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Post by Eve Voclain on Jul 10, 2016 13:14:35 GMT -7
((NOTE: This thread takes place before the dragon fight.))
Her alarm always went off at precisely 5:30 AM every day, and she made a point of making sure it was synchronized with the atomic clock to keep that accurate. It always woke Eve up near instantly, as she was always a light sleeper and that had only become more true in recent years. It took between 5 and 15 seconds for her to turn it off depending on what position she was sleeping in when she woke up. The next five minutes was for waking up, organizing a list of what she wanted to accomplish that day, and recording any dreams she had in a diary she kept in a locked drawer next to her bed. Most of the entries were just records that she didn't have any dreams, she didn't dream very often anymore, but she still wanted to make a habit of recording something just so she would have that record and so she wouldn't get lazy and not record any dreams she did have. It was completely necessary to do it right when she woke up as it decreased the odds she would forget any of her dreams.
The next two minutes were for getting dressed, and it only took that long because she needed to walk across the room to turn on the lights. Eve always laid out her clothes for the next day the night before, so it was just a matter of changing out of her pajamas. Her pajamas were tossed onto her bed as a signal to the people that did her laundry that it was time to wash them. She had very specific expectations for her servants, but she always made them quite clear with no room for misinterpretation. It was rare she was left disappointed because of that. Freshening up and preparing for the day was not a quick process. 30 seconds to use the toilet, 2 minutes to brush her hair given how long and thick it was, 2.5 to brush her teeth properly, another 10 to properly apply make up given she had to use more than she liked. Eve rarely got enough sleep, so she always had dark rings under her eyes that were difficult to cover up. She also took the time to cover up the freckles on her face and contour certain parts so that her features didn't look so pointy. She tried to keep the amount used to a minimum to avoid looking too fake, but she wouldn't allow for a single line to be out of place. It was important to take the time to do it right. Today, all this would take longer than usual given a recent injury. She would be 3 minutes late for breakfast because of it.
Breakfast was always the same, but that was exactly the way she liked it. Today was a little different though because she showed up 3 minutes late. That almost never happened, and when it did it was normally because of something serious. Eve's butler, the person that always prepared her food in the morning, looked at her with concern, but didn't stay from his normal habits. Eve being late, even by just a few minutes, was a sign that it was even more important to stick to the script. Breakfast was two eggs, a slice of plain toast, and a glass of orange juice, just as always. Just as always, he said hello and asked how she was doing this morning, and just as always, she completely ignored him and ate breakfast as quickly as she could. There was no time for small talk, there was no time to enjoy food. Not that Eve felt like she could enjoy food. She had no particular love of it and believed it was good for little more than nutrition. Eating the same thing every day didn't bother her, eating it so quickly that she barely tasted it didn't bother her. She could finish eating in 10 minutes, and she only took that long to avoid harming her digestion from eating too fast. Today, she ate a bit slower. Every swallow was painful, and trying to use a fork to cut anything was hard. Normally she could be out of the house by 6AM, but today she would be 7 minutes late. Her slowness in certain areas was compounding, and it was irritating.
Normally Eve kept all her books in a nice messenger bag and switched which shoulder she slung it over each day. Today, she kept them all in a rolling backpack because trying to carry 30+ pounds worth of books on her back was not a good idea. It was raining today. Her butler knew this, and picked up an umbrella for her while she was eating so she wouldn't lose any time. He wished her well, but as always, Eve said nothing back. It was difficult trying to keep both her and a rolling backpack under the umbrella without tripping over it. Out of all the days it had to rain, why did it have to be this one?
Today was Thursday. Eve made a point of going to the gym every day except Sunday in order to work out a specific area of her body, or do some kind of cardio. Today was supposed to be for her core muscles, but with her recent injury that wasn't going to happen today. This would be the first time in three years that she missed a day, and the only thing she could think about was how suspicious it was going to look. She didn't have a personal trainer or any people she normally talked to, so it was possible no one would notice, but it just felt wrong. She had been doing it for so long that missing a day, and probably more given the severity of the wound, felt like a chunk of her day was just gone. Sure, she would still reinvest that time into something useful, but it was like putting her toothbrush on the wrong side of the sink, or being three minutes late for breakfast; it just wasn't something she did. Ever. It just felt wrong.
A car drove by a little bit too fast through a puddle, spraying Eve with water. The force of the wave was high enough that it managed to knock her onto her feet. Her rolling backpack rolled a little ways down the street, and she dropped her umbrella only for it to blow away in the wind and get caught on a bush a short distance away. Eve tried to get up, but was finding it extremely difficult still. The rain was starting to soak through her clothes, making her shiver a bit from the cold. A few moments later, before she could get up still, the car's engine started to make popping noises that gradually got louder, until they sounded like gunshots. The car was too far away for Eve to see, but whatever it was, it probably wasn't good. Slowly, she started crawling towards her backpack so she could use it as a crutch to help her get back up, the discomfort with her current situation obvious on her face.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 10, 2016 19:01:58 GMT -7
Usually Fox wasn’t much in a hurry to get to the bookstore, but not today. One of his favorite author’s latest works is suppose to come out today, so he made it his mission to get to it first. He made sure his alarm clock woke him up 10 minutes earlier than usual in order to get himself ready to run down the bookstore. Since the weather report does give a high chance of raining today, he keep his umbrella next to the door so that once he get ready to leave, he could immediately take it.
Rushing down the street with the red umbrella in his hand, he checked his watch to make sure he’s keeping the schedule to arrive at the bookstore before it open. On his way there, he noticed a woman crawling toward a backpack with a painful expression on her face. The heavy downpour soaked her completely in the rain that some of her make-up is started to smear down her cheeks.
“Um, miss?” Fox make his way toward the woman, “Are you okay?”
He leaned his umbrella over her to stop the rain from ruining her day even further. Her wet hair and eye-liners are started to cover her whole face; she’s basically look like a mess right now. Fox managed to remain compose from the sight, trying his best not to giggle at the situation; he doesn't want to be rude, but he does feel a little nervous for some reason. Probably because she's a girl, and Fox always have a nervous feeling in his stomach every time he interact with them.
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Post by Eve Voclain on Jul 11, 2016 16:44:37 GMT -7
Slowly but surely, Eve made her way to her backpack. This entire situation was a massive waste of ten minutes. Part of her wanted to go deal with that asshole driving that car, but that would just be an even bigger waste of time. It sounded like he got what was coming to him anyway. She tried to steady her backpack so she could use it to help her stand back up, but her whole body was shivering from the cold. It was already hard to move right, so the stiffened movements and shaking from her shivering was making it extremely difficult to get into position.
While she was focused on that, the rain suddenly stopped falling on her. Eve could still hear it hitting the ground, so it obviously hadn't stopped raining. She looked up and sighed when she saw another person there. There was rarely anyone out at this time of day and Eve always preferred it that way. Especially when the world conspired against her, putting her in embarrassing situations like this. Still shivering, the scowl on her face deepened. She wasn't sure what it was about injured people that made people ask the stupidest questions, but it was starting to piss her off.
"Do I look like I'm okay jackass?"
Eve wasn't about to complain about the temporary reprieve from the rain, but she wasn't going to thank him for it either. If he wanted to leave because of that, that was his business. Positioning her feet carefully so that her backpack wouldn't roll out from under her, she slowly started to force her way back to her feet, clearly favoring her left side over her right side.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 14, 2016 13:04:21 GMT -7
Fox would understand the feeling that this woman is feeling when he ask such a silly question to a person who obviously in pain. However, she didn’t have to sound so rude about it; he was just trying to help, it’s not like he’s hitting on her or anything. He maintained positioning his umbrella over her as she lean on her rolling backpack to force her way back on her feet. From how she looks on her face, it must’ve been quite painful doing that.
“H-Here, let me help you.”
He reached out his other hand toward her, offering her his aid in helping her getting up. He doesn’t really know how much he could help, since he doesn’t have a strong-build look in him at all. Despite his age, he looked like a scrawny looking kid who just hit puberty. However, seeing her in pain like this without offering his help just doesn’t feel right. Sure she sound a bit like a bitch, but judging from how her day was, he couldn’t blame her for being piss-off.
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Post by Eve Voclain on Jul 15, 2016 22:52:36 GMT -7
Eve raised an eyebrow when he offered to help. She was already part way up, and she was pretty sure she could break this guy in half by accidentally breathing on him. Somehow, she doubted he'd be able to carry her weight to the extent necessary to make it better to take that option rather than just use her backpack as a crutch. Ignoring him for a moment, she pulled up the handle on her backpack, made sure it was locked in place, then started lifting herself up, careful to use the muscles in her arms and legs rather than the ones in her torso. Even that was enough to make her feel like needles were poking her in a million different places, but she was able to grit her teeth and deal with it.
"I can handle this part," she grunted. "If you really want to help go grab my umbrella."
She motioned to a black umbrella stuck in the bushes not too far away. It looked like it managed to stay in one piece at least, but the handle and part of the top was embedded into a thorny rose bush and was low enough to the ground that she'd have to bend over to get it out. Bending was going to be very difficult right now, and she didn't think her body needed more holes in it.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 17, 2016 2:59:43 GMT -7
As expected, the woman ignored his helping hand and tried to stand up using the backpack. She still looked in pain, but it seems like she’s trying to put on a tough act. She told him to go get her umbrella if he wanted to be useful, which kinda hurt his feeling a little. He looked over to where she pointed her umbrella to be, and saw it got tangled up with a rose bush at the end of the street. Without much a second of thinking, Fox took the umbrella with him and went toward the rose bush, leaving the woman suffering more of the rain pour on her.
The black umbrella got caught in a mess of thorny rose bush; how the umbrella haven’t got puncture from the thorn is a mystery, but Fox isn’t complaining. Looking back to make sure his back is hiding what his hand is doing, Fox reached out his right hand as he slowly kneel down without making his knees wet. Carefully moving his right hand so that his sleeve won’t get caught in the thorn, he managed to pull the umbrella off easily…almost too easy. The black umbrella just slipped out of the thorny vine like magic. With the umbrella in hand, Fox make his way back to the woman when he realized the mistake he made.
The woman got soak from the rain even worse than before, and her clothes started to cling onto her skin, revealing her figure slightly more than usual. Fox could feel his nervousness rise up even higher when he saw her clothe started to turn slightly translucence from the rain, revealing a light shade of her undergarment through them. If one would ignore the make-up smear on her face because of the rain, she look really cute.
Embarrassed from the sight, Fox turned his face away as he handed back the umbrella. He felt really awkward from this situation: should he let her know what happen? She might get piss since it’s his fault that she got so wet from the rain. But if he just not saying anything, she would find his action strange and figured it out eventually and her reaction might be worst. His throat feels like there's a frog stuck inside it. The awkward silence for just a few second feels like hours to him.
“U-Um…” he clear his throat and said nervously, “I’m s-sorry about t-that. H-Here’s your umbrella.”
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Post by Eve Voclain on Jul 17, 2016 5:00:47 GMT -7
Eve managed to pull herself to her feet, using her arms, shoulders, and legs to pull herself up rather than using the muscles in her torso. It was surprisingly difficult to sit up without using any back muscles at all, and even slight movements sent enough pain through her entire body that it almost made her knees collapse. After a little bit of struggling, she managed to get upright again. It wasn't exactly comfortable to walk still, but it was at least doable. She probably looked terrible, but most of that could be fixed on the boat ride back to the city proper. Her family had their own and a driver, so she would have a little bit of time to clean up at least. Fixing the wet clothing would be harder. It was times like this that she wished she could easily carry around extra clothing.
Not long after she was able to stand up, the stuttering moron came back with her umbrella. At least he did manage to make himself useful. Eve reached for her umbrella, and was almost ready to even thank him for it, when she realized he was staring at her, and even moreso when she realized exactly where he was staring. She knew she had good genes; a fairly big bust, a narrow waist, wide hips, and long legs. She was built a little stockier than most girls with a similar build, but that was mostly due to her muscle mass. This was what she got for wearing a white shirt in the summer. It was still long sleeved, but it was surprisingly cool despite that. It was the kind of thing that was nice to wear on hot days. At least she still insisted on wearing black slacks, so that even if they were clinging to her uncomfortably they weren't completely see-through. It was obvious that she wore a skin tight leotard underneath her clothing, given it was sagging a little bit around her breasts because of how wet it was. Her underwear was completely practical, but had the misfortune of being a similar color to her skin. She had an idea of what was running through this kid's mind right now.
"Good. You should be sorry," she said flatly.
With no warning, she practically ripped her umbrella out of his hand with her non-dominant hand while her dominant hand started to wind back. Quickly, she thrust it forward, fist closed, to hit him right in the nose. It wasn't her intention to do any more than daze him a little, but with as much force as she was putting behind it she wouldn't be surprised if she ended up breaking his nose.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 17, 2016 16:28:15 GMT -7
It would be a bit of a lie if Fox said he was expecting a punch from her, so when her fist emerged from her side and strike right at his face, the shock was enough to knock him down. The knock-back was so strong that he dropped his red umbrella on the side while his glasses fell on the other side.
Groan slightly from the pain, Fox grabbed on the umbrella to shelter himself from the soaking rain while examine his nose with his other hand. He could see some blood running down his mouth; slightly touching the area was enough to make him cringe in pain, it’s a miracle she didn’t break his nose. At the very least her punch wasn’t so strong that it would knocked his teeth out, but that light punch was quite painful. She’s probably quite a strong build despite how she looks. He picked up his glasses, now cover in rain water, so the lenses is all smudge and blurry to see through now.
“Ow,” he exclaimed as he gathered himself up from the fall, “O-Okay, guess I deserve that.”
Rummaging through the inside of his coat, he pulled out a clean napkin and stuffed the bloody nose while tilting his head back. The taste of copper ran down to his throat, but he was kind of used to this type of pain. He couldn’t even recall how many time he have to go to the nurse office during PE because some asshole decided to threw the ball right at his face.
Now he’s at least close to her level of being soaked from the rain, he carefully wipe his glasses with another napkin from his coat pocket before resume his attention to her, trying his best not to look down:
“S-So, were you in a hurry somewhere and trip?” he asked her, “If you’re hurt, you shouldn’t go out in this weather; it’s very easy to slip from the rain.”
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Post by Eve Voclain on Jul 22, 2016 9:30:08 GMT -7
Eve didn't have a shred of sympathy for this boy when she knocked him on his ass. If anything she was a little irritated that she had to walk around him to continue on her way. Wordlessly, without even acknowledging his little outburst of pain, she walked around him with a flat, bored expression on her face. She didn't bother making sure he was okay, or to wait for him to get up. She had places to go, and falling like that cost her more time than she would have liked. When the kid insisted on harassing her, her eyes narrowed. She didn't bother looking at him.
"I don't recall asking for your opinion. If the drivers around here were more competent I wouldn't have needed to deal with that. And if the people here were less nosy," she looked at him through the side of her eyes, "then I wouldn't be this irritated right now."
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 26, 2016 13:44:48 GMT -7
Fox straighten his wet clothe as he swallowed; the woman sure sounded mad. Well, as long as she seems okay, Fox decided to not push the subject any further. Clearly she doesn’t like to be bothered by his curiosity, so he dusted himself off as he make his way down the dock in order to get to the main land. As he walked, he can see the woman is also going in the same direction as he is.
He decided to keep quiet, however; she doesn’t seem like she’s in the mood for a conversation. She could understand that since they both live in an island, it wasn’t so surprising if both of them are heading in the same direction to the dock. He still need to get to the bookstore before it open, and if he get lucky, he might caught the ferry as it was about to leave. He checked his watch, and remembered the ferry would be leaving in about 15 minutes from now. Since they’re not that far away from the dock, Fox reminded himself that he’ll be able to make it.
Today sure didn’t turn out the way he was hoping for: he’s soaked, he’s hurt, and the woman walking in front of him is so violent that he feels uneasy walking behind her. He didn’t even know there would be someone like her live on this island. Most of them are a bunch of kiss-ass wealthy folks who would do anything to improve their image in public. But he has to admit, it is quite refreshing to find someone who speak their mind and express their emotion so bluntly. He would ask for her name, but he worry she might swing another punch at him from doing so. Guess he’ll just keep following her to the dock; perhaps eventually she would be in the mood to talk.
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Post by Eve Voclain on Jul 26, 2016 20:51:50 GMT -7
The kid appeared to get the hint at least, granted she'd be concerned if he didn't given it was less a hint and more of a smack in the face (both literally and metaphorically). Eve payed no further concern to him and continued heading down the street, still shivering from being drenched in cold rainwater. Her pace was slow because her side was throbbing at this point, but she could at least walk. That was all that mattered right now. The amount of time she was wasting was killing her though. By the time she got to her private ferry to get back to the mainland, she would be 23 minutes late and she could feel every second.
Her schedule was amazingly consistent, to the point that she arrived at the pier with in about 30 seconds of the same time every day. She expected her ferry and her driver to be there, but oddly enough they weren't. If she wasn't going to be here she would have called ahead, or have her butler do it the night before, as always and she was amazingly consistent about that too. The fact that it wasn't here yet was strange. She knew she was late, but they were supposed to wait for her. After about a minute and a half of looking around confused, her driver finally approached to let her know that her boat was having some technical difficulties and was unsafe to use right now. Eve's scowl deepend, as her driver apologized for the inconvenience. A few moments of yelling and swearing later, and Eve made her way to a nearby bench to wait for the free ferry like a pleb.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 28, 2016 10:25:31 GMT -7
Once he got to the dock, Fox got himself a ticket for the ferry that would be leaving in about ten minutes. The girl he followed earlier went deeper in the dock without going to the ticket booth, so he could only assume she have her own private boat to take her back to the mainland. It isn’t that weird around here for someone to have their private boat; even his family has their private boat sitting somewhere in the dock. However he doesn’t want to use his family boat at all, it made him feel like he relied on his family’s name every time. It’s not that he hate his family’s name, but using his private boat just make him look like a rich prick each time he arrived at the dock.
Beside, using the public transport mean he can actually relax without people constantly asked him how he feel or what he want. He just doesn’t want to be spoiled by his family’s personal maid and employee: he cleaned his own room, he washed his own clothe, and he study on his own without the need of a family tutor.
After about five minutes passed, he noticed the girl returned back to the waiting area. Seeing her cursing like a sailor and the look on her face, did she missed her boat? She just sit there, pouting and sneezing from the wet clothe. He wanted to said something, or at least offer her his help, but seeing her already upset like this, she might not welcome anyone’s help right now.
All he can do now is simply sit, taking a few glances toward her direction with a concern look on his face. He want to get over there to talk to her, or maybe get her something warm to drink from the cold. But the more he think about it, the more he worry that she might either threw another punch at him, or threw the warm drink on his face; neither of them sound like a good idea.
She let out another sneeze again; without much other option left, he stood up and slowly make his way to where she sat and handed her a small packet of tissue without saying a word. Either she will ignore his kind gesture, or throw a punch at him, or snatch the packet out of his hand violently is up to chance.
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Post by Eve Voclain on Jul 29, 2016 9:16:24 GMT -7
Either this kid has the short term memory of a goldfish, or he didn't get the hint as well as she thought he did, because he decided to approach her again. The last thing she wanted right now was more conversation, and the fact that he was probably going to stare at her chest again made it even less appealing. Instinctively, she took her free hand (since it no longer had to hold onto her bag) and moved it in front of her chest. Her glare continued to deepen as he got closer, but he wasn't deterred. By the time he sat down next to her it looked like Eve was about ready to murder him, even if she was making no moves to do so.
What he ended up doing surprised her. He clearly was having trouble looking at her, he didn't try to talk to her, he just handed her a small pack of tissues. Eve paused for a moment, her expression not softening in the least, before opting to grab them. Despite the expression of bloody murder, she wordlessly grabbed them gently with very little force at all. She started wiping off the water and running makeup off her face. It made the bags under her eyes a bit more visible, but they were hardly the near black bags they were when she was wearing no makeup at all. With her face clear, she moved onto her hands, arms, neck, and the rest of her body that she could reach while staying decent. What she really needed was her towel, but with her boat on the mainland, and her house far enough away that she didn't want to walk back, she couldn't be picky. There were a few dozen wet tissues on her lap before she finally addressed her running nose.
There weren't very many tissues in the pack by the time she was done, but Eve still felt obligated to give the rest back. Wordlessly, she put out her hand with the remaining tissues resting on the top. Her hand was still shaking a little bit from being drenched in cold water, but it wasn't quite as bad as it was a few minutes ago. She didn't bother to make eye contact, her eyes were glued to the clock.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 31, 2016 21:17:58 GMT -7
At the very least, she didn’t took the tissue packet with force even when she looked like she’s about to explode all her frustration at him. It was at least a plus since he really doesn’t want to have another broken nose issue to worry about. Once she finished up with cleaning herself, she silently gave the packet back to him without making any eye-contact. Fox carefully and politely took the packet without saying a word to her and put it back to his coat pocket.
He looked at his watch once again to check at the time; the five minutes waiting for the ferry to arrived felt like forever with this heavy feeling of awkwardness over his shoulder. He want to say something, but she’s clearly isn’t in the mood for conversation right now. Here they are, sitting on the bench waiting for the ferry, completely soak from the rain. He already felt the cold from the wet clothe crawling on him, so he could only guess how cold she might get at this moment.
The silence was unbearable, but at the very least the sound of rain, in a twist of irony, gave such a soothing sound. Fox could already feel like all the tension went away while he distracted himself with the rain. He checked his watch again and noticed almost six minutes had passed, and the ferry just barely over the horizon. He could only assume the ferry was running late because of the downpour; judging from the distant of the ferry, it’ll take about five more minutes for the ferry to finally dock for them to go aboard.
Fox let out a long silence sigh; the ferry was late, and he’s wet all over. He can only guess how pissed the girl must be, seeing how today was just terrible for her; he hope she didn’t have some importance appointment that required her to arrive on time. And if she’s pissed right now, it might not be advisable for him to start a conversation with her any time soon.
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