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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 26, 2012 21:33:13 GMT -5
In the middle of a large, deserted arena, a single boy stood with a long, thin sword. Pyre's sanity had come close to snapping countless times in the past week. Now, he was just trying to escape from humanity. It was free period, a time for teachers to catch up on grading papers at the last minute or simply taking a break from students. It was a time for said students to socialize and walk around Academy Grounds.
Most would be sitting in their dorms taking a nap or socializing in the common room. The few kids who did come outside would probably go to the pool or just stand outside the building. Pyre decided to come to the arena, as it was usually empty - especially in winter. Since they were in the inner parts of Virginia, it still got pretty cold, so not many ventured out, too far and, if they did, they would go to the Metal Workshop and get warm from the fires burning inside.
But Pyre came to the arena. He came, enduring the cold. In fact, he embraced it. It took his mind off of his past. It kept him focusing on the present - on staying warm. He wore a thin t-shirt with a sky blue jacket over it, unzipped. His jeans were nothing special, either, for keeping out the cold. It wasn't the best sword-fighting attire, either. But it would do as Pyre wasn't about to go and change.
Twirling his sword - Cyclone - he began to train, first slicing and stabbing at the air. Eventually, he turned and faced the dummies he'd set up around the entire perimeter of the arena, as well as dotting the interior. Raising his sword, he lunged forward and beheaded one, turning fluidly into a stab into the gut of another. A mixture of dirt, sand, and hay poured out of each wound he inflicted.
Soon, he was making use of his powers and a hidden dagger in a special pocket sewn onto the jeans for just that purpose. He would amputate an arm and sever a head from one dummy. Then, he would stab another clean through, until the blade was in as far as possible. Then, he would propel that dummy with the wind, fling it into several others. Spinning around, he drew his dagger and, in one fluid, blurred motion, sliced at another. He would make his way toward his sword, embedded into the stomachs of many dummies, and yank it out, beheading another dummy while spinning.
He was an expert fighter - it came naturally to him. But he usually stayed out of conflict. No one, not even his best friends, knew just how far he would go in a battle if he became angry - or insane - enough. About a quarter of the dummies had either been beheaded or run through, when he heard something behind him. Returning his dagger to his pocket, he turned to see who was watching him, or perhaps just showing up.
(The reply doesn't have to be this long... it just sorta grew pretty long and I went into detail! ;D )
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Post by Matthew Erikson on Jan 27, 2012 15:32:04 GMT -5
Garret didn't look at Pyre. His hand a copied with the files he was holding as he shuffled through paper. Garret was in the arena to possibly take a break or find some peace. The dance had been confusing and a bit uncomfortable. And since then he had focused entirely on his teacher application and his soon to be new job teaching a class. Or rather his friends.
Garret, tall, handsome, strong, and lean seemed to be oblivious to the fact his best friend or rather was best friend since nothing ended perfect thanks to some drama. His sea green eyes scanned the files. Grades and teacher reports taking his attention. He didn't seem to notice Pyre or his insanely good fighting skills.
He continued walking and nearly rammed into Pyre if a sheet of paper hadn't flitted away and he lookedup to catch it. And spot Pyre in the process. He grinned or half grinned unsure what mood he was in. "Hey Pie, still training?" he teased lightly not wanting to fight.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Jan 27, 2012 23:18:26 GMT -5
After getting most of his anger out on the poor dummies, Pyre didn't have much left for Garret, so he smiled instead. "Yeah, that's why I'm better than you!" he laughed, his stormy blue eyes kind and unwilling to hate. Garret had been his best friend for years so he felt he owed it to him to not hold any grudges. They may not ever become as close as they were just a couple weeks ago, but a part of Pyre still wanted to be friends with Garret - to act as if the dance had never happened.
Decapitating another dummy, he kicked the head up into the air, toward the wall, dirt hay and sand spinning through the air, falling from the rag that was once at the top of the dummy. "Still trying to get a teaching job?"
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Post by Justin Harris on Jan 29, 2012 13:18:15 GMT -5
Garret rolled his eyes at Pyre amused. But made no comment "Sword fighting may be yours, but you know I have everything else," he grinned shrugging innocently but his words cocky. His dark hair had recently been cut slightly shorter and now it didn't cover his eyes. Rather shifted to the side skater style.
Garret watched momentarily as Pyre destroyed the poor ugly rag. He grinned "Yup, but I'm debating on what to teach my new students, who let me add includes you," he grinned. "Don't be afraid Pye detention will suddently detain you for no reason," he laughed knowing that if he got this job he'd have to wait awhile first and probably won't see Pye or Max very often. "But I'm thinking of holding it off a couple years..." he said shrugging
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 29, 2012 13:31:37 GMT -5
Pyre laughed but didn't reply to Garret's words. Mostly because there was a bit of truth to them. Garret got the most girls and the best grades. He made friends easier than Pyre. Oh, and he probably doesn't have a past he's hidden for so many years it's slowly driving him insane!
Sheathing his sword so he could talk to Garret a little more... well... without a sword in his hand. "Maybe you can teach us all how to swim," he said, grinning. He wasn't sure how close he and Garret could manage being when Garret was his teacher. He had to admit, it'd be a little weird but when he said he was thinking of holding off the teaching job for a couple years, he nodded. "Yeah, that might be a good idea. After all, I don't think you should go straight from learning to teaching. Give yourself a while to relax!"
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Post by Matthew Erikson on Feb 10, 2012 16:21:31 GMT -5
Garret snorted at relaxing "Relaxing is slowly going insane. I can't leave school without permission so I might as well have something to do...But I don't know because being a teacher would put me above my friends..." he said looking at Pyre as if saying. If I'm a teacher we probably won't be friends...since teachers did grade their students and weren't supposed to have bonds with them.
Then their was the problem with Max. If she was in any of his classes, then it would be plain out akward. And he wouldn't know what to do. For the first time...
"Swimming??? Nah. I was thinking along the lines of riding a tricicle while caring a bear. You know," and he started singing the cyrcus theme song while he pretended to be on a tricle and juggling a huge bear.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 10, 2012 16:44:55 GMT -5
Pyre vaguely wondered if the 'slowly going insane' bit was a reference to him. But he pushed the thought out of his mind, knowing Garret wouldn't do something like that. When he mentioned being a teacher putting him above his friends, he didn't say anything. Truth be told, Pyre didn't want Garret to become a teacher, at least, not yet. It seemed too soon for him to move on from student to teacher. There was so much going on to screw up their friendship, Pyre almost wanted to give up. Between the dance with Max and Garret becoming a teacher, things got confusing. But he wouldn't give up. They'd been friends for years, he wasn't about to throw it all away.
Pyre clapped his hands, laughing. "Oh, why do I not care being seen in public with you?" He asked, not looking for an answer to such a rhetorical question. Leaning against a dummy-less pole - the dummy being scattered across the arena.
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Post by Garret Williams on Feb 10, 2012 16:49:37 GMT -5
Garret laughed straightening his jacket and flipping his hair dramatically "Cause you know that I'm still supreme ruler," he stood still as if posing for a picture. A cocky grin on his face his sea green eyes watched Pyre with amusement.
It would be moments like these Garret would miss. He wouldn't beable to do this as a teacher, at least not without feeling bad for failing Pyre for not swimming or doing whatever. Which was highly unlikelye, but to avoid favoritism he was going to be tougher on Pyre and Max
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 10, 2012 17:02:14 GMT -5
"Supreme ruler, huh?" Pyre asked, doubtfully. "Your too old for that job, now, Mr. Soon-to-be-Teacher! Let the cool kids handle that stuff!" he laughed, imitating Garret. "Nah, you can have the job. I'll stick to sitting around and not trying yet still somehow being able to be the coolest kid in school!"
He knew these times wouldn't last. Soon, Garret would be a teacher and Pyre would still be a student. "You know, I'll be graduating next year," he said, knowing they were both thinking the same thing. "It'll only be one school year where your teacher and I'm still a student. After that, things can go back to how they are, now. The best years of our life aren't over, yet. I'll make sure of that. It's not going to be that bad." Funny how Pyre always seemed to be spewing out advice. Maybe that's how he became so popular and always scored in the top three in secret underground 'best dorm leader' polls.
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Post by Garret Williams on Feb 10, 2012 17:22:08 GMT -5
"I think we both know I will always be ruler," he said with a grin. Then again he will always be here...The same guy...Forever probably...
Garret shrugged "But you can at least leave school and actually have a life," a edge of bitterness in his voice that he brushed off his face. If anything Garret missed his old life, sure it was strange with sudden packing up and moving. But he wanted to go to a house with his grandfather. Walk into a bussiness department, or onto a plane. He wants to just do what he couldn't do in the school. Be someone he couldn't be...
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 10, 2012 19:03:28 GMT -5
Pyre smiled, blinking slowly and moving his hair out of his eyes with a flick of his neck. "Like I'll ever get out of this school with you failing me all the time," he laughed. "Why couldn't you have a life. There's a place out there for you, there always is for everyone. Besides, it's not like all your friends will suddenly disappear. We'll all be around." (Lazy and short...  ) |
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Post by Garret Williams on Feb 10, 2012 19:21:27 GMT -5
Garret didn't speak at first simply pulled out his student card. And it read: GARRET WILLIAMS
son of Poseidon:
Lord of the seas, earthquakes, and Big Three.
Cabin Leader. "I get attacked by mobs more often than everybody else. I don't get a break." he said flatly with no humor. But he pushed that away and shook his head. "But enough of that. How has life been treating you?" he asked with a grin. |
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 10, 2012 19:24:33 GMT -5
Pyre was about to say something when Garret changed the subject. Gee, how had life been treating him. So far in his life he's killed his former best friend, found the girl he loved was going to the dance with both him AND his new best friend, and has bottled up all the anger and hatred inside him. Well, most of it. "Oh, y'know. Pretty good, all things considered," he said, not wanting to get into it.
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Post by Garret Williams on Feb 10, 2012 19:36:16 GMT -5
Garret nodded in slight agreement. Honestly Garret didn't know what his life was like. He wanted to talk to Max, but he didn't know if Pyre would approve. Then again Pyre didn't approve of many things Garret did. Since Garret was...naive... Garret also doesn't know if Max would even talk to him. And it makes him inpatient but then a plan started forming in his mind. A brilliant plan. That may just make him lose Pyre as a friend again if he still likes Max...but what are the chances right?
"Um...right. Yeah life is good..." he said having zoned out in thought slightly and soon focusing on Pyre once again.
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Post by Pyralis Demos on Feb 10, 2012 19:45:10 GMT -5
Pyre grinned, knowing they both were lying to themselves and each other. But he wouldn't say anything. He preferred deceiving himself into believing life really was good. It's how he had kept his sanity, thus far. It did seem, however, that he was always drawing closer to the edge. He realized this, too. But there was nothing to be done about it. He couldn't just forget his past and he couldn't talk to a psychologist, either. What would he say? 'Hey, I killed my best friend because he made me mad.'? Hah! They'd throw him in jail for murder! His friends would turn their backs on him. Even his own mother didn't even know. No one knew but him and he had made a silent vow to keep it that way. He's broken it, though. Sabrina knows, but it felt better to get it out, though he would never do it, again. One person knowing was bad enough. Maybe he would just admit everything to his favorite pillow?
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