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Post by misaki on Jan 27, 2011 5:41:04 GMT
 Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Misaki Akino watched the clock second hand of the lock slowly move. When would this day end already! There were a few things Misaki truly hated. Highschool was one of them. Sure, she loved her sports, and music. But, all other classes bored her to no end. When would this ever help her anyways? The only other class that managed to keep her interest was astronomy and possibly Literature. Having been underwater most of her life, she long wondered was truly out there.
Turning her dark gaze towards the window instead, she glanced at the outside world. The only thought that ran through the seventeen year old's mind was that she'd rather be out there than locked up in this torture chamber. Time was slowly slipping by....her 18th birthday was only a few short months a way...and if she didn't find that person soon...it would be all over. When she finally glanced up at her instructor, she practically glared. Then she cast her gaze over the many students that surrounded her, most of them were human, and no one here sparked her interest. Not one.
rriiiiiinnnng FINALLY! She grabbed her bag, and darted out the door; somehow making 'i want to get the hell out of here' look graceful. Soon enough she entered the busy freeway that was a highschool hallway;she didn't even bother with any of the faces around her. Most of the people here were after her because of her fame or her looks, they didn't love her, no one truly did. Sure she had her fans, but they could easily move on the next time someone catches their interest. Misaki may have received 50 letters a day from people 'confessing their love', but they didn't know her, and they merely loved the girl they saw up on stage. That wasn't the love she wanted. The heels of her black ankle boots clicked against the hard, white tile floor as she made her way to her last and favorite class. Entering the large classroom, she took her seat and sat down. A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she awaited the lesson to begin. Suddenly someone dropped their things next to her. |
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Post by goblingirl on Jan 27, 2011 13:23:21 GMT
burning down the house Yawn. Malia stared at the blackboard. God, this was so boring. She really, really wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else, than here. Heck, even a party with those stuck-up Ellis kids would be more interesting than her stupid math class. It wasn’t that she didn’t like math, or anything, it was just that geometry bored her to no end and the teacher and his monotone weren’t exactly helping. The bell rang, and Malia gathered up her books and buzzed out of the classroom as fast as she could, saying cheerful goodbyes to all her human friends, none of whom were in her last class, unfortunately. She walked into the classroom, gave the teacher a cheerful wave, and… Hello. There was a girl sitting next to an empty seat. She was Asian, and looked vaguely familiar, as though Malia had seen her somewhere before. Hm. Malia felt like she should know the girl’s name, or at least remember where she’d seen her, but she couldn’t. Damn faulty memory. Well, the simplest solution to not knowing someone’s name is to ask them, of course, and so that was exactly what Malia decided to do. She walked confidently over to the empty seat next to the girl and sat down. “Hey,” she said, smiling widely. “I’m Malia Woodman, and yeah, this is gonna sound weird, but I keep thinking I’ve seen you somewhere before.” |
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Post by misaki on Jan 27, 2011 23:27:45 GMT
Misaki's ruby red lips curled up in a smirk, as she tilted her head, examining the girl. Firetamer....huh...but as she knew...fire and water were opposites, but sometimes...oppposites attracted.
"Not that weird actually. My name is Misaki Akino." she was used to people approaching her. She was famous afterall, that's why she was somewhat surprised she wasn't instantly recognized.
"Who does that girl think she is, talking to OUR Misaki!" a group of boys whispered, she could tell that they were members of her so called 'fan club'. The ravenette had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Like she was ever their's to begin with.
"i'm and i quote 'the hottest and brightest new star', or so says Seventeen magaziene." she actually rolled her eyes that time. Why did humans always assumed things? But maybe assuming things was better than really knowing the truth...it sure as hell kept them a lot safer, than being involved in this war. She continued to examine the girl, deciding she was actually quite pretty, and very confident if she had the courage to sit next to the japanese girl. Misaki was quite known for her temper. Soon the seventeen year old turned back towards the front of the large classroom, drumming her fingers on the desk, a sort of habit of hers;she had to be in constant motion.
"nice to meet you" she said, her smirk still perfectly in place.
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Post by goblingirl on Jan 28, 2011 0:40:41 GMT
burning down the house “Nice to meet you, too, Misaki,” said Malia. She shot a dark glare over at the boys who’d laid claim to Misaki and raised one hand, letting sparks jump between her fingers. They shrank back, and she turned back to Misaki. “I never read Seventeen. Or any other magazine, really. Too busy smacking around the Ellis boys who keep trying to chat me up and telling folks that no, really, the Woodman family is not interested in an alliance with them, no, seriously, fuck off now, and so on and so forth.” Misaki was…well, honestly, Misaki was hot. Very hot. Whoa, there, Malia thought. You hardly know the girl. Hold your horses, honey. But hey. Wouldn’t hurt to have her for a friend, right? You could never have too many friends. And, if she wasn’t much mistaken, Misaki was a mermaid. Always nice to have friends under the water, especially if you couldn’t swim. “So…what do you say to me taking you to that nice ice cream place on the corner of Wallsborough and 5th after school and buying you a milkshake or something?” Malia asked, resting her chin in her hand. |
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Post by misaki on Jan 31, 2011 23:53:10 GMT
Misaki smirked at the scared reaction of the boys, those idiots had been stalking her for ages! They had proclaimed themselves ‘Misaki’s number 1 fan club’ or something like that; overall, it was annoying. Then when she explained that she didn’t read magazienes or any of those stupid tabloids, the Japanese girl nodded in response. It explained why she wasn’t automatically recognized, and asked about countless rumor after untrue rumor. Though….it was kind of nice….knowing that Malia wasn’t just another obsessed fan or someone only wanting to get close to her for her fame. It was hard to come by someone like that, especially right after the release of her new album.
When the firetamer had offered her a milkshake, a smirk tilted up the corner of her lips.
“I’d have to check my schedule first…”she said teasingly, then the smirk transformed into a true smile. “I’d love to.” She could practically here the faints, and exclamations from the teenagers which surrounded them. But the singer’s personal life was none of their business, so who she decided to hang out with did, in no way, concern any of them. What did they think she was anyway? Some prize meant to be claimed? If she ever found out that was true…they all had another thing coming….Misaki wasn’t just a pretty face, and she could undoubtedly take care of herself.
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Post by goblingirl on Feb 2, 2011 2:20:21 GMT
burning down the house Malia was momentarily disappointed at Misaki’s answer; mostly when someone said “I’ll have to check my schedule” it meant they didn’t want to go do whatever they’d just been asked and were trying to get out of it without hurting any feelings. But then the mermaid smiled for real and said, “I’d love to.” Malia relaxed and grinned back at Misaki. This was going to be fun, she knew. The fanboys she’d threatened with the sparks grumbled and gasped and generally made (in Malia’s opinion, at least) fools of themselves, all over the fact she and Misaki were getting milkshakes. Really? They don’t even know her, the young firetamer thought, unconsciously glaring at the boys again. I mean, I don’t either, but at least I’m trying to get to know Misaki before I decide she somehow belongs to me or that I’m in love with her or whatever. They’ve just seen her up on stage. That doesn’t COUNT.“Do you mind walking?” Malia asked. “I don’t have my license yet, so, uh, we can’t drive there…yeah.” She smiled sheepishly. She should have her license, but what with the war brewing and all that crap, she just didn’t have the time to get the necessary practice hours in. |
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Post by JURATE on Apr 10, 2011 14:41:08 GMT
THIS THREAD HAS NOT BEEN REPLIED TO IN A LONG TIME. I AM MOVING IT TO THE ARCHIVES, BUT IF YOU WANT IT BACK, JUST PM ME WITH THE LOCATION OF WHERE IT WAS ORIGINALLY.
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