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 Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 1:51 pm
Traveling: Getting to the Academy-solo (WIP)
Everyday was one that simply seemed to drag on. That was always how it had to be, granted no one would actually know about what would happen with the girl being left to her own devices. She'd been on a leash for so long it was never something she thought too much on. Despite being defiant, and 'mouthy' as her father put it. Illystria walked with her head held high, and nothing more than the clothing on her back, and her few trinkets in a sack.
She'd been traveling for a few days, and was still two days away from the academy. She'd seen students, most of them better off than she, riding in carriages, and moving forward like no other. In passing she'd seen strangely dressed people, some with ears, some with tails, some looking stranger than anything she'd witnessed before. But it was not that which surprised her, but how they treated one another. The friendly atmosphere simply put her out of sorts.
She had found a small place to stay the night, for dirt cheap, which was all she'd had on her. The next few days will be spent sleeping outside, and hoping I can find a squirrel to eat. It was her only thought as she moved to sleep on the mostly clean cot they spared her. Exhaustion claimed her body as her mind continued to plan, soon enough she was asleep. It would be a long day.
A shift of the air woke her up, being raised as she had been, she made no obvious move that she was awake, then peeked from a half lid to see what was going on. Someone was standing above her bed, breathing heavily.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 1:53 pm
Academy Dairy: Day 1
Worry. My mind is filled with worry. I have to work on that, try not to think of what's going on at home, what's been done, what's happening to them. Damn it. Ari and Liana know to run. I have to keep reminding myself of that. I can't believe I have to write in this thing...what a requirement? I Just...I don't know anymore.
What am I supposed to think of a place that's...beyond what I ever imagined I'd see? I'm looking at ancient walls that seem to hold secrets....I want to know more, but at the same time I don't want to go looking because...I'm alone here...what happens if I get lost? No one's going to give a damn about some stray student disappearing..... I'm...urgh...I wonder if there's a big enough library I won't feel claustrophobic in it. I feel like maybe this whole place is just meant to torture us phsychologically and then spit us out as nice proper little witches. Well no thank you, I want to be big, flashy and famous. That way I can.....
Switching gears. I am a little intimidated by this place, so I figure that's why I'm rambling as much as I am right now. It is, after all the largest place I've ever even seen being from well sort of outside of a village. I found a map when I got here, and...well Lilium Hallow....is a lot bigger than I thought it was...and some of the cities sound exciting and scary all at once. I...wonder why he never told me about it...Maybe he didn't want me to disappear like mom...not that I would have...I couldn't leave the girls...If I did...who knows what would happen.
I want to go back...but I want to better my life and my sister's lives. I have to...stay and get it all done, if I don't how can I look them in the eyes again?
Oof. My whole page is filled with stuff that sounds terribly traumatic. Heh...I hope no one sneaks in to read this thing...I'm just terribly in need of others to talk to. I guess...Anyway, I'm done with you for now, so...I'll write again sometime. Really I will...I keep my word...most of the time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 1:54 pm
Day: Who CARES?
Sunny, boring...bloody well nothing going on for weeks on end at this...School. The classes aren't anything special, nothing to write home about, classmates...selfish, likely backstabbing, and completely useless for anything other than being wrapped up in their own head games. I've yet to actually interact with them, but from observations...they're just waiting to be eaten by whatever these things they keep calling by some weird name...Can't recall it right now. But for the time being I'm headed off to a tree....And worried like hell about...Oh to hell with it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 2:08 pm
A Chance Meeting, Destiny perhaps (WIP IM With Rhys)
Players: Rinial in Maroon and Strawberri Stardust in Chocolate brown
Another day, another pile of books from the library. Illystria sat not in a tree as per usual, but near one of the fountains. The slight cooling effect from the water was enough to keep away the heat that had started to develop in the coming weeks.
Her fingers slid over the pages, reading each passage carefully, committing each gruesome detail to memory as she flipped the somewhat worn out paper. She was somewhat obsessed with those kinds of stories, since things hadn't been terribly easy at her own home. So the more severe the gore, and horror, the more she felt a kind of normalcy for where she'd come from.
Shifting to lay down, her shoes discarded nearby, completely oblivious she kept on reading away.
Rhys frowned as the heat raised a slight sweat on his exposed skin. It wasn't a feeling he particularly enjoyed, and he was thankful that though his familiar and his masked looked like chocolate, they wouldn't actually melt in this weather. With fingers stuck in his pockets, he let his bare feet lead him to water. The fountain he came to was already occupied, but that didn't bother him at all. In fact, since it was a cute little witchling girl, Rhys was quite pleased. As he came closer, he could see she was reading a book, providing him with a perfect opening line.
"So," he began, "Whatcha readin'?"
As was the typical case when she was reading it took her a few moments to register that she had been spoken to. This time however she was not being called a lady, but instead it was an inquiry as to her reading choice. That allowed her a little more of a distinct manner that was polite rather than...rudeness that she generally gave those who interrupted her reading needlessly, "Delirium of the Devils." It was a short answer in a mild toned voice, low for a girl's voice, but it matched her looks. Sitting up she made sure to keep her skirt from affording too much of a view as her legs shifted so she was sitting cross-legged. Since he'd only asked her one question she assumed his curiosity had been sated and he would likely ignore her for the rest of the time she was there.
Rhys watched as it took her a moment to answer his question. Her voice was nice, not a high pitch like most girls her age. He hated that high pitch to some girls' voices. It was just plain annoying. No, this girl's voice was quite nice on his ears as he smiled at her. "That's quite an odd reading choice for a girl like you, isn't it?" he asked as he came closer and sat next to her, leaning over to peek at her book.
He sat next to her and she blinked at him, again he spoke, asking a question of her rather than going on his way, "I don't see how it's odd...Perhaps my gender would be an issue if I was raised as a lady, however, I had no such teaching, and this is what I prefer to read. Realistic barbarism as it were." She shrugged as she was at the most brutal part of the book, a scene that truly personafied gore and hatred, "What should I be reading, if I were the type of girl you seem to think I am?"
He smirked a little. "I see~" he said and read a bit of the book, blinking. "That's some...gory stuff. What should you be reading?" He shrugged a shoulder and turned to play in the water with one hand. "Anything you want, I suppose. It's society as a whole that thinks you should be reading other things."
"Yes, like romance novels... apparently." She sighed a little, then stretched, "Gore is real, love on the other hand is a farce." She gave him a serious look, completely confident in her thoughts on that emotion. Since it was not something she'd ever known, how else would it be in the real world? She smirked, something sadistic behind it, that faded out as she flipped another page of the book, continuing on through the story, even with his presence there.
He chuckled softly at her opinion of love. "Nah, you got it all wrong, darlin'. Love isn't a farce, it's just hard to attain. Well. True love is anyway. A lot of people think they have it when they really don't. Someone is always being unfaithful, or just lying," he said and shrugged, then smirked. "That's why I avoid it at all costs~ Playing at love is much simpler than trying to find the real thing."
Illystria's eyes narrowed at him, "Love exists within your world. Not mine. Save for that which is towards my sisters. Everyone else is simply there to use one." She gave him a somewhat sadistic smirk, which was rare, "Love games. I'm sure there are many girls who enjoy playing such things with you." She flipped another page, "I'm sure you'll do well with all the fluttering girl's hearts floating about." Her eyes lit on a passage that caused a squeak of interest and she was silent for a short while.
He shrugged again. "If you say so. I think you just haven't had a chance to try it for yourself," he told her and smirked. "Oh? Does that mean you think I'm cute~?" He grinned and turned flirtatious eyes on her, then blinked when she squeaked. "That was adorable!~ Do it again," he laughed and poked her side.
She was going to speak when he poked her side and caused a slew of curses and squeaks as she scooted away from the offending finger, "Cute? I think that as a male you are surely attractive to females, not necessarily to me personally, but I'm sure someone will find you attractive." She almost gasped it out of breath. She was horribly ticklish due to the number of punishments she'd received as a child, and now was not the time to have it discovered by some stranger, "And of course I won't give some mushy emotion such as love a chance. I've read the romance novels, and...and what one does when they are in love is completely unthinkable to me." She scowled deeply then returned to her book, hoping a little that he'd understand she was not in a mood to be poked again.
"Only as a male?" he asked teasingly, chuckling at her squeaks and curses. "Hm. May I ask what it is about me you don't find cute~?" He shook his head a little. This was certainly a strange female, nothing like anyone he'd met before, but also curiously much more interesting than the others. She stuck her nose back in her book and he smirked. "I guess you're trying to tell me without so many words that you would like to be left alone, is that true?"
Her attempting to hide behind the book was not necessarily a way to get him to leave her alone, but to get him not to poke her again, "You poked me. I do not have a firm grasp on the outside world, but I don't think poking a complete stranger is something that's normal." She pouted at him then grumbled, and took a deep breath, "I am sure you are attractive, you are cute, and pretty, and I am more than happy to converse with you, but expecting me to get flustered or flirt back is simply out of the question." It was such a matter of fact tone as she spoke.
"Aha, I see," he murmured, watching her still. "Are you sure~? Or is it something you say only to appease me?" He chuckles softly. "What is wrong with poking a stranger? Also, it's quite an easy thing to become acquaintances, and dare I say it, friends? My name is Rhys. May I ask your's?" he asked before flashing her a charming smile.
Illystria stared at him, somewhat in disbelief as he asked if she was saying something only to appease him, setting down her book she looked at him dead on, a much clearer view of the scar on the left side of her face as she looked at him, "What reason would I have to appease you?" She then blinked as he gave her his name and asked hers in return, giving a smile out of reflex she spoke, "Illystria." She did like her name, she even liked saying it, but most times she said it out loud by herself, so giving it to someone else was rather...odd. But then she'd given it to the fish boy, but she was sure he only asked out of strange interest rather than anything truly sincere.
Rhys sobered a touch when he caught a glimpse of the scar on her face, but his curiosity quickly filled the void. He shrugged at her question. "Some people are just like that," he said. "Illystria. Quite a strange name. I don't think I've ever heard it before." He grinned and leaned back a touch. "It just rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it? Illystria~" With a small laugh, he repeated her name several times in different ways, much like a child with a new toy. After a few moments, however, he was done and turned his attention back to her. "So tell me, Illystria, what cause that scar upon your pretty face?"
She narrowed her eyes as he spoke her name several times, like some new found interest in a game. It sounded interesting, but he was just enjoying it too much. When he decided to ask another question it was about the scar. And the word he spoke after that was one she detested more than the word cute, "The scar was from my father. It was punishment. I don't remember what for, but it was when I was seven." Illystria looked off to the side, with a rather wry smirk on her face, "I have worse ones than what's on my face, but that's not something terribly interesting." Her father was the reason she didn't deal with love and affection. Why she felt it didn't exist, and that it would never exist for her. She was hated, by her father, and likely her mother who left them. The only things that cared about her living was her sisters, and for now they were under her father's care. But soon she'd take them away from him...yes soon. Coming back to her thoughts, "As you can tell by this," She gestured to the scar, "I have no reason to play at love or believe in the real thing.
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