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#Post#: 564--------------------------------------------------
Corridors
By: Mascii Date: May 26, 2013, 9:55 pm
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The corridors of the school are cleaned regularly during the
week, set up to be cleaned during the lowest traffic times at
the school. They are kept impeccably clean, and most of the
hallways have been renovated recently, with water-conserving
fountains, large picture windows, and elevators that work less
than reliably these days. When most of the buildings was being
rebuilt, the elevators were pushed to the bottom of the list,
resulting in odd behaviors on the occasion - a floor skipped,
waiting on a floor with the doors shut for almost a minute, and
such things.
The corridors wind around in strange directions, so the small
signs around most corners can sometimes be necessary if you
don't know your way around so well at the school yet.
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Re: Corridors
By: Mascii Date: May 26, 2013, 10:20 pm
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Yukito
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His backpack slung over one shoulder, Yukito let out a weary
sigh as he stepped onto the elevator. He had just finished one
of his computer classes on the first basement floor, but now
that classes were over for the day, he had to go all the way up
to the top floor to hand over his 'journal' to Dr. Spenser. It
was kind of a pain, really, but nothing too major. Yukito was
just feeling more and more tired these days, and he couldn't
explain why. Maybe he was getting lazy, and it was affecting
him. Or the slip ups in the diet regime Hal had laid down for
him was freaking his body out...
A girl was on the elevator with him. He recognized her as one of
the girls Reese had talked about recently, but if Reese had
named her, Yukito couldn't remember. He did know that Reese had
called her 'Firebender' a few times, which had made Yukito roll
his eyes more than once. But it wasn't like he had anything to
speak with her about, so he didn't look her way. He straightened
his jacket, moving to the back of the elevator and crossing his
arms over his chest to take up less space, watching the colored
lights of the elevator passing each floor. The elevator creaked
and groaned in a gross sort of way, and Yukito could feel the
grinding of gears as it worked heavily to lift them upwards.
4.....5.....6....7....
A noisy shudder from the elevator, and it stopped abruptly
halfway between the 7th and 8th floors just as it had started to
reach momentum. Yukito heard a clattering sound from above, like
metallic raindrops on a tin roof, and he looked up in concern.
"What the hell..." he mumbled. After a second, he stepped
forward towards the elevator keypad, when the entire elevator
dropped another full floor length, making Yukito stumble and
fall halfway onto his knees. That is...not good.
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Re: Corridors
By: Tigger Date: May 28, 2013, 9:03 am
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Jessica Seeley
It had been a freakishly good day for Jess, despite how crazy
everything in her life had seemed to be in the past week. Her
schedule was completely booked- the way she liked it. Life just
seemed so happily simple when everything was laid out ahead of
time. There was no sitting in her room questioning what to do
next or who to ask to hang out with her. It was especially nice
when some guy would ask her out on a date and she needed a quick
excuse. Saying, ‘Sorry, I’m booked.’ was a heck of a lot better
than openly insulting said guy with the reasons why she didn’t
want to go to his sad excuse for a party.
Jessica wasn’t a busy body by any means, but when it all came
down to it, the bad things that happened in her life seemed less
sucky when she knew she had things to do and people who counted
on her. She had even planned out a time to meet one of the boys
in her class on the rooftop. He wasn’t exceedingly handsome, by
any means. In fact, she was almost completely certain that she
would never go out with him but he had a nice smile and it was
always good for her to be seen being social with people at the
school. Jess had already made up her mind that she would do
everything in her power to not be the rich, social outcast that
everyone seemed to like to portray in movies. Another (more
selfish) reason she was going to meet the guy was because he had
an amazing habit of giving her compliments every day when class
started. He was a shameless flirt, and she needed a little
harmless shamelessness after the week she had. It wasn’t that
she needed the extra attention, and it didn’t necessarily have
to be from a boy. It was just the thought that someone took time
out of their day to talk to her one-on-one and tell her exactly
how good she looks, how nice her outfits were, her voice, or
even just good comments about her personality.
Normally she would have just taken the stairs, but she decided
to treat herself for once and not walk all the way to the top
floor.
It didn’t come as a shock to her when the doors opened a moment
and someone else walked in- it was a school, after all. At first
glance, she could tell that he was absolutely nothing like her.
His shoulders seemed to hunch forward, and she could only
imagine what that sort of terrible posture would make him look
like when he was old. She mentally shuddered at the thought. He
didn’t seem dirty, though… it was more like he didn’t care about
what he wore. Hair fell in his face like he was trying to look
like a vocalist from one of those scream-o bands that Jess could
have sworn made her ears bleed once. The look on his face made
him look kind of sickly in her eyes. Not an attractive look, but
she could relate on some days. She was blessed with being a
female, and getting to use makeup to cover up the half-dead
zombie look.
He straightened his jacket momentarily before moving to the back
of the elevator. The boy didn’t utter a word, and for once Jess
was content with the sometimes awkward silence that was commonly
associated with elevators. The creaking noises that the machine
made always made her uneasy, so she decided just to focus on
those instead. Thoughts of Tower of Terror accidents were a ton
better than an awkward, half-hearted, mini conversation with
some guy who looked like he could either start head-banging or
drop to the ground in a coma at any moment… or both.
Then the elevator stopped, but the doors didn’t open. Jessica
went rigid. This was the stuff of nightmares, for her. "What the
hell..." he mumbled and she ignored him, quickly moving towards
the control panel and emergency button. This was a mistake. A
fraction of a second after she got there, the useless machine
dropped down another floor. Her heart stopped as she lost her
balance on her high heels and managed to fall on her backside.
She would have sat there in shock/ fear if it weren’t for the
fact that she was wearing a mini dress and was in a very
inappropriate position. Her whole face turned pink as she got up
to sit on her knees, one hand bracing herself against the wall.
She whispered a string of curse words in her mind as she pushed
a few strands of hair out of her face.
“Please tell me this is some sick joke,” she said out loud, not
really talking to the boy as much as voicing her thoughts. She
clenched her fists at her sides to hide the fact that her hands
were shaking.
“You wouldn’t by chance be a closet mechanic or something, would
you?” Jessica looked over at him, smiling half-heartedly. “I
thought not.” She replied to her own question as she looked up
at the roof of the elevator, not really giving him time to
answer.
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Re: Corridors
By: Mascii Date: May 28, 2013, 6:26 pm
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Yukito Ramsey
When the elevator creaked and groaned to a halt, both of them
started for the elevator buttons, only to find themselves hurled
toward the ground violently as they fell another full
floor-length. The girl had it worse, since she was wearing
ridiculous high heels, and the force flung her to the other side
of the elevator. Yukito's shoulder slammed roughly into one of
the handle bars that ran the length of the interior, and he
pursed his lips to suppress the hiss of pain that wanted to
escape. From his spot on the floor, he reached up and pressed
the emergency elevator button, which lit up momentarily and then
went out as he released it. He frowned, pressing it again just
to be sure, and the same thing happened. He wasn't sure if it
was broken, or if it wasn't meant to stay lit, but it worried
him, nonetheless.
Over his shoulder, he looked over at the girl who had fallen,
and found her still in one piece, although she was obviously
disheveled.
“Please tell me this is some sick joke,” she said out loud,
halting him from asking if she was alright. Obviously she wasn't
the type to need anyone to worry about her. “You wouldn’t by
chance be a closet mechanic or something, would you?”
She looked over at him, strands of her blond hair falling into
her face. Yukito sent her a look. “I thought not.”
Yukito wanted to roll his eyes, but he really didn't have the
energy for it. Instead, he pulled out his cell phone. Of course,
there was no cell service. He found it ironic that with all the
technology they had, the capabilities they had with the
Enhancements in their very own bodies, that they still couldn't
managed to get a cell phone signal in a little box. "We'll just
have to wait," he stated, wanting to add, 'so just shut up', but
refraining from doing so. He really didn't care if she messed up
her perfect hair or shoes, and even without Reese's Enhancement,
he could feel waves of her judgement just emanating from her
green eyes. If she was going to spend the whole time whining,
that was up to her. He was certain they had nothing in common in
which to talk about, so he didn't even try. Instead, he stared
at his phone, silently willing it to gain even a slight signal
so he could make sure someone knew they were in there.
He moved to the far corner of the elevator, sitting with his
knees drawn up, leaning his chin in one palm, his jacket sleeve
pull up so that it served as a sort of cushion as he stared into
his phone with a bored expression. "And even if I was a closet
mechanic, I doubt the problem is on the inside of the elevator.
It's a hydraulic, so most of the issues are below us, at the
bottom of the shaft. Not exactly accessible from in here, I
would think." He attempted to write a text to Hal to let him
know about the situation, sure that his father would have some
sort of solution instantly. As he texted, he casually added,
"Elevators are actually kind of archaic in design, that's why
they're not very reliable." He hadn't meant his words to sound
like he was a know-it-all, but he was beyond bored and feeling
very detached, so he didn't really care much if she labeled him
as a nerd or a show-off or whatever. His nonchalance came
through in his voice, but he doubted that would have much impact
on her opinion of him. He just hoped that someone would come
soon to release them. He didn't like how closed in the space
was. And it wasn't like elevators had a window.. It was actually
very close in the room, and Yukito didn't do so hot in small
spaces. He attempted to send the message, and watched as it
blinked 'failed to send'. He frowned at the phone in distaste.
It was just his luck, wasn't it?
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Re: Corridors
By: Tigger Date: May 29, 2013, 6:48 am
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Jessica Seeley
"We'll just have to wait," he stated, and she rolled her eyes.
Of course they would have to wait, there was no way she would
try and ninja her way out of the situation and risk breaking her
neck or something. She had seen enough horror movies involving
elevators to know that trying to escape on their own was a
stupid idea. Plus, there was no telling whether or not the thing
would stay still. At any moment it could decide to go crazy and
drop the rest of the way down. He stared at his phone and she
mentally hit herself for forgetting hers in her car. The
disappointed look on his face screamed that his had no signal.
With a mental sigh, she removed her heels and laid them in front
of her. As awesome as they looked, they just weren’t practical
in this sort of situation, especially if she stood and the
elevator dropped again. Glancing over at the boy, she saw him in
the opposite corner, all curled up like someone in a mental
hospital. She arched an eyebrow when she noticed that he was
still staring at his phone, almost like he was trying to will it
to get signal. Sighing, she decided that she couldn’t really
blame him. If she had had her IPhone then she would have been
doing the exact same thing. Not to mention the fact that phones
gave people an excuse to not feel quite so awkward when they are
put in mildly uncomfortable situations… like, say… getting
trapped in an elevator with someone you’ve never met.
"And even if I was a closet mechanic, I doubt the problem is on
the inside of the elevator. It's a hydraulic, so most of the
issues are below us, at the bottom of the shaft. Not exactly
accessible from in here, I would think." He spoke as he typed,
"Elevators are actually kind of archaic in design, that's why
they're not very reliable."She ignored the mini nerd-out,
choosing to dig in her purse for something to take her attention
away from the fact that she was stuck in a faulty elevator with
some guy she had never met before. There wasn’t really much,
unless she intended on redoing her makeup or nails in front of a
complete stranger.
“Well then,” she started, turning her body to face him, “My
name’s Jessica.” She held her hand out to him for a handshake.
She knew that they may only be there for a little while, but
decided that it would be better to get to know each other
instead of staring silently at the wall the whole time like
statues and have to refer to each other as ‘the dude/chick I got
trapped in the elevator with that one time.’
She bit back a question about him being Asian, mainly because
she knew conversations like that turned sour fast. Most of the
time, the ‘Asians’ weren’t from Asia, more like New York or
something. It was too easy for her to stick her foot in her
mouth if race was a topic. Mentally, she went through a list of
conversation starters, none really applied to him, though.
Laying her head back against the side of the elevator wall, she
closed her eyes for a moment. Tight spaces didn’t usually bother
her, but when you throw in a dose of broken elevator fear and a
whole other person… She was panicking a little. She bit her
lower lip and opened her eyes to stare up at the ceiling. She
wanted to ask how long he thought that they would be stuck, but
she knew that he probably had just about as much of a clue as
she did. Plus, even if he did know, that would have been one of
the first things someone sane would mention. From the looks of
him, he was exhausted, but not insane.
“I was supposed to meet someone.” Jessica laughed a little,
still looking up. She wasn’t really complaining, just stating a
fact. She really didn’t honestly care about the boy enough to
complain about not getting to see him. Now that she thought
about it, it was a bit weird that he asked her if she could come
to the roof. She had been up there before, and it wasn’t very
exciting. Mainly dirty. One thing she did feel bad about was not
being able to reach him to tell him that she wouldn’t be able to
come. Silently, she wondered about how long he would stay there,
waiting for her. She frowned.
Reaching into her bag, Jessica grabbed the two carbonated water
bottles (one peach flavored and the other a white grape flavor)
and rolled the grape over to him, keeping her favorite for
herself. Silently, she was glad that she had planned to go
exercising after she met up with the guy from class. She always
made sure to have tons of water for running and such. Plus, she
managed to grab a can of soda before she walked out of her door
that morning… but that was for her, especially after the type of
day she was beginning to have. “It’s not the greatest in
flavored water, but it’s okay.” She shrugged, opening her own
bottle and taking a small drink of it before twisting on the cap
again.
“So…” she began slowly, “Up for Twenty Questions?”
The game was ultimately silly, but it did give her the
opportunity to get to know him in a no-pressure type situation,
as well as give her ideas on things to talk about. There had to
be something they had in common, whether it was their favorite
movie as a child or favorite food. Hell, at that moment it could
have been something they strongly disagreed on, and she would
have been happy for the conversation. At that point, she didn’t
really care. To not say anything would be borderline rude, and
there was no way she was going to sit in a dinky old elevator
silently when there was a good chance that they wouldn’t be
rescued for a while.
#Post#: 599--------------------------------------------------
Re: Corridors
By: Mascii Date: May 30, 2013, 4:53 am
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Yukito Ramsey
It was like someone had just locked him in a room with Barbie's
incarnate. Why did fate really hate him this much? He already
had a fear of closed in spaces, he was utterly exhausted, Reese
wasn't talking to him, and now life wanted to slap him in the
face with his own social anxiety to force him in a room alone
with some uppity girl who had less in common with him than the
tortoise and the hare.
“Well then,” she said, ignoring his comment about the elevator.
He figured she wouldn't care, although he knew he'd said it in
very straightforward English. “My name’s Jessica.”
It took him a moment to realize that she was holding her hand
out to him. He didn't want to reach out and take her manicured
hand in his own, but he did, mechanically replying with,
“Yukito.”
At least she was trying to be nice, and she wasn't rambling his
ear off...yet. Silence enveloped them for awhile, and Yukito
preferred it, at least for awhile. Until the lack of noise
started to press in on him, like the walls of the elevator. And
the air felt like it was slowly getting thicker, and he wasn't
even sure how high up they were, or if anyone had gotten the
emergency message to let them know they were here. A glance
around told him that the elevator wasn't well ventilated, so it
really was only a matter of time until they started having
trouble breathing...
He felt his palms start to sweat, but he hid his fearful
expression under a mask of boredom. He did still jerk a little
in surprise when 'Jessica' spoke, however. “I was supposed to
meet someone.” she laughed, saying it as if he cared at all.
We're stuck in an elevator, not holding hands. I'm not here to
become friends with you, Barbie.
Yukito let out a little sigh, fighting the urge to reveal how
irritable he was feeling. Instead, he nonchalantly replied, “Me
too,” although he was quite certain that she hadn't been going
to turn in paperwork to her high school therapist. “But for
different reasons,” he added, his voice dropping with the
statement as he rested his chin on his knee.
She began to move around, then, and Yukito watched her
carefully, the part of his brain that was struggling hard not to
panic worrying that too much movement would cause the elevator
to drop again, and that they may not be so lucky next time.
Jessica, meanwhile, was casually pulling two carbonated water
bottles out of her bag, rolling one over to him. He picked it up
and inspected it for a moment, surprised that she'd offered to
share with a complete stranger. “It’s not the greatest in
flavored water, but it’s okay.” She shrugged, taking a sip.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, opening it carefully and taking a sip. It
tasted awful, but she'd been nice enough to offer it to him, so
he drank it anyway.
“So…” she began slowly, “Up for Twenty Questions?”
If his friends hadn't been so obsessed with the game recently,
Yukito wouldn't have known what she was talking about. As it
was, he was getting used to the odd guessing game. He lifted one
shoulder in a shrug, scooting his cell phone to a different spot
on the floor and clicking the 'resend message' button. “Sure,
why not.”
If only the text would go through, he was sure that Hal would
know exactly what steps to take on how to find him and get them
both out of here. Yukito forced himself to take shallow breaths,
conserving their air if he could, but not making it obvious to
Jessica. No reason to concern her when she was doing so well at
taking it in stride, right? Yukito took a sip of the carbonated
water, waiting for Jess' first question.
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Re: Corridors
By: Tigger Date: May 30, 2013, 7:25 am
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Jessica Seeley
“I was supposed to meet someone.”
Yukito let out a sigh, “Me too,” there was a moment of silence.
“But for different reasons,” Her eyebrow arched curiously as she
wondered why he felt the need to add that. What did he think she
was doing? She could have been meeting a teacher or some sort of
tutor, hell she could have been meeting Clarence for all he
knew. Just to assume that one person knew exactly what the other
was going to do was really kind of stupid. If they were both
meeting someone, who’s to say that it’s not the same person
until they reach their destinations and find out? It was almost
like he was vocally trying to put as much distance from her as
possible, as if there was a herd of blind people secretly
listening in that needed to know that the two students were not
affiliated with each other or something. It was painfully
obvious that they were nothing like each other, so why couldn’t
he just get over it? She was making an effort to not talk about
stuff that would make him want to bust open the roof of the
elevator and ninja-climb his way to freedom and she could still
think of something to say. Was it really so difficult for him?
Her brain halted in its’ tracks, the mental version of Yukito
that she had shimmying up the elevator shaft stopped in
mid-motion as a series of questions entered her mind. What if he
was foreign and didn’t know a lot of English? Well, that didn’t
make sense because his nerd-out earlier proved that he did…
unless those were the only sentences he could form? …Nah. What
if he had some sort of speech impediment that he could only help
when he said certain words? That also didn’t make much sense.
What if he was just trying to act like one of those
lone/you-don’t know-what-I’ve-been-through types and he was just
trying to act the part? Most likely. In all honesty, people like
that made her twitchy. Everyone has had a raw deal at some point
in their lives. Families are dysfunctional, friends stab friends
in the back- or sometimes the front. No one has ever had
everything they wanted. That was life, so the whole ‘pity me’
routine was pointless. But as idiotic as it was, people still
did it- acting like they are the only one in the world who has
had problems. It grated on her nerves ever so slightly.
Putting those thoughts from her mind for the moment, Jessica
rolled a drink over to him. “It’s not the greatest in flavored
water, but it’s okay.” She shrugged, taking a sip of her own
bottle.
“Thanks,” he said simply.
Another moment of silence. ‘Geez, was this kid a mute in another
life or something?’ From the way he spoke and his expressions,
she was beginning to notice that he didn’t want to talk. A smirk
twitched on the corner of her mouth as her eyes narrowed
momentarily. ‘Well then, Mr. Mime… I wanna play a game. She
would get him to have a conversation about something, even if
she had to resort to gradeschool games.
“So…” she began slowly, “Up for Twenty Questions?”
“Sure, why not.” Another short answer.
“Is it an animal?”
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Re: Corridors
By: Mascii Date: May 31, 2013, 4:41 am
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Yukito Ramsey
She had altered his opinion of her slightly, just from the offer
of the bottle. Even if he hated flavored water in general, he
felt as if he could taste her friendly intent in them. Even if
it was a shallow sort of intent, in a 'I don't want to die here
clawing your head off' kind of way, it meant something to him.
Even if he couldn't completely ignore his nervousness, or his
inability to communicate with people he didn't know very well,
he should still make an effort, right? But Yukito could think of
nothing he wanted to discuss with her, so he began to hope that
a comfortable silence could envelop them in a warm and familiar
blanket. Unfortunately, his companion in this little box thought
otherwise. And truth be told, he was feeling kind of off from
the enclosed space, so perhaps the distraction was for the best.
“So…” she began slowly, “Up for Twenty Questions?”
“Sure, why not.” His mind quickly did a mental scouring of his
bedroom back at home, eager for something that wouldn't be weird
or impossible to guess. When he had first tried playing he had
been too specific, and no one had been able to guess. It had
taken him a few games to discover that the game only seemed fun
when the thing chosen was guessed correctly at some point. He
gave a slow nod, his object chosen.
“Is it an animal?”
"No," he said, shifting then, turning to face her more
straightforwardly from his spot. He was still curled up in the
corner of the elevator, his arms draped across his drawn-up
knees. But his eyes looked up to watch her expression, curious
as to how long it would take her to figure it out. His interest
was piqued, now. After waiting a moment, he looked down and
shifted his cell phone again, hitting the resend button for the
fiftieth time. He was determined to make it go through. The
elevator showed no signs of cooperating, and he was concerned
that at any moment, the lights would go completely out. And then
what would they do?
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