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Post by aaron on Jun 23, 2009 12:03:06 GMT -5
Th faery stood outside the Academy, carry-on suitcase in one hand a backpack casually thrown over his shoulder . The weather was getting warmer, so his outfit consisted of baggy camouflage shorts and a tee shirt that was entirely black save for the bright yellow sun sign on the front.
Aaron was reluctant to step into the Academy building. The day was perfect, the weather beautiful. Aaron longed to stay outside and bask in the sunshine. He could swim... or maybe fly. Flying would be fun. How long had it been since Star had spread his wings and really enjoyed flying?
Soaring, swooping, loop-de-loops in the air
The doorknob turned, and a few students exited, chattering. Aaron stepped into the dormitory, slinking in before the door closed and he changed his mind.
The clean, unpolluted air fill his lungs, and he's free. Higher and higher he spirals, leaving the Academy behind
Aaron's carry-on had a wheel loose, and kept making clackity noises.
There were no troubles up here in the air, he flew away from everything, soared over landmarks. People were ants, statues mere toys. Faster and faster he flew, away from everything, away from everyone.
Aaron opened the door to his dorm room. It wasn't locked, and swung wide open to a nudge from Star's elbow. He backed into the room, and turned around.
Star was without wings, spiraling down, falling to his death
This was not his room.
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Aug 6, 2009 20:40:41 GMT -5
No, this wasn't Aaron Staar's room.
This was Kara Belova's room.
And Kara was standing at her dresser, hands occupied in tying her hair back, an elastic dangling from her lips. She wore a pair of dark and dirty skinny jeans with rips on the knees, and a black bra that made the rest of her skin look like snow. But the colour (or lack of) was not nearly as noticeable as the protruding semi-circle scar between her ribs. She froze, hands still in her hair, as she saw someone walk right into the room as if it were their own.
Now, Aaron had been absent for quite some time. He missed the stories spread around by Leo, and he probably knew nothing of Jessica's current condition. In fact, Aaron most likely never heard of Kara before. Which would have been refreshing, if Kara cared at all.
Right now, she did not.
"Out." She commanded, not even giving him a chance to apologize or make demands of his own. She was ready to zap him with a good dose of fear if he didn't get out of her room immediately.
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Post by aaron on Aug 13, 2009 21:05:42 GMT -5
Aaron stood at the door dumbly, his mouth agape. His mind couldn't register what had happened as his eyes traveled from Kara's face, to the bed, to Kara's bra, the to her scar. Aaronstarfed for just a second too long when he shouted a loud "AAARGH!" And slammed the door. His heart was pounding, and his face was beet red with embarrassment. He had just walked into a half naked girl's dorm. While any of his friends would have sold a leg to be as lucky, Star was mortified.
He stood there, with his one hand on the door handle and one hand on the door, breathing hard. He stood there for a minute or two, then shook his head, and started to walk back to the entrance of the dorm building, maybe find a map.
He had not gone far when he realized that he had forgotten his suitcase in the half naked girl's room.
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Aug 23, 2009 8:28:11 GMT -5
Something had killed the recluse in Kara. Maybe it was her heated argument with Eiji Almasy. Maybe it was Leogare Lasteulf's forward approach with her. Maybe it was finding the power within herself to send someone to a mental institution. Whatever it was, Kara was no longer the quiet, timid girl who kept to herself. She was a dangerous girl on a rampage. However, she was still Kara Belova, and a forgotten suitcase was as good as her suitcase.
She glowered at the suitcase, remembering the boy who'd walked in on her, but approached it nevertheless. In seconds it was open, and all his things were strewn across her floor. She alleviated the boy of his shirts (she was running low, and no one looked at her long enough to examine what she was wearing). She held a pair of jeans up to herself to measure the size, and found, unsurprisingly, that they wouldn't fit. So she left his pants alone, took his sweaters, left his boxers, and stole anything else of value.
She even had the nerve to pull one of the stolen shirts over her head. Since she hadn't finished putting her hair up, she used the elastic to tighten the top around her waist. Her body was covered, which included her scar, and her hair was a little wild around her shoulders. After raiding the suitcase one more time, she was satisfied she had missed nothing. So... since it was taking up space in her already small room, and because it wasn't an expensive brand name, and Kara had her own suitcases already... she opened her door and hurled the suitcase at the stunned boy still outside her door, the remaining clothing in it flying through the air like cloth projectiles.
However, instead of slamming the door as she initially intended, she leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest, to see his reaction. She had a smug look on her face, as though she was willing him to challenge her.
Kara Belova was picking her first fight.
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Post by aaron on Aug 24, 2009 23:35:37 GMT -5
Aaron was still trying to decide on the best way to ask for his suitcase back when it narrowly missed his face. Instead of insulted, however, Aaron was relieved that he was spared the akward task of asking for his suitcase back.
Star knelt on the ground, hastily regathering everything that had fell out of his suitcase. He noticed almost immediatley that something was wrong. Every last one of his shirts and sweaters were gone. Nothing else seemed to have been lost.
Star looked up to comment to the girl about his peculiar discovery. "Hey, I think my shirts got l-"
One of his 'lost' shirts was staring him in the face. Aaron looked up for the first time at Kara's sneering face.
"I think you have something of mine." He said through gritted teeth. His barely concealed rage was bubbling, and he was sure that no one had the lack of simple decency that the girl standing in front of him had.
Who does that? Was this some sort of punishment for walking in on her? Or maybe just a bad joke...?
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Aug 25, 2009 11:42:51 GMT -5
Oh, he was getting angry with her. She smirked as she felt his emotions well up in him, but she separated herself from it. Instead she was calm and cool and more than a little cruel.
He said, ...'you have something of mine.' "Do I?" She replied, and she sounded amused. And she was. She was extremely entertained that Aaron had the nerve to challenge her, to accuse her of stealing his shirts.
"I don't think I do," Kara added, because she wanted to watch that frustration boil over. She wanted to see him explode. She wanted to feel his annoyance, if only to feel something at all.
It had been a long time since Kara left Eiji's hotel, and since then she'd been in a state similar to that of a coma. She was a zombie, walking around, unfeeling, unseeing. This encounter with an upset stranger was amazingly refreshing; a change of scenery. The frail-looking brunette felt stronger than she had in a long time, and although Aaron could easily outmatch her physically, she felt confident that she could control him, should she choose.
But instead of influencing how he felt using her powers, she decided she'd push him over the edge the old fashioned way.
"If you're looking for your room, it's probably that way." She hadn't spoken so much since she was with Eiji. That infuriating curl of her lip pulled up again.
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Post by aaron on Aug 25, 2009 16:01:12 GMT -5
Pushing Star over the edge was not a terribly hard thing to do. In fact, he'd been dancing on the edge with a 'kick me' sign for the past few days. And now this stranger blatantly stealing his clothing and then having the nerve to casually dismiss it set Aaron off in ways it normally wouldn't have.
Aaron shimmered, and suddenly Kara was staring at her twin, sans shirt. The image of Kara Belova's half-naked torso was still burned in Aaron's mind perfectly enough to make a pretty good glamor. Down to the last scar.
"Hmm. I guess you don't have my shirt. Nice scar by the way." Aaron made a show of looking down at Kara's body. "I suppose that my shirts just... disappeared." Aaron tugged at the edges of Kara's glamor jeans, a clear threat that he was willing to run naked around the school as Kara.
"Amazing how your clothes can suddenly disappear, isn't it?"
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Aug 25, 2009 21:06:40 GMT -5
And of course, Kara was totally expecting a boy to shapeshift into a perfect replica of her and threaten to streak across the school grounds. And because she was so prepared for this, her eyes widened in shock.
"Pervert," She accused at last, although it was clear she was uneasy with idea of anyone seeing her nude. She was having difficulty thinking clearly, because Aaron was actually working her up. What was it she was feeling now? Anxiety? What the hell! Kara Belova was not nervous. 'Amazing how your clothes can suddenly disappear, isn't it?' Kara bit back a feral growl. Amazing how your manhood just disappeared. Let me make that permanent for you.
"You should go on Youtube," She said matter-of-factly, "before you decide to do anything." Kara calmed herself enough to think rationally, and what her mind told her to do was stall for more time to think of a strategy. If he didn't know who she was, she could fake a persona, mold herself into a girl with friends in high places. If he did know who she was, and was just a complete idiot... well, there wasn't much society could do to idiots aside from sticking them in an institution. Kara could help with that.
She smoothed out the fold lines of Aaron's shirt, fully aware that she wasn't the only one simmering just below the surface. When she looked up and made eye contact with him for the first time, she zapped him with a good dose of fear. She hoped at the very least, he wet himself.
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Post by aaron on Aug 25, 2009 22:34:48 GMT -5
Aaron raised Kara's eyebrows. "Pervert? That's rich. I don't go around wearing stranger's shirt, for one." Star was relishing in the fact that he was able to stand up for him self, throw in some self defense. Kara was wrong if she thought that the little faery that forgot his suitcase was going to let himself be pushed around.
The fact that he didn't know Kara was to your emotions what a nuclear bomb was to a beach house helped too.
"YouTube? My my, you're quite the exhibitionist. What, the whole school isn't enough for you?" Aaron could be downright nasty on occasions, and this wasn't one of his good days or one of his favorite people.
Aaron's bemused smile was wiped off his face when Kara looked at him. An unnatural tingle went down his spine, and suddenly this girl was inexplicably scary. He couldn't break his gaze with those terrifying eyes, and he started to sweat.
Aaron was a characteristically brave person. The only two things he really shook him was rejection and dark, underground spaces. If they had been underground, or if Aaron felt a shred of respect for Kara, it was quite probable that he would have wet his pants.
In this case the fear she blasted was more animal, a fear of monsters, of things that went bump in the night. Star had a unique approach to those kinds of fears, and so he stood his ground, shaken on the inside, but outwardly defiant.
The glamor of Kara wavered slightly, and her face started to become how he saw it with the fear she instilled in his mind. Kara's eyes were almost all pupil, with a tiny section of white. Her hair was wild, and her canine teeth were almost fangs.
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Sept 10, 2009 7:41:50 GMT -5
She ignored his jibes and snide remarks, more than accustomed to them by now. She received them from every angle, to her face, behind her back. Only lately had they begun to receed. She monitored his reactions to her influence, and was curiously impressed with how he handled what he felt. But she didn't respect him enough to dwell on it for long. She was distracted by the vampiric reflection standing before her.
"Stop," She demanded, because she refused to think of herself as a monster. She was the victim. She was always the victim. And victims became heroes when they stood up for themselves. Aaron was the bully, and Kara was his target. She was innocent. She was always innocent. She was the hero.
She found herself wishing for the first time that she had friends who would stick up for her. Friends who would feel violated knowing that she was being threatened. Friends who would beat the shit out of him for even thinking of doing what he was doing to her. She felt weak, and all the confidence she had before evaporated with her vulnerability. However... as delusional as she was, Kara was by no means stupid.
She transfered all her insecurities to Aaron, pummelled him with her uncertainty, and swathed him in self-pity. It was mostly in an attempt to remove the demonic Kara standing in front of her, to erase that image of herself. She wanted to look into the eyes of the boy who was tormenting her and tell him to go to hell so she could wallow in her room for the rest of the day.
It had been a while since anyone made her feel so damn pathetic.
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Post by aaron on Sept 16, 2009 15:24:14 GMT -5
"I'll stop when you give me back my stuff." He had no idea about the effect his glamor had taken, and figured that Kara's demand was her weakening her position. He regained confidence, and the glamour reverted back to it's original state. He had nothing to fear from Kara. He could take care of himself just fine, and she couldn't change that.
Aaron raised one of Kara's eyebrows, waiting for his stuff to be given back, when Kara's crushing insecurity hit him. Suddenly and all at one, he felt what Kara was feeling. Aaron's former self confidence vanished in an instant, replaced with an insecurity so deep it was self loathing.
He hated it. Of course, he would get his stuff stolen. She probably did it out of spite... heard about the boy who had cowered, the boy who had tried to be a hero. The boy who failed. Everyone... the world was against him. He suddenly saw that everyone he knew, everyone who had supported him was lying. Pity was all that allowed them to stand him.
And then there was this girl, who thought that she was so much better than him. Who took his things to show him how pathetic he really was. She opened his eyes for him, and he hated her for that.
"Give me my stuff back, now." He roared. He was starting to sweat... he just wanted to leave here, be left alone. Aaron tried to call up some light to attack her, burn her, do something. But they would not listen. Sunlight had no time for insecurity or self loathing. Especially not the meager sunlight that was slipping through the windows.
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Sept 23, 2009 11:04:59 GMT -5
Kara sometimes forgot why she wasn't a very social person. Today Aaron reminded her. Interaction was just so damn exhausting. It was so emotionally draining to combat with this boy, and his yelling was grating on her nearly fried nerves.
"Look," She said, almost sounding reasonable, "you're the one that walked in on me. Think of this as... my compensation. You can afford new stuff," Kara added, and it sounded like she was accusing him of having money. In the very least, there was a not-so-subtle reference to her own financial situation, and she shot a bolt of pity in with all the uncertainty he was feeling. But she didn't feel like working too hard. Stealing was supposed to be easy, and Aaron was certainly making this task more difficult.
So she relented, withdrawing all the negative emotions she'd pumped into him earlier, leaving whatever it was he wanted to feel. Likely there was indignation and incense, but Kara didn't really care anymore.
She hugged herself, looking more than pathetic, her dark hair falling in front of her face and concealing her eyes. She avoided eye-contact whenever possible, though usually she did this to avoid conflict. It was too late for that strategy, so her lack of connection had to mean something else.
"Just leave," The command was void of vindication and expression. Kara stared at the floor down the hall from where Aaron stood. As though indicating where she wished he was, or perhaps showing that she would rather look away than look at the boy.
The fragile-looking girl was spent.
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Post by aaron on Sept 23, 2009 16:27:36 GMT -5
Star perked up slowly as the self pity began to leave him. He wasn't an idiot, so he realized that whatever he was feeling was not natural. Someone was messing with his emotions, and Star could not permit that. He glared at Kara, eyes hard. He futile explanation didn't even faze him, but the pity she sent him did a little work.
Plus she looked so damn pathetic
"Fine. I'll leave. But there's a few stuff I'm not going to leave here without." He started to list off things that had sentimental value to him and one or two of his more expensive articles of clothing. The girl seemed poor, but beggars can't be choosers. He was on guard for any of her emotion attacks, so those didn't scare him.
In the meantime, he mustered up whatever sunlight was filtering through the window on the end of the hall. He concentrated it into a little ball flying above his right shoulder.
Okay, to win this game, you have to burn hotter than anyone else!
[yellow] "Oooh my favourite!"
"Fun Games! Fun Games!"
"Momma will be so proud when I burn hotter than everyone ever!"
"Wheeee!" [/yellow]
Aaron couldn't help but affect a smile. The pure, uncomplicated joy of sunlight was something to admire.
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Sept 23, 2009 21:37:23 GMT -5
He was giving her qualifications? Kara just wanted this to be done with. But that didn't mean she was just going to give in. The addition of a fluttering ball of light didn't help her opinion of him at all. Apparently the boy had his own personal Tinkerbell or Navi.
"How about you and your pet get lost, and I'll consider returning some of your things if you aren't a pain in my ass?" She still wanted to call the shots. She hated how this boy thought he could rule over her, control her. She was done with being manipulated and used. She was breaking out of her protective shell and lashing out, learning that in any fight, injury was imminent. Kara was a liar, a cheat, and a thief. If Aaron accepted her terms, he was likely never to see his things again. The girl coveted that which she stole, and usually denied having taken it in the first place. She wasn't a kleptomaniac so much as she was magpie. The challenge and the shine attracted her, and once it got a hold of her, she was helpless to its power.
She was going to fight for it, regardless of how much she wanted to drop the entire topic. She had to show Aaron that she wasn't going to back down just because he was acting like a spoiled brat. She understood why he wanted certain items, recognized brand names and the yearning he felt for certain objects. No, he could learn a lesson, be taken down a notch or two. He wasn't dying without these objects. She wondered if he'd relent a little if she told him she had every intention of wearing his clothes in her casket in two months. She would never tell him this, but thinking about what his reaction might be entertained her in a morbid way.
He'd probably still be an ass, she decided, looking him up and down. His haughty demeanor was one of the most unattractive qualities she'd ever encountered, and if there was any possibility of her thinking his ethereal looks were beautiful, they were squashed by this ugly persona he radiated.
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Post by aaron on Sept 24, 2009 18:46:55 GMT -5
This girl was amazing. Aaron was basically giving Kara permission to steal half his stuff, and she insisted on bossing him as if she was the victim here. She was stealing his stuff. She was in the wrong here, and not him. The level of depravity Kara showed was alarming. He began to become extremely frustrated, but suppressed it in case it was Kara messing with his head again.
"Look, okay. All I want is half my stuff back. I'm actually giving you half my stuff here, and if it has to degenerate into a fight, I'll win." Just to illustrate his point, Aaron plucked the ball of light like an apple and bounced it casually against the wall beside Kara. The bright light left a burn mark as it bounced back to Aaron.
"And my previous offer still stands. Or did you forget?" Aaron flashed to Kara for a few seconds, then reverted back.
"Just give me my stuff, and you'll never see me again." Aaron kept a calm, straight face as he said this almost conversationally. He didn't know how in depth the freaky emotion control went, so he kept telling himself to remain calm in case he was attacked again.
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