Hey, so I want to write an co-operative IC. Can I do one with the Theater teacher tomorrow, @kittyluna45 ? ;3
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Oh gosh, now everyone's gonna think she's crazy xD
Well she is a bit crazy. Interesting interesting, heh.. I wonder what'll happen if she gets in a fight.
Well she is a bit crazy. Interesting interesting, heh.. I wonder what'll happen if she gets in a fight.
[Natali and Arro!]
After the awkward sexy girl walked out of the room without even having to hear what Vid’ma had to say, she scowled and jumped out of the bed. How did she think conversations work? Typical. She sighed with bemusement, and darted out of the room. She followed Arro around the halls for a little, until she stood on her heels, cupping her hands around her mouth, “Yo!” She called.
Arro turned around and looked toward her roommate. Arro cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Yeah?” She took a deep breath and looked toward the other people on the floor. She avoided people as much as she could, but she couldn’t exactly avoid her roommate. She knew that she was going to be seeing this chick every day, so it needed to be done. They needed to bond… Arro just hoped it wasn’t as painful as it was going to seem. Arro frowned. “Did you need something?” she asked politely.
Natali strode across the hall, pushing people past her way as she had a determined face on her, “Why, you ran off so soon, I could barely introduce myself.” She snickered and smiled, “You’re a junior too, eh? Do we have any of the same electives..?” Her accent pondered and thought on each and every word, talking much slower than most of the entire student body.. It had a certain charm, however.
Arro shrugged, looking at her carefully. She hooked her thumbs on her belt straps and said, “Correct. I am a junior. I dunna know if we do. Do you have yearbook, swimming, music, or theater? Those, I believe, are all of my electives. I’m also taking French 3 out of Latin and French. I prefer French because it is the language of love.” Arro rolled her eyes at her last comment and laughed. “Not that I’ve ever been in love.” She rolled her eyes again, laughing in her head at the concept of love.
Natali waited patiently until she had stopped talking. And she thought she rambled. “Ah! I have yearbook and Theatre.. Do you like taking pictures? I’m an photographer myself!” She beamed slightly prouder than usual, snickering and playing with her nose as the girl talking about french. “I picked Latin, because, well, it’s more similar to my native tongue then French!”
“I prefer writing,” Arro said, “but everyone says I can take a pretty picture.” She chuckled. “Speaking of your native tongue, where are you from? I’m from Texas if you can’t tell from my accent.” Arro smiled as she let her accent slip a little bit. Over the years she has learned to control her accent and sound a little more normal, but she some times lets it slip when she wants to or when she’s really excited or scared.
“Ukraine.” She tapped the girl’s nose, “It didn’t say on that file yah got? Its almost like they want us to talk to each other.” She folded her arms and smiled. “So I guess we got a few things in common, do yah got a boyfriend?”
Arro, startled by the question, laughed loudly, running a hand through her black hair. “Uh, no. I just went on a rant about never being in love and then you ask me that?!” Arro laughed again, shaking her head. “Nah. No guy ever wants a girl like me. I’m too weird.”
“You don’t got to be in love, to date, darlin’.” She scowled, and snorted slightly. “What? You’re gorgeous. I’m sure any boy would... die, as you americans say, to date you.” She said so matter-of-factly, putting her hands on her hips as she started click-clack her boots against the floor.
Arro chuckled again. “Let me rephrase that. There are many idiotic boys who only look at looks who want to date me, but I never let them.” She sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. “I prefer if people see me for who I am, as I do to others.”
Natali nodded, “I’ve never had a boyfriend, but I’ve had many.. Suitors. “ She shuddered, “Do you want to grab some coffee, maybe?” She extended her hand, attempting to be friendly.
Arro gave a little half smile. Huh. Maybe this girl wasn’t half bad. Arro looked at her hand curiously and took it gingerly. “That sounds like fun.” Arro smiled at her fully this time, exposing her dimples on her cheeks.
“So, Arro Jenkins, what was your first few years like? We never really met, so, I wouldn’t exactly know what you went through.” She started to urge her to skip, she liked to skip, thinking it elegant and fun.. But she would back off if Arro started to resist. Her face turned, looking at Arro’s with a surprised expression. “Oh gosh, are those.. Dimples? Cute!” She snickered, poking them.
Arro raised an eyebrow at Natali, not even trying to skip once. She couldn’t even see herself doing something as girlish as that. “Actually, this is only my second year here… I was a late incomer because of my background.” Arro didn’t leave any space for questions there. “Yeah, I’ve had dimples ever since I was young. I don’t like them too much… They make me look a lot younger than I am.”
“A lot cuter, maybe. You seem my age nevertheless! I joined cause of some ruff’ stuff back at home..” She nudged her shoulder, “but since we’re roomies, I guess we can pick each other up.. Especially if either one of us falls apart!” She giggled, then thought for a second. “There needs to be some rules though, like no scaring me!”
Arro immediately dropped Natali’s hand after she said this and rubbed the back of her neck self consciously. “Um, that might not be possible,” Arro said quietly, cringing at how weak she sounded. She didn’t want to scare her roommate, but sometimes she couldn’t control it as much as she wanted to.
Natali tilted her head, “Oh, so you got a hankering to spoil lil’ ole me?” She pouted and jutted out her hip. “Hmpf. Well, then you’ll have to make up for it, alright?!” She raised an finger and wagged it at her.
Arro raised her eyebrows. “Mhmm… Alright then. I’ll try.” Arro smiled carefully at her and began walking again, but this time with her arms crossed across her chest. She stayed a good distance away from Natali.
Natali followed her, walking, one-step two-step three-step one.. One-step two-step three-step one.. After a while she got anxious. “What’s wrong?” She asked as they neared an student lounge where they could sit and eat.
Arro smiled at her carefully, hiding something behind her eyes and said, “Nothing’s wrong… Everything's fine.” She lied through her teeth to her new friend, but she didn’t exactly have time to explain what was wrong with her. She drew back a seat for Natali and then took her own seat.
Natali nodded, getting them some coffee before returning. She smiled softly to see the other girl at paid the attention to roll back her sea, which she took comfortably. “Look, if you ever need to tell me something, you can.” She sipped off the foam in her cup.
Arro smiled and took a quick swig of her coffee. It burnt her tongue slightly, but she didn’t pay it any attention. “Of course.” Arro murmured, smiling at her friend. But it was going to be a very long time before she was going to tell her anything. Arro smiled at her again carefully before taking another sip.
After the awkward sexy girl walked out of the room without even having to hear what Vid’ma had to say, she scowled and jumped out of the bed. How did she think conversations work? Typical. She sighed with bemusement, and darted out of the room. She followed Arro around the halls for a little, until she stood on her heels, cupping her hands around her mouth, “Yo!” She called.
Arro turned around and looked toward her roommate. Arro cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Yeah?” She took a deep breath and looked toward the other people on the floor. She avoided people as much as she could, but she couldn’t exactly avoid her roommate. She knew that she was going to be seeing this chick every day, so it needed to be done. They needed to bond… Arro just hoped it wasn’t as painful as it was going to seem. Arro frowned. “Did you need something?” she asked politely.
Natali strode across the hall, pushing people past her way as she had a determined face on her, “Why, you ran off so soon, I could barely introduce myself.” She snickered and smiled, “You’re a junior too, eh? Do we have any of the same electives..?” Her accent pondered and thought on each and every word, talking much slower than most of the entire student body.. It had a certain charm, however.
Arro shrugged, looking at her carefully. She hooked her thumbs on her belt straps and said, “Correct. I am a junior. I dunna know if we do. Do you have yearbook, swimming, music, or theater? Those, I believe, are all of my electives. I’m also taking French 3 out of Latin and French. I prefer French because it is the language of love.” Arro rolled her eyes at her last comment and laughed. “Not that I’ve ever been in love.” She rolled her eyes again, laughing in her head at the concept of love.
Natali waited patiently until she had stopped talking. And she thought she rambled. “Ah! I have yearbook and Theatre.. Do you like taking pictures? I’m an photographer myself!” She beamed slightly prouder than usual, snickering and playing with her nose as the girl talking about french. “I picked Latin, because, well, it’s more similar to my native tongue then French!”
“I prefer writing,” Arro said, “but everyone says I can take a pretty picture.” She chuckled. “Speaking of your native tongue, where are you from? I’m from Texas if you can’t tell from my accent.” Arro smiled as she let her accent slip a little bit. Over the years she has learned to control her accent and sound a little more normal, but she some times lets it slip when she wants to or when she’s really excited or scared.
“Ukraine.” She tapped the girl’s nose, “It didn’t say on that file yah got? Its almost like they want us to talk to each other.” She folded her arms and smiled. “So I guess we got a few things in common, do yah got a boyfriend?”
Arro, startled by the question, laughed loudly, running a hand through her black hair. “Uh, no. I just went on a rant about never being in love and then you ask me that?!” Arro laughed again, shaking her head. “Nah. No guy ever wants a girl like me. I’m too weird.”
“You don’t got to be in love, to date, darlin’.” She scowled, and snorted slightly. “What? You’re gorgeous. I’m sure any boy would... die, as you americans say, to date you.” She said so matter-of-factly, putting her hands on her hips as she started click-clack her boots against the floor.
Arro chuckled again. “Let me rephrase that. There are many idiotic boys who only look at looks who want to date me, but I never let them.” She sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. “I prefer if people see me for who I am, as I do to others.”
Natali nodded, “I’ve never had a boyfriend, but I’ve had many.. Suitors. “ She shuddered, “Do you want to grab some coffee, maybe?” She extended her hand, attempting to be friendly.
Arro gave a little half smile. Huh. Maybe this girl wasn’t half bad. Arro looked at her hand curiously and took it gingerly. “That sounds like fun.” Arro smiled at her fully this time, exposing her dimples on her cheeks.
“So, Arro Jenkins, what was your first few years like? We never really met, so, I wouldn’t exactly know what you went through.” She started to urge her to skip, she liked to skip, thinking it elegant and fun.. But she would back off if Arro started to resist. Her face turned, looking at Arro’s with a surprised expression. “Oh gosh, are those.. Dimples? Cute!” She snickered, poking them.
Arro raised an eyebrow at Natali, not even trying to skip once. She couldn’t even see herself doing something as girlish as that. “Actually, this is only my second year here… I was a late incomer because of my background.” Arro didn’t leave any space for questions there. “Yeah, I’ve had dimples ever since I was young. I don’t like them too much… They make me look a lot younger than I am.”
“A lot cuter, maybe. You seem my age nevertheless! I joined cause of some ruff’ stuff back at home..” She nudged her shoulder, “but since we’re roomies, I guess we can pick each other up.. Especially if either one of us falls apart!” She giggled, then thought for a second. “There needs to be some rules though, like no scaring me!”
Arro immediately dropped Natali’s hand after she said this and rubbed the back of her neck self consciously. “Um, that might not be possible,” Arro said quietly, cringing at how weak she sounded. She didn’t want to scare her roommate, but sometimes she couldn’t control it as much as she wanted to.
Natali tilted her head, “Oh, so you got a hankering to spoil lil’ ole me?” She pouted and jutted out her hip. “Hmpf. Well, then you’ll have to make up for it, alright?!” She raised an finger and wagged it at her.
Arro raised her eyebrows. “Mhmm… Alright then. I’ll try.” Arro smiled carefully at her and began walking again, but this time with her arms crossed across her chest. She stayed a good distance away from Natali.
Natali followed her, walking, one-step two-step three-step one.. One-step two-step three-step one.. After a while she got anxious. “What’s wrong?” She asked as they neared an student lounge where they could sit and eat.
Arro smiled at her carefully, hiding something behind her eyes and said, “Nothing’s wrong… Everything's fine.” She lied through her teeth to her new friend, but she didn’t exactly have time to explain what was wrong with her. She drew back a seat for Natali and then took her own seat.
Natali nodded, getting them some coffee before returning. She smiled softly to see the other girl at paid the attention to roll back her sea, which she took comfortably. “Look, if you ever need to tell me something, you can.” She sipped off the foam in her cup.
Arro smiled and took a quick swig of her coffee. It burnt her tongue slightly, but she didn’t pay it any attention. “Of course.” Arro murmured, smiling at her friend. But it was going to be a very long time before she was going to tell her anything. Arro smiled at her again carefully before taking another sip.
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Ms. Reese knows how to handle her students. *smile*
Also excellent post with @Tapscott!
On sensei noticed me! *blush*
Nat would enjoy many private talks with the Mistress! ;P
Jamie might tattle on her! "Hey, Miss, there's a pure psycho around the place claiming she's got powers."
Well she does call herself The Valkyrie. You know. That would raise some eyebrows from other students. xD
@Maelvona That's fine, but there is a reason I don't want powers revealed (yet). So tread carefully. And Ms. Reese or Dr. Mann may have a talk with her.
Fully fine , but do they bug the walls? I BET MS REESE CAN HEAR ANYTHING
@Maelvona Hey, so I'm okay with where you have it, but it's very imperative that you don't reveal your powers. That's why they are supposed to be hidden powers. Just don't go shouting it in the crowd.
I should say that your first year at Northwood you had a special counseling session. To anyone's knowledge they are the only one's who ever had it. The session talked about keep things under wraps. ALL STUDENTS with powers had this. This applies to everyone.
Yeah, sorry! Mchiggens kind of laid it down to her when she tried to push him too hard. She's pretty blunt, and she was just sure she felt something, you know? I just kind of reacted how she would, and not cockblocked her because of some rule I vaguely knew about. Luckily, it didn't come to them revealing all of their secrets haha.
She's slightly paranoid, and rebellious from authority, so she kind of does what she wants, but this was a special case since she felt he had something sinister going on.. Her telling him he also had powers was more of an guess, really. At the end of the IC she is just mad that she's been bested, and really thinks nothing suspicious of him now. She may think she's going crazy, though, she'll never admit it!
Imagine it as if they had an spiritual connection, basically confirming an clash of their respective powers. He was more curious/unsure of what to do/what to do say, I imagine, while she was decisive and wanted answers at once!
[Mae & McHaggis]
This boy. She had felt something, she was sure. She was thinking on him, trying to make out his features… He was of her height, had auburn hair, slightly handsome.. A typical boy. She clicked her boots against the floor, she had monopolized the hallway, she had wished someone had a camera.. The shot would be a rather appealing one.
No. She couldn’t distract herself now! There were at least, what, fifty boys here? So many, but she knew she could make out this one. She hadn’t gotten a good glance at him, being behind her and all, but if he think he could catch The Valkyrie unawares, he was sure for a misfire! Was it misfire? She hated american sayings.
She drowsily looked towards the stairwell, what would she do if he walked in right at this moment? A large grin spread on her face, and she thought of just exactly what to do.. Ah, being devious, maybe they had a right to call her Vid’ma.
The boy – James? – sauntered in just then, eyes pinned to his schedule with the smallest of grins on his face as if he was rationing them. His new bowling shoes, soft and brown in colour with rubber heels made squeaking noises, ones that he seemed overly amused by. For a moment, he looked at ease with the world. Alone, isolated from the rest of the students in the gym hall who had yet to collect their packs. All that was for naught, as she strut her leg out, hoping to trip him as he walked, unaware of her presence as she leaned against the wall.
And then his face froze as he neared, that same tiny smile seeming almost plastered on or carved out of stone, and indecision flitted through his eyes, as quick as a flash. His pace slowed, but he didn’t stop or react with any realistic surprise as he walked straight through into her leg. The boy didn’t trip, but he did stumble.
“Hey, nice one,” he said easily without seeming the least bit upset as he righted himself and stopped for a moment to stare at Natali.
She smiled innocently, like she hadn’t done it at all. “Hallo.” She waved, and then tapped him on his nose. “Why’d you trip?” She tilted her head, her accent thick as she said the words, taking a considerable more leave of time than he did to pronounce them.
His words slowed considerably from the fast-paced motormouth of the Scottish accent as if in an attempt to make himself understood, just in case. He ran a hand through his hair, folded his schedule into a crinkled mess and shoved it into his back pocket. “Oh, I dunno. Could just be the Soviets leavin’ their legs lyin’ around the place, y’know?”
She hissed, but then concealed her lips. “I’m not a fool, you don’t have to.. Do that.” She was referring to his speech. She did notice. “And you know, being compared to a Soviet in my country either makes you an bastard, or an soon to be dead man.” She shrugs, smiling fondly. “Here in america, I suppose, revolutionaries aren’t common. You seem.. More of an Imperial man, though.” She snorted, saluting him, “Is that what you British do, eh?”
“Well, even Americans’ve asked me to slow down a’fore, but if you want to me speak normally – like a true Weegie – I can do that.” He shrugged, utterly ambivalent. “I wouldn’t go around threatenin’ death on all those who offend you. Most of my dad’s business partners are Soviets, so I made a guess. Sorry.”
She peered into his eyes, “Sorry. Pappi says I should.. Be less confrontational.” She put her finger onto his chest, “I don’t really care what you call me. What I do care about, is you spying on me.” She shuddered. “I felt you. It was strange.. You were nowhere near me, yet.. It manifested just the same. What were you doing?” She scrunched up her face, cutely trying to look fierce.
“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Jamie said with unusual nonchalance for a kid in his situation. His eyes did narrow at the finger on his chest, but he said and did nothing about it. “Maybe it’s just one of those things, bit like electric shocks ‘n the like? Deja vu? In-ex-plicable phenomena?” He emphasised each and every syllable of the ‘in-ex-plicable’ in a jaunty voice.
“You have powers. I have my own.” She snickered, “Just tell me what you do. If you can’t control it, then.. Well.. Why were you doing it?” She bit her lip, and recoiled her hand. She didn’t know what he saw, but she felt an intruder in her.. Thoughts? No. It was more raw, less complicated than that.
“Look, no offense, hen, but I don’t have a clue what you’re on about.” He moved away from the wall he was seemingly pinned back into the open hallway, ready to walk away. “And seriously, get some help. Psy-chi-atric, if you need it.” Again with the annunciating big words for emphasis.
Her eyes glared at him, her own nose flaring at his words. “Well. I will find out. And when I do.. I am going to be slightly unsettled by it!” She looked a fool. But if she didn’t make a threat, what could she do? She let her guard down, this boy was nothing, she concluded, her shield loosening as indecision and nervousness scrambled out of her mind. She wheeled. “Tata.” She said hoarsely, whipping her coat-cape with her.
“See ya. Have fun.” James let out a startled (and almost victorious) laugh, almost as if he hadn’t yet been able to process what was going on. “Go save the world or something, yeah?” She thundered to her room. Mocking her, The Valkyrie, Just like an Imperial. -James? Jaime?- you will DIE!
This boy. She had felt something, she was sure. She was thinking on him, trying to make out his features… He was of her height, had auburn hair, slightly handsome.. A typical boy. She clicked her boots against the floor, she had monopolized the hallway, she had wished someone had a camera.. The shot would be a rather appealing one.
No. She couldn’t distract herself now! There were at least, what, fifty boys here? So many, but she knew she could make out this one. She hadn’t gotten a good glance at him, being behind her and all, but if he think he could catch The Valkyrie unawares, he was sure for a misfire! Was it misfire? She hated american sayings.
She drowsily looked towards the stairwell, what would she do if he walked in right at this moment? A large grin spread on her face, and she thought of just exactly what to do.. Ah, being devious, maybe they had a right to call her Vid’ma.
The boy – James? – sauntered in just then, eyes pinned to his schedule with the smallest of grins on his face as if he was rationing them. His new bowling shoes, soft and brown in colour with rubber heels made squeaking noises, ones that he seemed overly amused by. For a moment, he looked at ease with the world. Alone, isolated from the rest of the students in the gym hall who had yet to collect their packs. All that was for naught, as she strut her leg out, hoping to trip him as he walked, unaware of her presence as she leaned against the wall.
And then his face froze as he neared, that same tiny smile seeming almost plastered on or carved out of stone, and indecision flitted through his eyes, as quick as a flash. His pace slowed, but he didn’t stop or react with any realistic surprise as he walked straight through into her leg. The boy didn’t trip, but he did stumble.
“Hey, nice one,” he said easily without seeming the least bit upset as he righted himself and stopped for a moment to stare at Natali.
She smiled innocently, like she hadn’t done it at all. “Hallo.” She waved, and then tapped him on his nose. “Why’d you trip?” She tilted her head, her accent thick as she said the words, taking a considerable more leave of time than he did to pronounce them.
His words slowed considerably from the fast-paced motormouth of the Scottish accent as if in an attempt to make himself understood, just in case. He ran a hand through his hair, folded his schedule into a crinkled mess and shoved it into his back pocket. “Oh, I dunno. Could just be the Soviets leavin’ their legs lyin’ around the place, y’know?”
She hissed, but then concealed her lips. “I’m not a fool, you don’t have to.. Do that.” She was referring to his speech. She did notice. “And you know, being compared to a Soviet in my country either makes you an bastard, or an soon to be dead man.” She shrugs, smiling fondly. “Here in america, I suppose, revolutionaries aren’t common. You seem.. More of an Imperial man, though.” She snorted, saluting him, “Is that what you British do, eh?”
“Well, even Americans’ve asked me to slow down a’fore, but if you want to me speak normally – like a true Weegie – I can do that.” He shrugged, utterly ambivalent. “I wouldn’t go around threatenin’ death on all those who offend you. Most of my dad’s business partners are Soviets, so I made a guess. Sorry.”
She peered into his eyes, “Sorry. Pappi says I should.. Be less confrontational.” She put her finger onto his chest, “I don’t really care what you call me. What I do care about, is you spying on me.” She shuddered. “I felt you. It was strange.. You were nowhere near me, yet.. It manifested just the same. What were you doing?” She scrunched up her face, cutely trying to look fierce.
“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Jamie said with unusual nonchalance for a kid in his situation. His eyes did narrow at the finger on his chest, but he said and did nothing about it. “Maybe it’s just one of those things, bit like electric shocks ‘n the like? Deja vu? In-ex-plicable phenomena?” He emphasised each and every syllable of the ‘in-ex-plicable’ in a jaunty voice.
“You have powers. I have my own.” She snickered, “Just tell me what you do. If you can’t control it, then.. Well.. Why were you doing it?” She bit her lip, and recoiled her hand. She didn’t know what he saw, but she felt an intruder in her.. Thoughts? No. It was more raw, less complicated than that.
“Look, no offense, hen, but I don’t have a clue what you’re on about.” He moved away from the wall he was seemingly pinned back into the open hallway, ready to walk away. “And seriously, get some help. Psy-chi-atric, if you need it.” Again with the annunciating big words for emphasis.
Her eyes glared at him, her own nose flaring at his words. “Well. I will find out. And when I do.. I am going to be slightly unsettled by it!” She looked a fool. But if she didn’t make a threat, what could she do? She let her guard down, this boy was nothing, she concluded, her shield loosening as indecision and nervousness scrambled out of her mind. She wheeled. “Tata.” She said hoarsely, whipping her coat-cape with her.
“See ya. Have fun.” James let out a startled (and almost victorious) laugh, almost as if he hadn’t yet been able to process what was going on. “Go save the world or something, yeah?” She thundered to her room. Mocking her, The Valkyrie, Just like an Imperial. -James? Jaime?- you will DIE!
@Maelvona – It's kinda like sucking off their aura or just seeing/hearing/tasting the emotions they give off. I think if Jamie was forcing emotions onto someone else, purposefully or unintentionally, they'd probably notice that.
Or maybe with Nat's forcefield ability activated she could notice him doing all that! That could be interesting :D
Tasting. That's a yummy description..
And ooohhhhooohh! I like that! I was thinking she would just be like dumb invisible woman, but this is much cooler.. Protecting herself from Cosmic/Supernatural powers as well as physical?! Thats awesome. +1 to you.
Its okay, I loved the post! It was very cool, I am just hitting my head on all the things I could have added in her inner-monologue.. Then again, not alot goes on in her head! ;P
I'd like a collaboration, I did one with Grumpy Dr. Hamm, and I would like to make some other friends as well! Question: Can someone feel when you're reading their emotions/mind, or is it you kind of just sucking off their aura?
I'd like a collaboration, I did one with Grumpy Dr. Hamm, and I would like to make some other friends as well! Question: Can someone feel when you're reading their emotions/mind, or is it you kind of just sucking off their aura?
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