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Post by fally on Jul 12, 2006 22:55:39 GMT -5
As Celesta walked into a room with her bags she looked around "Interesting, interesting..." She thought almost randomly. She sat her stuff down and started thinking about how long she would be in here, in this room, in this academy, in this everything.
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Post by Damien Meadows on Jul 13, 2006 9:17:49 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind))
A head covered in fuzzy black fur entered the room, soon followed by the rest of the equally fur covered body. The boy was naturally dressed, wearing black tennis shoes, dark jeans, a black tank top, and a white, short sleeved, unbuttoned shirt. A silver earring decorated his right ear. Even with the clothes, it was obvious that the boy was covered in black fur. His hair was jet black, with a white streak going through the right side of the deliberately messy hairdo.
Damn, another occupied room. It seems that I can't find a place to be alone anywhere in this place. he thought. He needed some time alone, away from anyone and everyone, mainly because some of the things he overheard being said about him hurt him more than he'd expected. Damn it, was it his fault that his mutation made him into a Skunkboy? He shuddered from rage when remembering the wretched nickname.
And now there he was, in front of another girl. Great, more emotional punishment in store. "Sorry, I'll just go..." he said quickly and turned to leave. She was new here, that much he could tell- oh joy, another student to tease, hate, and be disgusted by him.
The green, sad eyes gave a quick glance to the girl, and then he turned and started walking, slowly. So far he didn't meet one single girl who didn't either treat him as a pet, or just shriek and go away.
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Post by fally on Jul 13, 2006 17:35:37 GMT -5
((Nope, not at all!))
After a while, a boy walked into Celesta's room. She looked up and saw a rather strange looking person, she blinked several times and sat up. "Oh look! It's a freak... Just like you..." She heard, it was yet again the same voice, the voice she so loathed. It was true Celesta was a freak, but it has a huge amount to do with her mental state...
As she looked at the boy closer she frowned very slightly, "Is something wrong?" She asked in her regular creepy voice, as quiet obviously, something was wrong.
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Post by Damien Meadows on Jul 13, 2006 17:43:53 GMT -5
He stopped. Well, he started the conversation, didn't he? He turned around. "What do you mean?" he asked, slightly puzzled. The voice she used unnerved him slightly. It was...ungh. Yes, "ungh" was the perfect word to describe what he heard.
He stepped a bit further away, just in case she didn't really like the idea of a mass of hair being close to her, even if this meant that he couldn't see any part of her. But he could smell her. Yes, and hear her breathing. But that was beside the point, and not really relevant.
"Well, nothing really, apart from the fur..." he added with an afterthought. Well, that was certainly true. Yes, he considered his mutation a curse, not a gift as so many people tried to tell him.
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Post by fally on Jul 13, 2006 22:29:44 GMT -5
Celesta blinked and decided that someone who would actually talk to her was worth not creeping out. She changed her voice to be slightly more regular, she then moved to a place where she could see him; for some reason she didn't like not being able to see a person when talking to them. "Well, you just seemed not good..." She said in a regular voice, though still frowning slightly, slightly worried about why he was not good.
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Post by Damien Meadows on Jul 14, 2006 15:33:25 GMT -5
"Not good? In what way?" he stopped. He knew perfectly in what way. "Oh. Yeah, I understand. It's the fur..." he said, and then turned once more to walk away. "I'll just stop intruding on your time then..."
There was not much to think about in his opinion. He thought he knew what she meant by "not good". Damn, why did he have to have this hideous thing all over his skin?
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Post by fally on Jul 14, 2006 15:50:42 GMT -5
"No, I don't mean the fur actually..." She commented somewhat quietly, "I mean you seem kind of well..." She paused for a second, thinking of the correct thing to say, not wanting to offend him, she was tired of being mocked and yelled at because of some of the things she said "Sad, that's what I meant by not good..." She finished, kind of subliminal getting ready to cover her ears, in a way, she was nearly crying because of the memories
"Just leave the freak alone... It can only amount to trouble because you know he's going to yell at you or something, no matter what you know how it's going to end... With you running off and crying in your room... You always cry when someone yells at you, threatens you, or even when they just stand there cry baby..." The voice told Celesta, who looked around, and was unable to find where the voice was coming from. She then started to wonder about why she was the only one that could ever hear the voice...
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Post by Damien Meadows on Jul 14, 2006 15:56:19 GMT -5
He turned once more. It felt kind of ridiculous now. Suddenly, he dropped on the floor, seating himself in a lotus position. "Well, I am...sort of...I mean..." he stopped himself from rambling.
Finally, composing his thoughts, he spread his arms in a wide gesture. "I mean look at me. You wouldn't be sad being a mutation of a skunk?" he asked, not yelling, but just talking in a normal tone.
He hated his mutation, hated his fur, hated the powers, the consequences, everything. Everything was just so wrong for him.
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Post by fally on Jul 14, 2006 16:09:29 GMT -5
She blinked several times, "Well, I can see your point..." She said, trying to find something good to say, but failing spectacularly, "Well, there's not much to say but this: The people that don't like you because of how you look are idiots, you should never judge someone by how they look, it's started many wars which is never a good thing, because wars don't determine who's right, they determine who's left..." She said, not sure if she made any sense because it made sense in her head...
"Maybe if you just shut your mouth people would actually like you, and not call you a freak and an idiot... Remember, if you were to shut your mouth, all those people wouldn't be in the hospital, and they wouldn't be deaf..." The voice said again and again...
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Post by Damien Meadows on Jul 14, 2006 16:33:47 GMT -5
His eyes lit up slightly. He looked at her. "I...I'm glad you think like that. The world could use more people like you..." he said, still sitting in the same position, his arms lowering and ending up on his legs.
"So, are you new around here?"
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Post by fally on Jul 14, 2006 19:35:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, I just got here a few hours ago," She said then added on, "Oh and I'm Celesta by the way, nice to meet you..." She then smiled slightly.
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Post by Damien Meadows on Jul 14, 2006 19:38:41 GMT -5
"Damien, nice to meet you too." he replied, still sitting on the floor. "So what are your powers then?" the question was more or less regular at the Academy when you met new people, unless they already knew. He had learned that almost right away.
His right ear twitched, and then he jumped up, and walked over beside the door, so that no one going through the hallway could see him. He sat back down. Just as this happened, three guys walked by, talking loudly.
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Post by fally on Jul 14, 2006 19:44:20 GMT -5
Celesta somehow figured out how to smirk in her head, she knew what to do. "So voice in head one, my power is to change my appearance and voice, what's yours? So your a psycho ehh? Don't you mean pyro, I'm the only psycho here!" She said loudly in her creepy voice, she then took out one of her daggers she always had in her pocket and started twitching her eye.
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Post by Damien Meadows on Jul 31, 2006 16:06:15 GMT -5
Damien was silent for a while, and then looked at her eyes. "Um...what?" he asked. This had completely confused him. The confusion was actually quite obvious in his eyes.
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