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Sweet. I'll be seeing Guardians tomorrow evening... but hopefully me and Krimp can get started on the basics for a post before I leave.
*dances around*
I posted. Kaidan, I'm sorry. Kijani was pretty much a bitch in training before, and now she's in a much worse state. Your guy just provided an easy target.
^_^; No hard feelings, I hope. I'm just very near to the climax of the arc I've been building for her since the RP started... and that was a... well, a major interruption.
^_^; No hard feelings, I hope. I'm just very near to the climax of the arc I've been building for her since the RP started... and that was a... well, a major interruption.
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Kaiden heard Kalinda yelling at him but he couldn't see her. He was unsure whether she had got in to his head or whether she had arrived the same way he had. He shook his head as if that would rid him of Kalinda's presence. He glanced to Connor who was right next to Kijani. He knew all eyes were on him. If he could teleport himself out as quickly as he arrived he would have. The last thing he wanted though was for the people at his new school to exile him on his first day. He tried to act cool, ignoring Kalinda, as he turned to speak to Kijani. "Are you ok? I um, purposefully came here to check on you. I was worried that you got really hurt." Although he acted smooth with his actions, covering up his blunder in appearance, his emotions were real and he really did care if she was ok or not. He could feel many eyes on him, probably not very happy with his interjection.
Kijani was about to open her mouth and start talking, when there was a loud noise, like the crack of a whip. Suddenly, some guy she hadn't ever met was in front of her, asking about her business. She showed a display of her old haughtiness, her eyes going ice cold.
"Do I know you?" The disdain in her voice was obvious. "Do me a favor, dear. Since you haven't seemed to mastered the art of basic human manners, I'll give you about thirty seconds to get out of here the way you came, before I send you to hell in pieces. I don't think you'll be magically appearing out of that." She fixed her yellow eyes on Kaidan and didn't blink.
"Get lost."
Kijani watched as he settled, then looked off to the side, her gaze distant. "I don't know where to start, honestly. What happened to me yesterday has everything to do with what happened to me 6 years ago. And I guess that involves the rest of my childhood previous to that, so..." She shrugged. "Pick a starting point, Connor."
Kijani sighed deeply and sat up. She pushed her hair back and then stood, starting to walk away. There wasn't any pain, which was wonderful. Yet, still, she just wanted to sleep. Figuring Connor would follow, she walked until they reached an area that was mostly isolated. It had plenty of trees and no one was paying any attention, so she settled on the grass, hugging her knees to her chest.
"I'll talk, but... when you walk away, don't blame me."
"I'll talk, but... when you walk away, don't blame me."
Kijani wanted to tell the doctor to shove the pills up her backside, and probably would have done so if she had the energy. Instead she huffed lightly and shut her eyes again, simply mumbling the ever-effective teenage response.
"Whatever."
"Whatever."
I've finally done something! It's not much, but it's something...
Kijani listened to Mr. Croil, lingering on the porch as he spoke. Even though his body was still, she could tell a lot from the tone of his voice. He and Mr. Brandleman would never be friends. Unfortunately though, from the way he put things, the crook was the better of two evils in this town. She only wished that there was some way to... fix things. But there she was again, trying to interfere. "I will be very careful." She smiled, and stepped closer to the porch. When there, she called out, letting her voice carry into the growing twilight. "Thank you, Mr. Croil. For... all of today." A sweet, secretive smile brought a touch of joy to her eyes. Without waiting for a response, she went inside to see what miracles Feather had performed for dinner.
The next day passed with much more calmness. While she did have the same nightmare again, she was able to quell her reaction before she dressed and went downstairs. She was up much earlier, and so did her best to attempt to help Feather with the breakfast. To be honest, she was probably more in the way than helpful, but she did set the table without breaking anything. Next was to learn to cook. The morning and afternoonn were blazing hot, so Kijani decided to stay in and read. While part of her did want to go and see if she could just happen to run into Mr. Croil again, she figured he wouldn't want to be distracted from his work. So she stayed upstairs with her books. While she tried to stay quiet, eventually snatches of stanzas could be heard echoing down the stairs. She probably should try to stay quiet, but it was something purely reflexive. When she was the most excited about what was on the page, she wanted to hear the words in the air.
The reading helped to quell her thoughts, which threatened to consume her every time she stopped doing something. By now they would certainly be looking for her in the city. Had she covered her tracks well enough? Perhaps she should have falsified a ransom note, to further muddy her trail. But no, that would have required more talent than she possessed. She would've had to distort her handwriting, invent a kidnapping, leave false evidence. No, this was better. After all, they didn't know which way she'd gone, or how far. Most likely they'd pass Arbordale completely and head to the next largest town.
The day passed with minimal incident, and soon Feather was calling her for supper. She washed up and alighted down the stairs, smiling politely and inhaling deeply. "It smells like pure heaven, Feather. You're very talented, you know. I wish you could teach me."
The next day passed with much more calmness. While she did have the same nightmare again, she was able to quell her reaction before she dressed and went downstairs. She was up much earlier, and so did her best to attempt to help Feather with the breakfast. To be honest, she was probably more in the way than helpful, but she did set the table without breaking anything. Next was to learn to cook. The morning and afternoonn were blazing hot, so Kijani decided to stay in and read. While part of her did want to go and see if she could just happen to run into Mr. Croil again, she figured he wouldn't want to be distracted from his work. So she stayed upstairs with her books. While she tried to stay quiet, eventually snatches of stanzas could be heard echoing down the stairs. She probably should try to stay quiet, but it was something purely reflexive. When she was the most excited about what was on the page, she wanted to hear the words in the air.
The reading helped to quell her thoughts, which threatened to consume her every time she stopped doing something. By now they would certainly be looking for her in the city. Had she covered her tracks well enough? Perhaps she should have falsified a ransom note, to further muddy her trail. But no, that would have required more talent than she possessed. She would've had to distort her handwriting, invent a kidnapping, leave false evidence. No, this was better. After all, they didn't know which way she'd gone, or how far. Most likely they'd pass Arbordale completely and head to the next largest town.
The day passed with minimal incident, and soon Feather was calling her for supper. She washed up and alighted down the stairs, smiling politely and inhaling deeply. "It smells like pure heaven, Feather. You're very talented, you know. I wish you could teach me."
Kijani lifted her head, her gaze unfocused. "...do you guys carry any... like... sleeping pills? I want to sleep. I really want to sleep." Her voice was a low mumble. The inside of her head was a stark contrast.
How could you be so stupid? Your one talent, your agility, you failed miserably in front of everyone. You will never live this down. Who wants someone who can't even do the most basic tasks? Next you'll forget how to read! I don't know why you're even bothering...
The yelling in her head was in a voice, somewhere between her grandmother's, her mother's and her father's. All at the same time, or fading between the three.
How could you be so stupid? Your one talent, your agility, you failed miserably in front of everyone. You will never live this down. Who wants someone who can't even do the most basic tasks? Next you'll forget how to read! I don't know why you're even bothering...
The yelling in her head was in a voice, somewhere between her grandmother's, her mother's and her father's. All at the same time, or fading between the three.
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