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 Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 3:55 pm
  𝕤era-- ✾ --𝕣ickon
❧ Sera was not late for class, nor was she sleeping in the middle of a history lecture. She was skipping. Sort of. She had been called into the Headmaster's office early that morning, long before classes had even had to begin. At first she was terrified, certain that her father was going to reprimand her for looking through private student records, something she was busy doing into the wee hours of the night all last week under the guise of secretary work for the Council. She was surprised to find that, not only was he refusing to bring it up, but he was forcing her to eat breakfast with him.
Normally a child would be gracious that her father would take time out of his busy schedule to eat with them, but Sera was different. Her father was different. Him wanting to eat with her meant he had something important to discuss with her. It meant Seer work.
Sera stared her farther down across the table, carefully stirring a silver spoon into her third cup of coffee. He was as calm as ever, the laugh lines cradling the small smile on his lips and cutting into his otherwise youthful appearance. Delicately he cut into a bit of sausage and brought it to his thin lips. He met her stare as he slowly chewed his food, his storm gray eyes calculating as he gauged her reaction. Just like her mother she was impatient, fidgeting ever so slightly in her seat as she waited for him to speak. He loved his daughter more than life itself, but her disobedience to him lately made him want to tease her just awhile longer. He saw it as more of a life lesson. Might was well make her used to uncomfortable situations.
Seeing he wasn't planning to say anything any time soon, Sera placed her spoon down with a clatter and cleared her throat. "You wanted to tell me something." she said. It wasn't a question. Sera knew her father well enough to know this had nothing to do with family time. Jethro Rickon smiled at his daughter from across the table. Just like her mother, indeed.
"Yes, I did." he replied, placing his silverware back down on his plate. "Do you know why I chose you over your siblings to represent us on the Council?" He trained his eyes on her as she sat back in her seat, appearing perplexed.
"I... just figured it was because Aaron was busy fulfilling his duties as heir." she stammered. "Plus he's, like, twenty-five. He's too old to pass as a student. And Jamie is much too young-"
"But it's more than that." he cut her off. "Out of all my children, you are the one who has them most compassion for the halflings. Aaron has nothing against them, but he's more interested in the political side of all of this. I chose you as our representative because I knew you'd do what you could to get involved with the students here." He paused in order to pour more hot water into his tea cup, watching as the water became muddied with black tea. "But," he added softly, "there are dangers to this sort of thing. As halflings change they become a bit... unstable. Some, those who can't let go of their human selves, will lash out at the closest person to them in order to make someone hurt as much as they do."
"So," he sighed. "In order to make certain you are unharmed, I'm assigning one of the newly full-fledged fae to watch over you. He is stronger than them by far, and I trust him. He's from the Seelie court, so you won't have to worry as much about his trickery. Of course," he chuckled, bringing the cup to his lips, "he is a fae..."
Sera clenched her hands tightly in her lap as her breakfast churned uneasily in her stomach. She was hearing what he was saying, but she could already sense something else below the surface. Her father was a smart man, and like most others in their clan he had a lust for power. He wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way, blood or no. He was sending this fae on her to watch her. She stood. "The next round of lectures is starting soon." she told him sharply. "May I go?"
Jethro watched his daughter from around the rim of his cup for a moment or two before waving her away with the back of his hand. "Yes, you may go." he allowed. "I'd rather not have to hear from your teachers you missed assignments again thanks to my influence. One more thing-" he called as she quickly turned to leave. Sera looked back at him with a carefully neutral expression.
"I adore and encourage your curiosity on the students, but please refrain from abusing your position on the Council for your own satisfaction."
Sera said nothing, but in her head laid out a string of colorful curses. Her father was too smart for her. Saying nothing else, she left his office. ❧   𝑶ut 𝑶f 𝕮uriosity:: ______________ ✾
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 5:28 pm
Ｂe c k a Ｆa r t h o r n
“There’s so much I can’t do; why not do what I can?”  Despite the painfully early hour and the late night she’d had the night before – cheerfully comforting and distracting a new girl who’d admitted homesickness in her presence – Becka was wide awake with a smile on her face. Indeed, she thought as she looked around, it seemed like she might be the only one who was awake…and on time. Most of the classmates who were here looked half-asleep, and she supposed she couldn’t blame them; the class just seemed to be dragging on. It wasn’t that History wasn’t interesting, though. It was just taught badly.
No one but Becka seemed to believe that, though.
Seeing the small girl in the next seat stirring and finally sitting up, Becka flashed her an understanding little smile. Long night? it asked, not without sympathy. The teacher was still annoyed by – and thus paying more attention to – Ryan, so it was safe enough to be distracted for a little while.
As her long hair fell into her face again, she blew it away impatiently. Her eyes flickered almost nervously towards the clock before sliding back to the girl. Becka couldn’t quite recall her name, and that was just awful – she prided herself on remembering everyone’s names and as many bits of their histories as they were comfortable sharing. She instantly decided that she would leave the class with this girl and get her name again (it didn’t hurt that she was pretty; everyone at this school was beautiful, part of the reason Becka liked being there so much). What if she hadn’t talked to her before? How long had she been at this school, anyway?
Her eyes flicked between the clock and her neighbour again, and she could feel the teacher’s eye slide towards her. Oh, dear. Better look busy. She didn’t want him to feel bad that absolutely none of his students were listening. Luckily her pencil was already in hand, so she busied herself writing and underlining notes until his attention shifted away from her again – but she still felt like he could see her. No surprise there; all her classes had that same eerie feeling. The hal— er, other students didn’t seem to notice it in quite the same way, though. Maybe she was just oversensitive.
Her hair fell forward again and she wrinkled her nose. Picking up a pencil, she twisted her hair up into a bun and stuck the pencil in, hoping that it would hold at least until the bell. She might have time to dash to her room and grab a hair tie between classes – oh, but then she wouldn’t be able to ask her neighbour what her name was. Hmm. A tough decision.
Becka liked to pretend these were the heaviest things weighing on her mind.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 5:58 pm
Ｐa n d o r a Ｌe v e q u e
“Any fanciful idea is worth at least a passing thought.”  Math was quite possibly the least useful subject on the planet, at least according to Pandora Leveque. And when she was in her classroom complaining in her own mind, her opinion was the only one that mattered. As sums and equations and symbols were scribbled on the board in completely illegible handwriting, Pandora’s pencil flowed across the paper. She wasn’t taking notes, far from it; she’d get the notes from a more mathematically-inclined classmate later, along with a clearer explanation.
Right now, she was writing a letter. Already having been writing through most of the class, talking lightheartedly about the gardens and the classes and everything she’d learned since beginning at this school, she was nearing the end of it.
School’s not so bad, Daddy, she continued, her almost calligraphic style standing out starkly from the plainly printed notes on the other side of her desk. The other students are nice though a bit strange, but that just seems to be part and parcel of this place…everything is strange. Do you remember River Falls? Silly question, of course he’d remember their hometown, that haunted mining town that they had left behind the year she turned thirteen. He’d met her mother there, the mother that Pandora had never known, the mother who’d saddled her with her name.
Pandora couldn’t really resent her for it, not when the name was everything she’d ever have of her.
Shaking her head a little and pausing until she heard the scratch of chalk on board once again, Pandora continued her letter. I have to say some things here at Avalona almost remind me of it. Odd, since the two places are nothing alike – for such a small school, this place is bursting with life. Particularly at night. Anyway, you may think me a silly little Pandabear, but I think it’s the atmosphere that’s the same. It’s very secretive. I daresay that it might be the same at all schools, but sometimes I feel like everyone is looking at me strangely. Perhaps it’s a more competitive atmosphere than I am used to; being homeschooled in your early years will do that to you! I don’t know. Hopefully I will grow more accustomed to it soon.
She paused again, unsure of how to say what she wanted to say. There was an urge to say something more, to tell him something else, to tell him that she loved him – she had the strangest feeling that she might not have many more chances. Dismissing it as discomfort with these new circumstances, she finished the brief note. I do like it here, but I miss you. Can’t wait to see you over the summer holidays. You’ll have to tell me all about what I missed while I was away.
Love,
Pandora
Gazing down at the letter, she decided she was satisfied with it. One of the things her father had sent with her when she’d left had been a package of stationery and several sheets of stamps. She’d taken the hint, she thought with a smile, though he probably hadn’t expected that she would write him so soon; she’d barely been here a week.
Wearily, she glanced at the clock. The teacher was still talking about…something: looked like he was expounding on the laws of exponents, which weren’t an interesting subject even at the best of times, let alone this hour of the morning. Folding up her letter, Pandora slipped it into her bag – she’d ask one of the older students later where she might find a postbox. She hadn’t seen one around the school, but there had to be one somewhere; how else did the students send out letters to their parents?
Setting her pencil down, she prepared to wait out the next few minutes until the bell rang.
Ｂa n s h e e Ｈ a l f l i n g
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 6:34 pm
Ｄ u n c a n Ａr i s s
“I don’t get held down.”  In the back of the classroom, a boy just barely old enough to be called a man sat contentedly, his chair leaned back until it was balanced precariously – indeed, he was probably only saved from tipping due to his extremely good balance and the fact that the edge of his chair’s back was touching the wall. He looked the picture of relaxation; the only thing that was missing was a pair of booted feet up on the desk, which he had been on the verge of doing for the past few minutes. Eventually, however, he had decided against it – it was a little too obviously disrespectful. He hadn’t been here long enough yet to know what was acceptable and what was going to get him booted out in any particular class.
Duncan wasn’t a big fan of school or anything, but getting kicked out would mean having to go back home and having to face the nightmare again, with no chance of escape until his cousins grew old enough to manage the ranch. He would do a lot to avoid that fate. To go back to his grandfather’s sorrowful glances, his grandmother’s chilly eyes, the tight-lipped faces and cold resentment of his mother’s brothers…no, that wasn’t anything he had any interest in returning to.
He had to admit, though, he did miss the horses. It had been difficult to get to sleep the first few nights without the sound of horses outside his window.
As his clear blue eyes flicked lazily towards the window, he caught the eye of a small, smiling blonde girl. He gave her a lazy nod and smile, and as his eyes traveled on to the window, he heard her giggle and knew she was blushing. He didn’t even have to look.
It didn’t seem to matter where he went; most of the girls he met were the same. Whether he’d hoped to find it different or not at Avalona didn’t matter, either (though actually he had) – the fact was that some things never changed. One of Duncan’s most secret desires was to be able to be friends with a girl. Just friends. With neither of them hoping for anything more. It had never happened in his short life, and he wanted it.
Dismissing the blonde girl from his thoughts, Duncan looked steadily out the window. Living on an island might be the problem, he thought. It was driving him nuts. How else could he explain the consistent urge to find the nearest deep water and just leap in? He couldn’t swim; his mother was as desperately afraid of bodies of water as she was horses, these days, and it wasn’t as though a boy could learn to swim in a bathtub.
Not that he hadn’t tried – as a boy, he’d wanted to learn how to swim. He’d been embarrassed that all his friends knew how and he didn’t. But once he’d grown old enough to demand, and to get, the truth about his father from his grandparents, he had tossed that idea aside; if his mother had never gone to the river, she would be herself today. That bitter truth poisoned the idea of rivers, lakes, and swimming for him.
Realizing his mind was wandering to places he did not want it to go in the middle of Sciences, he shut down that line of thought quickly and decisively. Glancing up, he realized with relief that class was nearly over. Since it was, and it was obvious no one in his class was listening anyway, he casually lifted his feet and planted the heels of his boots firmly on the desk, ankles crossed.
He thought he saw a flash of amusement in his teacher’s eyes, and for some reason it unnerved him more than any annoyance could have. But as no reprimand was forthcoming, he left them there anyway.
Ｋ e l p i e Ｈ a l f l i n g
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 8:22 pm
 ⇝ ҷ α ʂ ε ɳ . ҷ α r r ѻ ω . ҷ α r ѻ ʂ ʃ α ɣ ⇜
R i s e and F o l l o w your L i b e r a t o r ҭ
XXXXXXX『Some are born great,
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я ɛ b ɛ ʟ . c ѻ ɳ ʂ p i я ɛ . я ɛ c я u i t .
﹃﹄﹃﹄﹃﹄﹃﹄ Finally.
Finallyfinallyfinallyfinally. Finally.
Everyone was a chess piece to be moved into position to take the King. His goal was to move everthing into positon to take control from the Unseelie and Seelie rulers. And everything was going right on scheduale. More or less. He'd left room for life's little surprises. But either way his plan was under way.
He'd been running small time errands for years, but no more now. He'd finally gained rank and prestige enough to be assigned this important mission. And it put him exactly where he needed to be. Having a seer on his side was vital and having a high ranking one would make things simpler. He just had to win his charge over.
And keep her out of his plans until he was sure she could be trusted. He would not risk betrayal. Not when he was so close! What he was plotting could very well get him executed.
Yasen shook these thoughts aside. Today was his first day on the job and he had to be alert. He was close enough to the door and his hearing was keen enough that he could hear some of the conversation going on inside well enough. He wasn't really concentrating. If he was he'd be able to hear better, but he didn't really care enough about the conversation to conentrate like that.
It was too early too. He'd been partying like most of his kind in the Seelie Court's enchanted orchard. So he was tired. He wanted to still be sleeping with the rest of them, but he had this gig. And now that he was here he couldn't get out unless one of the higher ups let him. He didn't have enough power by himself. He needed help.
'Fool. I was born fae. I was never human.' He rolled his eyes. His charge's father had made a common enough mistake. So commen he only mentally corrected it anymore. No matter how many times he voiced it, it never sunk in to either human or older fae minds.
He blinked. Seems like the father daughter chat was over. Sure enough his charge came out. He let her walk ahead of him a few feet before he strolled causually behind her. He didn't crowd her or make his precence known. He'd be a very blond shadow for now. Plus it would be funny to see her expression when she finally did notice him or if some one else did. It wasn't like he was hiding after all.
『And some just take it for themselves.』 ♛
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 7:55 pm
 ╄ Night is coming, all light is fading
XXXXXXOpen your heart to the magic's spell. ╄  Ⓐⓜⓔⓛⓘⓐ Ⓞⓟⓗⓔⓛⓘⓐ Ⓡⓐⓨⓔ✰☽✰☾✰
It was the first time she hadn’t slept through first period completely, but Raye’s morning energy was nothing like Becka’s bedazzling smile. Her own smaller twinge of smile fizzled in comparison, but she managed to return eye contact. It was detached in that groggy, sleep-deprived way as usual. From her limited and indirect experience with Becka, she had a feeling Becka was going to feel a need to liven her up. The sun may have been up, lighting the way for socializing people, or those kids that raised hands in displays of life in class, but that pretty picture just was not Raye’s scene.
In just a few short moments (60 seconds to be exact,) class would let out. All around the room kids were slowly, thinking they were clever, putting away pencils and notebooks. She usually wasn’t awake yet, since the bell almost always was her alarm to get a move on or else suffer dirty looks from her teachers.
While her peers went about their day lives with clubs and friends, she went straight for her dark, cozy dorm room to enjoy the stupor she immediately fell into the moment school let out. She mostly did her learning back at her dorm as well, and over at the open-late library (a major convenience for those night-dwelling kids.) She liked the dusty building, and had taken it upon herself to tidy it up. Raye was like that, going out of her way to help out when she felt the need. Nobody knew that, not while she was just the Girl Who Always Sleeps In Class.
If only I could take night classes... Raye looked back to Becka, who pretended to be busy, something Raye didn’t bother herself. She was always one of the slower kids packing up, even though her full arsenal of notebooks and school supplies mostly used as decorations for her desk.
Inside her notebooks were full of notes, ideas, and sketches of her thought process, however. Raye was very contemplative about the night and its mysertious effects on her. It was something she strongly linked to the school as well, but her investigation had flat lined. She was only one person, and keeping up in her work did not allow for much free time. Talking to anyone about it was very unlikely, if not out of the question. Who else had noticed, or even would admit to unusal habits or underlying changes? Better question: who could be trusted to share her suspicions and not tell on her?
Raye wisely distrusted the school, but not any individually for the most part. It was for reasons she couldn’t explain, because she couldn’t explain why the whole school seemed enveloped in something more… supernatural than just fog.
Not that she was about to go dropping the “M” word, but all the time in the library had pointed her in the right direction. The books had seemed so obvious, a dead giveaway.
Fairy tales? In a high school? Please.
With a blink, Raye came back into focus. The bell was ringing, and people were springing for escape. One down, rest of the day to go… She sighed, pushing her personal problems aside. She wondered what the rest of the day had instore for her, if only jokingly. The amusement even showed on her face for once. All that thinking had gotten her mental gears turning. If only for so long, but she chose to enjoy it while it lasted, and walked from the room with a little more spring in her step than expected.
Maybe a new day had dawned for the night-lifer.✰☽✰☾✰   Post Layout by: Zimmzy╄ There's something waking up withinXXXXX
Darkness that needs released. ╄
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:32 am
Ｂe c k a Ｆa r t h o r n
“There’s so much I can’t do; why not do what I can?” Becka’s cheeriness didn’t diminish in the slightest as the bell went off. With a practiced sweep of her arm, she tossed everything on her desk haphazardly into her one-shoulder bookbag; she’d carried a backpack for a while before deciding it was more practical just to use this instead. In a backpack, she always ended up losing homework assignments and notebooks and pencils…it was just easier to use her little compartmentalized bag.
Of course, the compartments only worked if someone used them, and Becka could usually never be bothered. She started out with the best of intentions, but by the end of the week her bag was just as much of a mess of papers and books and notes and pens as her backpack had been. Hers was a cheerfully scattered and disorganized personality; it drove her mother crazy. She could hear her now: “But how do you find anything, Becka?” and replying that usually she didn’t was apparently not the right answer. The young girl smiled to herself; she really did miss her family sometimes.
A flicker of sadness crossed her face briefly. At least she would have a family to go home to once all this was over. The same wouldn’t be said for everyone.
Shaking her head and dismissing such thoughts, she scrambled lightly to her feet and slung her bag over her shoulder. Her classroom neighbour had begun to wander outside while she’d been thoughtful and distracted, and Becka was not letting her escape without finding out her name, oh no she was not. Bouncing lightly out of her seat as though she had springs on her heels, she trotted out of the classroom. It didn’t take long to catch up to the other girl; the brunette moved slowly. A lot of the ha—students here did. Sometimes it was a bit of a pain, but Becka had learned how to evade in order to get to her classrooms on time.
She had Math next, and she was already looking forward to getting there – there was a girl who came out of that classroom usually just as Becka was walking in, and Becka liked seeing her whenever she was around. She was a bit unsure of that girl’s name, too (Patience? Patricia? Something P, she was sure) but that was acceptable since she was new new; Becka had only been seeing her around for the past week or so. Soon enough, she’d run into the girl outside of class and she’d find out more about her then.
For now she would focus on her sleepy neighbour and wonder about the pretty redhead later. At least the other girl wasn’t dragging her feet too much – actually, she looked almost awake now. Becka didn’t flatter herself that it had had anything to do with her, but it was certainly nice to see the girl waking up. Doing a quick twirl in the hallway because she felt like it, she turned the full force of her smile on the other girl. “Hi there!” she said cheerfully. “I don’t know if we’ve met. My name’s Becka, Becka Farthorn. Well actually it’s Rebecca, but no one calls me that so don’t worry about it, Becka is best. What’s yours?”
There was no uncertainty or hesitation in her happy flow of words; Becka was the kind of girl who threw herself out into the world and was confident that the world would catch her. So far it always had. Maybe it always would. Either way, it had left her with unshakable self-confidence and no fear of being friendly with strangers. After all, the worst they could do was ignore her, right? And Becka was pretty difficult to ignore, not that she really realized that.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:06 pm
Ｄ u n c a n Ａr i s s
“I don’t get held down.” Duncan had spent the last few minutes of the class contentedly half-dozing. Well, contentedly might have been a strong word; the images that kept flashing across his mind as he shut his eyes were painful and hard to remember, ugly images of home as he had hoped never to remember it. But whenever he opened his eyes again, they were gone as if they’d never been. If Duncan had had more of a suspicious (or perhaps paranoid) mind, he might have thought it odd that images of home that hadn’t even haunted him so much when he’d been home were suddenly so prevalent in his mind; he might have wondered why it seemed as though something were determined to put him off ever wanting to return home.
But he was not that suspicious or paranoid, and so the thought never crossed his mind – if anything, he figured they were just reoccurring to him because of the memory lane his mind had been wandering down earlier. More likely, he didn’t think of them at all. It wasn’t pleasant, and he didn’t like to remember. With a frustrated sound, he ran a hand through his black hair – his father’s legacy, he thought coldly. Not that only his hair came from that unknown quantity; his blue eyes were his mother’s, but otherwise he didn’t resemble that fair-haired little wisp in any way. Quite simply speaking, he looked like the father he had never known.
Not that that made his feelings any kinder towards that stranger.
Giving his head a brief shake, Duncan wondered why his thoughts kept wandering towards his heritage as of late – in all his eighteen years, he had never thought about it so much as he had done since coming to Avalona. What was it about the school that made his mind keep flicking back to the uglier parts of his history?
No time to wonder about that now, as a moment later the bell rang. Swinging his legs down from the desk and rising to his feet – he hadn’t bothered to take out any of his things to begin with, so he hardly needed to worry about packing up – he swung the backpack that he carried mostly for decoration over his shoulder and strolled out the door. He heard a clatter of footsteps behind him, but didn’t risk looking around; whoever it was that was following him out the door, he probably didn’t want to talk to them. He didn’t have friends in his Science class.
Speeding up his stride, he left the other person behind before pausing to orient himself. Though he spotted a few people that he vaguely recognized from his first week or two at the school, he didn’t bestir himself to greet them; he couldn’t remember their names or much of anything about them, so he didn’t see much point.
English was next, he decided. At least, he thought it was. For second period, that wouldn’t be too bad. He could think of things he’d rather be doing with his time, but they weren’t the sort of thing one did alone. So he’d go. By the end of the month he’d probably be skipping entire days, but for now he would be a good little student while he discovered exactly where the boundaries lay. Ｋ e l p i e Ｈ a l f l i n g
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:41 pm
 H e r e , I'll give you my phone number,
When you worry, c a l l m e,
I'll make you happy. . .
Handsome Seer: ℛ ʏ ɑ ɴ ℐʘsερʜ ℒ ɪ ʟ т ʜ εxx
If Ryan's eyes were lasers, there would've been two circular holes in the classroom clock, considering how intently he was staring at the little hands ticking away the seconds until his freedom. His eyes were the only thing intent, though - he leaned back in his chair, feet folded and propped in front of him, as if he intended to take a nap right there. How quickly that sleepy, relaxed pose could disappear.
The bell rang. Finally. Ryan leaped out of his chair and joined the wave of students rushing to get out the door. They had minutes before they had to be in their next class, so a lot of people first chatted with friends in closed groups before moving on to their next subject. Ryan noticed a couple of people ahead of him ignore the rest and make a bee line for their next class. He recognized them as the new kids, about two or three that came just last week. He'd seen them when they first arrived. He'd had to introduce himself, be student-council-like.
He liked talking. He would talk to them later, at lunch maybe, or during class, if they even had a class together. Right now, he wanted to find Sera. He didn't see her in class, and he knew it wasn't like her to ditch. She wasn't sick either; he'd spoken with her just yesterday, and she was as loud and obnoxious as she always was.
There. Ryan saw her, striding down the halls. She was closely shadowed by a handsome, blonde-haired guy. Was he the bodyguard Ryan's father was talking about? His dad always made a point to keep Ryan informed on all the news. The headmaster was an over-protective dad, worried too much about his daughter, and got a bodyguard for a discounted price.
"Yo, Sera!" Ryan called. He wormed his way to her through the crowd of students. He flashed his trademark grin at her. "Didn't see you in History today. Trouble waking up? And who's your golden-haired stalker?" Ryan glanced at the guy abd smiled, but he didn't give him the same grin he gave Sera.
"R e l a x - x - x - x - x - x - x, m a n . J u s t r e l a x ."
Put a s m i l e on your face,
Don't bring everybody down like this,
D o n' t worry, it will soon p a s s,
W h a t e v e r it is,
D o n ' t w o r r y,
B e H a p p y.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:01 pm
Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.  Oh, my name? ѕเ๓๏ภ ค๔ค๓ нยภtєг. It's a pleasure! • ● •I think I'm supposed to become An Elf. Interesting, really. • ● • ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ It is not what we get, but who we become, what we contribute... that gives meaning to our lives. Simon stared at his desk, clearly zoned out. In a deep thought that could, to anyone else, look like a trance. Images of his friend after that incident popped into his head. The feelings he had at the time came back. He frowned slightly, unable to feel anything but the guilt. He shook his head once again to rid the thoughts, but only began to miss all of his friends. His parents. His old life.
A ringing bell broke through the air, signalling the end of class, ridding him of his thoughts. With a deep breath, he stood and packed up his belongings. After carelessly slinging his bag over his shoulder, he walked out of the room and looked around, eyes only briefly drifting over the small clusters of people, and the crowds worming through them.
With a natural smile on his face, he made his way through the crowds of people, eventually making it to the door of his next class. He didn't really know people there well enough yet, but he would have normally been someone in one of the clusters of people if he was at home.
Sighing, he peered into the class. Seeing it empty, he walked in and seated himself in a desk, waiting for class to start. Hopefully he'd be able to focus a bit more in this one. Then again, it was history. Sure, it could be a cool subject. But a monotone, not-so-enthusiastic teacher can drain all interestingness from it.
Slumping in his chair once again, he took out what he needed for the class, then casually stuck his hands in his pockets, waiting for class to start. When it did, his eyes would focus on the teacher. At least, hopefully. But for now, his bright blue eyes just stared out the classroom window. _____________________________________________________
"Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about." Out Of Concern;; )) ___ ((
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 8:48 pm
𝕤era-- ✾ --𝕣ickon
❧ As the next bell rang, students flooded the hallway before her. Many of the older student greeted her happily as she passed, and she gave them all halfhearted smiles and waves in return, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to greet anyone properly.
It wasn't long after he began following her did Sera notice his presence. Even so she refused to acknowledge him, too frustrated in knowing her father had set her on watch duty so quickly since telling her. It wouldn't have surprised her at all if she found out his little fae pal was following her long before their discussion.
He was certainly quiet. She doubted she would have even felt him there had his glamour not been so strong.
He must not trust me at all. Sera mused to herself as she hurried to her next class. Was he going to follow her there as well? Sera was about to turn and break her silence to ask when a familiar voice floated over to her from across the hall.
"Hey, Ry." she answered once he was close enough to them. When he smiled, she felt her hear lift some. She had known Ryan since they were children, and since then his easy-going personality had always been a great comfort to her usual stiff lifestyle. She always wondered how he remained so carefree with all the burdens of his clan placed upon him.
When he asked her about their first class, her heart dropped again, remembering sourly of the fae standing some ways off behind her. Her sour mood only intensified once Ryan pointed him out himself. In response she moved closer to him. She knew the fae would be able to hear her easily from that distance even if she whispered, but she didn't want any other passersby to hear her and become confused. Or worse, afraid. It'd happened before, when business was discussed carelessly in front of the more unaware students. She wouldn't make that mistake again.
"I met with my father." she murmured, bringing him closer to her level to whisper in his ear. "We have things to discuss. Will you meet me for lunch? If you can." She pulled away quickly after saying her piece, turning to look sharply at the golden-haired boy. She would have to have a talk with him, as well, to set up some ground rules. He was Seelie, so she had at least some confidence they would meet some sort of compromise to their current situation. ❧ 𝑶ut 𝑶f 𝕮uriosity:: nothing, nothing, tra-la-la-la~ ✾
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:39 pm
╄ Night is coming, all light is fading
XXXXXXOpen your heart to the magic's spell. ╄ Ⓐⓜⓔⓛⓘⓐ Ⓞⓟⓗⓔⓛⓘⓐ Ⓡⓐⓨⓔ✰☽✰☾✰
Nobody needed to look over his or her shoulder to know Becka was walking entail. Was it the happiness of girl’s chatter, or just the way she could spew it out forever, that gave Raye the rightful impression Becka felt no inhibitions about addressing others? Raye did not know, and instead focused on catching Becka’s stream of words. She paused for a moment after the cheery, curly haired girl finished. Raye had to look up to Becka, but having always been on the shorter side, this wasn’t unaccustomed behavior.
“It’s Raye, or at least the last part of it is.” Raye didn’t like giving out her first or full name for what may have seemed understandable reasons. After all, growing up she learned saying the name Amelia Ophelia and not have them smirk at her misfortune? Really rare. The other part of her dislike lay in lineage. Her grandfather had cursed her with the name, since her parents had given him the honor, she being his first and probably only grandchild. It had been her grandmother’s name, from her mother’s side over in Hawaii. She didn’t have much to do with the place, growing up along a different coast, by a diffenent ocean. And that had suite her fine.
With her grandfather, everyone had to be in bed before dark, or he had some sort of panic attack. It gave her the heebie-jeebies. As if he thought the night was haughted; by ghosts expected to come creeping after her if she strayed from bed. Ghosts from the past, of an unforgotten love…
Her body would have shivered, but the muscles certainty weren’t awake enough in daylight. Already she felt the lull of sleep starting to cause a drowsy spell. The bell would fix it momentarily in a few minutes, anyway.
Raye forced herself to continue as they walk nonetheless, “I understand that if you didn’t notice me before. I got moved from the front of the room to the back.” She gave a small ‘what-can-you-do’ shrug, still feeling sleepy under her shaggy, layered bob. The teacher had seen she was a lost cause in the war against inattentive students. Instead of frequently interrupting class to disrupt her snooze, he knew the benifit to just send her to be among some more lively people. Unknown to Raye, those were students who were trained to discreetly help Halflings such as herself –the Seers.
Raye’s voice was a tranquil sound, as if the words were unfazed by the bustle of others around her. Yet her short speech was delivered with a steady fluidness that defied the lively hall as they moved towards their next classes. Next would be the same class as Ryan again, incidentally. That was how she usually managed her sleepwalk between 1st and 2nd periods; step behind his causal, carefree wake.
That class was around the corner from the English classes, where quite a few people were headed. She knew a few by name; such as Duncan Ariss, who would be in her third period class and her lunch, but she never spoke directly to yet. She skipped lunch anyway, to go sleep somewhere she could wake up easily when the bell rang. Of course, that would be the library.
✰☽✰☾✰Post Layout by: Zimmzy ╄ There's something waking up withinXXXXX
Darkness that needs released. ╄
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:44 pm
 〖 D i v i n g ๑ t h r o u g h ๑ w a v e s ๑ o f ๑ f o a m
B r e a t h e๑ i n ๑ a ๑ b r e e z e ๑ o f f ๑ t h e ๑ c o a s t
D e e p e r ๑ d o w n ๑ t h e s e ๑ w a t e r s ๑ g o ｡ ｡ ｡ ʝ α ȡ ε ȵ ｡ °
ȵ σ α ɦ ｡ °XX
ʆ ʏ ȡ ε ɾ ｡ ° ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ
Reaching at last the corridor near the middle of the school, Jaden looked inside his first period classroom. The teacher had his back to the class, writing homework on the big sliding chalk board. Memorizing the pages to recall at a later time, he didn’t bother entering. This was only a detour he’d come up with on the way, to find out what he’d missed for his tardy. Thankfully, this close to bell meant going in would be pointless. Be mighty uncomfortable, making myself a spectacle like that, he thought as well.
He’d been wrong on his estimate of what period it was, but not by much. He was glad for the quiet, empty presence among the halls. Except for that girl who’d completely bypassed him earlier, he had it all to himself. He hated being surrounded by people, but it was better here than at his old school. Here, a person wasn’t bothered too much. Boarding schools were a little more alchemically prestigious, after all, at least that's what he assumed about Avalona.
In his small hometown, he’d had to put up with first impressions from before he’d even been born. Kids his own age avoided him for the gossip, isolation that in turn to some… false accusations based on gossip about his parents. Names that had to do with his unmarried father and the mother who’d left him on the door step.
Confrontations emerged when tried to prove everyone wrong, but he managed to keep the bruising from his father at first. Accidents, that was all, from playing around with “friends.”
There was one girl that used to talk to him, but that was three years ago, when he was fourteen. After a heated “discussion” that came to violence on both parts, Jaden kind of pushed another kid off the pier for making fun of her. She’d suffered from the association, without him knowing, and hadn't spoken to him since his actions caused the kid to nearly drown. His father had torn in to him once he’d come home.
“The whole town is raving about how you nearly murdered Jim Saylor's son! What possessed you..." I jumped in after him, didn't anyone tell you that? And how could I of known a kid that lived on beach-front property didn’t know how to swim?
“...that boy’s father is an important client…” Maybe he should have invested in swimming lessons for his kid when he got the freaking house…
“...I don’t know what’s gotten into you anymore! You’re secretive, sneaking out, and I find out it’s to meet a girl…” Gee, dad. I’m so sorry you missed out on our ‘father and son’ times. Maybe if you’d stop going down to drink at the bar…
After that, Jaden gave up on making friends back home. He stayed out of trouble and put all his anger into studying, when his father wasn’t making him work double-shifts at the shop to keep an eye on him. One day he’d get out of the town, and he did.
Avalona had been his salvation, a new start while he was still young. Even with all the… weird things going on lately. Maybe it was just from the adjustment. He’d never been away from home before, after all.
Precisely when this had occurred to him, the chimes that signaled breaks between class when off. Jaden practically had to lunge out of the way before a tide of student congealed at the door. He stood against the wall, the last drips of water evaporating of his shoulders. He realized he was thirsty again, his lips becoming chapped quickly.
Sighing, he maneuvered back the way he came, pretending to blend into the crowd. He could still feel a few eyes on him, however. Mostly from girls with fugitive, blushing cheeks, or in some cases, frightening winks. He ignored them, his grudge from the past flickering up.
Instead, he got a drink at a fountain near history. He slurped as long as he could, his relish of liquefied manna causing him to forget for a moment all the troubles of the past. He didn’t get nearly enough before the line behind him started to grumble. He hated the enclosed feeling the packed halls gave him, it was sufficating.
He scurried the short distance and as best he could, slid quietly into a back row desk. There was nobody behind him or beside him on the left. On his right, however, was Simon, though he didn’t acknowledge him directly, but it wasn’t out of any ill feelings. He just kept to himself and everyone zoned out peacefully in the dull lectures. He got out his notes stiffly and settled down, seeming completely ignorant of the giggling girls near the front of the room, casting looks over at him. Or maybe the looks were for Simon? Jaden cetianlly hoped so.
ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ﺴ ｡ ｡ ｡ S u f o c a t i n g ๑ i n ๑ t h i s ๑ s u r f a c e ๑ a i r
D r o w n ๑ m e ๑ i n ๑ s t r e n g t h ๑ t o ๑ c o p e
F o r ๑ w a t e r ๑ i s ๑ m y ๑ o n e ๑ t r u e ๑ h o m e 〗
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 7:17 pm
H e r e , I'll give you my phone number,
When you worry, c a l l m e,
I'll make you happy. . .
Handsome Seer: ℛ ʏ ɑ ɴ ℐʘsερʜ ℒ ɪ ʟ т ʜ εxx
At Sera's reply, Ryan quickly grew serious -- at least, serious-er. Honestly, there weren't many times when Ryan was actually, seriously serious, and none had been at a moment when any of his school acquaintances were present. Ryan bent down a little so that Sera could murmur in his ear. He hadn't noticed before how much taller he was than Sera; she came up to the top of his shoulder, if not the very beginning of his neck. After she spoke, Ryan simply nodded once, then flashed an easygoing grin, as if Sera had whispered something witty into his ear instead of something concerning the more ... hidden ... aspects of Avalon Academy.
"See ya then, then," Ryan said fluidly, casting a sloppy, two-fingered salute her way. He glanced at her blond-haired stalker, a nondescript expression on his face, for a long moment. Then, he turned and strode in the other direction. He glanced back to see if his own little stalker was there. She was, along with another girl, who he recognized as Becka, a fellow Seer and renowned within the school for her downright bubblyness. Ryan was astounded as to how she could stay so inhumanely cheerful all the time. Walking side by side, Becka with her flouncing, bouncing step, and Raye with her shifting, sleepy trudge, they looked quite the odd duo.
He was glad, though, that Becka had picked Raye today as the victim person she'd hang with. He hadn't really seen Raye speak to anyone before. He attempted himself once or twice before, but he wasn't sure his words got through her sleep-clouded mind. In fact, practically every time he saw her, she was lightly dozing. At least, for the first few periods. If Becka managed to wake her up at this hour, Ryan would be impressed.
He steered through the rush of students and entered his English classroom. He gazed around the room, deciding which seat he would sit in, partly because it was his duty to familiarize himself with the Halflings, partly because he got bored sitting next to the same person every day. His gaze set on Duncan Ariss. The guy wore such an expression that, even though he wasn't doing so yet, might as well have been kicking back and setting his feet on the table in an act of satisfied rebellion.
Ryan made his way over, shooting Duncan an easy grin. "If I were you, I wouldn't do what I'm thinking you're thinking of doing. This teacher here really has something against smelly sneakers on her desks."
The senior treasurer slid into the seat directly in front of Duncan and draped an arm over the back of his chair, holding up his hand. "The name's Ryan. You new here?"
"R e l a x - x - x - x - x - x - x, m a n . J u s t r e l a x ."
Put a s m i l e on your face,
Don't bring everybody down like this,
D o n' t worry, it will soon p a s s,
W h a t e v e r it is,
D o n ' t w o r r y,
B e H a p p y.
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SilentShadowDreamer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:31 pm
Ｂe c k a Ｆa r t h o r n
“There’s so much I can’t do; why not do what I can?” Becka skipped along beside the other girl, her air of cheerful acceptance never wavering; her long dark hair caught the slight breeze that the skipping created and flicked up around her. “Raye,” she repeated thoughtfully before flashing the girl a beaming smile. “That’s a nice name. It’s nice to meet you, Raye. How long have you been at Avalona?” She didn’t ask for the girl’s full name, since clearly Raye wasn’t comfortable sharing it. Becka could understand that perfectly; she had never been much of one for sharing her full name, mostly because no one she’d ever given it to could figure out how to pronounce Alysia - they kept pronouncing it like Alicia, which was entirely wrong. It wasn’t that hard, was it? Especially since she had to say it for them in order to introduce herself? Becka didn’t think so.
It couldn’t have been very long that Raye had been here, Becka thought dryly. Otherwise there was simply no way that Raye could seem so human—so normal. Her cynical thoughts belied her cheerful voice, but there was no reflection of them on her face. Becka was generally a happy young woman; to call her bubbly self a mask would have been incorrect. She just wasn’t quite so one-dimensional as she chose to allow people to believe, that was all.
She did like making people feel happy, though, she had to admit, so there was that.
As she half-walked, half-danced through the hallways beside Raye, she flashed a quick grin at Ryan as he passed by. She knew him as a fellow Seer and a nice enough guy: though their paths didn’t cross that often, they were in a number of classes together and so she could pick him out easily enough. Then she returned her attention to Raye, just in time to hear the next part of the girl’s statement. Her big dark eyes immediately filled with concern. “Oh, no no no,” she said, instantly reassuring. It would be awful to let her think that Becka hadn’t noticed her before – Becka noticed everyone and usually made it her business to greet them. “I knew I’d seen you around before, I just couldn’t remember your name.” She giggled. “I’m better with faces,” she added.
A quick glimpse of red hair made Becka’s eyes shoot in that direction, but unfortunately it was not the pretty redhead she had been half-watching for. Too bad. She might miss her entirely today. Well, that was all right – she was meeting someone new anyway, and Raye seemed really nice.
Doing a half-turn so that she could walk backwards and talk to Raye while walking slightly ahead, fully ignoring the amount of people who had to dodge her (which was quite a few), Becka noted with still more concern that Raye looked like she was falling asleep on her feet. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look very tired. Must have been a long night last night,” she remarked. Of course she knew that Raye was not a Seer like they were, so she had to be a Halfling, so maybe it was just part of her transformation…
But even so, she didn’t like seeing someone so drained of energy in the middle of a beautiful morning. Ｓ e e r - Ｆa r t h o r n Ｃ l a n
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