After roughly two days of sitting and waiting, Felix decided it was time to move and get something to eat and then stop by the principle's office to see about where he would be staying. He stood up, forgetting the crutches. He grabbed his backpack but did not put it on, he simply carried it around in his hand. He wanted his cloak to flow freely as he roamed the halls. He put his hood up covering his ears and a majority oh his head. It allowed only his face to be exposed to the outside world beyond that of the edge of his hood.
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xxxxEli had left the baking room with her thoughts occupied. She had finally gotten hold of that stupid blush that had appeared on her face, due to the unexpected language change. I don't understand them at all...is this just a way all humans act? Well there is no guarantee that they are human. I never was one who was good at guessing. Though the failure of a teacher had a human smell. Oh well...They are hard to describe, Kaito seems to have a temper and Avery is much more tender. Two opposites yet in the ways the same, like fire that is ablaze and yet is put out by the water's waves. Like the blazing summer against the frigid winter. But somewhere in there friendship bloomed like a flower in the middle of spring..."Such curious things that life often brings" She had not meant to start speaking out loud, and she gave a soft smile having absent mindlessly begun to write a poem to describe them. She would have to write that down later.
She paused and blinked, looking around. Where am I... She had no idea where she was. EH?! How did I wind up here...it seems I got lost in thought and have also winded up lost myself. Well, it isn't bad where i have ended up for this is a beautiful place. It brings inspiration of poetry to my mind, flowing in while it unwinds. She hummed a bit and looked around, admiring the beautiful nature that surrounded her. Spotting a gazebo ahead she decides to go in there and sit on the bench to rest for a bit. I wish I brought a paper and pen, it seems like I'll have to remember the poetry inside my head. For now anyway. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, enjoying the sun hitting her face as she let the inspiration of words flow to her mind.
Coro walked about the garden, he really did enjoy being outside. Since he had been here, he was able to get out more, although of course over exertion easily caused him to keel over with a coughing fit. There were several others about. Going about their lives and minding their own business. It really was a beautiful place, filled with assorted people and plants alike.
Spotting a girl sitting in a gazebo, Coro grinned to himself and decided he might approach her. "Hello there!" he announced his presence as he walked into the gazebo, flashing a mildly timid smile as he watched her.
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xxxxEli had started speaking the poetry that had come to mind out-loud a little bit. "Flowers that bloom in the spring, oh the beauteous wonder they can bring. The gentle sun's rays that shine upon all below, watching as his warmth helps all creation grow..." Though her thoughts and whispering of poetry was interrupted by a hello.She sighed and blinked at him, face expressionless yet eyes holding slight curiosity. Another male...I wonder if he knows the way back to the dorms. No matter. It's rather nice out. I'm sure I'll remember the poetry I was going to write down. I suppose I should acknowledge him. She gave a small wave of her hand before tilting her head back and closing her eyes again. The sun felt nice. She also wondered if people came here often. It seemed too peaceful for that to happen. Like a little get away.
ooc:.Sorry haha had to think of a short little poem to write. Going to sleep soon it's late :p. P.s there's a spot beside her xD I didn't know how to write that in.
Oops. He hadn't meant to interrupt her train of thought. That sigh she gave sounded intimidating to him. Yet, the look in her eyes said otherwise. He looked back toward the entrance to the gazebo, covering his mouth as he coughed hoarsely into a tissue.
"Ah, er, sorry for interrupting you...mind if I join you?" he began to ask after clearing his throat, a look of sincere apology crossing his face, "That sounded wonderful, was it a poem?"
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Oh okee! And yeah I understand that! I'll be up fo another hour and 15! lmaooooo xD
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xxxxEli's eyes widened only the slightest when he turned away to cough. Is he sick? I don't want to get sick...Though it sounds serious. I wish I could help him somehow. Contrary to belief Phoenix tears do not fix these sorts of problems. Well...I guess it would be okay to be nice to him. It would allow me to learn more about humans and well guys in general. Though I don't know if he is human or not. One can never tell unless it's in plain sight...
At the look of apology on his face after she had re opened her eyes and faced him again, she shook her head at the interrupting and nodded when he asked if he could join her. After all there was no real harm in it. Upon him mentioning the poem she looked down and nodded. Ah...he heard that. How embarrassing. I mean I am proud of my poetry but that one is a work in progress, but it seems he likes poetry...I wonder if he is a poet or writer himself...though he could not know anything about poetry and had just been saying that. She had hid her face for there had been a light blush on her cheeks for the faintest of moments before she looked back up at him. Her voice soft while she spoke, "Like...poetry? She always tried to use as few words as she could.
Corona smiled softly when she allowed him to sit down with her, Yikes I sound like I've got some sort of cold...
Oh, so it had been a poem, he almost had a hunch from the sound of it. Having it's own meter to it. And of course there had been some rhyming in it. What a short statement, but that's fine. She is nice to me, so there's no need for me to even think about the way she talks in any sort of negative way."I've read some here and there. Probably just more popular works like the Road Not Taken and probably several others. I would say I enjoy it, yes. And it sounds as though you yourself do."
"Er, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself, I'm Corona, you may call me Coro though, if you like. It's nice to meet you." He introduced himself with a weary look in his smiling eyes, holding his hand out for a shake.
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The_Little_Rabbit
Oh only stay up as late as you can remember to be healthy about it! :0
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xxxxEli tilted her head slightly as she studied the male, waiting for his answer. He looked fairly young. Then again, most people looked young to her. Her eyes brightened ever so slightly when he mentioned about reading some. He’s a nice person, he like poetry. Some respect there for those who know how to appreciate it. He listed a good poem. But overall enjoys poetry, I wonder if he’s ever written any himself? I suppose I can ask sometime… She nodded, the faintest of smiles gracing her lips. She loved poetry, it was a way to freely express oneself.
Her face going back to expressionless again, she took his hand gently but a bit hesitantly and shook it. Interesting name…Coro? Aren’t nicknames for close friends or more? Sounds like something a pet would be name…oh…hehe…imagining him as an animal is a funny thought. Like a puppy. Though I would never actually say that outloud. Ah I suppose I should give my name to.” Eliane Kokinos…do…you write?” She had let go of his hand in a kind manner, resting her hands together in her lap having decided to ask if he wrote poetry or anything of the sort. She also gave her name. Though again with as little words as she could use.
ooc:.I know x3 I'll prob go to bed in a couple min
"I suppose I used to write a lot. I don't have too much to write about now. Back when I ran a vlog I wrote a bit, yes.. Er, b-between poems and other short forms of writing..." He trailed off a bit, glancing down to his hands after the handshake, twiddling his hands a bit nervously at the thought of when he used to write more and vlog. "How long have you been writing, Eliane?" he asked with an inquisitive expression, changing the subject back onto Eliane. His gaze focused on a butterfly nearby that was just outside the gazebo fluttering about a bundle of flowers before looking back to meet her gaze.
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xxxxEli listened to what he said intently, a ghost of a smile being seen upon her lips for a split second before her face was expressionless again. However, her eyes were shining a bit more, a lot more interested. He is a writer then! I wonder what the poems and literature he wrote was like…I wouldn’t mind reading some. To see if he was any good. Though everyone has their own style. Ah…he stopped talking. She blinked when he trailed off, glancing briefly at how he was twiddling his hands a bit nervously. She wondered why. Upon the focus being back on her, she watched his gaze go to a butterfly nearby, though her gaze was drawn back to him. I can’t really tell him my actual age…hmm what do say…I can direct it back to him. That would be easiest.”Almost whole life…can I see writings?” Her voice was soft, but a clear, thick French accent was noticeable as she had spoken a bit more.
So this meant Eliane had been writing for a while then. If it was almost her entire life. That was quite some time, considering she looked about eighteen. Nice dedication though, and of course it was just as interesting a hobby as any other.
"M-my writing?" he echoed Eliane's words. She had a nice voice, and her poem sounded amazing--from what he'd heard which left him with no doubts regarding her writing and poem skills. "Oh, I suppose you could.. They're a tad old, and have more of a dark theme. A lot of it was from a bad time in my life." He explained, pulling his phone out from his pocket. Turning the screen on, he ventured to a blog where he had written his poems and put them up. "Here, if you really want to, Eliane."
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okee dokee sleep well~! as for any of his writing, well the majority of it would have been darker themes and probably sad... rip his soul, haha! Themes surrounding him being bed ridden for a long time and not being able to be out with friends and such. Then his friends upon his return no longer being friendly. Bleh. lol
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xxxxEli looked at the male, blinking at how he seemed a bit nervous to share his work. But she was very much still interested. Not saying anything and letting him finish explain before he pulled out his phone. Dark? Ah…he must have been through a lot then. I know what that is like, more than he knows. So reading his works will let me learn a bit more about his inner self. Excellent, I find that interesting. Poetry expressed so much as does literature. She blinked at his phone, she herself still did not have one. She could never figure the things out. So when he pulled up his blog and said here to her. She didn’t take the phone, figuring he meant for her to just read. She leaned forward a bit, now rather close to him as she started to read what he had there. She started to read the first two works, very intrigued at the way he wrote. He definitely sounds as if he is in pain. It isn’t overly morbid, but it is dark. Though there are some great writers who have done similar themes. She spoke up finally again, her voice still soft. ”See more? Don’t know how to work device…Ah…your work…like Edgar Allen Poe and also unique. Very well written, could feel emotions. I to have dark poems…can quote? Just once…for you....special case because you are a poet as well.” Her words were a bit broken and on some she had switched to French, her native tongue. But she was sure he had gotten the gist. She was looking up at him quite expectantly though her expression was still stoic. I admire his work. I want to read more. Those who aren’t afraid to express their feeling and emotions in words on paper I admire and respect. It is something I have found that is easier to do then talk. There are many ways to show others one’s feelings. It’s an art.
ooc:.Good to know haha! Hueee I totally slacked on my paper. It's due in a day oops
Watching her warily as she read some of his work, a confused look. Oh, maybe she's never used this type of phone before.. She's also a bit tough to understand, but if I listen closely I'm really able to follow. She must be French, I definitely recognize it.. Coro thought to himself, looking from Eliane's face down to his phone and back to her visage.
"Yes, if you want to read more all you have to do is scroll like this, you can hold my phone, too," Corona explained, carefully putting the phone into her hand, "If you want to share with me, then yes, I'd like to hear one." He was definitely interested in hearing more of her work. Just hearing the one poem by accident was enough to pique his interest. And now the two of them were sharing their writing with one another. The garden really was a great atmosphere for this kind of thing.
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The_Little_Rabbit
Oh no! I hope you're able to get that paper done ASAP! :0
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xxxxEli listened as he explained and took his phone gently, looking it over with a tilt of her head. Interesting contraption. Technology eh...I guess I should look into it more. I keep seeing such things all over the place. I wonder if I would need one to? Ah! I have heard of a thing called texting. I wouldn't be talking outloud but typing, so would that be different? She had flipped the phone back over a little bit to see the screen and hesitently scrolled down with a finger. A ghost of a smile gracing her lips as she saw the page go down and her being able to see more of his works. They are so sad...He certaintly has been through a lot. Poor boy. However, he seems to have maybe grown a bit stong through that. perhaps poetry has helped? I know it has helped me.
Eli looked to Coro when he said he would like to hear some of her work. She normally never did this, but he had shared a lot of his work with her so she figured it only fair. Handing him back his phone, in which she would ask more about it later. She sighed softly and tilted her head back so the sun reflected against her face before speaking in a soft tone.
"Am I so unimportant that no one dares to believe? I feel so invisible and feel my very soul grieve! Made from the flow of thoughts gone astray, Just hiding in the shadows feeling myself decay away. Am I really just a small dot on this dreary planet, I feel myself gasp for air in a dangerous yet known panic. Clinging to the loving hopes and thoughts of the past, I see the hated future generation unfortunately coming up so fast. Woa is me why must I suffer so, Why can't life be how it was oh so long, long ago. So happy and free was I, Spreading my wings so I could joyfully fly. My voice did sing so ever sweet throughout the land, My poems were also read by every tender hand. Now forever alone am I just a speck of pollen, that has suddenly fallen. Oh how weary and dreary am I, and the only feeling I have is that urge to scream aloud and cry. Will my voice ever be heard again? Or will I just wind up withering to dust in the very very end"
She had finished the poem, her eyes a bit sorrowful before her expression had gone back to stoic and she tilted her head at him, speaking quietly again. "Tell...about phone?" She wanted to hear his opinion on her poem but at the same time she wanted to learn more about the phone.
ooc:.Mehh I know @_@. Sorry it took so long, had to remember where I put my poem. Thought one of my old one's fit her cause she's a phoenix hur
Waiting patiently as she read his writing, Corona watched Eliane's face. She had a constant calm expression, but he noticed it when she faintly smiled.
He nodded in silence, listening intently as she recited the poem to him. It was quite beautiful, and it had such a somber feel to it. "Amazing, that was a very nice poem. The rhyme scheme was well utilized, and the overall theme--very nice." Corona complimented her poem style. He blinked, looking from her face down to his phone. 'Oh, you want to learn more about my phone? Okay," Coro nodded with a light smile, showing her how it worked. From the touch screen mechanics, to texting people, to web browsing capabilities. Pretty interesting technology all crammed into a small handheld device. Humans have come a long way. And he could take photos of the garden they happened to be in if he so pleased.
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coz shes a pheonix ommgmggggg nice!!! also sorry took me a bit I thought I replied and realized I never did x_x
