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Shooting Stars
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Post by porcelain on Mar 22, 2008 20:17:47 GMT -5
An outline of girl, laid back in the grass, her eyes watching the twinkling stars. She watched at shooting stars become frequent but, not too frequent. She watched the heavens dance to the song Mother Nature played them. I was a good time for Surri to be alone. She wanted to make it something to remember.
Her heart sang along with the sounds surrounding her. She listened as she thought, ‘A shooting star is a star falling with wings. I should want to fly, one day, should I fall out from the sky. It is wonderful, the feeling of the whipping air wrap around your skin and your hair fluttering at your face and arms. Oh how I do want to fly, one day, falling from the sky.’ Thinking of that made her crave company from anyone. She just wanted to be able sit and feel like she had something to hold on to if she were to float away.
She sat there thinking of the thing very things she denies everyday of her life. Her family and she didn’t give them a chance to share their feelings about her power or the past she held so close to her heart but, denied the very essence of it, ran through her head. She asked herself one thing, “Why?”
She folded her arms behind her head and gazed up at the dancing heavens once again. She slowly began to drift into the darken hallways of her mind. Darkness began to consume the meadow.
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Post by xaixailullaby on Mar 23, 2008 14:39:14 GMT -5
If the eye was to only skim the horizon lazily in the direction of the school, one might think that what was coming closer to the girl on the grass was a ghost. Everything about it was white, from the wild hair that was tossed carelessly around through somersaults and tucks and backbends, to the tight white T-shirt and equally tight yet flexible pants and boots he was wearing, remnants of a life spent in a show.
The only color around him were the colours of the lights trailing like ribbons behind his hands and feet, swirling around him in an array of purples, blues, reds, and silvers as he tumbled nimbly along. The spectre's name was Azrael, and this wasn't too uncommon a sight to see, for anyone who bothered to roam the grounds at night. The only uncommon thing about this was that Raphael was no where to be found; his twin was back in the dorms, sleeping peacefully on the bed. He had looked so exhausted that Azrael hadn't wanted to disturb him.
And so now, here he was, laughing and paying no attention to the world around him. Not a spirit, but a boy, a boy that was...if not normal, did not at the very least consider himself overly supernatural, at least not compared to the people he had known back home, and definately the people he saw around here.
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Post by porcelain on Mar 23, 2008 15:16:40 GMT -5
Surri laid there, her mind in a million different places. It was something that happened often with her, she did a lot of daydreaming. She searched the heavens but at the same time she searched the untouched corridors of her mind. She did that a lot, search for a key to something, something to help her power be a bit more correct but, her searches has all but been successes. She tried not to be too down about the whole thing.
She was oblivious to everything, even the boy that was coming closer to her and her thoughts. She was drifting into her own little world, falling asleep. She was completely exhausted yet she continued from falling asleep. She longed for a friend to talk to, keep her from falling asleep. She was starting to become bored with her search. She sat up and stretched out her arms, bringing feeling back into them. She had left Avis back at her dorm, sleeping.
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Post by xaixailullaby on Mar 23, 2008 15:25:07 GMT -5
Turn, twirl, lift, jump, bring the ribbons aaround and double tuck this was the great extent of Azrael's concious thinking process, concentrating soley on perfecting his movements and using the tiny bit of lift the lights gave him to its fullest advantage, landling neatly on the grass and sliding into the splits. This, truly, was what it meant to be alive, somewhere deep in his subconcious the genius side of him was thinking along these lines, but the happy twelve year old part was merely thinking of how fun this was. He raised himself up and spun around, his back now towards the girl and, closing his eyes, he began to flip backwards, laughing softly to himself until
[glow=red,2,300]Bam! [/glow] He felt his arms trip over something long and warm. Caught by surprise, he had no time to correct his form and land with grace, but fell to the ground, just barely managing to catch himself and landing in a crouched position on the opposite side of the girl. He blinked three times, returning himself to reality before giving her a small, self-concious grin, "Sorry."
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Post by porcelain on Mar 23, 2008 16:13:57 GMT -5
Surri looked at him for a moment and then shook her head, “Don’t worry about it, I was in the way of what you were doing. Are you okay?” She stood up and dusted herself off. She was smiled, reassuring him it was quite fine, and it wasn’t his fault. She extended her hand, “I am Surri by the way, and this...” she stopped and looked around, forgetting she left Avis back at the dorms, “Well I usually have a small Siamese cat with me, her name is Avis.” She tried to remember why exactly she left Avis behind, she knew she was risking safety.
She stretched out, her muscle relaxing after being on the ground for a while. Almost an hour and a half on the cold ground can do that to someone. She cracked her back and then looked at the boy, the smile still lingering on her lips.
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Post by xaixailullaby on Mar 23, 2008 22:47:17 GMT -5
"I was the active participant, though." Azrael said, his tone neither apologetic or insistant, but as plain as if he was commenting on the fact that it was night. Remembering to straighten from his crouching position, Azrael didn't bother to wipe off his now dirt streaked white clothes, but his smile widened as he took her hand and gave it a surprisingly gently shake for such a hyper boy, "My name's Azrael, nice to meet you. I usually have a twin brother by my side but he's asleep."
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Post by porcelain on Mar 23, 2008 23:08:10 GMT -5
“But, clearly I was in the way of what you were doing,” she said. Her smile evolved into a grin, she found it amusing that the both of them had a second half to a duo. She laughed which quickly faded and she let go of his hand, “It is nice to meet you Azrael. So you have a twin. Was he not up for wondering at night with you?” She thought about Avis a moment and then remembered the reason for leaving her behind, she had been hunting mice earlier and was exhausted from doing so. She smiled to herself and then looked at his clothes, “Aren’t you going to dust off before the dirt sets in your clothes?”
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Post by xaixailullaby on Mar 23, 2008 23:56:38 GMT -5
"But you claimed this spot first, so you had the right of way." It wasn't that Azrael enjoyed arguing, or even realized that other people started to get annoyed when he couldn't drop a point, it was simply his nature to always have the last word, a part of himself he didn't even notice anymore.
"Usually he is, but he seemed really tired tonight so I took off on my own. What about you? How come your kitty isn't here?" His eyes wandered around the place wildly, as if expecting the cat to leap from the very shadows. When no such dread occurance occured, he continued, "Hey, what's your power? I keep forgetting to ask the people I meet." The comment about his clothes had not gone unheeded, though it might appear that way from the way he didn't acknowledge her words. He did, however, pause in his rambling to dust the worst of the dirt off his clothes and look somewat presentable.
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Post by porcelain on Mar 24, 2008 0:07:52 GMT -5
“Oh, Avis, she back in my room sleeping. She had a long day mice hunting, which she rarely does. I am a vocal manipulator; I can manipulate my voice to do things. It is nothing to spectacular. What about your power?” She said, not forgetting to put in another two cents on the tripping/ being in the way incident. She looked up at the star and took a deep breath.
“I suppose your right but, to end this fairly, how about we each take half the blame. It seems fair, doesn’t it?” she stated with a laugh. She was stubborn but, six out of ten times she would find a compromise. She turned, half expecting Avis to show up. She had a habit of doing that, it was almost as if she could teleport. She turned her attention back to Azrael, “So what is your brother’s name?”
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Post by xaixailullaby on Mar 24, 2008 4:45:29 GMT -5
Azrael smiled, a bit relieved at the compromise. Though he would have argued his point to the end for the mere sake of verbal sparring, such a trivial matter hardly seemed worth wasting time over. "Deal." He said happily, giving her a thumbs-up sign as if it was some special promise they were making. He had trouble knowing when people were taking things seriously and when they were merely joking, and tended to err on the side of middling caution when Raphael was around.
"My power is this." His grin grew, and he did another backflip, and then another, and on the third one, as he twisted his body to come a little closer to his new friend, brightly colored lights of green and dark purple trailed from his hands and feet, swirling around him as he neatly jumped up and spun, landing once again in front of Surri. "My brother Raphael's is shadow manipulation. What can you get your voice to do?" The last phrase wasn't a challenge, no snobbery hid there, but he was genuinely curious to hear what sort of special power lay within her vocal cords.
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Post by porcelain on Mar 24, 2008 14:42:44 GMT -5
“You name it. I can stop time or destroying a building within seconds, I can also knock a person out with a single cord. Unfortunately I have a difficulty controlling and Avis is the one to keep it in check. So I am risking being out here without her,” She said, a laugh escaped her when she looked at his thumbs up. She looked around and then sighed out of exhaustion. She had been up and running around since the early morning.
She sat back down on the ground and played to the grass around her. She looked back up at Azrael and smiled, “Is this your first year or second year here at Foresta?” She liked to talk but, today she was extra talkative, a rare phenomenon. She leaned back on her elbows and looked up at the stars and smiled at the beauty they gave to the world. She was a peace with herself here, which is probably reason she came out here every night.
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Post by xaixailullaby on Mar 24, 2008 16:10:02 GMT -5
Azrael giggled, a rather unmanly sound he had been told many times, but nevertheless one he made more then a chuckle, and certainly more often then a guffaw. "That's so cool!" He exclaimed delightedly, "So she's your familiar, then? Is she a black cat?" The questions poured out of his mouth quicker then he could fully register in his brain, but the white haired boy couldn't help it, he was curious.
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Post by porcelain on Mar 24, 2008 16:23:33 GMT -5
"Yeah, I suppose so. No, Avis is a small long haired Siamese. She is my familiar," she said laughing. She smiled and then sat back up and looked at Azrael. "I'll bring Avis around here about the same time, so if you want to come meet her, you can," she siad. She looked down and played with the grass once again. She listen to the breeze that began to stur.
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Post by porcelain on Apr 9, 2008 12:44:03 GMT -5
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