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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Nov 14, 2010 7:03:10 GMT 10
Even though the boy told her not to worry about it, she still felt so terribly bad for bringing up such a subject as this. Eliza only ever enjoyed talking about her father when she could speak ill of him and not have to listen to his faithful students babble on about how amazing he was, so she understood how painful it could be for him to have to listen to her mention fathers.
As the boy started to play again, Eliza relaxed slightly, hoping he truly wasn't offended by her rudeness, and as he spoke about his father's condition after their encounter, she tried to seem lighthearted about it, but she couldn't bring herself to be. "I'll make sure never to cross you then," Eliza murmured, attempting to be humorous- but failed miserably- still unable to force herself to start playing again.
Eliza truly wished she didn't act the way she did sometimes; she was too competitive and had to be right in everything- which she usually found she was- but putting out a competition to see who had the worse father was probably the lowest one yet. Never before had she felt so guilty. "So, what's in the bottle?" Eliza asked gently, trying to change the subject, hoping the boy would follow.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Nov 20, 2010 7:11:20 GMT 10
The girl seemed to feel bad after only noticing his black eye at that moment and Arkasel did his best to try and convince her not to worry since she couldn't have known it was from his father rather than a student or accident. Trying to play again was easier with the simpler tune now, rather he wasn't so much working on the mechanical focuses of the song but rather just hitting the keys gently to make himself feel calmer about the whole situation of thoughts about his miserable excuse for a parent.
He tried to lighten the situation by offering his fathers condition from it and a weak laugh but the girl remained quiet and mentioned she'd make sure not to cross him. "You're the principal's daughter. If I tried that I have a feeling I'd have half a dozen staff members dragging me to his office very quickly" he replied as he managed to get his left hand to play in time as well after a moment. "Besides I'm not that bad... Then again being Irish does make people a bit uneasy what with the stereotypes and..." he said as he drifted off, realising why it might have been the reason that his teachers this year had been a little more quiet towards him with the black eye.
Eventually the girl seemed to perk up, changing the conversation softly towards the contents of his bottle. Normally a guarded secret but he felt bad that she felt bad for him which lowered his guard. "Home distilled Vodka WELL.... Ethanol watered down" he replied with a pause in the middle wondering if he could call it vodka on that premise rather than just weak ethanol... It just had a nicer ring to it.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Nov 22, 2010 0:23:39 GMT 10
The fact that she was the headmaster's daughter had struck Eliza as interesting as it came out of someone else's mouth: she really had a lot more power than she realised. If she so must as muttered the word 'help', her father would be onto it within seconds, always looking for ways to grab hold of her love and affection. Eliza merely chuckled at the boy's prediction of what might happen if he tried to lay a finger on her.
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that," Eliza replied lightly, still looking at the bottle as he answered her question. Even the thought of vodka hurt Eliza's throat, having many bad experiences with the drink. "Best be careful with that," Eliza warned, raising an eyebrow and nodding towards the bottle. "You don't want it falling into the wrong hands, you never know who might turn you in."
A smirk grew over Eliza's lips, hinting at the fact that she could easily tell a teacher about his alcohol, but the prospect of her actually doing that was ridiculous. Although she wasn't a massive drinker, she wasn't going to try and get someone expelled who might be good for a midnight swig every now and then.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Nov 22, 2010 21:32:57 GMT 10
Well the night had had it's ante raised recently when Arkasel had found he wasn't sitting beside just any other student at the school but rather the daughter of the head of it. Things where precariously balanced on the two sides, if he messed up he was in for a world of trouble if she decided to make his life hell. On the plus side it also meant that he possibly had the chance of a new friend, one willing to try and put up with him learning to use the piano.
After his mention that he might be dragged off if he tried anything she told him that he didn't have to worry about it, though that was Arkasel through and through. Always thinking of the worst possible outcome and trying to minimize it. She questioned the contents of the bottle and feeling bad for making her feel bad about his family he answered before she told him to be careful since he didn't want it in the wrong hands and who'd turn him in. "Believe me when I am. Only two people know and your one of them... Besides" he replied to her little smirk as he finally seemed to manage getting his hands playing together for a few moments with his eyes away from the keys.
"Staying below the radar is what I do best socially. You'd have to catch me red handed for any chance of a conviction" he added after. He was insanely careful in his work, cleaning every piece of equipment perfectly, airing the fume cupboard and re-balancing the solutions in the chemistry lab. Along with making sure his containers where always either hidden excessively well when not with him or cleaned and filled with something else to remove the smell and suspicion.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Nov 29, 2010 13:09:43 GMT 10
Eliza's fingers finally managed to find their way back to the keys and she played along with the boy who seemed to have become more comfortable with playing the short, repeated tune. While she continued the same main melody, every four bars or so Eliza added variations to it, keeping the tune interesting and intriguing. Eliza was very much enjoying herself, and she had really doubted she would ever feel that way at this school.
"Who said I'd be the one to turn you in though?" Eliza half asked, half commented as she glanced at the boy before looking out over the empty chairs within the auditorium. "I'm not saying that I won't be keeping my eyes peeled though."
Eliza's smirk sat comfortably on her lips now, unable to wipe it away as she constantly found reason to have it there, and although it had diminished, it was stuck. As her eyes rolled over the vibrant red chairs, Eliza began to imagine each of the velvet chairs becoming occupied by people, their faces staring up at her and the boy, listening intently to their tune. Eliza very much liked the idea of playing and singing in front of thousands of people, since it had been a long time since she'd performed somewhere. She very much hoped this school provided her with lots of performance opportunities because she missed showcasing her talents in front of those who took the time out to watch her.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Nov 30, 2010 13:49:35 GMT 10
The girl joined him again on the piano, matching the short and slightly dull little tune as she mixed in her own little variations of interest that she had been doing whilst trying to help him learn. He was still focusing hard on playing the piano and slowly but surely he was managing to be half decent for a scientist with no practice before.
She questioned about why he thought she would be the one to turn him in as she glanced to him for a moment before out to the auditorium and the waves of chairs that filled it. "No-one, but I learned years ago back home. It's hard to trust people when so many of them are willing to forget you in the blink of an eye... It's a natural reaction to assume everyone will stab me in the back, sorry if it sounds offensive" he replied quietly, his hands stopping mid tune as he glanced out over the auditorium with the girl at all the chairs.
So many times there had been performances and such he'd been told to go to, so many times he sat in a chair at the back near the wall and away from groups of others with their friends. It just reminded him that he'd never done well with people, despite the fact that it was often other science students he sat beside that talked amongst each other without him, giving up after so long of him seeming like he didn't care with their invites. If only they'd known that the reason he pushed himself to be better and spend so long in the books was to try prove to himself he was worth something.
He half absent mindedly shifted to a very slow single finger press of happy birthday, remembering how he was turning 18 in a matter of weeks and then he could be found acceptable for acting his age instead of to old. How he hated birthdays... just another day in his life but for so many people it seemed to be something special, like surviving another year was an achievement in that day and age.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Dec 5, 2010 21:08:03 GMT 10
Eliza kept her eyes on the auditorium before her, becoming astounded by the amount of chairs there were. Were there really enough students in the school to fill each and every seat? Eliza didn't think so, but she wouldn't put it past her ancestors to make an unnecessarily large auditorium simply for its looks. Eliza did note, however, that there was more to it that the way it looked; the sound of the piano resonated beautifully throughout the large room and rang slightly after each note was played. The auditorium was built in great detail and with such beautiful acoustics that it gave Eliza goosebumps up her arms as they played.
As the boy spoke, Eliza pulled her mind back to their conversation, her head nodding as she absentmindedly agreed with him. Taking in his words fully and processing them, Eliza replied: "I don't find that offensive, on the contrary I can very much relate to situations like that, it's hard to trust everyone you want to," Eliza muttered, her eyes still resting on the chairs. "And I suppose when it comes to illegal things like alcohol it can become even harder to trust those around you. But don't worry, you can trust me, believe me, the last thing I want to do is talk to Mr Desrosiers." Eliza put on an overly accentuated, and sarcastic, tone of affection as she said her father's name, shaking her head lightly, hoping the boy may be able to consider her as someone he could trust.
As the boy pulled his fingers off the keys, keeping only one extended, Eliza's attention turned to his hand, his rendition of Happy Birthday amusing her. Although he was obviously not a musically driven person, he was doing a good job of playing a song by ear. Although it was a rather drawn out and slower version of the song, the chords and melody with which Eliza accompanied him made the song a lot more appealing than usual.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Dec 8, 2010 17:41:05 GMT 10
Eliza queried why he thought she might be the one to turn him in and he told her the honest truth of how he expected everyone to forget him or see him as someone they could betray without any shame or remorse since he was hard to remember. A sad way to see the world but one he had grown up with and adapted to over the years to keep himself alive and as scar free as possible. She nodded in agreeance to his surprise and a moment later told him how she took no offense and that she could relate on finding it hard to trust everyone.
"Most have no idea do they..." he replied before she went on adding that illegal substances and activities didn't help either, before going further to try and reassure him that she would be one he could trust since the last thing she wanted was to speak to her father with a heavy emphasis of spite on the name that made him nod his head. "Maybe... I'll try" he replied quietly as he moved his hand down the keys and quietly sat playing the happy birthday theme slowly.
It seemed to work with her music however, making him feel slightly better rather than before as the thought of growing older became a little more appealing. He'd heard so many times that teenage years where meant to be your best, but to him the thought of freedom from the pains and troubles of it in his twenties and thirties was far more appealing. It meant he wouldn't have to deal with the social norms and pains and instead try to live a quiet and more normal life as a researcher, maybe not as glamorous as an Actress, Musician or Sports star like the other students mostly but one he could be proud of at least to himself.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Dec 14, 2010 7:46:37 GMT 10
Although he sounded somewhat reluctant and not completely sure of his decision to trust her or not, Eliza felt comforted knowing that she could possibly gain the trust of a single individual, even if she wasn't the best at making friends. She glanced at him for a moment then looked back out at the chairs, mulling over his words for a moment before replying.
"I'll be the first to admit that I'm probably one of the most closed and reserved people in the world, except for when it comes to music," Eliza commented briefly, believing that the reason she was being so open with this boy was because she was currently surrounded by music. "But it would be nice to know I can trust at least one person in this school." Or two.. Eliza thought to herself, thinking of her brother whom she trusted more than any other human being on the planet.
Eliza was very glad she was at her school with her brother because he always knew how to calm her down and make her feel welcome, even when she was experiencing the complete opposite. All he had to do was give her a hug and smile convincingly and that would generally do the trick. She was incredibly thankful for Jeremy and was hoping maybe this boy could be the start of something knew in Eliza's life: a friend.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Dec 14, 2010 18:54:22 GMT 10
Looking around the room made Arkasel realise even more how large the school was and felt a little worse at the fact that in that wide a body he was one of the most freakish of the lot. He'd never been good at the whole friends thing, he just didn't have much common ground and had always been a small kid with glasses with a slightly off tone voice when at school. It had only been recently that he'd grown and started to use contacts, yet he still felt like the same little kid anytime he walked past the Jocks in the school. But he was quickly tugged out of his thoughts as Elisa spoke.
She told him how she admitted to being one of the most closed off people he would find at the school unless she was around music, a loophole that saved her since he would have said she didn't show it save for the now miraculous piano that did the job. "Most people would say that is a foolish way to be... I'm not one of them if you hadn't guessed" he replied to her quietly as a moment later she went further saying it would be nice to know she could trust at least one person at the school. It took him a few moments a catch on at the keys before he paused for a moment and looked back.
"As would I... Just need to work around the fear of betrayal but I think I could manage it" he replied, thinking that the year had been the best so far in his life at the school. Sure he'd had a major mess up back home that he wished to forget entirely but he'd met two people at the school who'd given him the light of day and not tried to take a pot shot, that alone made it a pinnacle tipper.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Dec 18, 2010 22:03:55 GMT 10
Eliza's smirk slowly formed to make a soft smile on her lips, feeling as though she was slowly gaining this boy's trust which she seemed to desire even though she was generally quite unlikely to do so. She continued to play along with him, her accompanying chords still resonating with the short melody he was playing, acting as good background music to their conversation.
"I must say, I'm quite glad you're not one of those people," Eliza replied, feeling comforted in knowing that she wasn't the only one to feel reserved. "As for betrayal, I don't do that sort of thing, trust me. I've been treated badly in far too many situations to allow myself to put others through the same thing. So I think you could probably manage it around me." Eliza could count on one hand the people she could truly trust in this world, and that was far too little a number for a teenage girl.
One might expect the people who she could trust would include her immediate family and closest friends, but sadly only three of her fingers belonged to family, only one to a friend and the last to a teacher. Her brother, grandmother and grandfather of her mother's side, her childhood friend who had moved to the U.S two years prior to her leaving for Desrosiers' and her old singing coach were the only ones she could cling to for trust. Her father had lost his place in her circle of trust the moment he hurt his family, as for her mother, well she was a-whole-nother ball game. Although she'd been there for Eliza through most of her life, for the past six months she had been doing nothing but argue and patronise her, then she shipped her off to her father. Eliza had seen too much betrayal and not enough trust in her life to truly open up to anyone aside from this five people, but she knew that when she met a trustworthy person she'd be able to open up again. Was it strange that she had found another trustworthy person so quickly?
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Dec 19, 2010 3:23:40 GMT 10
Arkasel admitted to Eliza that he was not one of those people who believed in trusting people right off the bat and rather remained cautious of everyone. But she didn't give the reaction he expected of calling it off but instead saying she was quite glad that he was not that type of people who tried to keep sealed away. Instead she went a little further to say about betrayal being her sort of attitude since she'd been through hell enough to let herself do such things to another and for that he could trust her.
He knew to well of betrayal from family alone and the few times he risked opening to others as friends. He struggled enough for teachers not to stab him in the back. But something about the girl was making him think twice about it, she seemed so like him in a manner that he felt secure about not her trying to hurt him. ”Thanks... Nice for once not to be called strange for it, that and betrayal is something you never forget you understand to It seems” he replied as he gave a small smile, it was nice for once not to feel alone.
It was weird... he felt more like she was a safer bet than most to talk to and risk more open facts that usually remained hidden. He usually didn't feel anywhere near this safe talking to anyone, usually it would be for family for most people but for him even that didn't feel safe.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Dec 22, 2010 9:02:08 GMT 10
As the boy spoke, the 'Happy Birthday' song was coming to a close, and so Eliza played a perfect cadence in her chords to make it sound absolutely complete and resolved, the song ending, if she may say so herself, beautifully. She rested her fingers on the keys, her foot on the resonating pedal, as she prepared herself to reply, unable to help but feel a little comforted by the boys words.
"Definitely not something you can forget, and girls tend to hold grudges as well, so we're pretty bad with betrayal," Eliza explained, the last chord she played ringing out across the auditorium, the oncoming silence not actually scaring her, for once. "And besides, it's hard to even talk to someone after they've betrayed you, let alone losing your trust in them."
Eliza was feeling more and more easy about staying at the school now knowing she had another person who she could confined in if needed, and she wouldn't have to worry about any trust factors. Eliza took in a long breath and let it out, looking around at the chairs and taking in her new home. Maybe it won't be so bad here.. she thought as the chord shrunk, a strange feeling entering the room as the silence overcame her.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Dec 25, 2010 3:58:33 GMT 10
As the song came to a close, Arkasel felt a hint of sadness hit him at the thought of it before the girl finished it off in a peaceful and resonating manner that lingered in the hall. He thanked her for understanding and not calling him strange for mistrust and she replied that he was ok with it since girls apparently held grudges as pretty badly as well. ”Not so much grudges but rather I keep as more of a paranoid fear for safety” he replied with a small shrug as the chord rang to a silence slowly.
She added after that once you'd been betrayed it made it hard to trust them again, ”I know the feeling all to well....” he agreed after with a gentle nod of his head, he'd learnt that lesson years before and had a series of reminders hit him at times to note it. It was nice being able to talk to another about these things, so long he'd kept them quiet and now he was able to feel no more like he was a freak of nature.
But he was still careful, while he was beginning to trust her more and more he was on guard in case of others and to be safe. He didn't want to be at risk of being betrayed at the school since it was one of the few sanctuaries he had left in the world. ”Thanks for this... Nice to know I'm not the only student with trust issues student here”
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Dec 26, 2010 23:08:06 GMT 10
Eliza smiled at the boy's words, liking the term he used instead of grudges, his creativity impressing her. She nodded as he spoke, glad he had enjoyed their talk and that they had something to relate to each other with, it was just a shame it wasn't on such a positive platform. Eliza had never really thought about talking to someone about this sort of thing before (except when she occasionally ranted to her brother about their father) and she would have never believed she could connect with someone on such a strange level as trust issues. While they had very different interests and reasons for being at the school, the two had much more in common than what showed on the surface.
"Yeah, it's a good feeling knowing I'm not alone in this massive school," Eliza agreed, nodding lightly. As she sat there for a moment, she realised something: she didn't even know the boy's name. Eliza knew so much about this boy- or at least the the beginning of so much- but she didn't know what he went by. "You know, I never did catch your name." She then realised this was quite an off topic request, but the moment she realised she didn't know his name, she didn't care about anything else, she needed a name to go with the hard, strong face that sat before her.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Dec 28, 2010 6:56:38 GMT 10
The two students talking in the auditorium may have seemed out of place at this hour but it was even more if you knew of the two students backgrounds since they wouldn't usually talk to others about their problems. But I was strangely pleasant, knowing he wasn't the only one who'd been screwed over countless times beyond belief in the school. Even though they seemed on opposite ends of the spectrum of the social hierarchy made it more interesting.
”I have to agree, nice to know one year may be easier than previous years” he agreed with her as they sat in the quiet for a few moments and he took yet another swig from his bottle. The burning taste of the alcohol did well at chasing away the cold, numbing himself a little from it as he dashed along the hallways at night. Though once he had put the bottle down the girl reminded him that she'd never gotten his name to which he nodded with a small laugh. ”Yes I noticed that to...” he replied as he remained quiet for a moment and looked down to the keys.
”Arkasel Redfield” he said after a few seconds as he looked back up to her and offered a hand out to shake, a way to offer friendliness without all the hoop jumping society seemed to normally demand.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Dec 30, 2010 10:22:53 GMT 10
As the boy took another sip, Eliza wondered what the mystery drink would taste like against the cool evening, not doubting that it would do a good job of warming her up. She had a sudden urge to ask for a sip, but she thought that would be way too inappropriate, considering she had only just met him too. As he placed the bottle down, Eliza's eyes followed his hand as he reached it out and invited her to meet him properly.
"It's very nice to make your acquaintance," Eliza said as she took his large, strong hand in hers and shook it lightly, her small hand becoming encapsulated within his. Eliza, however, was watching his face, his strong features burning into her eyes. She now wasn't only smiling because she was receiving his name, but also because she was suddenly in a very calm and comfortable place. She felt, dear she say it, glad to be at Desrosiers' School for the Gifted and Talented. "And I do hope this year is better than past ones," Eliza added quickly, sincerely hoping it would be more enjoyable for him.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Dec 31, 2010 22:22:13 GMT 10
The drink helped to keep his head level and mind in check as the conversation calmed a little. But eventually it arose to the fact that she didn't know his name to which he decided to risk it and offered it with a hand of introduction. She said it nice to meet him in a posher manner, her grin sparking another on his own lips that he couldn't wipe off.
"I have a feeling it'll at least be a bit more interesting" he replied as she let go of his hand and it dropped back down as he took a glance at the room. "Starting to wonder how much I've missed in this school hiding away" he added after, thinking that if he'd met more people in the past that held his interest like her if his years at the school would have been drastically different.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Jan 1, 2011 12:58:12 GMT 10
As their hands fell apart, Eliza followed his gaze across the room then down towards the magnificent piano in front of them. His words struck Eliza as quite interesting and as she thought about them, she truly hoped she'd be seeing more of the boy and their contact wouldn't be restricted to this one night. He was a pleasant person to have a conversation with and he seemed to understand where she was coming from in most of what she had to say, and she got the feeling he saw her in the same way.
"Well, since this is my first year, I've already missed so much, maybe we could discover it together," Eliza suggested, her words almost sounding like a question. She didn't how old Arkasel was, or what year he was in, but it didn't seem to bother her in the least. Even if he was older than her (although, that could only be by a year) or younger, she crossed metaphorical fingers in hope that he wouldn't forget about her and they wouldn't meet again. She wondered how different the year may have turned out if they both hadn't have snuck away from the majority of the school and entered the auditorium outside of the rules.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Jan 1, 2011 23:05:28 GMT 10
The conversation had turned to greetings and admitting hopes that the year would be more interesting now, especially compared to the three he'd spent at the school hiding away he was curious as to how it would be now. Eliza agreed saying it was her first year and she had missed a majority already and suggested they could find out together.
It surprised Ark but made him smile as he nodded, ”I'd like that” he replied as he took a quick glance to the roof of the room. He'd spent so long at the school he had a mental map of it buried in his head but he was sure there where always new pathways to be found and interesting places hidden away he hadn't yet found. It would be interesting to have someone to talk to about it or even just who knew the same sort of things he had to deal with.
”Holidays at least mean it'll be a bit quiet” he said after a moment looking about the room, it was always easier over the holidays to sneak about, less chance of other students of finding out you as you went along.
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