The Bill
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Post by DOLLAR on Feb 2, 2014 8:48:06 GMT -6
[attr="class","stafftitle"]VALENTINE'S WRITING CONTEST [attr="class","staffbod"]So now that we've got our first event underway, what better to do than a fun, lighthearted writing contest? Nothing, that's what. And that is exactly what we're going to do next — a writing contest! Since Valentine's is right around the corner, we're all dying to know what your character's most memorable Valentine's memory is. It could be anything; happy, sad, angsty, silly, whatever you want! Even though this is just a fun contest, we do have a few rules for it: 1. Only one entry per player. You can write more entries for fun, but please label them as such. If you don't, we'll judge your first entry in the thread if you have more than one.
2. The entries will be judged by the 3 staff members. The staff can enter the contest for fun but not for prizes.
3. Please keep your entries PG-13 to comply with Proboards TOS. As mentioned above, we have three prizes for the top three winners as decided by the staff, and the prizes are as follows: PRIZE 1: You can change your power to something different! This can be your primary or secondary power (if you have a secondary power). The power must be acceptable by site/staff standards. If you end up with this prize and don't want to change your power you get, the staff will let you know of an alternate prize.
PRIZE 2: The chance to design a villain for one of KB!'s next events. You will work with the staff team to design one of our future villains. All ideas will be accepted at staff discretion.
PRIZE 3: The ability to pick whatever team you want to be on for the next event that has teamwork involved. When you sign up, mention that you won this contest and then detail which team you would like to be on. So post away! We're excited to read your entries, all you lovelies! Entries will be accepted until February 23! |
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Post by RILEY TUFF on Feb 2, 2014 14:26:18 GMT -6
(aww yeah first post, BREAKING THE ICE FOR EVERYONE lets go guys, good luck everyone cant wait to read everyone's entries!!)
With her chin propped in one hand and the other tracing patterns on the scuffed chemistry lab tabletop, Riley stared out the window at the gathering snow. Though the local weather station had called it a light dusting, she had no doubts the snow would continue on into the night, perhaps even into the next day. After all, what was February in Pine City without three feet of snow?
Sure, other places in the country had warmed up by now. But not Minnesota, oh no. Minnesota had to be a special snowflake-- literally. And with it being two weeks into February, Riley felt as though she had every right to be angry about the white powder. It was Valentine's Day, for God's sake! The Valentine's Dance was tonight! What was romantic about snow?!
Not that she would be experiencing any romance this year, anyway. Or any previous year, for that matter. There were simple too many variables to consider. Not only would the other girl have to be able to put up with her, she would have to not be a complete idiot, and be at least marginally attractive. On top of that, she would have to be gay. And that was simply not a combination Riley had managed to find in rural Minnesota.
The teacher at the front of the class must have stopped lecturing and give them time to work, for a buzz of conversation had sprung up in the classroom. With a sigh, Riley turned to face her lab partner who was seated on the stool next to her. Though Terry Pritchett, the unpopular, unintelligent, and completely uninteresting boy was far from her ideal work partner, they had been matched up at the beginning of the year and Riley hadn't managed to convince the teacher to switch him with someone.
"So... atoms," he began with a weak smile, naming the week's topic and nothing else. Riley rolled her eyes and grabbed at their shared worksheet, pulling it away from Terry's rather weak grasp.
"Give me that. Go play with the Bunsen burner or something. I'm not gonna fail another assignment because you're an idiot." If anything, Terry seemed relieved that someone else was doing the work as he turned away to do whatever it was kids like him did when they were slacking off. With a snort, Riley focused on the worksheet. It was all about molecules, electrons, and protons. Though normally she did not have an aptitude for science, she knew she would not need to refer to the book for these answers. No, this was something she could recite in her sleep. Having a mother whose superpower was to manipulate her own electrons could do that to a person.
Riley set to work in earnest, scribbling out answers with her pencil in one hand, the other hand holding her chin. Why couldn't all worksheets be this easy? Her concentration on her work left little attention for what was going on around her, and so she did not see the red-headed girl approaching her from across the room.
"It's Tuff, right?"
She had not been expecting that voice. Riley turned so fast she nearly overbalanced on her stool, though she managed to grab the table and steady herself before she fell. Face flush with embarrassment as much at her own sudden clumsiness as at who was addressing her, she stared up into the eyes of Claire Peters.
And up indeed she stared, for though Riley was an impressive height for a girl her age even when sitting, Claire was, if anything, a good half foot taller. Realizing her knuckles had gone white from clutching the table, Riley released the black surface and shoved her hands rather unceremoniously into the pockets of her sweatshirt.
"Yeah?" She responded, as casually as she could manage. Which, in fact, was not very casual at all; she sounded more eager than anything. But for one was being addressed very suddenly by the crush she had held since middle school-- addressed by name, no less!-- who could blame her?
Perhaps sensing her hopefulness, or reading the enthusiasm in her voice, Claire smiled patronizingly down at her. "Your mom is Olivia Tuff? The Amazing Ion?"
"Yeah..." Riley said again, though with much less enthusiasm than before. She may have been head over heels, but she was not stupid. She could see where this was going.
"It's just, your mom, her power involves molecules..."
Riley gave a resigned sigh, her shoulders sagging. Figures Claire would only want to talk to her because she needed something from her.
"Which answer do you need to know?"
Claire smiled again, apparently relieved that Riley understood. "Just 4A and 7C," she said, leaning in to examine Riley's paper. As she did so, her shoulder brushed Riley's arm. Riley immediately stiffened, her throat tightening as a sensation somewhat akin to electricity flowed through her, originating from her arm where Claire had touched her.
Riley's mind raced. 4A and 7C were two of the easiest questions on the worksheet, and their answers were right at the front of the chapter. Why on Earth would Claire need those answers, specifically? A sudden, scandalous thought crept into her mind. Maybe Claire didn't need help with the worksheet at all. Maybe she had just used that as an excuse to talk to her?
Though she sat for several moments puzzling it out, Riley could think of no other plausible explanation. Could that mean... if she was deliberately making time to talk to her... that Claire liked her, too? The very idea sent a thrill through Riley, and more thoughts spiraled through her mind until finally, a single idea formed itself over and over in her head, and she could not resist acting on it.
Ask her to the Valentine's Dance.
"Claire?"
The other girl tore her gaze away from the paper on the table to look at her. Was that expectancy in her eyes? Riley's breath caught in her throat.
"I-- I--"
This was not like her. Riley was not one to hesitate or stammer. She cleared her throat and was about to speak again when a timid, but very clear, voice sounded from her right.
"Claire, will you go to the Valentine's Dance with me tonight?"
Riley's head turned so quickly she thought she might get whiplash. She stared in utter disbelief at Terry Pritchett and his daring question. She would have laughed, too, had her laughter not died in her throat when Claire's voice sounded in her ears.
"Terry! I've been hoping you would ask all week! I kept giving you openings, but no, you had to be difficult," tittered the girl. "Here's my number. Call me later, yeah?" Riley watched in dismay as Claire passed him a slip of notebook paper, neatly folded into a square. As if Claire really had been planning for Terry to ask her out all along.
"And thanks again, Ripley!" Claire flashed her a smile before returning to her seat across the classroom.
It was a very good thing Riley was not a balloon, for she was certain if she was she would have deflated and made an ugly raspberry noise. As it were, she could not be certain she did not make that noise anyways. Riley sat still as a statue for the rest of the class, staring down at the table. When the bell rang, she picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, exiting the classroom as quickly as she could.
Riley spent much of the rest of the day in a daze. Her last two classes dragged on, and during them, a single thought kept pushing its way to the forefront of her mind.
She called me Ripley...
After what seemed like an eternity, the final bell rang. She fetched her things from her locker, putting on her coat and boots before she trudged out the doors into the snow.
As Riley began the long trek home, she did not notice the white powder above her as it eddied and swirled in breathtaking patterns. She did not notice the snowflakes quickly melting as they settled on her face, or the sudden shift in the wind that brought warm breezes blowing through the air.
She did not notice as it began to rain.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 19:29:51 GMT -6
(this is obviously just for fun but have some sadness from Aries's youth)
Valentine’s was supposed to be a lot of fun, his mother had told him. It was the one day a year he got to spend his time at school eating candy, after all. And as the oldest of his siblings he was the first one to participate in the ritual that was giving out Valentine’s cards at school, so his mother couldn’t be more excited. After filling out all the little cards with his classmate’s names and after taping the little chocolate bars to each card, hell, Aries was pretty excited too.
He left for school on the fourteenth with a backpack full of Valentine’s and a face full of smiles. The class had spent all last week decorating Valentine’s boxes, and he was confident that he was going to get a box full of goodies. With a bit of a skip in his step he ran from the bus to the school, barreling through the doors as he reached his first grade classroom.
Settling down in his seat he readied his box like some of the other children were. They were all lined up at the front of the classroom, and when it was time to pass out Valentine’s the children would go up and place the cards and candy in each respective box. After being hyped up by his mom about how great Valentine’s was, Aries was practically wiggling in his seat as his little hands clutched the zipper bag that held all the cards he was going to pass out.
The teacher attempted to do a little bit of a lesson once the final bell rang, signifying that it was time for class to start, but all of the children were too riled up to pay attention. Sighing a little bit, he shook his head and let the students go amok, running to the front of the room to deliver their cards. Aries hopped out of his seat and rushed to the front with everyone else.
There was one card he didn’t want to put in a box, though. He hadn’t told his mom, but he had snuck an extra piece of candy into the card and was going to hand deliver it to the recipient. After all the other cards had been delivered, he reached for the last one at the bottom of the bag and approached a fair-haired girl at the other end of the classroom who was talking to someone, her back turned to him.
“Um, Hope?” he stuttered, starting to feel a little clammy and nervous. She turned around to look at him, blonde hair swishing like a silk curtain as she did so. Not saying anything, she waited for him to continue speaking.
“H-Happy Valentine’s,” he said, clearing his throat and still feeling like he was going to faint. “I got you this Valentine and there’s even an extra piece of candy in there…”
The girl looked at the card he was offering in his outstretched hand and made a face of disdain too mature for her youthful features, and turned her nose up to it. Aries’s heart sank, and he gently lowered his hands as he watched in disbelief as she simply turned away from him.
“Yeah right!” she squeaked in her high-pitched voice. “Like I’m gonna take a Valentine card from Fishy Boy!”
Fishy Boy? That was new. He looked confused and Hope saw that out of the corner of her eye, and she giggled a little bit like this was funny. Well, Aries certainly wasn’t having a fun time as hot tears stung the corners of his eyes.
“You know that no one likes you ever since you grew gills at the pool last summer, right?” she explained. “That is just weird and you’re a freak, Fishy Boy!”
That was definitely not what Aries was expecting at all. Hope had caused a bit of a commotion and most of the other students were watching now, most of them giggling at him like she was. The teacher came over and tried to get Hope to apologize, but the girl just flounced off as Aries retreated to his seat, tucking the zipper bag and Hope’s forgotten Valentine back into his backpack.
Aries understood that she was referring to his powers. Not a lot of kids had powers, of course, but it’s not like being someone with powers was bad! His mom and dad told him that all the time. He’d finally fully developed his powers at that pool, and his parents had been so happy. Maybe Hope’s mom and dad weren’t the same. Still, it hurt him a lot. Was having a power really that bad?
He spent the day being uncharacteristically quiet, even when his friends reassured him that Hope was just being mean and that he wasn’t a freak. They were just saying that to be nice, he thought. The rest of the day was sluggish as everyone was abuzz about the candy they received, and Aries simply wanted nothing to do with it.
He trudged to the bus with heavy feet and wet eyes as he curled into the seat alone, waiting to get home. But when he stepped off the bus and walked up his driveway, he wiped the tears away roughly and threw that last Valentine in the trash. As far as his parents were concerned, everything was okay. He had a great day at school and he got a lot of candy. His mother asked about the tear stains on his shirt; he lied. It was just a water fountain at school that sprayed all over him. They’d simply never know.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 17:06:02 GMT -6
Snow lightly fell to the ground. Ohio was not a safe place to stay during its winter months.
“Ugh, I hate this weather.” Two women were making their way across campus, hot breath trailing behind them.
“Well, it could be worse.” The other said with a laugh.
“Eve, you’re not nice.” The woman pouted with crossed arms, “Plus how can you stay so warm.” Eve looked over at her friend with a conflicted expression. Even though they had been friends for a majority of their college career there were still some things Eve couldn’t share.
“Growing up here got me use to this weather, I guess.” Eve shrugged. The quiet of the landscape surrounded them.
“Hey, Eve.” Eve’s friend nudged the hoodie cladded woman. Her blue eyes narrowed, her friend didn’t need to say anything.
“What is it Emily?” Eve looked up to where the source of her problem was located.
“It’s that guy that’s always following you.” Emily stifled a giggle as Eve now glared at her. “Sorry.” She mumbled out quickly. Eve then rolled her eyes and grabbed her friends arm.
“Come on.” They both started to move as quickly as they could in the ice and snow.
“No, wait!” Eve growled and halted. She turned, releasing her friend and crossed her arms.
“What?” She demanded, her blue eyes narrowed, the man in front of her was of course, Bjorn’s second hand man.
“Hey, I want nothing bad V.” Eve sighed and rubbed her temples. “He just wants to see if you’ll go out with him tonight?” Eve looked from him to Bjorn, who was just standing there as if this wasn’t happened. A squeal came from Emily making Eve jump.
“No.” Eve simply stated and started to walk away.
“Do you even know what today is?” Lackey yelled out, he threw his hands up.
“Yeah and I don’t care.” Eve yelled back at the two men, she turned her head casually and eyed Emily, “Coming Emily?”
“Ah, yeah.” Emily said after looked at Lackey and then Bjorn before running after her friend.
“Hm, I think your purple dress will work for you.” Emily held out the dress in front of her, inspecting it.
“Really?” Eve looked up from her notes, “I guess so. Tonight’ll be fun!” Both girls giggled, around town were Valentine’s Day parties but for these two Single Awareness Day worked for them. After getting ready and heading out the door, Eve was roughly grabbed and tugged away from her friend that was doing absolutely nothing to stop this.
“Thanks!” Eve looked at Bjorn’s lackey and then back to her friend, a sly smile was on Emily’s face, “Sorry.” He mumbled as she glared and yanked her arm out of his grip.
“I can walk for myself.” She lifted her head up and walked next to Lackey.
Making their way to the floor him and Bjorn where living on campus, Lackey stopped and Eve walked into him.
“What was that…!” She then stopped. Everything was falling into place as to what has happened that day. “Son of a bitch.” She huffed under breath, balling her hands into fists.
“Yeah, sorry.” Lackey laughed and open the door, “Your prince awaits you.” He bowed dramatically. She looked at him and then the darkened room. Just perfect, she thought as she walked in.
“I’m glad you decided to actually come in. I was expecting you to leave.” A chuckle came out from the dark.
“Yeah, well, I felt like I had no choice.” Eve pushed back her bangs that she was slowly growing out. “Now, if you’re testing our powers, I would say this is getting annoying.” Once more Bjorn chuckled in the dark.
“Ok, ok, princess you win.” With a swipe of a match, a dim light entered into the room. Even gasped as she saw the getup on the table, a dinner for two was there.
“I know we aren’t on good terms. Or never have been really.” Bjorn rubbed the back on his neck and then ruffled up his messy hair, “But I thought for one night we could, you know, be on ‘good terms’.” Eve eyed the emerald eyed mystery in front of her in suspicion. She then slowly nodded up and walked up to the table.
“Truce for tonight.” The man smiled and walked over to her, pulling the chair out for her. A period of time passed as they talked about college life and what’s been happening since truly ignoring each other. And the air started to change, both felt it feeling the hairs on the back of their neck tingle and the animal inside call out. Both started to lean over the table till both were face to face, feeling each other’s breath. And then almost in an instant Bjorn leaned in, his lips soft and warm against hers, it was nice and almost as if this was meant to happen.
Of course, somewhere else, Emily and Lackey, now better known as Danny where hanging out themselves, giving a successful high five of maybe seeing a very beautiful relationship starting.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 0:39:52 GMT -6
IDYLL This was not ideal. Nobody wants to spend Valentine’s Day on an eight-hour transatlantic flight. Just the journey to the plane itself had sent Ashelia to her knees in a cramped airline water-closet. Crowded lines, rushing people, arguments between strangers over over-priced coffee and I’m first class so why aren’t I boarding now but I’m sorry sir they’re doing inspections even if You’ll be hearing from my lawyer, and crying children and upset schedules. Ashelia hunched her shoulders over the small toilet and tried not to think of how the blue water smelled like the cologne of the aggravated man.
“Angel? They’re ready to start taxiing to the runway.”
“U-un moment.”
Her legs quivered beneath her as she stood and fumbled for the sink. Makeup already ruined, she splashed water on her face. It tasted of plastic and metal exhaust pipes when she cupped it to her lips, but she let it slip over her tongue anyway. The paper towels scrubbed against her skin and left it feeling raw as she opened the door. Leon stood waiting, his brows drawn, but she could feel the bubble he kept on his worry for her sake and offered a smile.
“Will you be alright?” he asked, draping his jacket around her shoulders.
“Oui, I’ll do my best,” she said. “I’ll just take some medicine and be okay.”
Sheltered under her fiancé’s arm, Ashelia made her way back to their seats. She was thankful, sinking down into the window seat, that they had the row to themselves. Leon kissed her forehead, and she rested her temple to his shoulder. The cabin around her constricted, air pressure squeezing all the people in towards her. Tucking her nose into the ruff of his jacket, she breathed in slowly and counted backwards from cent until the cabin stopped rocking. For a long while, she didn’t open her eyes. His cologne wrapped her in a pleasant film of comfort, top notes of citruses and bergamot overlaying tender herbs and amber musk. It smelled the way dreams ought to, she used to tell him.
When Ashelia finally did stir, it was to borrow Leon’s water and shuffle in her bag for her medicine. As she washed the anxiety suppressants down, Leon bent forward over his own backpack. Ashelia handed him back his water, and he replaced it with a plastic rose. She laughed. He was always surprising her this way, slipping her notes and treats when she wasn’t looking, or bringing home a flower or two when he stopped by for a visit—even and especially on ordinary days when he was under no obligation to do so. Around Leon, she thought, no day could ever be ordinary anyway.
“I’d have brought you a real one,” he said, “but it had a poorer chance of surviving.”
“I love it, Leon. It’s so thoughtful.”
Leaning over the armrest to kiss him, she smiled against his lips and tucked her nose in next to his. Turbulent winds sent her into his arms, leaving them both laughing.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ashelia,” Leon said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Leon,” she said, and kissed his fingers before pulling away.
From her bag, Ashelia plucked a puffed up cherry red envelope. The corners were worn, one of them bent, but Leon took the overstuffed parcel with a smile. Small paper hearts fluttered to his lap as he pulled out a handmade card. His smile widened as he read the scrawling handwriting inside, then rifled in the envelope for what remained. More hearts powdered the floor when the loose leaves of a coupon packet shed them into his hand.
“Love coupons?”
“We’ve never had much time together, and I wanted you to be able to take full advantage of the time we’re going to have, now,” Ashelia said with a blush faintly coloring her cheeks.
“And you call me thoughtful,” Leon murmured, leaning in to graze her lips with his. “No time with you is ever wasted, Angel. Thank you. I plan on cashing in the first of these as soon as we get to the apartment.”
Pleasant warmth bubbled around in her chest as they kissed and he offered her the left headphone of his iPod. He folded up the armrest between them, and she loosened her seatbelt. Dusky violins and bass guitars crooned in her ear as she nestled under his arm. Her fingers twined with his, smoothing over the roughness of his skin. Touch, sound, taste, smell, sight, Leon consumed her senses and made the world tolerable again. Drowsed by her medication and the nearness of his warmth, Ashelia closed her eyes.
She was never quite sure when she slept or she woke, but Leon’s touch at her shoulder some time later stirred her from the fog. His lips lifted at the sleepy look on her face, and he squeezed her shoulders.
“It’s not champagne,” he said, offering her a plastic cup of effervescent liquid, “but this might do your stomach better.”
On the tray in front of his seat, he had a bag of dried strawberries and a package of M&Ms. Taking the ginger ale, Ashelia covered her mouth and laughed. Leon laughed, too, and cocked his mouth into a lopsided smirk as he tore open the M&Ms. A few of the colorful candies tumbled into his palm, and one by one he fed them to her. She reached past him to set aside her drink and grab the strawberries, giggling as his fingers tickled her lips and he bounced a candied shell off her nose. Fruit dust and strawberry flakes stuck to her fingers when she plucked slices from the bag and offered them to her fiancé. A warm chuckle vibrated against her fingers, and she smiled. Her arms laced around his shoulders; his chest rested near enough to hers that she could feel his pulse as if it was her own. His lips tasted like sugar-dusted fruit.
Some few seats away, Ashelia heard a snort. “What an indecent and childish couple!” said a woman’s voice.
“Oh, hush, dear. They’re just doing what every couple should—enjoying each other’s company.”
Laughing into Leon’s kiss, Ashelia shut her eyes and let the warm, bubbly sensation tingling up from her toes fizz the world away.
Anyone looking at this situation sideways and upsidedown could have seen that it wasn’t ideal. But, if you looked at things head on, they didn’t look half so bad at all. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 11:06:24 GMT -6
((Please don’t pick this one. This one’s for funnzies. Unless this one’s better than my fluf, then by all means do pick this one.)) “Someday, you’ll be loved.” Escaped flushed lips and that night a heart torn in half.
Theodore silently grunted wrapping up a large cut on his arm from the fight he had just finished up, this was of course his beginning as a hero or more as a vigilante. After disinfecting and wrapping his arm, he stretched out before wrenching in pain, yep broken rip. He sighed and looked at his alarm clock on his desk, taking off his makeshift mask, he sighed once more. It was now 3 am Valentine’s Day.
“Ah, shit.” He hissed out, he needed sleep first. He quickly stood up and once more bent over in pain. He waddled his way to his bed and slowly got in before letting his whole body relaxed. But it screamed in pain until some pain medication he took finally kicked him letting him gain some sleep.
This was weird dream. His date looked at him sad underneath the lights of New York. She mouthed something to him, as if denying something. But then it sounded like something was going off?
Only a handful of hours of sleep before an alarm went off. Theo jerked awake forgetting that he was still sustaining wounds; he fell back into the covers letting the pain subside before getting out. He stayed still, hoping his father wouldn’t burst through the doors, but nothing happened, the home was silent. At least there was one thing to look forward to.
Making his way to the school, his breath made visible thanks to the cold. This was ridiculous, he missed the school bus and now here he was making his way as quickly as he could to meet up with Lorne, the current love of his life. A soft smile curled around Theo’s face and his eyes bemused up to the cool blue sky.
Finally at the school, the bell rang while Theodore himself was double over at this locker hoping to make it before the second bell took toll.
“Hey, there you are cowboy.” A lovely voice rung out. Theo swung his locker door shut and smiled at the smaller figure. His hand came up and he winced she he cupped Lorne’s face. “What was the expression for? Did you go out fighting again?” She asked in a hush voice, her green eyes narrowed. Theo raised his brows before laughing and starting to walk for class. “Hey! Don’t ignore me!” She followed behind, both storming into Geometry. Both took their respect seats just as the bell rung, Theo smiled over at Lorne who just scowled at him and he returned with a quick wink. A little over a year all of this has been happened, the love not so much the crime fighting, but just the chemistry they had.
Half of the day had gone by and lunch has finally come, both Theodore and Lorne had found a private place to talk.
“Take off your shirt.” Theodore was busy taking a drink of water but then spat it out. He coughed and laughed at the same time as his girlfriend had her arm crossed. “Come on,” She rolled her eyes, “I’m being serious here.” Theodore sat down on the cold floor setting his drink down with a wincing face. He took off his large, green jacket, exposing a black shirt he randomly took out of his drawers earlier that day. He looked around, seeing that other people were too preoccupied to head down here. After seeing it was all safe, he took of the shirt, revealing a bruised rib and his bandaged right arm.
“Why do you do this to yourself?” She knelt down next to him, her hands coming out to touch his wounds but was cut off by him coming in close for a kiss. After a moment of silence they separated and looked at each other, a love drunk smile crossed his face and Lorne looking at him with loving concern.
“Too prove we aren’t weak and to protect you.” Theo looked down happily as Lorne huffed unhappily, looking another way. “If I don’t, then I might just end up like my father.” She looked back up at her beau who had a hard stare, anger stirred behind his hazel eyes. He then sighed, gripping tightly onto his shirt before jolting at Lorne’s touch to his ribs. “Don’t let that concern you; it’s just a price I have to pay.”
“You aren’t Superman.” Lorne muttered, her brows knitted together. “You don’t have to do this. Just be human.” She looked up at him, her green eyes became hard. Theo’s hand wrapped up around her wrist; a small yet sorrowful smile came across his face.
“Of course, love. I’m taking a break tonight.” He released his grip and she kept her distance from Theo as he put his shirt and jacket back on. “We’re going to a restaurant tonight.” Theo smiled bigger at Lorne who laughed.
“Are we even that fancy?” Theo shook his head before happily sighing.
“No, we’re not, but for one night I believe we can be.” Theodore once more took up his water bottle and took a sip.
“Do you even have a suit?” Lorne looked up at him in disbelief. He stopped for a moment in thought before taking another sip and setting down the bottle.
“Of course I do. I’m the only son of Temple Co. And you think my father is going to let me get away from not going to events or other activities not dressed in a suit. If I’m going to inherent the company I’ve got to look the part.” Theodore ranted, his hand tightly gripped around the bottle as Lorne brought her knees up to her chest and wrapping her hands around them.
Lorne opened her mouth for a moment and looked down; her dark bangs covered her face. She then looked up, whipping her head to one side, a smile across her face. “Sounds like a date!” She happily proclaimed before standing up. The lunch bell rang, signaling the end of peace for students to go back and be tortured by lessons and teachers.
That night, Theodore’s mother dropped off him and Lorne. Happy whispers between the three were exchanged and blushing young faces in excitement for time alone. They walked into the restaurant and got their reservation.
“Wow, I can’t believe you got us in here. I mean, it may not be the most luxurious place. But still.” Theodore looked over at Lorne and smiled.
“I am happy, as long as you are happy.” Lorne looked up at Theodore and beamed back at him as they both took their seat. “And speaking of that; here.” The bouquet that was largely ignored by the young girl was brought up, 12 roses, cliché as it was, and he knew it would make her happy.
“Oh my god. I love it.” Lorne gently took the bouquet and smelt them before setting them off to the side. Theodore gently chuckled and watched his love from across the table.
It almost felt like eternity for both love birds, everything that day was going perfect. Yet it cannot always stay that way. A large crash sounded from the front of the restaurant and yells sounding. The young couple looked up at the front; everyone was in shock as laughter rang out. “Ok, someone in here has to be “White Knight”. I saw someone like you walk in here boy, show yourself.” Theodore’s eyes flickered down at the steak knife the restaurant provided but the bad guy, or woman in this case, saw that movement, she raised a brow and swiftly walked his way. She brought a hand up and smacked him.
Theodore went flying and Lorne and a few others either gasped or screamed. How could a woman hit a young boy? He laid there for a moment as the woman went to Lorne picked the girl up by her hair. The woman brought Lorne’s ear near her mouth and whispered, “You’ll find out why they call me Ice Priestess.” Lorne gulped as she winced in pain.
But then the woman yelled out in pain, a steak knife hung out of her arm that was starting to gather up power for an ice attack. “You brat!” She growled out, “First, challenging my partner and myself. And now this.” Ice Priestess hissed out, her eyes narrowing. At first it seemed like she would have released Lorne, but then she tightly gripped the young girls’ arm, her ice power taking effect on the area. Lorne let out a piercing scream; everyone around the fight either got really still or was getting up to get into the fight. “If anyone takes one more movement! I’m freezing the girl. permanently.” Her cold, blue eyes looked around before settling on Theodore. “This is the boys fight.” Theodore shook where he stood, a quick remembrance of his ‘sacrifice’ talk came back to him, this was it, and this would be something to determine their relationship. He had nothing really, no weapon or some source of protection. His mouth went dry.
“Well, just unhand the young girl, or else you’re going to see more steak knives in your future!” He yelled out, pointing towards the well-endowed villainess. But just as that statement came out in a finished sentence, a man jumped up on the villainess and in all that mess Lorne was let go the ice melting now that touch was gone and the woman shrieked and the man grunted, saying who he was or his own super-persona to Theodore’s knowledge; he couldn’t remember who the man was.
Theodore ran to Lorne’s side and got her out of the way. Her green eyes where glazed over at what had just occurred. After the woman was apprehended, police finally came and took her away; the main hero was praised by those around him. People who needed medical help went out. Theodore stayed by Lorne’s side as she was checked on and once that was finished, they both stayed in silence. Theodore started to shuffle uncomfortable in this silence.
“I’m sorry.” Lorne didn’t say anything, her eyes still spaced out. “I’m so sorry.” He strained out; she slowly blinked once and then again. Theodore felt his heart start beating like crazy, what was she going to do and to say? If she had anything, he prayed she would say something. And finally she mumbled something, her face trying to return to the present time. Theo narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Can you say that again?” This time Lorne mumbled a little louder but Theo only shook his head. Her green eyes flickered up, anger now in her eyes, her brows down. This time she finally raised her voice.
“Ugh, what are you? Like 14?” Lorne threw her arms up as Theodore’s eyes seemed to glaze over in panic and sadness. Sirens ringing around them, police and paramedics doing with they needed to do.
“No.” He stuttered out, “I’m fifteen now. We celebrated my birthday last month.” He whispered looking down to the ground ignoring what was going on around him.
“Theo. Theo. Theodore.” His hazel eyes now looked back up at Lorne. She seemed like a stranger now, her eyes full of wretchedness now. “Someday, you’ll be loved. But it won’t be me because I cannot live a life like this.” She threw her hands out in defeat. Her head then shook and she slowly started walking backwards and turned around, the lights reflecting off of her. Theodore was about to protest to letting him walk her home, but nothing came out of gapping mouth, his injured arm sticking out, with his hand out expecting it to touch her soft skin for her to come back to him. But nothing happened only time passed by as lovers walked past him, seeing what had happened. Theodore’s arm limped down along with head looking down.
Muttered curses came out of his mouth in the darkness of his room; new, deep wounds not from the outside but from the inside that needed to be treated but will possibly never happen.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 12:46:19 GMT -6
SILENCE She was alone, his age, her old, dirty coat had a raggedy blue patch on its elbow and it was 9:04 am.
The colorful beads tied at the end of her thick, tightly braided hair clacked together with every step, providing the only sound in the cold, dirty alleyways. The girl’s muscles were clenched, most likely only partly because of the frigid February air. She wasn't as wary as she was while they were in the more populated areas, walking much more deliberately, much less guarded.
She stopped, abruptly. "You're not very silent."
Orrin didn't say anything, she didn't move. "And it's not like you can turn me in or anything, you're skipping too!" With that she folded her fisted hands into her elbows and continued walking, tucking her head into her old worn down coat.
He stood behind the dumpster for a few seconds longer.
Though it hadn't snowed, the ladder up to the fire escape had frosted over and she had no gloves. How the scrawny thing was climbing it, Orrin wasn't sure. He had yet to figure out how she even got up to the first rung as it sat a good five feet above her head. But there she was, scaling the rusty thing with a practiced confidence.
As she reached the first floor of the fire-escape, the girl turned to look over her shoulder and grunted something. Despite her loud timbre, Orrin couldn’t hear her from so far away. Yet he had a feeling she had directed it to his hiding self. He scowled but watched, waited for her to crawl into a broken window, a few dozen stories into the air.
They were the only things in the room. She was curled up in an old, moth-eaten camp chair, sitting directly in front of the broken window. As he slid through the window, deep eyes glared at him. The girl’s chin rested behind knees, hugged by the dirty old jacket so Orrin couldn't really see much of her face besides her puffy eyes and wind-stained nose. But he could still see the glare, the scowl. "I should have guessed you were home-schooled" She muttered darkly as he crawled in.
Crumbled dry wall powdered the floor and Orrin sat by the corner closest to the window, the escape. His cloak hid his body so he looked like a bizarre chess piece, staring quizzically up at the girl. She didn't look at him, continuing to stare out the window. Both of them tried not to shiver as a cold wind flew through the window and around the room.
"I could still hear you” She said before turning her head, just a little, to look at him. "I don't like school and I hate Valentine’s Day. Did you know, the guy, the real Valentine was executed? Everyone obsess over their stupid little crushes because some dead guy was executed! Oh and I didn't lead you here. You followed me. And this is my spot! I found this place! And why I'm here is my business! Kinda like your mask, right? How would you like it if I-" her voice died off before she looked away from the boy, at the other wall. It was cracked. “sorry.”
The room was quiet after that. Neither knew for how long.
"They call me a liar. They think I do it on purpose and." The girl's voice was quiet now. She sniffed, "And they're scared of me. Even when they t-try to be nice, they, they’re all scared off me."
It was quiet again.
"Hey,” Her voice filled the quiet room again, “c-could you shut up for once?"
Orrin shifted around to stand up.
"No I didn't say leave, just shut up! I-It’s rude to be so loud when you're a guest!"
He sat back down and silence filled the room.
“Thank you.”
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Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on Feb 23, 2014 9:58:47 GMT -6
"Ya need people's most memorable Valentine's memories? Mate, that's the most bullshit school project I ever heard of," Zeph chuckled into his phone, causing his friend on the other end of the line to defensively try proving the sincerity of his plight, "Yeh, yeh, calm down, I'm not doubtin' ya; I can see the specs on 'er webpage. Why're extra credit projects always so fuckin' random?"
After a bit of a back and forth about how neither one wanted to deal with teachers, homework, or the school system in general, the two finally got back on topic. "Y'sure you want a story from me? Might take some time if ya want all the detailed bits-- Oh would ya calm yer tits for Christ's sake! I read the bloody assignment guidelines; there'll be no tales of illegal adventures or gushy love stories for you… Actually now that I think about it, that makes things tricky. Yeh, hold on, I gotta think for a sec." Zeph was not one for romance, so to him Valentine's Day meant an excuse to splurge on sweets and do something fun, albeit usually illegal. Today was that very date, so naturally he was spending his time walking around the streets and poking into people's phones to see if he could find anyone worth pestering.
"Alright, I got somethin' from way back. Not too exciting, but it should fit well enough. When I was--hell I don't even know--five or six, probably, my dad always took my mum someplace nice an' left us kids with my grandmum for the day. She was a real firecracker: her superpower let 'er generate electricity, and, let me tell you, she hadn't lost one bit o' her spark. A few months after the day I'm thinkin' of, she died in her sleep with a martini in 'er hand-- What? Oi, don't be sorry, that's just the kind o' person she was. Hell, if that's how I go I wouldn't even mind." Zeph's steady stride broke for a moment and revised itself as he felt out an entertaining selection of texts from a pair of iPhones belonging to a happy-looking couple. It was funny how many secrets people hid from their romantic partner.
"Anyway, she'd been on 'er own since a few years prior, 'an took to spoilin' me n' Eurus like little princes in 'er free time. We got a box--I mean a BOX; like, the both of us together could've fit in that box with some space to spare--packed with candies, chocolates, plushes, and I don't even remember what else. Short of gettin' a supercomputer, my kid-self couldn't've been more excited."
" 'Course we weren't gonna' go eatin' all that on our own an' naturally we had t' do somethin' fun since it was a holiday. It's like a requirement when you're a kid--" in Zephyr's case, one might argue that this inclination to enjoy himself more than usual on holidays never left him. Regardless of what people were celebrating, he couldn't just not prank as many people as superhumanly possible on those days, "--So after makin' a grand mess of things so we could flip the box an' turn it into a fort, we decided it'd be plenty big enough to keep one o' them fairy penguins in. Y'know, the blueish ones: maybe a foot tall each. Yeh, so somehow we got in in our heads that the best way to catch one of 'em would be with a fishin' pole an' some candy."
"Heh, yeh, I reckon our grandmum must'a got a good laugh out of it, too, but she went and fetched some poles and smaller bags for th' bait, then drove us all over to one of the colonies anyway. Us two kids hid in a bush, thinkin' we'd catch our target unaware that way. I mean, we didn't even have hooks on the poles; we just thought they'd clamp their beaks down on a piece of candy like in cartoons or somethin'. Our grandmum just set up a folding chair behind us an' took pictures. 'Course, we didn't catch anything, but it was fun anyway. The chocolate we brought melted in the heat so we smudged it on our faces and pretended we were special forces on a secret mission to monitor enemy penguin activity."
"When we finally got dropped off back home, we were covered in dirt and chocolate, and too hyped up on sugar to be reasoned with. Ha! Our parents must've been livid, but I don't remember gettin' yelled at. Our grandmum likely took all the blame, knowin' her. Anyway, there's not much more t' tell, other than that we had more sweets than we knew what t' do with for months after. It was fuckin' fantastic."
And with that, Zephyr ended his tale. "What? Were ya' expectin' some grand moral to come outa' all that? Heh, nah, it's just a story, mate. Nothin' special to it. So, got all ya' need? Alright, yeh, talk to ya' later, mate. Good luck with things." He ended the call and slipped his hands into his hoodie pockets. It had been a long while since Zephyr had spent a Valentine's day with his whole family like that. A long, long while. It wasn't his style to reminisce for long, though; there was too much happening in the present. The guy he had been trailing finally pulled out a little jewelry box. Before he had a chance to give his girlfriend the cheap bracelet he bought on Ebay the other day, a nearby screen that had been advertising chocolates flickered and went dark. A small crowd, including the couple in question, glanced at it, but then stared with curiosity as their attention was snatched by the bright text scrolling across its center: "Jessica, will you marry me, you cheating bitch? <3"
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Post by PIDGE on Feb 26, 2014 17:46:52 GMT -6
[attr="class","acctitle"]CLOSED! [attr="class","accbody"]the valentine's day contest is closed! just a note to say that over the next while we'll be reading through and judging entries. the results will only be posted once us staff get a proper chance to discuss these pieces amongst ourselves. stay tuned! |
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