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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 15:41:48 GMT -5
A dark purple cloud descended onto the rooftop, hissing as it sucked itself into the form of a seventeen-year-old boy, Damon. He looked down at his palms, moving various body parts to make sure they still worked. It had been a while since he had used the power, and it left a stinging sensation throughout his skin. A quick glance around told him the place was deserted, a fact he was grateful for. Of course, how many kids went onto the roof anyway?
He laid back, staring up at the sky to let himself rest. He was out of practice, and had spent more energy than he'd realized on the water walking technique. Now he wished he hadn't made a joke out of it and perhaps gotten a boat ride to the school, but it was too late to complain. "Now I know why I came here. I suck," he mused, grinning at the clouds. "I'm a joke of a ninja, but I'll get better. At least, I'd better, or I'm going to kick my butt."
Damon realized he should be moving into his room, or perhaps trying to make friends, but he had done just fine being alone at his last school, why should this one be any different? Damon had never understood why some people felt having no friends meant being emotionally scarred and terribly lonely; he had considered it a lack of distractions, and had rarely faltered in his schoolwork. But this place had a different vibe to it - he could almost feel the magic in the air around him. He sat up, resolving to change his outlook on other people.
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Post by hannah montana on Sept 30, 2007 16:14:27 GMT -5
When suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a rather chipper voice heard from above. "Look! It's a bird!! It's a plane!! NO, IT'S AMBER!!" The redheaded girl jumped to the roof and landed on her ankle, twisting it as she screeched with pain. "MY ANKLE! OH THE LAWD HELP ME NAO!" She jumped up and down, holding her ankle protectively, though her face showed hardly any traces of pain through such a melodramatic look in her eyes. Amber spotted a new kid and waved to him, suddenly forgetting her ankle. "Hi! I are Amber!!"
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 16:19:31 GMT -5
Damon watched this strange girl with a blank stare, then glanced around the rest of the roof. Yup, this was already proving to be a tad bit more interesting than your average school. He stood, still silent, and glanced at her ankle. Was she really hurt? She didn't seem like it any more. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'Mustn't get too concerned. If she's hurt, she can find help.' "...uh, hi. I'm Damon... are you okay?" he asked, immediately feeling stupid for asking when she was acting just fine. "I mean, for a second you were kinda..."
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Post by alyxchan on Sept 30, 2007 17:14:32 GMT -5
A girl with short black hair and a long katana walked in. "Hn..." she said sitting down, causing her black mini skirt to ruffle up and the bloody bow on her shirt to shift. She looked at the red head then to the brunette. "Hn..." she said againg.
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 17:18:43 GMT -5
Damon glanced at the other girl, now becoming a bit annoyed. Since when were rooftops the popular social spot? "And I suppose you're just popping in to sit around too?" he asked her, perhaps a bit to pointedly. "Do people come out here a lot? I mean, seems to me it'd be one of the less comfortable places to sit around." He glanced from one to the other, sighing. "My name's Damon."
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Post by alyxchan on Sept 30, 2007 17:23:53 GMT -5
"Why would I know if a good amount of people came and sat here? I'm new, baka" she said using Japanese so he wouldn't understand her insult "And I'm Alyx....Alyx Erette.." she said leaning back on the roof to stare at the stars. "And I'm not here to socialize.." she said reading his thoughts. As she said that she took out a small flute like thing and played a sad tune.
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 17:28:43 GMT -5
"You know, I can tell when something's an insult," Damon snapped, though he softened almost immediately when she began to play. Music was his main thing; if music was playing he, he would stop and listen, guaranteed. He held up a hand and waited, a faint purple mist collecting in the area. It condensed into a dark cloud, and soon a dinged-up acoustic guitar was in his hand. He didn't play just yet, he merely listened to her song. After a few minutes he began to pick out a few notes, adding a new voice into the tune. 'You like music?' he thought, assuming she could hear.
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Post by alyxchan on Sept 30, 2007 17:33:36 GMT -5
She stopped "Of course I do..." she whispered looking at the tiny flute in her hands "Saya chan..." she whispered as a tear fell from her eye, she hugged the flute. "I don't care if you know its an insult or not" she said stopping her tears.
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 17:48:11 GMT -5
Damon laughed as she cried, finding little pity for her. The guitar erupted into smoke and rose into the sky, leaving him sitting Indian-style. He shook his head, standing. "You're wasting your energy. There's no point in crying, it won't change anything," he said, squinting at the fallen tears. They froze over, becoming specks of ice on the rooftop. "Just let it go, whatever it is. It's no big deal."
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Post by alyxchan on Sept 30, 2007 17:50:49 GMT -5
"My only sibling murdered in front of me is no big deal?!" she shouted standing up "I hate boys..." she said as her eyes flashed a deep red. "They care about nothing...except getting their way.." she whispered and went to the oposite side of the roof.
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 17:56:52 GMT -5
Damon sighed, shaking his head as she walked away. Why did every teenager he met have to have some sob story? Someone either died, turned on them, or never saw them again, without fail. That was the story of the world. Bad things happened. Not to everyone, and not always to the same extent, but no matter how good people had it, they never thought of what others might go through; only themselves. "You're selfish," he said simply. "Just be glad it wasn't you who was murdered. If you really care loved her, be thankful she doesn't have to live with the pain you do." He walked to the edge of the building and glared at her, shaking his head once more. "And not all guys are as horrible as me," he mused.
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Post by alyxchan on Sept 30, 2007 17:59:20 GMT -5
"You admit to being horrible eh?" she asked looking up at him. She stood up and poked him in the chest "Have you ever seen a ten year old seperated from life? No? How bout your parents by the the same person who killed your sister?" she asked leaving out a small detail...that her sister had helped in the murder of her parents.
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 18:05:25 GMT -5
Damon laughed again, glaring at her with a knowing smile. "No, I can't say I have. But what good does it do dwelling on it? I've felt pain you couldn't imagine, and do I ask for pity? No, because it's unnecessary. If you need it, you're weak," he said, poking her forehead. "Face it girlie, I didn't become a ninja because I'm particularly sentimental."
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Post by alyxchan on Sept 30, 2007 18:09:48 GMT -5
She drew her katana faster than the speed of sound. It came so close to Damon's head it cut tiny shreads of his hair off. "Never call me weak" she said in an evil tone, her eyes red as blood.
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 18:15:29 GMT -5
Damon snickered, glancing at the blade. "And what is this?" he asked, inspecting it from where he stood. The hairs hissed and smoked away, rejoining with his head. "You act like you're some kind of danger. I'm afraid you're blissfully unaware of the odds." The roof beneath her melted into a thick purple liquid, letting her sink in an inch or so before re-solidifying. His skin began to hiss softly, a faint purple haze forming around him. "You do realize I could kill you?" he asked, stepping back a few feet. "I mean, all you have to do is breathe me in, and I can tear you apart from the inside." He let the mist tease around her, hoping to provoke a reaction.
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