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Post by rhao on Jul 12, 2010 16:41:11 GMT -5
Rhao couldn’t sing to save his life. And neither could he play the guitar. But that didn’t stop him doing it anyway. He rather exalted in the fact that he was utterly tone deaf. In his eyes it took just as much skill and concentration to be completely dreadful at something as it did to be brilliant. It also had the added benefit of clearing a crowded room or in this particular case; the lake. This was exactly why he sat on the soft grass of the lake’s bank, strumming his battered guitar and blissfully murdering a classic which he didn’t even know the name of.
Sure enough, within ten minutes the crowd swimming and sunbathing started hurling insults in his direction and then grudgingly started traipsing away. A few die hard sunbathers refused to leave but that was alright, Rhao rather liked having an audience. After all he wasn’t anti social, quite the opposite in fact, he simply wanted a bit of space while he lazed about doing bugger all. Having people around was fine, just not ridiculous amounts of people. It really wasn’t too much to ask. Not that he had bothered asking. That was what the guitar was for.
When Rhao was finally satisfied, and had exhausted the few lyrical verses that he could actually remember, he set aside his guitar, colonised a blanket some thoughtful person had left behind, pulled his ever present packet of steadily melting ice cubes out of his rucksack, lit a cigarette, lay down and started trying to relax. That was what you did around lakes right? Relax? A few more minutes of ‘relaxing’ passed by before Rhao’s usual boredom started to set in.
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Post by Bastetta Aziza on Jul 16, 2010 23:14:20 GMT -5
She knew they were here, she didn't know exactly where, or how many, but she knew that there were her kind in this school. It was the third time she had come to this place in search of her kind. Sure she'd found a few mambie pambies who whimpered at the slightest breath of a threat. Pathetic so many of them were so incredibly pathetic! What had happened to them? Why was her magnificent race falling short of their grand potential? She had to believe that there was at least one decent demon left in this place. So there she was wandering around the school in search of a decent representation of her race.
Nothing absolutely nothing.
Sighing she put her hand on her hip staring out over the lake as though she expected a demon to suddenly appear. It wasn't like she was hard to find and she'd made it clear that she was there. If any of them had decided to come find her she'd also be easy to spot with the outfit she was wearing. Deciding she might as well take a break for now she let her eyes scan the area to see if there was anything interesting to fill her time with.
There was a whole lot of nothing.
Did this school even have students? She crossed her arms under her chest and pouted her red painted lips. This was no fun at all. Then she spotted a young man and oh goodie he was smoking! Teenagers that smoked usually weren't on the side of the white hat. (White hat as in the old cowboy movies where the good guys always wore white and bad guys always wore black hats.) They might not be evil but they were at least rebellious, which was far more entertaining than goodie goodies. Though torturing goodie goodies was rather enjoyable.
Musing as to whether to approach the boy or not she decided in the end that she had nothing else to do. So skipping over in three inch heeled knee high boots she dropped to her knees beside him. With an innocent smile she flicked her fingers and a cigarette appeared between them. "Hey, can I bum a light? I seem to of lost my lighter."
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Post by rhao on Jul 17, 2010 14:35:24 GMT -5
Yes, the whole relaxing thing was getting very old very fast. The glaring sunlight wasn’t exactly helping matters either, Rhao was still trying to get used to the biting summer heat and the fact that his bag of ice cubes was now little more than a depressing puddle only made matters worse. But he was not about to admit defeat and skulk back to the shelter of his dorm, he hadn’t gone through all that trouble of clearing the lake for bugger all. He would enjoy the peace, quiet and sunlight even if it earned him a savage case of sun burn.
The perfect distraction came in the form of a leggy red head making her way around the lake on a pair of ridiculous heels. Rhao watched her progress from behind his shades trying to puzzle out exactly how women managed to walk on those miniature stilts. She definitely didn’t look like an academy student, he hadn’t really been at the academy long enough to know each and every student but he knew for certain that he wouldn’t have forgotten her if they had passed in a corridor. This started him wondering what business she had at the school and before long his curiosity was all riled up.
Rhao was more than a little surprised when he realised that the woman was making a bee line towards him and instead of walking straight past, promptly took a seat beside him. He hadn’t even had to offer. It took a lot of concentration to stop himself gaping at her stupidly as a cigarette appeared between her fingers. She had the power to manifest cigarettes? If she was one of the gifted then that had to be the most amazing power he had even seen. He realised a little too late that she was talking to him. Without a word, not even a corny remark, he slipped his zippo lighter from his pocket and flipping it open with a practised movement, offered her the flame.
“Can’t you just magic one out of the air like that cigarette? Or are your powers limited to nicotine?” There was genuine curiosity in Rhao’s voice as his eyes shifted from the cigarette held delicately between the woman’s fingers and his own box which was looking depressingly empty. “Not that that wouldn’t still be pretty damn awesome.”
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Post by Bastetta Aziza on Jul 19, 2010 1:08:42 GMT -5
When he instantly produced a lighter she grinned watching the flame burn the edge of the tobacco filled stick. Light gray smoke curled upwards smelling sweet like cloves while her eyes scanned the boy over. "No, my powers are not limited to nicotine. I can make whatever I want. But if I did then I wouldn't have an excuse to talk to you now would I?"
She twirled the short stick in her fingers watching the smoke make a cyclone upwards into the sky. Then she flipped it to crush the lighted end into her palm and as the cigarette crumpled into her flesh it turned to ash. "Aren't you a little young to be smoking?"
One arm rested on her legs while the other propped up on her knee so she could rest her chin in her hand. She took a deep breath in through her nose loving the smell of the fading cloves and curious as to what this boy was. "So little cutie, what's your name?" She had absolutely no interest in the boy but she just wanted to see if he squirmed or not. Because she just loved it when they squirmed.
If she was going to fail in finding her kind for the day she could at least mess with some students. If he proved to be uninteresting then she would move on to another one. Plus she might be able to find out more about this special school and the kinds of students that went here. See how tight the security was and how carefully watched the students were. If the reins were lose then she might have just found her new playing grounds.
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