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Post by Kirsty Pattinson on Jun 22, 2010 14:34:25 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day, Kirsty concluded as she pulled her black Sid Vicious messenger bag that much further up her bare shoulder. She wore a ripped Siouxsie and the Banshees vest that was at least two sizes too big over her petite figure.
Her black skinny jeans were tucked into her large biker boots, boots which emphasized her footfalls on the sun-worn sidewalk.
The building that loomed over her cast a long shadow, she was intimidated, that much is true but she was also oddly optimistic. Her past history at #552 wasn't much to go on but she knew that this time things would be different.
Inside, the building was cooler, something she was thankful for. Smiling to herself, she sat down on a nearby bench and pulled her worn sketchpad from her bag. Her charcoal pencil was in its usual place, tucked inside the spine of her book. The last picture she'd been working on was one of her guitar that was started with boredom.
Singing along quietly to her white Ipod classic, she began to shade in the various contours that littered the subject of her drawing. Lost in the process of creating another piece of art.
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Post by Ceraphine Davis on Jun 22, 2010 17:41:41 GMT -5
Kevala was not feeling her usual self as of late, and that showed in the fact that she did not bother to stop and pay much attention to the students milling about on her way up the walkway toward the school. She was not in the mood to deal with the students right now, her mind not in the right place. Though it rarely was.
Dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank top, she had her make up on and her hair falling in soft waves about her delicate features. Back to looking as pretty as she always did. The mask securely in place.
Once inside the school she let out a little sigh and pushed her sunglasses back on her head. Icy hues scanning the somewhat crowded hallway. With a light shake of her head she would look down at her watch and roll her eyes. Of course she was early. Why the hell not?
Grumbling to herself she fell back onto the bench she had been standing before, crossing her arms over her chest and crossing her legs at the knees. Offering a glance toward the girl she had inadvertently sat down beside who seemed to be drawing.
Ah, art students. They were everywhere. Turning her attention back to the hallway before her she would lay her head back and sigh once more before casting her eyes up to the ceiling. Gods she wished she was home right now.
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Post by Kirsty Pattinson on Jun 23, 2010 10:21:17 GMT -5
As she crossed her legs, Kirsty's previously occupied eyes had now strayed over towards the girl that had taken up residence in the seat next to her. The sigh had been what captured her attention, she'd heard the same sigh many times from different people, one that had exasperation positively oozing from it.
Tapping her pencil, she took in a deep breath. It was against her better nature to badger someone who obviously was having a bad day, even one so early in the morning. But this seemed like one of the rare cases that she was going to ignore that better nature and let her curiosity get the better of her.
"Bad day?" She said, her voice disguising her interest. As it was her first day, she was going to try and be as civil as possible, something she rarely did nowadays. She knew that first impressions were the most important, so this time she'd do it properly.
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Post by Ceraphine Davis on Jun 23, 2010 14:56:56 GMT -5
Curiosity filled the air around Kevala as she raised her brow. Oh just freaking lovely. Time to play nice she supposed.
Turning her attention toward the girl she was seated by she would smile that little smile she had practiced so very often. It was something she found came in handy with the position she currently held in school.
"Not yet, but it will be. I am just tired is all."
She was exhausted in reality, but she did not show that nor would she openly admit to it. She kept up the clean, pretty, energetic appearance, and she kept it up well. For just this reason. No matter how much she wished she could drop the act all together.
"Hi, my name is Kevala Katashi."
She let her small hand extend outward in a friendly gesture to shake hands. It was the only right thing to do, seeing as how she thought this was a new student and well, first impressions were key here.
It was after all her position in this school to be liked by the students, or to at least give it her best effort. If they chose not to, then that was their problem, not her's. At least she could say she tried.
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Post by Kirsty Pattinson on Jun 23, 2010 15:23:04 GMT -5
Kirsty hesitated briefly, pondering the possibility of this girl punching her while she was off guard, wouldn't have been the first time. Then dismissed it, this girl seemed nice enough so she shook her hand politely, giving her a small smile. "I'm Kirsty Pattinson."
She removed her bag from her shoulder and dropped it to the floor, without the sketchpad in it the bag seemed slightly lighter but it wasn't much. It still felt like she was carrying bricks with her, everywhere she went.
"It's my first day here." She spoke quietly, as she often did in conversations with new people. She pulled at a thread on the hemline of her vest, watching the hem unravel as the thread became more and more loosened. It kind of reminded her of herself. She had unravelled in the exact same manner. If only she could piece herself together.
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Post by Ceraphine Davis on Jun 23, 2010 16:33:44 GMT -5
Kevala withdrew her hand and settled it upon her lap as she smiled still at the girl. She felt the hesitation, the uncertainty and everything else that came along with a new student, though she said nothing.
Instead she let the girl settle her bag onto the floor and then speak, a knowing nod given as she cast her icy hues down the hallway and over the rest of the students that lingered about.
"Yes, I can tell. It is not as bad as it seems, so long as you do not let them run all over you."
Them being the rest of the student body. They tended to like doing that to girls who moved here. Gods knew they had tried more than once to do it to Kevala herself. Hell they still tried.
Brushing her tongue over her lips she would lean her head back against the wall behind the bench, her fingers sliding upward to twist a lock of hair about them.
"I am sure you will get the hang of things real fast."
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Post by Kirsty Pattinson on Jun 23, 2010 16:49:28 GMT -5
"I'm hoping so." Kirsty replied, her voice dropping in tone. She'd seen enough violence in 552 to know how to take care of herself, but something about this place told her that she was in way over her head, with no possible way to get out.
"Have you been here long?" She didn't look back towards the girl, she had always been uncomfortable when it came to social interaction and this was no exception. She clenched her hands together in her lap, unsure of what to make of this new school.
She knew that she was making small talk, but she didn't care, anything to distract her from the other people in the hallway. Biting her lip she glanced down at the floor then back across to them.
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Post by Ceraphine Davis on Jun 23, 2010 17:02:55 GMT -5
The students that passed by cast Kevala a wary glance and made sure to keep their distance from her. Which to most seemed rather odd given the tiny stature of the girl and the model like qualities. But she just ignored it, knowing well why they did it.
As she was spoken to again she stopped in her own mental analysis of the school and its students to think about just how long she had been here. It had been at least 6 months now, if not longer, the exact time fading from her mental grasp as each day seemed to fade into the next, the lines blurred and making it hard to tell time.
"Yeah, I have been here awhile."
It was all she could think to say. It had been such a rocky road for her since she first stepped foot into these halls and honestly she wished she could change most of it, but she knew she never would.
"This place can be a bit much at times, but all in all it is a good school and most of the people are not THAT bad."
Okay so they were, she had already been kidnapped, tortured, beaten up, and run into the ground more times than she could count, but yeah, she was not counting all of that. Instead she was focused on the positives. Like all the friends she did not have that she knew existed for others....Just not so much herself.
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Post by Kirsty Pattinson on Jun 25, 2010 13:12:18 GMT -5
Kirsty sighed, she'd come to the conclusion herself that this place may be more like 552 than she had initially thought. She could hear the people around the hallways, chatting amongst themselves, being friendly.
Truthfully, she was envious of them, she wanted to be happy and relaxed, instead she was just tense and nervous. She couldn't do anything about it, but she knew that once she tried to get things back to normal, she'd be ok, at least she hoped.
"I actually came from another school fairly similar to this one and that one was rather intimidating."
Kirsty crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the backrest of the bench, she knew this place wasn't going to be easy to get used to but she'd try, no matter what the cost.
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