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 Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:42 pm
He finished and put a ring above him but not just any ring it happened to be the corwn of the martyr, whom Johnathan thought Cahal to be. He ripped it out and gave it to him after titling it'the martyr in his glory'. He looked around and saw the gal taht was always looking at him, truth be told she scared the s**t out of him, he could feel the hate coming from her eyes plunging into the back of his neck. IT was a feeling he knew all to well.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:47 pm
She moved so quickly that she didn't realize where she was going until she collided with someone. She dropped her things. Scrambling to pick up her sketchbook and pencils before anyone could see her, the glistening notebook was left to fend for itself as she vanished down the hall.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:49 pm
He felt it alright he was knocked down and tried to get his things but realized she had his notebook and he had hers. He ran after her. "Hey I have your sketchbook!" he yelled as he chased her and started to go as fast as he could.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:51 pm
Cahal was unfamiliar with the crown of the martyr, however, and looked at the page a little oddly. "Why am I a martyr?" He asked Johnathan quietly as the teacher wrapped things up for the end of class. He was entirely unaware of the boy's discomfort from the girl, and personally felt no anger directed at him. He blinked to find Johnathan running off after a girl, though. "How odd." He muttered, shaking his head and packing up his things more securely. He left the class to head to his next, thoughts muddled.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:52 pm
Xaya looked to her hands as she rounded a corner, putting her back to the wall.
"Huh? This isn't mine." she told herself, looking at the notebook. Her eyes widened. "No! Not my special notebook!" She turned around the corner to see the boy running after her.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:54 pm
He fell flat on his face after some kid tripped him and kicked him in the gut his glasses going down the hall and all of his papers and the notebook flying in the air and almost hitting the girl on the head. He hollored for help and finally got away with a lot of bruises.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:00 pm
She dodged the notebook, half way catching it. She growled at eh kid who kicked him, walking over with anger in her eyes. Xaya picked him up, punched him clear in the face, and walked to the boy nice enough to try to bring her notebook back to her. She picked up several of his papers, handing them and the boys notebook to him. She waited for a fight, though not a single person dare touch her. Rumors spread throughout the spectators, talking about who she was. She pushed past them silently, walking from the school to rest near the front door outside.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:06 pm
Once again he found himself in the only place where he could have a good cry of sorts, in the dark abandoned room that was for the non-existant choir, the piano he played livley and with a long and hard touch of the blues and jazz. He started to cry again and looked at the large pinting of his mother who was the choir teacher before she was killed, an old oil painting with a large gold leaf frame and purple lace flowing around it as it sit on the mantle.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:08 pm
She looked down to the notebook in her hands. "Maybe he didn't read it..." she thought. Xaya Fate walked back into the school, past all the students who now slightly feared her. Her cat-like ears picked up the piano's noise. She headed in its direction almost instinctively.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:10 pm
He kept playing, it wa sthe only thing that calmed ihm besides cleaning and talking to his mothers portrait.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:15 pm
Seeing his sanctuary, she entered gently. She wanted to ask him if he was okay, but didn't want to disturb his music.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:18 pm
He stopped playing when he saw the refelction of the door opening. "I take it you wanna hurt me too?" He said as he put his head down. "I've known nothing but hurt and hate......." He sighed. "Please dont kill me..." A drop of blood dropped to the floor from his wrist not a completely fresh cut but he had picked at it again.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:20 pm
"I wanted to know if you're okay. The one that kicked you, he's in the nurse's office right now. I don't want to hurt you." she paused for a moment. "Thank you for bringing me my notebook."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:23 pm
He looked at his wrist and wipped his wrist clean. "I'm sorry about the mess, I've been hurt wors but never kicked so hard in teh kidney region." He lifetd his shirt and a size 15 boot bruise showed. "It hurts a lot and i'm not eating for a good few days." He laughed. "You know your the only person besides Cahal that could actually give a damn about me....funny....a Human/Angel hybrid and i'm the most hated thing since my father.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:25 pm
"Then us hybrids get each other. Demon/Angel. The name's Xaya Fate, daughter of the angel Fate." she said to him, walking over. She pulled a sandwich from her bag and handed it to him. "Eat. It'll help your body heal faster."
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