like the fact that there was a problem with his hearing .That would only be an increase to the steadily building problems of his body that accumulated as time went on. Killian gave her a quick glance as she ran her fingers through her hair. He wondered for a second what it would feel like to touch her silky-looking locks, but then realized he had been thinking such things and cut off his idle curiosity. He brought his knees to his chin and rested his head on them, wrapping his skinny arms around his legs. Killian couldn’t look her in the eyes, even though she seemed docile. He glared at the grass beside her. She looked cold. He was freezing now, even though the sun was rising. Killian was always freezing.
“I want to be alone.” Killian said softly, staring at the green and the brown that made the earth what it was. It was the truth. That was the only reason why he came out here, and he had gotten there first. Killian glanced up at her, to absorb her expression, before examining the ground again. She looked a bit sad. Maybe it was why she had come out there too. He paused, thinking that he might need to say more, but his hesitation only added to the silence. Which was alright with him. He didn’t know how to socialize with anyone, let alone a sad girl who happened upon him unwillingly. For a second he wished he was back in the dorm, in complete silence once more, but realized that it didn’t work that way, and resigned his thought. “And you?” He said, a spur of the moment thing, though he told himself he didn’t care.
Emily is making Killian sociable. O= SHE MUST BE A POWERFUL OVERLORD. Also, I hate tables, so I've stopped using them. -__-
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Post by emily on Aug 9, 2011 23:48:56 GMT -5
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. “I wanted to be alone.” Emmi resisted the urge to bit her lip, the hesitation following his answer was causing her to think that maybe it would best if she did leave, and gave him the privacy that he had came for in the first place. But if she did leave, she would have to go back to her dorm and face her nightmares once more. So if he didn't want her to be here then he would just have to deal with it as the fourteen year old had no plans of leaving the cold shore.
“And you?” She was surprised that he actually bothed to ask her, as she thought that wanting to be alone also implied that he didn't feel like socializing. Netherless, Emily replied to his question. "I ugh . . . came out here because I couldn't sleep." She paused, wondering if she should bother elaborating on why she couldn't sleep. After a moment she decided that it couldn't hurt to tell him. "Just homesick and all."
The young girl glanced over at her shoes, which were still where she had originally sat. Emmi knew that it wouldn't take much effort to grab her shoes and then sit back down, but she had a feeling that if she got up the other kid would walk away and she wouldn't have anyone to talk to. Sure, the way they were talking now wasn't exactly helping her fix her homesickness but it still felt better than leaving her alone to her one thoughts. . |
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 13, 2011 0:13:27 GMT -5
Homesick. He didn’t know how to feel or deal with that, since he had never been homesick himself. Nor did he understand the term very well; he knew what it meant, but whenever anyone said ‘homesick,’ he imagined someone sick of being at home. Killian’s brooding glare suddenly drained of all emotion, as he tried not to think about it. Don’t remember, don’t think, don’t imagine. He hissed to himself, trying to block it all out. But soon pictures were forming in the back of his head, so defined and vibrant he couldn’t blot them away. The gleam of a steak knife, the shine of his brother’s sweaty tear-stained cheeks, his own hands, covered with red. Killian’s eyes grew wider and wider until he could visualize it perfectly, just the way it happened, and then he snapped his lids closed, trying to regain again some of the calm feeling of loneliness he had before. He realized they had once again been silent for too long, and he opened his eyes, but they were once more cold and unfriendly. He didn’t dare look up at her.
“Why?” Killian asked, his voice soft as ever. Hauntingly pallid and neutral. It had always been that way, even before. So had the homesickness thing, the complications of memory, and his aversion to communication. The only things new were the bruises. He blinked so hard it hurt his eyeballs and tried to push it away with a question. “Why are you homesick? What do you miss?” Remembering all had brought something more than just the standard , rigid curiosity to his voice. Something dangerously close to pain.
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Post by emily on Aug 13, 2011 0:43:37 GMT -5
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. “Why?” Killian's voice sounded devoid of emotion, only a twinge of pain could be felt through the voice. But Emmi knew her boundaries and decided it would be best to not ask him what he was feeling. “Why are you homesick? What do you miss?” Emmi looked down at the grass, slowly moving her gaze upward so that she could see the lake. Her hesitation lasted a few moments as there were so many things she missed that she didn't know how to put them into only a few sentences.
Emily let her toes dig into the dirt hidden beneath the grass, trying to remember when was the last time she had run around outside her house. Trying to remember the last time she had even acted like a child. Or the last time she had played a game. She hadn't acted like a child for so long as the last time she had was when she was back home. That was what was making her homesick, the fact that she had to act mature here and left her other personality back home. "I just miss my house, my family . . . the way I was able to act there." She pulled up a strand of grass, rolling it up between her fingers before letting it drop back down to the ground.
"I just don't understand why being innocent here is a bad thing I guess. It was true, everyone wanted her to toughen up. She was forced into maturity which to her was as boring and dull as life could get. It wasn't fun, the way you were expected to handle things. So many people would repress their feelings, and those that expressed them tended to be jerks. You were also expected to have gone through a lot of hard times before you could be considered worthy to talk to. All of these things Emmi just couldn't understand, yet she was somehow supposed to. . |
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 13, 2011 18:22:28 GMT -5
Killian absorbed her words in silence, as he did with everything. He sort of understood, though he didn’t particularly want to. He had never had to be something other than what he was, so it confused him a bit, but Killian knew from observation of others what she was feeling. He looked up at her, and then followed her gaze, trying to push back the strange urge to tell her that everything would be fine. It was odd, since he knew that everything wouldn’t. Killian watched the sunlight reflect off the lake. Things were getting warmer steadily, which was fine with him. It wasn’t like he could feel it anyway. The girl before him was a bit odd, different from everybody else he had come in contact with at the school. It was slightly refreshing. Only slightly. He didn’t know why, and he resented that.
He watched a spider crawl up his boot for a couple seconds, mildly interested in its struggle up his black laces. Eventually it got up to his jeans, and then to his gloves. It used its legs so resourcefully Killian couldn’t help but respect it. It got passed the yellow and met with the thin length of skin between the edge of leather and his black trench coat sleeve. As it placed its leg on his flesh, it met with the bluish blackish bruise that seemed to be steadily creeping up his hand. As soon as its hard exoskeleton met with his tainted flesh, it shuddered back and curled up into a tiny ball. Something cold ran down Killian’s spine, and he flicked the creature away before the strange girl could notice. He tugged at his sleeves neurotically.
“Why do you think that? It’s fine to be what you want to be.” He said passively, trying to distract himself from the disturbing scene he had just witnessed.
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Post by emily on Aug 13, 2011 18:51:07 GMT -5
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. “Why do you think that? It’s fine to be what you want to be.” Oh but it wasn't fine. She couldn't be herself, not with everyone watching and judging. Everyone always expected something, they would judge and wait to see if their assumption was true. When judging Emmi, everyone would just decide that she would act like a kid and she didn't know any better. They would think that she wouldn't take anything seriously and that she was entered into the school because her parents thought she was special. And if their judgement was proved true then they would walk away and disregard her.
She let out a sad laugh at how wrong he really was. "But that's just it . . . here, it isn't okay for me to be who I want to be. I'm not going to give in to their little expectations and be tossed away like an obnoxious five year old." Emily wasn't at a place where acting like a child was considered acceptable. She hadn't seen any other people who were the same age as her and even if she did they always had their hard pasts that instantly toughened them up and turned them into adults. The fourteen year old had to wonder if they ever felt like their childhood was cut short. If they did they were very good at hiding it, unlike Emily.
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 13, 2011 19:13:00 GMT -5
Killian wanted to completely forget about everything that had just happened in the matter of minutes, but even just listening to her wasn’t enough. He cringed inwardly as the pictures kept popping up, and the spider that was just flung a couple feet came slowly crawling back. It was limping. He resisted a shudder, and not just because he was cold. Killian’s hand shot out and he smashed the spider with his finger. It made a satisfying crunch under nail. He listened to the girl talk about her problems, so free about her words it made Killian want to ask her why she was telling him so much. But he knew that would only confuse her more. Killian wiped the spider innards off of his glove unto the grass and then wrapped his hands around his knees once more. Stop thinking. Talk more so you don’t have to think. Talk more so the images that the strange girl conjured would melt away.
“Don’t think that way.” Killian said, his tone a tad harsher than he actually intended it to be. The problem was that he really didn’t intend for anything at all. The words were spilling out. What a weird little girl, making him talk so much. “It’s okay for you to be innocent. Wouldn’t it be sadder if you tried to change and lost yourself? Then you would lose focus on your goal, and your family would be disappointed that you chang-“ He froze and then went into another coughing fit, choking on his words. He could taste blood on the tip of his tongue, and that new unsettling factor successfully distracted him from the images in his head.
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Post by emily on Aug 13, 2011 23:26:25 GMT -5
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. "Don’t think that way." Emmi looked over at the older boy, whose voice once devoid of emotion was now slightly harsher. At least the teen had some sort of emotion in him, whether it was anger or not Emily wasn't sure but at least it showed that he was human. Well, technically she wasn't sure if any of the students at Silas were human. For weren't they all just mutants? Strange beings with a defect of a gene. It seemed that everyone just called themselves humans in an attempt to remain attached to the world outside of Silas.
The pale teen spoke again, trying to convince her that she shouldn't change herself. “It’s okay for you to be innocent. Wouldn’t it be sadder if you tried to change and lost yourself?" He had a point, but it wasn't like she could just act like a child around everyone. She needed to find an outlet where she could act like a child and then return to the world of being mature. "Then you would lose focus on your goal, and your family would be disappointed that you chang-“ Killian suddenly erupted into another fit of coughing.
An expression of worry crossed the young girl's face and she tilted her head. "Umm, do you need to go to the nurse or something? You don't look so good." She wasn't sure whether she was referring to the kid's unhealthy weight and complexion or his violent coughing. Either way she was sure that he needed some sort of medical attention.
"Oh, and I guess you're right about the losing yourself thing . . . but I just don't think I can deal with all stares and the pressure of other people looking at me. I thought it was best to blend it." She paused, starting to wonder why she was treating the teen as some sort of therapist. Emmi let out a small laugh, "Funny how willing I am to take advice from strangers." That was one small part of the innocence that she had retained, her ability to put her full trust in people she barely knew. "What's your name by the way?" . |
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 13, 2011 23:57:13 GMT -5
Killian couldn’t answer her immediately, as he was still spluttering and gasping for breath. He would wake up like that some nights, coughing himself awake. He had to practically smother himself in order to make sure his roommate didn’t suddenly get jolted awake by the violent noise. Not that it mattered to Killian… he just didn’t like being the subject of concern. When he heard the strange girl, some hostility threatened to leak out of his demeanor. He glanced up at her, a tad annoyed, though it wasn’t like he could do anything to stop her emotions. She was younger than him, but seemed capable of handling herself to some extent. Killian looked down at his glove and had to bite his tongue to stop himself from making some sort of noise of alarm. There was too much blood in that. Quickly, he told himself that it was just the fact he had been coughing so much, and slid his hand across the grass. Let the bugs have it.
He opened his mouth and started to talk, but his voice broke from excess use, and he swallowed down the thick layer of phlegm and blood that seem to coat his vocal chords. He gave another short, small cough and let himself wish for water before starting again. “I’m fine.” He said tersely, his voice retaining its normal soft tone, exceedingly patient with everything around him. “And strangers…” were just friends she hadn’t met yet, is what he was going to say. For a second, he realized what was happening, and felt horror wash over him. What was it about this weird little girl that made him want to talk. He had heard that line on some TV show he had glimpsed a fraction of passing the game room. Killian was about to reiterate that to the innocent stranger. He was being much too sociable. He gave her a cold glance and then went back into his shell, his gaze becoming emotionless once more.
“I’m Killian.” He said breezily, his voice as polite as before. That was an easy question. Now it was his turn, he supposed. But he wasn’t going to ask. He simply stared at the grass like before.
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