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Post by clementinegrey on Jan 21, 2011 0:05:45 GMT -5
Clementine loved art. She loved being creative, getting her hands dirty with paint, chalk, clay, etc. If her clothes got dirty... OK. Whatever. She could wash certain things out. Not the end of the world, she liked that style anyways. As said before: she loved art. Cleo came in during her free time to paint, although, right now she could simply be considered really early for class. She had advanced arts in a few douzen minutes. Oh well. She had been feeling creative after archery and decided to let it out on a canvas. But it was a slow start. Somewhere between the time she left her archery class and got to painting, her insperation faded. She could see the picture in her head, clear as day. But she couldn't paint it out. Cece took a deep breath. This wasn't the place for her to get mad... and the gods knew how easily she got mad. A few more strokes of terracotta here, some violet there. No. It was all wrong! Clementine took a step back and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. "Calm down..." She mumbled to herslef. She didn't want to start this, not inside the school.
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Post by jwb on Jan 21, 2011 23:33:47 GMT -5
The boy cast a wary look over one shoulder, as if expecting to be shouted at at any moment for treading these deserted halls. Which would be especially disturbing, considering how completely silent the place was, as if it were pressing in on him. What was up with these art students? His gaze wandered over the displays along the walls, so much creativity crammed into one space that it was weirdly impressive. Maybe it was just the fact that the school itself was so unusual, with so many unique talents already showcased, that art became sort of overshadowed, and concentrated in one wing of the building. Or maybe it was just the fact that he never ventured down this way that made the experience all the more overwhelming. Still, his attention was soon diverted from the artwork on the walls, to the numbers on the doors.
He vaguely remembered Scarlet telling him the room number, but he'd elected to not write it down. Stupid idea. Now he was left to wander, looking for a lucky break. She had said she would be in the art wing during break...
He could see an open door just ahead, and felt a wave of relief, relaxing his tensed shoulders. It really shouldn't have been this difficult to find a room, especially when the classes had apparently left all but the one. An easy grin played around the edges of his mouth, anticipating the usual enthusiastic greeting. One arm at a time, he began loosening the straps of his archer's wrist-guards, having the good sense to try and smooth his hair and look semi-presentable. True, Scarlet seemed alright with his appearance most of the time, but he didn't usually come find her right after archery either. Beneath a large dark gray hoodie, he was too warm, even after being outdoors, and he had the distinct impression that his deodorant would be working overtime, even if his shirt didn't look sweat stained just yet. The least he could do was not look completely disgusting when he found her.
Stepping through the doorway, he was pleased to find it pretty much empty. But his grin quickly disappeared when his eyes fell on bright whitish-blond hair, instead of Scarlet's dark locks. He stopped, eyes narrowing, before he finally cleared his throat to get the girl's attention. "Hey-uh," He didn't notice her muttered warnings, but his eyes flickered to her painting, spotting none of the problems that she had. It actually looked quite good. "You haven't seen a girl called Scarlet around here have you?" He was watching her from afar, but not openly staring, slightly perturbed by the sheer intensity of the stranger's hair.
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Post by clementinegrey on Jan 22, 2011 0:37:12 GMT -5
Clementine was still rubbing her temples as she tried to control her temper when she whipped her head around at the sound of a voice. A boy stood in the door way, he looked a little familiar, but Cleo wasn't really paying attention right now. Her eyes were wide with the sudden shock for just a moment while she listened. "Oh. Um, no. I haven't seen her, today." She turned around fully now, her paintbrush still in her hands. She rolled up one of the sleaves on the over-sized blouse she wore over her dress to prevent any paint from ruinning her clothes. Taking a good look at his face now, Cece started to think of what memory his face matched with. "Hey, aren't you in my archery class?" He looked like a senior though and that's what she couldn't understand but she was sure she had just seen him in her previous class. It made sense, he was wearing archery attire.
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Post by jwb on Jan 22, 2011 1:04:46 GMT -5
His shoulders sagged, as he took on a decidedly annoyed expression, hearing that Scarlet wasn't around. Great, he had the wrong room, but where else could he go? All the others were locked, and he really didn't have the patience to continue wandering, waiting for her to show up. Especially when he wanted to return to his dorm to clean up; she wouldn't mind, right?
Sighing, he looked toward the door, shrugging in defeat, until the girl piped up again. He turned back to her, one brow raised, instantly trying to put a name that he didn't know to the girl before him. He rarely paid attention to the other students when he dropped by another grade's archery class, but her hair was fairly unique, even in their school for demigods. If it weren't for the fact that he tried to remain focused during his practices, then he probably would have taken more notice of her at the time. As it was, the best he could do was dredge up some memory of surprise at seeing her remarkable appearance in passing. She was quite pretty, once you got over the shock of the hair and pale skin- was she an albino or something? He had to frequently remind himself to not stare, as if watching her unblinkingly might somehow answer his question.
"Just now?" He held up the wrist-guards, frowning slightly. "Nah, I just stop by when I've got a spare. You're a junior then?" Yes, he was somewhat out of place among the other classes, always off to the side with his own target and bows, but he hadn't pictured himself as being memorable. He had just returned from a junior level course, and it was honestly the only reason he could think of as to why this girl might recognize him. Leaning around to peer at the painting, he nodded to it unsmilingly. "Nice painting. Uh- extra credit?"
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Post by clementinegrey on Jan 22, 2011 8:51:55 GMT -5
He looked upset and disappointed when she admitted that she had not seen a girl by the name of Scarlet all day, although she knew who this girl was. Clementine knew many people by name but not by personality, such as Scarlet. Looking at the bit in the doorway, she could not place a name to his face. While she was sure some girls would be falling all over this handsome guy, Cleo was very reluctant to even tempt more than a simple conversation with him, which was a lot right there for her. She didn't handle being around guys too well, especially not alone. It was all thanks to her father and his abusing. She was now afraid in some ways of the male gender and it was something that bothered her something strong. She was a teenage girl! She was supposed to be falling for boys, flirting and approaching. She couldn't though. No. Her trust in men was horrible. "Just now?" Clementine gave a nod before pushing a strand of her natural snow-blond hair, just like her mother had, she had been told, out of her face while listening to him speak a little nervously. "Yes, I am." She admitted. "I'm Clementine Grey." She figured that introductions were in order. When he commented on her painting, she looked back at it with a frown. "Um, thanks. And no, not really. I just had some inspiration after Achery," Clementne started, her back now turned to him. "And somewhere between then and here I must have lost that inspiration cause it's all wrong!" Her voice started soft and grew rough and frustrated. Simple how fast she could anger herself so. Just like her mother as well. "Arg!" She made a frustrated sound, gripping to her paintbrush tightly enough for it to snap in her hand. Without trying, the brush caught fire in out single big burst of flames before it was completely urn in her hand. The flames didn't hurt her hand, even if she didn't usually hold nor touch what she was setting on fire. Cleo put the ashes in her pot of water before walking to the right of her ruined painting where there was a window. She stood there with her back toward the wall and her arms crossed across her chest, her light-green eyes looking outside. It took her a minute to calm down. "I'm sorry about freaking out like that." She didn't enjoy it. She was a loving and carng girl with the shortest temper. Like what she read about her mother.
(I'll have her freak out and burning the paint and stuff later)
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Post by jwb on Jan 22, 2011 13:16:37 GMT -5
He thought about offering his hand to shake when she told him her name, but it seemed a bit too formal. He followed her gaze back to the painting, nodding to himself.
"I'm Jon Brass." His eyes flicked back up to the girl, brow furrowing as she tensed up, her voice growing frustrated. He couldn't for the life of him see what was so wrong with the painting, and was startled as she gripped the paintbrush to the point of breaking, letting out an angry growl. Suddenly the whole brush went up, flames licking the wooden base and the bristles until there was nothing but ash to be dunked in the pot of water. Jon stepped forward, one hand outstretched, looking alarmed, but the girl had already turned away to stare out the window.
Slowly he let his hand fall, watching the girl's back apprehensively, stony faced. Naturally, he was thinking of the last time someone he knew had had a run in with fire at the hands of a student: Scarlet. Some demigod ass had burned her face to the point of scarring, and thought Jon was well aware of who the culprit actually was, he couldn't help feeling a little less kindly toward this girl. "What the hell was that about!?" His voice was no more than a murmur, but it sounded cold, accusatory.
"I'm sorry about freaking out like that."
Her apology didn't do much for him, but he looked away anyways, shaking his head, completely baffled. Apparently someone took their art pretty seriously. Sighing, he took the pot of water to the sink, pouring it out, just for something to do. He certainly wasn't leaving now, not when he wasn't sure if she was about to set the school on fire or something.
Turning, he leaned back against the counter, still watching her, waiting for an explanation.
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Post by clementinegrey on Jan 23, 2011 1:34:03 GMT -5
She could set anything on fire, she could wake anyone up at will and she could rejuvinate people's energy... but she could not keep a cool head over small things. These were the gifts and the curse of being a child of Alectrona. Clementine gazed far out at the courtyards shaking her head a little at Jon's reaction. "Jon. Everyone here has their... quirks." She sighed. Looking back at him, she saw that he had emptied the pot of water. She wanted to say thanks but she stood quietly for a moment. A pause. "I've got a short fuse, I make things catch fire... among other things." Cleo pushed herself off the wall and walked over to the esel. She took off the painting without looking at it, she wasn't going to get angry over it again. She placed it on the ground, resting it against the esel's legs before she walked across the room to get a new canvas and placed it where the other had been. Finding sudden humor in the situation, Cece grinned lightly at the blank canvas. "I'm sorry if I startled you."
(bad...)
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Post by jwb on Jan 23, 2011 2:34:10 GMT -5
He watched her shaking her head, crossing his arms impatiently.
"Jon. Everyone here has their... quirks."
He knew firsthand the truth in her words, but what he found most unsettling was the finality with which she spoke, saying his name as if she had always known him. The silence that she left was so absolute it was creepy, the pale faced girl staring across the room at him.
"I've got a short fuse, I make things catch fire... among other things."
"Yeah, no kidding." He snorted, eyes following her as she replaced her painting with a blank canvas. He took a step toward the door, glancing over his shoulder at Cleo. He wanted to find what he had come looking for in the first place, but now there was the added curiosity of this girl's story drawing him in. That, and the suspicion he still held to.
"No, I was just...yeah, okay, you startled me." He nodded in agreement, shrugging dismissively."I just wasn't expecting...that, I guess." He left his archery gear on the counter, stepping toward the easel, hands in his pockets. He cast a sidelong glance her way, trying to now gage her mood, relieved to see that a grin had taken the place of the scowl. Belatedly it occurred to him that perhaps it wasn't such a great idea for him to be there. Although he was a mimic, he had still acquired most of his god's powers. The most irritating of which was that he unknowingly inflicted depression on those nearby, a power that Scarlet insisted he was able to curb. Lately she was convinced that he was controlling it to the point of it disappearing in most cases, but he rarely noticed the difference in people's behavior, especially when they were still just a stranger to him.
"So what other 'quirks' do you have?" He raised a brow, hoping she might open up about her other abilities, if she had them. He knew it was a rude thing to ask to a stranger, and he was testing his luck with her temper, but it was like closing a book halfway through the ending and forcing yourself to just forget about it.
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Post by clementinegrey on Jan 24, 2011 21:15:30 GMT -5
Cleo's grin fell a little and she looked at Jon from the corner of her eye at his comment. She wasn't going to let that get to her. Her grin came back, but only half, as she straightened the new blank canvas on the easel. She laughed lightly to herself when he admitted to being startled. It was reasonable, though, if you didn't know her and what she did. "No one ever expects it. It can be hard for some people to guess who's a certain person Olympic parent or mimic. Or even Nymphs, but they're easy to identify." Clementine started. "I personally enjoy taking guesses." At this point Jon had come to stand next to her. It was nothing against him, but she was just uncomfortable around guys. It was all her father's fault, his abuse, his rage toward her goddess mother leaving had finally come out when she started going through her changes. When her abilities started to come in and act up. Cece wrapped her arms around herself and walked over to one of the tables, leaning against it, creating a little more distance between herself and Jon. After distancing herself a little and getting a little more comfortable, she felt that she could continue. "I mean, I've done a lot of research on the Olympians, I learn more and more everyday in class. Some of the demigods and demigoddesses resemble their godly parent physically as well. Certain traits." She smiled. What other quirks? "I can rejuvinate people's energy and I can wake people up." She shrugged a little. She then turned the question to him. "How about you? What's your quirks?"
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Post by jwb on Jan 24, 2011 23:06:12 GMT -5
He nodded, though his expression shifted to a frown as she subtly moved away. He was fairly sure that even after archery he didn't smell that bad, but with the way she folded her arms, looking uncertain, it was almost as if she expected him to lash out at her or something. He simply leaned back against his own wall, copying her stance.
"I mean, I've done a lot of research on the Olympians, I learn more and more everyday in class. Some of the demigods and demigoddesses resemble their godly parent physically as well. Certain traits."
He smiled then, brow creasing slightly. He'd never given it much thought, but after almost four years at the school, his desire to learn more of the Olympians had diminished. Maybe it was the fact that being a mimic had never worked in his favor, or maybe it was Jon himself. He just wasn't predisposed to basking in the idea of education being good fortune. It was almost disturbing to think that all this time he just barely retained any knowledge of the gods.
"I can rejuvenate people's energy and I can wake people up."
His brows shot up. At last he was able to put a name to her goddess; she must have been one of Alectrona, what with the temper and all. And so it brought him back to that bitter taste in his mouth, that tension that strummed through him as he thought of Scarlet's lasting injuries.
As Cleo turned the question on him, he instantly seemed to become guarded, straightening up, eyes cold.
"Nothing extraordinary, just some mood alteration...stuff," He waved a hand, voice trailing off dismissively, trying to draw the attention away from himself. Hands in his pockets, he pushed away from the wall, walking slowly over to her. He tilted his head slightly, studying the girl, eyes flitting back and forth over her face was a distant sort of annoyance. "So what do you do with the whole fire thing then?" He crossed his arms, looking impatient. "Ever burned anyone before?" He raised a brow, face no longer friendly. He knew somewhere in his mind that he wasn't being fair, acting as if this girl Clementine had given him a reason to dislike her. But he couldn't shake the vision of Scarlet, the prejudice that said that this girl was dangerously unstable. He wanted to see for himself what she was capable of, even if it was just to reassure himself that her powers could be controlled. And if that meant goading her on, then he would do it.
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