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Post by Harley Mannin on Sept 2, 2010 10:15:02 GMT -5
It was the day after Harley had met Zen for the first time. Anxiously, she sat in the commons area of the residence hall, hoping by some chance that he might accidentally meet her somewhere. His words had been ringing in her head all day. ...and if you have nothing to do later maybe we can meet up. It wasn't a question, but Harley hung onto it like she could somehow find the answer.
Sure she could have easily just gone to the hall office and ask for his room's phone number, but she was afraid he'd start thinking she was some sort of stalker if he somehow found out. After all, they'd only met just yesterday, and she hadn't even thought it worked out very well. That is, until he said those words. And then that smile... She saw it before he made his way back to her. He was watching her with a slight, peaceful smile. As if he was already affectionate to her. Which was strange, to say the least. Harley wasn't sure she trusted it.
And yet she craved that smile. She wanted to feel wanted. So there she sat, going crazy wondering whether he actually did like her or not. I mean, he invited me to lunch... she thought, trailing off. But she could never be sure, right? She'd purposefully refused to dive into his mind and read his thoughts, but now she was sort of regretting that decision. She didn't even bring anything to wait other than her purse and some money. So she leaned back, rubbed a temple with one hand, closed her eyes as her head faced the ceiling. She might have looked like she was sleeping, except she moved too much and breathed too unevenly.
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Post by Zenharu Matsuda on Sept 4, 2010 2:14:57 GMT -5
Zen walked through the corridors quickly. In his right hand, a random tea he decided to try from vending machine (it wasn't very good) and in the other, his books for his next class. He was already late, and needed to study before the class started. Thus, he was reading on the way. The halls stopped soon and lead into a large commons he was familiar with, the lobby of his dormitory. It was a wide space, the kind with large chandeliers and fancy couches. He knew it well enough to walk around and out, which he was planning on doing. But something else familiar in his peripheral vision caught his eye.
Zen looked over only to find himself staring into the eyes of a small girl with large blue eyes. He could smell her too, the same smell of the girl he met the other day, the same girl.
A moment of near awkwardness passed where he was simply stopped, holding his books in his hands in the middle of the commons staring at her. Feeling the need to break this trance, Zen walked over and sat down next to her. He also took out a pen. Zen figured he had less than 5 minutes before class started, so 3 minutes or so with Harley.
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Post by Harley Mannin on Sept 6, 2010 0:14:34 GMT -5
Harley sighed, absently rubbing a thumb over her poem notebook. She never got to read one to him. She never showed him. Would he want to, even? Would he want to know her inner thoughts? Her mind started spinning, so she distracted herself with the thoughts of those around her. They were mainly petty, but some were precocious, and so she focused herself on the stupid meaningless thoughts. She didn't want to have to worry about someone else's life.
Her mind touched a familiar one and her head tilted up. Her eyes opened and she saw that strange, deep hue that was Zen's eyes. She blinked. There he was. Just like she'd hoped. She didn't have some accidental vision, did she...? No, no. She couldn't. She remembered yesterday's visions. Odd and compelling and what if they were true? Harley was afraid to close her eyes and imagine what her dreams led her to. Already she imagined ghostly silhouettes, a whole crowd, moving as one, like a mass of gray puppets with pure white eyes staring, staring --
She forced the thoughts away and focused on Zen. She smiled at him, banishing her fears. He simply stood there a moment, arms full of books and a large tea. He drinks tea? she wondered. She liked tea. Not sweet iced tea of course, but she pretty frequently had, like, hot tea and flavored teas, right?
Zen was already walking towards her, and she looked around for a place for him to sit. There was the couch cushion beside her. Would he sit there? But he did and Harley watched him carefully. Her eyes were ringed with a dark layer of eyeliner, masking her horribly embarassing tired lines. She looked him over once, a small smile still lingering on her lips. "Hey," she said quietly, then scoffed to herself. "Long time no see, huh?" she joked.
It was so strange how she suddenly felt like she was taking up too much space on the couch. She pressed her thighs, closed in jeans despite already warm morning, together, hoping to make more room for him. Maybe he would notice. She hesitated, then asked him, "Are you busy?" She didn't want to add anything else in case he took offense... And at the same time, she'd hate to burden a random guy - granted, a guy who she'd associated with more than anyone else at the University, but he was still mostly a stranger anyways.
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Post by Zenharu Matsuda on Sept 8, 2010 19:46:31 GMT -5
"Hey", she started. "Long time no see, huh?". Zen listened as the words rang through his ears. Yup, same voice from yesterday, he still has to make sure he wasn't imagining things. She spoke again, "Are you busy?"
Zen thought for a quick moment and scribbled something down on his notepad, tearing the sheet off. "Actually, I have class in about two minutes and I can't be late. He looked at her in the eyes and smiled. "could you maybe meet me here in a couple hours? And, bring your notebook, if you want."
Zen thought Harlequin hesitated but he couldn't be sure.
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Post by Harley Mannin on Sept 23, 2010 6:45:31 GMT -5
He didn't respond immediately, as was apparent. He seemed busy doing something else: jotting something down. She cocked her head, almost as if she wanted to read what he'd written, but she didn't. She could have easily just stolen the information from his mind. As it was, she refused to do as such, though she was sorely tempted. Harley wanted to know. But she didn't need to know.
He tore off the sheet hastily and handed it to her. "Actually," he began, and Harley's smile fell. "I have class in about two minutes and I can't be late." He attempted to look her in the eyes but that was unnerving so she blinked and stared at the sheet in her hand, unable to read it with her seeing gaze. "Could you maybe meet me here in a couple hours? And bring your notebook, if you want."
She started then stared at him. So wait. He wasn't ditching her? Good, she said, relieved by seeing his smile. "Uhh, okay. Sure. Sounds good." She smiled back, but felt like a total nerd. A totally fat nerd. She scrunched herself as tightly as possible, which included her tightening her abs and sucking in her stomach.
He left and she looked down at the paper in her hands. There was a ten-digit phone number, and the words Just in case with untidy handwriting. Harley felt a strange flip in her stomach, and smiled weakly. But when Harley looked up to continue, Zen was hurriedly walking away. She wondered if he was really going to meet her.
It was later, about an hour and a half later. She was back, and waiting. She’d gone to bed to sleep for about a half hour, and it helped immensely.
She was currently in the middle of a self-induced vision.
It was so absurd that she was in the situation to begin with, she could hardly concentrate on what she was seeing. She'd never been able to control her precognition, but just now she'd somehow brought it on. She wasn't even sure how she did it (which incidentally didn't really help her ability to control the Gift) but there she was. It was crystal clear, and the location pristine. She saw the commons, but it was dead empty except for her.
At first she thought it was reality, as she could no longer discern whether it really was or not. But then she saw a tall man walk in, who looked young and old at the same time. He had dark, shaggy hair, a powerful aura, and a scar on his cheek gave him an impish smirk instead of a smile. She was intimidated by him, almost frightened. The man looked out the window, bared his teeth, and then turned into a huge wolf and fled out the door.
Her vision "cleared" and people began fading back into view. She rubbed her eyes and sighed, feeling both relieved and disappointed at the same time.
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Post by Zenharu Matsuda on Oct 4, 2010 18:47:36 GMT -5
Zen finished his math test with more than twenty minutes till the end of the class. He looked up at the clock, and down at his notebook, then back up at the clock, then down to his notebook again. Why was he so nervous? He had already spent time with the girl, and he seemed to enjoy himself whenever he did, but there was something about her that he couldn't quite tell from only a couple meetings. Why was he meeting up with her all the time anyway? Zen considered the possibility of him dating the girl, which led onto to other and other possibilities. Time ticked away until FINALLY, the clock struck 2:30, and he was the first one out the door.
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