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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2017 15:05:17 GMT
| in the making swatting lies
Right before your eyes; Watch us multiply; Come to claim our rights - it's time!
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A sea of faces. Strangers trudging by through life. What for? Life is fleeting. The picture the young man painted made him breathe a small laugh to himself. Here he stood out in front of the school gates leading out into the world watching students, teachers, strangers and acquaintances scurry about on their own isolated days like a hive of bees or a nest of ants. We humans believe we are much more advanced than these base creatures, yet our actions would otherwise speak differently. Did bees or ants have classes or schools? And yet they knew exactly what their purpose was, their goal day to day was drilled into their very being. Maybe they were more advanced than us. Sherman pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. It had been several years since he had begun attending this school for special children such as himself. Several years had it been since his life and crashed around his ears due to his own pride and conceitedness. Had he changed? He didn't really feel like a different person. He still wore smiles around others, talked and laughed as he had before the incident. Nothing had changed since the incident, and yet everything was so different. In several years, even he couldn't have predicted just how extreme how different his life would be.
If he were to relate his life to a story, there was a clear beginning. There was a setting, players that helped develop him into the person he was to be, there hadn't been a struggle until recently... But since then he hadn't felt like there had been any roadblocks in his way or adversaries to oppose him. He couldn't help but think his life a rather dull thing to write about. Weren't there supposed to be incidents to help keep things interesting?
"A boring life simply means all is well, I suppose."
And that was about when he heard his name called over the intercom. Sherman Harper please report to the administration offices. Sherman Harper to the front office. Thank you. The drone of the woman's voice carried a tone that suggested that she had no idea why she was calling his name, simply that whatever the cause, it was urgent. The young man frowned. What was he being called in for? He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? At least, there was nothing he could think of. Was he now walking the path of the delinquent? Oh, how exciting! Finally, a real change in his style of life! Maybe he'd join a gang, get caught up in some drug scandal and fight in a turf war! The possibilities were endless!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 6:32:13 GMT
Dressed up, got my heart messed up
You got yours and I got mine Evelyn was headed for trouble. She actually woke up looking for trouble because this was all her fault. Evelyn knew the rules about the dress code, it was basically pointed out to her on a weekly basis by faculty members and students alike. However, she always had the instinct to fix the hem of her skirt so she could show off more leg. She wasn't doing it for anyone else, she just liked the look of her own legs. Call her conceited, but a girl is allowed to love her own body. The staff didn't care how often she tried to convince them that they were just trying to crush her individuality by enforcing the dress code.
So it was no wonder Evelyn hurried along the halls, trying to get lost in a crowd of students as the math teacher chased her down. She couldn't go to detention. Not again.
"Miss Hart, stop right there!"
She'd be a fool to actually listen, she was almost to the exit when she had to stop dead in her tracks. There stood another professor with his arms crossed over his chest as his bulky body blocked her intended path. With a long, deep sigh, Evelyn turned back around to offer the math professor a sweet smile.
That's how she ended up in the administration office. See, once the administration realized these kids would use their abilities to get away with almost anything, they started to deploy teachers equipped to handle the situation. Of course the two teachers today weren't affected at all by her. Now she was forced to sit in a lumpy couch with a pout on her face. There was only one way to solve the situation before she ended up locked up in detention again. Her eyes glanced at the secretary typing away at her desk and Evelyn started to dig through her bag.
She knew, for sure, that she had small sewing scissors somewhere in there. She could definitely cut the thread holding up the hem of her skirt before they called her inside. As she pulled them out of her purse, the sound of a door opening made her freeze. Now they were going to think she was violent and about to go on a rampage, weren't they? She was already trying to think of how to explain the 'weapon' in her hand when she realized it wasn't the principal. But she sure wished it was when she saw Sherman Harper walk in.
For this, we'll have to go back a few years; Evelyn was around fourteen years old. Panda-man was in its prime and although her sisters were way too old to be so obsessed with a comic-book, it was all Evelyn heard them talk about 24/7. Frankly, she couldn't see what the big deal was. A man dressed up as a panda was creepy. It didn't matter that she did find pandas to be cute... and okay, yeah, the story line was enjoyable... wait, was she a fan? It was hard not to like pandas!
For their Christmas that year, her sisters begged and begged to meet the man behind the comic book. And so, it was decided the family would drop everything to make their wish come true. Money can buy you anything, kids. Even the identity that should have been protected under law by Panda Man's publisher. Some people really have no shame.
Vermont was... different? Somehow colder than New York to Evelyn. She couldn't hear the sirens of police cars off in the distance and for once in her life, she could inhale fresh air. There was no time to enjoy nature, though, they were on a mission. When they reached their destination, they all stood in silence outside the small home. Despite Evelyn's step-mother's back handed compliments about how quaint the place was, the Harpers welcomed them into their home. Evelyn once more experienced a first when she witnessed what a real family should be like. There were no petty squabbles about material things between them, it was the complete opposite from her family. She actually expected her family to be done with the boy after that one visit, but they took a liking to him. Her step mother treated the boy like her own charity case, almost like a pet. It was embarrassing how long she actually dragged this out.
Back in the present, Evelyn tried to sink into the cushion of the couch. For someone who loved being the center of attention, she wished she was invisible. Was it possible to wish for a new ability? She brought her hands to the hem of her skirt and tried to make herself busy by pulling on it, she had to at least pretend she hadn't seen him. It had been two years of intentionally avoiding each other and there was no way she was going to speak up first. Her stubbornness would one day be the end of her. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 6:32:34 GMT
| in the making swatting lies
Right before your eyes; Watch us multiply; Come to claim our rights - it's time!
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With every step he drew closer to the office and had time to think about why he was being called in the first place. He was an excellent student, his grades were perfect, unsurprising since the entire system was flawed and weighted to tests and quizzes. Such things held no challenge for Sherman who was able to remember anything anyway. He didn't talk back to teachers-- unless you counted whispering their lectures along with them, but normally he wasn't loud enough to be heard... Only if he wanted to be a smart-ass. The only thing he could think of was his time spent with Valorie yesterday. He may or may not have skipped class and painted a practice room while ice skating using a bubble wand. The thought made him smirk as he put a hand on the door's handle. It had been a fun time that he wouldn't have missed for anything. Still, of course there were going to be consequences for his action. Perhaps if he explained his curriculum wasn't challenging enough he could be cut some slack. The principal seemed like the sort of woman who wanted to do right by her students and perhaps the school wasn't readily equipped to handle a student with hypercognition.
The first thing he noticed in the office was that it was quite empty. A row of seats lined the wall and an empty desk told him the assistant was busy elsewhere.
"Oh, Ms. Hart." The words flowed from his lips respectfully. He had always been one for manners. "What a pleasant surprise running into you here." He took the seat next to her. "Did you know your skirt is three quarters of an inch too short?" Of course she knew, the stitching was off telling him it was hand sewn-- not to mention this wasn't the first time she'd been called to the office for having a uniform that didn't comply with school rules. Seemed like every week there was something. Her body was slouched and her face held an irritation he was all too familiar with. Even back from the days of Drizella and Anastasia she'd held a rebellious streak, being one to never be caught just rolling over and playing dead. Lady Tremaine, as he called her step-mother in private, had turned him into something of a play thing for her daughters but he hadn't entirely minded. After all, it was fun to mess with them without them realizing. Moving things they set down, creating shadows that danced along the walls at night, and the occasional playing of a violin that sounded like it was coming from the roof; a rather simple thing with the right acoustics. They had sent a poor manservant to check and bring down the crazy man playing all the way up there. It had seemed the only one that had caught onto him had been young Evelyn Hart, the outcast daughter of Victor and Caroline. Or perhaps the others were so desperate to have Sherman that they abandoned all reason. The former seemed more likely, though.
Cinderella. He'd called her such on more than one occasion. It was such an aptly fit name, especially for her. For the past several years, however, he hadn't really called her anything. Perhaps it was because she didn't seem like she'd wanted the attention? Still, what he'd said to her was the first thing he'd spoken to her in ages... and it was about her skirt. He certainly knew how to pick his topics.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 1:32:31 GMT
Dressed up, got my heart messed up
You got yours and I got mine Evelyn would have been more than happy to continue the way they were going. She was trying to make a new life for herself and Sherman was nothing more than a reminder of her past. Every time she saw the back of his head on the way to class, a little bit of her childhood would flash before her eyes. She didn't have the same luxury he had around her family, she was never given the benefit of the doubt by Caroline. If Sherman played a prank of Caroline or her daughters it just went over their heads, he could do no wrong. Evelyn, on the other hand, was reprimanded for any little thing that went wrong around the house.
"Herman," she finally spoke up after a few moments of fidgeting with her skirt. She damn well knew his name wasn't Herman. This was her own petty way of getting back at him for whatever he had done. She wasn't even sure at this point what exactly she was mad at him for. At one point, Sherman and Evelyn had been friends. Sure, she still thought his pranks were dumb and her family loved him for no apparent reason. He was a nice kid every once in a while. But that nice kid had also ignored her for so long now, it was unacceptable. Nobody ignores Evelyn Hart.
"I'm aware that my skirt is too short. Do you think I just like coming in here and wasting my afternoon away?" Well... it sure did seem that way. She could always follow the rules and then she could spend her time elsewhere, but that made too much sense. Evelyn was a rebel at heart. Or so she'd tell herself. She crossed her arms, looking up at him. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 9:33:10 GMT
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Herman? Who was this Herman she was speaking of? Sherman took in a breath and let it out in a small sigh. He wasn't going to get annoyed by her calling him something she clearly knew wasn't his name. It was petty and he was above it. Herman... what sort of a vulgar remembrance this was that he should be given by someone who knew him so well. Weren't they acquaintances back from the days of him visiting her house in New York? Didn't she enjoy their interactions? But no, he wasn't agitated at all.
"I don't know this Herman you're talking about, Cindy. Perhaps you could describe him in detail for me so I might remember." His voice carried a small edge to it, but he defiantly wasn't irritated or anything! "Oh, that's right, I don't know any Hermans. But I do know that you'd rip a tear in your skirt just for a day of no responsibility-- is that really a question you'd wish to ask someone who knows you so well?" The young man would have grumbled more but he stopped himself. No, it wasn't worth the energy to speak of the fifty or so more arguments he just thought up... he'd have to write an essay about it later and send it in typed form. Let her eyes open to his logic as she was forced to read every word of it! Yes, that would be quite sufficient.
The young man turned his head to the side, his eyes gaining a far off look. "I am not the boy you once knew." He whispered into the air, quite as dramatic as he was hoping for. "I have changed, I am now what you would call a... bad boy." He let out an exaggerated yelp of sorrow. "Oh, the tragedy of time, a cruel mistriss indeed that changes her tenants so drastically! It should be no surprise you mistook me for this-- Herman. Yes, the name of one that has fallen from grace. Let my ruffian name ring clear in the face of rules and regulation! I am now Herman, the baddest boy! The delinquent child! The--" He was losing his effect and bowed his head into a palm. "No, I cannot succumb!" His head shot up and he bent on a knee, hands stretching out to Evelyn. "Please! You must help me to fight my inner demon! It is imperative for the sake of New Tokyork!"
Perfect. There was no way even she could withstand such a heartfelt speech, such passion, such gusto!
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