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Post by JULIET JOPHENZA on Jun 22, 2010 14:21:02 GMT -5
Days like today were the absolute perfect time to go outside and just be yourself. It was late evening, the setting sun giving the whole sky a beautiful red glow. For her kind though, it was early morning, and Juliet happened to be a morning person. She didn’t expect too many others to be up yet, not to mention everyone would be scarfing down as much food as possible before classes began.
Today, Juliet had skipped the important meal, well most of it. She’d gone just long enough to see a feeder and snatch a piece of toast. She would have preferred to skip the feeder, of course, but she’d rather not pass out later.
Crossing the lawns, she dropped her bag onto the grass, kicking off her shoes in the same process. A part of her instantly enjoyed the quiet brought by the peaceful ‘morning’. Another part of her hated it though. What was to distract her? The quiet always awakened those slumbering memories… Horrible memories.
Grumbling something under her breath, she wrapped her arms tightly around her torso. Only a moment passed before she realized what she was doing, quickly unwrapping her arms so as not to attract attention to herself. Letting herself slump onto the grass, she stretched out. Wiggling her toes and fingers in the grass, she couldn’t help but notice how dry the ground’s blanket was. They should water the lawns more often. Sighing, she rolled onto her stomach so she could dig inside her abandoned bag, scattering her belongings as she searched for what she wanted… Needed almost.
Books of all sorts were tossed, notebooks were dropped, pencils lost, but finally she found it. A small, plastic bag, almost like a make-up bag. But three lumps could be distinguished, three round lumps. Stuffing all her belongings back inside the school back, she discarded the smaller, plastic bag, as she pulled the three lumps out. Tennis balls.
Anyone that saw what she was doing would probably be very confused. Why would some random Moroi carry three tennis balls in her backpack? If you knew Juliet though, it’d probably be stranger not to see her carrying the sport balls. Tossing one up into the air, Juliet seemed memorized as she watched it carefully, catching it with ease as it came spiraling back to the earth. She tossed it up once more, catching it once again. She’d abandoned her other two balls on the grass, keeping her focus on the one. Why? She had no idea. Maybe she didn’t want to attract to much attention to herself.
But… With one over throw her ball went flying and… a thud? That was a way to loud thud for it to have hit the grass! Quickly rolling to her feet and spinning around, her eyes went wide. She’d actually hit someone! “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!”
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Post by ACTON CHACE BENSON on Jun 22, 2010 16:03:51 GMT -5
To be quite truthful Acton doesn’t sleep all that much. On a good night he will get an hour or two of sleep and on a bad night he won’t sleep at all. You would think that he would be yawning his head off all the time but in reality he is just used to it. After being out on his own for year and three months and barely sleeping a wink Acton has become accustomed to not having that much sleep. Most of the Guardians said that it was good training for his future and others thought it was unhealthy, but Acton didn’t care what they thought. Unlike all the little dhampirs that went to St. Vladimir’s, Acton didn’t worship the Guardians in fact he thought they were idiots. There was no way that he would become a Guardian, no way in hell.
So even though his skills of the inability to sleep for long amounts of time seemed to come in handy sometimes it annoyed the hell out of Acton. Would it be too much to ask that he could go to sleep for a whole night without a single nightmare, not a single image of his past flashing and replaying in his head? Obviously it was because every time that Acton’s eyes closed another gruesome scene played in his head. In Acton’s short 17 years of life he has seen things that most old and wrinkly Guardians have never seen. Well partly because if the Guardians were old and wrinkly that meant they probably didn’t see much action and another part was that he has sought out things that most Guardians wait to have jump at them.
Anyway Acton had fallen asleep around 6 AM and woken up 45 minutes later from yet another nightmare. As he usually did he got ready for the day as if nothing had even happened. To Acton it was best to try and forget these dreams, these nightmares, because all they did was make him remember what he had done and that he shouldn’t even be at the Academy. All he wanted to do was to leave the stupid school and be out on his own with just his stake and axe, oh and his dog. To Acton being on his own was the best way to be because then he didn’t have anyone else to worry about anything but himself.
After he had woken up Acton pulled on some torn jeans that hung loosely on his hips and a black vneck that stretched across his broad and toned chest. Ducking his head under the doorframe Acton strode across the grounds to the cafeteria with his long legs that when combined with the rest of his body brought him to a full 6’8” height. As he walked when people saw him the quickly moved out of the way partly because of his wild green eyes and crazy mess of black hair that made him look dangerous or it was the fact that he was well known for being a violent, temperamental bad ass.
Once he got just about one of everything in the cafeteria Acton walked out of the cafeteria and out onto the grounds. His arms were full of food and a piece of toast was hanging out of his mouth. The surprising thing about food was that it was probably the only thing besides his dog that could make him seem close to normal. With the food in his arms his eyes looked a little less crazed and dangerous, but only by a small degree. There weren’t many people out on the grounds, so nobody could really even notice the minute change. Besides it was best for them to not be near Acton because everyone was annoying to him, he couldn’t stand people and they didn’t particularly want to be near him.
Just as Acton was crossing the green grass suddenly something went flying at him. He saw the flying object long before it hit him, but if he moved to fast the food could fall out of his arms and if he tried to catch it he would drop everything. Deciding that the ball couldn’t hurt that much he let it hit his shoulder and his muscular chest with a thud and it fall to the ground. Well what the flying fuck was that for? Acton asked in his emotionless tone once he saw a girl bounce to her feet and stare at him wide eyed. Feeling anger boil inside of him the only reason he didn’t do anything stupid was because he didn’t want to ruin his food. Oh yes I’m hurt horribly I’m dying. Acton said, sarcasm hinting in his emotionless words. Of course I’m not hurt idiot, it was just a damn ball.
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Post by JULIET JOPHENZA on Jun 22, 2010 16:48:17 GMT -5
If she’d known this would happen, she never would have come out here so early. If she’d known she’d anger a Dhampir, she wouldn’t have even left her room to begin with! Why ME?! Why does this have to happen so EARLY?! Already she could see the perfect day just flying out the window. She felt like hitting herself on the head a good couple times, and then him for reacting like that. Of course, she wasn’t an idiot. She knew what would happen. If she hit him, he’d probably send her flying into a wall or something!
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Juliet could feel the anger just oozing off of him, whoever he was, and completely ruining her own mood. “You’re the one who let yourself get hit. I’m sure someone like you could have easily dodged that.” She planted her hands firmly on her hips, a defiant look glued to her face as she tried to stare him down…. Well until she noticed just how tall he was.
She just about froze when his height suddenly register. Oh… shit… He was a giant! For a Dhampir, for a guy, for a person! She’d never seen someone so tall, so masculine, so utterly demonic. Her confidence plummeted, terror almost replacing it. Even for a guy he’s freakishly tall! How was that even possible?
“I said I was sorry….” She had most definitely lost her confidence, her voice much quieter than before, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself. This guy…. Definitely seemed like the type to strike out at her if she took a single wrong step. She just hoped she hadn’t made that wrong step already.
With completely shot nerves, she carefully treaded across the grass to where he stood, that horribly cold look in his eyes. Juliet tried not to look in them, leaning down to pick up her tennis ball, and then retreated. She almost couldn’t move fast enough, trying to get back to her stuff, and hopefully the safety of being out of his reach. But even still, the anger on his face was just… traumatizing. Scooping up her other two balls to join the third already safely in her hands. For some reason, she almost felt that if she left the balls unguarded he just might throw them back at her as hard as he could. And unlike her, a ball thrown from him would hurt.
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Post by ACTON CHACE BENSON on Jun 22, 2010 18:10:34 GMT -5
To explain why people pissed Acton off would be like trying to explain why lizards have tails or birds fly, it was just who he was now. It wasn’t that Acton hated people he just couldn’t stand some of the things that they do. Either a person is idiotic or prying or some other extremely irritating personality trait. It was rare to find someone that didn’t have something in their personality that didn’t annoy Acton. Nobody knows what sets him off so nobody bothers talking to him anymore unless they think they can be cool and start a fight and beat Acton, what a joke that is.
This girl that he had just met had successfully done a good job at pissing Acton off. Most people when they first see Acton try their best to avoid him, but this girl had done a great job at throwing a ball right at him. Lucky for her that he had a load of food in his arms or else he probably would’ve pelted the ball right at her head; actually no he wouldn’t, because even though he is an angry, bitter guy he still had boundaries and very few rules. One of those rules was to not hit a girl; it’s a fundamental rule that all guys are taught when they are younger. However just because Acton wouldn’t hit a girl that doesn’t mean he is strictly limited to physical threats, the guy could scare the shit out of anyone with simply his words.
When the girl put her hands on her hips and started to look all haughty a smirk crossed Acton’s lips at the mere sight of her trying to seem intimidating or something. It was quite funny seeing a little Moroi girl trying to stand up to him. Well actually she wasn’t that little looking, but everyone was small to Acton because lets face it the guy is huge. Obviously she thought so too because Acton noticed that after her little defiant gesture that her confidence was slowly shrinking. If the girl didn’t know about Acton’s reputation and become scared, then by now she was because of his dangerous and wild appearance. To emphasize what he thought she slowly backed away and started collecting the other balls that were around her, probably trying to hide any possibly weapons; well at least she wasn’t stupid. However she didn’t know about the stake he kept in his pocket and the ax he had tucked into his waist band, hidden under his shirt, but it’s not like he would use them on her, unless she suddenly turned into a Strigoi.
The girl was apologizing Acton realized, but he didn’t care. To Acton apologies were stupid, pointless, and meaningless. Nobody was ever sorry. Nobody was sorry for their actions, they were only sorry because their actions had some kind of unwelcomed consequences. So to Acton apologies were the last thing that he wanted and he never accepted them. Chuckling menacingly Acton stepped forward as the girl was collecting her things, probably thinking of a way to escape from the scary Acton Benson. You know I don’t accept apologies. Acton said casually as he somehow managed to grab an apple out of his pile of food residing in his arms.
And if I wanted to avoid a stupid ball I could have, but I was a bit preoccupied Acton said and nodded his head to the large amount of food in his arms. Besides its not like I’m made of flowers and clouds, I can handle a stupid little tennis ball being thrown at me After somehow managing to eat his apple Acton once again somehow got a bag of chips opened and started to devour them.
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Post by JULIET JOPHENZA on Jun 22, 2010 18:45:20 GMT -5
Once again, Juliet’s confidence started to grow as she pushed passed his intimidating stature. Who cared if he was a freaking giant! Who cared if he had a mad look about him. She was a Moroi after all. He may have strength and speed on his side, but she had the Earth and she knew how to use it…. Somewhat. It wasn’t that she struggled with summoning the magic to control the element, it was maintaining that control. Still, what little control she could muster would probably be enough if worse came to worse… Besides, how was she supposed to survive out in the world if she let some giant Dhampir scare her? She’d have to get her courage up, especially because she knew she wouldn’t have a Dhampir around to protect her. She wasn’t royal, after all.
Confidence completely back, an even more defiant look quickly took control of her expression once again. With her three Tennis balls gripped tightly in her hands, one in her left and two in her right, she replanted her fists on her hips. She narrowed her eyes a touch, her lips almost pursed.
Hearing what he had to say though, she could feel her own anger returning. Well, it wasn’t truly hers. She just happened to get angry if others were angry. It wasn’t exactly a great personality trait when you happened to be around something that always seemed to be angry, like say this fellow. Who the hell was he? He acted like he owned the place, that she should bow down and cower before him. She felt like laughing. Like she’d do that. Instead, she just smirked. “Yeah? And how was I to know that? Looks like I just wasted a good few seconds trying to be nice.” Something about him just irked her. The way he just blew up over a tennis ball, what sort of person did that? Right then, she noticed he’d taken a few feet forward, closing a foot of two of the distance between them. A part of her wanted to quickly stumble back, to return that space, but her current mood stopped her. He wanted to play like that? Okay, she’d play. Hopefully she’d take him by surprise. Hopefully he wouldn’t be used to people standing up against him. The only problem? She was starting to feel even more height conscious now that he was even closer. How the hell did a guy get that tall? She didn’t even know any Moroi men that tall!
“Oh, I see. No big deal.” She smirked again. “So you normally freak out whenever something hits you, even a ‘stupid little tennis ball’.”
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Post by ACTON CHACE BENSON on Jun 22, 2010 19:31:46 GMT -5
After spending so much time out on his own and away from people, just fending for himself, Acton has developed a few… issues. Of course the Academy was sending him to therapy, but Acton never talked. Every single session he went to he never spoke a word, not even a greeting or simple small talk. If there was one thing that Acton would not do at all was to talk about his past and what he did and saw. Nobody but the Guardians that found him that night know what really happened to Acton, even they don’t know exactly what he did or saw or went through and that is why he is sent to therapy.
However one of Acton’s many issues was being touched or attacked in anyway. So a ball coming flying at him didn’t set well for him or his instincts. After being out of the Academy for a year plus Acton was used to treating all forms of contact as violent and harmful since he rarely stayed anywhere near civilization. The only people or things that ever came into contact with him only meant harm, well besides his dog. His pet beagle, Turtle, was his only companion during that time, the only one that ever mattered. Acton didn’t want to care for the thing at first, but the dog grew on him and eventually it was always Acton and his dog going places, hell it was the only thing he fought for when he got back at the Academy, to not get rid of his dog.
Acton knew he shouldn’t be freaking out like he was, he always knew in situations at school that he shouldn’t overreact like he did. However each time a new situation arose Acton couldn’t control his instinctual rage, the need to defend himself even if there wasn’t even a threat to defend himself against. Even though a year has past since he got back Acton is still stuck at the same place he was when he first came back to the Academy. Luckily nobody remembers him from before, nobody would ever think that the guy he is now could have ever been the happy, goofy kid they knew all those years ago, that they grew up with and loved.
When the girl started to look defiant again Acton guessed that she was getting her confidence back after the initial shock of his appearance. This usually happened, but they soon regressed back to the state of fear after they either experience his physical anger or some kind of emotional trauma. Acton knew that soon she would revert back to fear, somewhere inside of him he didn’t want her to, but it was automatic for him to push people away. In his mind it was better to have people fear him and stay away from him instead of actually like him and want to be with him and get close to him. The last thing that Acton wanted was for someone to grow attached to.
I. don’t. like. Being. Touched. Acton said menacingly, pissed that she would question what he was capable. Nobody knows what he is capable of, but for someone to question it nonetheless ticked Acton off. However with each word that Acton said he took a step closer to the girl until he was inches from her. He was a close enough distance to not be creepy but close enough to be pretty damn threatening. This was usually enough to scare people at the school, especially Moroi. Out of All people Acton knew this wouldn’t work in real life, but it sure as hell worked on weak little Moroi guys that thought it would be cool to pick a fight with him So don’t mess with me Acton growled anger practically spewing out of his pours.
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Post by JULIET JOPHENZA on Jun 22, 2010 20:41:14 GMT -5
If she were anyone else, or he were someone else, Juliet might have backed off. But no. Not today, not with him, and most definitely not since he was the one that started it. Her stubborn side was starting to bar it’s fangs, figuratively of course. She’d never show her own fangs in such a stupid act. For some reason though, she really did feel like it, if only to annoy him even more. She stood firm though, not giving into the urge.
And it wasn’t arrogance or idiocy that kept her confidence. She knew, no matter how terrifying he might seem to be, he couldn’t strike the same fear as her brother had the last time she saw him. And she knew, the worst he could do was probably punch her in the nose. If he were willing to hit a girl that is.
“It’s a ball. Even a ball touching you gives you a right to freak out? Jezz, I quiver to think what would have happened if I’d had a Frisbee.” She fixed him with a sarcastic, ‘You’re absolutely crazy’ look. Who was so compulsive about not being touched that they would freak out over an accidental fly ball?
Does he really think he can just scare me int- What the hell is he doing? She just about ‘tsk’ed when he took another step forward… then another…. And another. Suddenly, before she was even aware of what he had done, he was only a few inches from her, dwarfing her like a tall dark tower. A tall dark tower with it’s cannons aimed right at you, and you with absolutely no cover to hide behind. Great… Absolutely perfect. I just had to pick a fight with a freaking monster. A giant, utterly overwhelming, monster!
Narrowing her eyes even more, she tilted her head upward just enough to glare at him. God, why did he have to be so tall? Well, at least the setting sun wasn’t in that direction, otherwise she’d be having to stare straight into it to it. If only she were a little taller... Then he’d have to deal with the sun glaring into his eyes. That would show him.. Only when she heard his, no doubt about it, no way it couldn’t have been, threat, did her confidence shake. It wasn’t much, but enough that she almost had second thoughts. Maybe she should back off…..
Instantly though, she scowled. No way in hell was she going to give him the satisfaction of chasing her off. She’d been there first anyway! “Oh? And what’ll happen if I do?” She smirked a little, hands still on her hips. “Would you actually do something, or are your words only empty threats?”
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Post by ACTON CHACE BENSON on Jun 22, 2010 22:04:39 GMT -5
Somewhere deep inside of Acton he wished he wasn’t the way he was. However no matter how much he longed for the kid he was before he knew this change was for the best. Instead of letting people burrow into his heart for short periods of time to only burst out and rip it apart when they leave, Acton decided to build a wall around his heart. It was better to not let people close because when they left or were taken away it hurt. This was the reason Acton pushed everyone away because it was better to be feared and alone then loved and surrounded by people that would eventually crush you. Not many people understood this feeling, this urge to protect yourself, but Acton didn’t care because he knew that someday they’ll know and wish they were like Acton.
To go along with this instinctive urge to protect himself, it wasn’t just for his emotional state of being, but it somehow channeled into an urge to protect everything about himself. It was a good instinct to have when you are on your own for so long, but once Acton got back to school it was something unnecessary, yet Acton couldn’t stop it, obviously because he is still this way. When Acton first got back nobody knew that they shouldn’t approach him or talk to him or just be near him, but they did learn when another dhampir guy came up behind him one day to talk and ended up flipped onto his back with a broken nose and two black eyes. In Acton’s opinion the kid was lucky to not be staked or have his head cut off.
However no matter what it is that hits Acton, even if it is a stupid little ball, it puts him on the defensive. The girl pissed him off even more by mentioning the fact that it was just a ball. Yeah, Acton knew it was just a ball, he knew he shouldn’t overreact, but for some reason he just couldn’t help it. It was like telling a dog not to wag it’s tail when it’s happy, it’s instinct. By now Acton’s entire arms were shaking because he was trying so hard to not drop his food and not hit the girl. He couldn’t hit her, she was a girl after all. However with each word Acton got even more mad and by the time she mentioned a Frisbee Acton had dropped his pile of food with his fists balled up at his side and his jaw clenched.
Stop talking Acton mumbled threw his clenched jaw. Honestly he didn’t want to lose his temper at a girl. If she was a guy then Acton would have knocked her out by now, but sadly she obviously wasn’t and that meant that Acton had to try and control himself as much as he could. Hell at least Acton was able to keep his cool this far, well if you count keeping his cool as his eyes screaming anger and his arms shaking with restraint and rage. Why couldn’t she just leave it alone? Why couldn’t she just run away like everyone else? Sure Acton couldn’t run away because that wasn’t in his nature as a Dhampir, but why couldn’t this little Moroi girl run away?
Would I do something? Acton repeated, his voice dangerously calm. Did she have to question him? Of course if she pushed him too far he would do something and then he would have a swarm of Guardians on him as usual. WOULD I DO SOMETHING? Acton screamed and grabbed her arm really hard. Don’t push me girl Acton growled and shook her arm for emphasis.
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Post by JULIET JOPHENZA on Jun 22, 2010 22:46:34 GMT -5
Up until this point, Juliet really had been relying her… feminine charm. What sort of guy would hit a girl? Sure, girls hit each other all the time, girls hit guys all the time, but if a guy hit a girl? They would usually get in a lot of trouble. But at the same time, Juliet was absolutely positive no one would care if something happened to her. She wasn’t Royal. She didn’t have any Royal cousins. She didn’t even have any Royal friends. If someone decided to beat up on her, none of the schools staff would do a thing about it. Not unless they saw it happen, then they’d have to do something.
So, for as confident Juliet was, she was nervous. She was pushing him. Pushing him closer and closer to the breaking point…. But she didn’t know where that breaking point was. And that’s what made her so nervous. How close was he to snapping? Or had she already pushed him to that point?
When the food dropped from his arms, she jumped, taken completely off guard. And then he was talking, his tone sending chills down her spin. Oh yeah…. She’d pushed him way passed the breaking point. Oh God…. What have I gotten myself into?! Without even realizing it, she’d actually listened, and gone deathly silent.
Her confidence was long gone, not even a smoke trail left as evidence of it ever even being there. His hand lashed out, grabbing hold of her arm, bone breaking hard, before she had any idea what was going on. Yelping as his fingers wrapped around her flesh so tightly, she violently flinched. And this was why she shouldn’t mess with Dhampirs. They were much stronger then her, then all Moroi, and had been trained to use that strength. This one in particular? He might be strange, maybe even psychotic, but he definitely knew how to use his strength, and God was he strong.
The tennis balls that had been in her hands scattered onto the grass, forgotten. Wide eyed, Juliet couldn’t pull her gaze away from him. From that look in his eyes. Oh God… Oh God, Oh God! He’s seriously going to hurt me! Her theory of his not hitting girls had been abandoned long ago, her stubbornness had fled from the scene. Now, she couldn’t help the downright terror pulsing through her veins.
Flinching when he violently shook her, she did the only thing she could. “Please let go. You’re hurting me..!” Something cracked under both their sets of feet. The Earth was responding to her own terror, cracking under the pressure.
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Post by ACTON CHACE BENSON on Jun 22, 2010 23:25:04 GMT -5
The anger that Acton had been pushing back had fought its way past the barrier that Acton had put up and finally caused him to snap. He was trying so hard to keep that barrier up, sure some of the anger oozed threw the cracks, but he didn’t want to snap on her, on a girl. It wouldn’t have been bad if she was a Dhampir girl because they know how to fight, to defend themselves. However the person in front of him wasn’t a Dhampir and wasn’t as durable and strong as they were, so it made it worse that he had snapped at her.
It was as if a haze had surrounded his brain, it was as if he couldn’t control what he was doing. Before he knew it he had grabbed her arm and was yelling at her. All he wanted to do was to be left alone? Could that really be too much to ask? This morning Acton had set off to get his breakfast and eat in solitude like he usually did, but no of course that wasn’t possible. He had to be hit with a stupid ball and have some girl come and ruin his calm. Greatly Acton wished that he could just walk away, but no matter how much he wanted it his body moved without thinking, it was like he was on autopilot. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be doing this he also knew that it was necessary because she had to stay away, she just had to.
When Acton snapped he couldn’t differentiate between people, who he was supposed to be fighting and who were innocent bystanders. Whoever got in his way had to be removed, it was how it worked in Acton’s hazy mind when he snapped. Right now he was vaguely even away that he was holding onto her arm so tight, that she was flinching when he shook her. All that he could think about was that she was the one that caused this rage, that she was the one that had pissed him off, and she had too get out of the way. The haze was still looming around his head when she started to started to talk. Not even her asking him to stop could make him snap out of this… frenzy he was in.
What did shake him up a bit was the fact that the earth had cracked beneath his feet. However instead of snapping out of it like most people would at the sign of the earth starting to crumble beneath them, Acton didn’t move an inch. He stood there still gripping her arm and looking at her with rage in his icy blue eyes. Most people would be terrified by the look he was giving her and for all Acton knew she was terrified, but Acton couldn’t tell because he was too consumed in his rage. It was a miracle that he hadn’t started hitting her face in by now, but maybe there was still some semblance of sanity left in him during this rage.
It took a moment after the initial cracking of the Earth for Acton to register what he was doing. Slowly Acton’s grip on her arm loosened and once he let go of her arm he realized what he was doing. The poor girl looked terrified and he probably left a bruise on her arm from holding it so hard. With his eyes widening he slowly backed away. Did he really just do that? She was just a normal Moroi girl. Did he really just cause her to be so scared of him that she caused the Earth to crack with her fear? No…I… no… Acton mumbled under his breath with his head ducked down so his hair fell in his face. Shit Acton said aloud to himself, barely believing that he had gone that far, but he still couldn’t help but think that it was for the best. That it was best that she was scared of him and never bothered him again.
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Post by JULIET JOPHENZA on Jun 23, 2010 0:04:48 GMT -5
Juliet’s heart was thumping so violently in her chest that it almost hurt. But it wasn’t this Dhampir’s face she saw. Somehow, her mind was playing tricks on her. His face became her brother’s…. The last time she’d seen him, as a Strigoi. And she…. She was in her mother’s place. It down right terrified her. A part of her was almost waiting for that other hand to come up and twist her neck around. Red rimmed eyes… deathly pale skin… She thrashed in his grip, trying to break free from that bone crushing strength.
“Let go!” She didn’t know how many times she repeated those two words, over and over again, growing more and more frantic with each time. And the more frantic she got, the deeper the cracks grew. The rumbling grew louder, as if the Earth itself were threatening him, echoing her words. Whatever her actions were, the Earth followed.
She froze when she sat those eyes, eyes like ice, just as cold, just as sharp. It chilled her entire body to the bones. Juliet did her best to stop herself from trembling. Why… Why were his eyes as hard as steel, as piercing as a knife….
But no…. Something else was starting to register inside her. How it dominated her fear….
He’d been hurt. Somehow…. Something had turned him into this. This couldn’t be a freak incident where he just ‘lost’ it. This had happened before…. Or something had happened to cause such terrifying reactions from him. Her fear was completely forgotten, the pain from his grip dulled. What had happened to him…?
She felt guilty. So…. So guilty. If she’d known, she never would have been such an idiot.
But then…. He was back. His grip slackened, finally realizing her. Unable to maintain her balance she stumbled backwards, tears in her soft green eyes. But not from the pain. She’d forgotten about her arm for the moment, but her fingertips did brush the spot. She’d most definitely have a bruise from it, but she didn’t care. “I’m sorry…. I’m really really sorry.” She knew he didn’t ‘accept’ apologizes, but she had to try anyway. “I shouldn’t have…..” She almost choked on her own words, unable to find a way to convey the feelings. “You’re right, I am an idiot. A good for nothing idiot that’s just too stubborn to have just walked away and not made you angry…” The cracking of the earth still persisted, but it was… mourning now. Echoing her sincere apology and sorrow. Why it continued…. Was all due to her lack of control.
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Post by ACTON CHACE BENSON on Jun 23, 2010 12:07:38 GMT -5
Even though Acton was used to these rages he still didn’t like them all that much. He didn’t like not being able to control himself when his anger took over him. When he was out of the Academy it came in handy because he didn’t have to worry about who he was attacking because if he ever ran into somebody they were almost always someone or something harmful and dangerous. So there was no worry out there if he was going to be attacking a little Moroi girl or a weak little freshman. All Acton had to worry about was being kept alive and these rages helped, but not now, they didn’t help when he was living amongst other civilized people.
When Acton was brought back he had made few rules for himself, one of them being to not attack girls, especially Moroi girls. Before this incident he had only fought one other girl, but she was a dhampir, but now he completely broke this rule. There were other rules that he broke, but they were insignificant rules that weren’t like this one. How could he have done this? How could he have lost control so badly that he attacked a girl that just accidentally hit him with a ball? Okay, but in Acton’s defense he was overly sensitive to being touched or hit with projectile objects because in past experiences these things were never good. The only time that Acton was touched was by a fist or a weapon and that instinct to protect himself still hasn’t gone away and he wasn’t sure if it ever would.
What made things worse was that she looked guilty. Why in all that is good on this green earth did she look guilty? She wasn’t the one that went on a rage because she was hit by a ball? She wasn’t the one who almost killed a innocent girl? Acton just didn’t understand why she was the one that was feeling guilty about this instead of him, because even though he didn’t mean to hurt her he didn’t feel guilty. Most of the emotions that most people felt seem to avoid Acton now. Most people could laugh happily at a joke, but Acton was stuck with a hollow, cheap imitation. Most people could smile and have conversation, but Action was left with a smirk and sarcasm. Most of all Acton couldn’t feel guilt anymore, he had to throw that emotion away a long time ago because if he felt guilt as much as he should have it would’ve have eaten him up.
Then she started to apologize and that just set Acton off. He was so angry that he had actually lost control because control was the only thing that mattered. Control of emotions, control of actions, control of a situation, control of an outcome; that was all that mattered because if you couldn’t control those things, well then that just went against everything that he stood for. However this time the anger that was making his fists clench wasn’t directed at the girl, but it was directed at himself. He was so mad that he let this happen, that he had given up control when he knew that he should be able to keep his cool like every other dhampir could do.
Shut up Acton growled sincerely wishing that she would just stop talking and run away. Couldn’t she just realize that she shouldn’t be apologizing and run away before Acton did anything stupid again? Just shut up and leave Acton said sharply trying to get her away because she was already there too long, they were already involved too much because he was mad at what he did to her. He had felt too many emotions in this moment because of her. Now they weren’t warm and fuzzy ones but Acton regarded anything or anybody that made him feel anything as a threat and that’s why he beat people up when they made him mad because people had to learn to stay away from him, they had to.
WORDS : 678 TAGGED : juliet STATUS : finished OUTFIT : loose holey jeans, black vneck NOTES : RAWR ;]
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Post by JULIET JOPHENZA on Jun 23, 2010 14:07:27 GMT -5
Juliet didn’t know why she couldn’t just listen to him. To just grab all her things and run. To run and never be found. Or just leave her things and run. To just get out of there as fast as possible. But Something…. Something about him just stopped her. Stupid! Just run already! Even her own thoughts couldn’t shake her into action. She just stood there, frozen, eyes wide, brimming with those few tears that refused to fall. It didn’t make sense, WHY couldn’t she just get out of there before he did something else?! It was completely unbearable, but something, something deep inside he, kept telling her to stay. That there was something she had to do before she left. That she’d never get another chance to try and help again. And Juliet couldn’t forget that. If she ran away now, she’d never be able to bring herself to come near him ever again.
She could almost feel his emotions as her own, the anger that had driven him over the edge… As if burning her from the inside out. The emotional pain was horrible, threatening to become physical pain if she didn’t sooth it. But, there was something else…. Something else was in his eyes…. Pain…. The pain that drove him to chase her away, to chase everyone away. Something had hurt him, so deeply that he had abandoned society. So he couldn’t be hurt again. So he couldn’t hurt others again… It was almost heartbreaking, her breath catching in her throat, refusing to let her speak. It doesn’t matter what happened! Just leave! She should listen to herself… Once again though, that other part of her stopped her, reassuring her…
“Why…” Her voice cracked as she forced the word out, fighting the more sensible part of herself to speak. “What hurt you, so badly….” Her words were quiet, barely even a whisper, fearing he might react in anger once again. She didn’t know what she was doing anymore, that more sympathetic part of her was driving her words, driving her actions. For some reason, she just had to know…. She wanted to help.
“Why do you chase everyone away…?” Her words were a little louder this time. Would he actually give an answer? Hell no! Just leave before he gets even more mad! No, she couldn’t leave! Not yet… She wanted to know…. But the chances of him actually tell her were slim to none.
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Post by ACTON CHACE BENSON on Jun 23, 2010 15:22:38 GMT -5
The other people at the Academy didn’t understand what Acton’s problem was. Everyone just thought he was some huge guy that liked to push people around that he found some kind of sick pleasure in watching people squirm under pressure. Honestly Acton did find some pleasure in fighting, in pushing himself, but he didn’t find pleasure in other people’s pain. It was in the nature of a dhampir to be able to fight and sometimes they liked it. Fighting just felt natural, like it was what his body was meant to be doing. However some fights aren’t meant to be fought, especially against a Moroi girl.
All he wanted was to be left alone. Couldn’t people understand that? Acton didn’t want to walk around the school like the biggest bad ass that ever walked the planet like some people thought he was trying to do. Acton didn’t want to scare everybody shitless every time that they got near him. All he wanted was for people to leave him alone so he didn’t have to worry all the time, so he didn’t have to keep the wall up all time because honestly it was kind of exhausting to maintain the effort to keep that wall up. Some people would argue that it was pointless to keep it up all time, what in the world could the harm be of letting people in? Acton considered those people idiots; they just didn’t know what could happen.
When the girl spoke up asking why he was like this, what had hurt him, Acton glared at her. The look would have probably sent a grown Guardian hiding behind a tree calling out for mommy. Nobody asked him what happened in his past, everyone who did always regretted it. Besides its not like anybody remembered him anyway. Nobody remembered the kid that they knew since pre-school that was the center of the show, always telling jokes and making people smile. Nobody seemed to make the connection that the guy that he is now is the same goofy 15 year old they thought died a long time ago. The people that did make this connection didn’t bother with him because after a while they just gave up and figured he was a lost cause.
Nothing hurt me! Acton growled at her, not wanting to think about it or talk about it, all he wanted was for his past to be erased. Nothing hurt me. Acton repeated to emphasize his point. Of course this was a downright lie though. Physically there were scars all over his body, riddling his torso and marring his arms and legs. However the multiple scars he earned were nothing compared to what had changed him mentally. After that nothing was ever the same, nothing was ever what it used to be. Sometimes it was hard for him to even imagine what it would be like to go back, to be like he was, but sometimes he wished that he could.
I chase people away because I’m scary Acton sneered at the last word. People are scared of me because I am scary and that is all that matters, its simple. Oh how this was such a lie. Acton did push people away on purpose, not because he was scary but because he could. He pushed people away because they shouldn’t be near him and he didn’t want people near him. So stop butting into my business girl Acton said his voice returning to the eerily emotionless tone that he has been using for the past couple years. It was a good defensive move because people didn’t like not knowing what people were thinking or feeling, so the lack of emotion did a good job at freaking people out and scaring them away.
WORDS : 629 TAGGED : juliet STATUS : finished OUTFIT : loose holey jeans, black vneck NOTES : RAWR ;]
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Post by JULIET JOPHENZA on Jun 23, 2010 16:34:41 GMT -5
Juliet had yet to notice, but those few other people that were out at this time of the morning had stopped to watch the commotion, then left, no one wanting to get involved. Those who knew of Acton’s reputation feared he might turn on them, and those that knew Juliet didn’t care what happened to a non royal like her. Even a few guardians had passed without a second thought.
Juliet hadn’t been one of those people that had known Acton before this moment. She might have seen him once or twice before now, but she’d never spoken to him or shared a single class with him. She hadn’t even recognized him. And yet, she could still pinpoint that he hadn’t always been like this.
She flinched when he glared at her once again, the ground at her feet grumbling once again, as if to threaten this Dhampir. If she wasn’t careful, she just might hurt both of them with her magic. If only Juliet weren’t blinded by trying to figure him out, she might have been a bit more worried about the little problem. “Then why do you look like you’ve been broken…?” Cautious, she took a single retreating step, in case he decided it just might be better to shut her up himself. But he did have a broken look to him, and he seemed set on making sure that never happened again… She wanted to know, she was desperate to know, what had happened to him.
Suddenly though, she wanted to yell at him. Yell at him for being such a freaking idiot. Somehow though, she was able to stop herself. But even though she didn’t verbally express it, her Earth seemed far too eager to. “You’re scary because you want to be.” She held her breath for a moment. “You may not want to hear it, but being alone isn’t as fun as it seems…” The way she spoke was as if she knew exactly what she was talking about. Scooping down, she hesitatingly picked up her tennis balls once more. “All it does… Is make you relive it. Over and over again.” She was stuffing the rest of her things back into her bag now. If he still wanted her gone, she’d have to finally respect that. She couldn’t keep forcing herself on him. If she pushed him past that breaking point again, she doubted he’d stop like before.
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