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Post by desired on May 25, 2012 18:14:45 GMT -6
[/IMG] » Can I cast my cares upon you, can you stand a heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things I can guarantee, You can always count on me. [/center]
Nighttime. It was the time Logan felt the most alive. While the world was sleeping, or as close as Trinity students ever got, he was making his way down to Trinity’s lake. The weather was warm as he left the dorm and journeyed out into the dark. As he walked confidently and gracefully down to the lake and across onto the dock, he didn’t have trouble seeing. He'd been here so many times since arriving, that he didn’t need to squint at all when he finally reached his destination, even though the sky was dark. In his hand he held an acoustic guitar, worn and scratched here and there with age. He wasn’t too worried about being seen, not many would come out to the lake anyway, and the school almost encouraged rule-breaking of the dangerous kind. So, sneaking out wasn’t that big of a thing, and he knew he’d be alone. Which was exactly the reason why he was there.
His tall six foot three frame settled itself gracefully on the dock. His long legs hung off the dock and the soles of his boots scraped the lake’s surface. Logan lowered himself flat to the floor for a moment and stared at the stars. He closed his cerulean eyes and swung the guitar into his lap. For a moment, he did nothing but sit there and breathe. He and his brother were earlier than usual to Trinity, most of the students hadn’t arrived yet. Cole was in the dorms, catching up with past friends. But that didn’t bother Logan. Even before getting training to be a spy, he had always been the loner-type. Large crowds and prying people did nothing but stress him. So, he stayed by himself, or with his brother, silent and foreboding and watching with his practiced eye. Of course, this made him a great interrogator, but he didn’t look forward to having to stomach his way through classes. He was a fighter, but he wasn’t a mindless harmer.
So, the boy opened his eyes and strummed the guitar. The sound floated in the silence, broken only by the rhythmic ‘drumming’ of the lake’s waves lapping against the shore. It hadn’t taken him long at all to find this place when they had moved here five years ago. He liked it here, as he looked out over the vast dark forest that danced in the vicious wind. It was peaceful here, and Logan started playing the guitar.
It was one of his own songs. He didn’t really think of himself as a songwriter. He simply heard music in his head and transferred it to the guitar. It was his private hobby; even Cole had heard him play only a handful of things. As his fingers played a slightly melancholy tune, he hummed low over it. He hadn't made the words yet, but the song was a sad song straight from his heart. It was about Resa, his girlfriend. For a high school boy, the feeling of loss that permeated his soul would have been more akin to losing a fiancée, but that’s what he felt. Resa had been his friend since childhood, and then she’d moved away. Miraculously, they had found each other here and had been inseparable, only to have death pry them apart. A frown creased his forehead as he strummed slower, adding more of a stringy high gloomy sound that went harmoniously with his low voice.
So that’s how he spent the next hour. Playing a guitar and sometimes thinking of a few words and pausing to write them down. Humming, he bent forward and started over the song again, even as the moon hung high overhead. He glanced out to look at the sky, the music had set a gloomy feeling over him and he started thrumming his guitar again, humming low and soft.
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Post by Schuyler Ilse Clark on May 26, 2012 0:30:00 GMT -6
 when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Schuyler had arrived at the gate, but it was closed, still. She leaned against it and drummed her fingers. A flicker of movement caught her attention. She looked up at the darkest corner and smiled. Sure she couldn’t see the camera, but she knew it was there. She gave a little wave, her smile turning into more of a smirk.
The get swung open, she saw with satisfaction. She lifted herself off the wall and strolled in, her casual gait betraying none of her almost overwhelming excitement. At the beginning of the summer her mother had asked where she would go if she could go anywhere. She hadn’t known whether she’d been accepted into the exchange program or not at that point, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to get a taste of the culture in case she did get to go. They hadn’t actually gone until the end of the summer, and it was so close to term starting that she decided it would be a shame not to visit the school where she would receive one semester of her precious education.
It hadn’t exactly been easy to arrange, and she had to call her dad in to make it happen. She hated involving him, partly because she still found it difficult to be around him, but to ask for help felt as if she were somehow admitting dependence on a man who was father by blood, but not by practice.
After they’d gotten Trinity to agree she mentioned how she wanted to visit after hours to avoid running in to other students. This had been met with a little opposition, which she assumed had something to do with the fact that she was a foreigner. When she pointed out that by not trusting her they were undermining the whole point of the exchange project—though she’d said it a little more harshly than that, though not disrespectfully— and they’d reluctantly agreed.
She was glad. She wanted to get a scope of the school before she got here, so she wouldn’t be completely helpless when she and the rest of her school arrived in a few weeks, not that Schuyler had any intention of being helpless. Ever. She also liked the dark. A lot kids were afraid of the dark, which Schuyler found ridiculous. Night was when she felt the safest. People couldn’t see what you were hiding in the dark.
She continued to casually stroll forward, eyes scanning her surroundings, having adjusting to the dark long ago. She stopped when they found the lake. They had a lake. Brilliant. Her face spread into another small, self-satisfied smile, and she picked up the pace as she headed straight toward the lake, her hips now driving her forward instead of her legs.
It wasn’t long before she saw that someone was already at the lake, sitting on a dock with what looked like…a guitar? And was he singing? She wasn’t sure, she was too far away. Her leg itched forward, wanting to get closer. She took a step. The whole point of coming after dark had been to avoid people, but she was too curious about who he was and what he was doing to not push that line a little. He wouldn’t see her though; she’d been going to spy school for six years she knew how to silently walk up to some—
She heard the sound of wood crunching underneath her feet. Damnit. Her head whipped up from the twig that had broken underneath her boots to the guy by the lake. She was less than twenty feet from him, and it was too freaking quiet for him to not have heard her. She was frozen, put on pause, as she waited to see what he would do.
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Post by desired on May 26, 2012 9:17:44 GMT -6
[/IMG] » Can I cast my cares upon you, can you stand a heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things I can guarantee, You can always count on me. [/center]
Darkness. To Logan, there was nothing more comfortable than the dark. In it, he could hide, even with his long and lanky frame that made him stick out like a sore thumb sometimes. Cole was jealous of Logan’s height, he knew, but to Logan, having a six foot three frame at the age of sixteen was just a bit overwhelming. The only thing that kept him from being a klutz was the years of Jiu Jitsu ingrained in him. But here, in the dark, he could think and be alone, relax and think.
Logan stopped strumming long enough to glance up and marvel at the cool calmness of the lake. Stars glittered high above. When he had first come here, Logan had been worried that the city lights would drown out all of nature. Instead, Trinity had acres in which most of his classes were held. It appeased him to be in the middle of nowhere. He should probably be heading back before it was too late, but he didn’t want too and really didn’t have too. He’d waved nonchalantly at the cameras while he’d ‘snuck’ out of the dorm, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone not knowing where he was. If he wasn’t caught by a real monitor on the way back, his excursion would never be mentioned. Returning to his guitar, he fingered the clefts until he started into a song he’d heard on the radio before. A country tune, of course, called ‘Ramblin Man’, by none other than his idol, Waylon Jennings.
He played that until he heard something, the unmistakable sound of a twig being snapped. He paused, frowning. The sound hadn’t been too far away, maybe twenty or thirty feet. His fingers still thrummed the guitar chords, waiting to see if he would hear it again. Again meant something was moving on, an animal just crunching through the forest. When nothing came, he still felt that feeling of being watched. At Trinity, he knew better than to think nothing of the feeling. He’d learned his instincts were mostly right. Someone was there, either watching or trying to sneak up. He turned slowly, bringing one long leg up onto the dock so he could turn around, the guitar still in his lap.
It was a girl. She was standing not twenty feet away, (he prided himself on his correct guess). He frowned once again, what was she doing out here? She didn’t look familiar, and after having gone here for five years, everyone was familiar. Immediately, he catalogued her appearance. What he noticed first was her red hair, so striking and wildly noticeable against her mostly black outfit. What surprised him even more were her shoes. Spiked boots, even with her obvious height. For some reason, he thought that very interesting.
But, he was still stunned to see her. He’d expected to be alone, and now this girl had appeared, obviously walking towards him. But, she seemed as shocked as he was. He still had one long leg hanging over the dock, his right hand holding the guitar close to his chest. His black Stetson hung low over his head, but there was no doubting he was about her age. Staring at her wide-eyed, he mumbled a low, "Hello.”
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Post by Schuyler Ilse Clark on May 27, 2012 14:34:10 GMT -6
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
He didn't move right away, and for a moment Schuyler dared let herself believe that he hadn't heard her and she wouldn't be labeled as the winner of the most epic fail in sneaking history.
But no, he'd heard her. He slowly turned around, seaming shocked and confused by her presence. The guy seemed to be studying her, so she took the opportunity to do the same. He had a strong build, that much was clear, and he was tall, very tall. She couldn't see much of his face in the dark, other than his strong jaw that matched his frame. His hair was on the darker side, brown probably, and hung loosely somewhere between his ears and shoulders.
"Hello", he said in a deep voice. She cocked her head slightly, her lips pressed together not in a hostile, but irked line.
"Hello," she repeated in a flat tone. "Well, I suppose that's one way of putting it. The bitterness in her voice was not directed at him but at herself, though of course he wouldn't know that.
She sighed, wanting to run her hands through her hair, but that would have made her irritation too obvious. She did fold her arms across her chest and turn her head slightly to the left side.
She'd come at this particular hour so that she could avoid meeting people, and with a few simple explanation she could pretend this never happened and continue on her way, alone. But it was too late to keep her visit from going unnoticed. For all she knew he'd going babbling off to the entire school about the random ginger he'd seen prowling around at night. Nope, she'd blown that one. She clenched her teeth together, eternally cursing her own pathetic clumsiness.
She turned back toward him. if she was already in this situation then she might as well turn it to her advantage. She cocked her head again, the echo of a smile on her lips, before continuing over to him.
"Budge up there, mate."
[/color]She said as she came along side him, gesturing for him to move over so she cold sit down. [/justify] "So, you go here right?" She said in a seemingly bored tone, not friendly, but not overly rude either. She figured she might as well see what she could get out of him, as far as the school went. Who knew, she thought with a smile, it might actually be fun, playing with the American.[/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote] 438 WORDSLogan TAGGEDhereOUTFITDance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin SONGtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITCan't wait to see where this goes... NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by desired on May 30, 2012 10:56:27 GMT -6
[/IMG] » Can I cast my cares upon you, can you stand a heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things I can guarantee, You can always count on me. [/center]
So, that hadn’t been what he’d expected. Her stance spoke of exasperation, arms crossed, head tilted. It amused him a bit, actually. She apparently didn’t like people either. Her tone was flat, with a hint of annoyance, but Logan decided it wasn’t directed towards him. After all, she had been the one sneaking. Her annoyance flickered once more but then she started towards him. Logan watched her. He hadn’t had the opportunity to study someone that didn’t like talking like he did. It made him smile a bit that she seemed to force her own grin on her face. He wasn’t the only one, then. The fact that she had strode towards him, surprised him though. He would have expected her to keep going wherever it was she was going.
Instead, he did as told, scooting over to allow more room at the edge of the dock, both feet back to hanging over the edge. It was a good thing the water level was low, Maryland was having a hot June, otherwise he’d probably be wet up to his calves. Curse his long legs.
He looked over at her, leaning his back against the pole beside him, guitar strap still slung over his shoulder and the instrument lazily reclined in his lap. The night sky was still dark black, with a few clouds interspersed among the brightly glittering stars. Her accent had been noticed and catalogued. He remembered the teachers mentioning a few exchange students. He hadn’t actually thought he’d meet one. That made him wonder what she was doing out here. Wouldn’t they have a type of Orientation, or some assembly to welcome the new kids? Of course, this was Trinity and there was no set way of doing things.
”And ya don’t.”
[/b] he responded, matching her tone of blasé indifference. He looked back over at the lake. He wasn’t nervous, as the maneuver might make her think, but he found people talked more if he didn’t appear so interested. Cole liked to tease him, but Logan always got more information then Cole ever could. Something about the boy spoke of gentle giant, even when they knew he was a deadly force if he wanted to be. So, he was hoping this might work. She didn’t seem so pleased to have found him, perhaps if he didn’t seem so interested in having seen her, she might let loose a bit of information. Even though he had no idea what he would do with it, Logan always had the desire to learn a bit about everyone he met. He had a damn good grade in Covert Operations to prove it. [/BLOCKQUOTE]
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Post by Schuyler Ilse Clark on Jun 2, 2012 14:42:16 GMT -6
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
He didn’t protest, just scooted over without question or comment. She sat down casually beside him, examining her nails, before giving him a brief, though not exactly friendly smile. He seemed polite, or possibly just shy, but she was sure she could use both to her advantage.
“And ya don’t.” It wasn’t a question, but she answered it like it was one.
“No.” her smile turned seductive now, she scooted closer and flicked her hair over her shoulder, making sure to knock off her black over shirt, exposing her bare shoulder on the side closest to him. She placed her hands behind her and arched slightly, throwing her upper body into prominence. The dark would slightly weaken her potential effect, but men were men, and even the outline of something could get him excited.
“I will be soon though,” She said in a slightly bored tone, and she left it that. She was assuming the Trinity students had been told as least as much as they had, so he would probably figure out she was one of the exchange students. If not, well, she certainly wasn’t going to waste any breath trying to explain it to him, especially since her accent was a dead giveaway anyway.
And speaking of accents, she was pretty sure the Americans had a specific name for his particular dialect, though she couldn’t think of what it was. Western? Southern? It was something like that…ah, well, she was sure she’d find out eventually.
She let her gaze wander slowly across the lake before turning back to him. Letting her eyes scan up and down his body, like she was checking him out. Even though she wasn’t, she had found that by guys reacted strongly to a mysterious girl looking them over. Either they began trying to impress her, or they got uncomfortable and self-conscious, both of which could be mighty useful when using her feminine willies to get something out of the male sex. Also, it was just plain fun messing with their heads like that.
“So how about helping out your future comrade, eh honey?” She said is her still stand-offish Schuyler tone, though still with that slightly seductive flair. They weren’t exactly the best combination, but she wasn’t about to go all cutsey on him. Ugh…
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Post by desired on Jun 9, 2012 15:31:12 GMT -6
[/IMG] » Can I cast my cares upon you, can you stand a heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things I can guarantee, You can always count on me. [/center]
Logan absent-mindedly thrummed his fingers over the strings of his guitar, letting a low chord flow out into the night. Most would describe it as a quiet night, but to Logan, the crickets, cicadas, and the few owls that sang loudly, made the noise calmer than in the daytime. She answered his statement as if he had spoken a question, flashing a smile before she scooted closer to him. Her red hair glistened as she flopped it over her exposed shoulder. Logan scooted as close as he could to the dock pillar. What did she want? Logan had already decided that she wanted something. Her tone and face contradicted what her body was telling him. It weirded him out to be honest.
He did notice her smile and even in the dark, her display was noticeable. For a moment, he was reminded of Resa, even though Resa was nothing like this girl, though both seemed to flirt in the same way.
The mental comparison brought a smile to his lips. The grin made his amusement seen even in the dark. Cole would be all over this, Logan thought. But of course, Logan wasn’t Cole. He was still trying to figure out what she wanted, because in his experience, they all wanted something, but his amusement had wiped most of that away.
Her next words continued that slightly bored tone she had used earlier. Logan nodded, glad to have his earlier guess be correct. Of course, her accent did give it all away.
He watched her coolly as she scanned the like, before she turned her eyes to him. She unashamedly looked him over, and a few splotches of heat rose up on his cheeks, before he looked away. The guitar was hugged closer in an attempt to hide, but it didn’t do much good. He kept his face impassive, even though his brain whirled.
When she spoke again, he looked back at her. One eyebrow was raised in question. He studied her face for a moment, cerulean eyes dark. “Help?””
He was surprised. Of all the things for her to ask, that hadn’t been what he expected. She didn’t seem to be the type to want or need help, but of course, that was first impressions only. He didn’t trust first impressions, not at a spy school. He smiled softly, “Don’t think ya need it, seein’ as ya hiked all this way in them shoes.”
[/color] He didn’t like to be used, and this was his way of warning her. Of course, he might be wrong. She only wanted someone to show her around, but her tone made him wary of the way she wanted to accomplish that task. Then he realized he hadn’t even asked her name. He smiled once more, Cole would have already asked her to show her around and brought her to a dark, empty hall. Not that Logan hadn’t had the same thought, she was a very pretty girl, he just had a bit more control. And cared a lot more about his reputation. “I’m Logan Sawyer, by the way. Welcome to Trinity.” [/BLOCKQUOTE]
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Post by Schuyler Ilse Clark on Jun 12, 2012 12:37:48 GMT -6
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Schuyler stared at the guy in confusion. Her seductive smile turned into a hard line, and then a frown. When she put on her sex kitten, she got a reaction. Granted, it was a different reaction for every guy, but it was still something she could work with. This guy though… he wasn’t giving her much of anything. She cocked her head at him, was he gay? It would make things simpler if he was, but he had blushed when she’d looked him over. Gay guys didn’t do that, generally, which left her with nothing. Damnit.
Her body lost its force arch, though her stance remained tight. She didn’t understand what was going on, and Schuyler didn’t like being in that position. It made her feel out of control, vulnerable. She couldn’t be vulnerable, not anymore.
She was sure some of her distraught emotions could be seen on her face, so she turned away, her mind whirling. When she looked back, her expression was no longer lost and confused but fixed and cold. If seduction didn’t work than there other tricks she could try. Many. She pulled of cold-hearted bitch extremely well, and it seemed rather fitting as this guy had such sensitive feel about him, and she intended to exploit that to the fullest degree.
While he was speaking she was preparing her vicious, demeaning reply. She opened her mouth, and then stopped suddenly, closing it. His words had not been what she expected, and she found that she no longer had the will to say the words she needed too. They would hurt him, and suddenly she found that she didn’t want to do that… But then what did she want to do.
“Do my shoes really say that much about me?” It was the first reply that came to her head, and she knew she had say something or she would look like an idiot. Her sarcastic tone was still there, but it was significantly lighter than usual, and a sort of half-smile turned up the corners of her mouth in a way that didn’t look forced. “It’s actually not as hard as you might think, especially if you wear boots and high heels often, which believe me, I do.” She gushed, and the smile that followed not only showed her teeth but was completely genuine. She closed her mouth suddenly in confusion. What the hell was this? Since when was she the girl that rambled on about something and said way more than a comment asked for? And since when did she engage in nice, friendly chatter with anyone, especially a complete stranger? Since when did she do nice, period? I felt weird…but, she shrugged. She’d never tried it before, but maybe it would still get her what she wanted. So it was worth a whirl, if she could figure out how to pull it off.
But when he started talking again she realized she had no idea how to proceed. So she just answered his questions as honestly as she could, without any hidden objectives or subtexts.
“Schuyler,” she answered, “And Thank You, I look forward to spending more time here.”
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Post by desired on Jun 13, 2012 10:11:43 GMT -6
[/IMG] » Can I cast my cares upon you, can you stand a heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things I can guarantee, You can always count on me. [/center]
This night had shaped up to be interesting. He’d come down here for a little quiet time to work on his songs, but instead, had run into a stranger. A stranger who certainly was confusing. Her messages kept changing, and Logan being Logan, he picked up on those changes easily. It was what made him a great interrogator, the teachers said, he himself couldn’t hardly stand how mean one had to be to become one. He didn’t mind plucking for answers, he was always curious, but he did it in an unorthodox way, for the CIA, at least. He simply remained nice and somehow, that made even the toughest people open up. Even this girl kept changing from hard seductive, which was rather uncomfortable, to harsher and tougher. What she wanted, he had no clue.
Logan frowned. The girl seemed rather confused for a moment. He couldn’t decipher anymore, because she turned away. She was a strange girl, and he knew quite a few strange girls. This one was different. She swayed all over the place with her tone and expressions. He shrugged to himself and his fingers found his guitar again, and he strummed them for a moment, just a made-up tune. It wasn’t that he didn’t think she wasn’t pretty, which is what he felt like she was receiving. He just wasn’t like that. First off, she hadn’t even told him her name and she was already flirting coyly. Something was up if that happened. Cole received that attention, not looming, quiet Logan.
Her next words were much softer. Logan turned back to her, smiling softly. He nodded, ”Every girl I know, would’ve had a much harder time sneakin’ up on meh than ya did, even in tennis shoes.” That was how he’d know she was a lot more serious and probably a bit tougher than Aurora. Besides, he felt only girls that wanted to make a statement wore shoes like that. He kept his nice and sensible, black, sturdy, steel-toed boots. When he wasn’t in uniform, of course. He smiled at her next words, nodding as he did. Walking forever on tiptoes, as most high heels seemed to make girls do, just confused him. It couldn’t be comfortable, at all.
She answered his question without any of the forced inflections she’d had earlier. He chose not to comment on it. He himself didn’t like meeting new people, perhaps she was the same way. In fact, this was the most talking he’d had with a strange in a long, long time. He looked back out at the lake, where the moon reflected in the surface. The crickets and cicadas were chirping as loud as ever. He turned back to Schuyler. It was an interesting name, fitting for her. He cocked his head, ”So, tell meh, Schuyler, why’d ya come to Trinity after dark?” He’d figured there would be some big announcement and introduction of the students. The fact that she was here now, and breaking curfew along with him, was surprising.
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Post by Schuyler Ilse Clark on Jun 15, 2012 23:22:22 GMT -6
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Schuyler smiled softly. In truth she was kind of famous for her shoes back at Churchill. She usually wore boots like these, except the often had more of a—spark— or she wore combat boots. She hated to admit it because of how girly it made her feel, but she loved shoes. People paid attention to them, and if your shoes were intimidating, then you must be too. And Schuyler liked intimidating.
“Really? Well, perhaps all the girls you know have the stealth of an elephant. Or maybe it’s a British thing, and we know something you Americans don’t.” She paused, looking thoughtful. “Actually, we know a lot of things you don’t, so it’s most likely the latter.”
It was a very Schuyler-like thing to say, but a very unSchuyler-like way of saying it. Her voice was light, teasing. Sure, there was the typical British-pride at America’s expense, but it was meant to make him smile, not to be insulting. Her accompanying smile was friendly, at least friendly for Schuyler. She was still weirded out by the whole exchange, but it seemed to be working.
Schuyler caught him casting her side-long glances, and she cocked her head slightly. Was he studying her? Probably, so she took the opportunity to do the same. He was reserved like her, but, not like her. She hid behind smirks and sneers wheres he hid behind…what? Silence? A passive and stony vigil to hide whatever it was he didn’t want people to see? Her eyebrows knitted together. The idea hit he strangely, but apparently it worked for him, and it seemed to be a night for things that shouldn’t work but did.
It was then that she noticed the guitar. Well, she noticed it the moment she’d sat down, but…hadn’t. She’d been too focused on him to really take it into consideration, she was aware when he’d start playing it, but that was it.
Now though, she watch, entranced, as he fingered a few notes. She wasn’t watching the guitar though, she was watching him. His face looked peaceful but…not? She cocked her head again. He was different, from other spies. They all wanted something. She wanted something. But him? What did he want?
She shrugged at his next question. “Well, seeing as I will spending the next few months of my life here, I’d thought I’d give it a looking over.” She paused, “Away from prying eyes.” Considering he was out after dark same as she, she had feeling he would understand this.
She realized something else that made him different. The way he treated her, it was…polite. What she figured before about not obviously wanting anything, he certainly didn’t want anything from her, unlike every other guy she’d ever met. That either made him really stupid or… She gave him an interested look. Before, his lack of interest had bothered her, but now…she found she rather liked it. It made a nice change, not being looked at with eyes that seemed to only be able to take in certain things. She wished more guys were like that, then she might actually start liking the male sex in general.
Her eyes flitted back to the guitar. She had an objective, and she should really ask him something about the school that would give her some sort of advantage. But she didn’t want too. So instead she said, “So, are you any good with that thing?” she gestured toward the guitar. Her words came out a little more bluntly than she meant them. But she was still new at this.
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Post by desired on Jun 18, 2012 20:11:46 GMT -6
[/IMG] » Can I cast my cares upon you, can you stand a heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things I can guarantee, You can always count on me. [/center]
The night was getting colder, but Logan never really froze. He was constantly warm. It was Cole that got cold at the flip of a switch. It was amusing really. As he looked at the bank, a crane came in and landed. It stood elegantly silhouetted. Logan smiled as it gracefully curved its’ neck. This was why he often found himself out here. Nature made him feel at home.
He couldn’t help but chuckle and nod his head at her words. They were harsh, but she hadn’t said them as harshly as she could have. She was joking, he liked that she wasn’t afraid to poke fun. People who poked fun in a light-hearted tone weren’t normally terribly annoying people. ”Yeah, bet that’s it. And there’s a few that are worse than elephants.” he said, smiling. Aurora happened to be the one example he could think of. Of course, she could be quiet. However, could didn’t always mean she would.
She confused him. And if the slightly strange looks she gave him were anything to go by, he did the same to her. It was just the weird way she spoke that made him frown. Like she wanted to be mean, tougher than she looked, which was kinda hard. He was used to that, most students here took his silence as an indicator that they had hurt him. In reality, he just plain ignored them because they weren’t worth it. He’d been through worse than a simple tease. But, she was also smiling, friendly enough he didn’t completely turn on his stone face. Still, he wasn’t entirely sure where this meeting was going. Her looks made him sometimes think she was offended. About what, he wasn’t sure.
He crooked a smile at her explanation. It didn’t surprise him. She seemed the type that would do that. In fact, he probably would have done the same, if he was coming to a new school filled with students, especially ones being trained in espionage. ”Well, yer a bit far from the school, but still, it’s a nice place.” he said, nodding his head out towards the lake and surrounding woods. He wasn’t sure if England had woods like these, and these were nothing compared to the ones his Uncle owned.
He swung the guitar up out of his way for a moment, bringing his feet up from dangling off the edge of the dock. It took him a moment to collapse them into a criss-crossed position. But he set the guitar back down when he did. He studied her for a moment, as she looked at his guitar. She looked surprised to see it and he smiled when she questioned his ability to play. ”I like to think so. I wouldn’t lay any money on it, though.” It was a welcome change, her simple question. Most girls simply asked him to play, which made him nervous. Being put on the spot when it came to music wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed. Schuyler simply had asked to ask, and that made his appreciation for her shoot up a bit.
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Post by Schuyler Ilse Clark on Jun 27, 2012 22:41:57 GMT -6
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
He didn’t respond to her remark right away, and for a moment she was worried that she’d actually offended him, but then she heard him chuckle, low and pleasant. Her lips pressed into a quirky smile, ”huh,” she said throatily, mulling this over. She wasn’t sure how things were at Trinity, but at Churchill their cover was a school for only the wealthiest of the wealthy. Even though a majority of the students, herself included, did not fit into that category; years of having to present that image to outsiders had molded them into a classic and stereotypical version of the elegant upper British class. Needless to say, the word elephant would not be applied to any member of their student body anywhere or at any time, though that might not be the case here. Perhaps it was just because they were Americans, but either way she was probably going to experience a major turnabout at this—place—lovely.
She rolled her eyes. “Really, I didn’t notice.” Just because she was trying to be a cutie didn’t mean she was going to give up her heavy sarcasm, she would die before she did that. And besides, if his earlier behavior was any indication, he could handle it without getting worked up. “Actually, I’m kind more interested in the grounds at the moment anyway. I mean, I do wish to the school, but I have a feeling…” Her eyes swept the area around her, ending on the heavily shadowed woods to her right, where a smile fluttered briefly, darkly, “that the outside places will be a bit more—illuminating, if you would—in regards to what I should expect.” They didn’t have woods at Churchill, or a lake. It was a large estate, but you could see the entire expanse of it from a second story window. Here though, she couldn’t see an ending in any direction which made her wonder. “How big are these grounds exactly?” She said, returning her gaze too him and giving him a pleasant smile.
A light breeze wafted over her, making her suddenly aware of her bare, exposed arms. She had never much minded cold, but she found pulling inward, drawing her legs up against her chest and huddling slightly over them, tucking her arms inside to provide a bit of warmth. All without looking like she was doing so.
She looked over at him and smiled lightly. She would have liked to ask him to play, but something about his tone was, dismissive. She was pretty sure he phrased the question the way he did in order to dissuade her from requesting he play. Her eyebrows pinched together. Sweet little cutie would ask him to play, wouldn’t she? But asking him when he clearly didn’t want too was more of a Schuyler thing. Actually, she wouldn’t ask at all, as asking a complete stranger of a guy to play a song for her by a lakeside sounded like something out a cheesy romance novel. No, it was a cheesy romance novel. Ughh. So, perfect solution, she wouldn’t ask him to play, and they would all get along just fine.
She shivered slightly, staring back out toward the lake. Something caught her attention, and she smiled again, slow and soft. She didn’t say anything for a moment, just watched the beautiful bird in front of her then she said quietly, “Crane’s my codename.” She wasn’t even sure he’d seen the bird, but she preferred not to lead into things, and rather just jump straight to whatever point she was getting at. If people got lost along the way then that was their problem, not her’s.
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Post by desired on Jun 28, 2012 19:28:02 GMT -6
[/IMG] » Can I cast my cares upon you, can you stand a heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things I can guarantee, You can always count on me. [/center]
It was a good thing he was a night person. It was nearing midnight, he was sure, by the height of the giant moon in the sky. It glittered peacefully across the lake. He was glad he’d gotten that nice calm night he’d wanted, even with the added surprise of company. She wasn’t talkative, which was nice, and after her initial coldness, he had to admit she was fine to talk to. It just surprised him that such a pretty girl would have such a hard time talking. He didn’t really blame her, after all, if he had been plunked, even voluntarily, into a new situation that didn’t have anything to do with a mission, he’d be way out of his comfort zone. Of course, that surprised most people, that Logan was such a good spy. It was really only because he was able to pretend, to keep up a front, all the way slowly threading things together. As long as he wasn’t him, he could do perfectly find. Schuyler had caught the real Logan, and so far, only Aurora and Cole got to continuously hang out with him.
He nodded and grinned a bit crookedly. Right. He liked her sarcasm, it rang more truthful than her other words. He looked around the lake, trying to imagine going to a school where he couldn’t see the glory of nature. It would kill him. Nature was calm and predictable, which considering the life he was leading and will lead, he appreciated it. He turned back to look at her, admiring the way her red hair flashed in the moonlight. He was a bit surprised she had stayed so long. He wouldn’t have. He nodded as she finished speaking, following her gaze out across the area. He frowned for a moment and then shrugged, “’Bout two hundred. There’s a bit more woods and a few fields, they make up mosta it. We’ve got an outdoor facility and stables, though.”
[/b] He did have to admit, it was a large area for a school. Trinity was, to the public, a boarding school for richer students, the uniforms helped with that front, and the large and expansive buildings did the rest. Since he himself didn’t have any contact with civilian students, he couldn’t say if they bought the cover well or not. He was relieved when she didn’t press the guitar playing. It also surprised him. He didn’t know very many students who would have noticed the nuance of displeasure behind his voice. The fact that he had was comforting. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that read so deep into people’s words. He shifted a bit when a cool breeze came, but he never really got too cold, that was Cole. Instead, he only slung the guitar down to gently rest against the dock floor and brought his knees up, so that his wrists rested on them, hands dangling. He did have a leather jacket on, which was probably a lot of help, including the long-sleeved shirt as well. He glanced over at her as she shifted, but she didn’t seem cold, just normal movement. He wasn’t sure if he should believe that, in his experience girls were always cold if he felt it. He left it alone however, since she wasn’t asking and he already felt like she wasn’t the type to admit anything that might be construed as weakness. He also felt it was payback for not asking him to play. He followed her gaze back out to the crane. He couldn’t help but smile a bit as she watched it. Something in her eyes let him know she enjoyed the sight as much as he had. He was about to comment on it, when she did. His smile grew broader and he nodded. He turned to look at her. She was a bit taller than normal for a girl, but being his height, he hadn’t really paid any attention to it before. He smiled, “It fits.”[/b] He sighed softly before grinning a bit more, “Mine’s Sasquatch.”[/b] [/BLOCKQUOTE]
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Post by Schuyler Ilse Clark on Jul 16, 2012 17:22:47 GMT -6
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Schuyler nodded, “We’ve got stables too, and we actually offer a horse-back riding class, though I’ve never taken it.” That was about the only similarity, as far as she could tell. Trinity sounded so very different, though she supposed she should have expected it with their reclusive location. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, she wasn’t attached to the posh grounds of Churchill by any means, but she didn’t particularly care for the woods either. It would take some getting used to, but perhaps it could be beneficial.
That outdoor facility had certainly perked her interest. They didn’t really have one of those at Churchill. The fencing class was sometimes taught out in the courtyard, but that was about it. “What’s the outdoor facility like?” She asked, swinging her legs idly.
She smiled as her commented on her name. “Thank you,” As she said this she leaned back until her back was resting on the ground. She laid there for a moment before propping herself up on her elbow so she could still see him.
“Really?” she said, and then she laughed softly. Not a mean laugh, it just seemed so random yet, fitting somehow. He was large, and he had that kind of straggly look about him with his longish hair. She smiled, she liked it, it was cute.
“So, with a name like that I’m guessing your kind of loner,” she teased. That had already been established long before she found out his name; he was oozing—no—radiating the loner vibe.
“Or maybe,"she sat up again, “You’re just a rare one?” She had meant that to be flirtatious, but she couldn’t deny that it had come out that way. Oh well, he hadn’t liked her when she was sexy so he probably could be bothered by a little friendly teenage fun.
She sighed and let her eyes wander out towards the lake again. This had been fun, but she’d come here for a reason. And lying about, chatting up the mysterious boy with guitar wasn’t helping her accomplish that, even if she was enjoying herself. The spy in her wouldn’t let her leave without finishing what she had come here to do.
“Well, it’s been nice, but that mysterious forest beckons.” she said as she stood up, lithely jumping to her feet and smoothing out her clothes.
“I don’t suppose I could convince you to give me that tour?” she said as an after-thought. She was surprised that she really had enjoyed his company, and it could be useful to have him as guide around this place. But, she would be fine either way. She couldn’t deny that a walk through those words all alone was equally inviting. The choice was his, and though she suspected the answer she still found herself staring at him avidly as she waited for his reply.
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Post by desired on Jul 18, 2012 22:49:27 GMT -6
[/IMG] » Can I cast my cares upon you, can you stand a heavy load? Can I count on you to walk me down that long and winding road? If you promise me these simple things I can guarantee, You can always count on me. [/center]
Logan nodded as Schuyler spoke. It surprised him a bit to learn she hadn’t taken the horse-riding lessons. She seemed the type to latch onto anything she could learn. Of course, he reminded himself, sometimes one-thousand pounds of living flesh that could kill if need be, did scare some people.
At her question, he looked over to the left of the lake, where the building was located. ”It ain’t much, kinda like an outdoor gym. We normally have knife-throwing classes and hand-to-hand combat there.”
[/b] He watched as she flopped down. It was an improvement from the semi-hostile, almost interrogation conversation they’d been having earlier. It amused him, actually, to know she wasn’t obviously as hyper-vigilant and as tough as she seemed. Of course, most of the kids here weren’t, including himself and Cole. He smiled a bit crookedly as she laughed about his codename. He hadn’t exactly picked it, people had been calling him that for years before. But Cole, in a small homework field assignment, had trying to describe who he was to someone else via walkie-talkie. Exasperated because the kid hadn’t been able to find Logan, Cole had yelled, ‘He’s the Sasquatch sitting on the bench, stupid!’ At Schuyler’s words, he smiled a bit broader. ”That obvious, huh?”[/b] He looked over at her as she spoke again. This time, he chuckled and shook his head, ”Nah, I’m definitely the scary-loner, watch your belongings kinda Sasquatch.”[/b] It wasn’t that uncommon for people to shirk by him. Of course, his constant frowning expression probably didn’t help either. He watched as she jumped up. He nodded, glancing out at the stars. It was getting late. He would probably be up for another hour or so anyway, what with his constant insomnia, but he realized she probably wanted to get on with whatever she had been doing. At her question, however, he looked at her. He didn’t mind spending time with her, which was interesting considering she had just interrupted his ‘me-time’. Aurora and Cole were always trying to get him to talk to people, but since there was actually no one here to watch, that was part of the reason he wasn’t mumbling and letting others speak for him. He stood up, slinging his guitar over his shoulder by the strap. ”I was gonna head back soon, anyway. Could point out stuff along the way, if ya want.”[/b] There had been something in her gaze that made him think she did and did not want him. Of course, this was why he found most people, particularly girls, confusing. He was a good enough reader of facial expressions that he knew the baseline of what someone wanted. However, it wasn’t as easy as Sherlock Holmes always portrayed. Half the time, he found, people didn’t have a damn clue what they really wanted. He started walking, allowing her to make the decision. If she wanted to look around the woods some more, that would be okay with him. But, the path he took to get to the dorms passed through the field and the shooting range. He started that way, boots moving soundlessly on the forest floor in the way only someone who had been raised in the woods could. [/BLOCKQUOTE]
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