Ethan Siagath
Freelancer
Ability: Influence
Maintaining Control
Posts: 30
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Oct 13, 2009 16:39:34 GMT 10
In the stands high above the grassy field, littered with broken swords pieces and armor. A young man sat, black boots dangling in front of him, leaning casually on the guard rails in front. Smoke from his cigarette hovered around him, as if to fend off anyone willing to come up and sit next to him. The cigarette remained between his lips, forgotten at the moment. His gaze lingering on the ground beneath, his bright crimson, brown-green eyes taking in everything around him. As he wondered if the field was ever used. The soft wind, barely managed to move his brown hair, as it passed. A bored expression marked his youthful face.
There was only one reason this man was here. Only one reason, Ethan Siagath had bothered the journey to this delightful island. And that was for his father. 'Lucian'. Well in theory it had been, Ethan couldn't help it if, he had taken the time to do some recreational fun. Just a little present for his father, to let him know that someone was seeking him out. Leaning forward, Ethan curled his lip, making the cigarette slide along his lip. The visitor pass badge shined as the rays of sun caught hold of it. Reminding Ethan of a familiar crimson substance.
If this didn't catch his father's attention, like it had the towns people, than Ethan would step up his game, he didn't think his father was that much of a cold bastard. The again, he did leave his mother, while she was pregnant with him. Narrowing his eyes, Ethan gripped the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it. Sick f*ck, Ethan thought, Haven't even seen him yet and I'm already angry.
Leaning back, Ethan took out another cigarette. Placed it between his lips and lit it up. Inhaling the chemicals that provided him with a sense of ease and calm. While his ears picked up the sound of footsteps.
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Post by Rosaline Levarette on Oct 28, 2009 21:01:31 GMT 10
Rosaline emerged from a small door in the back of the stands. This was the Arena, the place where young foolishly challanged each other and fought until only one was standing, or until injuries forced an end to the match. It was a ridiculous game. But she couldn't deny its intrigue, either. Her family had played a similar version of this, choosing to stop with the winner being the first to draw blood from his enemy.
Her eyes scanned the area, the reflection of sunlight on the broken swords glaring up at her. It was then that her eyes came to rest on a cloud of smoke. Upon further inspection she could see the boy that sat in the center of it. Even from behind it was easy to tell he wasn't in a good mood. His muscles were taught, and it seemed to her, even from there, that he spent a good deal of time in that state.
The boy in front of her took out another cigarette and lit it, adding to the smoke that already hovered in the air. Rosaline took that as her cue. She decended the stairs till she was at the row behind him, and worked her way over until she was near him. "Those things will kill you, you know."
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Ethan Siagath
Freelancer
Ability: Influence
Maintaining Control
Posts: 30
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Feb 12, 2010 14:46:45 GMT 10
When the footsteps stopped, Ethan exhaled. The tenderizing smell of smoke, making his head feel light for a brief, enjoyable second.
"Those things will kill you, you know."
Letting out a sound that could be classified as a chuckle, Ethan tilted the tip of his cigarette. Watching it, as the ashes fell toward the ground, as if mesmerized.
"I know, better it does than something else." Ethan relied lazily, finding the comment a little amusing. Although he didn't care enough to shift his movement, to be able to see the female of who the voice belonged. He would rather remain as he was. Even if it may be seen as a little rude, it wasn't as if he wanted company. Although, the girl might know his father, she may know something about him that he didn't. Considering he had never seen the bastard, any information he got was useful.
Turning his head, Ethan's crimson, brown-green eyes fell upon her, giving her a once over. As a chilling smile made it's way across his lips. The girl looked to be in an higher year. Probably had encounters with the headmaster himself. Whether it be for her studies or future career. Then, shifting his eye's towards the arena. Ethan flicked his cigarette carelessly, toward it.
"Thinking of competing?" Ethan inquired, the girl didn't look as if she could stand a chance in the arena. And while she was here, he may as well entertain himself. It wasn't like there was anything else to do around the school, except wait. Speaking wasn't going to do anything, but provide him with information. Which was what he needed.
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Post by Rosaline Levarette on Mar 3, 2010 9:01:51 GMT 10
He chuckled. That was the response he gave. A little chuckle. Were she at home talking and fooling around with her siblings, she'd have put on an air of adolescence and protested against the chuckle. As it was, she was no where near her home nor her brothers. That sort of attitude, while known to be false at home, wouldn't be taken in the same manor in this place. Instead, Rosaline just sat down on the bench behind her.
It was Rosaline's turn to chuckle at his comment. For a moment that was all she did. That and watch the cigarette burn slowly in his hand, waiting for that next drag he took off it. She leaned forwards a smidgen, her elbows resting comfortably on her knees. "You speak as if you expect to die young," she countered.
The girl didn't look back at him when he turned to survey her. There was no need. He was just another kid at the school. A runaway wannabee like the rest of them, more or less including herself. Faces were tedious to record and catalog in the mind, and unnecessary to bring them up again when the voice alone could be used to remember a person. Her eyes followed the flick of his cigarette towards the arena before her.
A small shrug of her shoulders was the only reply she gave him at first. Would she be competing there? Was it worth it? Perhaps it was. After all, while she was only a girl, and a tiny little thing compared to the men she’d usually found lurking in the training grounds when she was young, she could just about best her brothers at the sport. After a few minutes of continued pondering Rosaline answered his question. “Yes.”
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Ethan Siagath
Freelancer
Ability: Influence
Maintaining Control
Posts: 30
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Post by Ethan Siagath on Apr 16, 2010 18:41:28 GMT 10
Ethan hadn't expected the girl to reply. Unfortunately, she did. Although, Ethan just took his feet, currently leaning on the guardrails, off. Placing them down, casually. His mind wrapped up in ways he could possibly get his father to take notice of him. Childish as that may sound, Ethan felt it necessary. Plans, were plans, and he needed to complete this one.
"Hopefully." Ethan cryptically stated, as if he truly believed so. It didn't matter what the girl really thought. Ethan knew when he was going to die, simply because he was going to decide when. Not somebody, or something else. Silently, Ethan pulled a hand through his rather, smooth brown hair. Making it appear ruffled. Turning his head toward the girl. Now with interest.
He raised one eyebrow at her, while Ethan let an elusive smile take hold of his lips. "You would have to seek permission off the headmaster first, no?" Ethan asked, his eyes calculating. Gazing at her intently now, wondering if she could possibly be capable of delivering a message. Never mind that she sought to compete and Ethan thought this amusing. He could use her, and that was all he really found worth hanging around for.
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Post by Rosaline Levarette on Apr 17, 2010 7:25:26 GMT 10
Rosaline didn't make a response. Instead she leaned back against the bench behind her. She shifted her body until her head could lie back on the bench as well, her blond hair running down her shoulders. Her hands dived into the pockets of her sweatshirt, pulling it a little tighter to her body. It was a tad chiller than she preferred in the arena.
The girl heard him shift in front of her, then listened to his voice as he spoke. Her eyes shot open at his question. Not a second to hesitate she was on her feet. Her gray eyes narrowed slightly as she peered down at the boy, an irascible spark hidden in her gaze. "What makes you think I give a damn about what the headmaster wants and doesn't want?" she asked him, her voice as smooth as before, her eyes remaining the only hint of her displeasure. "The man holds an air too high for my like of breath."
Rosaline didn't wait around for a response. She turned on a heel to return to the aisle. It was now her intention to get her bow and quiver and practice her aim on the new targets.
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