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 Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 7:28 pm
Location: - Hyuani Food Courts-
It was easier to just study some place less crowded but Nash was a young boy still growing. He had an insatiable appetite for knowledge and in this case food. Taking his studies to the food court was easy enough, now if only he could concentrate long enough to go over his notes he might not feel inclined to throw his drink across the space between himself and a bunch of clucking girls. They probably worked in the area and were on their break.
Whatever... with a hefty sigh, Nash buckled down looking over his work. He was always in the books it seemed lately. Any time left to himself to think resulted in his constant fits of homesickness. While he would never return home if given the chance, he still missed the few friends he had.
He smiled to himself biting into one of many burgers he had purchased for his lunch. Nash above all things had an abyss of endlessness when it came to his stomach. Splayed out on the table was not only his study sheets and notebooks but four hamburgers with everything on it, two milkshakes, three orders of fries and a slice of pie. He smiled to himself as he finished his current hamburger reaching for another as he jotted down some notes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 6:00 am
Scyeth was tired. He was tired, cranky, and now he was hungry. And while people were certainly the last thing the teenager wanted to deal with right now, he supposed he'd probably have to put up with mass stupidity for a while in order to get something to eat. So with that in mind, the blond made his way to the island's mall. What was he going to eat, anyways? Probably the usual.
Upon swinging into the food court, Scyeth spied his gaggle of females, a boy nearby, and a few lines. Hmm. It wasn't terribly busy today. That was good. He offered a wave to the squawking girls, hoping they'd be content with just a quick hello today. He wasn't in the mood for gossip. (He was always a fan of rumors.) He really wasn't in the mood for people today. Ug. People. Speaking of. What was a student doing here, studying? (He could only be a student. Even if Scyeth didn't recognize him, he recognized the badge.)
Taking on an absolutely evil smile, the boy sauntered over with all the grace of a cat on the prowl and snatched up the boys notes. Hmmm. He wondered if these were useful. Mhhm, didn't really look like it. The teenager dropped the papers and plucked a milkshake from Nash's collection. "Howdy, par'ner," he said, looking entirely too smug as he flopped down in an empty seat. Nothing could cure a case of bad days like a little tormenting.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 3:32 am
Nash looked up with a soft yelp as his notes were snatched from view. Watching the new face he didn't say much at first his mind trying to figure out how to go about this new turn of events. When his papers were returned but his extra shake was snatched up instead he sighed deeply. "Oh... you're one of those." He muttered unenthusiastically. Leaning back in his chair he crossed his arms over his chest a rather unbecoming glare fixing his eyes. "I had wondered when you'd rear you're ugly head. There's usually one roaming about in school settings, even a prestigious one like this." With a great sigh he pulled out his wallet. "So are you the lunch money type or do you prefer tormenting people to make yourself look big?" He wondered.
Reaching for his unfinished drink he sipped at it, collecting his notes and setting them straight. With another annoyed sigh he just ignored the other maybe he'd leave him alone maybe not, whatever the case he had studying to do.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:45 am
Scyeth stiffened as soon as Nash spoke, nearly choking on the milkshake. He fixed the younger student with a nasty glare and cleared his throat, making something of an inhuman growl in the process. The little one had really better think before he got himself into something he couldn't get back out of. He dropped the milkshake to the table and locked gazes with the other student.
"Don't even think about classifying me," the blond hissed, shoving a hand through his messy hair. He leaned back and shook his head, as though preening and showing off. "However, I don't need your money." A snort. "And I don't torment people to make myself feel good. I do it because they deserve it." Scyeth looked back at Nash and narrowed his eyes.
Do you really want to go down this road, little one?
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:30 am
Nash sighed again he could either be hitting the nail on the head or completely wrong about this person. Allowing his violet gaze to rove over the other for a moment he wondered if maybe he had classified him incorrectly. Well he did come up and snatch up his papers then plop them down with a careless flop. He snatched up one of his drinks without even asking first, and here he was snapping although he didn't seem to be going all out he still seemed irritated.
"Alright if classifying you was wrong then I sincerely apologize. It's not everyday that I'm greeted with someone snatching up my notes and tossing them about while stealing my drink and not asking first. That's quite a way to introduce yourself." He scratched his head looking a bit annoyed. "So ... um... I'm Nash, it's nice to meet ya?" Nash realized as he finished mouthing off that he was tired. Maybe all this book work he prided himself on was wearing him out. Here he was giving another student he only just met grief but then again something about this particular student annoyed him and it didn't help that Scythe took his extra milkshake. He liked his milkshakes... maybe that's why he was annoyed. The milkshake!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:26 pm
Scyeth sighed and scritched his chin. That was more like it. Nothing annoyed the Australian youth more than people who took it upon themselves to judge him and his way of being before they took the time to get to know him even the slightest. The blond sighed again, rubbing his entire his face as he watched Nash, the wicked look drained away.
"Well, if I asked, you would have surely said no," Scyeth reasoned, raising his eyebrows. "And, quite frankly, I didn't think you needed three." I mean, just look at him. He was scrawny! Scyeth grunted and reached over, taking a long, lazy sip on the straw while he debated the merits on giving his name. Oh, whatever. He was already labeled as 'schoolwide troublemaker'. (And that was what he had wanted, wasn't it?)
"I'm Scyeth. Scyeth Akazar," he drawled, fixing his gaze on Nash once more. "Science and Technology Student. Where are you headed, punk?" he asked, sipping on the milkshake again. Just because he started out with one face didn't mean he wasn't ready to switch to another.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 4:52 am
Rolling his eyes, Nash figured this was just who Scyeth was. It didn't too much matter at this point. He had grown tired of studying and there was only so much the brain could retain in one day.
Looking over the table he began gathering his notes, neatly shuffling them together before placing them in his bag. Sitting leisurely he sipped at his drink allowing a long awkward pause before he would speak to the other student. After a moment he finally did speak up, "Magic." He muttered with a slight pout to his lips. "I'm studying for School of Magic." Seriously did he have to go and call him a punk? With a roll of his eyes again he just let it slide. Whatever, it was only a word no point getting all riled over it.
Though now he was at a stalemate, after answering Scyeth he had nothing else he wanted to really say. This student didn't seem like a very open conversationalist. Great just what he needed.... though maybe it wouldn't hurt to at least try. "Alright so the punk has answered your questions. Mind answering a few of my own?" He asked though wasn't fishing for approval. He just as soon ask and if Scyeth choose not to answer that was fine. "Why'd you choose S&T?" Okay so maybe it was none of his business and to be honest he didn't care but if he was going to see this guy throughout he halls he might as well make an effort to be civil. Again he couldn't help pouting.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 5:30 am
"Magic, huh?" Scyeth shrugged and shook his head. "Looks like all the unregistered kids are going into magic." Quite frankly, the only future science student Scyeth could think of was Nat. The very thought sent a hot shot of pure anger rushing through the blond's veins. He bristled silently and took another sip of the shake while he settled himself back down. Magic had never interested him. He knew what he wanted since Day One.
The Aussie's otherwise dark look absolutely lit up when Nash inquired after it. It would seem the younger student already knew how to push all his buttons, good and bad, no matter how haphazardly he did it. "Because I want to be a soldier. Someday, I'll be one the of the greatest generals the world has ever seen," Scyeth replied enthusiastically, setting his down so he could use his hands to talk. "My dad was all talk, but I'm all about the action. I want to get things done. Make a difference." The wicked smile was replaced by a smaller, softer grin.
"What about you? Why magic?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:45 am
"Hm? Me? Uh..." Nash hadn't expected such an open response but the excitement from Scyeth was well received as a rather bright smile played across his carrot-top features. "Well I could be chasing a dream but I'm doing it to understand my father." He replied, thinking for a moment to better explain himself he took a quick sip of his milkshake the result a sudden freeze of his brain. "Ack crap!" With a slight chuckle he managed to massage the freeze away glaring mostly for himself. "Anyway... my pa was into magic a lot. He couldn't really do much but he had a lot of books on the subject. It was a topic that seemed to light up his day. In all honesty I have no clue what he was doing with all those books but he looked like he was researching something really important." He paused scratching his nose then looked out over the sea of people in the food court. "I just wish that guy would have left a clue or something. Don't know where he is in the world but I'm going to use what I know and what he taught me to maybe find out what he was researching. Who knows I might run into him along the way."
Nash made a face reaching for his milkshake as he took a drink. "Sorry... I tend to run my mouth a bit." He muttered but then smiled again. "But I have to admit being a general sounds pretty badass. It suits you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 3:17 pm
"Oh, that's cool, I guess." Scyeth would never understand all that 'be like my father' or 'make my father proud' nonsense. "You and your dad get along well, then?" he paused, and frowned a little. "Oh, he's gone. That sucks. I wish mine was gone," Scyeth muttered, nightmares far and away during the middle of the day. "My mom's dead, though. I get it," he rambled on, as though the milkshake had loosened his tongue, or something.
Scyeth took a long sip and shrugged. "Whatever. It's cool." He actually liked listening, despite all the 'get out of my way before I make you' vibes he gave off. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I was destined for it," Scyeth replied, blue eyes shining vibrantly. "I've known I wanted it for as long as I can remember. My father always wanted me to make something out of myself, I suppose any father wants that of his son, but." He shrugged. "I'm not interested in politics. My dad's a politician," he admitted, making a face. No one really liked politicians. "Not for me, though. I want to make a difference for everyone, not just the upper circles."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 11:47 pm
Nash didn't know much about politics and could relate to Scyeth not liking it either. "It makes sense to go into a field of study you understand better. Though I probably should just be a researcher, I'm not very good at fighting for myself let alone others and I know a little to nothing about science and technology anyway. Magic is all I know even if it's just a little." He frowned a moment, glaring at a fly that found its way into the food court. Giving it a quick sweep of his hand it fluttered off to bug someone else while Nash looked to the other across the table.
"You know... I'm almost scared to find out what happened to my dad." He breathed looking at the wrapper of his burger. "I mean all these years and not a single letter home. I've moved since then but you'd think a father who loved his son would at least make contact. I'm worried he's either abandoned me for selfish reason or his obsession with magic has lead to his end.... I don't want to chase after a ghost but..." He trailed off giving himself a quick pat on the cheek to liven up. "...Anyway. I'll keep my hopes up for now. At least with an answer I can find my own way in life."
With a light chuckle he tilted his head curiously watching the other student. "What about your father? To send you here he must want the best for you? What's it like having a father around anyway?
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 8:47 am
Scyeth didn't make comment as Nash further explained his father situation. It didn't sound much better than his, quite frankly. He didn't sound like a very good father, either. The blond couldn't help but wonder why the American bothered hanging on a thread of hope. Hope only lead to being let down. But, whatever. Despite his earlier mood, Scyeth didn't really feel like raining on the younger student's parade.
"...I wouldn't know," Scyeth muttered, taking a long sip as he looked away. "He spent a lot of time traveling. I didn't see him very often. He blames me for killing my mother." Scyeth scratched his chin, still not making eye contact. "She died in childbirth, so, I guess it was my fault, but..." Scyeth shrugged and looked down at the nearly-empty cup. "I was raised by my body guard, not my father. I hate my father."
That explained a lot of the wild behavior, really.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 11:55 am
Suddenly Nash felt sorry for asking about Scyeth's father but it only helped to better understand the older student. "I suppose we both have father complexes if not different types." Nash shrugged looking off. "And for what it's worth, you didn't kill your mother. You were only a baby, to have such a burden dropped on your head at birth... I can see why you choose your path in life." He gave a soft chortle of laughter though there was nothing humorous in it. Stale and probably void of any real emotion. "But at any rate, mothers are no better than the fathers we're given. I probably would have been happy if my mother had died during my birthing... " he muttered darkly, suddenly looking less friendly and more agitated. Though it had nothing to do with Scyeth their current topic selection had turned his mood sour.
Rather than dwell on the past it was best to push forward. "At any rate, it's gettin' stuffy in here. Want to go wander around the mall a bit? I need to hit the bookstore for a new book anyway."
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 12:37 pm
"No," Scyeth contradicted. "You wouldn't. Because then you would never know, and even if you don't like her now, she's sculpted you into who you are. Would you be here, without your mother?" He raised his eyebrows. "And even then, you would always wonder: Who is she?" The blond sighed, averting blue eyes. His own mother was a very sore spot: all he knew was that she was blond and blue-eyed. And she was dead. Couldn't forget that.
"Ah, sure." It would probably do him some good to have a stroll around. With any luck, he'd run into some pretty girls. "Bookstore? Don't think I need anything there." He snorted. Books were for saps. "Don't mind window shopping them." Despite Scyeth's financial situation, the youth really wasn't much of a spender himself. He didn't need much, just his skateboard.
Come to think, he hadn't really even been in the mood to spend time with her, lately.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 6:18 pm
He could only wonder if Scyeth was right. If the things that he'd gone through with his mother molded him into the boy he was today? Even so maybe his father would never have become interested in magic, and probably would have stayed with him. Still what's done is done, he couldn't change the past and the future was yet decided until he walked the path.
"Sorry. I get it.... lets go." He muttered. It was best not to push his luck with this guy. He was decently nice but for some reason during their whole talk he still felt like walking on egg shells. Nash could only wonder why? Brushing that thought aside he quickly gathered his things and began their walk around the mall.
He hadn't taken a good look around before so now was a perfect time to do a bit of exploring. Deciding to hold off on the books for now he turned to Scyeth a rather goofy grin on his face. "So... where are all the hot spots at around here. I never been to a mall like this before. Can you show me around?" Ah the kid was just too weird.
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