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"Yes," Ellie responded without pretense, her mouth setting into a light frown, "thankfully it's my first offense this year. If things go as they did previously, I'm certain I'll end up here a few more times." She had been warned against getting in trouble, but that was monstrously conflicted with her own sense of 'honor'; as well as what her mother and father had imparted to her. "Guts...?" A soft sigh left her, her eyes more pointedly drifting to Jayce; unreadable behind his glasses. "No," she said quietly, "I don't think that's what it is. Thank you, however."
Really, I don't know why I'm compelled to intervene, her fingers interlaced, the left digits brushing against the coarse strips of cloth that nullified her Tablet Power, I've been thinking about that, over the summer. My father says it's the duty of those who bear the Lunaclad name. My mother says it's because we should all strive to be good people. One finger worked against her knuckles absently. Ellie had never been one to speak of matters like this openly, though there were other things that could get her talking; she decided to spare those around her these private thoughts. I think it's because I want to.
Osman shifted in his chair, looking at Jayce and then Nico. "Dudes, let me be real. I've never seen anything like it. Real deal isn't even close!" With the cool-kid's jab at Seisil Ellie stiffened and Osman let out a long laugh. She chose to remain silent, though a worried glance from her periphery might have given her away. "He better be, that guy's been giving me hell since last year! I'm, uh...a Nobody...so...yeah..." Ellie brought her hands away from the desk, quietly turning her head to Osman. I wish he weren't so enthusiastic about praising me, her shoulders had tensed, but were slowly relaxing, I didn't do anything to earn it. Seisil didn't even look in their direction, his Enlil Network open; seemingly absorbed in sending messages.
Then her gaze flickered to Icarus. He's in a similar situation to Osman, came the thought, her fingers still absently running over themselves under the table, the Disciplinary Enforcement Squads are becoming more severe in their treatment of students. Aurora didn't care that Osman was the victim. Something will need to be done, if this continues. Her face had turned sour with stony displeasure, mouth setting into a thin line. At least Felicity is treating him kindly. His smile, though... Something was odd about that, certainly, but she couldn't understand why the newcomer would be happy in situation like this. Of course, there was much Ellie didn't understand about people; so she simply let it go.
The boy in front of her was calling out, again, to the newcomer; inviting him to partake of their ruse-earned freedom. Ellie smiled, slightly, letting her earlier thoughts flee into the ethereal distance. She wouldn't forget them, and certainly wouldn't be letting go of her growing dislike of the Disciplinary Squads. They would be dealt with, or at least contested, when the time was right; when she had more adequate cause to stand fully against them. "Future you?" She said it quietly, so as not to interrupt, but it was an interesting concept that she had never considered before. As far as Ellie thought, she was always her. Regardless of what moment in time she occupied. I wonder if Future Me is much different from Current Me. Past Ellie wasn't part of the equation, though, technically the Ellie that had that thought was already Past Ellie. Still, his point was valid enough.
The other boy slid back over with alacrity, giving the cool-kid an echoing high-five. Then he began speaking. Osman was turned away, looking around the room; but Ellie looked straight at Nico. She felt that the statement was more aimed at the newcomer than herself or Osman, but people often seemed to think she was the type to go beyond her bounds and ruin things. This particular thing, this situation that they had schemed up was actually rather beneficial. "I have no intention of marring a good thing by reporting you. I'm sure Osman will keep quiet about it, as well." A turn and nod from her companion cemented this arrangement. Companion... It was odd, when she considered it, but there was no other way to describe one of the boys she'd met in the courtyard, perhaps 'friend'. Regardless he seems to admire me. I hope I can live up to his expectations. Her thought ended, and introductions began.
"It's nice to meet you; Jayce, Nico and Felicity," though she had met Felicity, before, the two of them had not been around each other too often, "My name is Elefthemia Lunaclad. You can call me 'Ellie'." A smile accompanied her words, genuine, followed by a nod to each. While she wasn't entirely happy being called a 'rotten delinquent', she could tell that Jayce wasn't entirely serious about the label. "I hope we get along." While normally that was a polite statement, Ellie found herself meaning it.
Osman perked up, putting a thumb to his chest. "I'm Osman Cain, great to meet you!" He stretched out against his chair and put his feet on the table, nonchalant as he could be. "What, uh, do you guys do for fun in here? You've got the setup, for sure, but sitting around the rest of the day is going to be boooooring!"
Ellie supposed that was true, but her gut told her that nothing good would come of that statement.
Really, I don't know why I'm compelled to intervene, her fingers interlaced, the left digits brushing against the coarse strips of cloth that nullified her Tablet Power, I've been thinking about that, over the summer. My father says it's the duty of those who bear the Lunaclad name. My mother says it's because we should all strive to be good people. One finger worked against her knuckles absently. Ellie had never been one to speak of matters like this openly, though there were other things that could get her talking; she decided to spare those around her these private thoughts. I think it's because I want to.
Osman shifted in his chair, looking at Jayce and then Nico. "Dudes, let me be real. I've never seen anything like it. Real deal isn't even close!" With the cool-kid's jab at Seisil Ellie stiffened and Osman let out a long laugh. She chose to remain silent, though a worried glance from her periphery might have given her away. "He better be, that guy's been giving me hell since last year! I'm, uh...a Nobody...so...yeah..." Ellie brought her hands away from the desk, quietly turning her head to Osman. I wish he weren't so enthusiastic about praising me, her shoulders had tensed, but were slowly relaxing, I didn't do anything to earn it. Seisil didn't even look in their direction, his Enlil Network open; seemingly absorbed in sending messages.
Then her gaze flickered to Icarus. He's in a similar situation to Osman, came the thought, her fingers still absently running over themselves under the table, the Disciplinary Enforcement Squads are becoming more severe in their treatment of students. Aurora didn't care that Osman was the victim. Something will need to be done, if this continues. Her face had turned sour with stony displeasure, mouth setting into a thin line. At least Felicity is treating him kindly. His smile, though... Something was odd about that, certainly, but she couldn't understand why the newcomer would be happy in situation like this. Of course, there was much Ellie didn't understand about people; so she simply let it go.
The boy in front of her was calling out, again, to the newcomer; inviting him to partake of their ruse-earned freedom. Ellie smiled, slightly, letting her earlier thoughts flee into the ethereal distance. She wouldn't forget them, and certainly wouldn't be letting go of her growing dislike of the Disciplinary Squads. They would be dealt with, or at least contested, when the time was right; when she had more adequate cause to stand fully against them. "Future you?" She said it quietly, so as not to interrupt, but it was an interesting concept that she had never considered before. As far as Ellie thought, she was always her. Regardless of what moment in time she occupied. I wonder if Future Me is much different from Current Me. Past Ellie wasn't part of the equation, though, technically the Ellie that had that thought was already Past Ellie. Still, his point was valid enough.
The other boy slid back over with alacrity, giving the cool-kid an echoing high-five. Then he began speaking. Osman was turned away, looking around the room; but Ellie looked straight at Nico. She felt that the statement was more aimed at the newcomer than herself or Osman, but people often seemed to think she was the type to go beyond her bounds and ruin things. This particular thing, this situation that they had schemed up was actually rather beneficial. "I have no intention of marring a good thing by reporting you. I'm sure Osman will keep quiet about it, as well." A turn and nod from her companion cemented this arrangement. Companion... It was odd, when she considered it, but there was no other way to describe one of the boys she'd met in the courtyard, perhaps 'friend'. Regardless he seems to admire me. I hope I can live up to his expectations. Her thought ended, and introductions began.
"It's nice to meet you; Jayce, Nico and Felicity," though she had met Felicity, before, the two of them had not been around each other too often, "My name is Elefthemia Lunaclad. You can call me 'Ellie'." A smile accompanied her words, genuine, followed by a nod to each. While she wasn't entirely happy being called a 'rotten delinquent', she could tell that Jayce wasn't entirely serious about the label. "I hope we get along." While normally that was a polite statement, Ellie found herself meaning it.
Osman perked up, putting a thumb to his chest. "I'm Osman Cain, great to meet you!" He stretched out against his chair and put his feet on the table, nonchalant as he could be. "What, uh, do you guys do for fun in here? You've got the setup, for sure, but sitting around the rest of the day is going to be boooooring!"
Ellie supposed that was true, but her gut told her that nothing good would come of that statement.
I'll have a post up for Aito shortly after Mordecai posts. Which I've been informed will be sometime later today. I can't promise I'll get it done tonight, but at the worst it will be tomorrow morning.
I'm getting to work on an Ellie post, right now.
I'm getting to work on an Ellie post, right now.
@MordecaiThe 1st Val is Approved, you can move her over to the Character Tab!
@floodtalon That's fine. I'll wait until sometime tomorrow before moving forward.
EDIT: As a note; When I say 'moving forward' I mean, simply, allowing Mordecai to post before you. Not that Akira is being skipped or ignored for this round of posts.
EDIT: As a note; When I say 'moving forward' I mean, simply, allowing Mordecai to post before you. Not that Akira is being skipped or ignored for this round of posts.
@floodtalon Hey, since it's been two days, I'm letting @MordecaiThe 1st post ahead of you. That is unless you've begun work on a post. If I haven't heard from you by the time I wake up, he has permission to proceed.
Read the post!
Tears streamed down his face, glistening as they fell; caught in the warm sunset. Eddie had climbed the building twice. He stood perfectly still, staring out over the lesser buildings. Thankfully, the blood he had left behind was just out of his periphery. That's what scared him the most. "Ayúdame Dios," he whispered, closing his eyes to shut it out, "no soy un demonio..." He knew people were watching him, from adjacent windows. They were the ones who had called the police. Strange, though, that he couldn't hear sirens.
When his eyes closed, the images invaded. Albina's towel. Himself on the bathroom floor. Himself on the concrete, letting out a noise that couldn't possibly be human. Eddie Garcia shook, trembling from his stomach up to his shoulders; like he was caving in on himself. A new wave of tears were coming, demanding that he opened his eyes. He fought it; earning another image. What he had seen, or, rather, what he had seen through. It was the building he now stood on, painted with a ghostly brush. The walls were nothing more than a window and he had the instinct that he could simply move through, if he so wished.
Everything had been ethereal, his vision touched at the edges with a wriggling white. Maybe I died. Maybe this is Hell. His eyes opened. In front of him stretched the uneven knot of New Steel City. Old bricks and glass towers. Squalor defined the Bliss Haven cluster. His eyes dropped, his fingers curling. A stretch of gray, a splatter of red. Detritus pushed around by a wind he couldn't feel, even at the height he was standing. People hid in corners they thought he couldn't see; their phones raised to him. They probably already got their fucking shot of the blood. Of...of me climbing the building.
That was when the door opened behind him. His body tensed and was immediately torn apart. Eddie didn't hear a damn thing. Pain rushed through him, taking parts of his body with it. He was turning with the force of whatever hit him, hitting the ground; next to shards of bone and the splatter of his innards. Blood too stained what he could see, which was mostly boots. Strangely, though, his mind wasn't on them. Or the gurgling rasp of his bloody struggle for breath.
It smelled like her. I used it to mop up my blood...after that thing...
"Beta One, this is Alpha One," the guy sounded German, Eddie noted, "target is still alive, but incapacitated." A pause, another shifting of boots and the subtle scrapes of armor. "Yes ma'am. Understood. Regenerative properties seem to be lesser than other Subjects. We have time." Eddie tried to roll, but found that his body simply wouldn't comply. He felt hollow. His rasp became a nightmarish chuckle; crimson spraying with each heave.
I just wanna get out of here. I wanna see Albina again. I wanna get high.
How many there were was a mystery. One particular set of boots lingered closer than the rest. Probably the German guy It didn't matter. Eddie knew he was fucked. Whatever had hit him was strong and he'd bet that there were guns somewhere above those boots. Makes sense that they'd hit me with something hard. I jumped off a building twice and I'm still here. Something shifted, all the boots moving to linger on the edge of his vision. What's that, man? Some kind of box? "We're going to hit him with a dose. Once that's done, we take him back." He would've smiled, if his body weren't being rebellious. Sure, man, I'll take whatever you got. Just hit me with something good. There was a brief sound that he couldn't identify, a distant pain in his leg signifying that they weren't lying. Immediately, things began to feel heavy; the weight of the world pushing down on him in dull waves. The boots moved in unison, sliding the box toward him.
Is that a coffin? Oh, fuck.
When his eyes closed, the images invaded. Albina's towel. Himself on the bathroom floor. Himself on the concrete, letting out a noise that couldn't possibly be human. Eddie Garcia shook, trembling from his stomach up to his shoulders; like he was caving in on himself. A new wave of tears were coming, demanding that he opened his eyes. He fought it; earning another image. What he had seen, or, rather, what he had seen through. It was the building he now stood on, painted with a ghostly brush. The walls were nothing more than a window and he had the instinct that he could simply move through, if he so wished.
Everything had been ethereal, his vision touched at the edges with a wriggling white. Maybe I died. Maybe this is Hell. His eyes opened. In front of him stretched the uneven knot of New Steel City. Old bricks and glass towers. Squalor defined the Bliss Haven cluster. His eyes dropped, his fingers curling. A stretch of gray, a splatter of red. Detritus pushed around by a wind he couldn't feel, even at the height he was standing. People hid in corners they thought he couldn't see; their phones raised to him. They probably already got their fucking shot of the blood. Of...of me climbing the building.
That was when the door opened behind him. His body tensed and was immediately torn apart. Eddie didn't hear a damn thing. Pain rushed through him, taking parts of his body with it. He was turning with the force of whatever hit him, hitting the ground; next to shards of bone and the splatter of his innards. Blood too stained what he could see, which was mostly boots. Strangely, though, his mind wasn't on them. Or the gurgling rasp of his bloody struggle for breath.
It smelled like her. I used it to mop up my blood...after that thing...
"Beta One, this is Alpha One," the guy sounded German, Eddie noted, "target is still alive, but incapacitated." A pause, another shifting of boots and the subtle scrapes of armor. "Yes ma'am. Understood. Regenerative properties seem to be lesser than other Subjects. We have time." Eddie tried to roll, but found that his body simply wouldn't comply. He felt hollow. His rasp became a nightmarish chuckle; crimson spraying with each heave.
I just wanna get out of here. I wanna see Albina again. I wanna get high.
How many there were was a mystery. One particular set of boots lingered closer than the rest. Probably the German guy It didn't matter. Eddie knew he was fucked. Whatever had hit him was strong and he'd bet that there were guns somewhere above those boots. Makes sense that they'd hit me with something hard. I jumped off a building twice and I'm still here. Something shifted, all the boots moving to linger on the edge of his vision. What's that, man? Some kind of box? "We're going to hit him with a dose. Once that's done, we take him back." He would've smiled, if his body weren't being rebellious. Sure, man, I'll take whatever you got. Just hit me with something good. There was a brief sound that he couldn't identify, a distant pain in his leg signifying that they weren't lying. Immediately, things began to feel heavy; the weight of the world pushing down on him in dull waves. The boots moved in unison, sliding the box toward him.
Is that a coffin? Oh, fuck.
@KoLThe post requirement is three paragraphs. Anything beyond that is optional. The story itself is fluid and malleable, as there's a larger focus on Character interaction. You're free to do as you like! Opening a new facet of the setting is completely doable, as is creating your own plotline.
I can understand the 'intimidation factor'. However, I would very much like you to join in on the fun! Feel free to shoot me a PM if you'd like to discuss ideas! If you do feel very strongly about dropping, that's fine; no hard feelings!
I will say, however, as a general statement to everyone; the window for this RP (at least in terms of ideas and interactions) is always open!
I can understand the 'intimidation factor'. However, I would very much like you to join in on the fun! Feel free to shoot me a PM if you'd like to discuss ideas! If you do feel very strongly about dropping, that's fine; no hard feelings!
I will say, however, as a general statement to everyone; the window for this RP (at least in terms of ideas and interactions) is always open!
Ellie followed along to the detention room. It was not her first sojourn to that place. She even, somewhat, anticipated a return to it. Certainly, when news reached her parents, there would be disappointment, until she explained the situation. Then there would be understanding; perhaps approval and praise. A light smile touched on her otherwise somber countenance. I upheld my code. You must uphold yours. The thought was directed at the girl's back. The sword-wielder. "What is your name?" She had not thought to ask, until now, though they had been ushered to the nurse's office; afforded a fair amount of time, given that Ellie refused to be treated. My wounds are fairly earned, she remembered thinking.
Sword-girl turned her head, just enough to watch Ellie with her periphery; light from above catching on a crimson iris, spreading on it in a scythe's blade. "My name is Aurora Greenspan. I serve as commander of the Sixth Disciplinary Enforcement Squad." Having said that, she turned. She must be powerful, her title, alone, did not inspire that thought, to have the confidence to walk ahead of us. Usually, they follow along behind. Ellie looked to the row of lockers at her left, though that was not her true target. Seisil walked behind them.
Despite having his jaw fixed, he had not spoken to any of them. Ellie did, however, feel the scathing brush of his eyes against her back from time to time. He despises me. It's likely that he'll attempt to engage me, again, at some point. I should be prepared. Now that he knows of the Snapper, he'll attempt to formulate a way to defeat me. His face, pleasant to look at, was in a natural neutrality. Ellie couldn't look at him, for long. A knot formed in her stomach and her hands tightened when she did. If he does choose to continue down this path, I'll have to be more forceful. Her right hand twitched, at that; an involuntary action that made the girl pause, for a moment.
Osman whispered from her right, stopping with her. "Hey, you alright?" A quizzical noise escaped her, also muted in its delivery, along with a cocked eyebrow. Her new friend was all smiles, despite the situation. "It's just, y'know, you looked real serious for a second. Just making sure you're ok, champ," Ellie smiled softly and resumed her stride, wary of furthering Aurora Greenspan's ire. Osman hopped into motion alongside her, Seisil keeping his distance. "Just checking. I, uhm, if anything is ever up..." She kept her eyebrow high, hands sliding into her pockets, "You can talk to me."
"I'm fine, Osman," she kept her voice low, as well, "and I appreciate it. Thank you. If something comes up, I'll..." Ellie hesitated, casting her eyes ahead, "I'll talk to you." Her face flushed, a little. It was embarrassing, for some reason. Very few people had extended that offer to her. Most of them professional trainers; substitutes for when her father was otherwise occupied. I shouldn't take it lightly. Having someone my own age to talk to might be nice. Ahead of her, Aurora had slowed; her arms crossed and her stance again one of imperious command.
"This is where you will be spending the rest of your day," the Sixth Squad Commander pointed to a door at her left, eyes full of intensity boring into the three, "I will be filing a report on the incident. Your parents will be informed. Have a pleasant stay." Osman drew in a sharp breath, muttering with his head hanging low. Ellie remained stoic. Seisil seemed intent on doing the same. "Excellent," came Aurora's judgment, "I am glad you understand the situation. Proceed inside."
They did as bid, passing through the door only to be met by the verbose accusations of Miss Bowers. Aurora stared at the teacher for a moment, offering a slow nod and looking around over those confined in the room before departing. Osman sighed, scratching the back of his head. Seisil slid around them, eyes un-focused on the distance, taking an isolated seat. Another voice came from the teacher, followed by the transmogrification of withered-and-old to young-and-amused. Ellie understood, fairly quickly, but remained expressionless.
Ellie had seen Felicity Day, a few times, usually in this particular room, but it had never been prefaced by her being another person. "Excellent work." She offered that during the outburst of praise and chatter. Felicity ruffled Osman's hair, earning an embarassed blush and half of a protesting remark from him. "I wasn't aware that it was your Tablet Power." Ellie made a mental note of that, as she often did with those she encountered.
A boy called out, from the back, someone that Ellie didn't recognize. Judging by his vernacular, he seems like the 'laid-back' type of person. Osman smiled broadly, catching Ellie's eye. A quick look in the direction of the boy served as his nudge. She understood well enough. She began walking, Osman walking beside but slightly behind. "If you want to see a champ, man, she's right here," this time, he did nudge her, "her name's Ellie. She stepped in to help me out, today. Knocked Seisil, y'know, that guy over there, out in one punch." He pointed, for emphasis, at the pretty boy. Ellie's face flushed, and she lowered her head; taking a seat at their table, across from the boisterous duo. Osman slid into a seat next to her, beaming. "It was amazing." He seemed to remember something. "Oh, right, hahaha, my name's Osman!"
"Hello," she didn't want to go so far as to restate her name, "thank you for inviting us to sit with you." From across the room, she could again feel the caress of hateful eyes. Seisil. Observing me. Observing us. It's possible he'll target Osman, again. I should stay close to him. Part of her had already made that decision, figuring that the enthusiastic boy would be intent on becoming an actual friend to her. That wasn't an unwelcome thought.
However, she had something to attend to. This time, Aurora's presence wasn't a factor. She turned and met the boy's gaze evenly; her body immediately tensing. Waves of disdain practically distorted the air around him, despite his calm demeanor. Blue eyes, filled with chained wrath, bored into her. Her own stare, flat and a dull shade of brown held only defiance. Defiance of whatever oppression he planned wield against them. He may be dangerous. Neither of them blinked. Slowly, she looked away. Seisel did the same, just after she did.
She had opened her mouth, but an interruption came quickly. One of the boys moved away. Felicity moved to once more imitate Miss Bowers, beginning an eerily accurate imitation of a scathing lecture. The door opened and a relatively small boy was shoved into the room. Ellie bristled, but only slightly; watching the large Disciplinary Committee Member's brutish method of handling his peer. Her heart melted as the boy's expression slightly changed and a low whine came from him.
Sword-girl turned her head, just enough to watch Ellie with her periphery; light from above catching on a crimson iris, spreading on it in a scythe's blade. "My name is Aurora Greenspan. I serve as commander of the Sixth Disciplinary Enforcement Squad." Having said that, she turned. She must be powerful, her title, alone, did not inspire that thought, to have the confidence to walk ahead of us. Usually, they follow along behind. Ellie looked to the row of lockers at her left, though that was not her true target. Seisil walked behind them.
Despite having his jaw fixed, he had not spoken to any of them. Ellie did, however, feel the scathing brush of his eyes against her back from time to time. He despises me. It's likely that he'll attempt to engage me, again, at some point. I should be prepared. Now that he knows of the Snapper, he'll attempt to formulate a way to defeat me. His face, pleasant to look at, was in a natural neutrality. Ellie couldn't look at him, for long. A knot formed in her stomach and her hands tightened when she did. If he does choose to continue down this path, I'll have to be more forceful. Her right hand twitched, at that; an involuntary action that made the girl pause, for a moment.
Osman whispered from her right, stopping with her. "Hey, you alright?" A quizzical noise escaped her, also muted in its delivery, along with a cocked eyebrow. Her new friend was all smiles, despite the situation. "It's just, y'know, you looked real serious for a second. Just making sure you're ok, champ," Ellie smiled softly and resumed her stride, wary of furthering Aurora Greenspan's ire. Osman hopped into motion alongside her, Seisil keeping his distance. "Just checking. I, uhm, if anything is ever up..." She kept her eyebrow high, hands sliding into her pockets, "You can talk to me."
"I'm fine, Osman," she kept her voice low, as well, "and I appreciate it. Thank you. If something comes up, I'll..." Ellie hesitated, casting her eyes ahead, "I'll talk to you." Her face flushed, a little. It was embarrassing, for some reason. Very few people had extended that offer to her. Most of them professional trainers; substitutes for when her father was otherwise occupied. I shouldn't take it lightly. Having someone my own age to talk to might be nice. Ahead of her, Aurora had slowed; her arms crossed and her stance again one of imperious command.
"This is where you will be spending the rest of your day," the Sixth Squad Commander pointed to a door at her left, eyes full of intensity boring into the three, "I will be filing a report on the incident. Your parents will be informed. Have a pleasant stay." Osman drew in a sharp breath, muttering with his head hanging low. Ellie remained stoic. Seisil seemed intent on doing the same. "Excellent," came Aurora's judgment, "I am glad you understand the situation. Proceed inside."
They did as bid, passing through the door only to be met by the verbose accusations of Miss Bowers. Aurora stared at the teacher for a moment, offering a slow nod and looking around over those confined in the room before departing. Osman sighed, scratching the back of his head. Seisil slid around them, eyes un-focused on the distance, taking an isolated seat. Another voice came from the teacher, followed by the transmogrification of withered-and-old to young-and-amused. Ellie understood, fairly quickly, but remained expressionless.
Ellie had seen Felicity Day, a few times, usually in this particular room, but it had never been prefaced by her being another person. "Excellent work." She offered that during the outburst of praise and chatter. Felicity ruffled Osman's hair, earning an embarassed blush and half of a protesting remark from him. "I wasn't aware that it was your Tablet Power." Ellie made a mental note of that, as she often did with those she encountered.
A boy called out, from the back, someone that Ellie didn't recognize. Judging by his vernacular, he seems like the 'laid-back' type of person. Osman smiled broadly, catching Ellie's eye. A quick look in the direction of the boy served as his nudge. She understood well enough. She began walking, Osman walking beside but slightly behind. "If you want to see a champ, man, she's right here," this time, he did nudge her, "her name's Ellie. She stepped in to help me out, today. Knocked Seisil, y'know, that guy over there, out in one punch." He pointed, for emphasis, at the pretty boy. Ellie's face flushed, and she lowered her head; taking a seat at their table, across from the boisterous duo. Osman slid into a seat next to her, beaming. "It was amazing." He seemed to remember something. "Oh, right, hahaha, my name's Osman!"
"Hello," she didn't want to go so far as to restate her name, "thank you for inviting us to sit with you." From across the room, she could again feel the caress of hateful eyes. Seisil. Observing me. Observing us. It's possible he'll target Osman, again. I should stay close to him. Part of her had already made that decision, figuring that the enthusiastic boy would be intent on becoming an actual friend to her. That wasn't an unwelcome thought.
However, she had something to attend to. This time, Aurora's presence wasn't a factor. She turned and met the boy's gaze evenly; her body immediately tensing. Waves of disdain practically distorted the air around him, despite his calm demeanor. Blue eyes, filled with chained wrath, bored into her. Her own stare, flat and a dull shade of brown held only defiance. Defiance of whatever oppression he planned wield against them. He may be dangerous. Neither of them blinked. Slowly, she looked away. Seisel did the same, just after she did.
She had opened her mouth, but an interruption came quickly. One of the boys moved away. Felicity moved to once more imitate Miss Bowers, beginning an eerily accurate imitation of a scathing lecture. The door opened and a relatively small boy was shoved into the room. Ellie bristled, but only slightly; watching the large Disciplinary Committee Member's brutish method of handling his peer. Her heart melted as the boy's expression slightly changed and a low whine came from him.
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