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New Student [Christien Davies] « Thread Started on Jun 5, 2009, 11:18pm »
Helena's feet hurt. She couldn't really concentrate on anything aside from the sharp pain that shot through the balls of her feet with every step she took. Despite the brown suede boots being both flat soled and thickly supported she could feel blisters both at the front and back of her feet. Quietly she made her way down the corridor toward her dormitory. She walked in the center of the hallway refusing to place a hand on the wall to steady herself despite her hobbling pace. She was bent over with the exertion she felt in the small of her back and her cheekbone stung from a punch she had received earlier in the day. She hated it when they punched there. She remembered vaguely a film where the heroine stated that a punch to the cheekbone made your eye feel like it was going to explode. She could definitely verify that. Stumbling a little Helena paused, squeezed her eyes shut against exhaustion and reached for the next door to her right. Pushing it open she moved into her dormitory and shut it soundly behind her. Not daring to lean against to door or brace herself on the back of the sofa for fear that she wouldn't be able to get herself back up she stood on one leg for a moment, wobbled, and removed one of the boots. Stretching her feet out with a hiss of relief she rested it delicately on the carpet and did the same with the other boot. Moving toward her bedroom she chucked the boots onto the floor and headed for the bathroom.
Her movements were economic as she stripped and turned the shower on. Pulling the black elastic band from her hair she felt the familiar sharp tingle over her skull of hair that had been pulled back in the follicle all day. She ran a hand through her long hair as it poof-ed out and around her face. Stepping into the shower she turned her face up the spray. Her hair quickly turned dark with the water and was flattened against her skull, neck, and shoulders. She didn't let herself appreciate the water however, instead taking a loofah and soap and working up a lather. Industrially she scrubbed her body until it was bright pink and washed her hair twice with the provided shampoo and conditioner combo. Many students at Crystall bought their own preferred brands with the student allowance they were given but Helena saved hers. Her account had grown quite large from the small amounts she had never put toward anything. She couldn't see the point in spending money on frivolous things when the college provided the basics she needed. She didn't need anything that wasn't a necessity. Shutting the shower off without allowing herself to appreciate the warm water she stepped out onto the tiled floor and grabbed the towel hanging on the nearby rail. Rubbing herself down she then pulled on her pyjamas that she kept in the bathroom and scooped up her combat gear and towel. Dumping into the basket of dirty clothes that she would be cleaning in the next few days. She then sat on the bathtub and opened the small cupboard above the sink.
Taking out a small box of plasters she carefully administrated them to the red spots on the soles of her feet after smoothly some soothing lotion into them. The irony was not lost on her that most teenage girls would be rubbing moisturiser into shaved legs or painting their toe nails. Though Helena kept herself in a socially acceptable state with regards to her hygiene she only seemed to do it because it was what was expected. What was right. Helena was all for doing what was right...
After seeing to her feet she brushed and re-tied her hair, this time lightly at the nape of her neck to allow her to sleep and headed back into the living area. Looking around to check that the room and the kitchenette were tidy- she couldn't sleep until her days work was done- she moved into her bedroom. Picking up the boots she had slung in through the door she stuck them in the bottom of the wardrobe that held her clothes. Though it was only a quarter full of about three pairs of jeans and five t-shirts or tank tops. There was a pair of worn trainers at the bottom next to her boots and an anorak-like coat hung from the hook on the inside of the door. Other than that there was a medium sized cardboard box on the top shelf of the wardrobe that held her personal possessions. Moving toward the window Helena pulled the curtains inward and shut out the darkness outside not making much of a difference to the bedroom. Realising that she had left the light on in the living room she was forced to walk on plastered feet and switch it off before moving back to her bedroom and shutting the wardrobe. Placing the home-made necklace- a leather thong supporting her father's ring- on the bedside table she pulled back the thick quilt of her double bed and slid her sore feet in between the covers and laid down.
Today had been hard. She had set herself a stamina test for most of the morning and early afternoon. Running around the school grounds she had jogged a total of near twenty miles before her legs collapsed under her. She had then had a combat lesson that she had pushed herself in as usual followed by her daily work-out in the evening. Though looking at the glowing numbers on her alarm clock it was now morning, approaching 1 o'clock. Pressing the correct button to check the alarm she found that it was set for seven, six hours later and closed her eyes letting her tired and sore muscles relax gradually into the soft mattress. Frowning a little in an effort to control her thoughts into peace before she slept Helena had little hope of evading nightmares.
Miraculously, however, that was exactly what she managed to do. The night- all six hours of it- went by without a problem and Helena woke up feeling, if not refreshed then at least prepared for the day ahead. Swinging her legs out of bed she winced a little as her feet stung and then mentally chastised herself for wincing at such a small thing. Didn't her scars indicate that she had survived so much worse. She was being pathetic. They were just blisters. Granted they were the size of 50 pence pieces and scarlet red when she removed the plasters in the bathroom not ten minutes later but still only blisters. Helena re-plastered her feet and pulled two pairs of socks on for extra cushioning. Then she pulled the second pair back off again, changing her mind. This would be another endurance test. If she was wincing just due to blisters she needed more training and wouldn't pamper her stupid feet.
Moving back into the bedroom Helena got dressed in her usual jeans and tank-top- white today- and pulled on he white trainers tying them tight. Tying a simple black belt through the loopholes of her light blue jeans she pulled the band from her hair and picked up the large hairbrush. Yanking it through the strands Helena pulled the long hair back into a high ponytail directly on the back of her head and watched in slight annoyance as a few locks wouldn't reach and fell against her neck, by her ears and the biggest ones just around her face at her temples. It was the only feminine aspect of her appearance and she didn't like it. She didn't want to look feminine. That was why she didn't wear make-up. The hollows under her eyes and in her cheeks weren't a trick of colour to make her look thinner but the results of sleepless nights while her eyes were dull. They had lost their shine some years ago. Grumbling at herself for such sensitive ideas she turned and grabbed up the ring necklace, tying it around her neck. It was the only jewelery she wore in memory of her father.
Stepping out into the living room she reached the kitchenette and took up an apple which she bit clean into and looked toward the door to see if there were any missions posted under the door. There was. Quickly she moved over and grabbed the little square yellow card and looked down at it. Adrenaline slowed in her veins as she realised that it wasn't a mission but a request. Wrinkling her nose a little she noted that she was supposed to baby-sit a new student that would be filling the empty room in her dorm. It had already been cleaned by servants the previous day according to the note (she wouldn't know, due to never being in there) and she was to escort this... Mr Christien Davies around the College with her. Fantastic. She didn't need some wet-behind-the-ears kid following her round the place. She had more important things to do. But at the same time she knew that helping new students was part of her duty as an Elite and she took her duties and responsibilities very seriously.
Dropping the small card into the bin beside the door she threw the apple core in after it and headed for the bathroom where she washed her hands and cleaned her teeth. She then went back into her bedroom to pack her book satchel with everything she would need for the day. While she was in there shoving the last few things into it- including a fresh set of combat clothes- Helena heard the door of her dormitory open and a voice call out...
Re: New Student [Christien Davies] « Reply #1 on Jun 8, 2009, 9:45pm »
Impressive. That was what the impression given by the front entrance of Crystall College. And Christien Davies was no less impressed by the Gothic architecture than any other visitor might be as he pulled up into the parking lot to the side on a 1973 Kawasaki. He left the engine idling for a few minutes as he surveyed the area. There were a fair few people wandering around, all of them teenagers, some looking in his direction. Obviously it wasn't every day that they had a newcomer drive up on a vintage bike. But Christien had quickly turned down the merest suggestion of using the fairly infrequent bus service that stopped at the end of the long driveway to the college. No, not a public transport man was our Christien. Perhaps it was part of his ingrained self-sufficiency or perhaps it was merely the fact that this was one heck of a nice bike to ride.
Either way, here he was, a new student at Crystall College. It had been surprisingly easy for him to get a place here. Christien was, it might be said, not the usual new student. He wasn't the slightest bit wet behind the ears when it came to taking on missions in the past, to using his superhuman powers against enemies to win fights, complete missions. And he certainly wasn't a newcomer to the idea of duty. It was duty that had brought him here. Duty to the man he had worked for since he was thirteen years old. Four long years it had been since he had first met Demetrius Lavine, and in that time, he had risen the ranks quickly. Now he had been tasked with an important mission, perhaps the most dangerous one he had ever been given. Because if Christien failed this mission, not only would he be in the midst of some of the most powerful "time challengers" as they called themselves, but he would also lose his identity. When anyone went back in time, the only risk to their identity was their eyes. This was the first mission for Christien where he wouldn't have the safety of a different identity. He was even using his real name, his real history, for this mission. Not his idea, but Demetrius had been adamant that it was necessary.
Hitching the canvas rucksack containing his few possessions onto his shoulder, Christien swung the keys to the bike around his index finger and let them fall into the pocket of his aged brown leather jacket. With a slouching walk, Christien began walking across to the college's entrance. Laid-back and somewhat lazy. That was the personality he was taking on for this mission. In reality he was nothing of the sort, but he had found in past experience that this was the sort of person that people were most likely to confide in. Which suited him fine. Christien always thought everything through fifteen times before taking the logical course of action. Even in the heat of a battle, his brain was his main weapon. Perhaps it was because of his quick thinking that his second power, that of speed, had manifested itself. Either way, the power certainly seemed to compliment the man inside. Quick and calculated, that was Christien Davies.
"Hey, I'm Christien Davies. I'm new, was told to come here first to let you know I'm here?" The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with dark grey hair held tightly at the back of her head. He lent casually against the high mahogany desk, a slight smile playing at the edge of his mouth.
"Oh yes, Mr Davies, I've been expecting you. But the bus was supposed to get to the end of the driveway about thirty minutes ago..." She looked confused, fiddling through some papers on her desk, probably looking for a bus timetable. Christien gave a low chuckle, and the woman looked up at him with a stern expression.
"Sorry, I brought my own mode of transportation. Hope it's okay to leave my bike in the parking lot."
"Bike?" She stammered in reply. Obviously it really was rare for a new student to show up on a vintage motorcycle. "Right, yes, well you will have to speak to the Headmaster about that later. I'll make an appointment for you." As she tapped away at her small desktop computer and made an appointment, Christien turned around and watched the people passing through the main entrance. He could tell that barely any of them were good enough to go on missions into the past. Having been helping with training new recruits for the past two years, Christien was well used to assessing someone on first impression alone. Maybe that was how Demetrius seemed to be doing pretty well on completed missions lately. He may have not even a tenth of the number of people that the college had, but from the look of this lot, the average level of skill and training was a lot higher. Besides, these "time challengers" probably didn't have as much at stake as the other side did.
"Mr Davies?" Christien turned back to the receptionist, who held out a couple of sheets of paper, the top one of which was an appointment card. "The appointment is for tomorrow and doesn't clash with your timetable. I've given you a map so that you can get around easier, and you're dorm room is number 101. I've marked its rough location on the map for you."
"Thank you. I'll get out of your hair now." And with a small thankful smile, Christien turned and headed for the large staircase, taking a quick peek at his map as he did so. It didn't seem far to the dormitory, just a couple of flights upwards and a few doors to the left. He wondered vaguely whether this place had shared dormitories. It would make sense, but would obviously be a bit of a hindrance in how he managed to report back to Demetrius. However, having a room-mate would certainly come in handy to learn about the college.
Reaching a door with the number 101 tacked on in bright copper lettering, Christien let his rucksack slip off of his shoulder and he tucked it under his arm. Carefully pushing the door open, Christien called out, "Hellooooooo? Anyone home?"
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Re: New Student [Christien Davies] « Reply #2 on Jun 9, 2009, 8:39pm »
At the sound of the voice Helena stood up straight from her position by the bed where she had been putting everything she was need for the day in a lightweight, drawstring black bag that she now slung over her shoulders. Pushing her arms through the holes she moved toward the door to her room and pushed it open. It squeaked ever so slightly making the movement apparent to anyone in the next room. Stepping out confidently into the living room Helena shut the door behind her.
Reaching up with one hand to adjust the strap so that it didn't dig into her shoulder Helena took a moment to survey the newcomer in her dormitory. From the look over the bag he held he was the new student she had been informed about. The one she would have to look after. Oh joy. She let her weight slip onto one foot as her head tilted slightly her mind working ferociously to categorize the boy in her mind. He was tall. Taller than she was anyway by a good few inches, with a decent but not overly muscular breadth to match. He looked quite toned and lean. Helena estimated that the guy had worked out before or had some kind of physical training. This would help him catch up and get out of her hair faster- all the better. Tracking her gaze over his clothing she noted a normal, casual outfit topped with a slightly over-long and unruly haircut. The guy didn't look like the serious academic that was for sure.
This fast assessment was made in the time it took for the guy to turn and face her. He was older than she had thought he would be, being new, probably even a little older than she was. His face has a mature and worldly-wise look that she rarely saw- often in the few times she looked in the mirror. Maybe this Mr Davies was more serious than she had originally thought. As their gazes met Helena felt a slight tug of recognition at his eye colour. Bright green. Her own eyes were not of particular interest being somewhere in between light green and blue- a blend of tones. His however were a bright rich green. Quite distinctive and instantly knew where she recognised it from. Not possible. Was he instant thought. The guy was just unlucky enough to have the same eye colour as one of Lavine's men.
Stepping forward, now that the newcomer had seen her Helena extended a hand stiffly. Every move she made seemed to be calculated and gave of a deadly aura. She was someone in command of herself and others and knew that she had the ability to kill. This persona covered her like a mask... like a shield. She didn't smile and her eyes lacked the warmth they had for years as she took a final step toward him hand raised in order to shake his.
"Welcome to Crystall Mr Davies. My name is Helena Haertwright. I'm an Elite here at the College- one of the higher ranking students- and I'll be looking after you for a while. It's nice to meet you."
The words were friendly but her tone sounded anything but. Her tone of voice, like it had been since the day her father had died was dead. She felt a slight flicker of interest toward this Christien, mostly because she would be forced to live with him. The last person she had shared a dorm with had been very into their parties and staying out with their friends in other dorms so she had barely seen them. Being moved when she became Elite she had had the dorm to herself until it needed to be filled- that tended to be the procedure. And now it had been filled. By this guy. Helena was just going to have to deal with it.
The was one fact, however, that irritated her a little about Christien and that was the simple fact that he was good-looking. Helena had never cared about her appearance- it wasn't necessary to look attractive to be a good Time Challenger so she had never bothered. Not seeing her previous roommate much and not having any friends meant that she could avoid any reminder of her appearance. She avoided anything reflective. But here stood a very attractive male about to be living in her dormitory and it just threw into shock her own plain looks of blond hair pulled back, casual clothing and multiple scars to of which were on show- one on her upper arm and the other a reasonably length-ed white fleck across her collarbone. She was far from being anything special and she liked to ignore that fact. He was making her remember and it annoyed her.
None of these thoughts showed on her face or in her eyes though. Helena had become a master at hiding her thoughts and feelings, of ignoring her thoughts and feelings, for a long time. Most of the time she didn't realise she had them anymore. Her brain worked like a computer. That was what she was- a walking computer. A weapon. She wasn't a person or a girl. And there wasn't anything or anyone that was ever going to change that.
Re: New Student [Christien Davies] « Reply #3 on Jun 13, 2009, 2:48pm »
It turned out that there was someone home. And it turned out that her name was Helena Haertwright. Haertwright? Where have I heard that name before? Christien gave himself a mental shake at the eerie feeling that went down his spine at the name, putting it down to the lingering look Miss Haertwright had given him as their gazes had met. She hadn't recognised him, had she? That would most certainly be a disaster, for his identity to be revealed after being here less than an hour. Christien didn't even want to think what Demetrius might do in that circumstance. It certainly wouldn't be pretty, anyway.
"Please to meet you, Helena." Polite and courteous, even if his attitude was currently laid-back. Here was someone that Christien was fairly certain went day-to-day with people either truly respecting her or just being thoroughly terrified of her. Her "ordinary" appearance, no makeup or anything unnatural like most girls seemed to slap on, was a breath of fresh air. But it also made Christien aware that Helena was probably a bit of a hard nut. She would certainly be one to keep a close eye on. Heck, they would be sharing a room, he could keep two close eyes on her. Maybe he could even crack the shell and get into the classified information she was probably very privy to.
"So! Which one's mine?" Christien pointed around at the doors but, seeing one bedroom door slightly ajar, he went over to the other and gave it a small poke, letting it fall back on its hinges. Christien turned his head back at Helena and wiggled his eyebrows slyly, before pushing his way into the room and dropping his rucksack on the floor of the modestly decorated room. With a careful glance, Christien noted the small wardrobe, bed stand and desk, along with the small single bed. The floor was carpeted, and from the sounds as he moved across the room, had quite old wooden floorboards. Which would probably come in handy for hiding things if need be. However, Christien was sure he would have to be desperate before using something as cliche as floorboards to hide things. He was a little more clever than that.
"Thought I'd get rid of the junk first." Christien said brightly, thumbing back at the door as he came out to look for Helena again. He quickly took a seat on the wide sofa in the living room area and patted the seat for Helena to join him. Not that he cared if she did or not, it was just the polite thing to do. "So tell me, what can you do? Like, power-wise...." He voice was all newcomer-eager, and he had no doubt that most new students were still very enthusiastic about their gifts. But this was just information gathering. The first thing to assess in any situation was what the boundaries were.
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Re: New Student [Christien Davies] « Reply #4 on Jun 13, 2009, 8:33pm »
Helena shook Christien Davies' hand. His grip felt strong and warm and she quickly disengaged her fingers from his to stand, once again, stock still, her hands loosely linked behind her back. She watched shrewdly as the boy- or maybe that should be, man- walked around the room and poked his head into the bedroom that would be his. She nodded a little as if to indicate that he had the right room and her response was a wiggle of his eyebrows. She frowned disapprovingly but felt a feeling in her stomach. As if she had a desire to laugh. She smothered it and let him dump his "junk" as he put it. When he re-emerged he sat himself, quite comfortable, down on the sofa and patted the cushion beside him for her to sit down. The arrogance of it! She had a days worth of lessons and he wanted to sit down and chat? Helena's jaw tightened a little and she swallowed back the desire to state snippily that she had other places to be. She checked the slim watch on her wrist. She was still 45 minutes early for her first lesson. This was not unusual. Helena usually worked out or studied in her extra time before lessons. But if it was her responsability to look after this newcomer to the College then she would have to take that responsability seriously. Inwardly sighing she moved around from the back of the sofa.
Standing near the seat but not actually sitting down Helena simply stood there as he tried to engage her in conversation. Feeling slightly awkward just standing there while he was so casual and calm, sprawled out on one end of the sofa Helena leant her hip against the arm a little. She refused to sit down next to him however. His first question wasn't very surprising. New students to the school either stayed well away from the topic of powers worried that they might offend someone or they were over-eager and wanted to know what powers everyone had. Helena tilted her head a little as if to consider his question. What she was really considering was how much detail to answer it in.
"I can manipulate energy conversions." She stated simply.
Whenever she gave this simple but true answer most people were unimpressed. For one thing they didn't really understand what it meant and for another it seemed like such a small thing. It was only when someone- not usually Helena- explained to them that that included all forms of energy such as light, sound, heat, kinetic and displacement that they began to realise the extent of what she could do. After all the entire world was based on the forces of physics and one of the most important areas of that was the law of energy and what was converted into what. By manipulating energy she could manipulate the laws of physics and by extension just about everything. Though of course this power was limited and difficult to use. Helena wasn't a God. She just manipulated God's work. When she wanted to.
But Helena rarely used her abilities because she knew how dangerous they were and upon first coming to the College refused to use them at all. Partially through fear and partially due to her distrust in her own abilities to control them.
Looking over this Christien Helena wondered what his power could be. He was exceptionally content in himself so whatever it was he was comfortable with it. Maybe he was a late arrival because the College hadn't caught up with him rather than because his powers appeared late. He could have decent control over them already. Helena's guess would be that it was something offensive or natural. It wouldn't be something complex and scientific such as hers. Somehow she always thought that those kinds of powers appeared in more academic students- oddly enough, usually girls. Helena figured that if the boy was allowed to ask her questions she was allowed to do the same. And she might as well, if she was going to be living with him.
"So what are yours then? Your powers?" She barely looked at him as she spoke and her tone was polite inquisition rather than eager attentive-listener. If he wanted a more interested audience, however, he would learn quickly not to come to her.
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