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Post by michaelsss on Jan 19, 2011 22:37:16 GMT -5
When the power student had started his descend toward the other side of the school where the Forest was, the sun had just begun to set. Now, as he crossed over a sizable field of short, peat-brown grass that separated him and the Forest, the sky was just bright enough for Noland to be able to see clearly and the pink and orange streaks that were once abundant could now only be seen right at the horizon. Otherwise, the clouds had turned a lovely shade of navy and Noland thought they resembled one of his blankets as they crept across the sky, leaving only a few stars visible in their wake. The full moon, which troubled Noland a bit, was beaming over them and lit up the entirety of Power's Academy like a beacon. But even with the bright light that gave everything a surreal silver tint, especially the light fog, Noland couldn't help but notice that the close-nit trees of the forest, even with most of their leaves gone, left dark stunted shadows that shifted whenever the wind blew over the moist blades of grass. He knew there would be very little light once he was in.
The fine fall weather and his time spent with no one but himself had put Noland in a lovely mood. As far as he was concerned, there was no better time than spent with himself. But now, as he crept into the shadows cast by the massive trees, he couldn't have felt worse off. The little bit of time that it had taken him to get here had left Noland's quick mind a lot of time to dissect exactly what he was getting into by trying to prove himself; something that had always meant the world to him. There were a hundred thousand things that he could count that could kill him in an instant if he wasn't careful. He had to stop himself from turning round and see his friends loving te fact that for once in his life he was scared. He didn't want them to think he was already preparing for the worst and he didn't want them to hear if his soft voice happened to break.
He walked steadily for the most part, pacing himself to keep up with the wind. He had stopped clenching his teeth without realizing it as he drifted to the left, while glancing around him curiously and wondering how a bright and sunny Autumn day had been consumed by such a terrible and foreboding darkness. He did his best not to be intimidated by it all, especially when the cool air condensed the moisture into a rolling fog that settled around them. How cliche.. Of course this happens! he thought plainly. Of course, it did help to distract him as he checked himself.
"This is just like those horror-movies! he said to no one but himself. He was about to say that, in those strange motion pictures - which never ceased to intrigue him - this was the perfect scenario for him to have been snatched up by some dangerous creature and devoured when his focus shifted toward another, similar subject. Then, he realised he had just been talking to himelf. Maybe he was starting to lose it. He didn't seem to be really paying attention and he turned to face the cluster of trees that marked the very edge of the Forest. His voice fell to a barely audible whisper as he said, "Here we are."
Noland grit his teeth, steeling his nerves as he stared at the darkness in between the tree trunks. By now, the sun was completely gone and the hills in the distance hid whatever remaining light had retreated to beneath the horizon. Noland wasn't sure whether to be grateful for the moonlight or not. The fog had wound itself in between all of the trees and he could see it hovering over the vegetation past the trees. At least it would cover him a bit more if some wandering teacher happened to walk by and he wasn't far enough in. Wait, did he really want that? He inhaled sharply before whistling a cheery sounding tune for a second or two before rocking back and fourth on his heels, not really sure if he should bound off or wait.
"Right." he said, glancing behind him before looking back at the forest and following a winding line of vines with his eyes as he finally stepped forward before his run of bravery failed him. Trying his best to seem decisive, he closed the distance between himself and the line of dead-looking trees and moved until he found a little spot where the trees and various plants that he thought might actually be trying to trip him seemed to have either been pushed away or simply had grown in odd directions, leaving an open path he thought might be easier to start. There, he waited patiently, staring into the forest and squinting in the darkness as he tried to get an idea of what to expect. Under his breath, in a voice that was nearly inaudible, he was almost humming to himself, emphasizing only the more dramatic notes in the upbeat, albeit depressing, tune that was playing in his head; partially inspired by the fog and fear in his belly. Then, inhaling deeply he entered the Forest.
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 19, 2011 22:59:45 GMT -5
 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] Another day, another class, another hour spent away from the prison the teachers called school. It was a few weeks into the school year by now, and Clarissa had still not attended a single class. Well, she hadn't attended a single class. Her attendance sheet was filled in perfectly. She was present in all ways. A teacher even commented once how she had the correct answers when she answered questions in class. But the girl who sat in the back of the classroom in each class, staring at the clock and aimlessly answering the teacher's inquiries with whatever came to mind wasn't Clarissa. There was no way in hell that she wanted to go to class. She had no clue what they were learning. She spent her days, especially today, hanging out in the forest, close to the outter trees, perched up in the branches of the tall trees, relaxing in silence.
Somewhere between fifth and sixth hour, she fell asleep. It was more comfortable than one might expect up in the Oak tree's branches, she'd curled up next to the trunk, confident that she would not fall, and eventually dozed off in the soft light filtering through the branches above her.
She had no idea what time it was when she awoke. She only knew that it was dark. How had she slept for so long? Probably because she'd been using her power a lot lately. It drained her completely, allowing her to sleep for hours at a time.
Another thing that she knew was that something had woken her, and it had woken her suddenly. Clarissa woke with her heart beating in terror, her eyes darting around in fear. Without realizing it her stress activated her power, and five different versions of her appeared in the trees around her, encircling the unsuspecting kid who had woken her with his voice. The voices of all of the duplicates and Clarissa echoed through the still air, sounding pretty ominous in the silence. "Who's there?"
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Post by michaelsss on Jan 19, 2011 23:32:36 GMT -5
As the fog settled into the forest and the mist started to drift along the shadows made by the trees, a look of determination took a hold on Noland's face. The fact that it was dark and that the full moon was high in the sky slightly bothered him, though he knew that werewolves didn't exist. Yeah, just like special powers, though here he was, the living example. However, the fact that he was still walking helped him a little bit and he decided to go along with it. He may not have been the most fearless of people, but Noland wasn't backing down from the challenge, for whatever reason. Typically people shot down any crazy ideas and leaned more towards the safe end of things, but Noland wasn't doing that. For some reason, the boy was pushing his fears to the side and taking himself on quite the adventure.
"In we go," he said, his voice cracking and he gulped. Barreling along, he stumbled onto the path, catching his foot on a vine and nearly falling over into the forest. Gracefulness and stability on the ground were something that had escaped Noland and he was quite accident prone when not up in the air and flying. "Shit," he mumbled as he caught himself on a tree branch. Slowly releasing himself from the vine, he looked ahead. What to do now? Perhaps a clearing in the middle of the dense trees surrounding him or some dangerous animal that he could go spy on. Whatever the case, it was bound to be an adventure and he was all for it. Running his hand through his hair and waiting to relax a bit from all the tension, Noland leaned up against one of the trees and crossed his arms, getting comfortable with the environment around him. The silence that pervaded the forest was calming in a way and though there was still the whisper of the breeze and the occasional rustle of some form of creature, Noland felt quite at ease there. Sure, it was creepy in a horror film sort of way, but he couldn't help but smile lightly as his eyes flicked around, taking in everything around him.
A strange noise came from behind him and Noland quickly turned his head to see what it was. However, the darkness had taken over and even when peering into the darkness, he couldn't make out what it was rustling in the bushes. "Woah, what was that? he asked, turning around and holding onto the tree, looking around it and into the forest. He paused, turning his head quickly to the left at the sound of some twig snapping in the distance. He froze, staring into the space he was sure he had heard noises from. He could feel his heart beginning to thump wildly in his chest again as every noise became suspicious to him. The rustle of leaves, the movement of the foliage, the shifting of the smaller trees, all of those things became reasons to worry to him. His hands fisted at his sides as he felt them begin to shake. But he was determined not to let himself down and in spite of his fears, he began moving off toward a large downward sloping hill where a massive dead tree appeared to have been partially uprooted, providing a small sort of burrow beneath the tangle of exposed roots. Then, suddenly 5 or more people appeared around him, their voices sounding like sirens in his ears.
Then, his power kicked in. Without realising it, he created a sudden gust of wind that threw down all the others, judging by the distinctive sounds that he heard. His eyes were closed and he intented to keep them that way until he was ready. Which he wasn't going to be any time soon. All he wanted to do now was to fly away from here, right now. However, his feet were still on the unsteady ground. Opening his eyes, he imagined what he was going to see. Terrifying creatures lurked inside his mind, making their appearance only to make sure that he wasn't going to open his eyes. Shaking a little bit, he opened them and took in his surroundings that hadn't changed save one thing....or five at the matter.
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 19, 2011 23:57:34 GMT -5
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] Out of all the things that Clarissa had been expecting after she woke so suddenly (serial killer, rapist, party, drunkard, those sorts of things) a gust of wind was the last thing she would have ever expected. A moment ago the air and atmosphere had been so calm, though tense because of Clarissa's own emotions. Now it was shattered by a violent wind, and since Clarissa was not expecting it and therefore was off balance, it happened to be strong enough to throw her out of the tree, crashing to the ground with a shriek and landing with a thud.
Pain. Nothing but pain. The gust had also blown away all of her duplicates, who lay scattered on the ground like broken dolls. An unfortunate side effect of Clarissa's powerful ability: any damage inflicted to a duplicate was inflicted upon her in pain. That was why she was cursing her heart out as her duplicates flickered to non-existance around her, since she didn't have the concentration to keep them going. Was anything broken? No, it didn't look like it. She'd been sitting rather high up in the oak tree, so she'd definitely have some nasty bruises to display proudly over the next week, but at least there wasn't any permanent damage that she could tell of. That meant she could save all of her energy that might be meant on ordering for a doctor to yelling at the idiot who'd done this to her.
"You stupid son of a bitch!" she hissed, finally grasping enough control of herself to stand up, every part of her body still throbbing as she glared at the boy who had unknowingly injured her so much. "What the hell was that for?"
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Post by michaelsss on Jan 20, 2011 0:22:19 GMT -5
As soon as he opened his eyes, Noland saw a girl on the ground. "Shit" he exlaimed, upon realising what had just happened. Noland set his teeth and walked cautiously to her. He had to duck down to avoid a low hanging branch and as the ground beneath his feet dipped into a downward slope, Noland pressed a hand to the rough trunk of a tree to his left to steady himself. His pace proved to be quite useless; slow and deliberate and almost cat-like as he turned his head this way and that to peer into the dark forest. He stood up straight as he moved along the fast disappearing path he had found and lifted his head to gaze up at the spindly top branches that stretched upward toward the cloudy sky. The wind cut through the Forest and the branches swayed back and forth and the trees creaked quietly as they seemed to strain with the effort of resistance. Noland watched, fascinated by them, until he caught sight of the girl still on the ground. His eyes fell to her and he stopped walking at once so that he came just short of toppling right into her. He gave her a sympathetic look before turning to face her directly. "Are you okay?" Apparently she wasn't. Because just a second later she stood up and swore at him.
Stumbling backwards, he found that this new territory was slippery with dampened leaves and soft dirt that squelched under his shoes in some places. He looked down, noticing puddles that had formed. Following a few thin roots that had weaved in between the wet spots with his eyes, he thought for a moment. Turning to the girl, he opened his mouth as though to say something but quickly closed it again when the distinct sounds of rustling leaves caught his attention. After checking to be sure the girl had not fallen again he stepped around a large, mossy stone and over a knotted bunch of thorny vines and made his way over towards her.
He closed the distance between himself and the girl relatively quickly while carefully dodging several strange looking plants that blocked his path. "You all right?" he would ask every now and again, looking at her curiously as though he suspected she might fall into a random hole or be snatched up by something. Heaven forbid! As he approached the girl, he put his hands out to brace himself as he stopped in front of her in case she decided to hit him. I'm sorry, I was just...um...just....I thought you were something....else" he said, trying not to look at her. "You just scared the crap out of me".
It was very dark, he noted; darker than when he had first come into the Forest. Another sudden sound and he jerked back, yelping quietly before trying to cover himself with a nervous chuckle. He could hear it clearly now as the thing moved noisily about, bumping into surrounding trees and throwing up leaves. Steady, Noland. Keep ye reet and follow yer feet or yal be deet. He shook his head. No time to think about books now! "I'm Noland by the way" he said, extending his hand for her to shake it, though he wasn't sure if she would. Then, he heard a low growl from somewhere to his right.
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Post by clarissa amber giroux. on Jan 20, 2011 0:42:41 GMT -5
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] Having just been thrown out of a tree a few short seconds after waking up, Clarissa was in no mood to be asked how she was doing. Nor was she in any mood to answer with any sort of polite language or tone. Clarissa did not live off of manners, usually. The word held practically no meaning to her. It was a trivial little tradition of society. Nothing more. However, realizing that this guy was genuinely sorry, she decided to lay off of the swearing for a little while, instead trading in her foul mouth for a sarcastic, biting tone, "The bogeyman lives under your bed, not in the middle of the forest."
She practically lived in this forest. To be cautious and frightened of entering it was absolutely absurd. "This forest holds 'scary' creatures like deer and foxes and the occasional bear. No werewolves or vampires." To tell the truth, last week when a bear had lumbered underneath the tree Clarissa sat in she had been quite frightened, but she was safe from it and it hadn't tried to attack her or anything.
She sighed slightly, awkwardly reaching out her hand to grasp his and shake it before immediately letting go. Formalities like hand shaking weren't something she was especially comfortable with. Too much contact with others. Too many manners and pleasantries involved. But as far as she could tell, this Noland guy didn't mean any harm. Why not humor him? "I'm Clarissa," she introduced herself in a slightly warmer and more polite tone. Maybe she was just deaf, but in her agitation and flustered state from the fall she missed hearing whatever noise Noland heard.
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