Twain Saber
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Smile at your enemies, it messes with their heads
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Post by Twain Saber on May 16, 2009 3:12:00 GMT 1
“We define ourselves by what we do, not by what we have done”
“It looks like piss.” Twain said skeptically.
A look from her irritable lab partner shut her up. He lab partner was fun and all, but when it came to science she was a bit evil. Twain sighed mentally and handed her a beaker of the yellow substance. Her partner poured it into another beaker and it began to fizzle. Twains eyes grew wide from behind her goggles. The fizzling stopped and twain furrowed her brow. That was anti-climactic. She wondered if it was supposed to do that. She looked at her lab partner whose face had ‘failure’ written all over it. Twain perked up when her professor said class was dismissed. She removed her goggles and gloves quickly, they made her feel claustrophobic. She collected her books and then waved at her fuming lab partner as she walked into the halls.
It was strange, this was her first week at college yet she already seemed to have made some friends. For the past few years of her life she had been either entirely secluded or obsessed with demon killing, but as it turned out she was a very likable person. It was nice to be normal…ish. She had even joined some clubs, like the Gay Straight Alliance club and the Japanese club. It would be very clichéd to say she was a demon hunter by night and a normal teenager by day, but essentially it was true.
It was sunny out and Twain was remarkably wearing no leather. She instead wore jeans, a white t-shirt and a green plaid button down shirt that had the sleeves rolled up. She had a yellow backpack full of books…and maybe a few knives. Twain never went anywhere without a weapon. Unless she forgot, which was not unusual for she had a horrible memory. Twain wondered how many other people at her school carried weapons in their bag as a regular thing. Twain supposed if any slayers went here they probably did. She didn’t know what she would classify herself as, maybe a freelance demon fighter, or maybe a fighter for hire. She technically was not either. She just fought demons to blow off steam and she had never yet been hired to kill something.
Twain pondered all this as she walked down the path to her next class. She looked at her watch and realized it had already started. She had two options, run as fast as she could to get there and hope her teacher let her in, or she could skip and just hang out in the sunshine. Twain picked the latter. The birds were singing, she was in a good mood, and she hoped no one saw her trip just a minute ago. So what if she was clumsy.
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Post by Cyrus Destiny; on May 16, 2009 3:53:56 GMT 1
n o r m a l for now?
*Russ this is your time to make something of your self right now, all you have been doing since running away from home is living of your inheritance and working in Starbucks hardly what your mother would want to see you doing now pick up the pace and sign up to class!* Cyrus was yelling at his self in his own head mind. He didn’t want to look that much of a freak doing it in public. *Wouldn’t be the first time kiddo*
Some times it was like Cyrus has some one else in his head like he had two personalities but he really didn’t, it was his gift. It made him act differently to others. *This is good, look at you growing as a person going to college, getting your life back on track. Dawn is soooo gunna buy you a milkshake boyo* He told himself again as he rushed his way into the big brown college campus student services building. He was wearing a more preppy look today, with dark grey trouser bottoms, a white shirt and a grey armless thin sweater over the top. The sleeves on the shirt had been pulled up as it was a little too warm to have them down. He was used to the heat mind. *Come on boy it’s time to do this crap*
*See so that went well, you go the course you wanted. Not that worthless are ya?* Destiny walked out of the office with a smile on his face the first smile in a while that wasn’t fake. It felt good knowing things could be turning up for him. He got onto the Social Care course and the English course both of which he wanted.
Cyrus red converse made their way down the stone steps and onto the grass as he held the books and letters he had gotten from the student services after signing on. He had his time table, what he needed to buy etc all there. He was on the ball. *You are the ball Cyrus and you keep on rolling kido!*
Cyrus walked past a girl around the same age as himself he suspected who had tripped up, he could hear her thought ‘hope no one saw me trip up, I can be so clumsy’ He would recognize that voice any where. Twain.. “Hey girl what happened to your class’s today?” He had not known her that long a week or two tops. He never told her about his gift to be fair he had not told anyone really other then Dawn. People treat you differently other wise.
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Twain Saber
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Smile at your enemies, it messes with their heads
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Post by Twain Saber on May 16, 2009 4:38:07 GMT 1
Twain regained her composure after her foot slipped out form under her. Her heavy bag did not help with the whole balance problem. She felt someone beside her and looked up to see Cyrus. Twain shot him a grin. He was one of the nice people she had met, though him not at college. She had waltzed into star bucks and ordered a hot chocolate, and then she proceeded to lecture the cashier on how coffee was evil and would soon take over the planet. The unfortunate cashier had been Cyrus. Twain quickly surveyed him.
“In science we made some potion that must be almost as evil as coffee. Japanese…well I am known for saying stupid things in English, but in Japanese I asked someone if they would like to sleep with me. That was not so much fun, who knew that saying ‘will you sleep tonight’ could easily become ‘will you sleep with me tonight’. Thank god I have such a weird class.” Twain said and then realized she had begun to ramble. “Any who, I have decided to embrace the art of skipping my math class on account of I did not feel like running.”
“So what about you, are you starting up school?” Twain asked.
She figured he was probably about her age if not older, so that was a large possibility. Twain realized then how little she knew about him. I wonder if he is normal, he seems normal. Maybe I seem normal to. Hey a squirrel. Twain thought, her attentions being distracted by the fuzzy critter. Twain often had conversations with herself inside her mind. She thought a lot, not particularly deeply about one thing but more short bits of many different things.
Twain kicked a dirt cluster off the sidewalk and looked up into the bright sunlight. She wondered if she looked at it long enough she would kill her eyes. Twain considered that idea and then looked away. She disliked the thought of being blind.
(The stuff about meeting Cyrus just popped into my head. That actually happened to my older sister in her japanese class once. XD)
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Post by Cyrus Destiny; on May 20, 2009 0:11:20 GMT 1
Cyrus could remember her being this talkative before. It was quite charming he was sure. It meant she could fill the silence when it falls in a room. He was a nice trait to have, a lot of the time Cyrus wished he had it. He was talkative but some times he just can not be bothered with anything and just up and leaves convocation.
*Gosh she could give Little Miss Chatter Box a run for her money kiddo*
“Ayee, sounds like a good plan of action” Russ said as he and the girl walked down the side walk watching as his feet moved his body along the grey path.
“I actually just signed up to a few classes I thought it was a good as a time as any to start, I miss learning as silly as it sounds it’s a good way to keep my mind of things. You know?”
After running away from home and school Cyrus missed school, a lot of the times school work had kept him from going totally mad. It had took quite a bit of persuading to get him into the college in Misery but finally they allowed him to join them. He was thankful for that intensely.
“So what are ones plans for today?” *Don’t you have a shift today?.... Maybe I think… I’ll find out tomorrow when I know I do have work*
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Twain Saber
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Smile at your enemies, it messes with their heads
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Post by Twain Saber on May 22, 2009 3:32:19 GMT 1
Twain hummed absentmindedly. She did know what Cyrus meant about learning, despite the fact that she had often been called ‘remarkably dull’. It was nice sometimes to have something to think about. Though Twain knew she would look back on these thoughts sometime in the near future and punch herself in the face for ever thinking about enjoying learning. Probably during her math final.
“Understanding is of the me.”
Twain realized after saying it that the sentence that it only made sense when it was in her brain. Oh well, she wasn’t famous for her speaking skills. Well she was not exactly famous for anything, but it was the same basic concept. Twain made a funny face at herself and shrugged mentally.
“Meh plans? Ditching of the school, eating of the Ramen, usual stuff. Plus later I am going kil-“ Twain stopped herself mid sentence. She should learn to talk less. She was going to say killing of the demons. “-ting. Kilting is a very fashionable sport where we all dress up in kilts and prance around pretending we are gnomes. You should really try is sometime it is great fun. What about yourself?”
Nice Twain. Kilting? Really? Sounds fun enough anyway. Twain chuckled mentally.
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