Post by Onira on Jul 6, 2006 2:01:10 GMT -5
Footsteps moved steadily through the halls. He slowly approached. The first day of Grade 12. It had been a week since he had arrived at his new household, and was enjoying the ability to walk again. He had been walking since he had entered the house, but that was all for only a minute for two before his back finally gave out. Now, he was finding walking a simple task, and was even jogging and running with no troubles. This, was all very hard to do in a two-bedroom house. So now, he was finally out. Finally free to explore. And he loved it.
Several detours had been done on the way to school. It was why he left early. About an hour so. He visited the movie theatre, the CD store, the corner store, and his favorite so far, the park. Yup, he had been very busy the past hour, and was starting to get ready for sitting down and just relaxing. Should be fun.
Onira entered the classroom, fully aware he was still ten minutes early. He simply placed his backpack next to a desk and sat down, waiting for class to begin. He didn't like to be doing nothing. It gave him... odd, thoughts.
Well, eventually class began, and after three desk movements, Onira had found his. In the absolute back right corner. Away from pretty much everybody. He liked it there. It was quiet, somewhere he could find solitude and peace. Of course, that didn't stop Onira from doing some stupid things. He had kicked one desk into the front board, stuck a piece of chalk into a very soft area of the wall, and had been taken to the office, after his teacher had decided Onira was a member of a satanic cult when seeing the boy seemingly unconsciously draw a strange looking seal onto one of the desks. In truth, Onira was just as mystified. Didn't even know what it was. Didn't even know he was drawing it. He was later to find out the name of it was a solomn seal.
Besides these Onira-caused headaches for the teacher, the day progressed pretty smoothly. He made a few friends, just from seeing his oddly-glowing golden hair. He didn't even know why it had that effect in the sunlight, but just blew it off. No point to worrying.
Through the hours, more and more slowly started coming to speak to the enigma that was Onira. Except for one.
"Stop it, Jason!"
"Piss off!"
The teenager placed his hand to the other and threw him to the ground, walking steadily closer to Onira. He didn't care. Anyone who wanted to hit him could do so. Pain was worth nothing really. Not to Onira's blank memory. A few shots seemed minuscule to that wonder.
"What the hell's wrong with you!"
Onira eyed the attacker strangely, seeming to just make him more angry.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Look at you! Your frigging light-bulb hair and purple-"
"Violet."
"What was that?"
"My eyes are 'violet'. Not purple."
"You son of a-"
Onira took a swift fist to the gut, moving not even the slightest. The pain seemed fairly low. Not compared to anything. Just stand alone, the attack didn't carry much force. However, the next one did. Onira was knocked to the ground and a swift fist sent to his cheek. The pain was now freeing itself, coming in swift waves. Onira was pinned down by the attacker, and getting hit by repeated fists to the chin and chest. But it was no matter. Onira didn't even seem to care. The pain was still low enough to keep him away from a counter-attack. No need to fight back.
"You freak!"
The 'Jason' character sent fist after fist to Onira's chest, and he could start to feel the weathering on his knuckles. So, he switched. Standing up, he started kicking Onira's chest, and the pain moved to an emptiness. Onira's lungs were getting heavy and breathing hard, and he knew it was time to fight back. He did so simply with catching the next foot and pushing in on Jason's heel with his own. After that, he was on instinct alone. Something that remembered Onira's past, and knew that alchemy was always a good attack. It acted accordingly.
The palm lit up as it was placed against the ground, the solomn-seal tattoo using it's power to use the Earth and launch Jason into the air. He landed hard, wheezing for air. But Onira only stood still, regaining himself. He stared at his palm, remembering the drawing on the desk. It matched perfectly to the tattoo, something Onira had forgotten completely about. Everyone backed away, wide-eyed. They were unsure of what to say. Unsure of what to do. They all just stood there. Silent.
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For the next two weeks, Onira was left alone. He had quited down to almost complete silence, and no one ever even walked close to him. No one ever approached him, afraid of what he could do. What the light was, and what had happened. They all scared people. They even scared Onira. But what truly made the boy worry was the last day. Of school. Of everything. The day he walked into the green house. The day everything changed. Some for the better, and some for the worse...
OOC: The tension's killing you isn't it?
Several detours had been done on the way to school. It was why he left early. About an hour so. He visited the movie theatre, the CD store, the corner store, and his favorite so far, the park. Yup, he had been very busy the past hour, and was starting to get ready for sitting down and just relaxing. Should be fun.
Onira entered the classroom, fully aware he was still ten minutes early. He simply placed his backpack next to a desk and sat down, waiting for class to begin. He didn't like to be doing nothing. It gave him... odd, thoughts.
Well, eventually class began, and after three desk movements, Onira had found his. In the absolute back right corner. Away from pretty much everybody. He liked it there. It was quiet, somewhere he could find solitude and peace. Of course, that didn't stop Onira from doing some stupid things. He had kicked one desk into the front board, stuck a piece of chalk into a very soft area of the wall, and had been taken to the office, after his teacher had decided Onira was a member of a satanic cult when seeing the boy seemingly unconsciously draw a strange looking seal onto one of the desks. In truth, Onira was just as mystified. Didn't even know what it was. Didn't even know he was drawing it. He was later to find out the name of it was a solomn seal.
Besides these Onira-caused headaches for the teacher, the day progressed pretty smoothly. He made a few friends, just from seeing his oddly-glowing golden hair. He didn't even know why it had that effect in the sunlight, but just blew it off. No point to worrying.
Through the hours, more and more slowly started coming to speak to the enigma that was Onira. Except for one.
"Stop it, Jason!"
"Piss off!"
The teenager placed his hand to the other and threw him to the ground, walking steadily closer to Onira. He didn't care. Anyone who wanted to hit him could do so. Pain was worth nothing really. Not to Onira's blank memory. A few shots seemed minuscule to that wonder.
"What the hell's wrong with you!"
Onira eyed the attacker strangely, seeming to just make him more angry.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Look at you! Your frigging light-bulb hair and purple-"
"Violet."
"What was that?"
"My eyes are 'violet'. Not purple."
"You son of a-"
Onira took a swift fist to the gut, moving not even the slightest. The pain seemed fairly low. Not compared to anything. Just stand alone, the attack didn't carry much force. However, the next one did. Onira was knocked to the ground and a swift fist sent to his cheek. The pain was now freeing itself, coming in swift waves. Onira was pinned down by the attacker, and getting hit by repeated fists to the chin and chest. But it was no matter. Onira didn't even seem to care. The pain was still low enough to keep him away from a counter-attack. No need to fight back.
"You freak!"
The 'Jason' character sent fist after fist to Onira's chest, and he could start to feel the weathering on his knuckles. So, he switched. Standing up, he started kicking Onira's chest, and the pain moved to an emptiness. Onira's lungs were getting heavy and breathing hard, and he knew it was time to fight back. He did so simply with catching the next foot and pushing in on Jason's heel with his own. After that, he was on instinct alone. Something that remembered Onira's past, and knew that alchemy was always a good attack. It acted accordingly.
The palm lit up as it was placed against the ground, the solomn-seal tattoo using it's power to use the Earth and launch Jason into the air. He landed hard, wheezing for air. But Onira only stood still, regaining himself. He stared at his palm, remembering the drawing on the desk. It matched perfectly to the tattoo, something Onira had forgotten completely about. Everyone backed away, wide-eyed. They were unsure of what to say. Unsure of what to do. They all just stood there. Silent.
__________________________________________________
For the next two weeks, Onira was left alone. He had quited down to almost complete silence, and no one ever even walked close to him. No one ever approached him, afraid of what he could do. What the light was, and what had happened. They all scared people. They even scared Onira. But what truly made the boy worry was the last day. Of school. Of everything. The day he walked into the green house. The day everything changed. Some for the better, and some for the worse...
OOC: The tension's killing you isn't it?