Junior
posts 6
Female
Undecided
played by darling
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Post by Mackenzie Acheson on Dec 31, 2014 14:24:21 GMT -5
Outside of her uniform, Mackenzie was armed to the teeth in jewels and finery, and no one could stop her. The vain child had covered herself in crystals, in iridescent glitter that glowed pale pink, a light minty green, or a golden shade depending on the lighting, and in all the silver jewelry she could find to match the black and white dress she'd gotten herself into. It wasn't exactly and exaggeration to say that she was gleaming under the lights, something she'd intended from the start. Kenzie had created her own personal spotlight. Anything to keep her as the center of attention, something easier said than done considering that even in her four inch heels, she barely touched 5'3. She was buried in the crowd. Holding her own was difficult, but she'd managed to find a way, a way revolving around her favored shinies. Regardless of her tiny size and the fact that in any crowd she seemed to be swallowed up, unable to be seen, there was no fear or intimidation on her face, just that usual pleasant grin. An extrovert in its natural habitat, the pounding music and noisy horde gave her life. Wicked confidence and fiery determination was in every step that the cheerleader took. All grace and control; a refined energy seemed to seep from Mac, unusual considering her energetic, saccharine disposition generally just seemed overbearing and ditzy. Maybe all it took was shoving her off in a dress to pull her into some semblance of a relaxed nature. Or maybe it was just the fact that her feet were killing her. The pumps were putting quite a bit of strain on them, and while Kenzie would never suck up her pride and admit it- or possibly take them off and 'ruin the outfit'- bouncing around in her usual way hurt. Eventually the miniature sacrifice would find herself exiting the throng of dancers, sitting at one of the tables set up at the edge of the dance floor. The fact that someone else was already at the table didn't bother her one bit. If they had wanted to be alone, whoever it was wouldn't have made a point of coming all the way out to the party, now would they? Besides, someone that really wanted to hide would have sat in the back, right? Besides, in all honesty, Mackenzie didn't truly care what this other person wanted. If she wasn't going to be dancing around in the crowd for a while, she was going to be getting attention some other way. Even if it meant talking to a stranger. "You really already done for the night?" Just small talk. She doubted this person was; the night was still young and she certainly wasn't ready to quit. Breaks were probably necessary, she got that. Kenzie's elegant air would be lost in the way she sat. Legs crossed, elbow on the table, arm propping up her head; practically draped across the table in the way she leaned. While she was comfortable, it certainly wasn't the most lady-like way to present herself and didn't fit that earlier regal-ness at all. @open [attr="id","puzzletag"][googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"][newclass="#puzzletag a"]font-size:10px !important;color:#7f7f7f !important;font-family:arial !important;text-transform:lowercase !important;transition:all .6 linear;[/newclass][newclass="#puzzletag a:hover"]color:#7f7f7f;[/newclass][newclass="#credits a"]font-family:open sans condensed;font-size:11px !important;color:#7f7f7f !important;[/newclass]
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Sophomore
posts 60
Male
Dauntless
played by Fernweh
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 2, 2015 1:18:33 GMT -5
Even though many of the students lived too far away from their families to leave for the holidays, this year, it seemed as if the end of year was noisier than usual. Kylin too had chosen to stay behind. His parents were near strangers and though it was only a few states away, his house didn't really feel like home.
For most of winter break, the raven had spent his time holed up in his room, unwilling to come out due to the unrelenting cold. He'd stayed huddled under his covers, head poking out of his mound of blankets to read or stare out his window in grumpy discontentment. So when the teen finally came out to stretch his legs and get himself back in shape for the new year, he was surprised to find so much activity amongst the remaining student body. News of the New Year Eve party hadn't reached him in time (and he'd most certainly forgotten about it), and in his curiosity, he'd been ushered into a suit and dragged to the hotel ballroom where the party was set.
Which explained why he was currently sitting at an empty table, sulking as he tried to nurse his non-alcoholic beverage in peace as bodies whirled around him. The noise was unbearable, and the room was too crowded for his liking: at least a third of the school had to be crammed into the rented space. But here he was, trying to make the most of the night. Not in the mood to squeeze his way back to the entrance to get away, he stayed where he was and tried his hardest not to let his distaste for the event show on his face. At least he'd be warm here, in this dreadful ballroom.
Any semblance of quiet the sophomore might have had was ruined when a small, pink-haired girl with furry blonde ears plopped herself ungracefully into the seat across from him. She slouched over the table, leaning uncomfortably close to him, and Kylin tried his best to ignore her. Despite being so close to the dance floor, most people had avoided his table due to the scathing glares he sent to anybody who seemed like they wanted to sit. The other tables were occupied with hormonal teenagers, and the raven hadn't bothered trying to look for an empty one here. But apparently, his glare didn't work on this girl, as she'd sat without any hesitation.
And then, horrors of horrors, she'd tried to make small talk.
"I was never anything but done," he scoffed, leaning away from the girl's heap of limbs. What did he have to say to make her go away? It'd probably have to be rude. Then again, that might just make her angry, and then she'd stay longer to screech at him. Might as well humor her and see what she wanted. She'd probably be gone sooner or later if he acted civilly. | |
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Junior
posts 6
Female
Undecided
played by darling
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Post by Mackenzie Acheson on Jan 2, 2015 2:03:20 GMT -5
That bitter expression meant absolutely nothing to Mackenzie. The black-haired boy had two eyes, they were focused on her, and that was absolutely everything the sacrifice needed in life at the moment. Such a vain little thing, the pinkette never cared if the attention given to her was positive or negative. Sure, she'd prefer to be admired any day, but being seen in an awful light was thousands of times better than being being tossed to the side, now wasn't it? This mindset easily described her constant desire to 'stir things up' and manufacture drama where none existed. It also explained how that menacing look had absolutely no effect on her. He was a person just like any other, and she'd hold his stare without flinching. In social situations, Mac was entirely fearless... Probably not the best of things, considering anyone even a bit in shape could probably pick her up and shove her in a trashcan. A roll of the eyes would be offered in return for the guy's irritable response, "What was the point in coming here then? It's not like anyone forced you." No point in sitting in a crowded room and making sure everyone else had an awful time, now was there? Sure, she understood that some people where uncomfortable in crowds and loud places, but this wasn't a mandatory event. Shuttles were running between the campus and the hotel nonstop. If he didn't want to be here, then he didn't have to be. Then of course that meant that this boy wanted company, right? Assumption was a powerful thing and maybe Mackenzie needed to simmer down and stop presuming things. "So, what's your name? I'm Kenzie." He leaned away, and she'd move in closer, probably looking pretty uncomfortable, all stretched practically as far across the table as she possibly could be without lying on it or standing up, staring him directly in the eyes. The girl had absolutely no concept of personal boundaries or the fact that maybe, just maybe, this stranger could want to be left alone, yes, in a public area. But that's so silly. Now why ever would someone do that? Seemed pretty counterproductive to her. The arm that she wasn't supporting her head on was tapping against the table in rhythm, keeping time with the constant thrum of the loud music, not that it could be heard very well considering how close they were to the speakers, only being on the edge of the dance floor, but the movement was still obvious considering the placement of Mackenzie's arms and how spread out she'd managed to make herself. It was almost impressive, honestly. For someone who couldn't hit five feet tall without heels and didn't brush a hundred pounds, she could take up a lot of space. "Have you just been sitting here all night? You should dance some, I bet you'd enjoy it. You seem tense." The sacrifice's words were all squished together- frantic and fast-paced as per usual. There was absolutely nothing relaxed about her, and it was probably pretty easy to see in the short few moments since she'd planted herself in the seat. For this poor boy, it might be a long night. Kylin Wu[attr="id","puzzletag"][googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"][newclass="#puzzletag a"]font-size:10px !important;color:#7f7f7f !important;font-family:arial !important;text-transform:lowercase !important;transition:all .6 linear;[/newclass][newclass="#puzzletag a:hover"]color:#7f7f7f;[/newclass][newclass="#credits a"]font-family:open sans condensed;font-size:11px !important;color:#7f7f7f !important;[/newclass]
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Sophomore
posts 60
Male
Dauntless
played by Fernweh
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 2, 2015 2:32:42 GMT -5
Yeah, it looked like this girl was definitely someone he at least had to try acting civil with. Otherwise, she'd never leave him alone. That was the feeling Kylin got, and his gut was usually right. That didn't make the whole situation any less irritating, however, and he grit his teeth to keep from snapping. Ignoring the first comment—yes, he wasn't being forced to stay, but getting out was even more of a bother at this point—he only glared harder at her, not realizing that it was what she wanted in the first place.
"I'm not obligated to tell you, short stack," he growled, eyes flashing dangerously as she reached further across the table. Stretching out like that couldn't have been very comfortable, which only led him to assume she was doing it on purpose. All the more reason to not like her then. There was a reason why he hated women so much, and this girl seemed to embody most of his reasons. Thank the lord he wasn't attracted to the dumb creatures, how he would even manage—
Ahem.
As small vibrations began to shake the table, the raven ground his teeth together harder. Endure it, endure it, endure it, endure it... It was too bad that he hadn't brought his tonfa with him to the party, otherwise he was sure he would've smacked her already. Then again, he didn't exactly need his tonfa to smack someone who was getting on his nerves... Well that was a thought. He could proclaim a spell battle, but he wasn't certain if she was more than just a mundane. God, he hoped she wasn't; having to deal with her in the spell battle world would've been a nightmare.
Kylin almost snorted at Kenzie when she uttered her last observation. Tense? Him? Well no duh. He was trying to have a peaceful conversation with a moron who didn't seem to understand the concept of personal space. This time, he flat out scooted away from her end of the table before rolling his eyes. "Little wonder that I am, when I'm surrounded by trash like you." Okay, that last bit had been a little... uncalled for. He was trying to be not rude, remember? But it had slipped out regardless, and he looked away in his distaste. if this was going to be what he had to deal with for the rest of the night, then he wouldn't hesitate fighting out the door. That front paled in comparison to this one, and scarily enough, she was but one person. | |
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Junior
posts 6
Female
Undecided
played by darling
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Post by Mackenzie Acheson on Jan 2, 2015 18:01:36 GMT -5
It was easy to tell that the boy wanted her to back off. From his expression to his posture, everything about him was screaming fuck off. But honestly? Kenzie didn't care what he wanted. It was as simple as that. She wanted a conversation and she'd drag it out of him forcibly if she had to, which it seemed like it was coming to. Start a fight, scream at her, she'd turn him into the bad guy in an instant. The sacrifice had absolutely no qualms with playing the victim in order to get more eyes on her. He could be another head stepped on in order to better reach her ultimate goal, or he could sit back pretty and polite and just give her what she wanted. Either way, Mackenzie would be the star of tonight. She'd already decided that much. ... Short stack? It looked like the easy way was out. Mackenzie's smile would tighten for a moment before she'd struggle to relax herself, letting out a bit of a laugh. "Nope, you're definitely not. I can't make you say a damn thing. I'm just trying to be nice though. You know, get to know you." The pink haired girl would try to keep herself from sounding too aggravated, for now. After all, she had to be the victim here, didn't she? She was an angel, a sweetheart. She didn't do anything wrong. Yeah, that was the story Mac was going with. He'd move farther away, scooting back,- a clear sign to back off if there ever was one- and Mackenzie would struggle to take up even more space. Not that she could without getting up, and at current she was trying to avoid that, but Mac made a damn strong effort to fill up as much of the table between her and her 'companion' as physically possible. And it was obvious. She had absolutely no intention of leaving him alone, regardless of the fact that he wanted nothing to do with her. "Trash? Now that's a bit harsh. I didn't do anything other than come over here to try and make sure you were feeling alright." At this point, it was more of a game; Kenzie just pulling at loose threads to see when everything would unravel. When everything fell apart, would this cold front just be a guise? Would whatever was underneath it be softer and easier to kick around? She certainly wanted to at this point. Or would he snap and she'd be left as a victim, and him an awful criminal to throw to the wolves? Either way, it was her win. Of course, she'd prefer to not have a physical confrontation. Mackenzie knew she couldn't hold her own very well, and she liked her face to not be all bruised up. Though the pity she could collect might be worth it in the end.Kylin Wuoh dear, she's getting pissy.[attr="id","puzzletag"][googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"][newclass="#puzzletag a"]font-size:10px !important;color:#7f7f7f !important;font-family:arial !important;text-transform:lowercase !important;transition:all .6 linear;[/newclass][newclass="#puzzletag a:hover"]color:#7f7f7f;[/newclass][newclass="#credits a"]font-family:open sans condensed;font-size:11px !important;color:#7f7f7f !important;[/newclass]
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Sophomore
posts 60
Male
Dauntless
played by Fernweh
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 3, 2015 0:25:36 GMT -5
Was the girl trying to get on his nerves? If Kenzie truly wanted to get to know him, there were better ways of doing it, if there were any at all. Glancing back at his table-mate, Kylin just barely caught the way the pink-haired girl tensed when he poked at her height. Not that he'd have cared, really. He was allowed to call her whatever he wanted, and who was she to stop him?
Taking a sip of his drink, he decided that maybe ignoring her would be the way to go. She'd get bored and leave eventually, wouldn't she? That was just how girls like her worked. So when the shorter girl stretched out enough that her arms took up his cup space and threatened to knock it off the table if he found anywhere open, he held his temper. When she claimed she hadn't done anything but make sure he was feeling alright, however, all thoughts of trying to play nice went out the window.
So this was what she was doing, and it seemed he was right that she was trying to aggravate him. To her, this was probably just a game to be fought and won. Hard grey eyes narrowed minutely, and the raven had to bring his cup to his lips to hide the absolutely feral smile that briefly graced his face. This was war. And he was going to win it, even if he was already at a disadvantage. And if he couldn't, then that was okay too. As long as he could deny this bitch any taste of triumph, he would be happy.
While it had to be fairly obvious he was repulsed by her—assuming that the girl actually had brains in her, that was—Kylin knew he didn't have a clear grasp of what she wanted from him. And that was bad. His enemy could already see a weakness in his defenses, while he still hadn't any clue about her. As far as he was concerned, this girl was just trying to pester him. That could mean a few things. It meant she was either trying to see past his cold exterior, or she was trying to provoke him.
Kylin didn't have any qualms with playing villain. It'd mean he could fight unrestrained without much worry. He'd fight one against five hundred if he had to. But that was half of what the girl might want, so he didn't bother. He wasn't going to play right into her hands. But if that was the case, then that meant...
Whatever. He had to observer her longer. Setting his now empty cup on whatever space was left on the table, the raven crossed his arms. It was a defensive gesture, sure, but making any aggressive moves so suddenly would only seem suspicious. Even if he was seething on the inside, he had to humor her and act nice, which was a pain in the ass, but her defeat was more than worth it.
"Yeah?" he challenged spitefully, malice coloring his voice. He had to let her think he was still ignorant of her motives, whatever they might be. Suddenly, that tensity he'd seen after the jest at her height seemed so much more relevant. If he had any weapons left now, it'd be that one. "How kind of you; didn't think you had any room left in there for compassion." It wasn't the best stab at her he could launch, and revolved around a relatively vague implication, but it'd allow him to see how sensitive she was to such things. | |
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Junior
posts 6
Female
Undecided
played by darling
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Post by Mackenzie Acheson on Jan 5, 2015 21:29:47 GMT -5
Maybe she could just.... reach over... and- The cup would be moved out of her reach before Mackenzie got close enough to even consider swatting it- by accident, of course! She wasn't the one causing all this trouble, after all. That was all on him. How dare anyone think otherwise. Instead he'd sip at his cup. While the expression on his face was obscured by the object, she'd see it change enough to guess he'd finally started to pick up on things. Oh, let the games begin. The goal was rather obscure- what actually constituted winning? Both parties were aiming for something else in particular points and the same in others. Her getting attacked could be considered a win for both parties. A simple conversation could also be considered a win when that was what one was going for- attention- while the other was looking to avoid snapping and instead just trying to get through this encounter with his sanity in tact. What decided who made up the losing party in such strange conditions? The longer this went on, the more and more Kenzie just wanted to be crowned queen. She had to make him lose. But how the hell to even go about that? Everything was still so muddy considering how little time they'd actually spent together as of yet. Figuring out what would bring him down was difficult on such short notice. A certain silence settled between the pair for the first time since Mac had seated herself at the table as she waited for some sort of a response- not that she'd really allowed one to manifest any earlier- and when he finally set his cup down, she'd listen intently to his words. His tone held that same spiteful tone, but she wouldn't let it get to her. It wasn't like he'd been any more pleasant to speak to before. "What's that supposed to mean?" The sacrifice huffed, letting herself seem offended. She knew it was some attempt to piss her off, but what exactly he was getting at was so vague. Was he calling her air-headed? It wouldn't be the first time she'd heard such things. Short? Fairly plausible, though she'd prefer to assume that that wasn't the case. The dependency caused simply by the fact that she couldn't reach anything on shelves for normal-sized people was enough to make her scream. She didn't need to be reminded of that fact verbally. Maybe it was him saying her vanity took up so much of her personality that little was left? That hurt less. There was just so much to potentially be offended by, it was building up. Leave it to Kenzie to manufacture multiple things to be offended by in small, uncertain comments. Kylin Wusorry it took so long![attr="id","puzzletag"][googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"][newclass="#puzzletag a"]font-size:10px !important;color:#7f7f7f !important;font-family:arial !important;text-transform:lowercase !important;transition:all .6 linear;[/newclass][newclass="#puzzletag a:hover"]color:#7f7f7f;[/newclass][newclass="#credits a"]font-family:open sans condensed;font-size:11px !important;color:#7f7f7f !important;[/newclass]
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Sophomore
posts 60
Male
Dauntless
played by Fernweh
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Post by Kylin Wu on Jan 8, 2015 0:30:48 GMT -5
"Think for yourself; I'm sure you don't have a walnut for a brain," Kylin tossed back airily, letting the girl's imagination do all the work. Whatever she took it to mean, he could only imagine it to be offensive, since a) his tone was far from polite, and b) he had basically just said that he doubted her character. There were bound to be flaws he didn't know that could fit in somewhere, so Kylin just let her stew about it and come to her own conclusions about what exactly he was talking about. The malice had mostly disappeared from his voice though, and he sounded more exasperated than anything.
Then again, he hadn't realized that he'd all but suggested Kenzie might have less than a nut-sized brain. The thought hadn't occurred to him though.
Trying to strategize and figure his opponent out had gotten his head out of his cloud of rage though, even if this was a woman of the worst kind. The raven was not the impulsive sort, and he had to cool his head to try and come up with a plan. As much as he wanted to smash her down, he still didn't know what it was she wanted from him, and that made things a thousand times more complicated. He was a man of simple things, hence why fighting was such a good medium and outlet for his much needed challenges.
Could he win this? If it were a physical fight, then Kylin would've believed in his abilities and fought with confidence, but psychological battles were never his to pick, and he was no master of cruel, silky words. He didn't hurt people because he wanted to, just did it for the rush of challenge, and now that he wasn't as irritated as before, he was stuck in this unwanted situation all over again. Might as well test his tongue and see where he got to with this godforsaken woman. | |
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