Worth The Effort?
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Post by aisaka on Jun 20, 2012 1:31:28 GMT -6
This place... it surely wasn't home, it was far from it. It was a town filled with places she didn't know about, people she didn't know, a language she didn't understand. Not that they spoke a language different than her own, she just never knew what anyone was talking about. She was an Alien, on a new frontier bustling with the peaceful lives of those who'd lived here much longer. A week had already passed since her arrival in the cold rainy night, with the red carpet crusted with grime rolling out from the crummy old Taxi cab that'd carried her and her luggage to her wondrous 15 x 14 foot studio apartment Mansion. Oh yes, she was a Princess alright, ruling the world of low-class living and cramped tattered rooms infested with parasites with bullet holes in the wall and locks that didn't work and neighbors that never shut the hell up... Okay, so it wasn't nearly that bad, but it was small - that was enough to disappoint her. All she'd unpacked was her bed, some small belongings, and a television - to which she had to have another vehicle bring it along. Normally she wouldn't have even bothered but she figured she'd take all she could as a 'gift' from that miserable excuse of a man that kept calling himself her Father. The very thought of it made her shudder in anger.
"This sucks."
She said flatly, bitterly to herself. What exactly had she been expecting, though? Running off like she did to the middle of nowhere and expecting to find an oasis of friendly people who'd adore her and a bustling enormous city to forever entertain her? Life certainly wasn't the fairy tail she'd hoped it'd be, and now she was simply stuck with what she'd given herself. Absolutely nothing. Her forehead conked against the glass window on one side of the hallway, looking outward toward the courtyard below and the halls across the way. The sound of her skull meeting the somewhat flexible substance made it rattle and vibrate with a low chime, attracting only the attention of either anyone walking directly below or behind her. It wasn't all bad though, the orientation was nice enough and the tour was useful; now she knew all the places she could spend alone, 'squee'. It'd only taken less than half an hour of her walking around on her own for someone to mention her small stature, a boy with a clever smile that just screamed 'Please Taiga, hit me until I stop moving'. Had it been her old school she would've gladly knocked a few teeth out at the least, but this was a new start... this was a place where she was going to get away from all that, where she would be nice and sweet, friend to all and the prettiest princess in all the world.
'Thud'
Her forehead struck the glass again in the same nonchalant fashion as before, a frustrated groan finding its way to surpass her lips while her eyes slowly stared down below. Was it closer to the beginning of lunch, or the end? Hell, she didn't know.. or care, for that matter, she didn't really even know why she was still here. She had to make the best of it though, eventually she'd find someone tolerable to talk to despite her hatred for conversation with strangers. Maybe someone just as irritable as her, the school was sure to have some delinquents right? Then again that'd go against her promise to stay out of the bad crowd and start anew, but she just... hated people, sometimes. The things they could ramble on about, the stupid subjects and gossip about sex and boy bands and GAH!! It pissed her off. Maybe she should give these people a chance first, the boy hadn't exactly been insulting of her height more so than curious and she didn't really have a reason to blame him either.. not many were her size, some were close though so she didn't feel entirely alone. How exactly would she even go about introducing herself to people. 'Hi there, I'm Taiga, isn't my name weird? Please be my friend because I'm such a pathetic loser!'
'Thud, thud, thud.'
She was sure by now the glass would at some point eventually begin to crack if she kept up her assault upon it, either that or she'd receive some minor brain damage, whichever. They all did seem like nice people, maybe a little strange and too friendly sometimes from what she saw with how others behaved, but that behavior reminded her a lot of Minori... Hnn, the thought of her threatened to bring tears to her eyes but the last thing she'd want to do is break down in the school hallway before she even attended her first real day. For such a bold decision to start a new life she certainly hadn't thought any single bit of it through, hadn't formulated anything close to a plan or strategy, but that was Taiga... and she enjoyed being her. Not the consequences that followed, but the satisfaction of freedom. Oh, and the uniforms, bright yellow -- her eyes nearly hurt at the sight of what she thought was a blinding flurry of marigolds that'd sprouted legs and arms. It really was a whole new world to her, but she didn't consider it all as completely hopeless. Certainly somewhere, out here, there would be a friend for her to find and a time for her wounds to heal. She just hoped the Demons that always seemed to follow her around wouldn't worm their way into her life and make her as much of a recluse as she'd been before. Despite the respect from being feared, the loneliness was pure agony.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jun 20, 2012 5:18:59 GMT -6
Is this going to get any worse?
That Aizawa girl still managed to gain more praise than me in the latest training session, and hogged most of the attention. Is my goal of surpassing her placed at the end of a rainbow? Or is it like a sentient creature, which never remains in one place? It's not like I did badly, since the instructor (my mother) gave me a favorable analysis too, and said the difference lied in the nuances in our moves. Whatever they are, I still can't master them, even when moving to my favorite tunes. Differences, no matter how small, are still there, and all my efforts to turn them the other way round has produced no real result so far, or as one might say, futile (I hate that word, and certainly don't want to hear it from that girl).
On the other hand, I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life until the recent incidents involving me and "that" boy. I lost my mind in the torrential rain, hugged him in desperate hunger of emotional comfort, cried like a baby, dripping wet from head to toe. Then soon afterwards, I was teased by my classmate when he showed up as a customer of our temporary ramen stand. My outburst was like a C-4. Why did I lose composure like that? Because of "him? It's not like I really care about him or anything... Why did I throw a fit over him anyway? I have never felt like this about a boy before. I want to make him my personal sidekick, my special assistant, unlike those shameless boys who keep following my like dogs. I want him to keep me company, to be close to me, to be someone I can share my thoughts with... Am I... being attracted to him? Is that the case? I know he's been on my mind since last year, but, do I really... like him? Argh, no way! My head just keeps spinning around like an electric fan.
Thank God this hallway is quiet enough right now for me to compose myself. I lean against the wall separating the two large glass windows, and notice a suspiciously familiar figure, who somehow keeps hitting her head against the glass panel. Is this some kind of endurance test? Not that I care it's for the glass or herself.
She's a small one. Well, looks like I'm not the only petite one at school. She has long wavy hair, which is probably as long as mine, with a color of mocha. She has some kind of a strange familiar vibe, as if I've met her before, and as far as I remember, this is the very first time I've seen her. And she looks rather moody, definitely more so than me.
Looks like I've found away to release my stress. I quietly approach her from behind, until we are only about 10 centimeters apart, then says: "Are you testing the glass or something?"
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Post by aisaka on Jun 20, 2012 5:49:56 GMT -6
'Yes, I'm testing the glass! I'm bashing my face against it for the sake of seeing how much force it takes to break! That's what I do, all day, is just test glass, with my face!'
For an irritated conscience, it certainly was annoying. She wasn't upset at the girl in the slightest, rather her entire mind was pissed off at the thought of existing at the moment. A rather depressing thought, and she hated all that mopey crap... Slowly she peeled her face off of the surprisingly resilient window pane and tilted her head, glancing for a moment to merely confirm there was indeed a figure who had addressed her, and she wasn't just going completely insane. Turning to face the other, Taiga was rather surprised to see one sharing a similar stature to her own. Petite... she would say short but she'd come to despise the word; perhaps they could find common ground in a subject she loathed? Her eyes scanned slowly over the other girl as if sizing her up, taking note of her posture and form, her appearance and upkeep which to say the least was suitable for her taste. Her-- taste? Was she mentally hitting on this person now? Her brain was quickly worsening from a mere head-on-collision of disaster to a full on train wreck.
"Why the hell would I do that?"
Good choice of words... well, better than <expletive> off, or 'what's it to you'? But still, not perfect. Her arms slowly lift upward to lightly fold across her chest in their usual fashion. Just who exactly was this girl who approached her? Was this a challenge? A test of her strength and courage? Was she going to try and pick on her?... Back at her home, she was a damned force to be reckoned with, she wondered if now that territory would become contested with the presence of this other girl. Less then a minute after setting eyes upon the student, and she was already thinking of practical methods to take her down; so this is why she didn't have any friends. It almost made her want to smile, realizing her own stupidity and excessive worry. She was probably just another person like everyone else, wondering why she'd been bashing her face up against the window for the last five minutes.
"If I wanted to test glass I'd use a bat, or a big stick, or a chair.. not my head."
Despite her best efforts she didn't really come off any less hostile than before, her tone may have had a hint of playfulness but overall just as threatening. If this girl was indeed here to challenge here she really didn't have time for it, there was enough upon her plate as is with struggling to figure out how she'd manage to survive in this new town, what she'd do for money after her Father eventually cut her off once he realized she'd stop talking to him completely, and how long it'd take until she started beating people up again. Hmph... not everything had to be so complicated and infuriating, but the love and affection of a certain pink-haired girl had left a hole in her heart, one that filled over with iron and chains to keep anyone from ever hoping to fill the gap. Wait, pink.. hair. This girl had something similar. She certainly wasn't Minori, but could this all really be a coincidence? She'd met her former best friend in the very same manner, just by simply being directly approached out of the blue, by one who did not fear her in the slightest.
"So... I take it you're a student here too. I just transferred in."
Unsure of how to word it, it nonetheless made her shudder for a moment in distaste. The things people would talk about bothered her to no end, but maybe this girl could find something of her liking to bring up other than her odd displays of stress relief, it was worth taking a chance. Her arms drifted downward to unfold and rest her hands back against the window sill, leaning casually while observing the girl once again, prepared for the worst. Not that she really expected this random student to suddenly lash out at her with moves that'd make cinema studious gawk in disbelief, but better safe than sorry.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jun 20, 2012 12:06:42 GMT -6
"It's nothing" I can't help but giggle at the girl's reaction "I meant nothing by asking that, just trying to make sure you are still aware of your surroundings". It's rather exciting to meet someone who looks so similar to me. Guess I will carry on with the conversation.
"Besides, well, even if you want to test the glass for real, you have to go through appropriate procedures. Not with these windows anyway, or you may get suspended." I continue, with a amused smile on my face. "You are quite strange."
Now I have a better look at my "alter-ego"'s uniform. Looks the same size as mine, the length and all the three measurements. Her uniform badge is blue, meaning she's in third year, and hence older than me. And wow, she even has the same taste in kneesocks as mine. Somehow we are both wearing black ones. Hmm, looks like she has quite a sense of fashion.
Still, if she really is a recently transferred student, it is rather rare for requesting a transfer once a student reaches senior year. She probably has family circumstances or something like that.
After finish checking her clothes and waiting for her to finish inspecting me, I decide to introduce myself, and offer my hand:
"Well, nice to meet you, senpai. My name is Fuukami Iryna, second year. I'm your kouhai, but you just transferred here, so I guess we are even. And you are?"
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