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Post by Nickolai Volkov on Nov 19, 2012 20:23:43 GMT -6
It was pouring outside, it had been warm and sticky outside all day, so everyone knew it was coming. The rain fell to the ground in thick sheets, the thunder crashed angrily and every once and a while you could see the flash of lightening out of the corner of your eye. Nickoli Volkov loved the rain. It always calmed him in a way that nothing else did. Nicky wanted to be outside standing in the downpour but he knew that if his twin found out Anton would throw a fit. Anton was always the worrier of the two. So sitting pressed up against a window, just to be as close to the rain as he could.
It was times like this Nicky wished he could be as focused as Anton. His brother was the smart one, even with his learning disabilities he was still the driven, focused individual. Nicky had no trouble picturing his brother doing something with his life, going places. Since the judge had said that after their stay at Blackwood their records would be sealed Nicky knew his brother was going to great things. Thunder shook shook the building and Nicky grinned, he loved that sound.
Feeling cramped from sitting against the window for so long the teen carefully uncurled, his spine, and joints popping as he stretched himself out. Lightening flashed and Nicky groaned, his shoulder was hurting, if he had to guess it was locking up again. Since he really didn't want to go to the nurse Nicky resolved to get Anton to give him a shoulder rub later, until then he began slowly trying to work out the knot himself with little success.
Stretching his arms up high Nickolai winced and slowly lowered his arms, maybe it was time to head back to the dorm? Deciding that it was, the Russian teen stuffed his hands into his pockets and began the trek back to the male dorms. Making quick work of the stairs the teen hummed softly under his breath. Nearly back to the dorms, Nicky stopped, what was that? He had spotted something shiny on the floor, walking the few steps towards it he paused and squatted down. It looked like a key. A quick look to the left and to the right proved he was alone, and he snatched up the shiny piece of metal. Grinning the Russian teen wondered what it went too. 'The offices are on this floor.' he thought to himself. Grinning Nicky picked a door and tried the key.
The first door was a bust. Door two....bust. Door three...click. “Yes!” He whispered, the door opened easily and he pocketed the key. Nicky couldn't tell who's office this was from the first glance but he figured that a little snooping would fix that.
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Post by fahrenheit on Nov 23, 2012 1:00:55 GMT -6
Thunderstorms were the type of weather Viola cherished. The soothing sound of the pattering of rain and the sudden flashes of light and rolls of thunder were like a dream to Viola, and she adored ever moment of it. Rain meant calm. Rain meant her step-dad would leave her alone. Rain meant she could think. Rain meant...well, it meant a lot of things. And the fact that it caused the bustling, noisy creatures within this buildings to board themelves up in their dorms was possibly the best thing about the storm.
Viola pulled her knees closer to her chest as she remained hidden on the windowseat in the hallway. She knew she wasn't allowed in this hall; that was why she had come. No one would come looking for her if they couldn't find her, and no one would disturb her. In her pale hands she gripped The Scarlett Letter, a book she loved very dearly and had read countless times. Why? Well... It wouldn't sound very good to say that it made her feel slightly better about her own dilemma, now would it? But it was true. Viola's heart ached for poor, dear Esther, shunned by society for her actions. These were the books that made Viola want to leap into the pages of the old, worn paperback book and be at Esther's side. But that was impossible. Funny thing about humans; they always want the impossible. And Viola was only human, to her dismay.
She was midsentence when the rapid footsteps echoed through the hall, indicating the approach of someone, someone moving quickly. Viola, however, was completely indifferent. She read on, the only indication that she had noticed being the thought lingering inside her head that spoke, Why is it always midsentence that someone is interrupted? Rather annoying, if you ask me. her eyes continued to scan the page quickly, her eyes moving rapidly as she took in all the words on the page at a speed that would amaze most. She was a fast reader. And as she read, a thought snaked its way into her brain, If you were in this, would they paint a bloody red 'P' on you? the thought hissed, then rose to a chant, P for Prostitute! P for Prostitute! Viola Eve Fayana is a pro-sti-tute! her hands began to tremble as she lost focus on the book, and a thought exploded in her brain and echoed around her, NO! she screeched inside her head, I didn't....I...don't want...it's his fault...I didn't want to...stop it! a thunderous sound boomed trough the air, reverberating through her. Thunder. It snapped her out of her whirlwind of thoughts and emotions and caused her trembling hands to slowly close the book. That was enough.
Time to investigate the newcomer. Her pale hands, still trembling slightly, how annoying, pushed back the curtain she was hiding behind and allowed her to glance into the hall. At that moment a flash of blinding white light filled the hall, followed by another clap of thunder. The lightning allowed her to see the darting shadow crossing through the hall. Well, it was obvious that the owner of the shadow was not supposed to be there. Slowly, she unfurled herself from her position, curled up on the windowsill like a cat, and placed one bare foot gently on the ground, then one more. She disliked shoes and avoided them whenever possible. Her white hair was braided, two braids on each side of her head. Her hair was long, and it made her look rather... innocent. She wore a purple dress, simple. Nothing else but a black choker necklace and a ring. She wasn't one to adorn herself too much. Clinking noises filed the dead, mute space before her, and the jiggling of... doorknobs. A student, trying to sneak into an office. Finally she heard a click and the hushed voice of, yep, a student, a male student. "Yes!" Viola walked gently towards him, staying silent. She was stealthy, very stealthy; it was why she was so good at stealing. Soon enough she was able to sneak right behind the boy. He was older than her, and she knew because of how tall her was. Now, Viola was a small girl, only five feet tall, but still, this boy was tall. Not that Viola was intimidated. Her voice was a whisper, soft and quiet, [/size] "I don't think you are supposed to go in there."[/blockquote][/color]
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