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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 19, 2010 16:29:19 GMT -5
    It was a bit chilly but Rach couldn't sit still, she needed to do something. So changing into a swimsuit and sweats over that she headed out from her room. It was only obvious on where she was going, she was going to go to the pool. Rachel wasn't the perfect swimmer but she did like it, swimming was relaxing and the perfect thing to do when needing to relax or just inwind. She took her watch though, and left another note for Crimson so he could know where to find her if he needed to find her.
It wasn't a long walk to the sports complex, but she did manage to take less used halls. Ladies were not supposed to be in sweats, but that was what she was wearing over the swimsuit, and she was just self- conscious. Why was she self-conscious, well just because, she didn't have a real good reason as to why. She had just been able to start wearing dresses and skirts without feeling uncomfortable in crowds. It wasn't like she wasn't uncomfortable in sweats, but it just wasn't something the other ladies wore.
Making it safely into the sports complex she made her way to the pool, it didn't look like anyone was there, but she made sure to stop and ask someone if it was alright to use the pool. She made sure to hop into the shower before heading into the pool, it was a rule of course. Stepping out of the shower and the icy air hit her skin. That made her rush all the more to the pool. That was one of the hardest parts about swimming, the water and air being so cold! Sure the water got warmer after you got used to it, but then you had to get back out and then it was cold again. It was just so bothersome, but that didn't keep Rach from the pool.
Quickly she stood by the diving block and dove into the pool. The icy water hit her and it was cold for only a bit then it got warmer as she got to the surface. Her head broke the surface of the water and she took a deap breath. Treading water she held her arms before breaking out into laps. If she kept moving she would keep warm, simple logic. So as she swam laps she kept breathing and working on form. Not that she was on a swim team or anything, Rachel swam for the heck of it, not for the competition. Swim teams took away all the fun. While warming up she decided that she would swim a set of 100 of each stroke, twice, then she could get out and shower again.
After the first set she sat on the wall. At least she had remembered to bring a water bottle. Taking a deep swig, she breathed and tried to steady it. She hadn't done a whole lot of work, for her anyways. Others might just think she was crazy, especially since she was alone. The school didn't seem to have any life guards. Pulling her legs out of the water she streched them out, to keep them loose, and from hurting herself. If she got injured Crimson would be so worried about her, and she didn't want to do that to him. He already did enough for her.
NOTES: Plot plot plot WORD COUNT: 565 OUTFIT: A blue swimsuit TAGGED: Night [/center] |
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Post by NIGHTINGALE ASHES DYMONDE on Mar 20, 2010 17:53:10 GMT -5
 
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• temporary happiness •
IS LIKE WAITING FOR THE KNIFE
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -It was as if it followed him, this cold weather. Of course, being from lovely, rainy England, he was quite used to it, but that didn't mean Nightingale enjoyed it. Because of his small stature, his body heat wasn't retained as well, which meant he got colder a lot faster than he would prefer. Even after spending quite a decent portion of his life outdoors, though the first portion was lived primarily indoors, he hadn't really been able to find a method that suited him to warm himself up. Sports were out of the question, but with all the people crawling about inside, so was sitting in front of a fire. He wanted to avoid other people, not increase his chances of running into them. So, grudgingly, Night had made his way through the rain in an effort to avoid others, even though it would have been much, much simpler to stick to the hallways.
And where had he ended up? Night considered it slightly ironic, actually, that he ended up at the sport complex. He had managed to keep warm through walking, though he had traded his disguise of a dress in for a common sweater and pants in an effort to keep the heat in. With a small sigh, he nuzzled his nose farther into the scarf around his neck, keeping it's small shape surrounded by the warmth of his own breath. Though he may have changed the way he dressed, Night had to have kept something with him for his disguise. The dark teal-blue locks of his wig swinging around him were that thing. The long strands were tied up into a pair of pigtails in order to keep them out of the way, though there was still, of course, the small hat on his head keeping a portion of the hair over his right eye. He certainly didn't want anyone accidentally discovering the little tidbit about his right eye being red and, more importantly, blind.
The last few days had been ridiculously stressful for the fifteen-year-old. He had been nearly discovered, which meant his life had been put at risk; he had gotten an intense migraine that still rested a bit at the back of his mind; and worst of all, he had been sent to Stella Fiore. Though some were caused by the others, they all equated to one thing; Night was in a rotten mood. Most people take off stress through exercise, but he was still tired from the last time he had attempted to do so. So he had been limited down to either staying inside and reading, which he would have preferred, or going for a walk out in the rain. It wasn't as though he had a choice; there was already someone who was suspicious of him, and he didn't want that number to increase for obvious reasons.
He wasn't quite sure why it happened. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been paying much attention. Maybe, if he had been more religious, he would have called it karna. Either way, one moment Night was walking alongside the edge of the pool, scowling darkly while in deep thought, and the next there was water all around him, his scarf left abandoned on the side of the pool. For a moment, his body froze, fear trickling into his veins as he remembered, brutally, that he had never quite learned how to swim. As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, his survival instincts took over. He thrashed against the water, trying desperately to get out, his lungs screaming for oxygen. Yet, the more he struggled, the more he seemed to sink. His lack of ability to swim and the weight of his clothes were dragging him down. Even the wig; it hadn't come off due to how securely he had managed to pin it to his own hair. The light in front of his eyes was fading fast, and Night blearily pushed one hand towards the surface, desperate.
words ! 666... How ironic >.>
tagged ! Rachel Marie Beaumont
credit ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
lyrics ! heartbreaker by p!nk
notes ! Plot time~ |
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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 23, 2010 18:42:23 GMT -5
Rachel heard someone walk in, she glanced over but it didn't seem like a lady who would be swimming. The other lady actually looked like she had a sour look on her face. That was a first, most of the ladies at the school actually seemed to have carefree, or bossy looks on their faces. This lady looked she would bite your head off if you tried to talk to her. So Rachel stayed put, not making any sudden movements, or anything like that. She did take another long drink of her water. Maybe the other lady was crabby because of the cold weather and such, that seemed to happen more often than not. Rach didn't dictate her attitude around the weather, actually she didn't mind the cold, or the wet that much at all.
Hopping completely out of the water, the cold air hitting her skin, almost stinging, she made her way quickly on the diving block so she could start her laps again. That was until she saw the other lady slip and fall into the pool. That had to suck, Rachel watched for a few seconds, but the other lady appeared to be drowning. Blue eyes widening in fright Rachel looked around frantically for a lifeguard. Unfortunetly there was none, quickly diving into the pool Rachel swam as quickly as she could to the girl. Her cold skin hit the cold water again but she needed to reach the girl before she could reach the surface again. The other girl seemed to be sinking fast. Grabbing her and swimming back to the surface she realized maybe the reason why the other lady hadn't been able to make it to the surface was because of the heavy clothes. Either way Rachel hoped that the girl was ok, and that she hadn't gone unconscious yet.
Lifting the other lady up onto the hard surface of the tiles on the side of the pool, Rachel lifted herself out of the pool with ease. It was much easier to lift herself than another human being. The other lady was smaller than herself, so probably a first year. She didn't weigh a lot either but the soaking dress did. Rachel knelt next to the girl, she didn't know CPR, and well she knew it could be harmful if done incorrectly so she knelt and prayed that the other girl was ok, and didn't need CPR. Come on wake up. Rachel looked around frantically again a panicked look on her face. Rach had no idea what to do now, maybe she should have taken some kind of health class and learned CPR, where was a butler when you needed one. The butlers would know, or a guard, though they all probably doubted that a lady would enter the pool if she did not intend to be swimming, or even if she knew not how to swim. "Are you ok?" Her voice was shaky and the question seemed stupid but it was all she could think of at that point in time. Rachel shivered lightly the cold air, slowly getting colder before it would get warmer again, but grabbing her towel was the thought farthest thought in her mind.
NOTES: bleh WORD COUNT: 535 OUTFIT: same TAGGED: Night [/center] |
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Post by NIGHTINGALE ASHES DYMONDE on Mar 24, 2010 15:29:43 GMT -5
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• temporary happiness •
IS LIKE WAITING FOR THE KNIFE
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Drowning was not an experience people should seek out before they die; it was absolutely horrifying. The moment Night's vision started fading, the water pressing down on him from all sides was that much more noticable. It was as though the pressure were forcing him to try to breath, to attempt anything in order to get the oxygen his lungs were so desperately needing. The light from above the water was getting further and further away, and his muscles automatically stopped reacting to what he was telling them, until even that became difficult. Overall, it was quite easy to explain the experience itself; dark, small, and never-ending. Time seemed to drag on forever as he sank lower into the water, almost as if it were mocking him, telling him it held his life in its hands, and at any moment it could extinguish it. It truly was terrifying.
It was all over in a moment, though. Small hands, feminine hands, pulled at him until he broke the surface of the water, at which point he started coughing and spluttering, rejecting any water that had invaded his lungs. With a large amount of effort, he aided the person who saved him in pulling himself over the edge, immediately laying on his side once he felt solid ground under him. His body continued to reject the water that had evaded it until he was just breathing heavily, eyes closed in an exhausted expression. No matter what anyone said, dying was actually quite difficult. It wasn't as though he wanted to die, either. Why else would he be at Stella Fiore, pretending to be something he wasn't, in the first place? It certainly wasn't to experience new things; he had already had more than enough of the school, and he hadn't been there very long.
The voice brought him back. With a groan, Night slowly opened his eyes, wincing against the bright light but otherwise not reacting. He stared out across the pool for a moment, remembering what exactly had happened, before turning to the person who had saved him and narrowing the red and blue orbs. "Does it look like I'm okay? With a bit of effort, he managed to bring himself up onto his elbows, where he rolled his eyes at the girl. "Find me someone who can say they are alright after coming quite close to drowning and you'll have won the million dollar prize." With a sigh, he brought himself up the rest of the way into a sitting position, where he automatically put a hand over his right eye, as though finally noticing that the wet strands of his wig didn't cover the red color anymore.
Maybe it was because the experience had left him feeling drained and rather dizzy, but even so, he knew that he needed to keep his eye covered. Though it was sometimes natural for people to have differently colored eyes, it seemed as though every person who saw his eye could tell that it definitely wasn't natural. So his next best option was to keep it hidden; it's not as though he could see out of that eye anyways. With a small shiver, he hugged his knees to his chest, averting his eyes away from the lady who had saved him. It felt so cold, and he knew it wasn't just because he was quite literally soaked through. He shook his head slightly, water droplets scattering from the soaked wig, before he tiredly rested his head on his knees and closed his eyes. "Thank you." His voice was hardly a whisper, and though the girl might think she had imagined it, the exhausted boy felt as though it was necessary to thank her for saving him.
words ! 623
tagged ! Rachel Marie Beaumont
credit ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
lyrics ! heartbreaker by p!nk
notes ! Fun fun torture~ |
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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 24, 2010 20:16:04 GMT -5
CAUSE WITHOUT YOUR DEVOTION;;
surely all that i dreamed of would fail ![ like a bird without wings that longs to be flying ]
Rachel was relieved that the girl was coughing and sputtering, that meant she was alive and breathing. Thank goodness. Rachel smiled softly extremely glad that the girl was ok, though the thought that Rachel had just saved her life never crossed her mind. Though when the girl spoke her sarcasm startled Rach a bit. "Oh, uhm, well, do you need anything?" Maybe Rach should go get the girl a towel to help dry her off, though she didn't think that the humid pool air would do any harm to her, maybe, actually it could... Maybe?
Looking at the girl closer she noticed that one of her eyes were red. Rach hid the shock and curiousity from her face, she didn't want to be rude after all. Maybe there had been an accident, or maybe she just had mutli-colored eyes. Either way it was rather cool. The other girl shook her head, and seemed to curl up into a ball. Rachel thought she heard a thank you, but wasn't really sure. Standing she walked, quickly but not running, she grabbed her towel and then handed it to the other girl when she got back to her.
"I'm Rachel Beaumont." Rachel wasn't one for long awkward silences, because they were awkward, obviously. Also Rachel wanted to make sure the girl really was going to be ok, she did just nearly drown after all. Though Rachel had no idea what she was supposed to do now, the other girl was saved, wet, but alive, should Rachel let her borrow her sweats that way the other girl had dry clothes? Though Rachel was taller, and her hips were probably a bit bigger than the other girl's. "I have some dry sweats in the locker room, if you want to borrow them." Rachel smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of her head, though her long black hair was in a ponytail, making it somewhat of an awkward movement.
Rachel was getting used to the air now, and was slowly drying off, so she would be fine if the other girl needed to borrow her sweats and t-shirt. Though it did embarrass Rach a little that another lady would know that she wore that kind of stuff, it wasn't exactly proper attire for a lady after all. They were supposed to be elegant with nice clothes, not old sweats. Rachel tried to not frown, or blush at how stupid she was being, but she was again trying to be helpful, even if they other girl didn't want her to, maybe she would be better off shutting her mouth and not opening it unless she had too.
[/size] tagged;; Night
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template;; PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
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Post by NIGHTINGALE ASHES DYMONDE on Mar 24, 2010 22:33:39 GMT -5
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IS LIKE WAITING FOR THE KNIFE
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Despite how down-trodden he felt, Night still couldn't help rolling his eyes toward the cieling. This girl, she was exactly the kind of person that normally grated on his nerves to no end. The quiet, helpful, brave, but also quite meek type of person. Sometimes he just felt the need to take these people by the shoulder and shake until they got the concept in their head that they should speak their mind. Yet, this girl had saved his life despite the fact that she didn't know him. With a sidelong glance, his eyes wary of the fact that she was a stranger to him, he sighed slightly and turned his head away again. "A little air would be nice. Can I just have a second to gather the fact that I almost drowned?" He frowned, slightly disapprovingly, at the girl. Was it normal for people to start chattering when they were saved, or was she just incredibly awkward with the situation?
Night knew something was wrong. He felt far too light-headed, though that was probably from the lack of air he had experienced. Accompanying that, though, was an incessant pounding on the inside of his skull, the kind that sent dull pain to every nerve in his body and was accompanied by the warmth that let you know your nerves didn't appreciate how you were treating them. With a sigh, he attempted to fix his gaze on the wall in front of him, but it sent such a nauseating wave through him that he chose to close his eyes instead. He wasn't an expert, but he was going to guess that it wasn't simply the experience of almost drowning that had his body in a frenzy. With his head spinning, though, it was hard to think, so he instead let his mind wander where it wanted.
Rachel? That was what she had said her name was, right? He wearily opened his eyes before attempting to fix the multi-colored gaze on the girl in front of him. "You said Rachel, right? I'm Nightingale." His eyes narrowed slightly as his vision swam again until he decided not to focus on any particular object, letting it all blur together. "I would say it was nice to meet you, but considering the circumstances I don't think it would be accurate." With a small nod, he finished his greeting to the girl, only to end up coughing lightly into his elbow afterwards. Everything felt so unreal at the moment, he wasn't even sure what he was saying. Hopefully it was alright; even he didn't have the heart to snap at the one who saved his life.
Even in his current condition, the thought of accepting help from others wasn't high on his list of things he thought would be pleasant. Saving his life he was grateful for, but he wasn't about to take charity he was able to refuse. "No, no, you use your own clothes. I feel perfectly fine." With a small frown, he realized that his words were true. Night knew that the air was cold enough that he should be shivering in his drenched clothes but, if anything, he actually felt quite over-heated. He sighed and shook his head before glancing back at the girl, raising an eyebrow at her, knowing she had seen his red eye. "You know, if you're curious about something, you should ask about it. I'll try to give you a straight answer." He smiled faintly, something that was unusual itself, before glancing around the pool area again, frowning when his vision merely blurred. "But before you ask anything, have you seen my scarf?" Despite Night's dizziness, he had realized that he hadn't seen the red material since before he had fallen in the water. What was bizarre was that he actually cared.
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tagged ! Rachel Marie Beaumont
credit ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
lyrics ! heartbreaker by p!nk
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