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Post by FRIEDA MARLENE on Feb 5, 2013 23:50:06 GMT -5
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There was a certain kind of crackle that rattled the air at that given moment, a tension that would be hard to put into words, at the very least. The room was cold, more chilly than it should have been given the fair temperatures that could be found outdoors. Of course, the heat pulsing from the star millions of miles away provided a different sort of heat than what was lacking within the confines of that nearly rectangular box. And, seemingly alone, sat a teacher and student, master and pupil, creator and created. If this were to be a children's television show, surely, electricity would be flying down the line where their eyes were seemingly locked onto one another, the resentment evident in the way both held themselves. Red eyes were narrowed in hatred. Brown eyes were tilted in displeasure. All in all, it was a formula that added up to disaster.
The morning was young, surely, the clock on the wall reading about half an hour before school was actually to begin. For the hallways, one could see a stray student or teacher hurrying down the empty corridor from time to time. However, other than that, the building was almost as empty as a ghost town. The particular classroom in which she was seated was no exception. Compared to the twenty or so students that sat in there throughout the span of the day, a measely two people really couldn't dream to compare. In addition, during the day time, someone was always talking, whether it be the teacher giving a lesson, the humble drone of whispers under peoples' breaths, or the fool who thought himself tall shouting obnoxiously across the room and laughing at anything and everything to appear strong. There were no words being thrown around now, though. The only noise was the faint tapping sound coming from approaching figures from outside the room and the somewhat blusterous wind attacking the building as a whole from the outside, threatening to detach it from it's base and send it hurtling into the atmosphere above it's original place.
Morning detention was not a good way to start of the school day, obviously, neither for student, nor teacher. The body language, the pulsing emotions, everything about the mood of the scene could prove this. An inconvinience to both, if you would. Killing precious time as to punish the younger of the two in hopes they would learn from their mistakes and get over themselves, chaning their ways and starting down the path towards the life of a pure hearted person. Yeah. As if. The red-haired trouble maker sitting in the front row all by her lonesome was having none of that. They could give her detention as many times as they wanted, scold her as many times as they wanted, call home as many times as they wanted, done anything and she would still refuse to twist herself to fit their preferences and distastes. Her father taught her that was wrong, told her that she should be who she wanted to be and no one else. Maybe she wanted to be the source of a little anarchy. Was that really so wrong? Well, according to the man across from her, it must have been. They'd been having a tournament of staring contests on repeat for what seemed to be an eternity - probably five or so minutes in reality, though - the elder of the two often loosing without even realizing it. It was more one-sided than anything; he probably didn't even know she'd challenged him telepathically. Of course, it was weird, just staring like that for so long. She had to make something out of it.
It took everything Frieda had to keep herself from groaning aloud, cursing under her breath, and slouching as far down into her chair as humanly possible. She'd tried that stunt earlier in the morning. All it resulted in was her hurting her back on her hasty way up and another scolding from the black-haired man staring at her then. She hoped he died in a hole. Got run over by a bus on his way home. Was struck down by whatever higher being was up there himself whilst leaving the prison she was stuck in now. And, while they struggled to find a replacement, boom! No class for her or anyone else in Class C! They'd be saved for a whole week! Or, at least, this was the image she was building up in her mind. It was times like these that she'd grab paper - anything she could possibly get her hands on, honestly - and start doodling like mad. Draw funny shapes, bubble letters, the knight in shining armor she wanted to sweep off her feet and take her away from this pit hole she'd been forced into by the law. But that was kind of. Um. You know. Impossible? Not with mister Watchy McWatcherson hovering over her like a hawk did its prey. She'd do anything rather than be here by herself with him. She'd even rather be playing that corny card game that they sold all over. What was it called again? Duel Monsters or something?
"I'm going to use the restroom," came his nearly monotoned voice, strong and high in volume. Certainly a silence breaker there. "Don't move from that desk or You'll be sitting with the principle all day rather than me this morning. And, trust me - he's far worse than I am." The bitter child was half tempted to hiss something about how not many things could be worse than this before deciding it better to quiet herself. Nodding slightly, the scowl never vanishing from her features, she eyed him carefully as he turned on his heel and exitted the room in a haste. How long was he holding it in until he couldn't anymore? She tried to imagine him wetting himself. Now, wouldn't that be a sight for sore eyes? Bending down and fetching a notebook by her feet, she began drawing a variety of things on the blank spaces of past assignments and notes, her first being a teacher's pants soiled by their own waste. It was pointless to try to keep the smirk off her face.
The minutes ticked by and nothing happened, more and more white space being taken up as she drew a variety of different, horrific dolls, each resembling her in some odd fashion. A good ten minutes had slipped by and, still, no sign of the teacher. She took this as he either had a serious bladder problem that would need to be checked on after this was all said and done or he'd ditched her like she tried to ditch school, not wanting to be alone with her in that room any longer than necessary. Well, that was alright. She still probably hated his existance in her life more than he her's. Lots of resentment going on there. Maybe she'd consult the guidance counciler and ask him to allow her to sit down with all of her teachers so she could spit their inperfections in their faces. That ought to let her blow of some stress. It'd be niced to wound their prides without getting into too much trouble or causing a scene in the classroom. Again. She must have finally gotten the picture after the twentieth time or just gotten bored with the sport of harassing teachers in front of her peers. Deducing that she was left in absolute solitude with no one to catch her, she slowly stuffed her textbooks, notebooks, and other necessities into a sloppy piled and strolled towards the door.
Pausing and staring back at her desk, she wondered how bad the principle really would be in comparison to the short-haired robot that was watching her before. It only took her five seconds to realize how pathetic it was that she was even musing over that in the first place. All bark, no bite, she said. Trying to scare her into staying still. Well, she would have none of that. "Just try to keep me chained up, moron. I'll break free and sock you so hard in the nose your brains fly out."
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Post by SETO KAIBA on Feb 7, 2013 22:10:36 GMT -5
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''So noisy...'' The male said in a stoic tone before walking up to the gates while two tall man dressed in black made a way for him to enter. Kaiba never understood why these girls and people were going so crazy over him. Was it for his money ? Fame? Or did they actually wanted to form a family with him and inherit a part of the company? In any case , Kaiba really didn't gave a damn about all of this since he'd never make contact with such lowlifes anyway. Between he and them was two completely separated worlds.
A long red carpet rolled upon the main entrance in order to make Seto's shoes clean as he walked into the school without trying to cause any further ruckus. Smashing into the school's main councilor room , the principal quickly got up and bowed upon noticing the presence of the CEO leader. ''I suppose you already know why I'm here. Then I don't think we need to discuss about this subject any further. Pack up your stuffs and get the hell out of here. As for your position... I shall find another one that is more suitable for it.'' Kaiba said with authority before leaving the room with pride. Feeling relieved he had finally avenged his brother for the 123786123 times. Kaiba couldn't understand about how his brother was getting bullied all the time. Was he that weak to be actually picked on by everyone? The male entered in his thoughts as he kept walking before bumping into something/someone solid that almost made him trip over to the ground. ''What the...''
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Post by FRIEDA MARLENE on Feb 8, 2013 23:59:55 GMT -5
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Here's a marvelous idea for you - don't mess with the delinquent. The delinquent is going to mess you up right back and, boy, it's not going to be pretty. In other words, bumping into the fiery red-haired chick storming down the hallways isn't going to do you any good.
By this point in time, Frieda had already turned a corner and her prison in the shape of a horrible classroom was already far from being within eyesight. It was the little things that made her happy and goodness, not even having to think about stupid detention and stupid teachers was already beginning to make her mood skyrocket into the atmosphere... and above!It took all the power within her not to break out into obnoxious laughter over the good turn of events that had managed to come her way. If her efforts proved futile, she would be in a lot of trouble; she did spend most of her time with the teachers, after all, and the moron keeping her locked up in detention that morning could probably distinguish her hyena-like laughter. She'd be tossed into the principle's office faster than she could say "Blue Eyes White Dragon" and, goodness, would that make her fortune take another complete and utter u-turn. She'd like to keep her string of good luck for as long as she possibly could, thank you very much. So, onward in silence she went, all but skipping down the tiled flooring.
School in the morning was dreary, certainly. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, so the only source of lighting that really mattered - the weak rays of sunlight peeking in through the windows not significant enough to count, obviously - was the blinding fluorecent lighting above her head. The dirty, yellow stained flooring beneath the shoes on her feet only proved to reflect the yellowish-colored lighting back at her, illuminating the room even further and making the blank hallway shine even more. She'd never actually noticed how much the fake lighting hurt her retinas before this when the light from outdoors proved to be less than indoors; lessons always ate away at her attention, she was off in la-la land, or she was doodling in her notebooks, so there was really not reason for her to muse over the lighting in her prison cell. But there was no one here now. Nothing but her short frame, the walls around her, and a whole ton of oxygen, carbon dioxyde, and whatever other elements and compounds filled the air around she and her fellow humans. It was only natural she'd start turning her attention towards things she'd never done before.
Upon passing by one of the first floor windows, something... strange caught her attention. A loud ruckus coming from just beyond the brick walls and the glass that blocked her off from the world beyond. Yelling? A fight, maybe? No, that wasn't it. If it was a fight, it was certainly stirring up quite some excitement from the people around the two in combat and, even then, she'd never heard a reaction to punching and kicking another being like this. No, they were... cheering, and not for two idiots who thought they'd look tough by punching out someone else's brain. One name in particular was being passed through the crowd like ripples on a wave, but she couldn't quite distinguish it through all the commotion, despite her struggle. With all the noise the people outside were making, it might as well have been a super star or millionaire approaching out of the blue. She laughed aloud for a moment before realizing she was to be quiet and slapped a palm across her own mouth. It's be an outright disaster if anyone were to catch her now.
Musing over that, she had to wonder what she was going to do now that she was out and about. Go home, perhaps? Just leave the school until the day was actually due to begin? But her aunt and uncle would be furious with her if she dared to skip out on that, too, so that would kind of kill the point. She could always wander around the school until people started streaming through the doors. Yes, dodging teachers and faculty wouldn't be to much of a problem. Of course, there was no telling when her captor himself would be returning to the place she'd just escaped from. She hadn't seen him on her way there, so there was no way to pinpoint his location. If she was unlucky he was already no his way to the classroom. If she was really unlucky, he was already there. Freezing at the thought, the outrageous howling coming from behind her only proving to fuel her downright outrage and horror, she realized just how big of a pit she'd dig for herself. Muttering every cuss word she knew under her breath, she began to half run, half walk down the hallway, making sure to take the slightly longer route as to avoid any teachers who would scold her for being about or simply moving in such a manner. She hardly even saw the brunette newcomer cross her path and enter the principle's office.
And that was when she realized she's walked in an entire circle.
Blinded by the fear of getting in school suspension as promised and the anger created by her own stupidity, she must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and realized that her feet were not carrying her in the right direction. Pulling so hard on the skirt of her school uniform - orange. Such an ugly color. The only thing worse would have been pink. - it could have very well ripped, she headed in the opposite direction, wondering why holes weren't appearing where she stopped her feet onto the ground with the impact. So much for good luck; she was absolutely raging at that point in time. She only stopped dead in her tracks as she, for the second time, passed by the principle's office, hearing some sort of commotion going on indoors. Forgetting about making it back to class on time with curiosity taking its place - she tended to do that a lot - she pressed herself up against the door and tried to listen to what was going on. However, the words were muddled together and impossible to distinguish. Upset once again, she moved away with a scowl, going back to walking back to the most wonderful place on Earth... only to have the door swing open and run into something solid.
"What the...?"
Nearly stumbling backwards and landing on her rear end, Frieda caught herself just in the nick of time, managing to regain her balance after taking a few steps back. She didn't know exactly what she'd bumped into; all she knew was that it was a lot taller than her tiny little shape and hard. "Who's the idiot who stuck a pole in the middle of the hall-" Looking up, she found herself face to face with a taller male, presumably around her age and vaguely familiar in looks. Vaguely. By the looks of the uniform he was wearing, he must have gone to the school; that would explain why she could recognize his face, if only in the slightest. "Hey, watch were you're going, nimrod," she hissed angrily. "You nearly knocked me over!"
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Post by SETO KAIBA on Feb 9, 2013 21:03:10 GMT -5
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''Hey watch who you're talking to!'' One of his body guard warned the girl whom he had just bumped into before Kaiba interrupted once again by raising his left arm. ''No it's ok. Let her continue.''
Kaiba said before playful grin formed upon his face. The male had instantly developed a slight interest toward the female that stood in-front of him as she was the first person who had ever dared to talk to him in such manners. Usually people would bow down with respect upon the sight of his presence. While they were in fear , the male held absolute power and authority. There was not a single person in the world who didn't knew who Seto Kaiba was. Not after these times where he had just bought the concept of the game ''Duel Monsters'' from Pegasus. The man was going to start mass producing this product as it is already famous in the America. It was determined to be the best product ever.
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Post by FRIEDA MARLENE on Feb 10, 2013 14:12:48 GMT -5
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Further more, throwing said delinquent a teasing, mocking smirk after wounding their pride by nearly knocking them over? Yeah, still not the best idea one could ever conceive. Really, the brunette standing before her wasn't exactly making some of the best decisions when it came to handling something like the fiery tempered red head. What would he do next? Straight out punch her? Oh, goodness, what a scene that would make. All that could be certain at this point in time was that she was absolutely fuming at the turn of events that had befallen the two.
There was a certain air to the half stranger in her presence that made Frieda ponder if she was really just talking to another ordinary school student or had actually stumbled upon someone of more importance. While it seemed unlikely that a male who hardly seemed to be a day over her own age in appearance could be someone important enough for her to care for, the signs were obviously trying to prove her otherwise. What exactly was the commotion going on in the room that she'd been trying to eavsedrop on just moments in advance? Initially, she had been lead to believe that he had been scolded by the principle. It would make sense guessing as he was looking to be too young for someone of high enough priority to have more power than the person holding together the rules of the school up front. Of course, for someone having just been given a lecture about behavior and such by someone above them, he was certainly taking things well. A little too well if you asked her. The idea was beginning to sound less likely than before, though the idea that the roles were flipped in the screaming process still sounded a little too far fetched to accept either. Maybe she'd have to ask him if she even bothered sticking around after giving him an earful for nearly pushing her to the dirty tile floors.
But the air or arrogance around him wasn't the only thing starting to set her off about the whole scenario. There were also those two rather large men standing behind him, looking almost like body guards of some sort. Holding back another outright laugh, though giggling a bit at the foolishness of it all, she couldn't help but mock her own stupidity for even thinking something like that. A high schooler needing body guards? Yeah right! As if! When pigs fly, maybe. It was just a coincidence. Maybe the principle she was thinking about earlier was having death threats or something thrown onto him? Perhaps he just wanted a little bit of protection from any lurking threats. That was entirely possible. Of course, this idea was also washed down the drain as a series of peculiar events transpired. As she managed to catch herself and look up, she managed to watch the two men race to stand beside the youngest of the crowd, concerned eyes scanning him over as they asked a variety of questions to check his safety. "Mister Kaiba, are you okay?" one demanded. The name rolled around in her mind. Again, vaguely familiar, but not enough to really spark her interest. "Call an ambulance and a private doctor quickly! He might be hurt somewhere!" the other called, both fumbling to get a grasp on the situation. Seemingly irritated by their behavior, the blue-eyed male spat, "Get away from me! I'm not hurt and I don't need any help, alright?" It was to this she couldn't help but smile snarkily.
"Wow, Mr. King. You should really keep your guys in check. I'm not entirely sure of whether you can take care of yourself or not if you've got those two goons there to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight every time you get a boo-boo."
It was not long after she let her verbal barbs be revealed to the light of day that the two "goons" decided to turn on her, calling her out for injuring their precious little baby. "Hey, watch who you're talking to!" the first called, only proving to wash away to smugness from her expression and replace it with utter resentment once more. Yeah, he's the one who decided to be a total jerk face and stand right in front of her just so that she would fall down - probably so he could laugh at her when she collided with the floor and try to make himself look tall. Or, at least, something to that effect - and yet she was the one who was getting scolded for shouting at him when he very justly deserved it. Oh, she had some more colorful insults up her sleeves just waiting to be thrown at the two behind him, too, now. Her uncle had indirectly taught her nearly every bit of profanity in the book. Of course, catching her off guard was the apparent leader of the group's next choice of words, apparently shrugging them off rather than agreeing with what they had thrown her way. "No, it's okay. Let her continue." For a minute, she was actually stupid enough to think that he was standing up for her. Mhm. She really needed to be hit by a bus for that one.
Again, the belittling smile creep up on the corners of his mouth and she had to resist the urge to spit in his face right then and there. Actually. That sounded really tempting. Saliva was already beginning to build up in her mouth before she decided to save the trick for later. Maybe she'd spit it right in his eyes. Oh, yes, the look of shock he'd likely display for him would be absolutely priceless and she'd get the heck back to class before the two men behind him could even register what had just transpired. Instead, she would take a few lines from the book of wit and sarcasm she'd tried to build over the years and see how far that would get her until she could really show some disrespect for the apparently high and mighty male standing before her. "Oh, no, pardon me. That was entirely my fault. I take complete blame. It's just I have a thing for running over imbeciles who stand around in the middle of the hall like someone who's retarded. And wipe that smug look off your ugly little face - it's really starting to tick me off."
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