What's the word... {Kitvael}

[chelsea]

[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border-top: 5px solid #0A2341; border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2341;][style=color: #0A2341; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; line-height: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]I'VE GOT A FAST LIFE[/style] [style=color: #496781; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; margin: -25px; text-indent: 30px; letter-spacing: -2px;]and a slow-cuttin' knife,[/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:10px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana;]Chelsea is sitting alone right now under a big tree. She finds it quite calming to be alone like this. It's a place where no one will judge her or make fun of her. She wonders why people make fun of others to begin with. Does she say things that anger people? She always tries her hardest to be nice to everyone, so when did she ever do anything to anger someone? Sometimes Chelsea's way of thinking didn't always agree with the other people's logic. She had her little arms resting on her knees which are pulled up to her chest. She is enjoying chewing on an oak leaf at the moment. It is very calming to her. No one else gets it why she finds this calming. I glanced around the clearing I was in, blinking my big golden eyes as I scanned the surroundings. I was still alone, and that was worth all the cheating and sneaking I had done to get to here. It was all worth it now. Being alone allowed me to clear my mind and just kick back for once and not have any responsibilities weighing heavy on my shoulders. I closed my eyes, wondering why everything was so quiet in my head. I came here to think, yet, I couldn't think about anything whatsoever. Almost like my mind was a little too clear for my liking. I let my thoughts wander from their rightful place in my mind to a more complex and bizarre state. I had gone from wondering why people made fun of girls like me to what it would be like to run away from all of this stuff that made my head hurt and go somewhere where it wouldn't hurt my head as much. Stumped as ever, I folded my arms across my chest and kept my eyes closed tight. The leaf was still hanging lazily out of my mouth, kept in by my front two teeth that had broken the skin of the leaf. My braids were rocking slowly with the slight breeze blowing past. With my back against the tree, everything seemed almost perfect. [/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:8px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]WORD COUNT: 357 NOTES: : D TAGS: Kitvael- You're next. CREDIT: AERIE OF OTE[/style]

[kitvael]

Where's Gilgy? I can't believe they threw him into the forest... of all places, the forest... the forest I don't think I'm really supposed to be in... but... I can't just leave Gilgy in here, how would I sleep at night knowing a pack of ravenous wolves were feasting on his fluffy flesh?! It might have seemed as if Kit lost a child in the forest, searching frantically to and fro. The only thing he didn't do was call out Gilgamesh's name, as even Kit knew that would be a little pointless -- teddy bears didn't have audible voices. Regardless, he had the countenance of a mother whose child had wandered off into a meat grinding facility, including the matching and harried movements as he searched place to place. From patches of flowers, to under rocks.

Now and again a sound would scare him, the odd snapping of twigs in the distance, or something that sounded like a growl but may have been the wind whistling through some rocks here or there. Of all the students, Kit was one of the more jittery and jumpy ones, one of those socially awkward students who were easily frightened. It was pretty pathetic, from Kit's perspective, how he could get like that while so many others of his class seemed so much more confident, even some of the D Class students seemed to have more feelings of self-worth and had the combat skills to back it up, too. Well... I guess part of that is why I'm stuck in this situation...

Some students feared those of the S Class, but many had come to realize that Kit really wasn't the type to fear. For starters, he never fought back. No matter how much someone might tear into him, the young demon was infamous for not responding with force of any kind -- a sort of pacifist, if there ever was one. To some it may have been an admirable trait, to others it was simply the sign of a coward, while there were also those who would prefer to take advantage of his reluctance to respond violently. For instance, the group of students that chucked his teddy bear into the forest had only done so after rummaging through his bag, after forcefully taking it from Kit not more than an hour or so ago. For the most part they left his things alone, quickly flipping through any notebooks while disregarding text -- they figured it would all be notes. They had stolen some of his money, laughed at some of his drawings he had done of other students he had crushed on during his time at Akashibai, the hearts and fanciful frames he gave those drawings easily giving such romantic feelings away. Then they came across his teddy bear. His beloved Gilgy.

Gilgamesh was an easy target. Kit carried the bear wherever he went, often keeping the stuffed animal in his bag so people wouldn't know, so when his earlier tormentors had come across the bear they all milked the opportunity. At first it had been an embarrassing game of keep away, where they tossed the bear between other members of their group with the main idea being to try and get a rise out of Kit. Failing that, as he seemed closer to crying than raging, they had tossed the small object into the forest, doubting Kit's will to go in there. Those students had left before Kit had gone in, so for as far as they knew or cared, Kit had stuck to quietly sulking and sobbing right outside of the forbidden place.

With a tired sigh he peeked in the roots of a nearby tree, doubting that his bear would've been caught up in that mess. So, those beady black eyes staring up at him from the tangle of roots filled him with joy.

"Oh there you are!" Kit exclaimed, relieved at last to find his bear in the tree's tangle of roots. Some dirt had gotten into the fabric, but it was nothing he wouldn't be able to fix up in his dorm a little later. Once he picked up the small bear, holding the ragged thing in his arms, he noticed someone else nearby. Sitting at the base of a nearby tree was a young girl, chewing on what looked like... a leaf? Quite the peculiar sight, but Kit was never one to really judge -- he was a demon who carried around a teddy bear, after all.

"I... um... s-sorry for disturbing you miss..." Kit's voice trailed off as he couldn't think of any name, or anything to call her for that matter. He could feel his face blush red from embarrassment, he had just had a bit of a reunion with a stuffed animal right in front of another student, after being mocked for having the thing in the first place. Plus, with his sentence that trailed off he felt nervous that he had been unable to think of anything else to say.

[chelsea]

[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border-top: 5px solid #0A2341; border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2341;][style=color: #0A2341; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; line-height: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]I'VE GOT A FAST LIFE[/style] [style=color: #496781; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; margin: -25px; text-indent: 30px; letter-spacing: -2px;]and a slow-cuttin' knife,[/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:10px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana;]Everything was still silent. Would I be able to pull such a thing off? Would I get hurt? What would happen to me? Would Mother and Father get angry? Would they be scared? What about Reagan? Those questions needed a good answer, although I was deathly afraid to know the answers. I dismissed the crazy idea of ever being any place but here. I would miss my life here way too much. It wouldn't be the same without being here with my family and my leaves. I heard someone approaching my clearing, and that was what broke my silence and my train of thought. I glanced around for a couple of seconds, trying to locate the source of the noise. With no luck, I rested my head against the tree again in hopes of being able to be right back where I was before and look absolutely at peace. That peace would never last and it didn't. That's just how things worked, I guess. There was a boy standing there with a teddy bear in his grasp. I smiled at him with a piece of leaf stuck to my tooth. I noticed the piece of leaf stuck to my tooth and my fingers removed it and the rest of the leaf from my mouth. I probably looked like a big weirdo at this point. I kept my embarrassment from coming onto my face. It was bad enough sitting in the woods alone. Know I had shown someone I liked tree leaves especially when I was eating them or just chewing on them in general. It was calming no matter what anyone would say. "Hi there!" I said cheerily, letting my eyes close as I smiled bigger. It was a geniune and true smile. It was nicer to know I wasn't completely alone in these woods. Sometimes I forgot these woods could be a dangerous and scary place when I wasn't careful. And I usually wasn't very careful when it came to the woods. I was reckless and stupid when it came to the woods. I thought I knew this place by heart, so what was the problem with being out here? I let my legs stretch out as I turned my whole body to the newcomer to my spot in the woods. My hands were supporting my weight and I leaned back a little. I had too much faith in my stick arms from time to time. Something I should probably work on later in time as a safety precaution. "Oh it's fine! Sometimes it's fun to be alone but other times its not." I messed with the bottom of one of my braids for a few seconds and coughed a little. My throat was tickling, a feeling I really hated. It was so darn annoying that sometimes I wished that my whole throat would be thrown up in a violent and bloody mess. "I'm Chelsea Davanto. And you are?" I was trying my best to be friendly but not come off as a nosy little kid. I wasn't a little kid anymore and I was determined because my appearance didn't show it, that my attitude and choice of words and such to aide me in my quest to become older. Even if I couldn't do that physically, I could do that mentally to say the least. [/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:8px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]WORD COUNT: 557 NOTES: Sorry my first one was so short TAGS: Kitvael CREDIT: AERIE OF OTE[/style]

[kitvael]

The younger girl seemed odd to Kit, but not in a bad way. There were many ideas he held, one of which was that every person was weird. Everyone. There was no way someone had no strange quirks of their own and, from his perspective, those quirks were often what made someone interesting. For instance, he found it interesting that this Chelsea seemed to chew on leaves, in a way that made him wonder about her a little. Was it a way she focused? Did her power involve the consumption of leaves? Did she simply like the taste? Were some leaves out here actually edible, with all the trimmings of a delicacy and not the ground? He knew not the answers to those questions and he was quite curious to see if any of them held any truth. Either way, Kit most definitely was not forward enough to ask -- he didn't want to offend. Although, in all honesty, he figured to try refraining from asking as he knew that he'd get a little embarrassed if she asked him about his bear.

"O-Oh um... uh, my name's Kitvael Ravenhart... but um... I prefer to go by Kit," he replied shyly, hugging the bear a little tighter as he gave a response. In a way, it seemed incredibly childish as toddlers often had a similar reaction when introducing themselves, although toddlers were much shorter and had more of the puppy-cuteness about them that a teenager like Kit likely lacked. For now he didn't think to move towards her or anything, she hadn't invited him to do so after all, so he quietly stood there while inwardly debating about what he should say.

"Not to be um... rude, but uh... why're you out here... ?" His tone held a hint of genuine curiosity, hardly any feelings of "students shouldn't be in this forest" as, well, he was in that forest and he hated acting like a hypocrite. Sometimes, he figured, it could be necessary to act hypocritical -- like telling someone not to smoke due to the health risks, despite being a chronic smoker. His mind often jumped to that example as he knew the risks of that activity, and the risks of drinking, and the risks of tattoos, and the risks of largely any activity that made him feel a little paranoid about his own health. "And um... again... I don't mean to sound rude or anything... but why... why were you chewing on that leaf... ?" the second question had been what he wanted to avoid. He didn't know who this person was, and knowing his own luck she would be someone with the ability to throw him into the next galaxy -- literally.

Besides, he liked this galaxy. Even though he had a hard time making friends in it, but surely, that facet of his introverted personality wouldn't change just because he went to a new place, right? Well, it hadn't when his parents sent him to his first boarding school. It still hadn't changed when he ran away to the streets, although it did make him a little more tight-lipped about his own history. Even at Akashibai, he still had a rough time branching out, but since he knew what his problem was, he could try to attack it head first in order to force himself out of his fears. Plus, with Gilgamesh, conquering his own fears -- no matter how slowly -- was a little easier.

[chelsea]

[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border-top: 5px solid #0A2341; border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2341;][style=color: #0A2341; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; line-height: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]I'VE GOT A FAST LIFE[/style] [style=color: #496781; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; margin: -25px; text-indent: 30px; letter-spacing: -2px;]and a slow-cuttin' knife,[/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:10px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana;]Alone always meant one person in a quiet environment where no one would ever be able to criticize me was my definition of alone. Now I was at risk of being criticized or maybe even worse... told on. Would Mother and Father be angry that I was out here by myself. It was called The Forbidden Forest as a matter of fact. So it was a Forbidden place. A place where a little girl like me wasn't allowed. But I wasn't alone in this forest. So was being in the forest at all such a big deal? I mean it wasn't like I had come out here to do bad things that Mother and Father had told me wasn't good for me. Kitvael, who wished to be called Kit, had brought up the question I was asked quite often when I was caught in the woods all alone. At least he hadn't asked why a little girl was out in the scary woods by herself. I was older than I looked as a matter of fact. I thought of my answer for a few moments, choosing my words extra carefully as I thought about them. I wasn't the quickest little girl so there was an awkward silence emanating from my aura, "It's nice to meet you Kit.." If he preferred to be called Kit then I had no problem with calling him Kit. Next was to answer the question of why was I out here and why was I chewing on a leaf. Oh dear... this was going to be quite weird for me. Not one person had caught me in quite awhile. Why was I out here to begin with? The forest were a place that calmed my nerves when I got frustrated and didn't know what else to do. It was almost like my personal drug. I decided I would repeat that and maybe add a few clearing statements in between, "The forest is a place where I'm free. I'm not restrained by any rules and I can just run free. When I get frustrated or nervous I come out here. It's almost like the silence is my own little drug I'm addicted to." I was quite proud of how that came out. Next was the infamous question of why I liked to chew on leaves. It was going to be a very similar answer to my Forest answer. But, as a matter of fact, it was going to be it's very own answer with it's very own explanation. There was a story behind that. But I decided I wasn't going to go head first into the details. I didn't want to bore Kit at all. And sometimes the stories of my life tended to bore people considerably. I took a steady breath to disguise my nervousness. People or students in general tended to get me nervous especially in the forest. What if something bad happened and Father wasn't around to save me again. What would happen then? "Oh the leaves..." I started my answer with an exasperated sigh. I promised to myself there would be no stories or references of stories involved in this answer. I took another more shaky breath and finished my answer for Kit's question. "I'm not sure why I like to chew on leaves. It's not the taste or texture. It's more the relaxing motion my jaw has to make to chew them. It's not like other things let me make that motion with my mouth. I think it's calming." I personally was kind of proud of my answer. Not too long, not too short. It was just right. And I hoped Kit understood what I was saying and wouldn't run from me. I noticed he was holding a teddy bear and smiled a little. At least some people still believed in calming themselves in their own way. It wasn't like even one else carried around a teddy bear now a days. I still had a stuffed animal I slept with at nights to keep me company when I wasn't crawling into bed with Reagan or my parents. Only when I got scared did I go to sleep with them. Other than that, my stuffed frog kept me company. He would protect me from the monsters under my bed and the darkness that infested my room at nights. Kit and me were going to get along quite nicely. He seemed a little scared so I gave him a reassuring smile just for the sake of it. [/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:8px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]WORD COUNT: 753 NOTES: : D TAGS: Kit! CREDIT: AERIE OF OTE[/style]

[kitvael]

In a lot of ways, Kit could feel himself understand what Chelsea was getting at. Of course, he couldn't completely understand for he wasn't her, but a lot of what she described reminded him quite a bit of himself in some respects. For one, he could comprehend the feeling of being restrained in a world and needing a free escape, a place of solace and peace away from everything and, sometimes, everyone else. His reasons and motivations were likely much different from Chelsea, which was why he chose not to interrupt. Some people hated it when another thought he, or she, could empathize to a level of complete understanding -- he had been like that a few years ago, though he often doesn't care to get into it.

When it came to the leaf chewing, he could even empathize with that a little bit. For her it was a calming activity, something to provide a gentle rhythm she can control while, presumably, out on her own. Sure, chewing leaves was a tad odd, Kit even wondered why she didn't just chew gum instead, but he wasn't so insensitive as to make that the highlight of anything he would say. After all, he did the same thing to keep himself calm with his stuffed bear even though he knew many would find that odd -- odd in the sense of "why does an eighteen year old demon still need a teddy bear" as, from the many cases Kit had been presented with, men weren't supposed to hold onto such childish things. Men were supposed to be strong, protective and confident and not weak, frightened and insecure -- a stereotype many often compared him to, an ideal he simply met in not a single way. The other stereotype he often was compared to would be that of the demon, a frightening, fearless creature that are, themselves, the epitome of fright, or in some cases of lust or greed. Surely, the demons described in all various forms of literature wouldn't hold the need to sleep with a little protector clutched in their arms, or in hesitation and fear of what could be lurking in the shadows just outside. From his perspective, his reliance and dependence on the toy to keep him feeling calm was about as strange as her solace in chewing on leaves. Although, he supposed, leaves could have an adverse affect on health... pending on where they were found, what they had fall into and all those other factors.

"Well um... I think I sort of get it," he started, feeling a little unsure of what to say, for he didn't want to accidentally step on a land mine. "I mean like... well I just sort of understand the... the feeling for um... like a... a need for a peaceful spot... away from stuff," he added a little nervously, looking off to his right as he tried to think of what else to say so he didn't seem like an idiot. "But um... m-may I ask um... why... here... ? Like... I um... this forest... it's not really the safest place... from what I've heard... and I'd just think that... if you wanted a peaceful spot... it'd be somewhere... more... um... safe?" He wasn't sure if his statement was at all understandable. Kit had a terrible time articulating a thought aloud with someone he didn't know and wasn't all too comfortable around yet.

But I guess I could ask myself that question when I ran off on my own... the real world, even compared to that last school, wasn't exactly safe either. Sort of like it's own "Forbidden Forest" at the time. I wasn't allowed to go out there, yet I did anyway because ultimately... I figured it was better than just feeling stuck in my position... and while the two years I was out there had a lot of... encounters, there were a lot of peaceful moments too. Maybe Chelsea hasn't run into anything dangerous yet? Or maybe she has and can handle the things in here? I hope I didn't sound judgmental... I'm not, but at the same time... I dunno... I guess part of me is a little worried that maybe something bad would happen in here, as Kit tried to trace the origins of his worry, he simply skimped over the fact that he didn't want someone's sanctuary to become a hostility in and of itself. For, the vast majority of the time, the world Kit had stepped into as he wanted to escape the woes of his past life was a sanctuary at first, one that lured him in with grand promises of serenity only to be whisked away when he came across the treachery of the illusion, falling into a hostile prison more than the world he wanted to escape to. He had been lucky, though, as Akashibai Academy helped drag him from that pitiful existence.

[chelsea]

[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border-top: 5px solid #0A2341; border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2341;][style=color: #0A2341; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; line-height: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]I'VE GOT A FAST LIFE[/style] [style=color: #496781; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; margin: -25px; text-indent: 30px; letter-spacing: -2px;]and a slow-cuttin' knife,[/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:10px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana;]I had a laid back life, never had too many worries or things that would tend to bother me. Not a lot of people would mess with me considering I was the Headmaster and Security Consultant's daughter at Akashibai Academy. It was quite odd how I was treated differently purposely, only because my parents were important to the school. Were the students afraid of them or afraid that I might tell if they are being rude to me. Did I come off as such a person? And again, a question remained unanswered between me and Kit. Why on earth was a little girl like me doing in the big, bad forest? How was that even a real question? I guess random people didn't know me like say Reagan or Mother or Father. I needed to remember that. Make a mental note, in a form. Remember that no matter how old I was, I was always going to look younger than that. A curse, for say. Most people would consider it a blessing. Immortality was no blessing to me. I was nearly 15 (I was only 14, but a girl can only wish, can't she?) and looked like I was maybe ten or 11. It was a blessing to mot people, but I had to be referred to by my age because Mother and Father wanted desperately for me to be at least a little normal. But, I looked a little TOO young for an academy that had kids with ages similar to a normal kid high school. I was Freshman age at the time, but looked like I should be in an elementary school. I complained to myself and the air about it a lot. "Oh..." I said in realization, ignoring the fact that I felt a little embarrassed for leaving that out of my explanation. I had been slightly frazzled when I had first answered, my silence being broken so quickly like that. My reason was simple, "I know these woods are forbidden and all, but I know them like the back of my hand. It's so easy to remember the trees and the bumps in the ground, sometimes I forget they can be dangerous for someone like me." Someone like me being the daughter of the two important people at the school and the fact that it wouldn't have been the first time I was hurt. I was kidnapped when I was little, and if it hadn't been for my persistent parents and their faith I was still alive, I probably wouldn't have been there at the moment. I might've even been dead... I shuddered quickly at the thought of death and glanced back up at Kit. My arms were wrapped around my knees as my back rested against the tree in a forced casual way. I sighed, letting the oxygen slowly escape from my lungs in a exasperated way, "Mother and Father would be angry if they knew.. You won't tell, will you?" Maybe, by the grace of God, he didn't recognize who I was yet. If I hadn't asked, maybe he wouldn't know who my parents were and I wouldn't be in any trouble whatsoever. Now that I had asked... that could have caused me a few problems that could've been avoided. Kit didn't seem like the person who would go around telling on people for the kicks. He carried around a teddy bear. I wished I was that innocent. I wasn't however. I was far from being as innocent as I used to be. I moved my arms to relieve the pain forming in my shoulder blade as it pushed at an uncomfortable angle against the tree. [/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:8px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]WORD COUNT: 609 NOTES: : D TAGS: Kit kit kit kit CREDIT: AERIE OF OTE[/style]

[kitvael]

Partly, Kit wanted to sit down on the forest floor so that his legs could rest up a little, but he wasn’t totally sure if such an action would be deemed as an acceptable action given the circumstances. That, and he didn’t want to bother Chelsea too much if she would have preferred him leaving her be. Regardless, he politely listened to what she had to say, a genuine interest having crossed Kit’s countenance at this time when Chelsea explained how it would be safe for her. He still felt a little unsure of whether or not she really would be safe out here, but then again, he doubted his ability to really change any bad outcomes for the better, unless the most dangerous foe lurking deeper within the trees was just but a squirrel.

“Oh um…” he began, trying to organize his thoughts so that he could address her concern, “I won’t um… tell anyone,” he said with a small shrug of his shoulders. Of course, if he were interrogated on the matter Kit knew he likely wouldn’t be able to keep such a secret, even if it seemed somewhat small to him. Nervously he looked around the area a little, as if trying to discern whether or not some beastie was lurking about nearby. With a few nervous glances he seemed to relax a little, though he was clearly still on edge a bit – he never interacted much with people. His legs getting the better of him, he sat down tentatively for a rest.

“And um… if I’m bothering you or anything… I can leave, I’m just waiting… for um, some people to all have class at the same time,” he stated quietly, truly not wanting to bother Chelsea anymore than he already had. Although, Kit also didn’t want to, by chance, run into the very same people who had chucked his most sacred belonging into the forest again. When it came to confrontation, Kit generally liked to avoid it if that was at all possible. “Oh... and, I was just wondering… um… why would I… like, be able to tell your parents anyway? Are… um, are they teachers, or something?” He felt nervous asking the question, but the question by Chelsea had gotten him a little curious about that. As far as he knew, no one else’s parents were actively in the school, unless some of the teachers had kids who were enrolled.

Slowly he dragged his knees up to his chest, still uncertain if Chelsea would choose to protest against his sitting there. It wasn’t like he had anywhere to be, though, but for all he knew he was ruining a tranquil moment this girl had to reflect, think, or vent, or do whatever. Regardless, he figured that she would tell him to leave if he was a nuisance, most people didn’t seem to have any problem doing that.

[chelsea]

[atrb=width,360,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=FFFFFF][atrb=style, padding: 20px; border-top: 5px solid #0A2341; border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2341;][style=color: #0A2341; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; line-height: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin: -22px; padding-right: 10px;]I'VE GOT A FAST LIFE[/style] [style=color: #496781; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; margin: -25px; text-indent: 30px; letter-spacing: -2px;]and a slow-cuttin' knife,[/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:10px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana;]I gave Kit an innocent look as he spoke if he would tell about me being out here all alone. I was safe, wasn't I? I knew these woods like the back of my hand, and if I got lost, I could easily find my way out. Kit seemed kind of skeptic that I was particularly safe all by myself. I wish there was a way to prove it besides my faith in my judgement. Beside the fact I was still a kid, I was pretty strong and quick. I didn't get into trouble all that often.. Kit said he wouldn't tell anyone and I let out a sigh of relief. Oh thank goodness! I smiled to show my appreciation of his kindness of not telling my parents that I was in the woods alone. Especially with the cliche name of Forbidden Forest, my parents had made it strictly forbidden (too obvious for words...). I noticed that Kit was kind of uncomfortable standing there. If he was afraid that it would bother me, he was far from the truth. "Thanks, Kit." I smiled again, picking another twig out of my hair. There were a few strands of my brown hair stuck to the twig and suddenly my head itched from the little thorn on the twig tickling my head. I rubbed the spot on my head gently with the top of my wrist. Pursing my lips, I pulled out a thorn. So that was the cause of my troubles, huh? There was no blood present and that was another relief. If Kit saw that the thorn had blood on it, more questions would be asked. And questions would be the death of me. Then came the inevitable question of who were my parents. I guess it was partly my fault since I had begged for him not to tell them. It was always kind of embarrassing for me to tell anyone who my parents were exactly. Mother and Father didn't see it as a problem, therefor it was never taken care of. At least they didn't make us sit in front of the whole school and introduce ourselves. I had heard of cases where such actions had been taken. I shuddered at the thought and glanced back at Kit. Taking a deep breath, I told him with a hint of nervousness in my voice, "My parents are Roxanne, the Headmaster, and Sero, the Security Consultant." Most people wouldn't talk to me after I admitted who my parents were. Hopefully Kit wasn't that kind of person who was intimidated by one's family. And if he was, it was back to the awkward silence mode and separating myself from other kids. Kit was my first friend in awhile, I had to admit. [/style] [style=background-color: #f0f0f0; font-size:8px; line-height: 12px; color: #333333; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]WORD COUNT: 000 NOTES: HEY GURL HAYY TAGS: JOHNNY, LIZ CREDIT: AERIE OF OTE[/style]

[kitvael]

Quietly Kit rested himself against a tree, holding his bag within his arms that were crossed over his chest, not in any authoritative manner, it just seemed the most comfortable. As Chelsea busied herself with something caught in her hair, he had chosen to look around a little bit. There were many students who wouldn't have cared about the flowers that grew in the forest, what color they were, what they looked like and so on, but Kit was the sort of person who took a little interest in them. Of course, he was no aspiring botanist -- he liked pretty things and he found flowers to be pretty. On the other hand, he was also still rather nervous about standing within the Forbidden Forest. Why was it forbidden, anyway? Were there shambling horrors wandering about somewhere? Were there poisonous plants, gases? Well, either way, he didn't want to find out.

When Chelsea began speaking again, answering his question to be specific, he turned his attention back to her, not wanting to seem rude. Of all the things he feared, coming off as rude was quite a bit up there.

Her parents are the Headmaster and... Security Consultant sounds like it'd be the head of that department... part of him felt surprised, while another part of him felt a little more nervous. Not so much nervous about Chelsea, but more nervous about what her parents would do to him if they found out he was in the Forbidden Forest with Chelsea. Then again, what was he supposed to do? Social rules always seemed to dictate "get the other person out of the area too" or simply "leave" but he didn't want to do either. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin Chelsea's day, that and she didn't look like she wanted to leave the forest -- Kit wasn't assertive enough to really even pursue that course of action at all. I... hope they... don't skin me alive, or... something, he thought, closing all of the possibilities of what may await him if her parents discovered that, at the very least, he had been there.

"Um..." Kit began, feeling a little unsure of what to do, or what to say, "... that um... must be... interesting," he began, feeling a little stupid that he couldn't come up with anything better than that. Conversation was most definitely not his forte. "... Like... they won't um... find out like... that you're out here... right?" Part of him wanted to find some sort of comfort in that, if Chelsea had been out here before, that she was good at not getting caught. Another reason why he didn't need to piss off the higher ups at the school related to the school being his home for the time being as well, if they chose to kick him out for traversing into the Forbidden Forest he didn't have anywhere to actually go. Well... that's not entirely true... I guess I could... go back to my step-parents... but I think I'd choose streets over that, any day.

As he sat down, he placed his bag more in his lap, opening the flap and looking at the teddy bear he had gone all this way to gather.

notes: sorry it took me so long x.x