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Post by Loui Zhestokii on Jul 18, 2010 22:37:35 GMT -5
A small group of very young children were running full force down the hallway of St. Anne’s Orphanage. They were giggling like mad, laughing their little heads off and screaming for joy. Their clothes were muddy and their hair and faces were a wreck, but that was to be expected of young Derelicts; nobody could make them brush their hair or wash their faces if they didn’t want to. And they didn’t want to. So they didn’t! And they loved every moment of it. Nothing but play and happiness these days- so unlike the times before. So they tore through the rooms and corridors of the large building, hooting and hollering and tossing toys back and forth.
Until one of them ran right smack into a wall.
“Oof!” went the sound of air escaping her seven-year-old lungs as she fell back, hitting the rug hard with her rump. Her friends had stopped just a few feet beyond, laughter dead in their throats and smiles quickly fading. She rubbed her smashed-in face, eyes rising slowly to the obstruction in front of her.
Not a wall. A person. A big kid. A really big kid. The figure loomed dark and foreboding above the child, and the little girl felt her blood run cold. Suddenly she was just as scared as she ever had been of any adult. She knew who this was. She wished she didn’t- but she did.
“The Hell you think you’re doin’, kid?” the figure growled. Her dark eyes were flashing, and her nose was wrinkled as she sneered down at the child, as if she was looking at a particularly unpleasant insect. One she was plotting about crushing.
“I- I’m sorry, Mister, ah! I mean, miss! M-miss L-loui!” the tiny girl cried, scrambling up to her knees rather than her rear. She was trying to right herself when a booted foot stepped firmly over the hem of her dress. The girl’s eyes widened in fright and she looked up at the teenager in panic.
“Din’t your mum ever teach you to watch where you’re goin’, brat?” Loui said in a voice low and dangerous. Her toe ground the scrap of fabric deeper into the floor, an obvious threat.
“I’m sorry!” the girl begged, tugging at her dress wildly, “Please, miss! It w-won’t happen ever, ever again!” A hand snatched out and wound pale, long fingers through a tangled blonde mass of hair. Loui pulled the little girl close and bent down so that she could terrify her at her own eye level.
“See that it don’t,” she said in a gritted-tooth whisper. The girl whimpered, trying to resist without having her hair ripped out by the roots. But just as suddenly as she had grabbed her, Loui let go and the girl feel backwards, this time pulling herself up quickly. She and her friends ran off, not nearly so joyful.
Loui watched them run until they had rounded a corner and disappeared, the sound of a last knuckle crack ringing in their ears. She had let them off easy. Back in the old days, that girl would have at least one eye swollen shut by morning, and her friends would have had a nice ear boxing, at the least. Back then, she could do anything she wanted. But not now. Now she had to be careful. Keep her temper in a tentative check, relying on any little excuse she had to get the bottled up emotion on the outside. Such as small children running into her.
Yet she felt unsatisfied. Those little brats deserved a lot worse than she gave them. Her fists were itching to be buried into something. She walked down the hall like a caged animal, just waiting for the first excuse to walk by.
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Post by Radhika Kittur on Jul 19, 2010 1:10:55 GMT -5
Radhika swallowed hard as she ventured into Derelict territory. She knew that if anyone recognized her, she'd be made to regret coming to this place. The only reason she was here was a bunch of derelict children were playing in the garden and the little girl had left her doll. Knowing many could and would just take it, Radhika decided to try and find the girl to give her the doll back.
As she walked down the halls, she nearly set off some traps, but by dumb luck, she was able to avoid them. Once she turned the corner however, her blood ran cold as she noticed someone else walking in the opposite direction. 'Damn, now what do I do?' she thought to herself, her heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed dryly, keeping her head down as she walked. She quickly walked past the other girl, accidentally brushing into her.
"I'm sorry" she murmured to the girl before picking up her fast pace, not wanting to stop. 'Just keep walking, and you might not get hurt' she thought, not paying attention to where she was going only to wind up ensnared in a net suspending her off the ground. She struggled to get out but the more she moved, the more tangled up she got. Hoping the girl was still there, she said loud enough that the other person could hear, "Excuse me, but I could use some help down." She was praying that she wouldn't be recognized as an aristocrat knowing she'd be tormented if she was found out.
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Post by Loui Zhestokii on Jul 21, 2010 15:43:00 GMT -5
When another person interrupted her solitude, Loui barely even batted an eyelash. Didn't really care. unless they gave her a reason to do so, she would take no notice of any other person. They were not worth her time unless she said so. And, as such, she noticed nothing of this other person, aside from the fact that it was an apparently cleanly-dressed (in other words, Aristocrat) girl around her age. On another day, perhaps Loui would have taken more notice. But she was distracted by her foul mood.
The hair falling in her eyes might also have had something to do with it. Maybe. Just a little bit. Have fun getting her to admit to that.
She was entirely ready to turn the corner and go on her not-so-merry way, when she heard a yelp from behind her. She did not even need to turn around to know exactly what had just occurred. Stupid girl had set off a trap. Yep- definitely an Aristocrat prissy. She suppressed a less than kind smirk as she turned around.
"Shouldn't go trotting through this half of Anne's like you own it, missy," she said as she turned on a heel and strode up to where the girl hung, suspended by woven ropes. "And why should I let you down, eh?" She paced in a vulture-like circle around the net, looking up at the girl within with one brow raised, "I think I rather like you all strung-up there, love." Her voice was taunting, "All like a picture. Nothing to do but hang there and look pretty."
She reached out with a hand and pushed on the net gently, setting it swinging slightly.
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Post by Radhika Kittur on Jul 21, 2010 16:01:19 GMT -5
Radhika got a little huffy when Loui mentioned she was strutting around like she owned the place. "First of all, just because I'm....well what I am doesn't mean I act like how you say I do" she said, getting a bit flustered as she tried to move around a bit, "I was only trying to return a doll to one of the girls in your group when I wound up like this." She gripped tightly at the ropes when she was pushed, the sudden motion startling her.
"Well, for starters, I'm the one who keeps the neutral areas clean not to mention I cook for everyone since I'm the only one who knows how so if I'm stuck here, you all would go hungry" she said simply, folding her arms over her chest. She glanced at the other girl, and she felt a shiver go through her body.
Despite the girl's good looks, something in her eyes was very predatory which frightened her yet was a bit exciting at the same time. "But if none of that seems to be of any concern to you, if you let me down, I'll do whatever you want" she said softly, her cheeks turning a bit red at the implications of what she was saying. She hoped that the other girl didn't take it the wrong way or notice her reddened cheeks, but she'd do what she needed to in order to get out without any problems.
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Post by Loui Zhestokii on Jul 22, 2010 15:24:06 GMT -5
The Siberian stopped in her pacing, pausing for a moment to look up at the girl, head cocked to one side and eyebrow raised speculatively. A smile spread back on her face then, oddly moving, like raw egg whites. Her pacing resumed, and she pushed the net further, letting it swing back and forth as she circled.
"Anything I want?" she parroted, "I doubt you know how dangerous that offer is, pretty fool." She'd almost called her flat-out stupid, but had altered her words to make her sound politer at the last moment.
She really is a pretty bird... better to play the gentleman, Loui thought, with no pure intentions whatsoever.
"Maybe I WILL cut you loose," she said finally, pulling something from her waistband. A blade, shiny silver and patterned. She flipped it around a few times, eyes never leaving the girl. "But maybe I'll also wait on that favor. I'd rather call it in later. Make you all nervous-like with the waiting. All the more fun for myself."
She turned the blade around, setting it against the tie-off rope.
"This will hurt, precious," she warned, amusement in her voice, "But that always makes it more fun." And then she cut.
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Post by Radhika Kittur on Jul 22, 2010 16:17:00 GMT -5
"It can't be more dangerous than hanging here and at the mercy of your group" she said softly, starting to regret her offer, but she was a girl of her word, and would stick to it. She braced herself for the fall, landing with a thud. "Ow, thanks for that" she said, tossing the ropes off her. She stood up, straightening her apron and skirt before looking up at the girl with a shy look in her eyes. She could tell that like herself, the girl was from a foreign land. It just made her all the more interested in this person.
"You may ask for me any time you wish. I plan to keep my word regardless of when you call it in" she said, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her apron. Her heart hadn't stopped pounding since the girl was circling her like a vulture while she was stuck up there, and it showed no signs of stopping. "How rude of me not to introduce myself, I'm Radhika Kittur" she said softly, curtsying to the girl.
She kept her face lowered to the ground, not wanting the other girl to see her nervousness and red cheeks. She knew the wait would be nerve wracking and excruciating, but she could endure it. "How will I know you're calling it in. If you wind up in my territory, you could be in serious trouble with my group" she said simply.
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Post by Loui Zhestokii on Jul 23, 2010 17:56:09 GMT -5
Loui let the girl talk. Chattery little thing... she thought voicelessly. She didn't feel the need to reply with any welcomings of the thanks, nor did she see much of a reason to go on about the safety or danger of her side of the Orphanage- the girl was right, of course. It WAS dangerous for her to be in the derelict side. Hadn't this little encounter proved that?
"Loui Zhestokii," she replied shortly, leaving it at that. No need to go into her full name or agonize over pronunciation. Either the girl got it or she didn't. And with a name like hers, surely she had a grasp of odd sounds anyway. At least non-English sounds.
Radhika was in luck- Loui was capable of being perfectly clueless when she didn't care. The blushing and nervousness flew right over her tall head.
"Don't be worrying about me finding you. When I want you, you'll be found," she snorted- about as close as she would be getting to a laugh- "You Aristocrat prissies don't much scare me."
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Post by Radhika Kittur on Jul 24, 2010 1:14:04 GMT -5
"Loui" she repeated softly, smiling a bit at the sound of the other girl's name on her lips. She got a bit upset when mention her group was full of prissy people. With a deep breath, the shy and blushing girl seemed to vanish, and a much more confident girl was in her place. "While we may have a prissy neat exterior, we can be just as vicious and cruel as your lot can" she whispered in Loui's ear as she walked past the other girl.
"Now, since you're not taking my offer, I should be going. I have dinner to prepare" she said, setting the doll down before she walked out of the derelict's territory. Once she left, the cool front that she managed to muster before she left caved, and she leaned against the wall, her heart still pounding a mile a minute. She felt as if she made a deal with the devil, but she silently hope that the girl had poor memory, and by the next day, forget all about her and the promise she made.
'Dinner will keep my mind off that' she thought, as she went to the kitchen to prepare the night's meal, and trying to get her promise and the girl out of mind, trying to ignore the feeling of dread and excitement boiling within her.
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