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Lost and Wandering; First apperarnce
Topic Started: Feb 21 2009, 07:05 PM (415 Views)
Mitzi	Feb 21 2009, 07:05 PM Post #1
Member Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #423 Joined: September 6, 2006	A small female entered the grounds through the large, intricate, cast iron front gate, dressed in the typical goth garb keeping her eyes upon the ground, looking neither left or right. All in black, with heavy strap cargo pants, a black tee with a white Jolly Roger splattered on the front, and heavy black boots. The female trod across the grass. Spying an empty picnic table under a large oak tree, the pale girl switched directions and headed for the free area that was dappled in sunlight as the golden rays shone through the spaces between the leaves. On her way to the small sanctuary that she had found, the curious creature slipped her pale right hand into the deep front pocket of her pantaloons. As her hand emerged, in it was clutched a small black object no bigger than the girls palm. Without a moment's hesitation, the girl unwound a black cord that was wrapped around the black object now identifiable as an iPod. Slipping the ear buds into her ears, the girl turned on the iPod and instantly began to nod along to the beat of the music before slipping the iPod back into the right front pocket of her jeans once again. From the tempo of the nods, the girl listened to something with a fast beat, perhaps heavy metal, scream-o, or rock and roll. None-the-less, the tan and crimson locks fluttered about in the slight breeze. As the frail looking girl tucked silky flaxen strands behind her ear, a glint of light flashed in the bright sun and then was gone again as dirty blond locks once more fell to cover the dainty ear. Itching her nape, the small girl reached the free picnic table with a sigh of relief. Looking about without moving her head, the curious creature removed her backpack and set it on the ground. The pale female sat with a small plop. The bench creaked and moaned in protest at the abrupt and violent placing of weight upon its aging hinges and joints. Dragging the black canvas backpack between her heavy boots, the girl hung her head for a moment as though she were tired. The girls mixed locks cascaded forward as pale, piano player hands carefully unzipped the backpack and vanished into the bag after the slight pause. Moments later, the girl began to mumble something to herself. Digging furiously, the mumbling got louder until, as if startled, the girl shouted out unintelligibly. The girl threw her hands in the air as the abrupt sound passed from between plump, rosy lips. With quick, angry motions, the small girl returned to digging in her bag, an angry, if not confused, look creeping onto dainty features. As the search turned up fruitless, the angry girl's voice emerged. The timbre of the small woman's upset voice was that of a small river, laughing and tripping over time smoothed Sandstones. The calm yet playful voice held a bite to it as the girl spat curses at an unseen enemy. "What the hell is this? That sick son of a #%&$@, what does he think I am, a slut?!" Scoffing, the girl scowled and continued to dig in her backpack. After a few more minutes of digging an exasperated laugh burst forth from a pale, smooth, delicate throat and shot past soft, tender, almost kissable lips. Without a moment's hesitation, another burst of speech flew past the girls tender lips. "That freak! Why would he put these in here. Come to think of it, how did he even get near my...?" The small, almost inaudible, voice trailed off in shock or horror. With sudden remembrance, the girl frowned. When her sick and twisted uncle had stopped for gas, she had left her treasured bag unattended in the back seat of the car when she had gone to the bathroom. That must have been when the girls fat, balding uncle had bought and slipped in what she had found in her bag. Disgusted, the frail looking young woman sighed sadly to herself. She missed home, missed her father, missed the simplicity of her old life, but there was no going back, what was done was done and there was no undoing it. Period. Lifting her sorrow filled eyes, the girl looked to the sky as wispy clouds drifted lazily by. Lost in another world, the young lady continued to stare at the cloud dappled sky. Thinking back to that fate filled day, shock registered on the girls face. It was just like this on that morning. Outwardly, the girl shuddered with something reminiscent of fear. The girl shivered a second time, this time bringing her fingerlessly gloved hands up to rub her arms as if she were cold. Goosebumps suddenly appeared on her pale arms though there was no stiff or cool breeze to cause them. Looking about almost frantically, the dismayed young woman roughly zipped up her bag and rested her elbows on her knees. Hanging her head, the young girl centered herself. If I don't keep calm, it will happen again. God, I don't want it to happen again. Not like that. but, that is why I'm here, to learn how to control this...this...whatever it is. The girl seemed to simply sit and calm herself in the deserted sun dappled area. (Finally, I think it's done. I'm still not sure about some parts, but this is the jist of it...sorry this took so long guys.)
	A bad grade is only one letter in the Essay of life. ~Lee Drake Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person. ~P.J. O'Rourke So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone" Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault


Illuminati	Mar 5 2009, 12:42 AM Post #2
The best place to hide a leaf is in a forest. Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #1,048 Joined: March 2, 2009	Dashing across the expansive grounds in his thin sandals, the sun-tanned youth weaved and ducked around the few other people that got in his way. Whether he was purposely heading for the obstacles or simply mindlessly running was not determinable. While it was true he knew not exactly where he was running, walking was a pain, and far to boring to do for the length of time that existed from his doorstep to the school. A thin silver chain bounced around his neck, and seemed to spend more time in the air than laying against his white v-neck tee shirt, which was fitted comfortably loose around his torso. Every item in the pockets of his brown cargo shorts were bouncing too, the family's clunky emergency cell phone, the list of important phone numbers from his mother, a set of new house keys, and his allowance all bouncing within making a noticeable sound to those he zipped by. The bag on his back was nothing more than a satchel made from what looked to be brown, aged canvas, strung around both shoulders like a backpack by two thin pieces of twine. Ryan came to a sudden halt before the grand gates, taking a few seconds to take in the building that rested just behind them. It was so different. Almost too different. His school back home did not have gates; the school back home did not even have pavement. Ryan wondered if there were bathrooms inside, and could not help his mind from wandering about all the neat things that must be within the buildings. After a few moments of staring blankly, he forced his mind to the nearest figure, and inquired the time in his broken, accent-laden Japanese. The young girl hesitantly gave him the time, and to his dismay, he was far too early. His head scanned around for something, anything that could capture his attention. But again, he was let down upon noticing nothing but the few people around him making small chit-chat. He sighed, and ambled onto the grassy surroundings. Ryan was unaccustomed to seeing so much grass; usually only the really rich people had grass on their lawns, but here, it was even on the unimportant parts, like next to the pavement. As he wandered, his ears perked with a sudden outburst off in the distance. His head jerked around looking for the source, but was unable to immediately locate it. Curiosity now perked, he could not help but wander deeper into the grassy, sun-soaked area, bright cerulean eyes crossing over each of the large oak trees until he saw what had to be the source; a dark figure, topped with blond hair much like his own, but many shades lighter than his golden dirty blond. His walking speed increased as he eagerly closed the distance between him and the mysterious... girl? With a quick step and short jump he landed squarely on top of the picnic table, which released the wooden equivalent of crippling pain if anyone had heard one. He fell into a sitting position, crossing his legs "Indian style" as they called it back home, and tapped the delicate shoulders in front of him with his four fingers as if she would not be able to notice the sudden noise and movement that accompanied his arrival. He folded his hands and rested them on the table between his legs and leaned forward with a brimming smile. "Hello!" He said brightly and with excessive volume, assuming with the buds in her ears she could not hear a thing, "Do you go to school here to? Are you excited to start?" He had more questions, but held back. He could not help but notice how interestingly the girl was dressed; he had never seen anyone dressed quite like this. He wondered how long it took her to get dressed in the morning, and wondered if she minded going to what appeared to be great lengths. He knew these things were not appropriate to ask, and simply smiled to the girl with a face clearly anticipating conversation.
	Must not all things in the last be swallowed by death? - Plato


Mitzi	Mar 5 2009, 05:09 PM Post #3
Member Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #423 Joined: September 6, 2006	Behind you. With her mind's ear, the young girl heard the oh-so-familiar voice of Dag, her constant, hidden companion. I know, Dag, thanks. A moment later, the rumbling voice replied most aptly. You're most welcome little one. As the picnic table jostled, she did not jump or start, at the tap on her shoulder, she closed her eyes to center herself before turning around to face the blooming youth. With a visible sigh, the girl lazily removed her ear buds and looked over her shoulder. To her astonishment, a small, boyish figure with a lithe frame, sun-kissed skin, and short, choppy hair, almost the same shade as Mitzi's, sat 'Indian style' on the table behind her.. As she looked over him with her vibrant, almost glowing, red eyes, she fixated on his eyes. The boy had the most brilliant cerulean eyes she had ever seen. Looking into them was like looking into a clear pool so deep that one could not fathom the bottom. As she shook her head to break the spell his eyes had put her under, she looked at his face. It was free of piercings and she suddenly felt very self-conscious. She herself had a center libre piercing, a hoop in her left nostril, a barbell through her right eyebrow, a pair of 14 gauge black and white tapered spikes and a pair of black and white swirl plugs through each of her earlobes, along with an industrial through her left cartilage. She had not felt this self-conscious in quite a long time. She instantly pulled herself together with a quick reprimand. "What did you say?" Her tone was flat and held no inflection. The girl tried to look bored as she waited for the kid's answer. She had not heard him, not because her music had been too loud, but because she had returned to that morning so long ago. Without meaning to, the girl shivered again at the memory of so much blood and gore around her. Goosebumps stood at attention upon her pale arms though it was a warm, beautiful day. Shaking herself again, the girl really looked at the boy in front of her. He was not in the uniform that she had seen so many other students in. His clean white shirt reflected the suns bright rays, causing her to squint. The boy's brown cargo pants looked like he had put many important, or unimportant, things inside the pockets, for they were weighted down heavily. His sandal clad feet were out of place here in Hyakuji. Mitzi could not tell what the silver chain held around his neck, but she knew there was some kind of pendant connected to the chain. As she waited, she spoke with Dag. What do you think of him Dag? He's not from around here. To which Dag replied, Well, neither are you. Mitzi's reply was swift and reprimanding, Dag, you just keep your mouth shut and stay hidden, I don't know what this kid wants. I need you to conserve your energy, we might have a fight on our hands here. What do you mean a fight, look at him. You can take him out with nothing more than your fists. But if he's like me...we could be in trouble. The girl was interrupted in her conversation with Dag when the boy spoke.
	A bad grade is only one letter in the Essay of life. ~Lee Drake Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person. ~P.J. O'Rourke So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone" Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault


Illuminati	Mar 6 2009, 03:34 AM Post #4
The best place to hide a leaf is in a forest. Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #1,048 Joined: March 2, 2009	The energetic lad put no thought to the rather unsettling fact the girl had no reaction whatsoever to his sudden and rash appearance, but instead could not help but feel overjoyed he had found someone to talk to, and possibly a new best friend, or, at the very least, a good, good, good friend. He noticed with a slight sense of relief that the ancient table below him was not going to falter, for a moment he had doubted the integrity of the old bench, but was not fully confident he was not headed for the ground any time soon. But, with the revelation of the young lady's face, said confidence was subtly shaken. Ryan could not help but be overcome with astonishment at the sheer magnitude of body modification on the girl's face alone. He had never seen a female with more than her ears and maybe a simple diamond nose stud, and it was only the coolest of the cool boys that got their ears pierced back home. He remembered how his mom laughed at the thought when he brought it up over dinner. Ryan was by no means off-put by the girls piercings, and was truly quite intrigued. He wondered, atop the questions that still rested in a hefty pile in the back of his head, what made her choose those particular piercings, if any of them had an interesting story, and what she planned to pierce next (that is, if there was anything to pierce). But realizing he had spent too much time staring, he snapped back into the conversation with ease. "I saaaid," Ryan sighed, knowing he should have yelled a little louder, "Do you go to school here? Are you a student?" Now that the nasty attention-stealing bugs were gone from her ears, Ryan knew there was no reason to raise his voice like he had before, and spoke in his calm yet cheery voice. For whatever reason, even though he did not know if she were a fellow student, it felt great to talk to another his own age- since they moved in it had been nothing but shaking hands and meeting adults, going to fancy dinners with adults, and worst of all, being forced to sit through droll conversations that Ryan could not follow for the life of him. Ryan could not help but notice her eyes much like she did his; he had never seen anything quite like them. The crimson orbs against such pale skin was nearly intimidating, but was also quite pretty, as most unique features were. He had never seen eyes like hers before, or anything even close. As a matter of fact, everything about the young lady was quite unique.
	Must not all things in the last be swallowed by death? - Plato


Mitzi	Mar 6 2009, 04:46 PM Post #5
Member Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #423 Joined: September 6, 2006	With a slight curving of one corner of plump, peach lips, Mitzi grinned in satisfaction. Her pierced face had unsettled the young looking boy. Good, now we're on level playing ground. Mitzi thought with rapture. The pale young woman stared blankly at the tanned boy, What do you think Dag, shall we let him squirm? Or shall we play nice? Play nice, he looks young and perhaps he is as lonely as you are little one. Lonely or not, I chose to be this way. Why does he have to bother me Dag? Perhaps, little one, you need him as much as he needs you. Don't be ridiculous, that is simply preposterous. Drawing clean air into young lungs, Mitzi sighed as she looked the young boy up and down. She assumed he came from a well off family, the way his pockets were weighed down. The well off never understood her, not even their youth could comprehend her reasons for dressing and acting as she did, let alone the reasons why she chose to pierce herself in such a way. Turning to face the boy a little more, her left side to the boy, she spoke. What is it with you people always asking me questions? God, you people really get on my nerves. The young woman's voice held no ire against the boy, but rather a general irritation at being bothered. *I mean really...do I look* like a teacher to you? I'm only what...three or four years older than you. Really, come on now. The girl rolled her eyes at the absurdity of the thought of her, of all people, being anything other than a student. For F*s sake. The girl sighed again and closed her eyes. It was not the boy's fault that she was frustrated, it was her perverted uncles fault. Mitzi felt bad about taking her animosity towards her uncle out on this poor, innocent young boy. But, if she were to achieve what she had back home in Deutschland, then she would have to keep this up. Mitzi didn't want anyone getting close. She had not allowed anyone to get close to her. She feared a repeat of D-Day happening at this school. Child, what did I tell you? It will not happen again against your will unless your life is threatened, you are about to die, and you do not call for my aid. I know Dag, I still don't like people, they do and say the stupidest things. I just can't stand being around them. But you need more than just me little one. The pale young female looked lost in her own thoughts and her brow furrowed as she had an internal argument that she seemed to be losing. (Sorry it's short, I'm at my parent's house for specific reasons any my mother keeps interrupting. I can't focus. Sorry Illuminati.)
	A bad grade is only one letter in the Essay of life. ~Lee Drake Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person. ~P.J. O'Rourke So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone" Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault


Illuminati	Mar 6 2009, 10:28 PM Post #6
The best place to hide a leaf is in a forest. Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #1,048 Joined: March 2, 2009	An unexpected response, Ryan reasoned, was better than none at all. He uncrossed his legs and scooted forward just once so that they hung loosely over the edge of the table, and he subconsciously began to move his ankles back and fourth so that his worn-down sandals hung around his toes and made a light slapping sound against his pink heels. Her unexpected response in no way hurt his feelings, for Ryan too has had a few bad days before. Granted, he could not remember a time he had lashed out at a complete stranger, he felt he understood. And he could not think of a better cure for a bad day than with a friendly conversation. Ryan hesitated for a few moments after she had spoken to assure he would not be interrupting any lingering statements she had, but when he was sure she was done for the time being, he knew he was safe to respond. Interrupting the girl instantly became the top of his mental not-to-do list. "Noo..." He said with a chuckle, "*I don't think you look like a teacher." No teacher that he had ever seen, anyways. But the next statement was what caught him off guard, his preset questions seemed to be but on immediate hold. "Three or four years?!" Ryan exclaimed. Approaching the girl, he thought her to be no more than a few months* older than him, let alone years. He remembered his mother telling him that girls always matured faster than boys, and Ryan regretfully accepted his mother's statement. Why was life so unfair? Especially to boys, he added quickly to his train of thought before returning to the moment of hand. But, Ryan soon found himself with nothing to comment on; and decided it was best to start from square one. "My name is Ryan Matthews, I'm a first year, and it's nice to meet a fellow student!" He said cheerfully, "How about you?" He had added on the second part of the conversation knowing it seemed well within the girl's personality to ignore him all together had he just made the statement alone. Ryan was unable to tell if the young lady was simply having a bad day, or if this was her true personality. He had trouble believing it was her true personality, it was much more believable that she had been having a bad day, isolating herself away from the traffic of people and listening to music seemed like the perfect solution to such a day; but Ryan failed to realize that was exactly what he had ruined for her. [ Please do not worry about the length, with how beautiful your posts are I'm just as happy with one magnificent paragraph as I am with ten ;3 ]
	Must not all things in the last be swallowed by death? - Plato


Mitzi	Mar 7 2009, 01:08 AM Post #7
Member Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #423 Joined: September 6, 2006	Mitzi didn't like his oh-so-happy attitude. She didn't like people, let alone the people that thought life was all a bunch of fun and games. If he had seen even half of the things she had bared witness to, he would not be smiling either. He might even look like Dieter. Oh how she missed Dieter. Mitzi still called him, though not very often. She mostly wrote letters to him. Her last one had been to tell him that she would be getting a new address soon, she figured he'd get her letter in about two or three weeks. She hoped he understood her infrequent contact and her not being in their beloved Deutschland. Oh how she missed the Quark. Mitzi Richter. First year. Now...why are you talking to me? Mitzi really didn't like talking much either. If he hadn't noticed, then Mitzi would call him something along the lines of Verz�gerung. With the quick thought in her native language, Mitzi became instantly homesick. Sighing with despondency, Mitzi looked up at Ryan. If he had any brains inside his large head, he could see that the pale young female in front of him was sad and lonely, though she'd never admit to it. Look, Her voice leaden with weariness and her eyes hooded, Mitzi tried to be nice. When she opened her mouth, nothing came out. Feeling small and lost, Mitzi simply shouldered her black canvas backpack as she stood and began to stride away from the bright eyed, curious, and too-happy young boy. She replaced her ear-buds and hit play on her iPod as her heavy boots crushed the frail shoots of grass beneath her feet, marking the path she took. Her chains jangled mutely as she strolled across the yard looking for another safe-heaven. You cannot just walk away from him little one, it is rude. Watch me. You turn around right now or I will do something you will not like me for. You wouldn't dare! As you so eloquently put it, watch me. As heat washed over her body, Mitzi stood still. Dag, stop this, I don't want to hurt him. You will not hurt him child, unless you physically attack him, he will remain unharmed. I give you my word. The heat cascading over her body increased until she broke out in a light sweat. Dag, please. Not now, please?! You have forced me into this little one. With a sudden rush, the heat collided into her threshold and waited. When Mitzi did not turn around, she heard Dag say fine and the heat was instantly gone. Mitzi immediately knew Dag had manifested. She turned quickly, her hair flying out in a silken curtain as she did so. With horror registering on her face and tears brimming in her eyes, she looked from the young boy to Dag, sitting calmly beside him looking uninterestedly at the claws on his/her right front limb. The red bodied dragon was the height and length of a medium sized dog. Sapphire blue wings rested neatly upon the creatures back whilst golden spikes peaked out from between the wings and stood at attention, holding the line from the dragons crown of radiant horns adorning its head to the wicked looking sapphire tip of the dragons tail. The dragons deep blue eyes examined its sparkling golden claws with something close to boredom. I told you to turn around, or you would not like me. Now you will not like me, I am sorry little one. (Why thank you, your paragraphs are magnificent as well. It's just my best friend is always yelling at my post length.(Still super short, getting ready for bed so I can get up early. Hey, do you have AIM?))
	A bad grade is only one letter in the Essay of life. ~Lee Drake Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person. ~P.J. O'Rourke So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone" Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault


Illuminati	Mar 7 2009, 11:23 PM Post #8
The best place to hide a leaf is in a forest. Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #1,048 Joined: March 2, 2009	Ryan's smile faded to a thin frown as Mitzi gave her name so coldly. He did not understand how people could grow to a point where even a simple introduction was troublesome, and just casually talking to a classmate even more so. Yet he was in no way angered or offended by the reaction of the troubled lass, he simply could not help but feel a slight sadness for her. It was a sadness much different from pity, and was directed more toward his own inability to make her feel better, if even for a moment. He watched silently as Mitzi Richter stood, he knew she had no intention of listening to the response he had in mind as soon as she placed the isolating buds back into her ears. His ears perked as she issued the single word, but his hope soon faltered when he realized there would be no conversation afterward, not even a statement. Ryan's large eyes followed her as she walked away, mumbling a goodbye under his breath when he noticed her suddenly stop. It would be dishonest to say Ryan's first thought wasn't that a sudden change of heart was bringing her back to the table, little did he know it was something much different that was brought to the table. He noticed her eyes were not that of one about to apologize, they were far different, eyes of terror and fright. But why this was so, did not quite register with Ryan. In the blink of an eye, or fragment of time much shorter, Ryan looked down to meet the mass of scales just to the side of his legs, which was undoubtedly what Mitzi had seen. His eyes traced along each sapphire wing, the crimson body, delicate yet formidable spikes of gold, and the intimidating horns atop it's head. Ryan instinctively jerked upwards, standing shakily on the top of the table with a look of udder surprise and curiosity across his face- fear seemed to be astray from the boy's range of emotion for the time being. His mind raced, his unblinking eyes continuing to take in what had just appeared out of thin air. He had, of course, his first impression; which was simply that whatever had just happened could not possibly be happening less he was dreaming, and he was (almost) certain he was not. "*Is t-that a dr-dragon?" He stammered from atop the picnic table, his mind unable to find anything else to form into words. He was only able to identify it from the very basic elements of the creature's body- while it looked very much like a dragon, Ryan did not exclude the fact it could very well be something else entirely. After all, he never heard of dragons having the ability to appear out of no where. "Is he your pet?*" Ryan asked, not moving his eyes from the beast. He knew the feeling of surprise from presence of the creature was different within himself than it was with Mitzi- after all, it had not made a sound and yet she turned around as if it had alerted her, or she knew it was coming. It was clear the connection between the two was not like the connection between the mass of scales and Ryan, and while he did not know any sort of degree, he knew the two were related somehow. They just had to be. But Ryan remained frozen atop the picnic table, unable to move his body, let alone his eyes. Part of him could not comprehend what he was actually seeing, be it a dragon or not, it was something certainly out of place here in their world.
	Must not all things in the last be swallowed by death? - Plato


Mitzi	Mar 8 2009, 12:48 AM Post #9
Member Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #423 Joined: September 6, 2006	Dag, look what you've done! Why?! Her voice shook as she spoke telepathically with the dragon. You need him child. You need someone that will pry into your secret places, someone other than me. You need a real companion, someone that will be there with you in the daylight hours, around others, when I cannot be with you little one. But you're always with me Dag, no matter what, even in the daylight hours. Varum Dag? Bitte, sagt mich varum. The switch to her native language was instant and smooth. One moment she thought in Japanese and the next she thought in German. Her eyes brimmed with crystal tears, but the damns holding back the tidal wave never broke or faltered, not even for a single moment. As she stared at the dragon sitting atop the table, Mitzi wanted to cry, punch something, feel anything but what emotions held her enthralled. Mitzi knew that her constant companion had a great well of knowledge and experience that it relied on, but Mitzi could not fathom why the dragon would do such a thing at the moment when she had been most vulnerable. Looking up from the haughty dragon sitting so elegantly atop the aging picnic table, the pale young girl noticed that the sun-kissed boy had paled a few shades. His face had drawn tight in shock and awe at seeing such a magnificent, ancient creature sitting so plainly upon a picnic table in broad daylight. Her voice shaking with unshed tears, Mitzi spoke to Ryan, though she doubted he would be listening to her. He seemed to be staring at Dag so intently Mitzi thought that if Dag had been a water aspected dragon, he would have vaporized the poor dragon with how hot his gaze seemed to be. Dragon, Yes. Pet, no. He or she, I'm not sure. By it's name I assume it's a her, but it's voice lends the feeling of he. Ryan, Meet Dagmara, Dag for short. Oh, polite introductions. Too bad the poor boy can't hear anything I say. Tell him that I said it's nice to make his acquaintance, and that he does not have to stare at me in such an unappealing manner. It is impolite to stare. Oh, yes, tell him he may return to sitting, I do not bite. I give my word. The dragon nodded, as though it were satisfied with it's little speech. Mitzi clenched her fists in anger at the way Dag acted as though nothing out of the ordinary were happening. Yes, dragons just appeared out of thin air every day. Mitzi walked threateningly towards the dragon seated oh so proudly atop the dilapidated picnic table. Pointing her finger at the dragon as she walked, Mitzi let her precious bag drop to the ground unforgotten. You! How dare you use me in such an 'unbefitting' manner. I'm not your go-between. How dare you! I mean really Dag, How...Dare...You.* You return this instant or I'll....I'll...* As Mitzi told Dag to return, she pointed to the bare flesh that rested on her left inner forearm. Or you'll what, little one? And I utterly refuse to return, it is a beautiful day and besides, I need some fresh air. You never call me out unless we are alone- There is a reason for that. Until I found out what this school was about, you were suppose to stay hidden! God! Do you know how much you have just F*ed things up?! Jesus Dag! As Mitzi advanced on the dragon, it simply stared at her. When she reached her right hand out and wrapped it around the dragons smooth, scaly neck, the dragon still did nothing but look into the enraged young woman's eyes. The small dragon opened its mouth in a muted hiss as the girl began to squeeze her fist around the magnificent animal's neck. Without warning, a light began to gather in the creature's opened maw. The pale girl instantly brought her hand up, holding it less than six inches from the dragons mouth and the light. Her palm facing the dragon, she seemed to simply wait. When the dragon snapped its mouth shut, then opened it up almost an instant later, Mitzi's eyes saddened for a moment, then hardened and flashed with anger. As a small but powerful fire ball erupted from the dragons gaping mouth, Mitzi simply closed her fist around it. The fire ball vanished into wisps of smoke to be carried away on the gentle afternoon breeze. The young girl let go of the creature's neck and stepped back. Looking up at Ryan, the girls eyes seemed to glow as she scanned him for any signs of injury. With her quick precursory glance, she did not see that he had incurred any damage. I'm sorry you had to see that. Mitzi again sat with a plop upon the aging bench of the picnic table. Dag says it's nice to meet you, please stop staring at her, him...it, feel free to take your seat, she, he, it won't bite you. It gives its word. Under her breath, the pale, exasperated female added, however good that is, damn dragon.
	A bad grade is only one letter in the Essay of life. ~Lee Drake Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person. ~P.J. O'Rourke So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone" Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault


starr_x	Mar 9 2009, 05:59 AM Post #10
Member Posts: 12 Group: Members Member #1,050 Joined: March 7, 2009	Haine got out of the car and grabbed her things, setting them down beside her. "Gambattene, Haine." She grinned at her mother and put up a thumbs up. "Makasete!" Her mother turned the engine back on and smiled. "Have a good time." Haine watched as her mother's car drove off into the distance and sighed. To be honest, she was really nervous. What if no-one liked her? Even worse, what if everyone hated her? She dragged the luggage behind her and walked through the tall black metal gate. The gate itself made her feel inferior. She pressed her lips together and moved til she reached a grassy area, dotted with shade-providing trees. Was she lost? Her mother hadn't given her a map. She remembered the exact instruction her mother had given her. "When you get there, head to the office, okay? The receptionist will help you out." Too bad Haine had no idea where the Office was. "Mouu! Why didn't Okaa-san give me a map?!" she sighed, "Shoganai, I guess I'll have to find a way somehow. Oh wait, I'll ask someone nearby!" She looked around, searching for someone. There were some people around, but she couldn't find the courage to go up to someone, for a change. She felt lost and insecure. She took a deep breath and sat down, right in the middle of wherever she was. "Please find me!" she silently whispered to herself.
	Haine Otomiya


Illuminati	Mar 9 2009, 09:36 PM Post #11
The best place to hide a leaf is in a forest. Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #1,048 Joined: March 2, 2009	[ Ever so sorry for the wait, I've had an awful last 24 hours, including not only an infuriating BFF, but a dreadful ticket for turning right on red. And I apologize again for not responding to your last OOC statement- I rarely use AIM, but would be more than willing to give it to you if you just shoot me a PM. If you use MSN, I'd be on much more often. Oh, and welcome Starr_X, lemme apologize in advanced for not noticing you in my post, it's just because of the circumstances Ryan is in no way going to be paying attention to anything but the dragon on the bench, haha. ] So many silent things seemed to be happening at once, but the simply Ryan could not quite put his finger on it. He only knew what he was looking at was definitely not of the world he knew, and that Mitzi seemed to be on the verge of tears, but he could not imagine why for the life of him. Was the creature not supposed to be out? Was she afraid he would go tell the teachers a mythical creature was running ramped on the campus? He had to tell Mitzi quick that she had no reason to be crying. But, she was responding to his last questions, which Ryan intently listened to, yet did not break his captivated gaze. It was just too unreal! Ryan nodded absentmindedly as Mitzi spoke. There was a battle in his own mind, attempting to piece together just what was going on. So, this dragon, it was not her pet. But it follows her around to school? She can't tell it's gender. But isn't that a relatively easy thing to note about most creatures? Name. Now, at least it has a name, but wait, a voice? It speaks!? He calmed himself when he heard his name, and his enchanted eyes broke from Dag and turned to Mitzi for the first time in what seemed like just a split second, but in reality everyone but Ryan knew to be much longer. Dagmara, Ryan repeated slowly in his head. It did not sound like a language he could name off the top of his head. Then again, he only knew one and a third languages, and didn't know of too many more... Ryan's eyesight shifted to Mitzi's now clenched fist, and as she suddenly advanced thought for sure he was about to get a clobbering. "Wait, don't hit m-" he stammered, taking a short step backwards, but quickly noticed Mitzi was not even looking at him, but her now shimmering eyes were focused onto Dagmara, in a way much different than his own eyes were fixated. They nearly pulsed with anger, and Ryan could not imagine what she was about to do as she motioned to her own arm, because at first glance it looked like a scolding, but could one truly scold such a creature? But Ryan stood corrected as Mitzi went for the neck. "Hey! Don't hur-" Ryan stammered yet again, attempting to stand up for the creature who, unbeknown to Ryan, in no way needed to be stood up for. There was a quick flash of light, and what looked to be fire, but Ryan knew something even further out of the ordinary had happened- then again, after encountering a living, breathing dragon, what really was out of the ordinary any more? The smoke that emitted from Mitzi's fist was rather ominous, Ryan had no explanation for what could have happened, and even less of one for why Mitzi suddenly looked over him as if expecting him to be wearing something weird. But then the most unexpected thing yet, even more than a dragon appearing from thin air, occurred. Mitzi Richter apologized, and Ryan knew instantly things were just about to get better. He listened to her with a brimming smile, and could not help but think of all the times his grandmother would speak for one of her cats. Mr. Bobby doesn't like the rain. Oh no he doesn't. Ryan took a seat on the other side of the table, for Mitzi had taken his spot, and while he contemplated filling the small space between her and the dragon, he figured the squeeze would not be worth the awkward closeness, even though he secretly really wanted to feel Dagmara's beautifully shining scales. He thought how the two could be communicating, could Dag understand them? Was Mitzi speaking in a language he could not hear? Why is it she did not communicate with hisses as well? "Sorry... Dag." Ryan said with his bright smile, unsure if it was alright for him to use the shortened form of the creature's name, "But you can't blame me! It's not every day I get to see something you're told only exists in fairy tales..." He dropped his head, but his chin met with the palm of his hand, from which he dreamily looked to Dag, and only not to be rude, occasionally to Mitzi. "It's nice to meet you too." Ryan said sweetly, telling himself it only constituted as staring if he forgot to blink, "My name is Ryan." To think, to meet a dragon. It was still almost unbelievable. Ryan knew not how Mitzi had grown so accosted to such a presence, a mythical, if not magical, being in your every day life? How incredible! Ryan grew slightly jealous, but just the thought of trying to hide such a creature from the rest of humanity soon squandered the feeling.
	Must not all things in the last be swallowed by death? - Plato


Mitzi	Mar 10 2009, 04:19 PM Post #12
Member Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #423 Joined: September 6, 2006	Sighing, Mitzi hung her head once more, her elbows resting upon her knees while her hands hung limply between them. With a single exasperated laugh, the pale young female shook her head and turned to face the tanned young boy. She, he, whatever, knows who you are, why do you think it's here? It- Mitzi suddenly stopped talking and glared at the dragon on the table. What do you mean 'don't tell him'?! I thought you wanted him to pry into my secret places? I'm telling him about you, right now he doesn't want to know about me. Look at the way he is watching you. God, it's almost creepy. That, little one, I have noticed. It unnerves me. Really? No shit. I wonder why he watches you. Did you ever think that you're a mythical creature?!?!* God Dag. What were you thinking. It's the middle of the day in a public area!* You forced me- I didn't force anything. I believe I begged you to stay hidden, to not do this. I did not call you out. You did this on your own! Mitzi sighed once more. Lifting her head, Mitzi turned to look directly into Ryan's radiant cerulean eyes. You do not tell anyone of this. Nobody must find out about Dag. Do you understand me? For all you know, dragons are just myths and legends in story books who were slain by knights. Dag does not exist...period. Mitzi didn't feel that Ryan was listening to her, so she snapped her fingers in front of his face to get his attention. Ryan, I really need you to focus here. This is the most important moment of your life. For if I find out that you told even one person, even on accident, then I will kill you myself. I won't even need my powers to kill you. Do I make myself clear? Mitzi watched the sun-kissed boy with unblinking eyes. She awaited his response. Mitzi did not know if she needed to kill the poor boy, or wither she really could kill him. She might only be able to beat him bloody and broken. Mitzi did not like threatening people, but it got the results that she needed. Like secrecy, loyalty for some reason or another. If only Dieter were standing behind her with his big arms crossed over his chest, looking imposing. Mitzi felt inadequate doing this on her own. She always had Dieter to follow through with her threats. She sighed sadly, nodded to Dag and watched as the small dragon de-materialized and appeared as a small, colorful, and intricate tattoo on her inner left forearm. You will not run then little one? I give you my word. And unlike a certain dragon I know, I intend to keep my word. Must you amuse yourself all the time, it grinds on my nerves. Really? I thought dragons had nerves of steel. What about titanium? What metal is harder that titanium Dag? Can you tell me? I would not know child. Perhaps you should ask your new little friend. He looks like he might know. Smart ass. (Sorry for the length and the time it took me to reply. I finally got back home and had to spend time with my Significant Other. (S.O.) I'll keep on it next time. PS-Starr, be more aggressive in your posts, do you see how Illuminati and I write? Perhaps your character could have noticed the dragon sitting on the picnic table and she can wander over to find out if it was just some sort of action figure or something. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings here, I'm just trying to help you grow as a Role Player. )
	A bad grade is only one letter in the Essay of life. ~Lee Drake Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person. ~P.J. O'Rourke So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone" Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault


starr_x	Mar 11 2009, 06:36 AM Post #13
Member Posts: 12 Group: Members Member #1,050 Joined: March 7, 2009	((Oh! I almost forgot I posted here. Please forget about my post, I'll try to delete it.. Someone responded to my thread. Hai Hai~! Thank you for having me..))
	Haine Otomiya


Mitzi	Mar 11 2009, 06:11 PM Post #14
Member Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #423 Joined: September 6, 2006	(It's ok, I didn't know if you could be in that many threads at once...I can, I just chose not to. Good luck in all your postings.)
	A bad grade is only one letter in the Essay of life. ~Lee Drake Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette The weirder you're going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person. ~P.J. O'Rourke So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, "Already Gone" Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault


Illuminati	Mar 11 2009, 06:38 PM Post #15
The best place to hide a leaf is in a forest. Posts: 17 Group: Members Member #1,048 Joined: March 2, 2009	[ I noticed you posted the exact same thing twice around the forum; so I'm not surprised. No big though, and it was nice to meet you. ] Ryan's head turned to Mitzi upon hearing her voice, nearly recovered from the initial shock and wonder of such a creature so casually lounging on a park picnic table. Ryan did not quite understand what Mitzi was trying to say, afterall he had no idea why Dag was here. Or even what was meant by "here", for that matter. Here on this world? Ryan had no idea. Why sitting on the bench just across from him? Even less of an idea. But it was interesting to hear that Dag already knew who he was... had the dragon been invisible when he introduced himself to Mitzi? Or did the creature simply have such a power to know such things? It did not seem far off in the realm of possibilities. Again Mitzi sighed, and Ryan wondered if this had been the third or fourth time he heard the elongated exhale of the crimson-eyed girl. She did not appear to be tired, but frustration seemed to be the key behind every airy gesture. But now, her deep scarlet eyes met his own, a classic clash of cerulean and crimson, Ryan did not think to blink, for Mitzi seemed far too severe. Little did she know, as she spoke, Ryan paid every ounce of his attention onto her unsurprising and much anticipated words of warning, and upon the snapping of her delicate fingers, Ryan only flicked his eyes to the two digits before returning to Mitzi's eyes to convey he was indeed paying attention. After the lengthy warning had been delivered, many insignificant thoughts were running through Ryan's overstimulated mind. "Kill me?" He said giggling. Mitzi had come to a point of severity not known even to Ryan's mother on her worst days. Granted, more was probably at stake then a room gone uncleaned for one more day, but Ryan could still not help but chuckle. There were many ways Ryan wanted to respond- he had more than one story of his trustworthiness and his secret-keeping ability was unmatched by any he knew on the planet. But, as he come to quickly realize there was no amount of words that could deliver proper comfort to Mitzi, he simply sat upright on the bench, and dropped his arms to lay casually crossed on the table. "*I guess I'll have to be extra* careful then, don't I?*" Ryan said teasingly, knowing very well there was not a chance he would reveal Mitzi's friend. But the thought of doing so struck another thought, that if anything, Mitzi should be begging* him not to tell, and offering to do anything he wanted to prevent her secret from getting out. After all, his death would not be able to take back words. So he would die, at least the world would know dragons finally existed. There must be a plethora of scientists who would give their life for their name to go down in history for such a discovery. Ryan concluded Mitzi had indeed approached the situation in a way that lacked thorough thought, but Mitzi was very luck Ryan was not such a person. "*Mitzi, you can relax, I won't tell your secret to anyone, I promise.*" He said sweetly, raising his right arm. He extended his little finger, the nearly universal insignia of a promise, and awaited for Mitzi's to interlink with his. Ryan hoped this would be enough to at the very least show Mitzi he truly meant her no harm, and although he knew there was no way she was about to fully trust him any time soon, Ryan knew he was not out to reveal Dag's existence to the world, or blackmail her with the knowledge, or anything of the unkindly sort. The young boy smiled yet again, simply wanting to be her friend.
	Must not all things in the last be swallowed by death? - Plato


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