Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance
Dᴀᴛᴇ: Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, Tᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ 8ᴛʜ.
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: First Day
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: The class, Sadie-Girl
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Poetry smiled, even though she had gotten the guess wrong. Well, there had been only a third of a chance that she'd get it right. Very well, she'd try harder next time. Though if she was last, she wouldn't mind it very much. Shad had never been one to tack success on such unstable things like numbers and percentages. Knowing humans was really the only way to guess what they'd do next. And with no one human exactly like the other, it made her distrust in statistic grow even more.
If was so easy change, the mind and it's choices. One month your favorite music was pop, the next it was something a bit darker, and yet the next you favorite could be an oldie. It was just too easily changed sometimes. It was what made people interesting. Listening to the others with placcid amusement and a calm-water smile, the fae like girl grinned up at Selene who had placed a candy on her table.
She grinned at Sadie too, beaming warmly when the other girl got the answer right. Her hand snaking up into the air once more, in the fluid sort of way she always moved, she grinned brightly. "Please let the lie be that you've lived here since you were born~" she licked her lips pleasantly, "cuz I'd love to get munchin' on anything you'd make, Sadie-Girl~"
With her correct guess, she stood with that slow and easy sort of way about her. The halo of silvered-golden curls brushing her cheeks she grinned brightly still. "Alright~ Alright~" her melodic voice practically sang out with all the sweetness of a spring-time lullaby, "Two truths and one lie~ Let's see, oh, let's try~" She put her finger to her chin then swirled her hand when she thought of the prefect things to say. "Right! I almost forgot! I am Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance and it pleases me to meet you, like, a lot~!"
"Let's get this kickin'!" she giggled and wiggled with a fluid and almost dance-like jive.
"I live in a big house outside of town~ I live to make all people frown~ I just freak out at the sign of a clown~!"
Poetry grinned and with a nod, placed her hands behind her back. There now. An easy one that didn't get too deep, but was just as light and fluffy as the atmosphere she enjoyed. Accepting Sadie's yummy treat with a grateful grin, she nodded and sat down again.
Easy as pie. Wouldn't make anyone cry.
Just the kind of game this should be,
Two truths and one lie. Oberon continued to turn his pen about in his long fingers, he lifted his head slowly. The earbud in one ear, hidden by scarf and hair, he kept his eyes always slowly scanning the others. Those who stood and proclaimed their lies and truths were less than entertaining. Instead he watched the reactions of their peers. Now that was valuable.
A gaze was burning into him. Gazes often bounced and glanced off of him, but they usually left when other oddities presented themselves. And among their class, there were more than a few oddities present. Actually almost everyone is class could be considered such a thing. And so, he was perfectly blended into the crowd of angsty and weirdo kids who dressed in black and always seemed to be brooding about something.
But slowly he let his lingering gaze press into the fire-lit eyes that pressed upon him so intently. She had been staring at him since they had torn their papers. Perhaps even before then. It was hard to say. He had expected her to grow disinterested in him. But instead he found her staring still.
The one called Selene placed a candy on his desk and he let a ghost of a smile touch his lips. It was kind of her. And usually he'd feel the need to give his utmost thanks for such a gift. But at the moment, he was quite captured by the intensity of this girl who stared at him with such smoldering fire in her eyes. What exactly was she thinking? And why did she stare? Oberon remembered those eyes and that gaze. She had been the one who stared at him at the fair.
Even with her sheer black top and leather skirt begging every hormonal adolescent to come and stare, Oberon was far more interested in her eyes. What exactly was she thinking? And why did she stare? Oberon remembered those eyes and that gaze. She had been the one who stared at him at the fair. He only broke eyes contact to look down at the ashy mess her burnt paper had place on the fresh innocence of her new high school desk. A thing most people pressed worshiping hand to and she had pressed her mark of ash and cinder into it.
A smile broke over those usually reserved and alabaster features of his. His sharp eyes met her capturing gaze once more. When she smile, he pushed his finger through his hair, pushing the dark shield away from his eyes. Eye covered by sunglasses. She called him 'pretty'. How little she could see of him. He was anything but.
Standing, Oberon took off his sunglasses, the angry storm-cloud bruise about one of his eyes dark and stretching over the pale skin of his face. The cut in his forehead had an raging red tone about it, shouting that it had been reopened before it could properly heal. His lip ring was a sharp spike stud of black metal in his mouth, his arched brows dark and demanding of her. Those ice-colored eyes, deeper than the darkest of caverns and even more elusive to their secrets, bored back into her with amusement.
"You lie about living to make people frown," his sharpened steel glaze sliced through the blonde flimsy thing of girl, before cutting through each and everyone of his classmates.
"I am Oberon Demetrius Grimbald," he said just as curtly as the coldness in his cutting gaze towards each of his classmates, "I care little about making friends. I dislike long chats about nothing. And above all," he looked at the girl who had fire in her eyes, "I do not indulge in dalliances that mean nothing." With that he sat down with just as much grace as anyone of royalty might, the batter boy closing those dark and dangerous eyes of his.
Guess which one was a lie, those eyes had drove into the girl who sat by him. The carefree atmosphere the flimsy fairy of a girl had set up had been disrupted by the tension, compared only to that of growing sea storm, that Oberon had set in motion. His dark eyes opened again and he looked over at Indiana with a small intelligent and curious gaze. Would she guess correctly? It was clear which was lie. It should be clear... He had every intention of entering a meaningless dalliance with her and that fire-brand gaze of hers.
Never one was he to beat around the bush.
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