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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Jan 3, 2011 19:24:29 GMT 10
As Arkasel smiled with a nod, Eliza felt a wave of relief fall over her, glad she hadn't seemed too outgoing in what she'd said. She liked the idea of discovering the school with someone who knew it well, or at least better than herself, that way she wouldn't find herself walking into broom closets or walking around with a map in her hands. She didn't want to be the geeky new girl trying to find her way with a crude map who was made fun of, however she highly doubted anyone would make fun of her, they probably all thought she would get them a detention. She didn't particularly like that idea either, except for the whole power and control aspect of it.
Eliza nodded as the boy spoke, picturing a more empty school to explore, knowing that would be an easier feat than facing one with hundreds of students walking around. "I'd imagine so," Eliza replied, wondering just how many people go away for the holidays. "Do a lot of people go away for the holidays here?" If she had it her way, Eliza wouldn't go home or stay at school, she'd grab Jeremy and go somewhere like New York or England, somewhere she could have a white Christmas with the person she cared about the most. There was always little chance of snow in France, and she doubted her chances for this year.
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Post by Miss V. Cunningham on Jan 27, 2011 23:10:06 GMT 10
Miss Cunningham’s sensible black shoes made loud clacking noises around the ground floor. She had come down the stairs from her office on the fifth floor to do her usual rounds all the way up. At this time of day, she had a fair few amount of things to do, but she never went without doing her rounds, making sure that all the students were following school rules. The school was a giant machine, and it was her job to make sure the machine ran smooth, no matter what happened.
She continued on, confidently, on her usual route through the prop room to check the auditorium roster sheet, to make sure that the right people were using the room, or if not, to turn off all the lights and lock up for the night. It was a duty she had taken upon herself since finding many unauthorised events in the auditorium after hours.
Miss Cunningham swung the door that connected the prop room to the outside hallway and waltzed up to the control panel backstage. Lost in her thoughts, she scanned the roster sheet and nodded when she saw no one was rostered for the rest of the day. Just as the older woman switched off the lights, she heard a voice coming from the stage.
With a burdened sigh, Miss Cunningham switched the lights back on and began to walk around to the wings of the stage. “Hello? Who is there?”
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Feb 8, 2011 15:07:16 GMT 10
Arkasel explained of the empty school and offered to show her about, adding the mention that over the holidays it tended to be far simpler since there was less chance of getting caught. She queried I many went away of the period as he nodded slowly and softly in reply, ”Yeah, quite a few. It get's really empty really around here to be honest. Not many of us stick around” he replied with a weak smile, he'd spent nearly every holiday at the school so far with the summer being the only exception for the obvious normal reasons.
The next thing he knew but the lights went out and he heard a sigh to which he cursed quietly in Gaeilge. ”Come on” he said jumping to grab his bottle and her arm as he headed toward the edge of the stage, jumping down to the chairs to grab his bag with the bottle now tucked away. ”Through here” he said quietly as he lead her onwards with a grasped arm to the door at the edge of the stage as the voice rang out behind them.
He quickly pulled her through the small door and let it click into place quietly as he guided her up to the back and behind the thick blackout curtain to the other side and the door to the prop room with the hallway shining gently in the light of freedom. ”One more word of advice” he offered as they rounded the corner to the stairs as he finally let go of her only realising then he had been half dragging her. ”Don't let Cunningham catch you. She's like a shark of a deputy, no half measures on discipline”
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Feb 13, 2011 8:49:08 GMT 10
Eliza nodded as he replied, wondering what it would be like to be one of the few who stayed behind during the holidays, still not one hundred percent sure as to what she would be doing this year. She figured it all depended on what Jeremy was doing, because, no matter what, she was staying with him.
Before Eliza could even form a reply in her mouth, the lights in the auditorium went out and Arkasel had grabbed her by the arm and was pulling her across the stage. Taken aback, Eliza looked around vigorously for the cause of his sudden outburst, and the reason they were now in near pitch black darkness. Unable to find the source of the commotion, Eliza allowed him to pull her by the arm, not too sure where they should go or what they should do.
As he hopped off the stage, Eliza's arm still in his, Eliza stumbled slightly, landing a little unevenly on the floor, somehow avoiding a rolled ankle. Once he had his bag, the two of them were bustling through a small door and into what she guessed was the prop room just as a voice rang from the stage, not sounding too happy at all. Ahead of her, Eliza could see a beacon of hope: a light shining from the hallway ahead of them. As they entered the light, Arkasel let go of her arm, his strong hands leaving a small red impression on her arm which, she knew, was only there because she had such pale skin. As he told her about the deputy, Eliza looked behind them, hoping she wouldn't suddenly pop out of nowhere and give them both detentions.
"Thanks," Eliza said in reply, starting her way towards the main stair case, thinking it best to get to their dorms as soon as possible. "I'll be sure to steer clear of her then." Although she was sure the deputy wouldn't try anything with her, being she was the headmaster's daughter, Eliza couldn't rule out the chance that she was a harsh woman who would gladly go behind her boss' back to get her way. In that respect, Eliza and the deputy may have a lot in common.
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Post by Arkasel Redfield on Feb 17, 2011 13:10:47 GMT 10
Running from trouble was something Arkasel was not new to the idea or practice of. It had been one of his main rules for years since often it had involved groups of people after him in school and his neighbourhood or those in authority like teachers when he hid in classrooms to avoid them and try to get better at class. So even heading to this school where he had less trouble with the other students due to the different community and his sudden growth spurt he kept to it, since experimenting was illegal after hours he had to dodge the teachers.
He'd gotten very good at it over the years and his cardio showed it as did his reactions for judgement but it was only after they'd escaped that he realised he was still holding onto the girl tightly and let go instantly and leaving marks on her arm that he hated himself for. He didn't have that much strength... Did he? He was just another nerd. ”Sorry, I didn't mean to grab you” he said quietly as he looked down to the floor for a moment in shame and listened for anyone coming.
Instead he heard silence followed by Eliza thanking him and footsteps heading towards the stairs as she told him she'd do her best to dodge them. ”Don't worry about it. Have a good night” he replied with a gentle nod and looked to his left, back again and then back to his left as he headed down the hall towards the further away stairs at the end of it that took him to his dorm.
It had been one interesting night and his gut gave him a feeling that it wouldn't be the only one he'd be having this year.
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Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Feb 20, 2011 13:55:34 GMT 10
Eliza shook her head as she rubbed her arm slightly, trying to bring her normal colour back. She wasn't in any actual pain, but her pale skin and the fact that she bruised easily made it look bad. "Oh, don't worry about it," Eliza said before taking the first step, watching as the boy made his way down the corridor. "Have a good night," she called out behind him as she turned back to face the tall staircase ahead of her.
Eliza then walked up the stairs, a small smile plastered on her face. It had been an eventful night and she truly hoped she'd be running into that boy again. She had met some interesting people but none compared to Arkasel; their conversations were entertaining yet she was able to open up to him, and that was rare for Eliza. As her foot hit the top step and she made her way to the next staircase, a small butterfly feeling built up in her stomach and she couldn't believe it, but she suddenly felt giddy. She cursed under her breath and continued onto the CAPA floor, trying to wipe his mischievous grin from her mind.
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