How Quaint; Open

[Adelaide Peirce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/8rP9n.jpg'); padding-top: 25px; padding-bottom: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; width: 425px;][style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 32px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #e2e2e2; text-shadow: 1px 2px 2px #494949; margin-left: 40px;]please keep me safe[/style][style=border-top: 30px solid #333333; margin-top: -30px;] [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #333333; padding-left: 20px; padding-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-right: 15px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px;; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px;] Monday, 25th of March, 2013 A girl, no older than fifteen or so, leaned back with a sigh as she looked at the place she would be stuck in for the next year or so. She was a little short and young-looking for her age with a head of messy black hair and gray eyes and pale skin. A black coat kept her warm while a heavy, white blanket was strewn across her lap to hide anything not above her waist. Her wheelchair was made of metal and had a bag latched on to the side. ’How… quaint.’ The girl pushed along the handrims of her wheelchair as she stared at the school (or at least part of it) in front of her. She could see two halls jutting out into the center and the neatly kept flower gardens that lined either side. There was an area for bikes (not that she could ever use one), benches and picnic tables – most likely for the student’s lunch breaks – while straight ahead were the front doors. Meanwhile, above was a large glass window that bore the building’s insides. It wasn’t really that quaint and it was better than how she imagined it, seeing as how she thought it would be some sort of wooden structure or another. That comforted her, only for a while, but the thought of not being privately tutored crept up her spine once more. She had never been in an ordinary school before and this was, well, unsettling. The girl believed she would choose to face a raving and murderous lunatic than this – at least she knew what was in store for her with the maniac. ’Of all the places in the world to send me, they send me to Shigayomi… I’ve never even heard of this place before,’ she thought bemusedly as she kept pushing on. ’Wouldn’t I be safer at home under high security than some backwater town, anyway? What were they thinking?’ Then her roll towards the front doors came to a halt as she started to reach out for the handles – but she couldn’t quite get there… ’…Darn.’ She hated being small. [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #333333; padding-left: 20px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-right: 15px;][/style][style=border-top: 30px solid #333333;] [/style]

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[Tokisaka Kimiko]

Morning was an unpleasant time. Months before, it was just when the sun rose while Kimiko worked. Now, it was the time that symbolized the end of her unnecessarily long slumbers. Of course, that morning was slightly worse than usual- there was something that was going to bother the raven-haired maiden from that day on, despite the fact that she had all but adapted to her new surroundings. While contemplating how she was going to deal with her bodyguard implanting herself in her class, the young woman found herself spotting an odd little spectacle at the front doors of the school. Raising an eyebrow, she began to shift her weight more carefully, amazing herself that she could still walk nearly silently.

How long had the child been there? Kimiko was slightly curious about whether or not the small being in the chair should have even been there, but she had seen particularly. . . small teenagers before. Looming over the girl in the chair from behind, Kimiko sent her left hand into her own hair, it becoming tangled after a moment as locks filtered and showered over her face. The girl's age was irrelevant- what mattered was that she was in the way, since “there was a blockade at the door” was never an excuse to miss class.

“Do you need a hand, or something?” She asked finally, announcing her presence as she attempted to yank her hand free of the blackness on top of her head. Or perhaps just an extra foot or two. She thought to herself as she took a quiet breath. “Rather, are you trying to get inside, or not?” She rephrased herself, finally sliding her hand free before planting it at her hip. Most of the right side of her ghostly pale face was shielded by her hair at that point, but her crimson eye on the left side was clearly focused on the other girl's skull.

Notes: Not the best post, but I did keep my word, eh? Since there was no specification, I went with what seemed logical and assumed it was morning.

[Adelaide Peirce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/8rP9n.jpg'); padding-top: 25px; padding-bottom: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; width: 425px;][style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 32px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #e2e2e2; text-shadow: 1px 2px 2px #494949; margin-left: 40px;]please keep me safe[/style][style=border-top: 30px solid #333333; margin-top: -30px;] [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #333333; padding-left: 20px; padding-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-right: 15px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px;; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px;] Adell was adding doors to her list, along with cockroaches, rats and frogs and frilly dresses. Her attempts at trying to reach the door handles stopped as she felt herself tense when a presence announced itself behind her. She lowered her hands to her lap when the voice of a female spoke up. The girl wish she were home right now when she felt goose bumps crawl on her skin, not because she thought the female scary but because it was a stranger. ”Yes, pleas – I mean – yes, I’m trying to go inside,” she tried to speak confidently but tripped over her own words (pun not intended; people in wheelchairs can’t trip!). She wouldn’t bother trying to get a glimpse of the person behind her, not wanting to twist her neck awkwardly but she hoped whoever it was did not find her rude. Ugh, this was annoying and demeaning – having to rely on someone else with such a simple task of opening a door. First impressions were always important and this was not a good first impression on her part, at all. ”If you don’t mind – if you could – I would be grateful,” she continued shakily as she clenched and unclenched her hands in her lap. She really would choose facing a bloody, murderous maniac than this. Father always berated her when she showed any sign of being less than excellent to others and this was not excellent in any way or form. Maybe when the other girl opened the door and went in, they would forget all about this. This never happened, ever. [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #333333; padding-left: 20px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-right: 15px;][/style][style=border-top: 30px solid #333333;] [/style]

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[Tokisaka Kimiko]

For a moment, Kimiko was silent, observing the small girl before her. The tensing and almost fidgety mannerisms she showed, combined with the constant self-correction, really drew out her darker qualities. She wanted to torture the girl, but she did not have the time, nor the energy, to bother the lass for too long. Therefore, she decided it best to sow a seed of discomfort- one that would blossom into a beautiful, painful rose bush. Slowly, the young maiden shifted to the side and forward, around the wheelchair. She was by no means a titan- just barely hitting what could be considered average for a Japanese woman- but she did have a decent boost in height that the girl did not.

“I advise you to calm down a bit. You did not hear this from me, but. . . one of the new third years that is starting today is particularly bad with suspicious things or people. She had good eyes, an analytical mind, and would not hesitate to act on her suspicions. She supposedly broke a teacher's finger when he moved too quickly towards her. You really should watch how fidgety you get. . .” She paused and looked down to the girl, her eyes closing as an innocent, almost angelic, smile curled her lips, as if she were genuinely concerned. “Otherwise, you just might die. Be careful, okay?”

With that, she directed her gaze towards the doors and, shifting just a little closer to the chair, she manuevered her arm and body against the door, opening it and sliding past the chair before holding the portal open for the chair-bound girl. “Careful, it may be a tight fit.” She advised calmly. So watch your step. She purred in her mind. She honestly. . .

. . . hoped that this girl was attending that school.

[Adelaide Peirce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/8rP9n.jpg'); padding-top: 25px; padding-bottom: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; width: 425px;][style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 32px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #e2e2e2; text-shadow: 1px 2px 2px #494949; margin-left: 40px;]please keep me safe[/style][style=border-top: 30px solid #333333; margin-top: -30px;] [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #333333; padding-left: 20px; padding-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-right: 15px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px;; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px;] The stranger was a pretty girl, perhaps a few years older than she, with a curtain of dark hair and a pair of ruby red eyes that reminded her of blood. She held herself high and mighty and the angelic smile on her face did not fool her – there was nothing angelic, at all, about this girl. Adell wouldn’t be surprised if she found out that she was facing a succubus or a she-devil right now. Something within her stirred and hissed, saying enemy but she quelled it down… for now. She forced on a smile that may have seemed awkward when the stranger faced her with such… such arrogance! And the little invalid caught on quickly, she believed, that the she-devil was talking of herself – such low brow – to target the wheelchaired freshman. But that excited her really, to receive no pity when she was so used to it. The coldness within her tried to rise up but she dampened it down before it would grow. ”T-thank you very much; I was afraid I would be stuck out h-here and to be l-late on my first day would be d-dreadful,” she managed as her hands gone and went to push herself along through the entrance. ”A-and I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m being r-rude… A-adelaide P-peirce, freshman. I ju-just flew in from England yesterday,” she forced out of her, interacting with strangers (especially strangers who were a possible threat) was something she had never done before. She had always been introduced to relatives and business associates by one of her parents but, well, this was new. But she still didn't like being around her... Maybe the stuttering and the awkward Nihongo would bore the girl and shoo her away; she still had to find her homeroom teacher after all. [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #333333; padding-left: 20px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-right: 15px;][/style][style=border-top: 30px solid #333333;] [/style]

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[Tokisaka Kimiko]

The stuttering and awkward Japanese was actually endearing towards Kimiko- though not in the innocent sense. Name, nationality, and information that could narrow the small girl's age down to two- or three, if she was a special case- values were all given to the raven-haired woman. Was she trusting, or just trying to get along? She was not entirely certain, but the girl's demeanor reminded her of a lost puppy. Kimiko really did not like dogs. Puppies especially. Kicking them was fun, though. Regardless of her thoughts, she was given an introduction. It was only natural to respond properly.

“Tokisaka, Kimiko, third year, or senior, if you prefer. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Peirce.” She responded in what was very clean English, her “L” sounding almost entirely natural. “Would you prefer to converse in English or in Japanese? Either is quite all right with me.” She offered, finding herself increasingly amused with the girl. She likely had Akane to thank for feeling so much more normal. She did have to wonder, though- if this girl flew in yesterday, then what were the chances that she and Akane had already bumped into each other?

“If you'd like, I could guide you to the faculty office. She added onto her offer, still speaking in English. She had nothing better to do, really, and she could possibly get more information on the girl simply by walking with her. For a sadist, information on one's personality, dislikes, and fears were essential to the preparations for symphonius agony.

[Adelaide Peirce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/8rP9n.jpg'); padding-top: 25px; padding-bottom: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; width: 425px;][style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 32px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #e2e2e2; text-shadow: 1px 2px 2px #494949; margin-left: 40px;]please keep me safe[/style][style=border-top: 30px solid #333333; margin-top: -30px;] [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #333333; padding-left: 20px; padding-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-right: 15px; font-size:10px; line-height:13px;; text-align:justify; color: #6d6d6d; padding: 20px;] With a curt bow, she muttered a ”The p-pleasure is all mine, Miss Tokisaka.” But she didn’t keep her head low for too long, just in case, and she looked quickly back up although she still did not meet the girl with her eyes. She found it hurt to look other people in the eyes and the doctors said it was because of her selective mutism but her parents always scolded her about it, thinking that she was being rude despite how they had raised her. She thought everyone an enemy unless proven otherwise but there was no point in making others look at her as an enemy as well; the girl had to get along without showing any weakness either. ”Talking in N-nihongo is fine and will be g-good freely for me,” she replied more calmly than before now that she got to get a feel for this girl now but stopped when she realized her mistake. Adell had meant to say jisai which meant practice and not jizai which meant freely. A faint shade of pink dusted her cheeks as she pointed out her mistake with apology. ”That is… nice of you, M-miss Tokisaka, but I don’t want to be a b-bother. I don’t want to be the reason for your tardiness,” she said with a look in between of a small smile and a cringe. ”I-I’m sure I can find the f-faculty room myself,” or get pitied by a faculty member if I stay around being lost for too long. Seriously, getting lost for a while seemed a whole lot better than being around this girl who just made her feel like a bug under a microscope. She was just glad that this girl was older than her and she was, presumably, an upperclassman. Adell didn't like the idea of being around this girl hours on end in the same classroom. [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #333333; padding-left: 20px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-right: 15px;][/style][style=border-top: 30px solid #333333;] [/style]

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