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Post by Fenryll Anderson on Apr 3, 2017 2:05:54 GMT
The end of the school day was finally nigh. Classes themselves weren't necessarily a nuisance to to a particular fourth-year. In fact, he was probably one of the few, rare students who actually legitimately liked and enjoyed the education that he was lucky to receive, unlike some other, countless fools that took it for granted around the campus while seemingly having the nerve to skip here and there to do some other idiotic thing on the sidelines. Indeed, the classes themselves weren't what he despised, though rather, it was the people that he knowingly hated that he was forced to sit around during those classes that dulled the enjoyment for him. Listening to them talk- and during an obvious lecture when the teacher was trying to actually give them new knowledge to use, nonetheless. Hearing their conversations; their sheer stupidity as they discussed things matters most trivial, and, God himself forbid, asked about things that the teacher had went over literally no more than a minute prior because they felt that the sticks shoved far up their ass somehow jammed into their brains and made them think that they were entitled to dick around and do whatever the Hell they wanted to when they were clearly being given instructions and new material. And then they had the nerve to ask the teacher to repeat themselves, even though the teacher and the other students around them knew that they were just sitting pretty on their damn ass like no one's business. Seriously. What the actual Hell, man? Why can't you just listen to the damn lecture and educate yourself before being a full-blown idiot? ...A sigh filled the air near the elevators. ...Because of that exact thing. They're all just idiots. It's all they've ever known.With that thought, Fenryll Cailean Anderson watched as the doors opened to reveal the small room within, closing his eyes as he gradually walked in. By then, he had rid himself of his uniform coat since school protocol no longer applied after hours, and had long since stuffed it into his bag. He opened his eyes and glanced over at it as it slung over one of his shoulders and against the corresponding shoulderblade, pressing a button for one of the higher floors before slowly leaning against the backmost wall of the elevator. He lifted both of his hands as his eyes veiled over once again, rubbing the bridge of his nose and murmuring inaudibly into them. You're almost at the creative writing room... Just keep it together for two more minutes...
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Post by Catrice Strickland on Apr 8, 2017 16:50:21 GMT
Classes were a pain, and yet Cat was proud enough that she wasn't going to sabotage herself by skipping or not applying herself. She was more than smart enough to realize that even knowledge she didn't particularly care about could be useful. Knowledge was a tool to power in her book and she liked power. That meant she had to work at acquiring it whether she enjoyed it or not. It made her especially pissy when the goddamned idiots wasted class time causing inane side tangents or completely derailing things. If they wanted to waste their time, they could. But wasting her time? Despicable. She knew people took one look at her and her dyed hair and often revealing choice of clothes and saw her as a delinquent. They wouldn't necessarily be wrong, but she was going to be an educated delinquent if it meant she had to kill a few fools to make classes more bearable.
It was with these rather bloody thoughts in mind that the green haired girl stalked through the halls after school, a slightly murderous glint in her eyes as she unbuttoned the uniform shirt she wore until it was little more than a jacket over her black and lime green sports bra. It was the sort made to be worn without a shirt for exercise but flaunting herself like this was still more than a bit provocative.
She pressed the elevator button, baring her teeth in a poisonous smile at the boy who had initially stood next to her before deciding the stairs might be a safer option for him. Before too long the elevator reached Cat on the second floor and she stepped in to the small, over lit box of a room, barely sparing a thought or a glance on the boy already occupying it. She acknowledged his presence but did little more than that.
The elevator doors closed and they began to rise smoothly to the next floor. Then there was a strange clicking sound from above and the noise of metal grinding on metal. The elevator shuddered to a halt between floors, effectively trapping the two students.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Catrice snarled under her breath, scowling at the ceiling of the elevator where the sounds of a malfunction had emanated from. LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Fenryll Anderson on Apr 9, 2017 22:54:49 GMT
His eyes had found themselves drifting upwards and within the very same direction that he had been traveling as he stood inside of the vicinity of the elevator shaft, absentmindedly and lazily scanning the ceiling and tracing imaginary symbols and images that had immediately flashed themselves throughout his intellect without much of a reason or thought that was very much apparent to him at that point in time. This continued on for several moments as if his heart and soul had been motivated to keep him occupied without entirely letting him know about it right away, though when he did notice what he was doing, he blinked before closing his eyes. Both of his hands slid into his pockets as veiled voids of emerald rolled backwards within tiredness and thought from beneath their eyelids, and he grit his teeth while groaning softly to himself in self annoyance. Mindlessly scanning the room without much a reason and looking stupid while doing it was something that those around him often did. Watching those people daydream without a damn to give was something that he absolutely hated, to say the very least, too. ...So it was safe to say that he felt an internal sense of scorn and temporary disgust within himself as he realized that - even if just for a moment - he had held some type of resemblance to those same people that he often found himself refraining from stabbing with a quickly-composed blade thanks to his powers. It would cause a degree of unmistakable trouble if he sent another person to the hospital in his life, after all. Thoughts of self-condemnation crossed his intellect for a short while, though were swiftly averted from his mind as he felt the small, wire-bound room around him cease movement. As the doors before him gave a faint tinker as they opened, he kept his head tilted upwards, though opened his eyes ever so slightly nonetheless. A brief glance towards the newcomer's way would have been spared before he merely closed his eyes within a decision to ignore her past that, crossing his arms and leaning further against the furthermost portion of the shaft itself all the while. It hadn't taken too long afterwards for his eyes to open yet again, however. The sound of the gears above and beyond them immediately caught his attention and gave him enough of a sense of curiosity to give a seemingly uninterested yet subtly concerned and quickly knowing glare upwards. He blinked once before taking a deep, faintly aggravated breath, walking forward a couple of paces and towards the buttons by the side. Viridian orbs would have scanned over them for a few seconds before he reached forward and gave a couple of those very same buttons a few rapid clicks and pushes just to make sure of whether or not it would respond. Upon finding the situation clearly and solidly confirmed as there was no reply whatsoever, he grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes, impatiently tapping his fingers against the wall. "...I knew I should've taken the fucking stairs..." he muttered to himself. He glanced down at his pocket and towards the direction in which his phone - his dead phone, specifically - had been secured. His music player had died earlier on in the day as a result of a lack of charging; the same with his phone since he had decided to use it as a temporary backup, only to have it suffer the same fate partway during his last class. He regretted it immensely by then.
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Post by Catrice Strickland on Apr 12, 2017 18:10:08 GMT
For lack of anything better to do, Cat rounded on the elevator's other occupant as he made his inane little comment about the stairs. Why did every idiot have to press the buttons on a clearly broken elevator? Cat couldn't hide the unimpressed roll of her eyes. "I'm blaming this on you," she told him dryly. "My luck isn't this shit so it's gotta be yours." She wasn't being serious; there was a devilish glint of humor in her eyes along with that spark of irritation; but she wasn't going to handhold a stranger. If she was temporarily stuck with this guy she was gonna take her perks where she could. He didn't look especially bright, seeing how vacant-eyed he had been only moments before so Cat's hopes weren't high for an entertaining wait.
It shouldn't be a long one, however. She kept her phone well charged and even had a portable charger for times when she wasn't seated near a convenient outlet in class. People could think what they wanted about her keeping her phone perpetually charged above 50% but then, she was the one who would be prepared in situations like these. She pulled her phone out of the pocket she had sewn into her uniform skirt only to find that there was no reception whatsoever.
Cat took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Do me a favor, sweetcheeks and stay on that side of the elevator," she said imperiously as she leaned in the far corner away from him. "I think your godawful luck is catching and I want no part of it," she added as she turned off her phone to reboot it. From the looks of it they were stuck between floors. If she couldn't get reception in this damn tin can, maybe she could get mister man over there to pry open the doors enough for her to wriggle out. She would do it herself but she'd rather not risk breaking a nail if there were other options. LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Fenryll Anderson on Apr 20, 2017 3:29:41 GMT
It had been for nothing more than safety measures; that much was a fact. Truth be told, he himself did believe that pressing the buttons was more than an undeniably useless solution and attempt to remedy what was more or less a lost cause at that particular point in time. Be it due to the prior dysfunction of the shaft, or perhaps its simple, unresponsive nature at the time, the very buttons that he had pressed glowed faintly within its soft, illuminate golden hue in response to being triggered, though the room itself remained continuously dormant in betrayal of their seeming activation. Shifting his hands and faintly clenching them into fists, the boy grit his teeth within a clear an bold sense of frustration and impatience alike, reluctantly reeling them back towards his form and slipping either one within their respective pockets. During the same, relative time, he took a swift and immediate note of what his unappreciative companion had taken care to preach in regards to her take on the matter at hand; something that would have been able to be safely assumed to have done the farthest thing from lightening the scenario for him. Piercing voids of an emerald hue would have found themselves scanning over the encircled numbers spread before his line of sight - both dulled and brightened alike - though gradually shifted over to loom upon the neon-haired girl a small ways behind him as he turned his head, glaring at her from over his shoulder. Either one of his eyes veiled overly briefly as he inhaled slowly, holding the taken breath within his lungs for a fair amount of time before releasing it and turning his form altogether in order to appropriately face her. "On a normal basis, I would say the exact same thing about you, but after my day so far, I'm actually inclined to believe you..." he muttered bitterly. Eyeing her for a moment or two, he quirked his lip with a minor shroud of both disapproval and agitation alike before focusing his attention upon the opposite side of the elevator. "Everyone is a nuisance on a day-to-day basis, but whatever fucking God up there really must be wanting to fuck me over today if he's shoving me into a broken elevator shaft with someone like you... Your personality seems as repulsive as your appearance, so I'd like to say that I'm pretty damn unlucky like you say I am."By the end of those words, he would have ended his short lived trek towards the corner he had occupied prior to the shaft's breaking, leaning against the furthermost rail that rested against the back wall as he crossed his feet over one another while continuously maintaining his stance. "That being said, do us both a favor and just shut up for however long this lasts," he added soon afterwards, glaring her way from the corner of his eye. "I don't wanna hear whatever ludicrous idiocy that's likely bound to leave that mouth of yours, and I doubt that you could say the same thing about me, so just keep quiet and I'll do the same to make things even."
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Post by Catrice Strickland on May 10, 2017 18:52:56 GMT
She was trying to stay pleasant, she really was. But this twit of a boy was making things very difficult on her. After the last person Cat had "accidentally" poisoned she had been told in no uncertain terms that she had best buckle down on her control, considering they knew she had a decent level of it. Cat rather doubted she could get away with another little accident just yet but this shitlord was trying her patience. She hadn't been more than mildly snarky with him and here he was acting like a complete ass. Cat's expression shifted from annoyed but perhaps a little amused to a slight moue of aggravation. Her pointed nails clicked against the metal sort of railing running around the inside of the elevator, a steady and rhythmic taping; not loud but not unobtrusive either. It was a very calculated action on her part, though for all intents and purposes it seemed to be unconscious.
Perfectly groomed, green-dyed eyebrows arched slightly over eyes that held about as much warmth and compassion as vividly colored stones. One corner of her lips curled into an almost feline smirk after several minutes of silence and three phone reboots with no success in getting cellular, 4G, or wifi service. He had had his little silent time but Cat didn't have all day to wait around in an elevator for someone to let them out. She had plans; people to hurt, kisses to steal... not to mention homework. For all the fun and games she indulged in she wasn't going to let her GPA drop even a fraction of a point.
"Alright, sugar," she said venomously, breaking the silence. "Waiting and being quiet is getting us nowhere and this elevator shaft is a complete deadzone, apparently. So be a doll and help me pry open this door, would you?" Her voice was sweet as antifreeze and although her words were framed as a question there was no query in them what so ever. LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Fenryll Anderson on May 30, 2017 21:28:05 GMT
At first, the seconds turned on, eventually and accordingly shifting into minutes as the two of them had continuously stood as they were within their respective spaces of the elevator shaft. Soon after speaking his most recent statement - which could have also easily doubled as insults, as was per his common and true nature - he had crossed his arms within an utmost display of both annoyance and impatience alike, his fingers clenching and digging vaguely into the fabric of his rolled up sleeves and somewhat into the skin of either one of the forearms that laid beneath. Within the same, general amount of time, verdant voids of his closed slowly and gently as he went on in attempt to avert whatever little interest and attention he had taken care to cast upon the scenario in general away, instead choosing to withdraw it altogether as he escaped into his mind for the time being. Leaning continuously against the metal railing behind him, he shifted ever so faintly in order to further accommodate at least the vaguest sense of comfort upon his form, moving his feet ever so slightly around each other and crossing them one over the other by the ankles as he remained standing. Giving his shoulders a quick and small roll, he followed suit with his neck before bowing his head, clenching his teeth instinctively as he initially decided to make do with riding the given situation in itself out for as long as he could. ...And then he heard another statement directed towards him; one that obscured his thoughts just as quickly as he had taken care to enter them. Upon first hearing them, he simply froze and kept silent; even remaining unmoving by the chest and flanks as he held the breath that he had taken for a short period of time. Before long, however, it lowered abruptly as he gave a slow and eventual exhale outwards, bothering only to open a single eye of his as he allowed it to glare over at her before eyeing the doors barricading the both of them. "...Call me sugar again, and I'll cut that horrid mop you call hair right from your scalp," he growled within a beginning reply as he reluctantly strode over, beginning to unfold his arms from the hold that they had been held within. Scanning the doors for a moment or two, he inhaled deeply before sighing and reaching out, lodging his fingertips within one side of the door and positioning his feet in order to attain leverage for pulling the half he had chosen towards his direction. "Just be quick with it, though, I suppose... The quicker this happens, the less time wasted."Catrice Strickland
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