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 Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 9:37 pm
DIRECTORY
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o1 Growth Quest Response /SOLO
o2 Ribbons, Strings, and Other Things /PRP v Weiyuan Leung
o3 Heal Me, I'm Heartsick /PRP v Gideon Matthias Burdock
o4 Intro to Science and Tech /P+CRP v Canaan Tate Kreery
o5 I Fall to Pieces /PRP v Canaan Tate Kreery
o6 Beautiful World /SELF-ENTRY
o7 Biology /P+CRP v Scyeth Akazar
o8 Under My Skin /PRP v Canaan Tate Kreery
o9 L'Innocent /PRP v Wynn Darbinian
1o Bathtime! /PRP v Ethan Zachery Williams
11 Very Superstitious Writings on the Wall /ORP v Everyone
12 Music /CRP v Alexander Ivanova
13 My Office is a Sty /QRP v Giudeon Matthias Burdock
14 Professor and the Student /PRP v S. Nash
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 10:12 pm
[ GROWTH QUEST ]
“Is this how you’ve been looking since you’ve been away? You look like a pathetic little girl, hardly the person I claim as my son.”
I almost wanted to correct him as my Father started to speak at me, his words more like barks and his worn expression more like a statue than a humans, but to do so would have meant I’d have to do much more than simply explain the length of my hair or how thin I’d grown over the course of a year. I had almost reveled a bit in the fact that when I stepped off the plane, thankful this time for a plane and not a boat, that his eyes seemed to widen at how closely I resembled Mother. He must have thought, if only for a moment, that it was her that was striding down the gangplank using a cane to support the cast on her left leg instead of it being me.
There was one count of revenge enacted. A thin smile tugged at the corner of my lips, though it was quickly wiped away when Father’s gaze moved from my injured leg back up to my face, and my eyes were cast down in the manner I had been taught so many times since I could be first educated. Never look the man in the eyes, never speak unless spoken too; a child was wiser for knowing this.
“The first thing you’re going to do before we attend this party is get a haircut, and then you’re going to get some decent clothes that don’t make you look like a female vagrant. Honestly, you’re a shame to look at.”
I could only mumble a response of ‘yes sir’ to each of his commands and demands, taking care not to walk too awkwardly behind him lest we attract more attention from the men in black suits at this private airport, but in my own way of rebelling I merely pulled a few strands of my hair behind an ear while not caring if the rest cascaded over my shoulder. Let the man gripe – if he wanted my hair cut then he would have to cut it for himself, since I certainly wasn’t going to go out of my way to get it done. Unless I was specifically commanded to, and that changed everything in my plan.
“Do you need help getting in, or can you manage on your own?”
I couldn’t tell if his tone was one of concern or condescending, as his stone expression hadn’t changed, but when I replied quickly that I was capable and proved it by getting in without any aid, he seemed to lighten a little in his features. If I could recall correctly I think there was only one other time with Father that I was taken slightly aback by his words or actions, it being shortly after the massive fire that shook the Science Building occurred and I had called to report, so to see his expression perhaps soften almost took my breath away.
I honestly had not thought him capable of concern – what with how he killed Mother and simply passed her death off as a ‘casualty of the times’.
“You don’t have to say much when we arrive at the party, just linger amongst the guests and don’t speak of anything unessential. If they ask you how your school life is, you are to respond with nothing but the basics in regards to classes as well as students and faculty. If questioned about how you obtained your injury, you are to respond that it was a sports related accident with your choice of the sport.”
I thanked him for providing me with that I needed to say in case someone dared approached the son of Judah Ackart, a man of such acclaim that his reputation far exceeded him and any of his relatives, but inside I was already planning a small rebellion of my own. I would answer how I wanted to answer depending on the question, and I would act however it was I wanted to act. The man sitting in the seat next to me may have had more control over me than I would have liked, but the one thing I was slowly learning at ShinKami was how to be my own person, and that meant I was going to take step after step to become independent. From him, and perhaps from the me of the past who only could blindly obey commands.
We arrived at a small house that would serve as the location of our little get together – the situation having been briefed to me both on the airplane and in the car while en route, and as the vehicle slowed to indicate we’d be stopping here I was a bit surprised to find that it was indeed a normal-looking house and not some company building or manor that I had come to expect when I was being shown off like a miniature trophy. Long ago had I learned that at ‘Father’s Parties’ there was no place for me to speak or act, I was simply one form of arm or eye candy after Mother had passed away and I was his remaining item.
I’d had no time to change before father simply made a ‘tsk’ sound and opened his door, motioning for the man who was our driver to open mine and give me a hand getting out. I was sure this was probably some kind of show he was putting on for whoever was inside that house, the curtains rustling as I looked over which indicated that someone was indeed home, and since I recalled that it was best to go along with Father’s ruses for my own benefit I took the outstretched hand and allowed myself to be helped.
I was going to ask where we were, to get my chatty questions out of the way before we encountered what we were here for, when the door to the house swung open and an elderly woman who looked nothing like a business associate that most commonly interacted with my Father stepped out causing the man in question to grimace slightly before he planted a fake smile on his lips. I was intrigued to say the least.
"Micajah, I've never gotten the chance to do this before, but allow me to introduce you to Miriam. She's your Maternal Grandmother, which would make her your mother's mother."
I almost wanted to snap at him about how I knew what the difference between maternal and paternal was, seeing as I was fifteen and not three, but I could only take the introduction with a full smile. The woman made time down the walkway that lead to my Father and I, with each step that drew her closer bringing more and more of her features into sight, and I found myself feeling a little nervous and uneasy. I had never met anyone in my family outside of Father - not his parents, not his siblings (if he had any), and my Mother having died when I was younger quickly severed my chances of knowing her family through her introductions and memories.
So stalled in my thoughts was I that I failed to notice the elderly woman had approached me and stopped mere inches away from my body, only realizing this when she took my free hand into her own and gave it a firm but gentle squeeze, causing me to blister red across my checks. I was mortified and fearful all at the same time - this woman was entirely family yet a complete and total stranger to me.
"You must be Micajah. You look so much like your mother, I thought for a moment that I was looking at my sweet Lily. It's so good to finally get to meet you, even if it is for only a short time."
The more the woman called Miriam spoke to me, the more I wanted to scream at her to stop and leave me alone and scream at Father for putting me into a situation like this. While I had gotten used to meeting strangers because of him from a young age, a fact I resented at first but came to use as a small source of power, meeting someone who was supposed to be my family this far into my life was like getting slapped in the face; more so since she looked like an aged version of the memories of my mother. But I couldn't - I wouldn't - for to do so would incur the wrath of the man grimacing next to me in ways that I didn't want to happen. I may hate Father for all that his done to me, Mother, and everyone else around him but I would respect his wishes, mostly because of fear for what I could call my own and a deep respect for the fact that he was indeed my father.
"You're so pale dear, you must be tired from coming all this way from your school. Your father tells me all the time in letters about how you're studying to help save the world, and how proud he is of you each day that passes. I'm so sure that Lily in heaven is also watching over you with joy each day."
What Father was feeding her seemed to be a mixture of truth and lies all at once, making that sickening feeling in my stomach increase, and I could only smile and nod my head as she asked me various questions. I didn't like this, I wanted to be back home on the island with the other people who made me ill inside for various reasons, but I had been promised that this was only for today and no other time so I would bear it until this passed and add this embarrassment as another knock on my grudge chart.
"As much as I hate to leave you now Miriam I do need to be getting back to my office for the New Year's party, and I'm sure Micajah is weary from his flight, so we will be taking our leave from you. Don't worry, we'll come back by to see you again before he leaves for school once more, and the two of you can catch up then."
I called him a liar under my breath as I was helped back into the car, mostly because I knew good and well that the prompting earlier had been for his office party and not for meeting my Grandmother, and also because I knew we would never see this woman again. Looking at her reminded Father too much of the woman he had married and buried before I was even old enough to understand what had happened, looking at me probably did the same thing, but I knew he would not do anything to either of us so long as we were able to have connections. Mine seemed to be that school I had been sent to, the students and teachers there now my lifelines, and for my Grandmother I was uncertain but it probably was me who kept her alive. How strange.
As we drove towards where Father currently "worked" and "socialized" I was given new clothes to quickly put on (and a ribbon to tie my hair back, I noticed) along with a new set of instructions on how to behave. I was told once again not to speak unless spoken to, not to say anything that could cause some unease amongst the groups, but what kicked me the most was he used that stranger I had barely met as a bargaining chip in it all.
"If you behave well then I'll make sure we go back there and see that woman again. She's getting old and lonely but she has her ways, and seeing that you are her only grandchild I'm sure it will be beneficial for you to get closer to her than just a name basis. Do you understand?"
I think I replied something along the lines of 'spying on an old woman' and 'how low can you stoop', but most of it was a blur afterward as a heavy hand came into contact with my left temple. I had never been hit before by the man (others yes, him no) so the look on my face must have been pretty interesting since he was smirking, and though I knew it would be covered with make-up as soon as we arrived should I start to bruise earlier than expected, I sort of hoped it would spread to the point where everyone could see it. It was a mark of his most certain feelings for me, and a clear indication of mine for him.
"I hate you."
I finally spoke something aloud, something clear, and was rewarded once more by a hand. But at least I had made myself known. I hated this man, and wished one day he would die.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 9:49 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ ribbons, strings, and other things ]
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 9:53 pm
[ roleplay link may be located here ]
My injuries from the accident in the later half of the year had properly healed thanks to time and good doctoring by the nurses and doctor of ShinKami, leaving me free to walk around without any lingering side effects, though I did notice that even after I was considered completely sound I possessed phantom chest pains.
It wasn't painful enough that I couldn't go on living my day to day life, it was hardly a factor to my health as well, though I found it difficult to function when I couldn't concentrate. Such a problem would certainly interfere with my studies and that can't pass as acceptable. I've gotten so far, I can't fail now.
I went back to the Doctor and was given a clean bill of health, having been told it was all in my mind, so I went to seek the proverbial 'second opionin' from someone I thought may be able to assist me.
Omitted Materials: Crush on Cane, Gideon's Past
[ heal me, i'm heartsick ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:11 am
[ roleplay link may be located here ]
I took Chon with me today as I went to help Cane with another one of his classes. It turns out the butterfly can change the color of its wings based on what I am feeling, and that proved to be quite humorous at first.
We spoke mostly about our paths in school, the differences between Magic and its two choices, as well as Science and its several. Both of us are eager to advance further into our educations.
Also, tomorrow I move into my new dorm room. Cane has offered to help, an offer I am thankful for. . .
I hope. I hope the move goes smoothly.
[ introduction to science and technology ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:13 am
[ roleplay link may be located here ] - This entry was written down inside a different notebook than the rest of the letters -
I don't know what to think any more, my mind blank every time I try to process what happened. He told me that he liked me, he called me his mate. I...told him I liked him too. After all, it's...it was what my heart was saying to me. I don't know why, but the pain went away after I did confess to him and we did share those kisses.
I can...still taste his lips upon my own, I can still feel his touches on my skin. Where his hands rested on me I feel hotter than usual, my skin tingling at the mere thought of those fingertips. Even now I feel like I'm burning up despite it being the middle of winter.
It feels like there's a weight in my stomach, an ache I've never felt before, and I don't know what to do. I'm going to go use the restroom . . .[ i fall to pieces ]
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 10:11 pm
[ SELF-ENTRY ]
I've. . .come so far. It's been over a year since I entered into ShinKami, well over one, but I have come so far in such a short amount of time. Best of all, I have done it all . . .on my own. I may have entered this school through his influence, I may have moved around at first through his influence, but surely now . . .now . . .I have done it all on my own. My own merit. My own skills.
My own pride.
I wear a robe that signifies I have moved from being a normal student, one who follows orders and takes the classes set ahead for him, to a student who is moving down a path that is unknown. I was never meant to take Magic of any sort, let alone prepare for it and actually get accepted into it, but I felt like it was something I had wanted to do. It is something I am good at, something I can say comes from my own ways of studying and practice. With things like science you are only as good as your knowledge, true, but there are also equipment and guidebooks to help you along the way to perfection. With magic, you must do it all on your own. You only have guides to teach you the proper manner, the poses and chants and feelings, but from book knowledge the rest depends on skill.
A book cannot control how much power you release. A book cannot control how many spells you cast in an order. Magic is uncontrollable, unfathomable if you will, and soon I shall have the ability to grasp it with my own two hands. Such thoughts often leave me speechless and in awe, not at my own prowess, but at the overall wonders that magic can create.
[ beautiful world ]
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 10:12 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ biology ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:52 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ under my skin ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:52 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ l'innocent ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:54 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ bathtime! ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:57 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ very superstitious writings on the wall ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 10:04 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ music ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 10:09 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ my office is a sty ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 10:14 pm
[ to be completed once the RP is complete ]
[ professor and the student ]
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