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 Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 11:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:10 pm
Mira SahimeFrozen Hearted You really think that I care.... A slight girl who looked no older than seventeen pushed open the door to her new dorm, a single suitcase holding all of her meager possessions. To have only a single bag seemed absurd in this place that was elegant, modern, and expensive in taste. Stepping inside, she shut the door behind herself and surveyed her new home. It was the first home she would have in more than 50 years, if she didn't count the house of the couple who had taken care of her recently. Some sort of expression would be expected, but her face was empty, expressionless as a doll. Neither excitement nor dismay flickered within her eyes, only detached observation.
Her steps were measured and even as she walked through the apartment silently, only a soft padding sound indicating her movement. The living areas didn't interest her; all she wanted was to find her bedroom and rest in there, in that pleasing darkness she intended to create. Had she any choice, she wouldn't be anywhere near this place, simply because attending school would be troublesome. Inconvenience was simply irritating to her, though nothing truly upset her.
It took little time for her to find the room labeled with her name, the room meant for her, and she entered. Her brows furrowed ever so slightly in distaste. It was much too gaudy and opulent for her taste. That, and it was bright. Before intruding further, she willed the room to darken slightly, until it was a pleasant dimness. Done with that, she crossed to the bed and sat on the edge, leaving the suitcase sitting. She had fulfilled the instructions given to her at her arrival. Now, she needed to do nothing, and so she simply sat unmoving in the darkness, few thoughts running through her cold mind. ....if my life ends here?
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:14 pm
Mira SahimeFrozen Hearted You really think that I care.... At last, something changed. There was the noise of someone entering noisily into the dorm, and their voice calling out a greeting. A male. It was only a slight surprise to hear him call out her name, asking if she had arrived. Obviously, she had. But whether or not she would find it too troublesome to answer his inquiry was a different story. For a long minute, she sat still and silent as she had for a while before, until finally, she decided that the inconvenience of the trouble that could come from not answering outweighed the troublesome inconvenience of opening her mouth to speak.
"I have indeed arrived," she called quietly. She wasn't about to raise her voice; if he didn't hear her, that was his own fault. A moment after she had spoken, she rose and padded over to the door. There was little point in delaying the moment in which she would meet her roommate. Her flat eyes glancing downwards, she opened the door. "It would seem that you know me, but I don't know you." Surely this would satisfy the requirements of manners. Beyond this, she had little care to get to know her roommate, just as she had little care to acquaint herself with anyone.
The only reason she was even in this place was because a generous vampire couple had insisted that she attend after providing housing for her for several years. It would be troublesome to owe them more than she already did, so she had surrendered and agreed to attend the school. To her, there was nothing worse than a troublesome person who didn't leave her to her own admittedly boring devices. ....if my life ends here?
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:48 pm
Mira SahimeFrozen Hearted You really think that I care.... Mira watched his bow with no reaction, and acknowledged his apology with a curt nod. "Very well. Niccolo, I will tell you now that I find it too troublesome to have friends or enemies. I am simply living here out of necessity, that is all," she said. Again, she had spoken softly, little to no inflection in her voice, only enough to make her point understood. Truly, she seemed more like a doll than a living being. She stepped out of her room and passed Niccolo to reach the living room, dimming the room slightly as she went so the light wasn't quite as intrusive to her eyes.
In the living room, she turned and sat on the edge of the couch, her soulless eyes staring straight forward once again, as if she were alone. Her posture was guarded and stiff, drawn in slightly. "What race might you be?" she asked. Since she had never actually had any experience with other races, she had no likes or dislikes, but she held a faint hope that he would be a race that wasn't too troublesome. His bright blonde hair was already slightly painful to look at. Once, just once, did her eyes flicker momentarily over to see if he followed. ....if my life ends here?
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 12:08 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:52 pm
Mira SahimeFrozen Hearted You really think that I care.... An angel? How troublesome. They were said to be bright, cheerful, and light. Everything she wasn't. She had never done well dealing with bright people, even as a human. It was inconceivable to her that there were truly things to be cheerful for, or that it was worth it to care about others. Nothing in life was worth any effort. Through the decades she had lived, that was the conclusion she had reached. It could change, she supposed, but logic told her that it was unlikely.
Her gaze lingered on him longer than a moment because he took a seat directly across from her, but she saw him no longer than a moment. They seemed to stare straight through him as her focus left her sight. After sitting silently in thought, she spoke softly. "I request that you do not bring excessive light into the dorm while I am around; it pains my eyes." She shifted slightly to fold her hands in her lap. Uncaring though she might be, proper posture fit quite well with her detached demeanor. ....if my life ends here?
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 1:29 pm
Mira SahimeFrozen Hearted You really think that I care.... It was a slight surprise to Mira that her roommate would ask her if there was anything she wanted to change. No one had shown such consideration to her in her life, and the concept was foreign to her. Things were as they were, and there was little point in changing that. "It may stay as it is. I intend to keep my tenure here brief."
Her gaze fell down to her hands and the corners of her mouth turned down slightly. "That is my hope, anyways," she added quietly. A moment later, her expression returned to lifeless blankness. "Has the kitchen any bread?" Vampire she might be, but blood she refused to drink. It weakened her somewhat, but she insisted on scraping by on whatever nutrition she could absorb through human food. It had worked for decades, and she would make it keep working. ....if my life ends here?
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 9:54 pm
Mira SahimeFrozen Hearted You really think that I care.... "Whole wheat is adequate," she said. She abruptly stood and made her way to the kitchen area after Niccolo, glancing around. It was certainly nicer than she was used to, much more so. She had not experienced a kitchen often since before she was a vampire. It was somewhat strange to her to be in such a nice kitchen, especially when she had no need for it. She didn't cook, after all, simply at bread to sustain herself without blood.
Her red eyes flickered to her roommate at his intrusive question, and she stared at him for several seconds before responding. "I see little point in remaining here. I do not wish to care for any people, nor do I care to burden myself with memories of a loved place." She turned her gaze from him to study the cabinetry as she paced past him. "Love and affection are fleeting lies that leave hurt in their wake. Why expose yourself to them?" ....if my life ends here?
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 10:28 pm
 𝔑𝔦𝔠𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬 ____ℜ𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦Far below, the bitter snow; lies a flower blooming, in the shadows...  Pain and sorrow- two emotions vey unfitting of an angel to show so freely- took their place upon his features.
"Though they may leave hurt in their wake... it is a blissful pain that leaves one addicted to the longing... to be held... to be understood..."
The light in the room dimmed signifigantly as he turned his face away.
"You must think me a fool for saying such things. Please forgive me for asking about such personal matters."
Never had he wanted to recall his past life. It was one thing he wished to never relive. Yet here he was, in the kitchen of the dorm rooms, nearly ready to cry.
'Best not to trouble her with the former human life of such a pathetic man...' He told himself. So he straightened his back and willed the lights back the way she had them, then glanced her direction to see her looking at the cabinets. It comforts me... saving me... from all I see...
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 9:22 pm
Mira SahimeFrozen Hearted You really think that I care.... Mira's eyes flickered over to see two familiar emotions expose themselves on Niccolo's face, feelings that were ever present in her own ice-encased heart. For just a moment, her face mirrored his before it turned to bitterness at the memories that jumped to her mind. Echoes of angry yells and heavy blows surged through her mind and a violent shudder coursed through her body. A moment later, her defenses were in place again and her mind on lockdown, the only evidence of her brief moment of weakness in the bitter expression remaining on her face.
"Fool, indeed. Love has only lent me betrayals and bitter pain. What bliss could it ever give?" Curtly, she turned on her heel and stalked back out to the living room, where she sat stiffly on the couch once again. It hadn't slipped past her notice that the light had dimmed as he had spoken of love. It was obvious to her that he had also been burned by that emotion. Truly, she had never felt it, either in her own heart or from others.
Gaze flat and guarded, she watched her roommate to see his reaction to her words. ....if my life ends here?
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 11:08 pm
𝔑𝔦𝔠𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬 ____ℜ𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦Far below, the bitter snow; lies a flower blooming, in the shadows... Releasing a breath he didn't realize he was ever holding, his demeanor did not change back into the confident man that he was a moment ago.
He had a servant heart; so willing to give and to serve, but the pain of every rejection and of every harsh word dealt felt like the first.
"Is there anything I can do for you Miss Sahime?" He asked once he could trust his voice tnot to give way to a river of tears.
His healing nature told him to pry, but his past life said otherwise. If he did not want to relive his past, he could not ask another to do the same.It comforts me... saving me... from all I see...
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