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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 11:33 pm
[PRP] between Shayan Javed (bpyan) and Soraida Keopichen (o0 Sephiros Immortal 0o)
Setting: In the common house.
The silver-haired teenager turned the corner, obviously in a hurry to escape from something. And escaping he was, from his boring classes that seemed to take forever. Shayan was not a boy who was comfortable with keeping still on a chair. His place was not to be cooped up in the four corners of the classroom but to be outside, experiencing the thrill of this new world of Ciphar. After all, isn't that the most important activity in this place? Why waste all this potential time to work on his knife skills? Why did he have to learn about the gods, the history of Naeol and Ciphar? All of these things seemed pointless to him.
He cracked his knuckles as he looked around with his one good eye, no teachers in sight. Convinced he was free from academic responsibilities (at least for now), he leaned on the wooden wall that creaked a bit as he put his weight on it. He steadied his breathing and contemplated on what to do next.
Probably there were only a few people in the house right now, which pleased him. Sleeping with so many strangers in one roof wasn't new to him though. Since he lived in the slums of Persa, not many had a roof to call their own so many neighbors and people who could pay a coin would sleep in the same place. It was damp, dark, dreary and the stench of dozens of people lingered in one small room. Being here was definitely better. Despite this, he still did not like so many people in the house. He was possessive of this place even though he had just entered this paradise of Ciphar a short time ago.
The days were a blur to him. Most of the memories were inside the classroom but ones that were burned so vividly in his mind were the ones when he had ventured out to the city on his own. Also when he explored the forests, their grandeur amazed him. And for once after so long, he acted like a child, full of wonder and curiosity of the unknown world. Persa had no wonders like these. He smiled as he remembered these fond thoughts.
A loud crash came from the other room which brought Shayan to reality. To the reality that he was alone in this long hallway and escaping from responsibilities. A few more days till he had the whole day to himself.
He wished this day would end sooner.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 12:17 am
Soraida too felt as though he were entrapped in a blur, one blurring moment wherein he could hardly capture all of the sensory input that had been hurled at him within the space of a few days. It had been dazzling, to not only realize that his life wasn't to end, but...that it would be escalated to a whole new level. There was a certain amount of regret, however, in leaving...begrudging his new teachers and guides the freedom that they had now. The youthful Azhe was, after all, a free spirit, someone that had oft-loathed the guides of society even when he'd thrived within their confines, and in this place, this stark whiteness they were clad in, little drones amidst technological wonders, the teen chafed.
The things that they taught him were fascinating, to be sure, but he looked upon them with a passing sort of cynicism. Whilst such things were true for them, Soraida was not yet entirely convinced that those precepts could be applied to his person. Emerging from his own room, he tapped the amulet about his neck thoughtfully, the warmth of it a quiet comfort, as though the thing were alive. It was the once piece of himself that he didn't have to worry about...having fussed over spotless whites and ebon hair for far too long upon waking. Even now he self-consciously ran his hands through sleek strands, as though they would sneak out of place without his knowing.
First impressions in a place like this, complete with a new set of people, were invaluable, and a bad one could ruin his whole future amidst the social hierarchy that was sure to be established in short order. Boots making soft sounds as he tread along the hallway, he almost jumped as he too heard the crashing noise. What in the seven hells? Wrinkling his nose, he rather hoped that no one had broken anything, or hurt themselves. Injuries were messy, and those who had been afflicted tended to whine a great deal, even over trivialities. He'd known too many snot-nosed nobles who seemed to lack a certain ability to 'man up'.
Ignoring it, lest he be called to aid, he walked faster around that corner, quite nearly barreling into the individual reclining against the wall in the path of swift retreat. With a rather undignified sort of sound, he backpedaled, fingertips just barely brushing the other's uniform in a precursor to a potential need to steady himself, he then attained balance. "Ho there..." He muttered, frowning as he noted the silver hair. Hnn...what a damned unnatural sort of color. Pretty though, he had to admit, not at all like his own darker tresses. "My apologies, I failed to see you there...better watch where you take a pause, or someone's going to trip over you." The words, however, were light and lilting, terribly good-natured. Even if he was feeling glum about the entire situation, he didn't have any desire to come off that way.
Perhaps he needed to be less preoccupied, lest he make an a** of himself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:12 am
Shayan was apparently too engrossed with himself at the moment that he seemed to be oblivious to his surroundings. Steadying himself from that sudden crash he jumped a little in his spot when an unfamiliar voice entered his ears. God damn he was jumpy today.
The Persan turned his head and his eyes rested on a boy who was surprisingly shorter than him. Shayan himself was a short teen and was used to people his age towering over him so he was secretly quite pleased with this. He crossed his arms, composing himself for the nth time that day. "I suppose." his eyes scanned the other, he noted the light skin that contrasted to his own. This boy looked polished, cultured and regal while he looked dirty and unruly like the street vagrant he was. The appearance of the boy was, to say the least, interesting. Shayan had indeed seen other people in Ciphar like this one but he had never really... interacted with one. All his life he had been cooped up in the secluded maze of Persa, his excitement from this small matter stemmed from the realization that this wasn't a dream and that he was out of that god-forsaken place.
Shayan stared at the boy, wordlessly, his lips formed in a small smirk. He was now officially bored with this current situation and so he started to walk. Turning away from the other he waved his hand, "Heading to my room, see ya!"
Probably in his room he could unwind a little. Take a nap and maybe train again later in the grounds. And maybe hit again on the buxom blond in the marketplace. Yes, that sounded like a perfect day. He shook his head as he walked, the Ciphar priests should cook up something fun soon or he would go out of his mind.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:11 pm
Seeing the fellow before him start, Soraida went to apologize, lips parting before he halted, noting the look on the silvery-haired male's face. Hnn. He knew that look, it was the one which stated the utterly obnoxious sort of satisfaction that came from being taller than some annoying stranger one has just bumped into. Really, the Azhe had no idea why people seemed to find that so very self-satisfactory. It meant absolutely nothing, did it not? Putting one hand on his hip, he arched a brow at the other, some displeasure incurred by the assumptions that were sure to be made. For instance, this one seemed a roguish sort, street-fare, the kind of thing one abandoned with naught but a cursory glance.
And to add insult to injury, before the slight youth could even get a word out, the other teen had dismissed him! Scowling in the other's wake, he bit back a rather scathing retort as to the subject of the other's manners. "Have it your way..." Hnnn. Well he was going to get a tongue-lashing on the topic should he ever see that blighter again. Turning back the way he'd been going, he stalked further down the hallway before halting, frowning as a familiar weight seemed to be missing. Elegant fingers drifting up to brush dark hair away from his ear, he flicked at a noticably nude lobe. Hnnn. That would figure...he'd forgotten the ruby studs he usually wore. Tomorrow it was going to be something like his pants.
Casting a disgusted glance back the way he'd come, the mage-student reluctantly began his trek back to the room that he'd been assigned. Come to think of it, he hadn't even met his new roommate yet...though he'd noticed the other's things in place. Hopefully he wouldn't be a totally uncouth individual, else Soraida might try to wring his neck before the month was out. Arriving back at his own room, he all but kicked the door open with a 'tsk' of disgust. Whilst he was not immaculate by any stretch of the imagination, he did so hate not knowing where all of his possessions were at any given time.
Well hell...it looked as though someone had arrived before him... Eyes settling on the other occupant of the room, they instantly narrowed in supreme distaste. "What in the name of the goddess are you doing here?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 12:51 pm
Shayan walked lazily into his room ready to just jump on the bed and get some restful slumber. But his senses were immediately awakened when he had seen foreign objects that was in his room. In his room! He was by no means very demanding with lodgings but this irked him for some reason. The only thing that would make this situation better was if his roommate was a girl, which was highly unlikely. Tch. He needed to get some soon.
He heard a boy's voice. A voice that was now slightly familiar to him, he searched in his mind for who that person was but couldn't really figure it out. He turned his head, his eyes widening in surprise as he faced the other person. With one eyebrow up, he crossed his arms, his stance radiated possessiveness for his room.
He disliked the tone in the voice of the other, in fact it set him more to the edge. "What do you mean what am I doing here?" he said smoothly, "...I should be asking why you're here in my room." he couldn't hide the displeasure in his voice.
Shayan was definitely feeling threatened by this stranger and this was obvious in his appearance and tone. He honestly had nothing against the other but he was pretty much heading into a bad mood right now. Clicking his tongue he ran his fingers through his hair as the other hand fell to his side. If they had to be stuck with each other like this he supposed he could at least try to act nicely.
"If it's going to be like this... Let's start from zero." a hand went to his hip, "Shayan." he said briefly. He started towards his own bed as he avoided the unfamiliar bags that laid on the floor. He sat on the soft sheets, staring at the teenager with curious eyes, his face now relaxing a little. "...your name?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 3:25 pm
Trying to wring out the wash of irritation that had drenched his consciousness, he closed his eyes, and counted upwards as his brother was always telling him to do before he let words fly. Nnngh, he would not, could not, should not give this a** a piece of his mind. Not if he didn't want a fire-fight with his new roommate on the first day out. For whilst such a thing could be entertaining for a brief interlude, hostilities betwixt them would wind up being vexatious in the long run. Glaring for a long moment, arms across his chest as the door swayed shut behind him, he made a quiet sort of scoffing sound, letting it go at that. It just wasn't worth it over a moment of impolite behavior. Though if they were to be rooming alongside one another for any goodly length of time, he would try to kick a few manners into this cod.
"I think that you should rectify that statement, for as of the last few hours...well..." Moving to arrange his bags around the bed that was obviously going to be his own, his own possessiveness rising to the fore, as he'd no wish for the other to touch his things just now. And judging by the other's behavior in the hallway, he was a less than respectful individual when it came to those about him. "...this is our room. As in yours and mine, not my particular cup of tea either, but..." Another wistful little sigh occurred, this one to mark the passing of any hope of getting a refined companion. "...we should make do."
As Shayan took a seat, the slight Azhe perched on the end of his own bed, leaning forward towards his roommate. "I'm Soraida." Introductions were a promising start, and he convinced his riotous emotions on the subject to pretend, at least, that this was a fresh encounter. He had to rinse out the bad taste that their previous foray had left in the back of his throat...lest it fester there and become a nasty social problem later, an elephant in a room that already hardly had enough space for two individuals such as Soraida and Shayan. "Fresh off the caravan from Azhe." A smile rose to his lips as they entered the very familiar arena of banter, the exchange of pleasantries. This was the bit that the youth embraced with not a little enthusiasm. "And you? Where'd you come from, mmm?" One's origins, after all, could explain much about an individual.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:13 am
"Soraida..." he said softly, confirming the foreign name.
For a split second he could see a look of distaste in Soraida which vanished as introductions were made. It was a look that he was used to so it left him unaffected. Permanently disheveled light hair, sand and dirt under his nails and tons of scars were scattered on his smooth dark skin. Shayan knew for a fact that people would take him for a street rat by the way he looked. But that was how he was and he wouldn't change it for the world.
Despite this he felt a certain charm to the others appearance. So...fragile looking, so interestingly bright. Yet judging from their earlier 'argument' this boy's personality was far from delicate, one thing which Shayan actually liked. He had seen others who he despised, weak and fragile children who winced at the mere sight of blood. He would have to beat some backbone into those weaklings. Presumably this one would be good to have in training, Shayan needed some kind of outlet.
The Persan ran his thumb to his lips, "Azhe, huh?" the word slowly rolled form his tongue. He had only heard of that word once or twice in his life, the moment forgotten but he did remember a part of the conversation. "...so, you're a traditional sort of guy?" he snickered, a mischievous look crossing his face, "I certainly hope not." Shayan was the epitome of unorthodox methods.
He sighed a little when the other asked where he was from. Memories he tried to block since the moment he had step foot in the island played back in his mind and left him with a disgusting taste in his mouth. The boy had never really considered Persa as his hometown, he had always envisioned himself a natural nomad despite limited chances to act like one. All his life he was trapped in the confines of Persa, only seeing the light of the day in narrow roads. Nevertheless he composed himself, focusing his light eyes at the Azhe. "I'm from Persa. Good 'ol home." he said with a bitter tone.
He shifted his position, now he lied comfortably on the white sheets but he tilted his head so he could still face Soraida.
"So new roomie...What do you think of Ciphar so far?" he really did want to know if others valued this place as much as him. "...Or do you miss your old life?" Their lost family ties of their former life that probably felt pointless now that they were in the island.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:21 pm
Admittedly, the more he looked, the more he could appreciate this new roommate of his, viewing him as something of a roughened gem. It had been foolish perhaps, to judge with a glance. As much as he had trained his eye, it was a near-fatal error to make, despite this being a human being and not a ruby or diamond...Shayan was very obviously a handsome individual, and it certainly induced a certain curiosity within Soraida, to find out just how deep surface imperfections did or did not run. Preferably with a personal inspection.
A slow, impish grin touched the youth's features, and he shook his head quite adamantly at that. "Traditional? I'd say not, if anything I stick out like a sore thumb in social circles. I have a habit of being a wee bit..." He held up thumb and forefinger, leaving less than an inch of space betwixt them, "... too friendly and a touch too brash for a young man of my family's social standing." He'd not enough power to get away with it, and just enough to be assumed responsible. It was a terrible dilemma, and one that he found himself rather relieved to be rid of, a watchful burden keeping an eye on his every move. Now he didn't have to worry about shaming Kisana, or seeing Kietyn's dissatisfied glower...and the freedom was almost intoxicating. Much like strong drink, it also had the capability to momentarily abandon rational thought...and just now some very perilous thoughts were encroaching upon the realm of his mind.
It also did not go unnoticed to Soraida that he appeared to have touched a nerve with the mention of home. Twould seem that some rather sour memories were associated with his roommate's country of origin, something to be noted down for later. Perhaps it would be useful in the long run, and when it came to tidbits of information, the Azhe's mind was not unlike the mouth of a swamp turtle, closing with lightning-swift reflexes and refusing to let go. "Ah. Not your favorite place in the world then." He murmured, allowing the subject to drop there if the silvery-haired teen so desired it to.
Pursing lips thoughtfully, he shook his head, "It's something all right, this place... very different from where I was brought up." Picking at the cape of his uniform, nose wrinkling in distaste at the color (he honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd willingly worn white), Soraida then continued, "There are...aspects of my home that I miss, surely...mostly my sister, as I was rather fond of her, but...Ciphar isn't terrible, and assuredly not the horrific fate I thought awaited me." He smiled wryly, "I guess I'm still formulating my opinion on the subject. It's an opportunity, and since I really haven't an option to remain or depart, I might as well make the most of it, mmm?" Leaning back on the bed, pulling one leg up to fuss with the laces on his boots, he watched Shayan with a sort of fascination.
"And you...what's this place mean to you? From how you referred to Persa, it sounds like this was an upgrade..." An upgrade barring the shared quarters, at least in Soraida's case. He couldn't remember the last event that had forced him to share a room with anyone, much less someone who wasn't family, and they'd certainly never been this attractive. Hnn. The urge to play with the other's odd-colored hair was coming on rather strongly by now, causing nimble fingers to twitch, the laces a rather paltry stand-in.
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