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 Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 8:08 pm
Stella burst into a fit of bubbly giggles, her bunny ears flopping comically. Then, as if someone pressed a button controling her emotions, the laughing stopped abruptly, replaced by a flat glare. "You stupid human," she snarled, venom dripping off her voice, "one day your body will wither with age and disease, and you'll no longer be strong or beautiful. And everyone who loved you for that will disappear, until you are alone. You're so full of s**t it's not even funny!" Her voice grew in decibels, practically reaching shouting by the end of the sentence.
Blinking rapidly a few times, the anger and malice disappeared from Stella's face, replaced by puzzlement. "Hey, why are you guys staring?" she asked frantically, examining herself for anything obviously backwards or kethcup-stained.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 9:46 am
Zack glared hard at Stella. "If that's your idea of a joke, you can forget dinner." He stormed off to the stairwell, clenching his fists as he reached the door. He paused for a moment and shook his head in disbelief. Turning his head over to look at Stella, he sighed and sunk his head. The door open and shut, Zack was behind it now, slowly making his way up to the third floor. A small trail of water followed as it slowing fell from his clothes with each step.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 3:02 pm
Sorow continued to bustle about through his room, putting some of his things away, and moved to sit back on his bed, leaning to the nightstand and took out the book of poems. He read through them, finding that many he wrote about his life, and how it was before he had gotten to school, and the others were about the hardships he faced when things became worse. He ran across a few, that were close to his heart, wondering why he wasn't able to write like that for a long time. He was upset at himself, ever since things became difficult for him, and he faced himself with the other side of him, he realized that much of his inspiration had fled out the window.
As soon as that thought crossed his mind he jumped back, falling back onto the floor and pushed his poem book back into the stand and locked it, setting the key under his lamp. He got to his feet and came over to see Mitsie on the balcony, tapping at his window. It was odd, no one ever greeted him like that and it gave him something to smile about. He reached over, opening the two glass windows and helped her in, standing back scratching the back of his head.
"Well, this is a plesant surprise, it's nice to see you again Mitsie."
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:53 pm
Mitsie smiled when she watched him jump, she wondered what he was reading. "Hmmm, a key under his lamp, eh?" She giggled softly, her little secret. Not that she would do anything to betray trust, but it was still fun to know.
He opened the windows and she was soaked. "Thought I'd pay you a visit, you seemed gloomy earlier, might've just been me." She said in a soft tone to him, she stood there in the rain, waiting for an invite in. Hoping she'd get one. She still wasn't sure why she was here, just impulse, and someone she knew.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 10:54 pm
Sorow thought for a moment, and felt it was rude to just leave her out there. Of course, how could he have been so incensitive. Sorow pulled her in out of the rain, shutting the door and went into his bathroom in search for a dry and warm towel. He searched through the spare closet and pulled out his large towel handing it to her.
"Gloomy? No, guess I just had a lot on my mind, and most of it so far from reach." Sorow seemed to speak in riddles, or in a puzzle, though many usually didn't understand what he meant, and dismissed it, which he liked best. He had been so lost with everything, his feelings were jumbled since it all happened, and his mind and heart held a fearsome battle. He sat on his bed, offering her a chair for her to sit in.
"I'm surprised to see you've returned, usually I don't get much company this late except for Suki, but I'm used to her comming in at all hours of the day and night." He scratched his head laughing a little at his babbling, he did that when he wasn't sure what to say. Mitsie, even though she was soaked to the bone continued to look refined and gentle, like her demeanor. She was quiet, reserved, which was a total different take on any girl Sorow had been around, or known.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:57 pm
Aya's mouth opened slowly into a little 'o'. It had happened so suddenly that all she knew was that a moment before, Zack had been there. Now, he was trailing water up the stairs and she and Stella were alone.
"Oh, great," She said, her voice annoyed. "Now he's angry. What a thin-skinned person," she added, turning towards Stella. "And he's so sure that we both know who he is, like he's some god or something." She folded her arms, breathing out loudly.
"Now what?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 6:21 pm
"Why'd he get so mad?" Stella exclaimed, the beginnings of tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings by not knowing him. I didn't know he's get so upset." Her wide eyes searched Aya's for understanding. "I'm sorry I made him so mad."
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 9:34 pm
Mitsie smiled softly when he invited her in. She took the towel graciously and then sat in the chair offered. "I can relate to that...I tend to think to much, it's a bad habit." She looked down and then back up into his eyes for just a second, turning away quickly.
She smiled softly, noticing her own shyness. Slowly, she started to dry herself, starting with her hair. "I guess I just needed to see a friendly face. I...never had many friends as a kid, you're my first real friend, I guess..." She was telling the truth, she really didn't have many friends, ever...
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 9:07 am
Aya's eyes started well up as well. "No, don't cry!" She said, an unhappy expression on her face. "I'll cry too, I can't help it! Don't worry, it's fine. He'll get over it...I promise..." She wiped her eyes with her hand. It was one of Aya's weaknesses; she always cried when someone else was.
"Please don't..." She said softly, trying to make Stella feel better.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 8:33 am
Zack finally reached his dorm, heading straight for the shower. He threw off his clothes, the bathroom floor responding with a quick splat from the heavy, wet clothes. He turned on the hot water for a shower and let the place fill with steam for a moment.
It was just a moment, but he swore he saw something in Stella that wasn't Stella at all. Her words, sadistic daggers in his pride. But afterwards, she didn't even look to be changed from it. As if someone else said it while she wasn't paying attention.
He breathed in steamy air deeply, trying to forget all of it for a few moments as he stepped into the shower. The sensation washed his mind clean for a bit. However, he knew as soon as he got out, he'll have to eventually face them sometime. He didn't really care as much anymore. He didn't know who they were and they didn't know who he was. And there didn't look like there would be a comfortable way to change that at all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 8:14 pm
With a sudden leap, Stella sprung and wrapped her tiny arms around Aya, squeezing her tight. She turned her head up to smile at Aya, a few tears trickling from her eyes. "Don't worry, Aya," Stella said in her chirpy voice, trying to keep upbeat. "Crying is good for you. We can cry together." She continued to beam, despite the tears now coming more steadily.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 3:11 pm
((Aya's not particularly tall... sweatdrop ))
Aya smiled weakly, aware of the fact that Stella was now comforting her instead of the other way around. "Thanks," she said quietly, a lone tear running down her cheek. "It's much better to cry with someone else than alone, it really is," She added, a fully-fledged smile on her face now.
Aya knew about crying alone. It hurt. She used to cry every day, as soon as she got home from school and could be alone in her room. As soon as she could get away from the sight of her parents, so they wouldn't see how unhappy she was at her school.
It was all for them, really, she reflected. She did everything for them. And whether she liked it or not seemed to come after.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 5:57 pm
Sorow looked over to Mitsie, feeling bad for her. She seemed like such a nice, withdrawn girl, and she needed some friends. He got up for a moment, making his way into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with hot water, then mixing in the tea he had on hand. Once he was done, he had gotten back to her, offering her the warm glass of tea. His eyes were soft, and he seemed to have a lot on his mind, though he was great at masking it.
"Is there anything else I can offer you?" Sorow offered, before moving back to his bed to sit down, watching her intently. Mitsie reminded him a lot of his little sister back home, whose life was taken from her unjustly. He sat there, in contemplation.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 6:28 pm
Mitsie took the tea and smiled thankfully. For a split second, they locked eyes, he was hiding something from her. She could tell. "Oh my, thank you for the tea..." She said this softly as she sipped it slowly.
She just sipped on the tea, smiling at him every now and then, but he seemed withdrawn. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but she set the tea down and stood up, she moved over to him and hugged him gently. "You...just..." Her voice trailed off, he just looked like he needed a hug right now, she wasn't sure what else to do...
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 10:55 am
He smiled, her hug was definately a good dose of what he needed. His smile returned to his face, a genuine smile, soft and gracious. He stood at a bit of an odd end, not sure what to do, but wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back. She felt so fragile to him, like if he would have hugged any tighter, she might break. He didn't release from the hug for a while, until he realized he was more holding her, for his own security, rather than returning a hug. He cleared his throat and looked back down to her and pat her on the head, something he had done out of habbit, and slowly, yet semi reluctantly pulled away.
"Thanks, you're right, I definately needed that." He had such a pleasant look on his face now, feeling comforted.
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