Xena
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Post by Xena on Apr 13, 2008 12:04:42 GMT 7
ooc: Shaira only. Message me if you want to join.
The paperwork’s half done. Unlimited piles of paper flooded the table of the office I was in. The carpeted floor rubbed against my bare soles as I shuffled around; getting lazier the longer I stared at the work waiting to be finished. Once in a while, I’d pick up a sheet of paper from the peak of one of those stacks, read it, before sending my concerns, or approving it, or denying it, or simply throwing it in the President’s care; to the southeast corner of the room, where a separate stack of sheets waited to be fetched by the secretary robot.
I felt like a prisoner.
More than what I felt with the shackles around—the restrictors, I mean.
I sighed as I glanced down on the accessory again. Who knew something like this could get that much of a hold on me. Oh well; it doesn’t matter now. Looking for something to break this is already an undergoing process. I draped a jacket over my black shirt with white designs of flowers and dots, slipping on a black miniskirt and black boots as well. I then stepped out of the room, leaving all those work behind.
Now, where should I go?
I leisurely walked through the roads past the Elementary building, to the direction of Freedom Space. I was in a curious mood, making the labyrinth a good place to satisfy my emotional need.
Maybe.
It was dark; a starless night, the moon disappearing every now and then, swallowed by a blanket of clouds. I lingered at the entrance of the labyrinth, clueless on how to find what I wanted to see. To enter, or not to enter? That is the question.
Obviously, the much rational choice is not to go in the maze. But, just as what I read on a contact’s display message in MSN, if the world was restrained to common sense, life wouldn’t be fun.
In, then?
No; it would be too risky. Who knows when I'll be able to find my way out again? I feel brainwashed—no past memories triggered the blueprint I saw for the labyrinth.
A bench was cradled in a wispy beam of the moon. I sat on it without hesitation, seeing my legs go pale under its melancholic light. I rubbed my hands together, suddenly feeling cold.
“A starless night. How…lonely.”
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`Shaira`
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Post by `Shaira` on Apr 14, 2008 1:44:19 GMT 7
A gentle breeze goes by as Shaira walked inside the labyrinth. It was an another boring day for her. She's not used on staying outside when it's already night because she's the type of person who easily gets sickness. Good thing, she carries a jacket with her.
She slowly take a step and notice the starless sky. 'Just earlier, th sky was blue but now it's really dark. And, I can't see even a star. Maybe it'll rain.' Those words are what she's thinking while looking at the sky.
She took a step again. This time, she noticed a girl nearby. Shyness engulfed her body and she can't even move on her location. She's not good at any conversation and not a very entertaining talker.
With courage, she walked slowly towards the girl's location. She deliberately cultivate an interestof being friends with her by just the first impression.
"Yeah, sure it was. You should put this jacket on."
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Xena
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Post by Xena on Apr 16, 2008 11:45:07 GMT 7
ooc: Sorry for the late rep. Connection problems.
I closed my eyes wistfully, tightly clenching the bench’s edge with my fingers. So much to do, so little time…and balancing work and play seemed so hard to do. Should I make a schedule? Nah, I’d probably lose it anyway, adding another paper to keep in the towers of information currently rotting in the vice-president office. The thought reminded me of leftovers.
It made me sick.
Lost in my nauseating thoughts, in my worthless stash of revolting wonders and languid hopes, no one could’ve expected me to still be in contact with my surroundings. Surprise, surprise, I heard the familiar sound of stepping feet, despite how slow it was. A presence here in the Freedom Space is—watching me? I tensed up, barely breathing, listening for the unmistakable sound of continued movement.
But I heard none.
Had it been only my imagination? It was a common noise in places like the labyrinth, the forest. Hardly anyone without the ability could distinguish which sound is which. I have to consider if it was merely the rusting of leaves, or perhaps the scurrying of squirrels, or maybe the soft breeze blowing against my ears, that caused the noise. But I was spared from further pondering when the sound continued finally, ambling towards me.
I hope that it wasn’t that darned living teddy bear that finally stepped out of his cottage home to enter the maze, or else I was done for.
Suddenly realizing I still had my eyes closed, I opened them, the moon’s beam fading away. I found the reason why I had only guessed earlier, grasping the fact that I was staring behind my eyelids.
The figure shuffled closer. Guess what, little bear, I can handle you anytime.
The moon released itself from the grasp of the clouds, revealing the outline I was staring defiantly at. A female, who would’ve thought. Certainly not me; it takes a while for things like this to register in my brain.
My grip on the edge loosened, my breath coming out in a relieved puff, steadily restoring oxygen back to my lungs.
“Yeah, sure it was. You should put this jacket on,” she said sociably, referring to the item with her. I had a second to wonder what she meant by the first sentence she uttered, before I thought it was a response to what I spoke a while ago. Bemused, I nudged my shoulder and said, “But I already have one.” The jacket I draped over my shoulder when I left the office was still as lifeless as ever, made in black leather. I wore it carefully.
I stared curiously at the girl, before saying considerately, “You should wear yours. You look pale.” Wrong thing to say. The moon makes me look pale. What could make her complexion any different? “I mean, you look like you get sick easily,” I assumed sheepishly.
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`Shaira`
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Post by `Shaira` on Apr 16, 2008 18:51:28 GMT 7
“But I already have one.”
This black-haired girl sat placidly beside the other unfamiliar girl on the bench. She hold tightly the jacket that she's offering to the girl that she had just rejected on her lap. This girl has only a little bit genial disposition so her tongue could slipped and say something that would really hurts. That's why, she kept quiet.
“You should wear yours. You look pale.”
"Eh?"
The unfamiliar girl seems really kind and concerned to her. Hearing the magnanimous words of the unfamiliar girl, she wears her jacket. She kept silent again.
She felt warmth now. Just earlier, she really looked pale and helpless. The jacket is really helpful to the weak body of hers.
“I mean, you look like you get sick easily,”
There was a stone on her throat that she can't even say a word. She recognized the girl's face. It was... it was... the Vice-president of the student council! Now, how is she going to talk with benign to a vice-president. She is too shy and oblivious.
The unfamiliar girl should be confronted with a benign and polite manners that's why she thought a smile would be better. She looked at the unfamiliar girl's face then smiled warmly.
"You don't need to worry now. I'm fine."
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Xena
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Post by Xena on Apr 18, 2008 13:39:39 GMT 7
I felt her sit down gently beside me. My hands rose to my chest as I crossed them together, a bit clueless on what to say next. I looked to the side, taking my vision away from the girl, staring wordlessly at the dark, grass-carpeted road that led also to the outside of the Freedom Space. I remembered that boy…he died here, didn’t he? Who could’ve known something like that could’ve happened? I remembered the cyro hands, the frigid rink, and his body just under it all, frozen like the rest of it… I shuddered involuntarily, feeling icy cold, like I just stepped out of Japan and into the Antarctica in a split second. There are so many memories I want to leave behind.
What a horrible life.
I turned back to the girl beside me, catching her in the act of wearing her own jacket. How selfless she had appeared as a first impression—offering me her own stuff rather than using it for her own self. Perhaps I should take her as a role-model for sharing. But it’s not like I get opportunities to share everyday.
I kept my gaze indifferent upon her face while she stared back, appearing dumbfounded. Do I remind her of someone she knows? I thought. Or do I simply have something on my face?
Instinctively my hands broke the cross on my chest, one of them clinging to my cheek while the other brushed across my face. I didn’t feel anything on my face. Was I only being paranoid, or was my first presumption correct?
Though I’m a bit unsure of what to think, I supposed ignorance is bliss.
My hands flopped down on my lap as she replaced her speechless expression with a warm smile. “You don't need to worry now. I'm fine,” she assured me in the same, sociable manner she had done so earlier. At least, that’s how I read it. I leaned forward, my gaze refusing to leave her face. I shrugged, not because I wanted to wave off her words, but because I haven’t got anything better to do.
I clasped my hands together distractedly, before casually inquiring, “So…what brings you here? Taking a midnight stroll?”
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`Shaira`
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Post by `Shaira` on Apr 19, 2008 16:19:39 GMT 7
“So…what brings you here? Taking a midnight stroll?”
"Yeah..."
She was too nervous to talk. Her hands were trembling and deep inside, she is panicking. Everything will be okay if I would just be respectful to her. Stop trembling! Thinking what to do, suddenly she notices again the sky. The night... how mysterious and strange.
The night is like a scenery full of gloom and thick darkness and the moon was shining now and then. It's really dark, now what will she do now? The stars are replaced by darkness and maybe, soon enough, rain would come.
She stopped thinking aout those things then shook her head. She may look crazy but it will help her to forget things like darkness because it's one of her fears. At least, she have someone with her.
She looked around to observe. It seems that everone was inside in their respective dorms right now. It makes her think what might be time now. She doesn't wear her watch right now but she's too shy to ask it.
"B-by the way, I'm Shaira."
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Xena
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Post by Xena on Apr 19, 2008 19:06:03 GMT 7
My gaze left her finally to linger on the space ahead of my face. I breathed in the cool air around me as I tried to make myself warm, occasionally huffing carbon dioxide into my closed palms. "Yeah..." I heard someone say. I was a bit startled with the sound, but when I turned my head to the side, I found the girl again. I was getting oblivious to her presence. Not a nice thought to know.
“Hm,” I hummed, casually yet unfathomably, a bit surprised at her single-worded response. I stared at her, waiting for something else to come out of her mouth, but what I noticed wasn’t near her face at all. Her hands seemed to be…shivering? I raised my eyes to her face again, but I realized discreetly that her attention was towards the sky.
I didn’t want to break her out of her stupor, or her sudden interest in the dark scenery, so I left her be.
I kept quiet, obviously.
I made my own beat in my head, making me tap my boot on the ground, the sound hushed because of the grass and the soil. The moon disappeared again.
Keeping my cool, I continued tapping and ignoring the girl beside me, until the moon showed up again. I looked up to see it, seeing evanescent rings around its figure. Beautiful, simply beautiful. I felt something move, making my head drop low again to my side.
Catching my companion shake her head.
I was puzzled. What’s wrong? I wanted to ask, but her gaze roved around, and I realized she was surveying our surroundings. I let my own gaze leave her figure, my eyes beginning to wander around me as well, looking for something out of place. “B-by the way, I'm Shaira,” I heard out of the blue again. My eyes slowly returned to the girl. I leaned back on the bench, my back and one of my arms to their specific rests, before I introduced myself as well. “I’m Xena.”
I shrugged, whether she saw it or not I didn’t know. I took one last scan at the labyrinth before softly inquiring, “What brought you out of bed? I imagine it’s very late right now.” Deep into the night, I mean. Very deep. It could even be midnight by now.
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`Shaira`
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Post by `Shaira` on Jun 8, 2008 19:12:55 GMT 7
Shaira sighs then put her two hands in her two pockets to stop it from trembling. Having forgotten her gloves, it is the easiest thing to do to make her cold hands experience even an ample of warmth. She looked at her companion's face again in this dark sky. The vice-president... she sighed again. The vice-president was really her idol!
She stopped looking at her face as she hears the humming sound that the vice-president is making. She also noticed the tapping of her boots which made her chuckle a little bit. That was quite a good sound.
“I’m Xena.”
"You don't need to say your name." She smiled. "You are soo popular that everyone knows you!" She said emphasizing the word "so".
“What brought you out of bed? I imagine it’s very late right now.”
Her smile slowly fades away. "I-I can't sleep." That's the only words she can say. Yeah, something was bothering in her exhausted mind.
Actually there are lots of problem that are happening in her life that made her not sleep anymore. But comparing her life to the vice-president, it seems that the vice-president is much more busy than her.
And still, the vice-president is so cool. She was her idol.
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Xena
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Post by Xena on Jun 9, 2008 12:05:44 GMT 7
ooc: Xena's still sane here btw.
It was then the girl Shaira responded to both of my statements; first to my introduction, then to the nonchalant inquiry. "You don't need to say your name," she said. I widened my eyes, puzzled. Before I could let a word of recognition out, though, she continued with her reason; "You are so popular that everyone knows you!" She stretched the word so like rubber, emphasizing on the syllable.
I was a bit surprised - but a bit wasn't enough to cover it. I didn't know the vice-president was that known. I thought the only thing they know about the second-highest officer is that she was the previous public relations officer. But heck, I'm not the one that belonged in the crowd; not the one who can think of myself in the eyes of others.
It was a bit perplexing to know the 'fact' that Shaira told me.
I could see the smile that brightened up her face, and noticed the abrupt change when it relaxed away. "I-I can't sleep" was her reply to my question. I gulped at her first reaction to my name. "I... I am?" I said, responding to her first reply before the second. I was still a bit confused, puzzled. And most of all, pleasantly surprised.
I looked up at the sky, thinking of how the students viewed the vice-president. "I wonder..." Do they think of me as the girl who always does paperwork? The student who never goes to classes regularly? The female who always gets packages from the delivery robot? I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling a migraine coming from all the thoughts being processed to ideas in my head.
I should really stop thinking for a while.
I hid a grimace as I lowered my head, my brown bangs covering my blood-red eyes. For a second or two, I composed myself, not wanting the migraine to force bile out of my throat. Then I turned my face back to Shaira, the corners of my mouth curved slightly upward. "Why can't you sleep? Not comfortable with the bed?" I further inquired, prodding her. "It's not good for teenagers to skip sleep, y'know," I continued, even though I knew I wasn't excused from that.
"You have problems you can't settle, maybe?"
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