Silent Hollow High

[Taria]

Angela is a quiet young witch who's always been a bit of a loner. She always wears her elegant ruby brooch that is sewn into a dainty ribbon that ties around the neck. It is one of the few fancier things that her family actually owns. Angela's hair and eyes are a warm shade of cocoa brown, and sometimes she likes to wear a cute sterotypical witch's hat. Angela is often very shy and lacking in self-confidence; having been the new kid in elementry school who never fit in with the others she's missed out on what it means to have friends.

Today Angela is sitting in the park sketching a picture of her black cat, Lanx. Being a witch's familiar, Lanx is able to talk and use very minor magics. Though mostly he just lays around lazily and let's Angela spoil him. Angela has always felt more comfortable with Lanx than around other people. Lanx is always so... understandable. With other people, she's not really sure how to act or to feel... She wonders if she even likes other people. Sure, I always spend a lot of time around him, but it's not like he even really notices me. Nobody even cares about me, I am only important as long as I am useful to someone. I could die the next day and no one would even... The tip of Angela's pencil snaps under her fervent sketching as she notices a thick line drawn across the image of her pet. "Damn..." She murmurs under her breath. She didn't really bring anything to sharpen her pencil with. She stands up and begins walking along the dirt path to see what else there is to do. With it still being summer break, maybe she'll run into one of her friends? Well... more like aquantances. Angela tugs her thin cotton jacket inwardly to cover up her dark red blouse. Because no one could ever be a friend to someone like me...

[Thaedael]

With a single hand motion he slipped down the double windsor knot of his tie, sliding it out of shape under his ministration until it was no longer tied, the simple silk tie catching the wind lightly on a mild summer day. Sliding his hand back up one side, he let the undone tie hang from either side of his neck, the buttons of his white collar shirt keeping it affixed to his form as his hand ventured down to his waistline. One more unceremonious pull later, his shirt was un-tucked, the buttons upon his sleeve as well as the first two buttons at his neck undone. He was free, for a day, to do as he wished.

He enjoyed the warm sun on his skin, catching the warmth of the rays on his olive skin, sweat glistening under the blue sky above. He swept at his brow with the back of one sleeve, dabbing away at the perspiration, before running a hand through his black hair, parted in the center two both sides. He was tired, worn out, and every step was heavy, bags heavy under his eye as he tried to blink the dryness away. He gave up, putting his hands in simple black slacks, and walked forward his eyes closed.

He bumped into a lady, opening his eyes he went to apologize stammering over himself, "I am terribly sorry...' he said, the world coming back into focus. It was Angela, a child-hood friend of his. He pulled one hand out from his pocket, ruffling the hair at the back of his head as he apologized, eyes warming up slightly as he spoke, his brow pulled into a semi smile as his eye lids narrowed, "Hey Angela, didn't notice it was you" he stated warmly, his voice carrying far with it's deep richness.

Angela was a childhood friend of his, one of the many he had come to know in his journey of life. Yet she was special than the rest of them, more like his younger sister than anyone else, even more so than his blood-relative who had forsaken the family name to live her own life among the normal humans of society. It had fallen to him to become the next in line, meticulously groomed and taught at an early age proper etiquette, dance lessons, education, and social skills. Angela was someone outside his world, someone, that quite frankly, appeared normal to him. He smiled again, "Are you ok? You seemed... bother?" he added thoughtfully.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

After a nap, Claire wakes up. She rubs her eyes and looks around. She realizes she is in her house, and it seems like no one is home. She rubs her eyes, stretches, and yawns. She gets up and walks to the kitchen. She grabs a glass and fills it up with tap water. Claire finishes her glass of water quickly, and spills water on her self. She sighs and goes to her room and changes. She decides to wear her black and red shirt, her blue jeans, her necklace, and her black tennis shoes. She leaves her room and decides that she wants to go on a walk. She grabs her keys and locks the door as she steps out. Claire pulls on the door to make sure it is locked. Afterwards she puts the keys in her front pocket. She puts her hands in her front pockets of her jeans and begins to walk. She walks past the park and then stops. She turns around and begins walking to the park when she sees two people from her school. She begins walking towards them, but stops about half way. Claire turns back and decides to continue her walk away from the park.

[Taria]

Angela's drawing pad is knocked from her hand as Gavin bumps in to her. The pages flip in the wind as it plumets towards the ground. Displayed to Gavin is a surreally flattering penciled portrait of himself staring off into space, deep in thought. Apparently Angela had taken the time to draw him when he wasn't looking. Noticing Gavin's awareness of her drawing. Of course he didn't notice me... No one ever does. Angela leans down to pick up her things as she pulls down the brim of her hat to conceal her face. She clutches her notepad close against her chest as she murmurs, "You should watch where you're going."

A soft purr can be heard as Lanx's lithe body rubs against Angela's legs. "Greetings, Sir Gavin." He muses coyly to diffuse the awkward situation. He distracts Gavin long enough for him not to notice a soft smile spread across Angela's lips as she stands closer beside him. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think everything is going to turn out... ok."

[MiscChaos]

Saigras opens her eyes, her nap on the roof coming to an end as an errant breeze tickles her ear. As she stretches and sits up, she gives a small sigh.

"I was supposed to be avoiding this kind of behavior from here on." she mutters to herself, shaking her head. She supposes one doesn't turn over a new leaf so quickly, her delinquent behaviors in the school before still hanging on to her despite her efforts to move on. It isn't because she suddenly came to a realization or something of the sort; she would easily remain her old self since she was smart enough to still ace most of her classes AND she got most everyone to leave her alone for fear of her retribution (you don't mess with a tiger woman after all). No, it's because she has a goal to accomplish and her old personality won't get her anywhere close to it. Well, not her old personality per se, just her old persona. She'll be using her actual personality from here on out, which may or may not be an improvement. With a final curve of her spine, stressing the tank top she has in with her B-cups, she stands up and looks over the landscape from her perch. It'd always been a habit of hers to seek out the highest place possible to chill... especially since the cops can't mess with her for vagrancy from up here too often. She doesn't have a home anymore and she damn sure isn't going back to one of those damn community homes. The shit she'd seen there... she's pretty sure they're what started her on the path she's on now. Or maybe just accelerated it. She can't tell.

She searches the area for something interesting, her purple eyes with cat pupils taking in everything, the ears she hides under her untamed, past the shoulder length, dark blue hair twitching as they take in every sound. Another breeze passes through across her dark skin and making the headband she keeps tied on her bicep flutter as she forcibly represses a shiver. Must just be a bad wind since the climate isn't that cold today. Or maybe she just shouldn't be wearing a tank top. Nah, it's gotta be just the wind. She brushes her hair out of her human-looking face, the only parts of her blatantly tiger being her ears (which she keeps tucked away because they tend to give her mood away), her eyes, claw-like finger nails, and the stripes of even darker than her skin black running across her body. After a while, of not spotting anything, she just decides to grab the backpack holding her life in it and move on. Maybe the park? That's always a good place to catch a nice sunray to sleep in. All her plans don't really start moving until she finds her anyway. Might as well enjoy the last moments of still life she'll allow herself to have for a while.

[Thaedael]

Gavin's eyes narrow, catching a shot of himself looking like many of the portraits that had adorned the family estate. Emotionless, his brow pulled into what appeared to be a deep thought. He wrinkled his nose, the picture being too good to be just a drawing, looking almost like it was just a photograph in grey scale. He lifted up one pant leg as he knelled in to pick up her stuff, his hands brushing against hers before pulling them away, the lady having beaten him to the material. The cat purred around her master's legging, and Gavin wrapped one hand under one shoulder, and grabbed at the cat's leg, picking it up into his arm and cradling it. "A good day to you too Lanx" he said to the cat, running a freed finger up and down the throat fur of the cat.

He looked back to Angela, cat in arms and bowed lightly. "I am sorry for bumping into you, wasn't paying attention to my milieu" he said with a bit of a smile, trying to show he was sincerely sorry. "Nice artwork by the way, are you sure you don't just want to be an artist some day when you are older?" he asked.

[Taria]

Lanx's purrs vibrate against Gavin's arm as he picks the cat up and strokes his fur. Angela glances away shyly when Gavin complements her artwork, walking along beside him as the two of them take a quiet stroll along the relatively secluded trail within the dense greenery. "It's not that great. I mean, just looking at someone and drawing them is basically the same as tracing. I don't want to just be able to draw things that I can already see, I want to show people something they're never seen before, something that can inspire them!" Angela quickly reels back her own excitement as she presses the notepad firmly against her chest once more. "I mean, if I'm ever good enough to be worth someone's attention that is..." She takes a moment to smile at Lanx, who is laying in Gavin's arms, and pets him gently, inadvertantly rubbing her delicate skin against Gavin's chest. "Besides, they're not even colored. That's a whole 'nother dimension of drawing that I haven't the slightest clue how to deal with."

[Thaedael]

He kept in pace with her, walking down along the crushed brick path that led along the side of a shallow creek, the grass growing taller and the trees closer together. It was an area that was a little more private than the rolling open greens of the park way, and provided a nice canopy of big green leaves that cut the rays of the sun into a tangible warmth that was pleasant on the skin. It had been a long time since he had the company of Angela, and a day like today could not have been better weather if he had asked for it. He walked shoulder to shoulder with her, Lanx purring away happily as he was spoiled half to death, a free hand moving to just under his chin and running along the length of his softer fur, the cat's eyes drawn to a close as he happily enjoyed the attention his friend gave him. He was a spoiled cat, Lanx and Gavin knowing this, but neither calling the other out on it for their bond was that much closer than ever before, the days of being scratched to oblivion by the fierce feline long gone.

Angela had ceased to look at him for a few moments in passing, her gaze drawn away from him, her face half silhouetted against the afternoon sunlight that danced along her features out from under the rim of her witch's hat. She was as cute as ever, her hair the shade of a warm earthy tone, yet something was written across her face. He had done it again, he chastised himself looking away from her out towards the left of the path, his eyes tracing the water flowing along the winding pathway of the channel. The brown water rushed by matted mud and tall grass dancing in the little breeze that made it past the cover of the tree line on the eastern path. The sound of the wind calm, the trickle of the creek relaxing. He had something, and surely on some psychological level, he had said something that did not sit well with the girl. He looked down to his feet as they continued to walk, the red dust of the path building up on the black leather of his shoes, and on the hems of his pants as they continued to walk. He looked down at Lanx, the cat eyeing him with a level of intelligence that had always made Gavin believe the cat saw right through him. He drew breath, opened his mouth, ready to speak to Angela, however, she spoke first.

"It's not that great." she had broken the silence that had hung in the air about the two as they walked. She had slowed down, to continue to talk to him, her voice becoming more composed, "I mean, just looking at someone and drawing them is basically the same as tracing." Another quick pause, before a follow up, "I don't want to just be able to draw things that I can already see, I want to show people something they're never seen before, something that can inspire them!"

He was taken aback by her sudden confession, what she said being both a revelation of her ambition and something he had not suspected her of thinking. He truly thought he had said something that had angered her, but instead it steeled a conviction within her. He let out a small smile between pursed lips, the creases at the sides of his mouth wrinkling a little before he forced himself to suppress his smile. She had more ambition than he would ever have, a visionary goal she could see, taste, and chase down. All he wanted was to be happy, to go with the rolling tides of life and going towards the things that truly made him feel... something, anything that wasn't the cold grasp of disappointment and expectation. He didn't know what he wanted, just that it was something that would lead to happiness, something that would happen organically and not be planned, so that if a master plan did not happen, he would not be depressed. He was a dreamer more than anything else, untethered to the milieu of the reality that fate had chosen him.

His lack of a response must have caused her to believe he thought she was weird, for she drew in her enthusiasm, her mannerisms slowing down as the two came to stand upon an old worn wooden bridge, the structure bridging the two halves of the park together. Gavin looked at her, a bit dumbfounded and at a loss for words, she held her notepad firmly against her chest. She made eye contact, her eyes scanning his face for any expression, before speaking once more, "I mean, if I'm ever good enough to be worth someone's attention that is..."

She smiled, and the warmth of it shot through him, before realized it was directed to the cat. She took a few steps towards him, before petting Lanx in his arms. Gavin shifted the cat up towards Angela, her hands rubbing at the cat gently, soft finger tips brushing against Gavin as she continued to speak, "Besides, they're not even colored. That's a whole 'nother dimension of drawing that I haven't the slightest clue how to deal with"

He leaned in close to Angela, content that he had listened twice more than he spoke, the advice of his father giving him the rare opportunity of seeing into the mind of his child hood friend, allowing her to have the chance to talk to him when he would have otherwise drowned her out with his extroverted tendency to talk. Their fore heads touched, and he looked into her eyes. He tried to formulate what he would say, trying to pick and choose the words in such a way as to tread around any possible misinterpretations.

"I understand that sometimes you don't want to hear what I have to say, and I understand that my opinion may not always be the most important thing to you, but that drawing of me is that great". He let it sink in a little more, trying to decide how to proceed. "The fact the you were able to draw something so close in my likenesses is not something to dismiss as not great. If you want to draw something that no one has ever seen before, I will not tell you not to chase your ambitions, in fact I even encourage it" he took a deep breath. "However, if you ever hesitate to think you aren't already worth someone's attention now, that I will not forgive, nor will I forgive my actions in expressing this notion. Everyone is worth someone's attention, you just need to find out to who we belong with as a crowd."

He pulled his face away from her, a smile cracking out across his face as he closed his eyes in an expression of joy. "Ah, hell, just look at me. I am turning into that advice sprouting old man I call father" he said laughing. He pulled a hand away from the cat in his arms, leaving it to rest nested in the crook of one arm, rubbing at the back of his head with his now free hand. "It is what it is" he said, extending the cat out with one arm to be taken back by it's master.

[Taria]

Angela's face becomes absolutely flushed as Gavid's forehead bumps into her own. She looks away timidly as he expounds upon his positive appraisal of her work. Her heart thumps in her chest as she repeats Gavin's words in a soft murmur, "Who we... belong with?" Her hand clutches tightly across her brooch she stops cold in her tracks. "Y-you... we. Ugh, it's not like that at all! Not everyone is the sole heir to a famous bloodline. Sometimes they're just nobodies who will never get noticed ever! Angela storms away into the woods as she strays off of the beaten path. Tears well up in her eyes as she quickly attempts to flee before Gavin can noticing her crying. He's just so oblivious... Everyone only want to be his friend. Nobody with ever approach me if I weren't around him all the time...

Lanx simply lets out a poingant sigh as his master goes storming away. You know, she doesn't care so little of about what you say as you think.

[MiscChaos]

Wandering languidly into the park, Saigras just looks around, taking in the serenity of nature, pure and simple. Well, it's likely not pure. People have a terrible tendency to destroy pure nature and replace it with artificial or stunted greenery. So likely not simple either. She sighs at this thought then logs it away. She half wonders if this school she's going to has a nature class or club or at the very least a gardening club as she wanders around. So deep in her thoughts, she almost doesn't notice the two people walking on the path opposite her or the girl running into the woods.

'Well, I'm supposed to be trying this "nice" thing...' she thinks with a shrug before following the girl. She doesn't have to move fast really. With her senses, she can tail people ridiculously easy. Still, slowly walking up on people at least doesn't freak them out and make them throw magic and shit like hunting them would. Still, she's gotta speed up if she wants to catch the girl since she's sprinting headlong and shit. Breaking into a run herself, she tries to pull alongside the runner.

"Yo. You alright? You broke for here pretty quick." she says once she's near.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire turns around... again and decides to walk through the park. "Why not walk through the park? It can't hurt. Right?" she thinks to her self. She decides to walk on the side walk that stretches around the park. Afterwards she thinks she will go home, unless something happens to her. She walks on the side walk, looking around at all the beautiful nature. "It'd be nice if someone painted this scenery..." she thinks. Claire walks through the park until she reaches a bench. She decides to take a rest and sit on the bench for a while. When she sits, she sees a few familiar faces, and some new faces. Everyone seems to be walking through the park and enjoying the nature today. Why not? It's a beautiful day, and everyone should enjoy it. Hm. Maybe I should go and meet with the new and old people. Or I could just be the silent observer... as always. she thinks as she sits and watches everyone and everything. She smiles as she begins to go through her memories of this park.

[Taria]

Angela turns around suddenly to face Saigras. "I'm fine." She retorts, squinting her eyes suspiciously at this notorious girl. Deciding that it doesn't really matter what she's up to, Angela places her hand up against the trunk of an old willow tree and stares down into the gentle brook it overlooks. "People are just dumb." Angela clenches her fist as her fingertips dig into the soft bark of the tree.

[Thaedael]

He stood watching her stomp off the beaten red dust path, her form cutting through the tall grass and the tree line far from him, leaving him to stand amid the middle of the bridge, Lanx in his arms. The cat looked at him, a long sigh escaping its feline mouth, " You know, she doesn't care so little of about what you say as you think". Yeah, I guess not, he thought to himself in the silence that had followed the cat's words. The sound of the creek continued to trickle, and Gavin turned his back from where Angela had run off to. Slowly he dragged his feet, scratching at the leather of his shoes, red dust kicked up along the path as he made his way to a bench with another girl his age sitting on it.

"You know Lanx, I swear you are the only one that gets me, that sees beyond what I represent for what I actually am." he paused. He ran a hand through the fur of the cat's head, snaking his fingers between tufts of it as he continued to talk to him, "Even Angela sees me as the almighty sole heir to the family name and all that is righteous" he said in a sarcastic tone mocking the upper-class as well as his father. He loved his parents, and he knew that in their warped world of the upper class they are doing their best to make him successful, but he didn't want anything to do with that. "I am also not the sole heir either, though no one even wants to acknowledge my sibling as the true heir, calling her a coward for doing something with her life. If I wasn't such a coward, or so useless, I would have ran too. The pressure is getting to me Lanx, I can't even talk to people like Angela without my words not being listened to. She has you, she has other people... that care about her. She is not so alone as to question his existence, to ask herself everyday if she really exists, to question the fatalistic view that life has already been pre-determined and that we are prisoners of our destiny."

He paused the affection for the cat, letting it's four feet touch the ground slowly as he lowered him to the path. "I better let you get to your master, I am sorry I am always leaving messes for you to clean up for me Lanx. Some days I believe you were right to scratch my face, but don't let someone else hear that."

[MiscChaos]

Saigras raises an eyebrow at the girl's look of suspicion. She didn't think she was THAT famous outside of her own middle school, but there it is. Well, that's gonna make her new outlook as a "nice gal" a lot harder to work. Still, do what you can, bitching doesn't get anything done, all that bullshit. "People are fuckin' retarded. But hey, what can ya do?" she agrees with a shrug and a sardonic smile. "Beat 'em up and you just get in trouble for it. Best just to make 'em not wanna go near ya if ya don't want 'em there." she feels like she should really have a cig in her mouth while saying something like this. Too bad she never really got into 'em. Nicotine addiction seems like it'd be a bitch anyway.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire looks over to see a person sitting next to her. She jumps back in shock. She blushes as she realizes that the was rude. She looks up at the man, smiles, and waves. She looks at the man for a bit and then turns away. "What do I do? Should I leave this man alone? Or should I attempt to have a conversation with him? I shouldn't talk though... I wonder if he understands hand gestures?" she thinks to her self. Claire sighs and then looks at the ground by her feet. "I'll just wait for him to respond first. Then I'll make my decision."

[Thaedael]

Gavin let the cat continue on it's merry way, before leaning back into the beaten wood of the park bench, his suit bunching up at the shoulders as he stretched his arms out to either side fully, extending his reach across the length of the top of the park bench, his suit drawn away to either side of his body. A quick gesture at the corner of his eye draws his attention, turning his head to the girl next to him sitting on the park bench. He followed the movement of her hand, noticing the movement of the black and red shirt, entranced by the colors. She smiled to what he assumed to be someone behind him.

Confused he turned his head in the direction she was waving in, no one walking along the path save for the dutiful familiar on his merry way. He looked back to the girl, though her face was already turned, not even giving him the chance to look at her face. Gavin wasn't sure what just happened, and resolved to let out a low sigh, shrugging his shoulder and looking out across the lake, sitting next to the girl. She had probably seen someone that she mistook for someone else. He sat back, content to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

[Taria]

Angela giggles out loud at Saigras's comment as she subconsciously stroke her brooch. "Yeah, that'd sure show them I guess. I'm always restrained and peopel just take me for granted..." Angela picks up a stone and tosses it with a flick of her wrist as she skips it across the surface of the water. "What do you care anyways?" She notes over her shoulder as she plops down onto the ground and hangs her legs over the brook. "All you ever seem to care about is yourself, just like everyone else." Angela's palm presses firmly against the bark of the tree as her hair begins floating upwards all by herelf and her eyes emit a gentle glow.

[MiscChaos]

Saigras shrugs at the girl's comment. "Yeah, I'll admit that. All I've ever had is myself after all." she says, reaching in her pack to pull out a lighter. Yeah, she doesn't smoke, but that doesn't mean she does't like fire. She's set her share of bathrooms on fire before. Not that that could ever be linked to her. That's juve time after all. "Tryin' ta change that though." she gives the lighter a flick, releasing the flames. "Bein' a bum sucks. Bein' a lonely one sucks worse" At least that's what she'd planned on telling anyone who asked. To be honest, she doesn't feel all that much. Had to be that way to survive. "What about you? What do you care about? How do you know me, anyway?"

[jayjaycaps]

David Ricordare was playing one of his favorite games in the park. Leaning against a tree, David was People Watching. The goal was simple; observe the people who came into the park, and watch until patterns started to emerge. Some days it was harder than others, and today was such a day. As his attentive, intelligent hazel eyes darted around, he realized the problem: Not enough people. In the background, David was using his telekinesis to shuffle a deck of cards as stylized as possible. Sending each card fluttering above his head, he'd left them fall before pulling each card and pilling them up neatly into his waiting hand. As he tore his eyes away from the various people in the park, David's mind wandered aimlessly, along with his feet.

Tucking the pack of cards into his pocket, David noticed two distinct clusters of people. Group one was composed of Gavin, a boy he recognized from school, and Claire, a mute Blaire kid who David had given two to three odds she'd stay silent till second semester. Group A was Saigras, a tiger girl who David suspected to be a vagrant, and Angela, who always hung around Gavin. David specifically recalled placing two to five odds they'd end up together before next year. Fixing his shaggy black hair as he walked, he made his way over to Saigras and Angela. Two girls and one guy: David liked those odds.

He had made his way over just in time to catch Angela ask about Saigras caring for herself. "Caring about yourself isn't always such a bad thing, you know." David gave the two girls a polite wave. "Saigras and Angela, right? You're the one who always hangs out with Gavin." Unfortunately, that was the only thing David knew about Angela, so it was the only thing he had to go on.

[MiscChaos]

Saigras looks at the newcomer out of the corner of her eye, slightly annoyed. "I'd really like to know how all ya'll know me while I know shit about none of ya'll. My reputation can't be THAT bad, can it?" she know perfectly well it could be. It could actually be a bit WORSE. Still, she left the sex part of drugs, sex, and violence out, so her reputation is at least fearsome instead of slutty.