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Post by Alora on Jul 11, 2012 3:24:19 GMT -8
Alora Mae Darcie should have been happy that day. She was getting her casts off, she could finally use her arms again, the bones would have healed by this stage... but she wasn't. Sitting in the infirmary as the nurse delicately began taking them off, Alora started to feel distinctly uncomfortable. She glanced at the far door to the private room used for operations- the one with the number lock. Why did she keep looking over there?
The feeling of fresh air against the skin of her arms felt very refreshing and she looked down to them. The bruises around her elbows were about gone now. Her arms had broken whenever Kikime.... No, wait, she thought to herself, that couldn't be right. It was the boys who did that... wasn't it? There was a flash in her mind of Kikime's face over her, holding a scalpel. Her cheek was mostly healed now, but she still wore the wig. She knew she was going to get a permanent scar on her face from what had happened. What happened exactly again?
Alora's head felt dizzy trying to clear her mind. It wasn't Kikime, Kikime had saved her... but then, what was that she remembered like a dream, of the girl chopping off her hair, a syringe filled with adrenalin... No, no that must have been a nightmare.... But Alora didn't remember dreaming that.
The first cast was finally off. The nurse held her arm as she moved to bend her elbows. She winced slightly at the effort. Her muscles would have to get strong again. She was instructed to just let her arm rest at her lap while the nurse started on the other arm.
For a second, she couldn't remember the boys in the classroom doing anything to her, she could only remember Kikime and that back room... but they had raped her, she remembered... But Kikime had drugged the biscuits and tea.
No, surely not, that's ridiculous, she mentally defended. But it's true... Remember? She left you with those boys to get a cloth... and was gone for a full hour No, she came back as soon as she got it and rescued me, Alora though. Only to take me back to the infirmary and torture me. That's what it was. She tortured me.
Alora felt the weight of the necklace at her neck that Kikime had given her, the black lacy thing. You're her pet now... You can either fight her and get killed...
"Now, honey, Is that better?"
Alora was startled back to the real world by the nurses cooing voice, "Uh, yeah... Thank you..." She said quietly, her eyes darting around as her thoughts made it difficult to speak. What happened here?
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Post by Noel Black on Jul 12, 2012 9:19:38 GMT -8
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A few hours back, he decided to try cooking his own meal for the first time in the academy. Whilst chopping the onions carefully, the back of his mind was replaying a scene where the jugglers were playing with swords and sticks with ease. It seemed fun, and Noel thought, why not?
And that idiot threw the knife in his hand and missed it, barely able to avoid the fury of the sharp horrifying object. His hand cupped over his wound as he closed an eye, the blood dripping out faster than before.
A depressed sigh escaped his lips as he chided himself for being such a moron. Why did he even think that that would be a great idea in the first place? Maybe he had been lucky for way too long that he felt the need to feel some pain.
Noel finally found his way to the infirmary, his white t-shirt filled with blood spots. He pushed open the door gently; his lips were turning pale from the loss of blood. “N-Nur...” His voice trailed off when he noticed that there was a girl was covered with casts, the nurses catering to her wounds. And before he could stop himself, the words came spilling out, "oh god, what happened? Are you alright?"
He had heard stories and rumors circulating around the school that there were some students causing havoc, scaring the hell out of the rest, but he didn’t knew that it was true. Maybe this girl wasn’t tortured by someone; maybe she fell in injured herself. Or maybe she got knocked down by a car. Who was he trying to kid? It was obvious that her wounds were inflicted by a human.
His mind was so occupied by the scene before his eyes that he had somehow forgotten about his own injury, and starting to feel a little faint. The blood was still dripping from the deep cut and his face was beginning to turn white.
He leaned against the wall for support as he tried to catch their attention. “Whoa, I-I’m sorry but, a little help here…?” And he slides down the wall, sitting on the floor with a dazed expression. That was his limit; the loss of blood was too much for him to think clearly at the moment.
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Post by Alora on Jul 12, 2012 12:03:39 GMT -8
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She tried to remain silent, so she wouldn't disappoint Kikime, but then it was like the voice in her head changed it's mind, or maybe these were actually her true thoughts, she didn't know. Why would you listen to the one who tortured you anyway? Talk to whoever you please. She's a liar. But... No, her One-san didn't do that to her... did she?
Her eyes reached the boys, a look of confusion and terror present on her face. She didn't know what to do. The nurse pat her head, careful not to move the wig, and left her to go deal with the boy just as he was passing out from blood loss. His cheek looked pretty badly cut, but it didn't look like it was all the way through to the inside of his mouth like hers had been. It still hurt to smile or talk very much, but the scab was healing well now. She was just waiting for the scar to come out.
She watched the scene as the nurse came out to deal with the boy, wondering what was going to happen curiously. Doesn't he deserve it though? Surely he's the same as them. Alora grimaced at this presence in her mind, though it would look as though it was her reaction to the situation.
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Post by Noel Black on Jul 12, 2012 23:53:24 GMT -8
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After what felt like hours but in reality only a couple of minutes, he opened his eyes to find himself lying on one of the beds. The nurse probably carried him to the bed but he couldn’t be sure. Now he felt sick. It was just a wound, although he did lost a lot of blood, he didn’t really think that he should be confined to the bed. He never had a good memory at hospitals or clinics. The strong smell of medicines and that horrible stench of chlorine simply reminded him of the last time he saw his sister. Not a good memory.
He sat upright and winced, a sharp pain shot through his body. The blood had stopped flowing but it was still a fresh wound, better not make any strong movements to open it again. He wondered for a minute whether girls experience this much pain every month. Shaking his head wondering why he was thinking about girls and their periods, he turned his head and remembered that he wasn’t alone in the infirmary.
“Hi. Sorry, that probably was one of the worst first meetings ever.” He coughed slightly, feeling a little unwell. Maybe the loss of blood was one of the reasons. He shook his head gently again, feeling a little dizzy. The amount of blood he had lost earlier on hasn’t been pumped back by his heart and it was starting to take a toll on him.
“You don’t look too good, are you alright?” His eyes ran through her body once, twice, thrice. The amount of wounds on her body was horrifying. For a second, he compared her wounds to his sister’s, and stopped himself abruptly. Why in the world was she comparing this girl’s wounds to his dead sister’s?! He was starting to feel sick from his thoughts and struggled to get off the bed. Still weak, he stumbled to the ground and grabbed a bin by the side.
The girl probably shouldn’t see what he was going to do next but before he could bring the bin elsewhere, he started vomiting rainbows from his mouth. His back was facing her, trying his best to prevent her from witnessing the grandest occasion of his life. Holding a cloth to his mouth and stood up, he apologized, “god, oh god, I’m sorry. That wasn’t on purpose. I-I’m Noel Black, nice to meet you and I have successfully made our first meeting more awkward than ever.”
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Post by Alora on Jul 14, 2012 3:46:54 GMT -8
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Alora watched the boy distantly as he seemed to hardly be able to stay conscious. Injecting Adrenalin into you keeps you awake. Blood loss won't matter. That's what happened, remember? No. That didn't happen. But Alora remembered it.
She started feeling light headed seeing him bleeding so heavily and she carefully lifted her newly freed arms, feeling her sore and under-used muscles strain in the effort, so that she could hold her head.
She shook her head whenever he asked her questions and said things. "First impressions don't matter..." She said, somewhat darkly, it was the same tone as the voice that she kept hearing in her mind. The part that remembered.
Suddenly, Alora glanced up at the boy as though afraid. She didn't understand why she kept thinking these things, "But-... I mean.... It's okay..." Don't talk to strangers, or one-san will--
"...be quiet... Not... I mean..." She had been talking to herself again. Her cheeks started getting red. She was seriously concerned for her mental health at the moment. Why were these memories only coming back now?
"I'm fine..." She repeated, bringing her hands back down to her lap and pulling at her own fingers weakly.
"My name... is Dar... Darcie, Alora... My name's Alora.... Darcie's my last name..." She blinked, wondering what she had been about to say. There was a distant memory in that head of hers, of a little friend she had as a kid. Darva, wasn't it? Darva had gotten her in a lot of trouble. She reminded her of the voice that her thoughts spoke in. That must have been what she had been about to say. Darva.
He puked. It smelled bad. "... you... alright?"
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Post by Noel Black on Jul 14, 2012 5:00:06 GMT -8
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That moron wasn’t able to fully detect her dark vibes and started venturing around the infirmary for some bandages. He guessed the nurse had already applied some antiseptics on his wound, but he’d like to cover it up with a bandage or cotton wool. The feeling of his wound screaming at everyone to comment on it doesn’t make him feel comfortable. The infirmary was quiet and Noel guessed that the nurse had already left the room, probably to get something. He shrugged it off – it didn’t really bother him much.
The girl mumbled something but Noel couldn’t decipher what she was saying. He tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment, but didn’t ask her to repeat what she was saying. He tried to decode what she was saying in his head whilst searching the cabinets, but it was futile.
“Alora…?” He repeated, trying to be used to her name. He wasn’t sure whether he had pronounced it correctly but he had tried his best to mimic her, so it should be alright. She seemed shy and terrified of him, and he didn’t want her to feel out of place. Without thinking, he continued, “That’s a pretty name.” He stopped himself and arched an eyebrow – now he felt like a pedophile. What’s said can’t be taken back and he continued rummaging through the drawers, hoping that she wouldn’t think that he was some weird guy.
“Thanks, I’m fine… I guess. But I’m more worried for you, though. Your injuries and scars seemed really bad.” He stopped and looked at her, his eyes clouded with worry. She reminded him of his sister, shy, quiet, keeping everything to herself. She probably wouldn’t fight back if someone were to break her bones, one by one. What if she took the same route as his sister…? He was unable to save his sister before and if he could, he’d do anything to prevent it from happening again.
He picked up the bin and placed it outside of the infirmary and opening the windows, giving her a small awkward smile. “Oops, sorry.” Ejecting rainbows from his mouth should be on the list of “most embarrassing things people did on first meetings”. Well, if that list existed.
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Post by Alora on Jul 14, 2012 5:40:22 GMT -8
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"...I-I'm sorry..." She said softly, not understanding that he could barely hear her, "I just... I don't know if I want to warm up to people... right now..." You're being rude. Scaredy Cat. The spiteful voice in her mind taunted her.
She shook her head, "No, I mean...." She thought for a minute, looking over to him like a mouse in a corner, "Well... I'm just nervous... aren't people..." Strangers.
He's lying you know. He's not worried at all. He's just being nosy is all. "Don't... I'm... healing alright..." She said finally.
She pursed her lips a bit, but was glad he took out the vomit bin. "Noel isn't... a bad name... It's Ah-laura..." She said in reply to his compliment, correcting him before pulling her arms closer to her to hold her sides for comfort. The muscles in them felt so weak, but she pressed them.
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Post by Noel Black on Jul 14, 2012 6:26:30 GMT -8
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The times when they would share their secrets, people that they had met and encountered, teaching her mathematical questions… When did she start to hide her problems from him? How could he be unable to see through her mask?
“Are you sure? It’s better to be double check to be sure.” His eyes trailed down her wounds, unable to believe his eyes. If he was in an anime, his jaw could probably hit the ground, make a hole, and drop to the floor below.
His ears perked up at her reply, blinking a couple of times before grinning. Did she compliment on his name too? She was probably just being polite and returning the compliment but regardless, it felt nice.
Noel wanted to ask what exactly had happened and how she had managed to get herself into such a horrible mess, but he didn’t want to scare her away with his curiosity neither did he want to appear as a rude and insensitive person. Although he is indeed an idiot when it comes to detecting the atmosphere.
Alora hugged her stomach and Noel was starting to feel worried. “Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t look well, would you like to lie down for a few minutes?” He wanted to approach her and give her a helping hand but he didn’t want her to feel uneasy for being too close to a stranger.
“Ah!” Noel exclaimed and pulled out a candy from his pocket. He walked slowly towards her and held out the caramel candy whilst standing a little far from her, yet at a reachable distance, with a grin. “Have a candy! They always make me feel better.”
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Post by Alora on Jul 14, 2012 7:16:24 GMT -8
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Alora listened to his story about the person that he knew. The story made her feel a little bit better actually, and she felt herself relax a little. It was nice to know there were people out there who were like her, that she wasn't alone. "...but... I was... I used to be... more friendly... I'm sorry..." Why are you apologizing to this boy? What did he do to deserve that? That side of her asked. She shook her head.
She watched him start to grin whenever she gave him half of a compliment in return. Well, she wasn't being dishonest, Noel was an alright name to have, she figured. His smile nearly brought one to her own face though, but she remembered the same thing happening with that Rust boy and stopped herself. The smile died half formed and she bit her lip.
She shook her head whenever he showed concern. "No... thank you... I don't want to lie down... I don't want to..." She repeated. She felt herself grow more and more nervous as he stood up and approached her though, and held herself even more.
He offered her a candy. Memories of Kikime and the boys with their tea, biscuits, and sweets flooded her mind. See? What did I tell you? He's just like them. More poison, more drugs, more tricks. On or Off the swing, you'll still feel it- "No." She said firmly, eyebrows furrowing and voice louder than it had been previously. She didn't quite seem like herself when she said it.
She looked at the sweet in his hand and she squinted at it, slowly transforming it into oily tar and allowing it to fall through his fingers as the slimy liquid. She felt her face grow red with a feeling akin to anger, but it wasn't at Noel. She didn't know where it came from.
A moment of silence was interrupted by Alora blinking and pulling herself back. Her mouth opened slightly, "... I'm sorry... I ruined your sweet..." She said, filling with regret, wondering what happened just then. She hadn't felt like herself at all, surely the boy was only trying to be nice. Just like them. Darva repeated.
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Post by Noel Black on Jul 14, 2012 7:44:08 GMT -8
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“It-It’s alright, don’t have to force yourself to do anything that you wouldn’t want to. It was just a suggestion,” Noel replied, his voice dropping. What was he supposed to say at that moment? She probably went through a tough situation and Noel should be extra sensitive to her feelings, but he went shooting his mouth off. If had a knife in his hand at that moment, instead of dodging it and gaining that scar across his face, he’d probably stand beneath it and stab himself. How could he be so insensitive?
Noel retracted his hand in shock, shaking off the droplets of tar on his hand. He was flabbergasted at her reaction. What reaction should he display at that moment? Was she one of the people that he should avoid at all costs? He took a step back, his eyes widening slightly from shock. She seemed so harmless with her tiny body. Was he wrong?
“Whoa, no, no. I’m sorry. Were you lactose intolerant? I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
He was unable to comprehend what he should do at that moment. Maybe she was allergic to candies. Maybe? There’s always a possibility out there. There will always be a reason for every action but it was starting to take a toll on him. He had no idea what he should do or react at that moment.
It was draining him of his energy. He was overthinking and it was starting to fry his brain. She looked apologetic but Noel can’t understand what just happened. He wanted to ask, so desperately, but he didn’t want to step on a landmine that might drag him into a story that didn’t involve him.
To hell with everything.
He’s going to throw everything away. If he’s going to die in this academy, so be it. If this girl were to be afraid of him, so be it. If she’s going to hate him for the rest of his life, so be it. That’s it.
Noel took a few steps back and sat on a bed, his wound was beginning to feel slightly warm. The blood that had travelled to his head was putting a pressure on his wound and he placed his hand gently over it.
He gave a soft sigh and looked at her, his eyes filled with seriousness and misery. “Hey, what happened to you? Not only are you covered with horrible wounds, that reaction to the candy was really way off.” He shifted his hand away from his wound and pushed his fringe away from his eye.
“I don’t want to appear as rude but if that’s something that you couldn’t say for some reason, it’s alright. I just hope that I could be able to lighten your burden a little. I'd do anything to help.”
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Post by Alora on Jul 15, 2012 14:14:47 GMT -8
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Alora shook her head whenever he asked what she apologized for. Even she didn't really know. He told her to keep calm and just relax, and Alora really did want to listen to him. She knew herself that she had reacted very oddly to the candy by anyone else's eyes. She was surprised that he seemed unaffected at first by her little lash out. She was oddly embarassed by her own behaviour afterwards.
She didn't have much to say about not having to force herself. She noticed him hesitate to sand anything though, and he spent the rest of the time taking back what he had said before, reiterating that it was just a suggestion. Alora looked to the ground silently, "I know... I won't... " She paused for a moment and then tried to look at him, "I-it was just... I know it was just a suggestion..." She wondered when she'd be able to act normal with other people again.
After he pulled his hand back, Alora noticed that he looked shocked, and somewhat afraid of her. He stepped back from her. Good. That's how it should be. If you scare them, then aren't you the one on top? Alora didn't agree with that thought, and she didn't like it at all. She frowned slightly at his fear.
"I'm s-sorry.... I didn't mean to... I don't know... what came over me..." She said softly, afraid that perhaps it was too late to apologize to the boy, and that he might go away and leave her alone again.
Then, he sighed and looked over to her with great sadness. He asked her questions about her wounds. She was slightly taken aback by the questioning, but appreciated the straight forwardness in a strange way.
"I was... I don't really remember properly... but... I had this dream... that I was on a swing... and then in my dream, even when I got off the swing... I... could still feel it... like I was moving..." She scowled a bit at the memory. "When I woke up, I still couldn't move myself. They did things."
"The ones who did it were expelled." She informed him darkly.
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Post by Noel Black on Jul 28, 2012 0:04:29 GMT -8
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It was almost impossible for Noel to feel irritated or annoyed at her. She reminded him of his younger sister way too much. There was so much that Noel wanted to say aloud, but stopped because this girl wasn’t her.
How was your day? Did you have fun? What did you have for lunch? . There was so much that Noel wanted to say to his deceased sister. And most important message of all, I’m sorry for not realizing that you were suffering.
He shook his head gently and gave her a small weak smile. “It’s alright, no worries! You need to learn to stop apologizing.”
“They…?”
His jaw hung open for a few seconds before he got a grip of himself. He could feel his jaw tighten and his fist clenched. “They did this to you?”
Vulgarities were hurled around his mind and he could feel his blood pumping to his head. Anger. He was beginning to be swallowed by anger. Before he could stop himself, a gust of icy cold wind surrounded the room and the bed he was sitting on began to form a coat of ice around it.
“Shit.”
He snapped out of his frenzy before the ice could reach Alora. Leaving another scar on her both mentally and physically was the last thing that he wanted. He needs to think of an excuse. Now.
“Ah, the room is so chilly all of a sudden, maybe the air-conditioning was broken…?”
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