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Been busy, have some time tomorrow though so I'll start work on it then.
Zombehs said
[Notevensarcasticanymore] Seriously guys and girls, post. It's been four days, it shouldn't take this long to either type up a post or drop a quick OOC to say you're busy and this has to come . [/notevensarcasticanymore]
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C'MON PEEPS.
Thank goodness :D
lins51387 said
Heh, Della's BA than I expected her to be X)
She's no coward :) When the going gets tough..
Or not, whatever.
She could almost taste her own blood on her lips. Though the demon did little damage, it still hacked away at her as best she could, and no matter how much she seemed to squirm, she couldn’t quite get any solid hits on the thing. For a moment it looked like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or a paddock and a hard place.. or a hellspawn and a.. field of grass?
Finally landing a punch to its head, the thing reeled off her, flicking a few spots of blood across her face. She grunted at the stinging in her chest and neck and staggered to her feet, bracing her body to defend itself. Spotting her moment, Della grabbed the thing by the back of its neck and its right forearm then twisted her footing on the spot, using the momentum of her body to fling it as far away from her as she could. It was surprisingly small and surprisingly light, and though she knew it would be back on her in a matter of seconds the throw would momentarily distance it from her body. Within a split second she filtered through a list of available weapons in her head, deciding in the next second to grab her bowie knife instead of her slingshot. Reflexively snatching the hilt up in one hand it yanking it cleanly out of its sheath, Della held the blade point down, the length of it angled defensively across her body.
She watched as the thing twisted briefly in the air, only to disappear below the grass, and she shuffled back, eyes to the ground before her. If she could make it to the road she’d have a better chance of facing the creature where it couldn’t hide. But to get there she had to put the creature behind her, and to do that.. she was going to have to face it, and turn it around.
Easy, she thought. One good stab to the brain and it’d be a goner, or if she couldn't get a clean hit in, then throwing it away again or forcing it further into the field would allow her to retreat back to higher ground to keep a look out for anything else on her tail. Pulling her blade arm back, she readied herself to swing at the once it had pounced. She wiped her free hand across her cheek, smearing “tomato sauce” over her bottom lip.
Come on, you little bitch. I bet my blood tastes awesome.
Finally landing a punch to its head, the thing reeled off her, flicking a few spots of blood across her face. She grunted at the stinging in her chest and neck and staggered to her feet, bracing her body to defend itself. Spotting her moment, Della grabbed the thing by the back of its neck and its right forearm then twisted her footing on the spot, using the momentum of her body to fling it as far away from her as she could. It was surprisingly small and surprisingly light, and though she knew it would be back on her in a matter of seconds the throw would momentarily distance it from her body. Within a split second she filtered through a list of available weapons in her head, deciding in the next second to grab her bowie knife instead of her slingshot. Reflexively snatching the hilt up in one hand it yanking it cleanly out of its sheath, Della held the blade point down, the length of it angled defensively across her body.
She watched as the thing twisted briefly in the air, only to disappear below the grass, and she shuffled back, eyes to the ground before her. If she could make it to the road she’d have a better chance of facing the creature where it couldn’t hide. But to get there she had to put the creature behind her, and to do that.. she was going to have to face it, and turn it around.
Easy, she thought. One good stab to the brain and it’d be a goner, or if she couldn't get a clean hit in, then throwing it away again or forcing it further into the field would allow her to retreat back to higher ground to keep a look out for anything else on her tail. Pulling her blade arm back, she readied herself to swing at the once it had pounced. She wiped her free hand across her cheek, smearing “tomato sauce” over her bottom lip.
Come on, you little bitch. I bet my blood tastes awesome.
“An honour to meet you both,” came Barbara’s response, and she found herself smiling softly at her further interaction with the two. When Miguel introduced his brother, however, he seemed to shy away as though offended, and her smirk faltered. Had she said something out of line already, done something wrong? Confirmation came when he introduced himself anyway, both with his body and the voice of his mind. This comforted her, as did the slight smile he gave, as though he felt accomplished, but somehow.. longing, at the same time. She brushed aside the quick tremor in her stomach when he spoke again in her head, though her spine straightened somewhat, as though a chill had passed along it.
She took the boy’s apology with grace, subconsciously irradiating comfort in the hopes that he could feel it. The question of whether she was alright or not resurfaced again however, though this time she opened her mouth and her mind to speak. Promptly she was interrupted again, and the senior, Kira, launched into her speech. A stray thought glanced across her mind as she gazed briefly at Matthew’s face, then to the girl.
-we’re similar, with our ghostly smiles.
x/x/x
The second orientation seemed like more of a student gig than a formal occasion, and the multiple mentions of the seniors involvement and the boring ceremony coming tomorrow only confirmed the suspicion. But instead of waylaying any fears she had developed since their arrival, Barbara was beginning to believe that this place was a giant contradiction, instead of some ‘not so bad’ new home.. prison. Thing.
Security was supposed to be tight, predictable, and unyielding, though many of the students seemed unruly and unchecked at the appearance of the ‘new blood’ - the more wild of the lot choosing to either fling insults or show off indecent parts of their body. The façade of the dormitories mimicked steel cages or padded cells, and yet the outer walls were sprawled with semi-humorous graffiti and offensive quips. The students were allowed to drink, party, sleepover and generally misbehave, and most nights could stay up as late as their hearts contented. The general seemed to have an air of limitless authority about her upon their meeting, one that demanded constant obedience, but behind the scenes seemed to show lenience towards most offers put to her and her guards. If they were not lenient, they certainly wouldn’t have allowed the student body to have nights devoid of the usual consequences or restrictions, which felt like an all too occasional thing for a prison.
Babs habitually jumped as her string of thoughts was interrupted, the fright coming unexpectedly as something latched onto her hand, though instead of dragging her backwards or down to the floor like her nerves had expected, it simply stayed casually where it was, Matthew’s touch cool against her skin. Instead of reeling back she felt strangely calm, sparing any thought as to how the two would look to outsiders. Somehow, it wasn’t quite as off putting as having a stranger probe your mind, and she even felt safer having the physical connection there, as though it were more acceptable than the mental one.
I.. don’t think anyone’s ever held my hand before, she internalised. And they hadn’t. Not this way.
At the call of her name she responded curtly, though not particularly confidently, and weaved her way to the front of the pack, severing her connection to Matthew both ways in order to concentrate at the task at hand, as though it required effort. By the time she had reached the young man with the list she still had her arm bent crookedly above her head, having used it to signal her position in the mob as she approached. She had lost her voice by then, though, and she stopped on the spot in front of him, mind blank, before eventually being ushered away when she failed to come up with something to say. With the picture taken immediately afterwards, she was left in a strangely void state, the coming and goings thus far seeming to have flashed by too instantaneously for her to properly notice. Tucking her free arm into the confines of her pants pocket, she was surprised when Matthew again returned to his place by her side, her hand in his.
This time she was subconsciously ready for it, despite not knowing that he would return. In fact she half expected him to have left her by the time she got back, never to be seen again.
As Kira brought them all up to speed on the operations of the academy, they soon entered the Q+A section of their introduction. It struck her that she had missed most of the walking tour, as relatively brief as it was. She rubbed a hand over her eyes, gaze downcast. Looks like I missed that too, she thought glumly. It was suffocating, here, or starting to be, and she would be glad when it was over and she could finally sleep.. But that meant disconnecting from Matthew, and for some reason she didn’t really want to be apart from him.
He surprised her when he not only spoke, but asked question after question about their new residence. When he mentioned dating her grip tightened, and she shot a nervous look about the group before her gaze settled back on Kira, where it waited for a response.
What about you, Barbara? Did I miss anything you wanted to ask?
She wasn’t used to thinking-speaking just yet, and instead worded her response. It was simply put, as her mind continued to struggle. She suppressed a tired sigh.
“I think you covered everything."
She took the boy’s apology with grace, subconsciously irradiating comfort in the hopes that he could feel it. The question of whether she was alright or not resurfaced again however, though this time she opened her mouth and her mind to speak. Promptly she was interrupted again, and the senior, Kira, launched into her speech. A stray thought glanced across her mind as she gazed briefly at Matthew’s face, then to the girl.
-we’re similar, with our ghostly smiles.
The second orientation seemed like more of a student gig than a formal occasion, and the multiple mentions of the seniors involvement and the boring ceremony coming tomorrow only confirmed the suspicion. But instead of waylaying any fears she had developed since their arrival, Barbara was beginning to believe that this place was a giant contradiction, instead of some ‘not so bad’ new home.. prison. Thing.
Security was supposed to be tight, predictable, and unyielding, though many of the students seemed unruly and unchecked at the appearance of the ‘new blood’ - the more wild of the lot choosing to either fling insults or show off indecent parts of their body. The façade of the dormitories mimicked steel cages or padded cells, and yet the outer walls were sprawled with semi-humorous graffiti and offensive quips. The students were allowed to drink, party, sleepover and generally misbehave, and most nights could stay up as late as their hearts contented. The general seemed to have an air of limitless authority about her upon their meeting, one that demanded constant obedience, but behind the scenes seemed to show lenience towards most offers put to her and her guards. If they were not lenient, they certainly wouldn’t have allowed the student body to have nights devoid of the usual consequences or restrictions, which felt like an all too occasional thing for a prison.
Babs habitually jumped as her string of thoughts was interrupted, the fright coming unexpectedly as something latched onto her hand, though instead of dragging her backwards or down to the floor like her nerves had expected, it simply stayed casually where it was, Matthew’s touch cool against her skin. Instead of reeling back she felt strangely calm, sparing any thought as to how the two would look to outsiders. Somehow, it wasn’t quite as off putting as having a stranger probe your mind, and she even felt safer having the physical connection there, as though it were more acceptable than the mental one.
I.. don’t think anyone’s ever held my hand before, she internalised. And they hadn’t. Not this way.
At the call of her name she responded curtly, though not particularly confidently, and weaved her way to the front of the pack, severing her connection to Matthew both ways in order to concentrate at the task at hand, as though it required effort. By the time she had reached the young man with the list she still had her arm bent crookedly above her head, having used it to signal her position in the mob as she approached. She had lost her voice by then, though, and she stopped on the spot in front of him, mind blank, before eventually being ushered away when she failed to come up with something to say. With the picture taken immediately afterwards, she was left in a strangely void state, the coming and goings thus far seeming to have flashed by too instantaneously for her to properly notice. Tucking her free arm into the confines of her pants pocket, she was surprised when Matthew again returned to his place by her side, her hand in his.
This time she was subconsciously ready for it, despite not knowing that he would return. In fact she half expected him to have left her by the time she got back, never to be seen again.
As Kira brought them all up to speed on the operations of the academy, they soon entered the Q+A section of their introduction. It struck her that she had missed most of the walking tour, as relatively brief as it was. She rubbed a hand over her eyes, gaze downcast. Looks like I missed that too, she thought glumly. It was suffocating, here, or starting to be, and she would be glad when it was over and she could finally sleep.. But that meant disconnecting from Matthew, and for some reason she didn’t really want to be apart from him.
He surprised her when he not only spoke, but asked question after question about their new residence. When he mentioned dating her grip tightened, and she shot a nervous look about the group before her gaze settled back on Kira, where it waited for a response.
What about you, Barbara? Did I miss anything you wanted to ask?
She wasn’t used to thinking-speaking just yet, and instead worded her response. It was simply put, as her mind continued to struggle. She suppressed a tired sigh.
“I think you covered everything."
She wouldn't have expected it, but it's all good.
I'll start on a post now but it may not be up until later tomorrow. I'll try and squeeze it out tonight if I can, though.
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