I had a doggie once. A really clever doggie who would say the darndest things like ''I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you treated gravity as a law and not as one of a number of suggested options.'' she thought as she watched the woman and her tall, proud doberman walk away. She really should have talked to the humans first instead of the animal.
She started aimlessly walking around the hall again, watching everyone and everything from afar, their colors and their moves, trying to make sense of what is socially acceptable and what is not. She had done many-many things in the past which made others laugh at her or even hurt her and just sometimes make her feel good with herself. For example, finding and eating a cake at a birthday party with the words ''Happy Birthday Dave!'' on it definitely wasn't nice. Especially when Dave was a six year old boy who had just been told exactly what will happen to his body once he dies.
At least I didn't tell him the tale of the Smiling Man.- Wait, you're doing it again, you're in my head! Oh Lord, am hearing voices!
She sat on a comfy chair next to the staircase eager to face this new foe, this new manifestation of her personal...Personal what? Madness? Am pretty sure that would be your choice of a word, Voice. But at the very same moment, it would be also mine. Ugh, my head hurts and I would really like an apple right now. Am too tired to fight you Voice so you can keep doing your thing and I will do mine.
She really hated these mood swings, she could be the happiest person on the planet only to become the saddest within a moment. But right now she wasn't exactly sad, there was something more instinctive, something more urgent in what she felt.
«I think bad things have happened. I can feel them in my socks. Although am not wearing any in which case it might be just that, the feeling of not wearing any socks. But...it's a weird night, innit?» she said to herself, unaware of the fact that the hall had now emptied of those with the identical masks and only a handful of people remained inside, the Freshmen, a word which Nellia would definitely have lots to say about.
«Greetings Freshmen. I would personally like to welcome you to my Academy. You may refer to me as simply, Headmistress. I will not respond to any other name. You will find no staff attending the ball besides Terra Markos, a Junior who overlooks all of you. Any questions can be passed to her. She also delivers any information I have. You will see very little of me during your stay.»
Nellia looked up towards the top of the stairs where the two women stood, a gap between them made of more years than she had fingers. «She doesn't look well.» she whispered to herself.
«Long winded speeches are not something I personally find inspiring so I will not torment you with one. You seem like eager souls who are willing to learn. Everything is already outlined in your campus book. This can be found in a briefcase provided to you on a shelf in your wardrobe.»
Nellia kept staring as if she wanted to memorize this very moment. The Headmistress had a calm yet strong voice which somehow made Nellia feel that the woman addressing them would give her life to protect them, the students. Not that it would really matter to her, she'd never sacrifice herself for anyone, she didn't believe in heroism.
«What I offer you is this. Be careful who you invest your trust with. There are others who are just as adamant in spoiling your time here as you are about learning. There are—»
Down she goes.
Nellia didn't even bat an eyelid as she watched the woman fall, beaten by something which brought back quite a few memories. She silently stood and calmly headed towards them not even she herself knowing why.
She stood just a few steps behind the Headmistress and the girl she called Terra Markos when she saw a young man or an action hero, she couldn't tell at the moment, jump towards the railing, grab it and easily lift himself over it eager to help the one in need.
And she simply stood there, watching them.
«I'd like to help too.» she whispered in a barely audible voice, re-living days long gone in her mind. Days which she couldn't bear to remember as they had scathed her in more ways that she could think of.
Mother, is this my fault too?
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Very interested, could I reserve the deity of -(Darkness, Death, The Dead, Moon/Night)?
Am still here! These days have been quite busy for me plus I've been waiting for the plot to move on since I didn't really have anything to post unless I've missed anyone interacting with my character in which case am terribly sorry and I'll respond soon-ish. Am going to sleep right now, I'll work on a post once I wake up, I have a full week of vacation. 
PS: I'd really hate to see this die.
PS: I'd really hate to see this die.
I'll keep an eye on this.
Lillium said
Sure. I'd like that :3Sorry, I forgot to check the thread earlier. I've been working on and off on my post in between real life stuff.
Welcome!
Awfully quiet day.
Cryptiic said
@Tendo: XD... That post probably made me crack up a bit more than it reasonably should have.I love the way your character interacts with the world around her... This promises to be a very interesting semester indeed...
That's great, am honestly trying to improve with every post and portray her the way I've imagined her to be so it was very very nice to read your comment.
«Sure. Just give me a moment to prepare myself. I have just arrived. I will join you in the main room when I am done. It should not take too long.»
Did I scare her away? At least she didn't refuse to come along. Nellia thought as she checked herself in the mirror once more. She stared into her green eyes and felt once more as if she was looking at herself, but at the same moment something unfamiliar too, something deep down which was hiding still.
After a few minutes however, Nellia's new acquaintance was ready to go and moments later they were on their way to the Grand Hall where the ball was taking place. She did her best to remain silent, a behavior which Gracie seemed to share as she didn't say a word either. It was quite maddening for her to remain quiet for that long but since that seemingly suited her new roommate, she felt that it was too soon to annoy the person she'd share Ivory with and focused on her increasing excitement over the coming celebration.
Soon, they reached the Hall with Nellia awestruck over how easily Gracie had found the place however she soon lost sight of her as she wandered off and the crowd got in the way.
«That one is also unlike the others.» she whispered to herself, breaking her almost unbearable silence as Gracie had given her many new thoughts to accommodate in her already crowded head. «She is so... so... turtle! Yep, she's a turtle. Or turtl...ish. Actually that's better, turtlish. Turtles are the definition of calmness and neutrality. I ain't aware of an angry turtle or a depressed one. And she's the same, didn't smile one bit. She's...grey. Not black and not white. She lives right in the middle. Or she's a robot sent- Oh look! A doggy!»
As soon as she caught a glimpse of the animal, she immediately made her way towards the small group of people around it, not noticing those with the creepy looking masks who made up a big percentage of the continuously growing crowd.
«Hello!» she exclaimed before crouching in front of the dog while maintaining a bit of a distance. She knew that she didn't like someone touching her without a reason and she didn't consider it any different for the tall doberman.
«Are these your humans, canine friend?» she asked before flashing the dog a wide smile.
«Am Nellia and I don't consider myself turtlish in case you wondered.» she continued as she stood up and faced the others. Should have adressed them before the doggie. she thought, recognizing her mistake although it is uncertain whether she would have acted differently if she had the chance. «And by turtlish I mean am not a robot and neither do I act like it.»
She didn't make any sense, she knew that much. She never made any sense to anyone except herself and sometimes even her very thoughts sounded strange and bizarre.
Perhaps she was right afterall...
I'll be posting within the next 20 minutes, would have posted much earlier but something came up.
MissAddler said
It's a shame; I really hoped this RP would get off the ground.....
Indeed. I'll try to revive this soon-ish, as am currently tweaking and improving all those little details that could potentially appeal to more. Only the future will tell.
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