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Post by maeve on Aug 2, 2011 13:23:20 GMT -5
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❚ THE FEMALE TAPPED HER PENCIL AGAINST HER CHIN ABSENTMINDEDLY as she stared at her current drawing, her eyes assessing every detail of the work she had done so far. Frowning a bit, she stopped the motion and picked up her eraser, effectively subtracting some less satisfactory lines from the so far perfect looking drawing. Of course this would be much more easy if she had some sort of visual reference of what she was currently drawing, but alas, she couldn't get into a plane and fly to London just to take a look at the Tower Bridge or go back to her dorm where all her pictures of said place were. Well, technically she could, but she didn't feel like to. Going back to London would be a bit of a dangerous trip, what with her strained relationship with her grandparents, things could easily escalate and ruin the precarious balance on which she had built her new life upon. Also, she feared she might be missing the place a bit too much (just take a look at her notebook, the last drawings were all of London), and once she was there she might not be able to return. And she needed to return. On the other hand, going back to her room and fetching some of the photos she had taken on her last trip there would probably take too long, and she'd end up with no time to spare. So, she would have to rely on memory alone for this one.
Spending her lunch period alone was something the female light manipulator had grown quite used to do. In fact, it had become a sort of routine to her somewhere around her second year at Silas, when she discovered the Great Hall wasn't really the place for her. At least not during lunch period. Everyone seemed overly excited during lunch period whereas during breakfast everyone was still half asleep and at dinner people were usually tired from the school day. So, during lunch, Maeve would go down to the Great Hall, grab her food then go back and find a quiet place to enjoy her meal alone. Usually an empty classroom would do the trick, but there were times when she would take her lunch outside and eat it in the courtyard, if the weather was nice, or, on a less regular basis, she would eat it in her room. Then, she would spend the rest of her lunch period drawing, or reading, or catching up with school work. She didn't really mind the lack of company. Maeve had never been one to feel the need to be surrounded by people all the time, especially not during her meals. There was something about having to hear people commenting on what (and who) they had done the past weekend while she ate that really ruined her appetite. Plus, she had never been very good with making small talk, or participating in frivolous conversations. So, all in all this was the perfect solution for one such as Maeve Florian.
The remains of her lunch lay silently on their respective containers on a tray on the desk next to her, patiently waiting for her to pick them up and return them to their rightful place. But that would have to wait until she was done, even if that meant she would have to run all the way to the Great Hall to return them before her following period started. Right now, only one thing mattered for her, finishing her drawing. Once she was done with correcting her drawing, the tapping of the pencil against her chin returned, as she restarted her evaluation and frantic search for flaws. A small smile danced on her lips as she found it to be satisfactory enough. Being someone who had always liked to drawing, and having a special talent for it, had turned Maeve into one of her toughest critics. There was always something she didn't like, a line that wasn't straight enough, a shadowing that had not been well executed, a detail that hadn't been detailed enough. But she found herself to be satisfied with her current sketch. It might not be completely faithful to the monument, but it was pretty faithful to her memories of the Tower Bridge. Sixteen years of memories should be worth something right?
Placing the pencil down, the female scanned her sketch again before sighing and picking up a pen in order to star inking it. Normally this was something she wouldn't do, she always feared she might mess things up and ruin a perfect good drawing, so most of her works were all in pencil. Yet today, she felt like doing it at the risk of ending up not liking the final outcome at all and getting ink stains all over her hands. At least it would help her pass the time for the rest of her lunch period. Inking a sketch was something that required precision and concentration, that was why she never did it on a crowded place such as the Great Hall, all the people moving about, shoving and bumping into each other would most likely end up having disastrous consequences. Not the mention the noise. The noise was just so... annoying. Fortunately she had grown quite proficient with tuning her surroundings out, and her iPod was her biggest ally in this, but all in all it would be better to be in a genuinely calm place, instead of having to blast music into her ears to give her a false feeling of solitude.
Yes, inking was something that required concentration, and as she worked on her sketch, Maeve became more and more immersed in it, wanting to make sure she didn't mess things up. Slowly but steadily she became more and more detached from the world around her, not even bothering to check on her watch regularly so as to make sure she wouldn't be late for her next class. Everything else became dull, uninteresting. And she could care less.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 2, 2011 15:34:03 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean
TAG: Maeve OUTFIT: Black graphic t-shirt and blue jeans
ONE LAST THING: Hope it's okay that I made it so they already
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The nineteen year old walked through the deserted hallways. Everything was so unnaturally quiet, and it bugged him greatly that he was the only one walking through the corridors. He half expected a tumble weed to blow through the hallways. Most of the time the hallway would be crammed with students, each trying to either make their way to a certain class or talk to their friends. But now it was lunch time, and Shiloh was one of the few students not eating lunch in the Great Hall.
He would normally be enjoying his food at this moment, but instead he was stuck running an errand. Well, errand is the best way to describe what he had to do. For earlier in the day he had told his geometry teacher that he had forgotten to bring his homework but that he would bring it the next day. But his teacher had called his bluff and requested that he turn in the homework at lunch.
But Shiloh did not plan to let the teacher make a fool of him so quickly and had spent his other two classes finishing up the geometry worksheet. It wasn't exactly his best work but it was finished and he knew that he could squeeze out at least a C on the homework.
The orange eyed boy eyed the door to his geometry classroom. He honestly hoped that his teacher was inside the room, just so he could see his professor's face when he turned in the finished homework. With that thought in mind, Shiloh opened the door.
But when he stepped inside the quiet classroom he didn't see the teacher sitting at his desk like had had expected. In fact, the teacher wasn't inside the classroom at all. Instead, the only person inside the classroom with was his friend Maeve who was inking a drawing. She was so absorbed in her artwork that Shiloh wasn't even sure that she had even noticed him enter the room. The nineteen year old set his paper on the teachers desk before sitting down in the desk next to his friend. "Hey Maevie. What you drawing?" He tilted his head, unusual eyes scanning her drawing. Before she could even answer him, he had answered the question himself. "London . . . England." Shiloh zoomed in his eyes to the picture as if he couldn't believe that it was really the Tower Bridge. He took in all the delicate curves and lines that she had made and a small smile formed on his face. He honestly had never gone to London, but he had lived in Somerset, England his entire life and his English accent told it. Just seeing the picture she had drawn made him wish that he could be home.
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Post by maeve on Aug 2, 2011 18:32:47 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
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❚ DRAWING HAD ALWAYS BEEN HER THING. Ever since she was little, Maeve had been very skilled with drawing. Art in general, she seemed to be good at it and without trying too hard too. When she was younger said passion, combined with a love for engineering had made her want to become an architect. But now, she wasn't really sure about it. Plus, she didn't know how exactly would she get into an actual architecture school coming from Silas. Well, there would be another time and place to worry about that. Right now, Maeve was only worried about making the shadowing perfect and now make the whole piece look like crap before lunch period was over.
And she was succeeding in said task until, of course, someone decided to interrupt her. She hadn't heard anyone coming in, so when a voice spoke right next to her and it was startling to say the least. I mean, how would you react if you thought you were in a deserted room and all of a sudden someone speaks to you? Yes, it isn't fun. Maeve let out a startled yelp and dropped her pen down on her notebook. She quickly turned to face the intruder, small orb of light gathering in her palm, ready to be thrown at them... until she noticed who it was.
Just as fast as it had been formed, the little orb of white light disappeared and her startled look was replaced by a scowl. "Bloody Hell, don't do that! I could have blinded you... or blown your face up." She was more aiming for the first, as it was her normal instinct, blind the other person at least temporarily so that she could assess the situation, but she didn't need to tell him that. Besides, with Shiloh's powers, he might not have been blinded temporarily.
"London . . . England."
"Yes, London, England. The tower bridge" She told him, looking down at the drawing, only to notice the small inkblot that had formed in the place where the pen had landed, and frowned at it a bit. This was why she didn't like to ink her sketches. "And it's ruined. Brilliant." So maybe she was overreacting a bit, the inkblot wasn't really big and it was on the bottom part of her drawing, and it didn't really ruin it much. But it was there and it wasn't supposed to be. And it was her drawing, she could be rightfully pissed. Sighing a bit, Maeve returned her attention to Shiloh.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 2, 2011 19:47:15 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Maeve OUTFIT: Black graphic t-shirt and blue jeans
ONE LAST THING: None
The globe of light forming in his friend's startled hands caused Shiloh's eyes to widen. "Woah there!" He held up his hands defensively by his face. But just as quickly as the orb of light had formed it vanished, and he was left staring at his friend's not so happy face. "Bloody Hell, don't do that! I could have blinded you... or blown your face up." Shiloh gave a little smirk, "Oh be nice Maevie." The nineteen year old leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk.
"Yes, London, England. The tower bridge. And it's ruined. Brilliant." Shiloh looked down at the beautiful drawing which earlier had evoked memories of his home but was now ruined by an ink blot. The teen cringed, he was almost as upset about the ink stain as Maeve was. "Ugh . . . whiteout?" Her stern gaze told him no. The ink blot wasn't all that bad considering it was small and towards the bottom of the paper, but that didn't mean that his artsy friend wouldn't be any less upset about it.
He gave a smile, "You could always draw a picture of you blowing my face off if it makes you feel better." When Shiloh wasn't showing off his hot temper he was actually pretty good at lightening the mood. Problem was he only did this with a small amount of people, Maevie being one of them.
"What are you doing here anyway?" He should have expected that much from her. Shiloh contemplated not telling her about him 'forgetting' to do his homework as that seemed like the sort of thing she might get on his case about. But considering that he had just ruined her drawing, Shiloh didn't feel like he could lie to her after that. "Umm, I sort of forgot to do my homework," He made sure to include some airquotes around the word homework, "and my teacher told me I needed to turn it in at lunch. So here I am, turning in my cruddy excuse of a homework assignment." He bit his bottom lip, expecting her to dig into him about being so careless.
Sometimes he even enjoyed getting on his friend's nerves, but he was still sore from his fight with Killian and he didn't feel like putting up a fight today. Shiloh brought a hand up to his cheek bone, where a dark bruise still lay from Killian's fist. At least he had dislocated the younger teen's shoulder but he still wasn't sure exactly who had won.
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Post by maeve on Aug 4, 2011 7:20:02 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
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❚ MAEVE'S RELATIONSHIP WITH SHILOH WAS... WEIRD. It was the best way she could put it because not even she could tell exactly what they were. Most of the time, the two of them could be considered friends, but there were times when they didn't really look or act like that. Truth be told, Maeve had been surprised that she had actually befriended someone like Shiloh. She, above all people, the girl who proclaimed that she disliked impulsive people, had befriended one of them. But actually, it hadn't been that bad. They just couldn't be together for long amounts of time, thus reducing the chance she'd actually witness him do something without thinking. If they stuck to that, they'd generally be okay. If not... well, that tended to be a problem.
Today, for instance, could be considered one of those days. Not for a moment had he pondered that she might attack him because she had been startled. But she couldn't really blame him for that, because actually, it had been mainly her fault for not paying attention to what was going on around her in the first place.
"Ugh . . . whiteout? Oh, he hadn't just said what she thought he had just said, had he? Mave glared at Shiloh and shook her head negatively. Even if she were to do it, it wouldn't really fix it, as the place where the inkblot had previously been would still be visible. It was best to leave it this way.
"You could always draw a picture of you blowing my face off if it makes you feel better." Maeve chuckled lightly at his words. "Thanks but no thanks. It wouldn't be half as fun as actually doing it" she replied jokingly, a smile dancing on her lips as she spoke. "Besides, it wasn't as if this was your fault, so don't worry about it." she added, shrugging a bit.
"Umm, I sort of forgot to do my homework and my teacher told me I needed to turn it in at lunch. So here I am, turning in my cruddy excuse of a homework assignment." Again, the female shook her head, this time from disapproval. This was one of the things about Shiloh that annoyed her. She was pretty sure he could have it easily if he had at least tried and would be able to present something much better than what she figured he currently would be presenting. So, it was with a frown that she spoke again. "Seriously, you had plenty of time to do it, and I bet it wasn't even that hard and..." she paused abruptly upon noticing the bruise on his face. "What happened to your face?" She asked, the concern now visible on her face. How come hadn't she noticed this earlier? Figuring he had probably gotten into a fight, Maeve sighed "You should at least get some ice"
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 4, 2011 15:24:04 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Maeve OUTFIT: Black graphic t-shirt and blue jeans
ONE LAST THING: Nothing
"Thanks but no thanks. It wouldn't be half as fun as actually doing it. Besides, it wasn't as if this was your fault, so don't worry about it." Shiloh nodded. He was off the hook for the drawing, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't get on him for the homework thing. Sometimes she felt like a mom, the way she would try to keep him out of doing impulsive things. But sometimes he would find himself doing those sort of things just to get on her nerves. So even though she was aiming for him to think before he acted sometimes it would cause just the opposite.
"Seriously, you had plenty of time to do it, and I bet it wasn't even that hard and..." He was about to start moving his hand like a puppet, mimicking her talking but she had paused, thus stopping the bad idea. "What happened to your face?" He cringed slightly, she was digging into him for the homework, there was no telling what she would do if she found out about the fight. Yet again, she may not get mad at him if he told her what had exactly occured. Well, what had occured from Shiloh's point of view.
"This one kid was SO asking for it. I was in the forest, letting Radar fly around you know? And this creepy kid just killed a bird right in front of me, just snapped his little neck." He made a breaking motion with his hands, acting out what had happened to the little bird. "So I started yelling at him and before I knew it we were fighting. And he almost killed Radar! The little shit . . ." He stopped right there, knowing that Maeve didn't look like a person to be fond of cursing.
To Shiloh that was exactly what had happened. It was true that the kid had killed a bird, but the bird was missing a wing and suffering. Had Shiloh actually taken a closer look at the bird he would have known that, but being Shiloh he had jumped to conclusions. And the kid hadn't really tried to kill Radar, he was aiming his power at Shiloh but missed and it almost hit the owl. But to the nineteen year old, the kid had killed a little bird and was trying to kill his owl like some sort of an animal serial killer.
"You should at least get some ice" He shrugged, to him it was just a bruise, and one that was actually fun to show off to some people. Maeve wasn't exactly one of those people, she wasn't someone who would be impressed by battle scars. At least that was what he thought. "I'll be fine, really."
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Post by maeve on Aug 6, 2011 13:51:36 GMT -5
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❚ MAEVE COULD ALMOST SWEAR THAT THEY GOT ON each others nerves on purpose. She knew she did it. At least from time to time. Most of the times, though, she was genuinely concerned for him and didn't want him to end up doing something he might regret later. But she was certain he probably did it too. Completely ignore her and do the exact opposite just to prove he could. And that he could get away with it. It was sort of a routine, and in between annoying each other, they would be fine. But there were times when she just felt like she was his mother, and felt compelled to act as such.
Take now, for instance. As Shiloh recounted his encounter with the other student, Maeve scowled. Partly because he had gotten into a fight, and partly because of what she was being told. She knew how Shiloh got when animals - birds especially - were concerned, and it bothered her to know someone had actually done that to a bird for no reason. However, Maeve also knew that Shiloh was prone to jumping into conclusions, more so if it involved animals being harmed. But given that apparently, the other student had also tried to harm Shiloh's pet owl, Maeve though Shiloh's version to be more believable, even without knowing the other version of the story.
Maeve smiled some as he interrupted himself after cursing. It wasn't something that she found particularly disturbing, but yet, she'd rather avoid it, unless it was extremely necessary. So it didn't really bother her to hear Shiloh insulting the other kid - she was pretty sure she would be doing the same if she was in his place - but it pleased her to see he had stopped it. Yet, her smile didn't last long as he said he didn't need the ice. "If you say so..." she commented, not very pleased, but deciding not to push the subject for once. She had more important things to ask.
"Are you sure that was all that happened? I mean, I'm not trying to defend the other guy or anything, I just... why would someone do that for no reason? And how's Radar?" Even though Maeve didn't really like birds, she had come to actually like the pet owl her friend kept. Well, actually, she had gotten used to it's presence first, and then, bit by bit, she started to like it. But even if she didn't like birds, she didn't got about hurting them. Or killing them randomly for no reason.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 6, 2011 16:08:30 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Maeve OUTFIT: Black graphic t-shirt and blue jeans
ONE LAST THING: Nothing
"Are you sure that was all that happened? I mean, I'm not trying to defend the other guy or anything, I just... why would someone do that for no reason? And how's Radar?" Maeve knew how to work her way around a delicate subject without pissing Shiloh off which was a skill that seemed to be a hard one to master. "Of course that was all that happened. At least from what I could see. Maybe he killed a few other birds before I saw him or maybe he murdered Bambi's family, that I don't know. But what I do know is that he snapped that little bird's neck like a twig." He folded his arms behind his head and leaned a little more in his chair.
"Maybe he did it 'cause he was just messed up in the head. Like phsycologically or whatever. He was dressed all in black, and in heavy clothing too. It's summer for heaven's sake! To me that just screams serial killer." Perhaps he was really pushing it with the serial killer thing, but he did remember seeing something on the news about how serial killers often started off by killing animals. The fact that the nineteen year old had punched a 'serial killer' definately gave a little push to his ego.
"And Radar's fine, he was just a little shaken up. He's just hanging out at my dorm right now." Shiloh looked up at the clock, judging by the time Shiloh knew he wasn't going to have a chance to grab himself some food.
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Post by maeve on Aug 6, 2011 18:31:37 GMT -5
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❚ MAEVE HAD A PARTICULAR RULE ABOUT FIGHTING. Never start a fight, always end one. It was a bit of a childish motto, almost like what little kids would do to avoid being punished 'he/she started it'. However, she didn't do it because of that, it was more because she didn't like to search for fights, so she wouldn't normally strike if she wasn't provoked. If that was the case, then Maeve would attack. Not only that, but she would make sure she'd win the fight too. But that was just because she was too stubborn and too much of a sore looser to ever admit defeat. It was just the way things were.
"Okay, don't you think you're overreacting a bit? I'm pretty sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of that, even if it is that the other guy is a psychopath? Did you happen to ask him why he was doing that? I mean, you said it yourself, it was what looked like to you..." Now she was threading dangerous waters. Even though she didn't speak in an accusing tone, she didn't know how Shiloh might react to that. But she had never been one to make harsh decisions and judging people without having all the facts, so calling the other kid a serial killer was pushing it a bit. Of course that if the other boy had killed the bird for pleasure, that was something to be considered, but Shiloh had said it himself, he didn't fully know what had happened.
Checking her own wrist watch, Maeve noticed the conversation with Shiloh must have lasted longer than she had expected, and she still had to go down to the Great Hall to return her tray. She sighed heavily, an returned her attention to Shiloh. "You know what? Nevermind, it doesn't matter. I'm just glad both you and Radar all alright. Who knows what kind of powers that kid might have and what they might do to you." Yes, she was worried, because that was the main problem when fighting others with abilities. One never knew what the other one could do, and how dangerous it might be. "I should get going anyway, I need to go down to the Great Hall to return the tray and then I have classes."
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 8, 2011 20:12:06 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Maeve OUTFIT: Black graphic t-shirt and blue jeans
ONE LAST THING: Nothing
"Okay, don't you think you're overreacting a bit? I'm pretty sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of that, even if it is that the other guy is a psychopath? Did you happen to ask him why he was doing that? I mean, you said it yourself, it was what looked like to you..." Shiloh raised an eyebrow, a frown forming on his face. One of his biggest pet peeves were people who tried to prove him wrong. To him, he wasn't wrong until he said he was wrong, and Maeve of all people should have known that.
He leaned forward in his chair, tipping it back onto four legs, and was about to speak his mind when Maeve interrupted him. "You know what? Nevermind, it doesn't matter. I'm just glad both you and Radar all alright. Who knows what kind of powers that kid might have and what they might do to you." Shiloh closed his mouth, his anger had vanished as quickly as it had started. Maeve did have a point though, even he didn't truly know what the kid's power was. All he knew was that it made him have an insane headache. He didn't know what kind of power was able to do that, but he knew there was no going back. The fight had happened and the clashing relationship had been formed.
"I should get going anyway, I need to go down to the Great Hall to return the tray and then I have classes." Shiloh nodded, he too had to get going before the bell went off. "All right. I got to get going too." His trademark mischevious grin crossed his face. "What do you think? Ditch class, or not ditch class?" He paused for a bit, waiting to see her face. "I'm just kidding . . . or maybe I'm not." Before she could get on his case he had already left the classroom, the grin never leaving his face. that they aren’t fun. |
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