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Post by Armageddidn't on Jul 30, 2018 18:39:35 GMT -5
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim. Fire away, fire away.
Violia Hunt is a girl who hides. She hides her emotions. She hides her heart behind titanium walls. Her dark secret is, that she wants to open up. She gets a chance when a new boy arrives at her high school during Sophomore year.
WARNING! This may contain mentions of abuse, and attempted suicide.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 3, 2018 13:03:37 GMT -5
{{Bump}}
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 22, 2018 19:27:30 GMT -5
{{That feeling when no one wants to talk to you... #foreveralone}}
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 8, 2018 21:56:50 GMT -5
{{That feeling when no one wants to talk to you... #foreveralone}} ( May I put a response? )
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 8, 2018 22:04:15 GMT -5
{{Ooh, a hooman has appeared in this deserted land! Greetings! Yeah, you can!}}
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 9:33:44 GMT -5
( oooooooo )
Kyrie Keli once knew Violia Hunt. Many years ago, in early elementary school, he'd caught glances of her around.... Obviously she'd changed over the years—as had everyone else—but he still recognized those he once knew back in kindergarten, first grade. Since then Kyrie had applied to private school and spent close to the next decade of his life there before returning to the public school system. Rumors fluttered from ear to ear: "Why did Kyrie Keli come back to this crappy public school?" "Maybe the tuition was too much?" "He's rich though...." "OMG, maybe he's actually a psycho and they kicked him out?" "Shut up, now you're just being mean!"
Though his expression remained stoic, he fought against something terrible itching at his hands. Something urging him to smash those people's heads into their lockers. It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with this before, and he wasn't expecting anything better, but.... something inside him was disappointed nonetheless.
He closed his eyes. A beat. Inhale, hold, exhale.... His eyes opened again. First class: Chemistry. Teacher: Ms Tang. Room Number: 211. Where am I? Kyrie caught sight of a "Room 130." Next floor, huh? Where was the staircase, though? He fumbled with some papers in his hands—ah, here was the map. His eyes narrowed in response. "What? What kind of idiot wrote this?" Kyrie muttered under his breath. Did they actually expect people to read this? The map was practically illegible...
Now it was time for something he hated. Kyrie braced himself, and tapped a nearby student on the shoulder. "Excuse me. Could you point me to room 211? Chemistry with Ms Tang."
( This student can be Violia, or not. How should they meet? )
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 10:29:04 GMT -5
{{I could just have them meet now.}}
Violia was having a rough day, needless to say.
It started with getting tripped in the halls and getting picked on in Drama class. And now it was second period time. She couldn't WAIT to see what the next class had in store. More weeaboo insults? More physical violence?
She turned when someone tapped on her shoulder, her purple hair falling around her face. "Oh... um, you could take the stairs, though I use the elevator. The elevator is rarely used, so I'd highly suggest that." she said, avoiding eye contact.
There was the hint of a tatoo on her cheek-or was it a bruise? She turned before anyone cound get a close look at it, though there were whispers that followed her everywhere.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 11:03:22 GMT -5
He thought he saw a dark purplish bloom on the side of her face. He couldn't get a close look at it, but a couple seconds was long enough; he'd identified the color as likely a bruise on her face. It wasn't significantly swollen, but it was fairly recent. Two days old, give or take a day? He paid no mind to where the bruise may have come from.
What was most important right now was that she hadn't answered his question yet. Kyrie had inquired for information regarding whereabouts of a staircase. In response, he had received information about the existence of an elevator with significantly less foot traffic—totally irrelevant, and only minimally helpful. "I'm sorry, but where-" he tried again, but the girl had already turned around before he could finish.
She turned, but she hasn't left. Kyrie stepped forwards so he stood beside her—enough to be in her field of vision, but not enough to obstruct her path. "I'm sorry, but where exactly is the elevator or the staircase? I'm new here," he clarified.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 12:37:43 GMT -5
"Oh... right... Elevator's right down this hall, and the stairs are over in the other direction." Violia said softly, her deep blue eyes still avoiding eye contact. "Now, I need to go." she said before walking towards room 232.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 12:40:41 GMT -5
( Do you have an idea for how this plot will play out? Maybe we can timeskip to a class they have together so we can have another character interaction? )
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 12:44:21 GMT -5
{{Yeah, sure.}}
A few days later, at lunch, Violia was sitting by her locker like normal, picking at some cold takeout Chinese food. Her blue eyes were dulled slightly, and there was a scratch on her cheek. A large blue bruise spanned her forearm, seemingly from being held tightly by the forearm. The lonely girl sighed softly. Ever since Mom died...
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 13:04:15 GMT -5
One thing about public school was that everything was louder. Not that Kyrie minded at all, but the noise seemed to fill beyond just space. It got into his head, stuffing his ears and his brain, pieces of cotton forced between synapses so he couldn't think straight.
People. Talking. Smashing. Yelling. Cooking. "Next!" Calling. Screaming. Talking. Pushing. "Hurry up!" People. Yelling. Food. Shoving. Click-clacking. "What's wrong with you?" Footsteps. Yelling. Screaming. "Is everything alright? Are you okay?"
Kyrie wasn't very hungry anymore. A smile. "I'm alright," he replied with a nod of his head. "Please excuse me; I need to use the restroom." He stepped out of line and made a beeline for the exit. Walking as quickly as he could towards freedom. He recalled bringing a snack to school that morning, which should be at his locker.... Up a flight of stairs, down the hall, take a right....
Purple girl. It was Violia Hunt again. He didn't know their lockers were right across from each other. Kyrie went straight to his own locker, stealing a glance at the girl sitting on the floor behind him every now and again. Although the noise from the cafeteria had been hell, the silence now was starting to overwhelm him.
"Good afternoon," greeted Kyrie with a slight smile. He turned around from his locker, still unopened.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 13:13:28 GMT -5
Violia looked up, her hair falling over her face. "O-Oh... h-hi..." The introverted girl seemed to shrink slightly when spoken to.
Her deep blue eyes still avoided eye contact, for she knew how dangerous it was. Every muscle in her body tensed when she heard more footsteps. She looked down the hall where it was coming from, and saw a familiar blonde. Her eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. I'm dead. was her only thought.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 13:24:46 GMT -5
Kyrie didn't seem to notice her discomfort when spoken to. "Interesting to see you again. Thank you for helping me a couple days back. It was productive advice."
He turned around to open his locker. Something felt jammed. Seriously? was his only thought. Someone....had tampered with his locker. Remembering that the girl sat right in its path, Kyrie shot a glare at his own locker door, placing his hand on the metal perhaps a little too harshly as he turned back around to face Viola. Crash! Kyrie flinched at the echo of the sound his own hand made as it met the metal.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 13:25:04 GMT -5
( I'm logging off now, but I'll be back perhaps in some several hours? )
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 13:29:54 GMT -5
{{Aight!}}
Violia sighed softly. "I didn't do anything to your locker if you were wondering. It could have been anyone." She was suddenly dragged to her feet by the blonde. She wnced, as it was the arm with the bruise. "Why weren't you in the lunchroom, nerd?" The blonde asked. "I-I'm sorry, L-Lucy... the-the noise in there.. i-it hurts my ears..." Violia stammered. "Oh, cry me a river! You just think you're soooo great! Learn your place!" Lucy kicked Violia's shin, and she went down like a rock. "You're so weak, you can probably barely pick up a pencil!" Lucy laughed before walking away.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 17:59:05 GMT -5
Learn your place, you nerd. Kyrie was already angry, but something had snapped inside of him when he heard those words pierce the air. "Do you have a problem, Lucy?" Kyrie practically growled at the girl. It just so happened that Lucy had first stepped towards himself, and he sharply stepped so that they now faced directly towards each other.
"Oh crap, it's the psycho kid," the bully mocked, her eyebrows drooped downwards in fake shock. "What? Are you gonna go crazy on us now? Shoot me up?"
"Go crazy?" Kyrie echoed in a whisper. "Shoot you up?" He didn't really know what he meant by saying those words, but he really hoped he could at least convey how much he wanted to strangle her right here and now with that quiet voice of his. One moment, he was standing in front of her, and the next moment he was lying curled up on the floor, more nauseated than pained. The girl, Lucy, was also on the floor, but sitting.
Kyrie quickly stood up, hating the dizziness that came with it. He placed a hand against a nearby locker to steady himself.
"I literally cannot believe you did this to me. I'm gonna make sure you get expelled. Again. Go to hell, do you hear me? Go. To. Hell." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she took off running.
Lucy had ran a ways down the hallway before Kyrie let out a quiet chuckle. It hurt. But he didn't pay any mind to it. "Sorry," he said quickly, a smile on his expression. "I'm really sorry. She's kinda annoying, isn't she?"
( So what happened was that he punched her a bunch of times, and then she hit him back. Kyrie is Weak™ so he went down just like that. )
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 18:02:03 GMT -5
{{Good job, Kyrie!}}
Violia witnessed this entire scene, her eyes wide. "Did you just... stand up for me...?" she asked, her voice quiet. "No one's ever done that before..." She had no idea what else to say, her violet hair falling over her blue eyes.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 18:28:40 GMT -5
( Now I'm worried that Kyrie is gonna get himself kicked out of the school.... But to be honest, the school administration probably won't do anything, haha. They don't care~ Our boy is safe. And so is our girl! They're both safe, albeit a little knocked up—both literally and metaphorically. ) "I suppose," Kyrie replied. He was still laughing, not really knowing why. It wasn't funny, any of it. This whole situation was so stupid, absolutely so idiotic that it might not even be real. Hell, he might as well just be a figment of someone's imagination that they've uploaded onto the internet. Indeed this was the worst way possible to start the school year in a new school. Just the perfect way to set a first impression. He chuckled. Really, really perfect.
Then he sighed, face transforming back into the old serious, impassive expression he always wore. His stomach hurt, and so did his hands. In fact, he felt a bit sick—but did it show? Hopefully not. Kyrie glanced up at the locker numbers and relocated himself in front of his own, sitting in front of it and across from Violia. He brought his knees up halfway up towards his chest.
Perhaps talking a little would ease the discomfort, or at least distract from it. "Functionally, I have just stood up for you," he stated, leaning over his knees and resting his chin on his arms. His tone was professional and matter-of-fact, a total juxtaposition from his slouched sitting position, his eyes dancing along the cracks on the tile floor. "Happens often?" he inquired, not really moving from that position.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 18:35:19 GMT -5
Violia pulled her knees to her chest. "I- uh... well, thank you... So much..." She looked down, a small smile on her face. The first positive emotion she's ever shown for quite a long time. She rested her chin on her knees, her heart racing for some reason. She inspected her arm. The bruise was quite a bit darker than before, though she came to school beat up so often it was rarely a surprise to other kids anymore.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 18:48:38 GMT -5
( Should we give each other more info about their appearances? I know Violia has purple hair and blue eyes, but that's about all. What's she wearing right now? I can tell you that Kyrie's wearing a plain gray sweater and normal jeans without holes. His hair is a pale blonde, and his eyes are pale blue. If you need more info, I'd be happy to pull up reference images! )
Kyrie just kept looking down at the floor, and occasionally up at Violia. He shrugged, not really wanting to answer. Honestly, he'd just gotten angry. It wasn't truly for her sake, but... Kyrie glanced at the girl again. I'll let her believe. She seemed happier this way.
"You should best report her," he suggested in the same formal tone of voice.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 18:53:19 GMT -5
{{Imma make a roleplay profile for Violia in a sec.}}
"I can't. She's turned the blame on me multiple times. She's manipulative, plus her father is the chairman of the school board." Violia set her jaw slightly. "She's also one of the most popular girls here." she added softly. "The school would destroy me if I told."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 18:57:31 GMT -5
{{Test}}
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 19:08:36 GMT -5
( WAIT WAIT WAIT. DOES THIS MEAN THAT KYRIE IS GONNA KICKED OUT OF THE SCHOOL. )
"How corrupt the world is," remarked Kyrie, leaning back against the metal. Raising his head from his arms, a slight smile revealed itself on Kyrie's otherwise blank expression. Truthfully, it would look a bit weird: a smile paired with two vacant eyes. It almost appeared that he was staring through the walls now, instead of at them.
A pause. "Well, it is what it is," he concluded with a shrug. "What class do you have next? I have math downstairs, then English next to that class, and finally Spanish on this floor, down that hallway." He turned his head and tilted his head in the direction of the hallway.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 19:09:04 GMT -5
( Oi, nice. I'll make one as well, then. )
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 19:10:44 GMT -5
{{Nope XD Violia is a witness and she could easily stand up and testify.}}
"I'm taking French Two next." Violia said with a shrug. "It's always the language class right after lunch for me." she added with a sigh.
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 19:24:20 GMT -5
( Yeah, but what about: "She's also one of the most popular girls here." she added softly. "The school would destroy me if I told"? Violia isn't gonna stand a chance if she testifies.
By the way, what now? They won't see each other until... after school? Maybe they walk in the same direction home. )
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Post by Armageddidn't on Sept 9, 2018 19:35:51 GMT -5
{{Violia's dad magically doesn't get drunk that night and they call the police. They're taking this to court. Also sure.}}
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 19:39:26 GMT -5
( Oh dang. Violia's dad actually cares about her when he isn't drunk? I wonder if he would be sober enough to handle legal matters though... or perhaps he'd just leave his 15 year old daughter to deal with it? Imagine her father calling the police and then the police arrest the father because he's abusing her.
Could you write the starter for the walking home part? I'm drawing the avatar for Kyrie's RP profile. )
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 9, 2018 19:44:25 GMT -5
( Testing~ )
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