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 Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 9:17 pm
As usual, Requiem Driscoll was seated by himself, off to the side of one of his classrooms. Around him, the voices of the students were muffled, mixing with one another, the laughter muted and oddly quiet. It was similar to listening to someone while underwater, though Requiem was not underwater this time. He pressed the headphones more firmly against his ears, closing his eyes briefly and exhaling slowly.
Calm your heart, calm your mind.
His chest hurt. Requiem pressed a hand against his torso, fingers pressing into the crisp cloth of his shirtfront.
Slow breaths. In and out.
Let the music flow through you.
After a long moment he opened his eyes again, his gaze flitting across the room. No one was looking in his direction; there were no curious eyes, no wary glances, and Requiem let out a breath he had not realized he was holding. Slowly he stood, smoothing down the front of his uniform slacks and carefully sliding the headphones off, laying them to rest around his neck. They were a familiar weight against his shoulders, light and comfortable, and for the most part he did not tend to remove them from his person unless strictly necessary.
Stepping out of the near empty classroom, Requiem's hands found his pockets and he slipped them inside, expertly weaving his way through the throngs of students crowding the hallways, stepping in and out with practiced motions. After a few moments he had neared the last classroom he was to attend this day, but there was someone he hadn't seen in his peripheral vision. Requiem felt his shoulder unexpectedly press against someone else's accidentally, stumbling a bit as he fell against them. His hand automatically shot out to grasp the person's - a girl's - arm, to keep from knocking her over.
"Sorry," he murmured quietly, his voice low. "My apologies. I did not see you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 5:12 am
Her parents had seen her previous report card, they'd attended multiple interviews as well to discuss the questionable nature of their daughter's grades. In certain subjects, Ishtar had proven herself to be adept and exceptionally talents, however, when it came to some of the more critical subjects, she gave cause for concern. A primary example of this was her inability to master protective spells, she could grasp some of the simpler cantrips, but anything more complex caused more problems than benefits!
Unfortunately, this afternoon's class was one of these more difficult subjects - Transmutation. Suffice to say that both parents had been fairly vocal about their expectations before she had left this morning. She was not permitted to sleep in class, she must take notes of everything her professor said and, she must study and practice it at every opportunity throughout the day. Practice made perfect, as they said, even if she begged to differ... She knew from observations of her own class that no one could be perfect at everything.
Alas, her parents' words had left her in a bit of a days and as her previous class had ended, she had wandered out of one lab and down towards the next in what could only be described as 'auto-pilot'. Her bi-coloured gaze had glazed over and her shoes had scuffed the floor as she dragged them across the tiles. With her head bowed just a touch and her arms wrapped protectively round her books, she appeared to be operating in a blinkered state. Her peripheral vision just would not function and as a consequence, it wasn't just Requiem who could be blamed for his clumsiness!
It was only as his hands coiled around her bicep that she was jolted back to the present. A momentary delay followed as she regathered her barings, straightened and then promptly stared owlishly up at the taller student. Whatever he had said had come out in an immediate jumble to her and it was with a small cough of embarassment that she scrambled through her memories to try and 'translate' what she had heard. Unfortunately, the most she could recall was 'my apologies'.
Oh dear.
"O-oh!" she coughed again and shook her head, taking a tiny step back to put distance between herself and Requiem. "Sorry, I was in a world of my own, totally didn't see you -" she paused and peered at him more closely. There was something about him that she couldn't quite place, something fairly simple but currently lost on her.
"Say, are you in one of my classes?" she enquired at last.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 2:54 pm
Requiem, for the most part, was not used to conversing with girls. Or rather, he was not used to conversing with near anybody, at least not properly. He was an only child, naturally. His parents had discussed having another child, but after they had all discovered what Requiem truly was they had decided against it, just in case the same thing happened. He had lost most of his close friends once the people in the neighborhood had begun to hear about his nature, and for the most part, Requiem had spent most of his time with adults.
The girl he had nearly knocked over was vaguely familiar. His eyes took in the pale hair, the heterochromic eyes. She was looking at him quite intently, as if trying to figure something out, and he blinked at her, slightly confused. It was only after she proposed her question to him that he realized she was trying to discover who he was, but Requiem could not decipher who exactly this girl was. He had never been good with names.
"Perhaps," he answered her, a little bit evasively, as to avoid the awkwardness of not knowing her name. People tended to become offended if one forgot something that simple, but Requiem hoped to stave that off. "What class are you thinking of?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 4:01 am
He was very vague, that much could be observed from the outset and one might even be accurate to assume that a number of individuals had called him 'aloof'. There were a few like that in her year and she had even seen a few during her classes, but it wasn't her place or business to comment in that respect. Truth be told, they probably had their reasons for embracing that role and cultivating public opinion in relation to it. So long as they didn't bother her then she wasn't going to bother them! Nevertheless, Requiem had asked her a question and it was only polite that he be provided with an answer.
...Especially have she had smacked right in to him.
"Transmutation," she replied once the silence had fallen over her and she had realised he was waiting expectantly for a reply. "I could be wrong, but I could've sworn you were in one of my classes -" she paused, afforded a moment to look sheepish and shook her head. "Either that or you have one of those familiar faces?"
Unfotunately, when it came to the quieter students, Ishtar had never really made much of an effort to be sociable. She didn't completely ignore them, if they spoke then she would reply and hold a conversation but if they didn't want to be approached then... well, it was safe to assume she didn't pester them. Add her constantly dazed mindset as of later (courtesy of nagging parents) and her powers of observation (and short term memory) were decidedly lacking in that department.
"Mmmm, regardless -" she spoke again and offered a small smile. "Name's Ishtar and I really am sorry for smacking into you there," she finished.
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