Post by Mila on Nov 18, 2012 14:18:04 GMT -5
11:07:02 [Brax] Customarily for typical Kennedy behaviour, Brax was seated in the back row of desks, window seat. His hair was tousled, tie askew and his amber eyes had become glazed with a lethal mixture of boredom and exhaustion. Like lead weights, his eyelids drooped mid-way then closed. In unison, his head dropped to his chest, the movement waking him until he could fall in the same undying cycle he had been trapped within for the last fifteen minutes of History. What could be more boring than Ether History? General Academics History. Honestly, Brax didn't care what this Napoleon, or Neapolitan ice-cream man did a thousand years ago in Africa. He really didn't. Like, if he were to write an essay on the amount of fucks he gave there would be approximately no fucks on the page. It didn't help that the Professor lecturing them possessed the voice of a monotone drone which had the habit of lulling one Braxton Kennedy to sleep. “Dismissed.” Came the drone as the clock on the stone wall hit 1pm. Everyone in Sixth Year History rose with a noise screech of chairs, thump of closed tomes and chatter of voices that had remained obediently, for the most part, shut for the past period and were finally handed the freedom of Midday break on a silver platter. The Professor whom had, until now, failed to notice the sleeper Shifter abusing his precious class time, realised when Brax remained seated. Head nodding and rising like a dashboard puppy. Only, he looked anything but. Muscular and tall, and even sporting visible clawed marks on his forearm and a split, swollen lip. “Kennedy!” Standing by his Brax's desk, the shout finally knocked his student from his revelry. He bolted upright in his chair, startled and disgruntled. “Heh wh?” The back of his hand wiped a small trace of drool from his lip while his sleeping mind caught up to his waking body. Everyone's gone. Lunchtime. “One thousand word essay on the bad manners of sleeping class. On my desk, Thursday morning.” While the Professor returned to his desk to tidy his papers, Brax swore beneath his breath, lept to his feet, grabbed his book and headed for the Hall. His friends Slamming his book down on the Arcadia table, he grunted more curses “Fuckin' Ass. Shit mother fu- Like sleeping is a crime. Life fuck. Neapolitan ice cream mother fucker. Probably took it up the arse from the ice cream man.” This was all mumbled as he picked a burger from the platter in front of him and ate it the way a wolf might a rabbit. His muttering didn't cease with his mouth full, and he glared holes into the wall ahead of him. His free hand took to his habitual, Brax tousle of his hair only, his fingers smoothed over his tawny mess and with his hand his eyes narrowed with concentration. It was only a moment on concentration within his tirade, and one that caused his Ether to turn his hair jet black from the roots out until he was as black as his mood.
11:17:06 [August`] Dainty digits moved to the sleeve of her blazer, thin pink lips pursing as she peered into the mirror of her dorm room. She'd never been a fan of the uniform, always having been infatuated with dressing herself - especially when she had those two legs to cover. Perhaps it was a way of expressing herself, though her natural amber-colored locks of hair that hung around a heart shaped face certainly set her out in the crowd to begin with. Fingers trailed to the neck of her blazer, adjusting the crease so it rested neatly around her neck. Slipping on polished shoes over navy socks, she merely blinked, played with the white sapphire encrusted studs in her ears, and turned on her heel to walk out the door. Indigo colored eyes peeked around the common room, her back holding open the door to her dorm as she slowly allowed it to slip closed. A couple girls were sitting on the couch or at a desk towards the other side of the room, who turned to smile at her. She offered the same in return - plus a pair of dimples on either cheek. She had been on bed rest for a bit from an illness, so after lunch would be her first time returning to classes since half a week ago. And this would be her first time to lunch in a while. Moving out of the dorm room, she head for the dining hall, eyes flickering over to a male who brushed right past her, muttering incoherent words that she had to assume were profanities. Rolling her eyes and heading towards her Tritus' house table, her stomach rumbled slightly. Fingers reaching up to push a few stray locks away from her face, she peered back to see the guy stuffing food in his mouth. She didn't really socialise with students in other houses. It wasn't because she had anything against them, it was just that they usually didn't notice her. And this was the perfect example. Moving towards the middle of her house's table, she climbed in, brushing down her skirt and taking a seat beside a few of her chatting roommates. Hayley, one of them, looked over to her, a bright smile plastered over her face at the sight of her friend - out of bed after such a long while. "August! How're you feeling? Ready to get back that social life of yours?" A small giggle and a nudge from her friend had a small blush covering her cheeks. She knew that Hayley was only teasing, but she shrugged a bit, knowing she had to laugh it off as she usually did. "Yeah, that social life." Nodding with pursed lips, she chuckled, rolling her eyes and nudging her friend back in the ribs. Hayley grinned, turning back to her conversation with her other friend. Reaching forward to grab a salad rushing by in the middle of the table, fingers gripped the edge, eyes awaiting the dressing. Seeing the packet nearly fly right by her, she reached out to grab it as well. She had to get used to that rushed feeling again. She wasn't completely recovered, anyhow. Placing the bowl of salad in front of her, she fumbled with her dressing a bit, trying to open the package with a furrowed brow. ||E||
11:35:53 [Brax] Without pausing in his chewing, the scowling Braxton's eyes flickered shut and when they'd come open again, no longer were there molten amber spitfires turning the wall into dust. Instead, his were a dark, pitched brown. The change was as complete as he'd bother with it, the rivulets of adrenaline rushed power released in a self-preserving attempt to cool his mood, an attempt that failed. A Sixth Year he'd easily Mastered the easiest of Chameleon Shifting, adjusting the hue of his own features. He'd become so good at it, like most Sixth Years, that one might wonder if the tawny locks and amber orbs he usually sported were reality or apparition had he not attended the school since he was twelve and unable to alter his golden features. Brax wolfed into the burger, and reached for another before the last swallow of saucy meat had slit down his throat. Eating like a beast it was any wonder that there wasn't a gut in place of a washboard abdominals but then, it could all be a Shifter trick like his hair. Guzzling water, munching on a burger and reaching for a third as he stood Brax headed for the doors. His buds would probably already be in the Courtyard. With a burger in each hand, and his instincts begging for the outdoors and to surround himself in people who would weather an onslaught of cursing about the Professor and, likely offer a quick match of football in which he could exert his athleticism and rage before he was forced to endure History of Ether. Tuesdays would be the worst this Semester; Back to back History followed by Dryke. Kill me now? Already thinking about touchdown glory, he all but left his History tome and workbook on the Arcadia table, each inscribed with B. Kennedy.
11:43:54 [August`] It wouldn't take too long for August to grow slightly uncomfortable in this situation. And for some reason, she had a bubbling sensation in her chest to go and curse that guy out. An odd event for her, as she was usually the quiet one. By no means was she innocent, though, just never quite the social butterfly. Filling a fork with salad, she stuffed bite after bite in her mouth, eyes flickering side to side as she sipped iced tea, every so often peeking back over her shoulder at that guy who was obviously angry and fed up with something. Pursing her lips, she would continue to peek at him every so often, her own annoyance up to her ears. Was this the first time she was going to start a conversation? Maybe. If it could be considered a conversation. She had heard of Brax. The younger girls swooning and giggling with their points in his direction. She wasn't one for that time. Standing with her iced tea, only having eaten half of her salad when she noticed him getting up - steam almost visibly shooting from his ears. She said a quick goodbye to Hayley, who shouted after her something about next class, their English class. She didn't mind English. In fact, she liked it. Heading off after him, her amber strands of hair flew out behind her as she was nearly jogging after him. Slowing down as she neared him, she pursed her lips, not even thinking before the words were out of her mouth. "Something up the wrong tube, Shifter?" Her brow perked up, fingers resting at her sides with only a cup of her iced tea in one of her hands. If he were to continue walking, so would she. A stride of confidence - or something - had shot through her for whatever reason. And there she was standing up to a guy - a good looking, older guy - that would probably laugh at her if it were any other day. Or any other place for that matter. ||E||
12:03:45 [Brax] On his way to the courtyard, he was halted midstep and midchew by a voice that was obviously directed at him. An unfamiliar voice but then, he would never claim to know everyone at Hex. They just knew him. His eyes portrayed irritated confusion, while his lips and mouth kept his steady scowl as best he could with a mouthful of burger. After turning to face her, Brax just stared, stunned and irritated. The fuck had crawled up her gaper? Given that in this occasion he was actually innocent of any form of provocation, he was all the more annoyed by the comment and especially taken aback. Since when did a mere slip of a girl like this stalk up to him with a reprimand? Since when were these girls a nobody underclassman. Couldn't place her House or name. Generally with a pretty girl like this, he'd assumed they'd flirted back and forth and maybe conducted some form of tryst. Taking to calling her with a pet-name, that could be used in place of their actual name and removing any evidence that he had no idea who the fuck they were. But he didn't know her. He was certain. Swallowing like Popeye, he scowled evermore and narrowed his midnight eyes that were as black as his pitch. “The fuck?” You know what? Not even worth it. Second day of the Semester and he'd already had a girl threaten to throw water at him in a desperate bid for attention. Add to that, that a Werewolf tried to maul him (and almost succeeded). He was learning that a Sixth Year's workload was hard as fuck, he had History and Dryke next and an extra essay on top of everything and you had yourself one very, very moody Shifter. Brax's eyes darted from her to the burger then back again. His gaze locked on hers, he piffed the half eaten burger at her chest, dripping with hot sauce and all. If successful, it would land a nice big greasy stain on her perfectly presented uniform. This attracted the eyes and gasps of other students in the Hallway and luckily for him, there were no Faculty members in sight to make his day even that little bit worse. Savagely, he took a bite of his third and final meal and walked briskly away.
12:13:43 [August`] A small, mischievous smirk found its way onto her face as she stared towards him, feet planting in the middle of the hall as he slowly turned to face her. It had taken him a bit, and they stood their in silence a moment, her indigo colored eyes staring towards him, unwavering as a few were already pointing in their direction. His simple questioning words as he looked over her, and somehow she knew exactly what he was thinking. It wasn't too hard to guess. 'Who the fuck is this little bitch?' Her eyes caught his own stare moving from her to the burger, and back once more. Eyes widening in the slightest, she knew what he was going to do. But before she could make a move, the burger smacked against the bare part of her upper chest, dripping down the front of her shirt - the inside and the outside. Indigo hues widening, she heard the laughter, gasps and whispers from all around the hall. Eyes watching as he merely walked away, her cheeks flamed, jaw clenching with her iced tea falling to the ground. Eyes looked down at herself and as the hallway erupted with laughter, and that Braxton just continued to walk away, she darted down the hall, her agile frame shoving through the crowd as embarrassed tears began to streak down her cheeks. She wouldn't stop until she was in her dorm, stripping off her clothing and shoving them in the hamper, wiping herself down, and slipping into bed, not to get up until later when she was forced to retrieve her things from the library. So there she was, body curled in a ball with the covers pulled over her head. ||E||
11:17:06 [August`] Dainty digits moved to the sleeve of her blazer, thin pink lips pursing as she peered into the mirror of her dorm room. She'd never been a fan of the uniform, always having been infatuated with dressing herself - especially when she had those two legs to cover. Perhaps it was a way of expressing herself, though her natural amber-colored locks of hair that hung around a heart shaped face certainly set her out in the crowd to begin with. Fingers trailed to the neck of her blazer, adjusting the crease so it rested neatly around her neck. Slipping on polished shoes over navy socks, she merely blinked, played with the white sapphire encrusted studs in her ears, and turned on her heel to walk out the door. Indigo colored eyes peeked around the common room, her back holding open the door to her dorm as she slowly allowed it to slip closed. A couple girls were sitting on the couch or at a desk towards the other side of the room, who turned to smile at her. She offered the same in return - plus a pair of dimples on either cheek. She had been on bed rest for a bit from an illness, so after lunch would be her first time returning to classes since half a week ago. And this would be her first time to lunch in a while. Moving out of the dorm room, she head for the dining hall, eyes flickering over to a male who brushed right past her, muttering incoherent words that she had to assume were profanities. Rolling her eyes and heading towards her Tritus' house table, her stomach rumbled slightly. Fingers reaching up to push a few stray locks away from her face, she peered back to see the guy stuffing food in his mouth. She didn't really socialise with students in other houses. It wasn't because she had anything against them, it was just that they usually didn't notice her. And this was the perfect example. Moving towards the middle of her house's table, she climbed in, brushing down her skirt and taking a seat beside a few of her chatting roommates. Hayley, one of them, looked over to her, a bright smile plastered over her face at the sight of her friend - out of bed after such a long while. "August! How're you feeling? Ready to get back that social life of yours?" A small giggle and a nudge from her friend had a small blush covering her cheeks. She knew that Hayley was only teasing, but she shrugged a bit, knowing she had to laugh it off as she usually did. "Yeah, that social life." Nodding with pursed lips, she chuckled, rolling her eyes and nudging her friend back in the ribs. Hayley grinned, turning back to her conversation with her other friend. Reaching forward to grab a salad rushing by in the middle of the table, fingers gripped the edge, eyes awaiting the dressing. Seeing the packet nearly fly right by her, she reached out to grab it as well. She had to get used to that rushed feeling again. She wasn't completely recovered, anyhow. Placing the bowl of salad in front of her, she fumbled with her dressing a bit, trying to open the package with a furrowed brow. ||E||
11:35:53 [Brax] Without pausing in his chewing, the scowling Braxton's eyes flickered shut and when they'd come open again, no longer were there molten amber spitfires turning the wall into dust. Instead, his were a dark, pitched brown. The change was as complete as he'd bother with it, the rivulets of adrenaline rushed power released in a self-preserving attempt to cool his mood, an attempt that failed. A Sixth Year he'd easily Mastered the easiest of Chameleon Shifting, adjusting the hue of his own features. He'd become so good at it, like most Sixth Years, that one might wonder if the tawny locks and amber orbs he usually sported were reality or apparition had he not attended the school since he was twelve and unable to alter his golden features. Brax wolfed into the burger, and reached for another before the last swallow of saucy meat had slit down his throat. Eating like a beast it was any wonder that there wasn't a gut in place of a washboard abdominals but then, it could all be a Shifter trick like his hair. Guzzling water, munching on a burger and reaching for a third as he stood Brax headed for the doors. His buds would probably already be in the Courtyard. With a burger in each hand, and his instincts begging for the outdoors and to surround himself in people who would weather an onslaught of cursing about the Professor and, likely offer a quick match of football in which he could exert his athleticism and rage before he was forced to endure History of Ether. Tuesdays would be the worst this Semester; Back to back History followed by Dryke. Kill me now? Already thinking about touchdown glory, he all but left his History tome and workbook on the Arcadia table, each inscribed with B. Kennedy.
11:43:54 [August`] It wouldn't take too long for August to grow slightly uncomfortable in this situation. And for some reason, she had a bubbling sensation in her chest to go and curse that guy out. An odd event for her, as she was usually the quiet one. By no means was she innocent, though, just never quite the social butterfly. Filling a fork with salad, she stuffed bite after bite in her mouth, eyes flickering side to side as she sipped iced tea, every so often peeking back over her shoulder at that guy who was obviously angry and fed up with something. Pursing her lips, she would continue to peek at him every so often, her own annoyance up to her ears. Was this the first time she was going to start a conversation? Maybe. If it could be considered a conversation. She had heard of Brax. The younger girls swooning and giggling with their points in his direction. She wasn't one for that time. Standing with her iced tea, only having eaten half of her salad when she noticed him getting up - steam almost visibly shooting from his ears. She said a quick goodbye to Hayley, who shouted after her something about next class, their English class. She didn't mind English. In fact, she liked it. Heading off after him, her amber strands of hair flew out behind her as she was nearly jogging after him. Slowing down as she neared him, she pursed her lips, not even thinking before the words were out of her mouth. "Something up the wrong tube, Shifter?" Her brow perked up, fingers resting at her sides with only a cup of her iced tea in one of her hands. If he were to continue walking, so would she. A stride of confidence - or something - had shot through her for whatever reason. And there she was standing up to a guy - a good looking, older guy - that would probably laugh at her if it were any other day. Or any other place for that matter. ||E||
12:03:45 [Brax] On his way to the courtyard, he was halted midstep and midchew by a voice that was obviously directed at him. An unfamiliar voice but then, he would never claim to know everyone at Hex. They just knew him. His eyes portrayed irritated confusion, while his lips and mouth kept his steady scowl as best he could with a mouthful of burger. After turning to face her, Brax just stared, stunned and irritated. The fuck had crawled up her gaper? Given that in this occasion he was actually innocent of any form of provocation, he was all the more annoyed by the comment and especially taken aback. Since when did a mere slip of a girl like this stalk up to him with a reprimand? Since when were these girls a nobody underclassman. Couldn't place her House or name. Generally with a pretty girl like this, he'd assumed they'd flirted back and forth and maybe conducted some form of tryst. Taking to calling her with a pet-name, that could be used in place of their actual name and removing any evidence that he had no idea who the fuck they were. But he didn't know her. He was certain. Swallowing like Popeye, he scowled evermore and narrowed his midnight eyes that were as black as his pitch. “The fuck?” You know what? Not even worth it. Second day of the Semester and he'd already had a girl threaten to throw water at him in a desperate bid for attention. Add to that, that a Werewolf tried to maul him (and almost succeeded). He was learning that a Sixth Year's workload was hard as fuck, he had History and Dryke next and an extra essay on top of everything and you had yourself one very, very moody Shifter. Brax's eyes darted from her to the burger then back again. His gaze locked on hers, he piffed the half eaten burger at her chest, dripping with hot sauce and all. If successful, it would land a nice big greasy stain on her perfectly presented uniform. This attracted the eyes and gasps of other students in the Hallway and luckily for him, there were no Faculty members in sight to make his day even that little bit worse. Savagely, he took a bite of his third and final meal and walked briskly away.
12:13:43 [August`] A small, mischievous smirk found its way onto her face as she stared towards him, feet planting in the middle of the hall as he slowly turned to face her. It had taken him a bit, and they stood their in silence a moment, her indigo colored eyes staring towards him, unwavering as a few were already pointing in their direction. His simple questioning words as he looked over her, and somehow she knew exactly what he was thinking. It wasn't too hard to guess. 'Who the fuck is this little bitch?' Her eyes caught his own stare moving from her to the burger, and back once more. Eyes widening in the slightest, she knew what he was going to do. But before she could make a move, the burger smacked against the bare part of her upper chest, dripping down the front of her shirt - the inside and the outside. Indigo hues widening, she heard the laughter, gasps and whispers from all around the hall. Eyes watching as he merely walked away, her cheeks flamed, jaw clenching with her iced tea falling to the ground. Eyes looked down at herself and as the hallway erupted with laughter, and that Braxton just continued to walk away, she darted down the hall, her agile frame shoving through the crowd as embarrassed tears began to streak down her cheeks. She wouldn't stop until she was in her dorm, stripping off her clothing and shoving them in the hamper, wiping herself down, and slipping into bed, not to get up until later when she was forced to retrieve her things from the library. So there she was, body curled in a ball with the covers pulled over her head. ||E||