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Post by NIGHTINGALE ASHES DYMONDE on Mar 15, 2010 22:22:17 GMT -5
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Darkness had always been an eerie thing; no one knew what lurked in the shadows left by buildings and other such structures. This was the reason that Nightingale was left creeping around the Academy during the day. It wasn't as though he were afraid of the dark, quite the opposite, in fact; he adored the secrets of the night. So many stories were hidden by the veil of twilight, whether they be terrifying, ecstatic, or any other such emotion. Sometimes it was interesting to see just how people would react to the world when they thought they couldn't be seen. The mask of uncertainty, of the fear of being judged, it was always present when a person thought they were being watched. Self-confidence was a problem for most people; they always did what others thought was morally acceptable. Luckily for Night, that didn't seem to stop him. He did what he wanted, unless it involved associating with others.
What was this fifteen year old doing sneaking around? The answer was simple; he wanted out. It wouldn't be for, as long as his plans went correctly. He just felt so enclosed in the academy itself, especially when pretending to be someone he wasn't. It had come to him suddenly, this want to get out. So he had changed into the only male clothes he seemed to be able to find, which were the ones he had worn while traveling with Theodore. Yet, even in them, Night felt like he were still keeping up the pretense of being a female. Maybe it was just the way the school affected him, but either way, he wanted out. It wasn't very comfortable, feeling as though he were suffocating because he wasn't wearing a dress. It just went to prove to Night, though he didn't take much convincing, that he needed to just be himself for once. Or, as close to himself as he could get without being killed. That was the whole reason he had been travelling around in commoner's clothes to begin with; he was quite relieved to find that he still had them.
Truthfully, it hadn't been that hard to get out of the academy itself. Since he didn't appear as a lady anymore, they probably mistook him for a student or something. The thought alone was enough to bring a smirk to his face. Usually, one of a higher social status, even if it were secret such as his own, would be offended to be mixed up with those at a more common level. Yet Night saw it as a skill. It helped him to figure out that he could get out of the academy pretty easily, though it had its risks as well. Once he knew more people, it would definitely be harder; the more people he met, the more of a chance he had of someone recognizing him, even if he weren't dressed as a lady anymore. People were such simpletons, especially when it came to things such as appearances. No one would glance twice in his direction while he was dressed so inconspiciously, even with his eyepatch. Sure, someone may start up a conversation about it, but most tried to mind their manners and averted their eyes. He usually preferred it that way, as well.
It didn't take long before Nightingale had stumbled upon the Parco Forlanini, especially considering the fact that it stood out compared to what he had adapted too. When lying low, one usually tends to stick to places like forests or mountains, where there was color, but not much variety. The park was different. There were colors everywhere, the different flowers giving off such a unique mixture of scents that it gradually calmed his nerves. He slipped quietly through the small groups of people until coming across a fountain, which he automatically sat upon the edge of. With a small sigh, he rested his head in his palms, gently massaging his temples underneath his hat. A small child or two occasionally stopped to ask what was wrong with him, which was when he stopped to consider just how out of place he was. It may have been easy to get out of the academy, but here, in the town, he still stuck out. His dark-blue tinted hair and one blue eye were oddities in themselves, but accompanied with the bandage over his eye, it was conspicious. He scowled slightly before sliding to the ground, clutching his legs to his chest and keeping curious passerby away with an icy glare. Still, it was better than being back at Stella Fiore; at least here, he could be himself.
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❧ Word Count; 772
❧ Tags; Anna Eulalia Giordano
❧ Outfit; Here
❧ Notes; I'm sorry it took so long~
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.
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Post by anna on Mar 16, 2010 18:28:02 GMT -5
The sky was turning that baby blue color it always did in the late afternoon, the puffy clouds deflating into wisps and the cool air of spring freely passing by. Anna sat perched upon a bench, bored – perhaps, melancholy? – green eyes staring out at the cloud strands that seemed to be stuck in some perpetual stillness. Her elbows rested on her thighs and her hands kept her head propped up. Why were things always so boring when dad was out of town?
Those same green eyes traveled to survey as much as Anna's peripheral would allow of the Parco Forlanini and the teenager huffed. Milan was so far inland. The girl had wanted to go the beach, back to Naples to play with the flowers there and enjoy splashing in water that probably held more blue than the sky ever could – whatever that meant. Ah, crap, Anna was homesick.
This was no good! Anna was disappointed in herself, thoroughly disappointed. She had promised herself to not get homesick and, yet, here she sat, silently pining for Naples. Don't be so childish! Anna scolded herself, subconsciously narrowing her eyes and driving off any innocent passerby with a glare meant for herself. This is your new home, bambina, get used to it!
And then, that kid over there caught her eye. The one near the fountain – was it a girl? Anna squinted her eyes ; no, it's a boy. Or at least, it looked like a boy. In any case, they seemed pretty out of place, huddled up near the fountain. If they were just musing about something, they seemed pretty serious about it.
The older girl pushed herself up off of the bench and quietly ambled—no, not towards the boy--around fountain and to the boy's [girl's?] opposite side-- his [or, may be, her] blind side. The girl took no notice of the eyepatch until she was closer and suddenly, instinctive pity swelled inside her stomach [though, the androgynous character here seemed to not be too bothered by their own eyepatch]. The adolescent kneeled down to the child's sitting height and tapped him gently on the shoulder. “Yo, is something the matter, little guy?” Anna asked in the friendliest tone she could put on for a stranger who seemed smaller than herself. Though, she could do nothing to mask the bits of Italian that peppered her words. Eh, whatever.
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Post by NIGHTINGALE ASHES DYMONDE on Mar 17, 2010 22:20:15 GMT -5
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Family was a foreign concept to Nightingale; with his father gone and an unknown mother, he had never quite formed the sort of bond one formed with family. The closest he had come was with Theodore, and that was more of a grudging respect than anything. So as he watched the groups of smiling, light-hearted people pass by, he felt a strange kind of ache in his chest. Now, don't be mistaken, Night had never asked for family, nor had he ever wanted one. He felt as though they would just be another thing in the world that would simply drag him down. Yet, watching these families here, it seemed as though it might be an interesting experience to have, that feeling of having someone care for you. But as soon as the thought came, it disappeared, the blank expression settling on his features. He didn't need such a hindrance in his life. He'd already seen what happened when things went downhill.
A quick glimpse at the horizon brought a frown to Night's face. It was getting later, and soon enough he'd have to go back to that stifling hell called Stella Fiore. Not to mention the suffocating clothes that came with it. Just the thought of the bulky, quantitative clothes sent a shudder down his spine. The first time he had been forced to be under the pretense of being a lady, which included the practice, the dresses gave him nightmares for a week afterwards. Each morning recently was a struggle, just as every evening it was a relief to get out of the garish outfits. He watched as the sun sank a little lower, resolving to stay outside the academy until dark. It wasn't as though it were very likely they would check his dorm room for him, especially since he was a first year and as such didn't have a specific butler. Thank goodness; Night wasn't sure he could handle having someone to help him at all hours of the day, especially when he would prefer not to ask for help in the first place. And, of course, there was his secret to protect.
It was the voice to his right that send him to his feet. It was an automatic reaction of his, really; when he heard something on his blind side, he got as prepared to protect himself as he possibly could. With wary movements, Night turned to face the girl, his hands settling on his hips in a defiant manner. "I'm sorry, I do believe you're lost. The mental institution is on the other side of town." He narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing the girl up. He didn't think she was particularly short of any brain cells, if anything she was smart for coming up on his blind side, but the comment had escaped him before he could stop it. A dark scowl came over his expression as her words finally sank in. "Little? Well, Madame Giant, I'm quite sure that if there was anything wrong, you would be one of the last people I would consider telling. And there's nothing wrong anyways. I can't begin to wonder what might give you the impression that there was." He hissed quietly under his breath; height had always been a bit of a touchy subject for Night. Having to look up at others all the time wasn't a very good confidence booster, and something he quite despised.
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❧ Word Count; 571 (sorry it's short...)
❧ Tags; Anna Eulalia Giordano
❧ Outfit; Here
❧ Notes; I'm sorry it took so long... again~ And it's not very good v.v
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.
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