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Hallway Encounters [Open]
Mon Jun 13, 2011 8:04 pm
- The room was dark, as pale fingers gently caressed the top of the box affectionately. The scene in itself seemed off putting, considering the girl was sitting in a dark room, with a box. There was a good reason for that, as she gave a light smile, opening the box. Inside was glow sticks, shaped into the form of butterflies. They were the messengers of the dead : their fluttering wings brought omens and sometimes tidings, if one listened to their careful whispers. But yet, not a great many did, as a crimson eye watched the red glowing butterfly with a gentle fascination : running a few strings through the loops, it could move now, as a soft smile touched pink lips. With hurried gesture, the girl buried the creation in that box again, and hurried out of the room. Black strands of raven flew behind her, as she did so, the uniform of her choice a deep black color. She arrived at a class' door, and gently knocked, as the teacher came. As the nod was simple enough, she had delivered the product as asked. That was her last thing to do of the day. It was but an hour after school : she was plenty sure that many clubs were still running this late. Her small frame drifted over to her locker, where she moved her bag.
However, it snagged on something, and everything fell out with a clutter. Her pale, emotionless face looked at the mess, before she bent her knees, and began picking everything up methodically. Shisome first started with the pencils, gathering them from their scattered losses around her, picking one up, and putting it into the pencil case, then repeating the slow, and yet somewhat repetitively soothing, process. She was alone in the hallway last she looked : but that could differ rather quickly, as there were classroom doors, and other lockers about.
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Re: Hallway Encounters [Open]
Mon Jun 13, 2011 9:56 pm
- The sound of steps now reached her ears, as the girl looked up, crimson eyes dull and empty. The apathetic look on her face was strange : no girl should hold that face, as her fingers stopped but a moment, but gathered everything else. Her fingers had finally scooped up everything : all was left was the note book that the male had taken a hold of. She nodded her head once to his statement, and closed her locker : however, she extracted a long steel ruler, placing it in her bag, as she walked up to him, wrapping that girlish hand around the text book. With a tug, it was in her grasp, as she put it into her bag. She seemed to pause for a moment : people were supposed to say something in these kinds of situation. Her body stopped moving completely but a moment, even her breath stilled, before the girl tilted her head, porcelain skin moving elegantly.
''Thank you.'' she said in a very, very quiet voice, as the girl tilted her head back. Shisome wasn't sure if that was good enough, but she would linger a few moments more, before turning around and walking away softly. A few students were now in the hall : but their uniform was gray and white, not the utter black that she wore. Like a rare flower, those raven locks swayed, as the world seemed blank to her. She had accomplished courtesy.. perhaps she should think on supper more now.
But sometimes the days never went by as planned, did they.
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Re: Hallway Encounters [Open]
Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:04 pm
- He let her leave, therefore she thought it was fine. But checking her bag, she noted with a dry chuckle, that she had forgotten to give one more thing to the teacher. Her steps just slightly deviated, the raven haired girl ending up the steps now. The male hadn't asked about her : that was a strange sign. Suspicious. The proper line was to inquire softly, but not too deep. She had taken another set of stairs, since the teacher was most likely in her classroom. Her smaller frame arrived, and knocked politely. She waited a few moments, and then poked her head in : but those crimson eyes caught nothing in the room. Therefore she must be at the lounge. That was a logical and easily determined conclusion, as the girl closed the door, and began her way towards the lounge.
The item was required to be given : on her spare time, Shisome did some crafts, to ease the load of work on her caretaker. It was thoughtful, but no one would be able to call her on it : it just seemed that she had a knack for it. People wouldn't recognize that the blank staring girl had a cause : it was often beyond their scope of mind to even comprehend her. After all, if methods weren't cleanly laid out, they didn't exist. People were truly linear sometimes in their thoughts and actions : both sides with nothing but trouble.
She arrived at the lounge, only to see the red-head from earlier : her body stopped, as that crimson eyed gaze simply lifted up and down, scanning the rest of his body to complete her earlier compilation. The girl didn't speak, and yet waited courteously that his business be done, before she spoke or acted. At least, unless she was directly addressed with a question that required words. Saishome folded her hands together, and waited, ebony locks lightly covering those blood hues.
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Re: Hallway Encounters [Open]
Sat Jul 09, 2011 6:53 am
- The male had seemed to sense her presence, which was surprising to the girl, and yet, she kept quiet, showing none of that surprise. Keeping her own mind hidden was a natural thing to do, yet it wasn't on purpose what so ever. Just a natural impulse, as no emotions seemed to run through her : simple logic, as she observed him with those blood eyes of hers. Some called her eyes eerie, almost creepy in fact, and it tended to make them back away. But she left them alone, just like they left her. Some would say her observing them was much like a predator's gaze, cat like in nature, representing something far beyond the mortal scope of understanding. Or so it seemed to them.
He seemed to debate a second, words coming from him. Curiously, she simply shifted her head, tilting it slightly. Was he a stranger? The girl wasn't sure, as she adjusted the cuff on one of her sleeves, the male offering something. Those crimson orbs seemed to be reflecting, almost wondering for a moment. Offering? People rarely offered anything out of good will : however his curiosity into her now meant that there was no ill will : for if there had been, it would have started first. There seemed to be something genuine about the male, and yet Shisome wasn't too sure, her suspicions still in her breast. That beating heart that kept quiet : it was still a thing of nature, as the raven haired girl made up her mind. Why not? Nothing bad could happen, could it?
The girl's delicate head nodded, strands of midnight moving, as those crimson eyes slowly blinked. Her hand was in a fist, as she knocked on the door, the teacher coming towards them. Inclining her head, she gave the box with the remaining item inside, before stepping away and letting the male do as he willed. Her schooling was over for the day, as she waited for him patiently, unsure of what this situation called for anymore. Perhaps it would be productive, perhaps not.. she would only know once it began.
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