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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 12, 2014 19:43:25 GMT -5
”Ouille.”
The sound of a boy muttering to himself was one of the few sounds that could be heard in the dojo. Though one might not know what the muttering met unless they spoke French. Only some. It was the kind of word even a child would know. “Ouch”.
Despite the word normally being used as an exclamation of being in pain, it was uttered as not much more than a mild annoyance. Yes, Cyrille was annoyed. He had hurt himself already? How pathetic. Cyrille had been practising basic movements while dual wielding katanas. He liked katanas, but dual wielding them? Not so much.
Why was that? Surely it wouldn’t be too difficult for someone as skilled with the blade as Cyrille was to simply use two at once. But it was. And for a dumb reason too. It was so very dumb it bothered Cyrille to even acknowledge it. But he had been injured a while back. They had impaled him in such an awkward place that he could no longer move his left arm properly. Gah, he didn’t want to think about that! Cyrille did not want to think about how pathetic he had been when that had happened. It pained him to think about.
Flicking the left sword back towards his chest as to hold it in a defensive position, Cyrille sighed softly to himself then muttered some more. <”That was almost laughable. I barely got one hit in.”> Cyrille continued to speak to himself in French. He was not afraid of someone hearing him, he simply preferred speaking in his native tongue.
It was early morning anyway. Cyrille liked to practise early morning. There was not many people around. Cyrille didn’t like people very much. He never had, enjoying the company of a select few much more than many at once. And the select few was more like one. She wasn’t around anymore, either. So Cyrille decided to live in solitude. That was a just punishment for his sins, surely. He’d defeat kishin too. To help people. He didn’t need to do much beyond that. Most things ended up being trivial.
Cyrille tried to shift his mind away from these thoughts by taking another strike at the training dummy. Just with his right arm. He left his left in the defensive position. That was about all it could do, after all.
Now, Cyrille simply hoped no one would bother him because of that muttering. It’d be annoying if a French speaker pestered him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 16:32:05 GMT -5
Training before class started had been Hannah's idea. There had been many pros to this idea of hers: for one thing, it wasn't as hot in the morning, so Noelle wouldn't sweat nearly as much. Also, according to Hannah, more people would practice in the afternoon than early in the morning, so Noelle wouldn't have to worry about actually seeing people. Another big thing was that by coming early, she could avoid having the whole I found a partner discussion with Aiden. Not that she hadn't been excited about this event--on the contrary, she told Hannah the moment she got home. But Aiden would be embarrassing if he knew, demanding that she bring Espen over and whatnot. Aiden was too busy for this new worry to be tossed upon him, so she opted to just not mention it. He'd find out about it someday, when either she or Hannah let it slip, but until then he could focus on work and not worrying about her.
Not to mention, it was just really funny with him not knowing. It's like he could sense that she and Hannah were hiding something from him, and it was driving him up the wall.
She reasoned with herself that it was normal for siblings to torture each other, and that he should be pleased that she is willing to have a normal sibling relationship with him.
Anyway, all of that led to her standing in the dojo with every intention of learning something before class started. The only problem was, she really had no idea where to start. Handling a weapon, especially one that you knew literally nothing about, wasn't something you could just teach yourself. Sure, she could just grab the nearest pole arm and starting hitting stuff with it, but that was rather unrefined and seemed like a waste of time, especially if she wasn't holding it correctly. Originally, she hadn't wanted to bother Espen to ask for help about using his weapon form, but now she was starting to think that she had made a mistake in assuming she could figure it out on her own.
But she was far too stubborn to ask for help now. At the same time, she realized that she probably wasn't in the right place to begin with. She probably needed to study first, before marching into the dojo. Thankfully, this was a lesson learned in private, and she wouldn't have to tell anyone else about this blunder besides maybe Hannah. And she'd go straight to the library this afternoon to see if she could find books on atgeirs. Those would probably help her understand her new friend as well, if only by a little bit.
Noelle was just on her way out, looking proud of her new battle strategy, when foreign words hit her ears. She immediately stopped and registered the language as French, before whirling back around in the direction she had come from. What could she say? Foreign languages were her weakness. And she still had some time before class, so she decided to check it out.
She walked down the hall a bit, peeking into a bigger room and finding one sole person training with some kind of sword. He was monstrously tall, or he was in comparison to her though she was sure that he was tall compared to just about everyone. But what stood out the most was that he had probably the prettiest hair she had ever seen in her entire life, which effectively distracted her from his intimidating height and build. (Because let's face it: he could squash her easily.) She really just wanted to braid his hair. But he was swinging a sword around, rather violently, and probably didn't want to be disturbed. She really should leave him alone to finish his training.
That thought was encouraging her, however she found herself not moving from her spot and staring a little bit longer. This was an incredibly strong looking individual. She was almost a little afraid, but still kind of captivated.
And just when she was thinking that this was a rather creepy practice, a fuzzing feeling in her nose caught her attention. She sniffled a little, which made it worse, and before she could stop it a tiny, high pitched Ah-choo! cut through the silence.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 13, 2014 18:44:14 GMT -5
Cyrille had been hoping he was completely alone. He hoped for that whenever he came here. It often did not end up coming true, but oh well. Cyrille did not hear Noelle approach. The sounds he made hitting the wooden dummy were louder than her footsteps. She was quite the small girl, after all. It wasn’t like Cyrille had incredibly sharp hearing. He had once heard someone else in the dojo before, but that was because he had been screaming his head off.
Noelle would have been completely unknown to Cyrille for quite some time if she hadn’t suddenly sneezed. Cyrille stopped moving. He couldn’t quite make out the sound, actually, as it had been muffled by another swing. But Cyrille at least heard it. He brought the right blade into a defensive position just like the left, just so he wouldn’t scare anything that might be behind him.
Shifting the weight onto his heels as to allow himself more freedom of movement, Cyrille turned his head to be looking over his shoulder. But he didn’t turn very far. As soon as he saw what on earth had made the sound he froze.
A girl. A young one. She looked like she’d be around Ophelie’s age when she...
Cyrille quickly turned his head around, but his legs and arms remained frozen. Oh gods, he felt like he was going to puke. Cyrille was getting so incredibly nauseous he might just faint. She wasn’t too close. Perhaps he could get away quickly. Perhaps he could.
Unfreezing would be difficult to do, though. The most Cyrille could do was drop the blades he held. His body was tense, and his face was pale. He was starting to sweat too. This was not good. Not good at all.
Perhaps if Cyrille just stayed like this the girl would go away. Yes, she’d go away and then he could go and lock himself up in his dorm for the rest of the day. Well, probably not that long. His soul could deal with that sort of thing. It usually got him to take his mind away from those dark places. But right now his mind was just a jumbled mess. Damn grigori soul, why didn’t you work quicker?
Cyrille tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down, but he ended up almost choking on the air instead. Gah. This... This was shaping out to be an awful day. And the girl probably had no idea what was happening, unless she had heard about him. He was growing infamous. Hopefully she just didn’t move closer. Cyrille didn’t want to lash out at a little girl.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 15:29:01 GMT -5
Okay, she'd admit that it was incredibly rude to stare. She probably shouldn't have been creepily watching him from the doorway, and she understood that perfectly and had expected a reprimand for it. Or at least a scolding look. But she didn't receive either of those. Instead, the significantly bigger male just looked really shocked to see her--he even looked like he was going to be sick, and she idly cupped her hand against her cheek wondering over her own appearance. She wasn't the prettiest girl, but she wasn't ugly enough to garner that kind of reaction, was she? At least, Aiden always said she was cute. But he was biased.
Perhaps that was a bit of a dramatic conclusion to come to. Maybe he was just embarrassed about being caught training? That made a lot more sense, actually, and Noelle could have laughed at herself for the small hit she took to the self-esteem. How silly, that she thought of her looks first. And vain. Had she always been so vain? Oh well, no one would know but herself.
The man had turned away from her, though he had yet to say a word. He did drop his weapons, though, and while that made her jump a little she was rather relieved. At least that meant he wouldn't be hitting her, or anything. (Not that she had thought of that possibility until now.) Maybe something was legitimately wrong? He didn't look too well. "Sir...?" He couldn't have been more than...maybe four years older than her? Anyone older than that wouldn't be a student, and he didn't look old enough to be a teacher. But she really couldn't figure out a better way to address him.
She waited a moment, before continuing. "Are you okay?" She stepped into the room, though she did not approach him. She hovered by the door, because if nothing else Aiden and Hannah ingrained it into her brain that she did not, under any circumstances, approach a stranger--especially men. She thought that was really silly, because she knew from experience that you could just as easily be attacked by someone you knew very well. And you really couldn't just live life being overly cautious of every single person on the planet. But she could at least be a little careful, and not approach the ill-looking man.
Her question sounded dumb even to her own ears, because clearly something was wrong. But she didn't really know what to do, or what she could do even. Guide him to the nurse? He probably knew his way better than her, for she was still fairly new. She could...like, get him a cup of water? She read somewhere that it was good to give water to someone who was having a panic attack. She couldn't be sure that was happening, but water seemed like a good cure-all. So she voiced her thoughts. "Do you want some water? She might have even had a water bottle back in her bag.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 14, 2014 17:39:05 GMT -5
Having any type of phobia was not fun, but some were much worse than others. For example, gynophobia was way worse than arachnophobia. The fear of women versus the fear of spiders. Spiders could be killed easily in a panic, but women not so much. If someone had severe gynophobia and could not deal with even being in the same room as females when they had not psychologically prepared themselves for such things. It wasn’t the same for something like spiders. Cyrille was envious of those who had something so easy to cope with as arachnophobia.
Of course, you couldn’t have everything you wished for. Cyrille had to deal with having a fear of women instead of having a fear of spiders. Women were smarter than spiders. Maybe this one would understand quickly that Cyrille was afraid of her and would go away. That had happened before. Cyrille adored anyone who did that. His grigori soul would eventually pull through regardless and allow him to ask them to leave, even if he was still terrified, but that was always nicer.
Unfortunately this girl did not seem that bright. Instead of going away, she only moved even closer. Cyrille couldn’t see her, but he could hear her steps. She had made another sound a bit earlier too, but Cyrille couldn’t make it out. He was trying to focus on steadying his breathing instead. If he breathed too quickly he’d choke on the air, but if he didn’t breath at all he’d end up fainting. Bah. Why was something so basic as breathing now made so difficult because of this other presence?
At the very least Noelle did not get too close. If she had, Cyrille might have lashed out at her. That would not have been good. His mind was turning into a jumbled mess that he couldn’t make a single thing out of. It was so very loud.
But then it stopped. Finally.
Not completely, of course. Cyrille’s soul with it’s lovely angel wings was not all powerful. It simply quieted his mind enough to allow him to deal with the situation. Cyrille could finally comprehend the girl’s next words. “Do you want some water?” Ahah. She was the type to take on the caring approach, but were also far too daft to realize themselves as the problem.
Cyrille slowly turned around, but averted his gaze to the floor. People listened to you better if you didn’t have your back turned to them. This was something he had learned. His legs and arms weren’t locked up anymore either. Cyrille then spoke up. <”No, I’m quite al-”>
Only to realize he was talking in French.
Gah! When his mind was a mess like this, Cyrille didn’t have the mental energy to translate his speech. The most he could manage was a simply word. ”No.” Hopefully that’d be enough to make the girl leave.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 20:05:11 GMT -5
At least the man turned around to face her, so things were starting to take a step into the more polite direction. He wasn't really looking at her, though, which was a little rude but she understood that he was not American and that things were probably different in France. (She assumed he was from France, though there were other places that spoke French.) And while her eyes did light up at the French sentence that left him--because dang, that was a pretty language--she was a little irritated that he didn't give her anything besides a no as far as translation.
He did look to be getting a little better, though she was still a little worried about him. But she couldn't really do anything if he wasn't going to talk to her. "Do you need to sit down for a bit, then? Or maybe go to the nurse?" Hannah told her to go to the school nurse if she had any problems. She didn't really like to go to the nurse's office, though, because she had her own personal nurse at home. But she still kept to the idea that if she had a bad break out, she had somewhere to go. So it was really the only thing she could think to suggest to this person who was freaking out over something. Though, he seemed to be calming down a bit. That was good.
She wanted to ask about what had bothered him so much, but that wasn't very tactful. Guys didn't like to talk about their problems, or her brother didn't anyway. And she didn't know Espen enough to be able to tell with him, but he didn't seem like he had any care in the world. (But she liked that about him. So far, anyway.)
Maybe he'd feel more comfortable with her if she gave him her name? That's what her health teacher had taught her, back in seventh grade. You always gave your name before offering help to people, though she personally thought that was silly because if someone really needed help then they didn't care about your name. But now seemed a safe time to do it. "My name is Noelle..." What was she supposed to say after that? She couldn't really remember. Something cheesy, she was sure. She didn't really want to go the cheesy route. "Are you okay? You looked really cool before...but did you hurt yourself, or something?"
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 22, 2014 12:53:47 GMT -5
Yes, Cyrille had been a bit too vague to have made the girl leave that easily. This girl was obviously far too sweet to abandon someone when they did not seem well. Huh. Cyrille and her probably could have been friends if things had worked out a bit more nicely. Then again, he probably wouldn’t be in One Star still if things had worked out nicely, which meant he also probably wouldn’t be here. Whatever. Worrying about hypotheticals was silly.
”No.” Cyrille replied, a bit more harshly than he should have. But... he couldn’t see the nurse. The school nurse was female, was she not? That was, quite possibly, the last thing he needed right now. Sitting down would be nice, but not if this girl was still around. That’d solve nothing.
The girl then went on to give her name. That seemed like an odd thing to do at the time, but alright. Common courtesy to give your name after someone introduced themselves, but they might have known his infamy if he did give his name. Mmm. That would not be good. Or maybe it would be? She’d go away, probably.
Cyrille took a deep breath to try to calm his nerves and let him talk properly. ”I am Cyrille Lécuyer.” He spoke, much calmer and softer when compared to his last words (or word, rather). There. That was his full name just in case there was anyone else named Cyrille in the school.
”I did hurt myself, actually” He said, his voice dropping even quieter. It was true. He had. Cyrille did not lie about trivial matters like that, even though that might end up being his downfall in the long run. ”But I am fine.”
That was a lie. Cyrille was not fine, but he usually lied when it came to the gynophobia and the like. Maybe this girl would get a clue that he did not want her company and would leave. Yes, that’d be ideal. But, perhaps it was a little bit too optimistic.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 15:12:28 GMT -5
She flinched a little at his harsh refusal. Perhaps she had been a little spoiled recently, because no one had used such a tone on her in quite a while. This was probably better, though, because she didn't need to be coddled because of horrors from the past. She was old enough to know that not everyone would be gentle with her, but his tone of voice still brought about a particularly unpleasant memory of a more abusive time in her life. She bit her lip and kept her head high, though, because it was silly to look weak in front of the person you were trying to help.
That didn't stop her from being on edge, a little worried of what he might do or say next. He sighed deeply, a neon sign telling her that he was suppressing something (which she assumed to be anger). And while that typically was a good sign, that he was aware that he needed to suppress whatever it was, she still felt herself take a small step back. She even reached up and wrapped her arms around herself, a protective gesture rather than a nervous one.
Then he spoke, and it was much softer. She was a little surprised by that, and she showed that visibly on her face. It was enough so that she didn't even really pay attention to the name or how pretty it sounded, though she went on to assume that it was a name she wouldn't be able to repeat. She managed to compose herself, though, and gave no sign that she had missed it. She nodded to acknowledge his introduction, before dropping her gaze to his arms as he spoke again. So he was hurt. Boys had a silly way of hiding when they were hurt, and rejecting help. Like now, actually, as he told her that he was fine. She didn't really believe him, but who was she to force help upon him. There wasn't much she could do anyway, since he had disagreed with everything she had suggested.
"Okay...if you say so..." Every single syllable expressed how much she didn't believe him, offering a silent second chance for him to ask for help. Though, she wasn't one to like people forcing their help upon her, so she certainly wouldn't bother him any further after this. She looked over her shoulder at the door, before looking back at him and waited for him to decide how this meeting would end.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Nov 8, 2014 16:54:17 GMT -5
If Cyrille had known what Noelle had experienced in her life, he would have felt absolutely horrible for talking so harshly to her. He was not one to really pity others, since if he considered it in relativity he just ended up pitying himself afterwards, but he was able to relate to quite a lot of hardships. Being broke, loss of a loved one, having to pick up a parent’s slack? Yea, yea. All that nonsense. Of course Cyrille did not enjoy talking to people about these manners anyway.
Though still having his back turned to the girl, Cyrille still payed close attention to the movements she made. If she were to rush up he’d manage to get out of the way before the situation got bad. He did not want to hit the girl for what seemed like no reason. She was just trying to be nice. Honourable, but a bad idea since it was him. Cyrille noted her take a step back, followed by some muffled sound he couldn’t quite determine. Movement of some sort, but not forward so it was not a big deal.
After a few moments the girl spoke again. So, she didn’t know his name, then. Cyrille wasn’t quite sure whether he should be relieved or disappointed. Perhaps he wasn’t as infamous as he thought he was? That was possible. Or, more likely, the girl was just new. Heck, she might just have trouble remembering foreign names. Didn’t matter. She’d figure out that he was not good company soon enough.
The words the girl spoke made it sound as though she did not believe him. Bah. Alright, fair enough. He hadn’t really done anything to make it seem like he was a-okay, now had he? Cyrille rolled his shoulder once more, his attention drawing to how much it actually hurt. Damn. That blade had hit in such an awkward place.
Cyrille was calm now. Or, as calm as he could be given the circumstance. Now he was finally able to turn around. ”I’ll take my leave.” He spoke quietly, letting his eyes trail towards the floor as he attempted to exit the room.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 0:10:49 GMT -5
No request for help came, and while she couldn't really say that she had been expecting one she was still a little disappointed. It didn't really feel right, just letting him go on with his hurt arm--maybe if he had agreed to see the nurse or something, she would have felt better. But she had no idea what he was going to do now; he could leave it, and then things could get worse. But at the same time, he might try and fix it on his own. Or maybe he was going to a doctor. She didn't know for sure, and that made her nervous.
She stepped out of his way as he attempted to leave, noticing that he wouldn't look at her. She looked a little torn, before finally speaking up with a "I hope it gets better soon..." And now that he was actually leaving, a bit of her usual courage sparked back to life as she added on "Please be safe from now on!" Then she let out a little puff of air through her nose, shaking her head a little. What a silly person. But she really did hope that he would be alright; he was a student here, so she'd probably bump into him again sometime. She hoped that she'd actually remember him. She didn't really get to see his face all that well, since the majority of the conversation happened with his back turned to her. But he had pretty distinctive hair, so she'd probably remember that much. Unless there were any other students with pink in their hair. She didn't imagine that there were, though.
It was a bit of a shame that he walked out first, though. She had every intention of leaving, and she hadn't meant to bother him while he was training. Not to mention she couldn't just follow him out. He already didn't like her very much, and he probably wouldn't appreciate her following after him. So now she had to stand awkwardly in the room, waiting for an appropriate amount of time to pass. She really just wanted to take a nap, but this was not a good place to do so. Maybe the infirmary would work? Or the library.
Infirmary had a bed, but no one would question her in the library. Especially if she hid herself well enough.
She counted to thirty, peeked around the door to make sure no pink-haired French men were still around, and then giggled to herself as she skipped out of the dojo and made her way to the library.
{The End}
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