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| Scientia Potentia Est; Using Selia, open to any Ivy Crest students. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 17 2013, 02:33 AM (347 Views) | |
| Miss Exposition | Feb 17 2013, 02:33 AM Post #1 |
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The Patchwork Princess
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"Well, if it isn't Failure Feng--the perfect test subject. We're just going to do a simple experiment, Selia: just how powerful of a motivator is hydrochloric acid when applied directly to the skin?" She blanched, a lone wisp of a girl cornered by a throng of bored, desperate, ravenous honor students. An empty Advanced Chemistry classroom. A bolted door. Chair. Rope. Glasses wrenched away, inspected, laughed at, crushed on the floor. "Hm, I hypothesize that a bit of experimental learning ought to teach Miss Feng a lesson. What's the capital of Jamaica, mm? You missed that on the exam, didn't you? Poor little ignoramus--if you can't remember the answer, we'll make sure you never forget it." The hostile hiss of chemicals, the deceptively innocuous clink of beakers. The sterile, metallic smell of hydrogen chloride. The oh-so-familiar darkness in her mind, the blurry, smug smirks, the dryness of a mouth so frozen by fear that it knew nothing of forming syllables. The capital of Jamaica is-- "Oh, she doesn't know! Pity. Maybe a bit of positive punishment might refresh her memory?" The soft, sucked-in sound of HCl rushing into a pipet. The squeak of shoes against tiled flooring. The low ripple of anticipation, excitement, relish sweeping through a crowd she couldn't see. Selia braced herself. |
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| Riddle | Feb 19 2013, 09:49 PM Post #2 |
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So. Here we are again, welcoming in the world-renowned Carter show! The cheers of his ever-adoring(completely fake and just in his head) crowd interrupted his internal monologue for mere moments. As you all may well know, Carter here is an idiot. This is a fact that we've become used to, right guys? More cheering mixed with other sounds of approval. He met a girl, he did! A nice one, at that. Even got something a bit better than a phone number. Got her home address, he did! But... The imaginary crowd remained silent, on the edges of their imaginary seats in his imaginary show room. The dolt completely forgot what it was! So now he's wandering 'round like an idiot. But anyways, enough from me. Why don't we just watch the horror unfold? Back to your scheduled programming. And so sat the idiot of a boy, on the ledge of a building in Ivy Crest, his thoughts drifting off to what a show all about him might actually be like. All things considered, it would probably be interesting. Below him, students bustled about, paying him no attention as their minds were invaded by the brainsuckers that were studies. His horribly bouncing brain had tossed out nearly every bit of information that the girl, Melinda, had graced him with. It was lucky, really, that he even recalled which school she claimed to go to. Or was it more logic? Nearly everyone went here, anyways. Carter glared down at the students going about their daily business. He stood, cracking his knuckles. Seemed like it was about time to break out his rusting social abilities. No other way to find her, right? In mere moments he was on the ground, mask gone and bag slung across his chest, waving to each passerby and muttering "Hello!" with an awkward grin on his face. Even his make-believe fans had gone silent, too embarassed to speak. His searches eventually lead him to a building, seemingly like all others. Truth be told, he couldn't recall which building this was. The... math building? No, probably not. The air didn't reak of as many tears or as much desperation for it to be math. Oh well. Glancing around, he realized that there was hardly a person in sight. How had he managed to go from crowds to not a soul? Shrugging the question away, he wandered down the halls, idly looking around. That is, until the adrupt sound of laughter sounded from one of the near by classrooms. Impossible! The couldn't have sensed my amazing humor from here! His curiosity peaking, he took a moment to stride over to the door from which the noise was sounding. Meaning to simply walk in, find out what was so funny, and then claim he was in the wrong room, he tried to handle. It jiggled to no avail. Locked? Oh, I get it. It's one of those asshole teachers that can't help but attempt to keep students out which is really dumb because everyone knows that students are like air. They will ease through every nook and cranny, after all. Frowning, he glared at the door, as if willing it to open. Then he took a moment to put his ear to the door, near the lock to listen for a click. Nope. Nothing. He shrugged once more, twisting around to pull out one of his signature inventions. A lock-i-undoer! Okay, so he wasn't the best at naming things. Did it really matter? It unlocked things. Period. He shoved it against the lock, allowing his creation to work its' magic. After a moment, Carter grinned, shoving the door open gleefully. Time to find out-- What the hell? Inside the room stood a cluster of students gathered around-- was that a girl? "Well... E-eh, seems like I-I got the wrong room?" He managed to stutter, shock obvious on his face. |
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| Day | Feb 23 2013, 01:21 PM Post #3 |
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She could've spotted that hair from a mile away. It was him. Why did her heart rate always quicken in pace around him? Melinda anxiously bit her bottom lip, and regretted it instantly. She had forgotten that it was still swollen; it had not healed from her excursion in the catacombs. She had told everyone that she had merely burnt herself cooking breakfast. For a group of highly intelligent people, they sure were naive. But of course they believed her. She was perfect. She was always perfect. But then again, they've only witnessed her in the light of the day. She stood a fair distance away; far enough to be hidden, close enough to make out the definitive contours of Carter's strong shoulders. She tilted her torso to the left to look around him to see why his body suddenly went rigid. She sighed. Feng. Why couldn't they just leave the girl alone? It wasn't as if she was any nuisance. There was going to be hell to pay for what she was about to do. It didn't matter that she was at the top of the social totem pole. It didn't matter that her sharp wit could rival that of the city leaders. Tomorrow, she would become an outcast. One that wouldn't be messed with, since her stellar grades gave her a wide berth of freedom, but a pariah nonetheless. She didn't mind at all. She strode quickly towards the science building. Carter's wide frame blocked her entrance into the classroom. He was seemingly unaware of her approach. "Maybe you should get a mask that completely covers that dashing head of hair of yours. A rather distinguishable trait, don't you think?" She gave a half-smile in his direction before sidestepping his form and gracefully made her way over to Selia. She protectively blocked her shivering body with hers. "Get out." She said this with complete serenity. With respect, came fear. She usually had no reason to exercise her influence over her classmates, but she would not tolerate such useless violence. The idiots didn't know that they were tormenting the wrong people. They quickly scrambled out of the room, leaving Melinda to clean up their mess. As she carefully handled broken beakers and tightened the caps of hazardous chemicals, she glanced over at Selia, hoping that kindness radiated from her eyes. "I'm free on Sunday nights. If you ever need help studying, give me a call." |
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| Miss Exposition | Feb 23 2013, 02:37 PM Post #4 |
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The Patchwork Princess
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The door swung open clumsily, the jarring sound magnified by the sterile air. The tiny part of Selia that still believed in divine intervention compelled her to look up, her weak eyes registering a shock of orange in the distance. Luna? Her heart raced, her mind whirling in relief. All hope was dashed when the intruder opened his mouth, though, and Selia flinched as the room collectively turned towards the unfamiliar boy. A ripple of confusion swept through the throng of students, only to morph into surprise at the sound of an all-too-familiar voice: "Maybe you should get a mask that completely covers that dashing head of hair of yours. A rather ostentatious trait, don't you think?" Selia's heart caught in her throat. It was Melinda Daae. For all she knew, what happened next could've been a dream. Only in her wildest fancies could Melinda Daae--a girl three grades ahead of her, a model student, a school legend!--shield Selia from her peers and tell them all to leave. For a brief moment of time, Selia wondered if the effects of hydrochloric acid included delirium. A blessedly empty classroom soon proved otherwise, though, and she slumped her shoulders in relief, not knowing she was holding her breath. "Why did you--?" She managed to whisper, not even noticing Melinda had said anything to her. For all she knew, this intrusion could just be another part of the experiment. |
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| Aerandria | Feb 23 2013, 03:17 PM Post #5 |
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The architecture of the chemistry building lured Cornelia in its extremity. The Ivy Crest laboratory building won second place in her favorite dwellings. The building's structure almost seemed to rely a message. An unspoken message. Almost like a riddle. Her nostalgia for the edifice resembled her absolute feelings for seedlings and forests. She stood on the second to last floor of the building by the twenty first window from the stairs and focused on the rest of the buildings in Ivy Crest. Each subtly differentiated from each other in construction and perspective. I suppose I should finish the rest of my titrations and buffers. It's nearly two more hours till sunset, and curfew is critical. She peered a last time down on the Ivy Crest campus, as she perceived to catch strange sight in an instant and a moment longer she assumed her perception was mistaken. Cornelia harrumphed and walked toward her monstrosity of titrations and buffers. There was nothing there, Cornelia. There was nothing there. Keep your composure. She continued to head her way over the continuous lab rooms, and was distraught to see a room with chemicals, unguarded and at their liberty towards their respective reactions. Cornelia was furious, it was practically a scientist's axiom. It should be a sin to leave chemicals independent and candid. She stormed over to the chemicals to properly preserve and discard them. And as she was amending the immoral action, she heard an unidentifiable rush past through her lab door. Percentile of students attending, no, rushing in the Chemistry building: 31%. Sunset was a few breaths away, and the Chemistry building is not the usual building, students look forward to entering. Cornelia was abrupt and precise in disposing the chemicals with unnecessary suave. And she advanced to the rush she heard earlier. Cornelia finds an idle male student with locks of briliant autumn, standing by the lab entrance, entranced of some sort of occurence. Reasons for men to idle themselves in lab entrances would possibly be:a woman, man made explosions, and more or less a woman. She aggressively passed the student, anxious and frenzied to encounter horrendous sins of chemist utility. And instead finds Daae and Feng and hydrochloric acid. Regardless of Daae's presence, academic ettiquette ranked high of significance than Daae did in the moment. And Feng. She was a pepper of emotions. Fright. Relief. Confusion. Just what the hell is going in here? "Daae. Feng. Why is precious hydrochloric acid wasted on the floor?" Edited by Aerandria, Feb 24 2013, 01:02 AM.
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| Day | Feb 23 2013, 04:21 PM Post #6 |
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Before Melinda could answer Selia's unfinished question, Cornelia unexpectedly rushed in, spouting out her usual neurotic inquiries, as if oblivious to the hysterical girl tied up to a chair. Melinda was severely and unexplainably fond of Cornelia. She was bizarre and unconventional and completely unpredictable. All the things that Melinda valued. "Hale," she acknowledged with a grin. Melinda proceeded to finish cleaning up before the full force of her disgust hit her. She answered Cornelia's question with a carefully controlled voice, as if any slip up in tone would cause an explosion of lividity. Melinda was rarely angry. But when she was, it was truly a sight to behold. "A bunch of asinine idiots tormented Feng again. They were putting today's Chemistry lesson into effect. Couldn't stand aside. You know how I am." she said acerbically. She quietly seethed. Sometimes she wondered why the Problem Child Department overlooked the cruel. They had to be cognitively unstable. She looked over at Carter and her muscles visibly relaxed. "Looks like your hero-complex is rubbing off on me," she breathed a laugh, her anger dissipating. "Carter, meet my friend Cornelia. Cornelia, meet my sidekick." Her eyes glinted at the implied memory of their first meeting; their first conversation on the roof. She tore her eyes from ravishing his face long enough to raid the student supply cabinet to find a scalpel. Once found, she cut into the bonds that held Selia to the chair. "'Nelia, grab her glasses, will you?" |
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| Riddle | Feb 24 2013, 12:47 AM Post #7 |
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Riddle Me This
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He grinned immediately. The shock he felt dissipated-- because, at least, his goal had been accomplished, even with the small chance of success it held. The moment her voice sounded, the strangeness of the room dulled down to a nagging feeling, rather than an overpowering presence. Although they hadn't known each other long, he knew for a fact that a girl like Melinda wouldn't leave him estranged to the people and places around him. It wasn't fit for someone who seemed so independent to have an unknowing fool following her around, right? And so he played the part of a fool, smiling as the events transpired. As the bullied girl spoke, and as another female pushed her way passed him, he continued to showcase a dopey grin. He paid no heed to Melinda's smartass comment about his hair, absorbed her laugh without a comment, and paid no heed to the introduction of the other girl-- Cornelia? It was only when Melinda said sidekick that he jumped back to the conversation. He frowned mockingly, muttering something along the lines of: "Sidekick? You're lucky I even let you in to the Carter fanclub." Noticing that a perfect opportunity for some dramatic, half-witted insult had long passed, he made a last-minute decision to indulge them in his cleverness. Carter gasped audibly, placing a hand over his mouth. "You have friends? Surprise, surprise! I guess you learn something new everyday, right?" He paused, taking in his surroundings for the first time. The girl missing the glasses. What was her deal? He walked over to her slowly, voicing his questions. "So, what's with her? Some 'friends' of her's that I need to go beat up? Actually-- Hey, girl, you okay? Guess it's sort of rude not address these questions to you, right? Haha, oh well! What's done is done, yeah? Only thing we can do is make up with actions!" He spoke quickly, tossing the address of the inquiries from one girl to the next until he ended up on the glasses-less one again. |
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| Day | Feb 24 2013, 01:34 AM Post #8 |
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She smiled smugly. She knew he'd take the bait. Something told her he didn't fare well with being referred to as a subordinate. "Something tells me I'm the only member of said fanclub." She scrunched up her nose playfully in his direction before refocusing on the task at hand. She had to tend to Feng. She spotted Selia's glasses wedged between a lab table and the wall. She bent down to scoop it into her palm and handed it cautiously to the petrified teen. She gently took hold of her hands to raise her slowly to her feet, afraid that Selia was physically weakened from the brutal torment. Her forehead creased at Carter's sarcasm. She thought it was cutting and unnecessary and highly unattractive. Borderline callous. She understood his perpetual goofiness. Loved it, even. This was different, however. She had enough cynics in her life. She didn't need him, of all people, to be another. But she knew his humor was a defense mechanism. She would entertain his antics. "I do, actually. I was finally able to distinguish a proper acquaintance out of the large masses of envious ass-kissers. Do you not count yourself as my friend? Well, I'm rather hurt." She pouted in mock dejection before a crooked grin lit up her face once more. That's how you segue into a good-humored joke, Carter, she thought satisfyingly. She slung one of Selia's arms around her shoulders to better steady her as Carter bombarded the poor girl with a volley of questions. |
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| Miss Exposition | Feb 24 2013, 11:34 AM Post #9 |
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The Patchwork Princess
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Another voice, one she couldn't place. A teacher? It certainly sounded like one, what with the intruder's matter-of-fact authority and crisp way of speaking. Her mouth instinctively began to form the beginnings of a "sorry" (for what, she didn't quite know). Yet, whatever fears she harbored dropped at the sound of Melinda's voice--a comforting sound, one that fluctuated between amusement and protectiveness as naturally as could be. "Hale" was just a friend, apparently. A... really smart friend. "T-Thanks," she mumbled dazedly, blinking as her bindings fell to the floor in a tangled heap. For a moment, all this talk of "Carter" made her feel as if Melinda had somehow taken her for the wrong person, but the footfalls and too-loud remarks of the redhead in the doorway snapped her out of those thoughts. It startled her. She had no idea he was still there. "...Not my friends," she summoned up the courage to declare, looking in Carter's general direction. "I've tried, but I'm not... nearly as sma-knowledgeable--not nearly as c-competent as they are. I don't mean to be rude. I'm sorry." She cursed herself inwardly. She wasn't impressing anybody by using three-syllable words. At least she had enough presence of mind to accept her glasses, her world returning to slightly-smudged clarity. All at once, she could see the faces of her company with almost unbearable crispness--Melinda's perfect curls, Hale's startling eyes, Carter's painfully vibrant hair. Her heart began to accelerate again, moreso when Melinda took it upon herself to bring Selia to her feet. Why are you helping me? "You don't have to stay. Thanks, but this was..." She gestured aimlessly around the classroom, instinctively plastering on a tight smile as she tried to disentangle herself from Melinda. "...Nothing, really. Don't go beat them up or anything. Not their fault." |
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| Aerandria | Mar 5 2013, 09:24 PM Post #10 |
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Her sympathies strayed to Feng. Though, Cornelia wouldn't show any of it. Her manner, something of the grand seigneur still clung to her, so that she even ripped you up with an air of repute. She was never more sinister than when she was most polite, which is probably the truest test of Academian breeding; and the elegance of her diction, even when she was swearing, no less than the distinction of her demeanour, showed her one of a different cast from the seas of robotic minds. One of indomitable courage, she touched the acidic substance, and its properties and harmful substance pained from contact. Her fury however blinded her senses. Her composure struggled free from its chains. And freedom it sought. "Feng, you abominable apathetic no liver rascal, you should have screamed at such a situation! Have you any idea of the definition of danger? Hazard? The austerity of your position in that cumbersome moment?! Ganged up by a harem of spineless mongrels with the containment of their sadist beast unleashing to feed its hunger and you sit there like a charlatan coward jester at court without a mere peep or word!" Cornelia was heavily breathing by her twelfth word. She often did that. Release a flood of words without a drop of reason or sanity. After a moment, she calmed and walked to Feng, a shrivel of fear, and Cornelia looked at her. She pierced at her, and for an instance, a beam of sympathy warmed her eyes. Cornelia reached for a cloth at her pocket, seamed to cure highly acidic or basic substances, and gave it to Feng. Cornelia nodded at Daae. She wanted to question the presence of the male who carried an air of hauteur, however disregarded him. She proceeded to fix another repeated failed candid experiment left on its accord. |
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| Riddle | Mar 6 2013, 10:56 PM Post #11 |
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Riddle Me This
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At first, he would admit, he was a bit shocked. Melinda's response wasn't one that he was expecting. It was all fun and games, wasn't it? Even with her playful tone, Carter could sense a hint of spite. He fixated her with a curious glare for some time, tuning out the noise of others as he watched her help the strange girl up. From the corner of his eye, he noted, the girl was now speaking. Something about friends? Oh, yeah, friends were pretty great. Or so Carter heard. It wasn't as if he had much time to make any; he was always busy, always making, always hiding. He, in fact, never really talked to anyone. The occasional cop or passerby, and that was all. Shrugging lightly, his gaze shot back to the girl- Selia?- and he took a moment to size her up. "What does intelligence have to do with friends, anyways?" He muttered under his breath. Around here, he knew, knowledge was everything. If you were without it, then you weren't worth the time of day. However, that shouldn't stop one from gaining friends, right? It should be easy to make friends! Well, unless you had a horrible personality, but that was another story all together. Carter bounced to Melinda's side, grinning. "After all, this freakishly smart-but-lacking-common-sense-because-jumping-off-a-building-is-a-bad-idea girl is my friend! And I'm a dumbass. That's a well known fact." That should fix it, right? Whatever he'd done to earn a harsh reponse? Maybe? He could only hope. His eyes lit at the word of Cornelia. Without thinking, he spoke, loud enough to be heard outside of the classroom. "'ey, lady! Leave her alone. Do you even know what you're saying? Because I sure as hell don't, and I don't think that was even English." It was blatant, and ill-advised, but it worked. Or, at least, in his mind it did. |
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| Day | Mar 7 2013, 05:59 PM Post #12 |
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She attempted to remain stoic and failed. She couldn't prevent the corner of her mouth from lifting into the slightest of smiles. This was the Carter that she wanted for a friend. "I knew what I was doing," she assured him. "I survived, didn't I?" His reference to that night brought about a confusing question. Why did he come to her school when she had given him her home address? Maybe next time she should emphasize that he was free to just climb through her bedroom window. He had already proved that it would be no problem for him. Selia was attempting to break free from Melinda's gentle grasp. She was hesitant to let her go, so she settled for slowly walking the fragile girl to one of the lab tables, so that she would have at least some support to hold onto. As she gazed at Selia to assess whether or not she was physically stable, she analyzed the hushed murmur that Carter breathed out mere seconds before. It never applied to her criteria for making friends, but in Ivy Crest, intelligence was everything. It didn't matter if you were the king of douche bags and you killed puppies for fun-if you surpassed what the Laureates deemed academic excellency, you received love and acceptance. Was it true love? Absolutely not. It was made up of programmed smiles, twitching to relax into indifference. It was balled fists behind cashmere sweaters. None of it was real. All of it was real. Nothing made sense. Everything made sense. It was as if the Laureates found a way to turn them all into schizophrenics. They were mindless but intelligent. Irony at it's best. Melinda chuckled silently at Carter's booming assertion. Cornelia always did have an air of complete superiority. It was reflected in her patronizing vocabulary. She understood the reasoning behind it, though. Cornelia, like herself, was trained as such. The women of Academia were to act with as much propriety as those in the 18th century, and with as much ambition as those in the 21st. Cornelia was overwrought and borderline insane when it came to things she valued. Science was one of them. Melinda always believed that a person's one-bad-con is overshadowed by the multitude of pros. She chose to forgive Cornelia for her eccentric ways; she was, however, fearful for the day that Cornelia would go too far, a point where nothing can be as easily forgiven. "He has a point, 'Nelia, cool down a bit. It wasn't her fault. She was defenseless," Melinda stated matter-of-factly. Cornelia and Melinda were soon to embark on one of Melinda's most dangerous excursions yet: Diving into the hidden archives. It would not do well to have Cornelia so easily riled. If they were to survive the ordeal, she must learn to control her emotions. It was doubtless that they would come upon complications. Melinda had always been able to talk herself out of rough spots. And if she was to bring Cornelia into her perilous world, she must be properly prepared. She was suddenly struck with an epiphany. Carter. She spotted a piece of scrap paper and a pen laying nearby on another lab bench. She grinned in anticipation. She nonchalantly walked on over. Selia was still discombobulated from her encounter with the ruffians, so she took up the opportunity to write the intended note. She wrote quickly, her penmanship still elegant, though rushed. The note read: You. Me. Cornelia. Midnight. Adventure. Up for it? ![]() -Mel She folded it up and once again took her spot next to Carter. She slipped it into his large hand and gave him a meaningful look, silently warning him not to bring the note into attention. Selia, though kind and introverted, was far too eager to please. It would not do well for Melinda to be exposed for what she was. |
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| Miss Exposition | Mar 7 2013, 09:29 PM Post #13 |
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Selia flinched, fighting to comprehend whatever it was Hale was saying. The senior's rant was painfully intellectual, but Selia understood enough of it to know that it was also extremely strange. Most others would just yell at her in terms even she could understand, but Hale spoke of hungry beasts and jesters at court without batting an eye. For a moment, Selia was too stunned to even register that the white-haired girl was walking towards her. "I'm... sorry?" She finally brought herself to murmur, blinking in surprise as Hale left a square of cloth in her hands and nonchalantly wandered off. Before she could muster any further questions, Carter's low remark broke the silence--and she stiffened, listening to him joke about Melinda jumping off of buildings and friends and all sorts of terrible ideas that had never entered her mind before, ideas that almost made Selia want to cry blasphemy and bolt for a teacher in an attempt to defend Melinda's honor-- --But at least Carter hadn't understood a word Hale was saying, either. Selia ducked her head to hide the slight smile forming on her lips, quickly clearing her throat in an attempt to regain her composure. "Jumping? Are you talking about a physics assignment?" She ventured bravely, attempting to meet Carter's eyes. There was no other way to fathom willingly jumping off a building; it was like willingly stabbing yourself in the eye or willingly failing a test. After all, this was Melinda Daae he was talking about: the writer of model papers, the pride of every teacher, the perfect student she and many others tried so very hard to be like. Selia could believe that Melinda would jump off of buildings to study wind pressure or aerodynamics. Never... She bit her lip, turning her gaze away. Never to break the rules. ...Right? |
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| Aerandria | Mar 24 2013, 05:37 PM Post #14 |
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Animosity. She can subtly sense it. Percentage of overbearing sensitivity to current atmosphere: 97%. She would smell the hostility and fear slowly crawls and intoxicates. Cornelia has developed the habit of shielding it away through her incessant critical sharpness whereas the boundless fears were forgotten instead of stroked. This Carter character fed her rage a teaspoon hotter and a cliff edge closer to failing to calm her contempt from the current circumstances. "Not even English?" Not even English?! And the fact that the fool has been simultaneously attending the same institute as I did, boils me. His exuberance took opposite effect upon her while it seemed to perpetually enlighten both former ladies, Daae and Feng. One of the ever beginning factors of the sickening bloom of some love story. "Before you exalt to me what English is, it would better suffice to realize how broken the proper English you use and believe?" She remarked to the complacent citrus head. Cornelia had qualms about her earlier reply to Feng, it was an outburst of the irrational indignation. But she could not tolerate for the violation of the archaic sciences which triggered her instantaneous blow. Cornelia concluded her repairs of the infringed chemicals and materials, regardless she eyed Daae as she proceeded to scribble her note. Daae seemed to be wary of Cornelia's earlier contempt of the accident, nevertheless Daae was buoyant and lifted among the tension filled clouds. Something of that mentality was envied profusely. Cornelia envied the radiance of such character, the character of the heroine, the protagonist, and the agreeable magnetic side of lighted justice. As she finished her repairs, Feng was her object of observation. Never in Cornelia's life of academia has she seen a being of much metaphorical smoke and glass of broken hopes. Academia was a city of the contrary where its countenance most agreeable and much capital to all of its citizens. It inhaled civilization’s enlightened knowledge and exhaled credit on the performance of it. The productivity and success wholeheartedly was incumbent to its citizens whereas they are most conscientious, are they? Daae bounced to Carter's side and handed him her messaged note. Cornelia could mistake the coquetry for another kind of underlying behavior but it was clearly apparent in Daae’s eyes, that she indeed was calculating and in her eyes, she also believed her scheme to be propitious. It was one of the vast qualities that Cornelia managed to maintain her veneration for Daae. “Daae I did not assume you to be a character of needless precipitance but your everlasting alacrity is implying that you are scheming, and whatever it is, it will be implacable, therefore what exactly are you scheming?” Cornelia could not hide the vivacity behind her voice, it has been some time before she’s had a day of intrepidity. |
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