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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:14 am
Herr Drosselmeyer's Doll,
there she is on the stage[.J O U R N A L.][.t h o g h t s . o n . a r r i v a l.]
[Just one more step...and this is the furthest I've ever been from home]
[Junior Year]
I would like to begin with a short poem, however I could not find nor recall one suitable for the situation. I momentarily considered the school anthem, however found it unsuitably comical and altogether distasteful regarding my sentiments.
Instead, I shall account my experiences thus far, chronologically.
Mother had been in a dreadful way, while packing. She insisted on helping me, despite my attempts to discourage her, and immediately began to panic as my birthday neared, and she worried that I would not have this and that. In the end everything was packed quite splendidly, and I thanked her, promising to send home some of my weaving that she so loves.
Seeing me off at the station was no less difficult for her, and she waved me off with eyes full of tears, fighting to keep a big smile on her face.
The train ride was much more serene, however I found it rather interesting how much the other passengers liked to look at me. They whispered things, and I wished I could have heard. I do so love when people are interested in me, and some of the things they have to say about me are absolutely flattering. They make comments using the words "ghastly" and "dreadful" and I immediately find myself with a pleased smile on my face that they noticed the effort I put into my special traveling dress and matching luggage.
We arrived at Campus Station just after sunset, and the others disembarking continued to compliment me on the way off of the train. I thanked one of the older men as he kindly mentioned the ghoulish nature of my clothing, and by the way he went silent and hurried away with a brisk step, I think he greatly appreciated the thanks.
It seemed most of the other students had gone to bed when I arrived, and as I walked down the dark, empty road to my new apartment, I thought it a rather charming and suitable welcome. Again, I found myself with a smile.
I took that night to begin setting up my room, decorating it with my favourite candles, lace and ornaments, and even a little of my hand-spun webbing in the corners of the ceiling and my bed posts, to give it that homely touch. Mother has promised to transport my vanity mirror to me within the week, however I told her not to overwork herself too hard, and insisted she at least take a break before spoiling me much more. Even so, she will probably try to get it to me even sooner then that.
For now, dear Journal, I bid thee goodnight. My silk bedsheets and pillows do beckon for me to sleep, and now that I have washed my face, I grow tired.
Fare thee well...until next time~ spinning as she sprawls,
thank god the curtains fall
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 3:04 pm
Herr Drosselmeyer's Doll,
there she is on the stage[.RP || IN PROGRESS / INCOMPLETE.][.to be organized.]
[Widow || Phoe]
It hadn't been the best of days, but then again, Phoenix couldn't remember the last time he'd had a truly wonderful day. With a huff and a fluff of his feathers, he ran clawed fingertips over the spines of the books, not really looking at them, simply enjoying the way that they felt on the pads of his fingers. Frowning slightly, the winged boy finally stopped, realizing that he'd been meandering rather pointlessly, with The Art of War under his arm and with no real destination in mind. Sighing softly, he finally backed up to take a gander at where he had arrived. Oh. Grand. He appeared to be deep in the dark bowels of the fiction section...most fiction, he rather supposed to be drivel, unless it had a point. He'd seen couches somewhere back there, but he somehow didn't think that he really wanted to make the trek back in that direction. Leaning back against the bookshelf, he just popped open the tome in his arms right there...the light wasn't the best, but it would do. Though he loathed simply settling for things...he had his exceptions.
She might as well have formed out of the shadows for how silently she moved, and how well she seemed to blend in with the poor light. She had seen the mythical boy approaching from her most favorite seat in the furthest corner, and, intrigued by the way he seemed to give off his own hazy glow in the darkness, the brilliant sheen of his golden rainbow feathers, she cwas drawn towards him. She was no moth, but something so bright and interesting entering her space was /well/ worth a look.
"I highly reccomend Monsieur Potiron, if you are interested in the more refined horror fiction~" Widow crooned smoothly.
Slowly, the phoenix's head pivoted, turning to eye her, and one brow slowly raised upwards. He hadn't even seen her there, in her corner, and it irked him, lines appeared betwixt his eyes as Phoe frowned ever so slightly. "And what are his works like, might I inquire?" The boy's tone was haughty, as he regarded her, the dark lass sitting with her novels. He seemed rather well-spoken for his age, and in a completely demeaning sort of manner, as though he would dismiss her entirely, should her answer not please him.
"Oh, simply wonderful~" She purred in her silken tone, "Some have criticized him for overuse of descriptive words, accusing him of purple prose, but I just adore the picture he paints with every page...it always conjures the most beautiful and precise images in my head. Indeed his storylines are dismissed by those who are not fans of horror, but I myself can never get enough of it," had she posessed more humanoid eyes, they likely would have been glossing over as she went on about her favorite author. The mask, however, in unison with Widow's glassy black eyes, rendered her face nearly emotionless. Her voice, however, was dreamy and laced with admiration for the ancient author.
Well then, the way that she said it certainly sold the product to the audience that the lass was trying to market it to. "Really?" He inquired, shifting from his relaxed position to meander over in her direction. Despite her rather unique appearance, striking, if not a little unnerving, she obviously had a mind encased behind those ebon eyes...unlike many of his classmates. "I would assume his works reside within this section then?" She seemed so very at home here, as though it was her own personal haunt, a lair if you will. It seemed befitting for a spider.
Widow bought one of her four shiny black hands up to her mouth, giving a soft laugh that seemed to jingle like tiny silver bells. She moved very little, but when she did move it was in smooth, deliberate motions. "Exclusively, yes~" She sang, "The works he wrote before he died are his best, if I may make another recommendation. Sadly, much of the splendour was lost in translation. Do you know french?" Her question sounded almost hopeful, and had she any expression she would have looked curious and inquisitive.
He canted his head to one side, seemingly bemused by her actions. Though initially her appearance had been a tad offputting, at the moment he found her a very elegant creature, and that in and of itself appealed to him. "I know a goodly portion of the language, yes." Naturally he had an interest, and he found that as he studied....things came to him in a very swift fashion, as though he was merely recalling them, instead of taking interest in something entirely new. "Enough to read a regular novel, and I'd hardly think this would...throw me for a spin." Already his eyes had turned to the shelves, wrinkling his nose as he skimmed over titles and authors.
"The very top shelf...Minuit is my very favorite, I have read it many times. I think you would appreciate it." She motioned lightly with one of her hands, indicating a thick old book on the highest, dustiest shelf. "Should you have any trouble with it, I would be happy to translate a little~" A moments hesitation. Widow looked down at the book in her own hand, turning it over and considering it, "Or this, The Lover's Ballet...it is more a romance, to my mind, but others have deemed it quite scary. If you like romance, you may prefer this one~"
Wrinkling his nose again, something he apparently did when considering something, he then leaned up, moving to get on tip-toe, claws fumbling at the edge of the book. With a huff, he withdrew the touch after a moment, as he knew he looked rather ungainly attempting to fetch the tome in such a haphazard manner. "I think that will require a stool..." He muttered, looking at the book as one might an old rival. He would most assuredly have it in his hands before his departure. Turning to her once more, he put a hand atop the book she was holding. "But aren't you still perusing it?" Even he knew it would be a breach of courtesy to snitch from a lady.
She offered the book out to him with two hands, managing the faintest polite smile through her white mask. "I have read this many times as well. We had these books at home, mother was a fan of him, as I am. Should you still prefer the other, however, I can fetch it for you~"
Eyeing that high-shelved book once more, as an issue of pride, he decided against it, reaching forth to take the proferred novel. "One should suffice for now..." He replied confidently, "And I can come back for the second once I'm done, best not to bite off more than I can chew. That, and just the one might not get lost amidst my rommates' clutter..." When one was dealing with more than one personality in the same body, things tended to get a touch more complicated, at least, that was what Phoenix had noticed, he could hardly sympathize.
Widow gave her soft, tinkling laugh again. "My roommate is quite excitable, something of an artist, and very expressive...however I have no trouble from her. She does not seem to like my room, however~" She said this with little concern, not seeming to mind the fact that her roommate was utterly terrified of the way in which she'd arranged her own room, and avoided it as though it was infested with a shell-eating virus.
Well that didn't seem too terrible at all, in fact, Phoenix found himself rather envious. He'd rather a flighty artist than the multi-faceted terror that was the Hydra. "I think you're rather lucky in that...mine has multiple heads...and never shuts up. Though I suppose with that many mouths each of them want their turn in the spotlight. It's horrific when they can't agree on something." Honestly, Phoenix was less than pleased about the idea of students with more than one 'self'...it was more confusing than anything, and intensely annoying. It certainly took the simplicity out of passing conversation, that much was to be sure. "Ah, my manners...if you hadn't gathered, I'm Phoenix." Tucking the book under an arm, he extended a hand to the lady before him.
Widow listened politely, not seeming disinterested at all, but not over-acting to seem more interested then she was either. The blank expression frozen on her mask may have made her seem otherwise less interested, but her polite nodding compensated for it as much as it could. At his self introduction, she smiled her faint smile again and took his hand lightly. "I am Black Widow. You may call me Widow, as others do, if you so wish~" It was impossible to tell where her deep black eyes were looking, if she was not aiming her face in that direction, a fact of which she seemed to be aware, permanently keeping her face turned towards Phoe's.
"Ah, it is a pleasure then, Widow..." She seemed a most educated individual, and that raised her higher in the myth-child's estimation. "Do you frequent this place often?" In fact, she seemed so at home here, he had to wonder if this was where she spent her free time. Not at all a bad thing, as the library was one of the phoenix's own favorites, but a spider...well, he could see that she could all too easily claim one of the corners as her own, and there would be few that would try to test that claim. Her strange, unchanging features should, perhaps, have unnerved him, but instead, he found them refreshingly placid, not tumultuous, as were the rather idiotic mugs of so many of his fellow students.
Again, she laughed lightly, waving one of her hands dismissively. "Oh, frequent? I would live here, if I could. Sadly there is shopping, study, all those meals every day..." She seemed to be smiling a little more, but it was difficult to tell. "When I have the chance, sometimes I even eat or study here. The couches are /quite/ comfortable, and I do so appreciate the peace and quiet it offers from the more excitable students." She didn't say it as though she resented the louder, more energetic students, however. Moreso like a grandmother fondly discussing how playful her grandchildren were.
"I can see that such is the case..." It was an easy observation to make of the place, after all, and that Widow was so at home amidst the rows of books and the shelves that contained them...not a wonder at all. "I may have to seek solitude here more often. I'd no idea that you could get away with taking your meals here." Though perhaps she was something of an exception...if she wasn't, however, he was rather keen on following suit. Sometimes the cafeteria was exceptionally annoying. He too had some people he'd rather find time away from, as it seemed that Rae came upon him at every turn, bringing annoyance and mayhem.
Widow nodded politely. "The librarians seem to trust me, however I am sure they would not object to one of the Indignadi house bringing their food in." She motioned with a hand to the small cluster of old couches tucked away in the corner. "It is extremely comfortable in here. Besides the peace and quiet, that is~" While she was not nearly as bothered by the other children, Widow found it difficult to read or study around the more noisy ones, and made a habit of never eating publically. Her brow furrowed only slightly at the thought of the Phoenix watching her eat, but she supposed she could move her lunchtimes to her room, and her expression evened back out at once.
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[Widow || Raven]
Raven loved night flights. They were calm and easy-going, and it meant he could flutter over the waterfront, without having to worry about the irritation that was usually other students. Letting one black-nailed hand droop into the water, he smiled as his hand broke the reflection of a full moon, causing ripples to meet waves. Letting his dark wings stretch wide, he easily landed on the bank, sitting down, to watch the chaos on the glassy surface that he'd caused.
Widow had been reading herself since nightfall, perched delicately on a silk swing she had woven for herself under a big old tree. One pair of hands grasped the white threads on either side of her, the other pair held the book parted open on front of her. Glassy black eyes silently looking through the book. The quiet flutter of wings drew her attention, and lifting her expressionless white face observing the boy who had landed barely meters from her swing. It was not uncommon for her to go unnoticed, and admittedly she found pleasure in emerging from the shadows to startle unwitting classmates.
"You fly very gracefully~" She cooed softly, not closing the book on her lap.
Looking up from his calm water-gazing, he tipped his head, looking at her with calm gold eyes, "Thanks, I guess." His usual uncouth language had dropped, and he seemed at peace, unlike he was in class, and on the grounds, "I'm Raven....though everyone calls me Rae. Personal choice. Who're you?" She was really pretty, and obviously one of the Jer...can...whatever the hell the bug house's name was said like. Meant he had no real issues with her, unlike he did with one of the kids from the Myth house.
She nodded her head respectfully, looking at him with unblinkinging eyes. "I am Black Widow. You may simply call me Widow, everyone else who is inclined to speak to me does so." She observed him quietly for a moment, looking over his clothes, wings, and finally his face. "May I ask what you're doing out here so late?"
And just as she studied him, so he studied her. Damn, she was dainty...really interesting too. Sorta dark, in the good way. Glancing at her eyes, he smiled, a bit shyly, "Yeah....I was actually taking a night flight. They help me calm down after a long day, and believe me, I've had one." His wings ruffled, "Let's just say I have a rival in school...and he and I REALLY don't get on well..." He was, of course, talking about the eletist of a Phoenix, the one he'd mentally declared his arch-nemesis, like something directly out of a freaking comic.
Widow laughed lightly, placing the fingers of one hand delicately over her mouth as she did so. "Oh, goodness. Was it something he did, or said, might I ask?" Widow herself had never had an enemy that she could recall. Of course, not everyone could handle her emotionless, latex face, dark victorian dress sense, and bizarre tastes, but she did not dislike those people for their opinion of her. She just simply was not friends with them.
He grinned a bit, stretching, "He's an arrogant p***k who thinks that anyone else around him is a lowly moron. Then again, I like to piss him off, so that might just be me." Unlike those sorts, Raven was actually finding this girl....Nice to talk to, a potential friend in this chaotic hole, "So....what are you reading, if you don't mind me asking, miss Widow?"
"Oh, nothing much..." She responded rather airily, waving one of her hands dismissively. "I am rather fond of french literature. While it's difficult to understand the romanticism of their fruits and flowers from a spider's perspective, I still find them so...serene. Delicate; so easily breakable, yet so beautiful. Do you not agree~?" The way she spoke was passionate, but somehow still so calm and quiet. She moved very little, slowly moving her legs to rock ever so slightly back and forth on her silk swing.
Wings relaxing, as he gazed at her, the Raven's eyes lit up,"....You like French literature? I totally agree...I mean, the way things go...it's just so.....light....fragile..." Thinking back, he'd heard some french once, hadn't he? The bird made a note to look up some words, so the next time he saw her, he could recite something. Silly little notion, that, but hey, he was a bit of a softie, not that anyone would know. He was also REALLY good with accents...
She smiled as much as she could through the latex mask, continuing to swing ever so slightly. "I have always been so curious about them. At one time I grew some flowers of my own, however I left those at home, with mother. True flowers are never quite as fascinating as those who have been incarnated." Again with that passionate yet calm tone. She opened up quickly, seeming unconcerned about meeting a new face, speaking as though talking to a brother.
He grinned, "Yeah, I have to agree with you." Getting up, he let himself flutter up into the tree, landing on one of the branches abover her swing, to grin down at her, the feathers on his ears fluttering in a tiny breeze, "I know this great place that grows flowers. Maybe I'll buy you some?"
Widow gazed up at him, starting to swing back and forth a little more with every swing, the picture of serenity. "Mm, well my birthday is not for a while, but if you wish to buy me flowers, I would not object. I would rather like it, I think." She offered up one of her barely-visible smiles in response, motioning up to. "I will have to get you something in return~"
He grinned, "Don't worry about it. I like getting people presents." Fluttering back down, he gently took one of her hands, giggling softly. He felt like being a gentleman for a moment, and he leaned in, gently kissing it, "'Sides~ It's only polite." He felt like being a bit of a charmer. Rae could be sweet, after all.
Widow gave her light, airy laugh again, wiggling her fingers lightly in the Raven's grasp. "My, such a gentleman. Are you always this good to your lady friends~?" Her tone was as airy as her laugh. She found the boy interesting, and, while she was interested in romance novels, she took friendships quite lightly.
Raven laughed and grinned, "I wouldn't know." Letting go of the other's hand, he leaned against the tree, "Eh...Never really had any friends, you know? Most people don't really get to meet me like this...." He looked a bit shy, ruffling his own hair in a very nervous manner. He really didn't have many friends, not even in his own house.
She inclined her head slightly to one side at this, seeming confused at the notion. "Meet you like what?" Admittedly she had very few friends herself, but she considered herself friendly with anyone who didn't outright hate her. She couldn't quite grasp it. Was he usually unfriendly? Grouchy during the day? Didn't like large groups of people? She wondered what could possibly keep a nice boy from making friends.
"I'm not usually very....sociable" Best way to say it. NO one really had ever met him without him being a right jerk. He was a bit of a brat, half the time, but night times...he could relax and calm down. He liked being able to do just that, since it allowed him time to just....not be irritated or ruffled.
She tilted her head the other, way, observing him with curiosity. Of course her stare remained blank, but seemed to give off the emotion none the less. "Not usually? Well, why not?" She inquired. I was still all quite the mystery to her; she already considered Raven an intelligent and friendly boy, and couldn't fathom him being otherwise.
"Catch me around the Phoenix jerk and you'll see..." He muttered, praying she'd never have to see that side of him. It wasn't exactly MODEL behavior. He rather disliked the other though, and a lot of the time, he just acted the way he did around other students because they pissed him off....alot. She was different...quiet, delicate, smart....It was nice.
Widow stuck out her bottom lip ever-so-slightly in contemplation, looking the boy over for a long moment. "If it is not so rude of me to ask...does one have something of a temper around others, at times?" This was the only reason, she could logically conclude, that the Raven would not be surrounded by many good friends.
"Most people..." He tried to explain this, "Don't catch me when I'm calm...When I'm on campus, I'm usually kinda riled up...." He sighed, "For some reason, it just makes my feathers fluff up....Not my thing..." Raven sighed, "I'm not too good with people either....not on campus, where everyone's just...like..," He had NO idea how to explain this, "Words fail me sometimes...."
"Overbearing?" Widow offered helpfully, head still tilted to one side. "The other children can be quite boisterous, and I can understand how that would get on one's nerves." Despite her quiet nature, Widow herself had no problem with louder children. Of course, those children never seemed to slow down long enough to get to know her, but she didn't mind that fact either.
He chuckled a bit, "Eh....I'm not all that fond of them." Looking up, he noted the Moon's position, and sighed, "You know, if we want sleep tonight, miss Widow, We'd both best be headding back to Campus." Leaning back, he sighed, "Though this really was nice..."
She turned her white face to the moon, seeming to consider it a moment before nodding. "That would be best. But I must agree, it was lovely to meet you. Hopefully when we meet again, you are in such a good mood as you were tonight~" She turned her face back to him, offering a serene smile, but not getting up from her swing. It seemed she planned to stay out there longer, but did not object to Raven taking his leave; she understood other children needed more sleep then she seemed to need.
He nodded eagerly, and kissed her hand again, spreading his wings and taking off. It wasn't hard for him to catch a draft, the smile on his face wide.
Well this had been one hell of a perfect night.
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[Widow || Raven]
[CLASS] literature and composition || [link] spinning as she sprawls,
thank god the curtains fall
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_ggone_________________ Captain
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