What a mess (closed)

[shyla]

C E C I



Ceci was crunching on a tasty carrot. Her long fangs cut pieces off the orange vegetable and the pieces landed into the girl’s mouth. As she chewed, Ceci was reading her piano sheet music. It was a new piece she was working on playing. Her purple-rimmed glasses sat neatly on the brim of her nose as she ate and read. It was the only way she could read anything. Then again she wished that the glasses would help her when she walked around, but it just made her horrible eyesight worse when she was moving around. Her light brown eyes read the page intently as she looked at the sheet music.

Her eyes began to ache a little and Ceci sat back to rub them. Of course that wouldn’t help her failing eyesight, but she couldn’t help it. That was another problem with her glasses. If the wolpertinger girl wore them for to long her eyes would get strained and they would begin to hurt. She was scared of loosing her eyesight, but made sure no one knew her secret. It wasn’t a secret that she had bad eyesight due to her running into things all the time, but no one knew that she would someday go completely blind.

Taking off her glasses, Ceci put the neatly away in her case. She then put the case in her backpack so that they wouldn’t get left in the cafeteria. With tiny sigh, Ceci began to eat her vegetables again. Her nose wrinkled up slightly at the smell of the meat some other student was eating. She didn’t know how they could stomach such foot. Then again she was mainly a rabbit. The wolpertinger girl just continued to munch on her raw carrots and beets. She loved her vegetables raw, the crunching sound just made her feel a little happy.

Ceci quickly put her piano music away, so that no damage would come to the pages. The piano was her life and even if she did go blind, she could still play by ear. Her hearing was very good and so was her sense of smell. Then again sometimes she wished she didn’t have such a sensitive nose. While gathering her sheets together, her slight blindness caused her to accidentally spill another student’s drink all over the table. Swiftly she grabbed her pages just before the liquid could reach them.

In a panic now, Ceci place her sheets safely away from the liquid and began to apologize over and over again. “Let me get something to clean this up.” She said standing up. She spun around only to knock into another student holding a tray of food. Luckily it was only a salad that was on the tray, but now the food was everywhere. Ceci wanted to cry, but she didn’t let it show on her face. “Sorry…sorry…sorry…” She repeated the word over and over again as she tried to clean up the new mess she made.

[alice]

x x

The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again

The cafeteria. It wasn't home cooked food, that much was for certain. And the place was positively buzzing with activity. Like literally buzzing as everyone talked simultaneously. When you sat back and listened to the dull roar, making a point of not focusing on any one individual, the sound was overwhelming, and as Alice did that now it washed over her and made her feel a little dizzy. Of course she was no stranger to cafeterias. She had been going to a human school for most of her life up until this point, but that had been different. That had been a choice. If she had wanted to she could've made herself a lunch and brought it with her to school instead of eating whatever they were serving.

But here she didn't have that choice. Here she had to take whatever they were serving. There was a very wide selection for that very reason, with plenty of food that Alice liked, but in a strange sort of rebellion her stomach decided it didn't want any of that stuff. It wanted the old food, the stuff she would get in her old cafeteria, the very stuff she had never eaten. It seemed unfair to her, actually, that her stomach would resist like this. She was willing to adapt, willing to get used to this new environment, but her body seemed to be fighting it every step of the way. Even when she had moved from Ireland to America she had adapted better than this. What was different here? That was easy enough; her parents. She was used to having their attention, to having them there when she needed them.

Her attention was draw to a commotion not too far from where she was sitting, idly pushing around the contents of her own salad in the bowl but not actually eating. She had nibbled on some of the chicken that was in it, for the most part it was untouched by her because of the revolution being held in her stomach. Why was she not even in control of her own body? That hardly seemed fair. Her cerulean eyes turned toward the girl who seemed to bump into everybody near her. She had noticed the girl earlier, reading something that didn't look like school notes. Alice didn't read that much, but she was able to identify sheet music from actually words, even if she couldn't read the music itself (not because of her dyslexia, she just never picked up the skill).

She forked a bit of lettuce from her salad and chewed on it with sudden inspiration as she watched the girl apologize repeatedly. A soft smile spread across her lips as she swallowed the greens. "Did you know there are actually seven senses? Or at least that's what's theorized. One of them is a kinetic sense, an awareness of your body and what's around it. Like when you can sense things in the dark," she offered, her Irish accent quite prominent, to the girl, whose struggle with her glasses made it clear she didn't have the best eyesight. Her two cents offered, Alice turned her attention back down to her salad and took another healthy bite. Seems her appetite was returning.

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[shyla]

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Ceci franticly tried to help clean up the mess she made. She was so embarrassed, like she always was when she caused commotions. Her embarrassment showed the most as her small rabbit tail popped out like it did when she was startled or embarrassed. Thankfully one of the nicer students had gone and gotten a broom for Ceci to use. It was common knowledge that Ceci had poor eyesight so it was a surprise that she would be knocking into things.

She swept up the food on the ground into a nice pile and swept it into the dustpan. She then offered her own untouched salad as an apology to the student she had bumped into. Ceci, then, heard the comment of another student and she turned to face her. She was also nibbling on her own salad. Salad must be a popular food item today Ceci thought randomly. This girl seemed to know a little about using other senses to “see” instead of using her eyes. This could come in handy for when she became fully blind later in her life.

Curious and intrigued, she left the dustpan leaning off the side so that no one bumped into it. Ceci sat down, now calmed enough that her rabbit tail wasn’t showing anymore. “Really?” She asked. “If I learn to use this kinetic energy sense then I’ll probably not run into things as much.” This she said half to herself. Ceci had heard about the seven senses but never really paid to much attention to them. She also was living deep in the woods up until she transferred into Akashibai Academy. Some of the things other students knew Ceci probably didn’t know much about.

Ceci looked at the other girl, certain she was not in her own class. She must have been in an upper class then because Ceci was in the lowest class at the Academy. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce myself before I just started talking to you.” Knowing the name of the person you were talking to was a big rule in her family. Of course it was hard to put that rule to use when you barley talk to other people most your life. “My name is Ceci, nice to meet you.”

[alice]

x x

The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again

Alice watched the girl doing her clean up. The Irish girl's stomach felt tight after she had spoken and she wondered idly why she had done that. Alice was always content with being on her own, alone, and didn't really need companionship or any of those other choice words. So why did she just strike casual conversation with a complete stranger? Maybe it had been reflexive, offering something she had known because she could relate to the girl's embarrassment. She herself was prone to overreacting when she made a scene, and she hated all those eyes on her, judgment dripping from their gazes. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Then the girl sat down at the table and introduced herself. Ceci. Oddly fitting for a bunny, but Alice wasn't about to say that out loud. Instead she offered the girl a soft smile. "I'm Alice," she said, suddenly self-conscious about her accent. This was the first time she had struck up conversation here in the week or so that she'd been in the school. Everyone was a stranger, and she hadn't felt inclined to, but now that she spoke while surrounded by Americans, she recognized her own accent stood out quite a bit in comparison, and that would draw attention.

But she hid her own embarrassment, instead offering something else to the girl. "Here, let me try something," she started, making an effort to dampen the thick Irish accent. "Close your eyes." She waited until Ceci followed the order, if she followed it, and reached over across the table, waving her hand a few inches from Ceci's face, moving it slowly as to keep from creating any kind of draft. "Do you feel that? You don't know what it is, but you can feel it, right?" she offered as she then drew her hand away and sat back down.

"I mean it might take some effort to refine it to actually be usable. Left over evolutionary device or something like that," she murmured, and realized she was talking a lot. Even actively trying to dampen the accent she was remarkably self-conscious of it and felt her cheeks grow warm with a gentle blush that she hid in her coffee cup, taking a long gulp of the lukewarm bittersweet liquid. Most people would be aghast that she was drinking coffee with salad, but Alice had developed a taste for the dark drink and could drink it with pretty much anything.

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[shyla]

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Ceci listened very intently to Alice as she explained the kinetic sense. Her accent intrigued the wolpertinger all little, probably someone who lived over seas first before coming here. She thought it was cool to have an accent because American accents were so boring. She propped her head on her hands, elbows resting on the table as she spoke. Ceci liked the sound of Alice’s accent, it seem so fresh and different, even if she was trying to cover it up.

The rabbit girl seem feel uncomfortable closing her eyes. Even if her eyesight wasn’t the best, she still liked to see her surroundings. She was part rabbit, so she was more skittish and cautious of her surroundings. Reluctantly, Ceci closed her eyes and waited for Alice to do what ever she was going to do. The white haired girl cold feel something moving in front her face, but not by the wind. First of she could smell the faint scent of chicken, but it was like she could sense it in the back of her mind.

“That’s amazing!” She said snapping her eyes open. If she could learn how to use this then when she really became blind she could still walk around easily. Or at least she wouldn’t run into many things. Ceci’s eyes glowed with excitement, which was rare because she usually had an expressionless face. She wasn’t the best in expressing emotions outwardly.

“Do you know where I can learn how to use this? Or at least more about it.” Ceci asked excitement in the edge of her tone. Ceci looked at Alice a little more, wondering where she had seen the girl before. She seemed vaguely familiar, then again Ceci could have seen her on one of her bad eyesight days. “By chance do you draw?” She asked. Ceci slightly remembered someone who looked similar to Alice sketching on a pad while passing by a classroom. Ceci loved to look at art paintings and sketches, but never had the talent to actually do those things. Her hands were most comfortable while playing on the keys of the piano.

[alice]

x x

The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again

Truth be told Alice had seen an article on it when she was on the plane flying over from Ireland, when they had moved. The Transatlantic flight was a long one and the movie wasn't exactly entertaining, so she had tried her best to read through the magazine. Frankly, however, the article hadn't interested her enough for her to focus and read. Her dyslexia had gotten in the way and she had grown frustrated, turning to a shorter, more picture-heavy article. Eventually she had put the magazine down and settled to drawing away her frustration in her sketchpad.

"I don't know, I saw it on TV once as a kid," she murmured dismissively, not really caring to admit she had read it. She took another bite of her salad as if it verified what she was saying. She wasn't that good of a liar, but it was only a small lie, easy enough to get away with. "I'm sure you can find it in a book or something," she added with a wave of her form, her mouth full making it almost impossible to tuck away her accent, which would make her words almost impossible to understand unless you listened really carefully. Alice merely assumed that Ceci was listening.

It piqued her interest when the bunny spoke up and asked if Alice drew. Her eyes immediately fell to her hands, wondering idly if there was any charcoal or paint on her fingers to give it away. But they were clean, she had washed them before she had come to have dinner. Her cerulean eyes looked at the girl curiously and Alice nodded calmly. The girl's eyesight must be a bit better than she had thought, anyway, as Alice didn't recognize her at all. She had settled in all over campus and had filled out several pages of her sketchpad in the last few weeks, merely sitting down somewhere off to the side and drawing. Sometimes it had been for hours.

"I do," she answered with a nod, simply confirming the girl's theory. Her salad was getting a little empty. She forked the remains of it from her bowl and began chewing. Mostly bacon bits that had settled at the bottom of the salad, making it remarkably chewy. "Why? I don't do portraits, if that's what you're wondering," she murmured again with her mouth full and left it at that.

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[shyla]

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Ceci sat back a twinge of disappointment flickering in her heart. I guess Alice wasn’t really to blame for not knowing. Ceci had been the one who just randomly just come up the other girl and started asking questions. It was only to be a comment she supposed so Alice wasn’t really expecting to actually have a conversation on the subject. Oh well, that was why there was a library at this school. She that students could look things up when they had questions they wanted answered. Also, if it came down to it, Ceci could always ask one of the teachers to help her.

“Oh I was just curious. I felt like I’ve seen you before sketching or something when I walked by. My eyesight is bad so I wasn’t really sure.” Ceci said with a weak smile. The white haired girl looked at Alice now sure that to salute she had seen was Alice. Ceci liked it when others had passions for different things. Ceci loved to play the piano and felt like if she could not play the piano then there would be no meaning to her life. Like wise, Alice had a passion for art.

“If there were to be some book about that in the library, where do thing it would be categorized as?” She asked hoping she wasn’t being a bother. If she could learn how to use this then her whole life of running into people and stuff would decrease drastically. As she waited for a reply she thought of some teachers that also might help with training her to not rely souly on the sense called sight.