Post by Anise Tatlin on Aug 23, 2011 21:29:57 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry!! It's not very long and uninteresting but it was the best I could muster up from a month and a half of college... It's sucked me dry of my creativity x.x. But feel free to post! :3 It's open!!)
Anise tapped her little foot impatiently. She was being picked on by an older student. He tortured her relentlessly everyday. Never stopping until he had successfully made the little first year cry. She was unable to find anyone who was willing to take care of her bully, so she was ready to take care of it herself.
It made her very upset. Infuriated even. She doesn't like bullies, and yet here she is, being picked on by one. The thought of it made her angrier. She stomped herself over to the edge of the Arch and sat precariously on an edge.
She began to think...hard. Her little tan face scrunching deep in thought. How could she get him back? She didn't know too many spells. And the ones she did know weren't meant for dealing with bullies. She tapped her finger on her chin.
Her cheeks flushed with rage as an image of what he had done to her played in her mind. Setting her new robes ablaze...
If he wants a fight well now he's got one...and he hasn't seen me crazy yet... Anise thought deviously to herself. All she needed was an older student...one who was willing to help her get rid of her bully. Anise stood up on the edge, balancing herself by placing her hand on the wall she had set her back against. Aloud she spoke:
"I'll show him what little girls are made of--Gunpowder and lead."
Last Edit: Aug 23, 2011 23:08:53 GMT -5 by Anise Tatlin
Post by Melisande De La Rosa on Aug 27, 2011 17:43:36 GMT -5
"Having trouble, Anise?"
The inquiring voice was attached to a young witch with olive skin, brown eyes and bright pink curls. Today, she was wearing her school uniform, as she found it far less involved than the outfits Tia Elena made fore her. Honestly, couldn't the woman sew something simple?
As much as the ruffles and bows and lace trimmings helped Melisande put forward an innocent facade, they were so troublesome to have to bother with when she didn't have to. Not to mention, she had just had her thirteenth birthday, and no teenager wanted to wear such juvenile clothing. She had tried raising this point with Tia Elena, but the answer had not been favorable.
"Ay, solamente eres una nina." You're only a child.
Just a child? Hardly. She had come outside in the hopes that some new argument that she could pose to Tia Elena might manifest itself. Hopefully sometime before the next frilled monstrosity arrived. Only, she'd come out and seen Anise in her untenable and hazardous position on the semi-decimated wall.
"I mean, quite frankly, whatever is plaguing you can't possibly be improved with a trip to the hospital wing when you break your arm falling off that thing."
Anise was one of the few people around here that Melisande could stand. Even though she didn't normally like the naive, cheerful type, somehow on Anise it was charming. So, instead of ignoring her, only to shake her head in knowing censure, she had gone over to offer her advice on the matter.
It was completely up to Anise whether she took her warning serously or not.DERP!
Post by Anise Tatlin on Oct 14, 2011 17:08:36 GMT -5
To Anise's surprise she heard a familiar voice echoing through the arch. Melly was approaching her l, but not wearing her normal outlandish apparel. Anise tried to force a smile but the action took more effort than the normally cheerful 10 year old wanted to offer.
"Melly, there's a big meanie picking on me." Anise said, pouting all the while. "Look at what he did to my new robes."
Anise stood up cautiously. Her foot slipped and she nearly fell off the wall which she realized was pretty high up off the ground. But instead caught her balance and leaped from the wall. Her hand instinctively held her little pink skirt down.
When she landed she proceeded to show Melly what the older bully had done to her robes. The fire which had been set on her had burned halfway up the robe, making tattered and frayed ends on either side of the burn.
"And that's not all he did either." Anise informed Melisande. "Look. He slapped my face and he shook me like a ragdoll."
She turned her head to the ride and exposed a large hand shaped bruise across her tiny face. Still dark purple and bluish in some spots. She had bandages on her knees and elbow from when he slapped her, knocking hero t the floor causing her to gouge them. Blood was just barely making it through the bandages.
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