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Post by Kaeru on Aug 21, 2014 19:21:25 GMT -5
After draining the juice carton from all of its substance, Kaeru threw the carton behind her in the same general direction as she had thrown the pencil earlier. She didn’t listen to the satisfying sound of an empty carton making contact because of her next conquest: a jar of pickles. Now Kaeru had faced many challenges in her short life, but however, the next few moments of struggle will be perhaps the greatest challenge Kaeru will have to surpass to receive her reward, and that is opening the top of a pickle jar. Too bad Kaeru didn’t know how to open a pickle jar though, so you can probably guess how this is going to end. Spoiler: badly.
Kaeru started to turn the lid, expecting it to come off easily. It didn’t even budge against Kaeru’s force. She realized it and soon tried to turn the lid harder. The lid only continued to remain motionless. “Ho ho!” Kaeru eyed to jar evilly, “So you want to play, huh? Then let’s play!” Kaeru increased the force of her turning with the effects showing on her face in a struggling look. She slowly took a strange, but effective stance as she turned even harder. Yet the pickle jar continued to remain firm, refusing access to its inner goods. This continued for a few more minutes until Kaeru’s arm was spent on constant turning.
Kaeru ran towards the nearest table and took a seat which for some odd reason had drops of funny looking water on the surface. She quickly forgot about that as she forced the jar on the surface of the table. She continued turning the jar with enough ambition to tear off a head of a human. Not that she tried, but would be pretty-
Kaeru shoved away such thoughts and continued to focus on the jar.
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Post by ebonynightmare on Aug 26, 2014 20:38:47 GMT -5
The brown-haired siren smirked at the light-haired boy's suggestion. "He seems to be improving quite quickly, then," Marina commented with the lift of an eyebrow. Chase's discomfort was obvious to her, and she was anything but oblivious to it. However, she was enjoying his unwillingness to remain here far too much to simply allow him to leave without at least a brief 'conversation', and so she pretended she didn't notice.
She returned his casual smile with a teasing one. "Do you answer to handsome, then?" She laughed lightly, and continued, "I'm Marina. But I supposed you can call me anything if it's complimentary." Chase seemed to be constantly attempting to escape, but his tension, and the direction of his gaze, did not go unnoticed. He must not be very determined, then, she thought. How hard was it to put one foot in front of another and walk through a door? Really. She almost rolled her eyes in derision at the weak-mindedness of most humans. Even among Gifteds, above-average mental strength was not too common. Most powers seemed to be more offensive than defensive, which, against powers like hers, weren't much use.
Two newcomers approached their little group, the boy speaking up in concern. After Felix finished speaking, Marina questioned, "Why would you think anything's wrong?" It wasn't as if they'd been yelling across the room, and Chase was the only one who was not in high spirits. The boy spoke up then, saying that there was no point in his being here. This time, before the other male spoke again, she interjected, in an amused tone, "Oh, no one said you had to sing or play spin the bottle."
The girl acknowledged Felix's departure with a wink and a "See you later", then turned her attention back to the people who were still standing in front of her. "What about yourself?" ~
Lisette hated saying it was a pleasure to meet someone--what if they turned out to be complete arses? She knew it was polite, though, and at least the girl seemed like decent company. It was a little strange, though, that she kept saying her name. Yes, I heard you the first time, she thought. However, Alice's next question took her attention off that. "Yes, I do," she said, then added, "But only for fun." She supposed she should have signed up for karaoke, given that this party had been advertised as a karaoke (and spin-the-bottle) party. she asked, with a (hopefully) discreet glance over at Jeremy.
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Braedyn nodded his head sympathetically. "I know what you mean. I've traveled a lot, and the culture is usually very different," he said. Surfing often took him to other countries, which had different ways of life. Even the little things were different--which side of the road they drove on, for example. The cities also varied from crowded places where everything was accessible by foot, to spread-out buildings where having a car was absolutely necessary. The beaches were all different, too, with a variety of colors in the water and the sand.
He laughed when she said that he probably knew more about 'culture' here at Foresta. "I'm flattered you think so, but I've been spending most of my time down at the beach. I suppose I could show you around, though, if you'd like," he said, smiling wryly. The tilt of her head drew his notice to her eyes--they were an unusual shade of green. In fact, green eyes were pretty uncommon, from his knowledge. Most people he knew had blue-green eyes, like his own, rather than green, but maybe he just hadn't been paying close enough attention before. "If you're ever looking for me, the beach is probably your best bet," he added, shrugging.
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The black-haired boy kept his gaze on the general area at eye-level across the room, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see the girl blushing and turning away. He was a little puzzled--had he done something? It wasn't as if he knew this girl, so it wasn't like they had a history. "I got dragged here. Quite literally," Casper answered. Looking around the room, he saw the girl who had been responsible for his presence here talking to the girl who had been her other victim.
He nearly jumped when the girl spewed liquid from her mouth--beer, from the faint smell of alcohol. The corner of his mouth twitched as he got up, then returned a few moments later with a few napkins. "Here."
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Zoe approached the young girl struggling with the pickle jar somewhat hesitantly. She had seen two objects so far fly out of her hands, and a pickle jar was the most dangerous out of them. And in no situation did she want to wake up with a pickle jar-caused concussion. It was probably safer for everyone here if the glass container was out of the girl's hands. "Do you need some help?"
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Post by Redgrim on Aug 27, 2014 23:12:13 GMT -5
The mere thought that Sandra could convince her sheepish friend to actually sing was getting slimmer and slimmer with each passing moment, that being said though she had a feeling with enough pressure she could actually get her on stage. The question at that point would be whether or not Iris would explode from the pressure like a stick of C4 shoved into an oven. It wasn’t that many people and given that everyone seemed to be more interested in their own conversations it wasn’t like all the eyes in the room would be on the two of them when it was their turn to do karaoke, even then Sandra had a good feeling her voice would overpower Iris’s anyway. She was definitely a much louder person by every notion of the word.
As for the playlist that her pal had provided, Sandra didn’t recognise a lot of them. Yes they were the Beatles, basically a God amongst all musicians but that didn’t mean that she listened to them religiously. She might recognise some of the titles mentioned if she actually heard them, but she did recognise one at least. “Oh, I know that one. It goes like: Here comes the sun, do do do do. Right, we’ll do that one then. You wanna go second then? Whenever the hell its sup-“ before she could finish her sentence she was pelted on the chest with a juice box, a small sprinkle of its contents dripped on her face and t-shirt during both its flight and impact. She went straight faced for a moment as she slowly wiped the liquid off her face and glasses with one swipe of her arm. As her eyes reopened they immediately glared at the thrower, a tiny girl she had ignored earlier. “Okay, listen you little shit, throw another thing at me and its going right back at you” she aimed toward the only girl she could ever tower over in a passive aggressive manner. The pencil she could ignore, but it couldn’t possibly be coincidence that she just so happened to be the target of two of her projectiles. During her call out to the pesky frog girl Sandra hardly took notice of Felix’s approach.
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Miller’s cold unblinking eyes continued to watch the woman as she continued to speak. While see raised valid points, her logic of him meeting a lot of ‘blinkered jerks’ was flawed considering that he had hardly met the people that didn’t approach him. That was beside the point though, it wasn’t like he ever really attempted to meet other people anyway. In the months that he had been around the school he had only walked into crowds of people expecting at least one of the people to acknowledge or recognise him, but none seemed to do either. “Well, a reputation earned by word of mouth doesn’t help the exterior either. Given how I look and other connections I have, I’ve gotten a fairly bad string of rumors started about me…” After he finished speaking he wondered for a moment if he should have said that. Well, at least the accusations toward murder hadn’t slipped out.
Felicity continued on as though she was some sort of social help hotline, telling him how he could improve his way of approaching other and reminding him that he should use a better word choice when speaking with others. He was actually rather bored by this segment. “Perhaps rewarded wasn’t the right term, um… praised for your boldness is probably better. Mostly because that proves you’re less of a coward than most around this school.” Then the younger female mentioned the boy just across from their location. Mildly irritating and socially active, a couple of his least favourite things in people. He took a good scan of the young woman he was speaking to, mostly noting her face. “I suppose I could try that…” he stated reluctantly only for the sake of ending that portion of the chat.
As the woman pointed out the flaw in his explanation of the anatomy of his arm attached weapon, he sort of fell silent. Was this actually knowledge that Miller was aware of? He had only heard of this through hearsay and barely understood how the human body works as a whole. In fact her question about pain left him even more stupefied. Well, there were two choices here, end the conversation now before something even worse arises from his web of lies or continue misinforming this female and hope that she won’t pick apart his words. “Well, it’s not that I don’t train with it, it’s that I never use it for… tasks outside of training. It is good to have sometimes, but sometimes when you accidentally bump into people not so good things come out of it.”
“Not filled with nerves, it just has some. Like only three or so, I-I guess I don’t feel it much anyone since I’ve just gotten use to the feeling of it. I mean I don’t think slicing through tough stuff really inflicts pain, but I haven’t tried doing something like that in a while…” he replied as his eyes slightly peered off in separate directions.
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Esha cracked a tooth bearing smile as she continued to listen to Braedyn, though it was quick to shrink when she caught sight of Chase once more. She really wanted to get to know a few more people around the school, especially Braedyn but having Chase literary staring her in the face while doing so was making things incredibly difficult on her. It’d be slightly better if his eyes weren’t so dead set on her, but it’d be all the more relieving if he wasn’t there at all. She wasn’t even so sure why he seemed to be so into her when he was the one that was refusing her at first, though she supposed since then and the incident he had a change of heart. Still though, why was he paining himself so much by watching this happen instead of just leaving? Did it have something to do with the girl he was speaking to? Esha was still curious to know what her significance was.
“That would make you a-um expert on culture shock then?” she suggested in a jovial tone. “I’m still a fresher, I lived in India all my life.” If she was going to have anybody actually give her a few pointers when it comes to a new culture it would probably be best to have someone who could sympathize with it, although according to him he rarely goes anywhere outside of the beach, so chances were his knowledge on culture was significantly low. Oh well, it wasn’t like she was looking at him for the sole purpose of being a teacher.
A beach dweller would actually be a nice change of pace actually, she enjoyed the water… sometimes. It was a sort of love/hate relationship. Though if she should just so happen to come across him on the beach she hoped that she would either have conveniently shaved that day or have one of those full body dive suits. The island had to sell those somewhere. “Well, name the place and time, I wouldn’t mind a uh-tour guide” she stated as she leaned in closer. She would have gone a bit more suggestive, but with Chase lurking about she didn’t want to come off too strong for both of their sakes. “What is it you do by the beach anyway? I’ll be sure to uh-look out for you next time I’m around.”
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Post by Olwen on Sept 16, 2014 15:54:53 GMT -5
There was a bothersome amount of ruckus that was coming from the student lounge. Silas had been working on homework, with no luck, and simply gave in after losing focus multiple times. In truth, the lad had lost all the focus he had ever had since he started thinking about Iris. There was no way to explain his feelings yet but whenever he remembered that there was competition for her with Eris, his stomach twisted in the most horrid way. Silas looked at the hallway that would direct him towards the party; voices floated down the long hallway and he couldn't help but wonder if she was there. His head told him to stay, but of course he was one to listen to the heart in times like these.
Silas packed up his things and hid them somewhere that he could return to later to get them again. His soft foot steps moved down the hallway, hands in pockets and his head hung low, dirty blonde hair covering his eyes. While he drew close to the partying, he realized that he wasn't exactly dressed for dancing or anything exciting, really. He had not been told of the party and on any other day, he wouldn't have gone. The voices got louder and he turned into a room filled with people; all around his age, some were acting like idiots and one of them was trying to open a pickle jar with no avail. He didn't even care to look for Iris as he made his way to the table with the pickle girl.
Another girl approached the pickle girl and offered to help her, seeming concerned about the jar that was in her hands. It was only when Silas heard angry voices that he realized that the girl had been throwing things around the place, hitting things that were not meant to be targets. He didn't dare get between the girl and her pickle jar, worried that she could have some crazy powers and accidentally hurt an innocent bystander. The man wondered if a simply illusion would take her attention away from the jar of pickles just long enough so the girl could get it out of her hands safely. Silas produced a simple illusion on the table, one of a fat, brown squirrel. It did not make any sounds or move much since such effort would cause his head to start spinning. Even if the nurse had told him to stop using his powers so often, he couldn't help it, they were a part of him that was hard to make fade.
Silas winked at the girl who was gingerly pulling a the jar, hoping that she would notice her queue to take away the pickle jar.
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Post by Redgrim on Apr 29, 2015 12:50:13 GMT -5
OOC; Thread Retired, almost a year old and no response. Message Seren or I to have it reopened.
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