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Post by parvana on Mar 26, 2011 20:32:24 GMT -5
She drove herself to madness
With a silver spoon
Witchy woman see how high she flies
Witchy woman she got the moon in her eye [/color][/font] Parvana sat on a park bench, fiddling with the wide-brimmed sun hat she wore over her white hair. Normally she kept her usual attire on when strolling about Death City during the daytime, even though that was an awful risk to take. She looked around at the green grass, flowing gently in the breeze. She held the hat to her head and tightened her golden lips, looking about with her glimmering eyes. A butterfly floated by and she smirked, almost tempted to snatch it from the air and pluck the wings from the insect to add to her collection. With Soul Protect, she looked relatively normal, but the butterfly murder would give others familiar with her hints that she was a witch. Butterflies were somewhat her signature. Her eyes flicked left to right before looking down at the warm yellow kitten heels and tapping them together. "Lovely day." She sighed to herself with a smile. There was nothing she loved more than basking in the warm sunlight. It was pure paradise, and the park was a perfect place to enjoy it. She blinked at the nearing presence. She looked up with her glimmering eyes and back to her shoes. "Afternoon." She muttered to the other. |
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Post by soulix on Mar 27, 2011 14:00:58 GMT -5
(( I'm gonna assume it's first-come-first-serve. If it's not; let me know. ))
Bellinda waltzed through the park, it was a rather empty day for her.
She hasn't any plans, hadn't any obligations. She had on her casual wear for Death City,
a pair of jeans, a green tee, and her black tennis shoes.
She often enjoyed looking around for spontaneous ideas:
such as bullying small children, or more or less relax in solitude -- Or more so, seclusion.
Bellinda had spotted Parvana on the bench, fiddling with her hat.
She had on her normal outfit -- And being a witch, she was very curious as to why.
Bellinda neared Parvana, a hunched back, with her hands dug into her pockets.
Her hair lightly flailed to the left from the breeze, as she came up to her with a question.
She nodded in response to her "Afternoon."
Her eyebrow inquisitive, Bellinda spoke abruptly to her in a calm, but serious voice.
"Whatsup with the outfit?
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Post by parvana on Mar 27, 2011 14:25:23 GMT -5
Bellinda was a witch, and Parvana knew that much. Normally she wouldn't acknowledge a witch so much younger than her, she was nearly double her age, or maybe more. It wasn't due to the fact she thought she was better, simply that she hadn't been around much at the time she came around. Not as active as she was centuries before the new generation of witches.
"Whatsup with the outfit?" She questioned Parvana. She looked up and shrugged. Her normal black dress with yellow ribbons was replaced with a yellow dress and brown ribbons. She wasn't feeling as witchy as normal.
"Meisters mainly, Death City isn't a good place to be an open witch. Selfish little gnats, stealing souls whenever they pleased. Witch souls, gets on my nerves." She muttered, digging her shoes into the grass and finally snatching the butterfly from the air before ripping off the wings and dropping the dead insect to the ground.
She hadn't been in the best of spirits since they reopened the academy. In fact, she wanted to burn the place to the ground. She cursed under her breath before smashing the already dead butterfly under her foot. She dug her nails into the wood of the bench and tried to keep herself from lashing out at Bellinda, who had done absolutely nothing to provoke her.
No it's fine, open is open for me!
Tags: Soulix; Open
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Post by soulix on Mar 27, 2011 14:41:02 GMT -5
Bellinda tapped her foot on the ground casually, nodding.
She took notice of Pavana's clawing of the bench's wood. Bellinda wasn't one to be very honorable -- Or even a respectable witch, Bells was more of a mercenary, or poacher.
She ruffled her hair swiftly, smirking. She felt limber right now, she loved jogging, running -- She was very big on cardio.
Bellinda continued with a remark.
"Kehe, Yeah, Tell me about it."
Bells was in a more "open" mood than usual. There were currently no eavesdroppers, so she kept herself in an inside voice -- despite being outside, in a park.
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Post by parvana on Mar 27, 2011 16:36:56 GMT -5
"Kehe, Yeah, Tell me about it." Parvana barely acknowledged the remark, her eyes fixated on the grass, grinding her teeth together. It was so hard for her to control her temper sometimes.
She stood up and snatched a flower from a nearby patch of grass and shoved it into her mouth, swallowing it with only a few chomps. She coughed up one of the petals and looked up to the sky before turning back to Bellinda and muttering under her breath about how bitter it tasted. "Habit, sorry. It tends to calm my nerves though." She said, hoping that the witch didn't think of it as strange, as anyone who really knew Parvana knew she was always eating flowers when trying to control her temper.
She pushed her silvery white bangs from her eyes and held the large hat to her head. "It is a lovely day today though, isn't it Bellinda?" She asked, trying to spark up a conversation with the fellow witch. She was in the mood for talking today.
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Post by soulix on Mar 27, 2011 16:55:56 GMT -5
Bellinda smiled, although she has a different take on perfect, sunny days. She had nothing against daytime, nothing, but she couldn't act like they were her ecstasy.
"I actually love it at night: the street lights, the moon's shine... it's all so lovely, I can be myself the most at night."
She ranted, although saying her phrase rather hastily. Though, she was herself the most outside of Death City, and what she did wasn't exactly the nicest. She decided to keep it a don't-ask-don't-tell hobby with her.
As for when Parvana ate a flower... she didn't decide to bring it up, or comment on it, instead looking up to the sky as she rambled about how much she loves the night.
Her loose jeans and tee began to flutter along with her hair; the breeze becoming more strong. Bellinda also enjoyed the wind, how it felt -- more or less. Strong winds usually interfere with her ranged combat, which is the only thing she could count against wind at all.
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Post by COCO "CANDI" MCALLISTER! on Mar 28, 2011 9:18:42 GMT -5
Coco was busying herself shopping in the shopping district most of that day. She found that if she wore different clothes, it took the students that much longer to find her, even without using Soul Protect. Although she knew how to do it, she was still pretty bad at it. It's amazing she got anywhere in this town without being jumped.
"Oh boy, is it hot! It's not a very good day for baking..." After saying that, she thought to herself how nice a walk through the park would be on such a hot day. She stopped at a vending machine outside of a side store and purchased a cold water.
Carrying her bags on one arm, she sipped the water she held in her other. She walked toward the park until finally she came upon the main path through the park and began to walk along the path as gracefully as possible. She came about half-way through the park with a fairly uneventful trip, noting only a few kids playing basketball and some others tossing a frisbee to a waiting retriever.
The trees that grew occasionally along the edges of the path providing shade were a welcome relief.
She looked up just in time to see two women, one sitting on a park bench, the other standing beside her. She recognized one of them, but the other was wearing a large sun-hat that obscured Coco's view of her face. Upon approaching the women, Coco spoke.
"Hello Bellinda~ How are you? I missed you at the meeting last time. Ha ha, maybe I was just so late that everyone left." Then, casting a gentle look over to the woman in the sun-hat, she asked, "And who's your friend?"
No one would understand that she was referring to Witch Mass unless they were extremely educated on the witches, and even then there was absolutely no way they would blow their cover. They were all using Soul Protect, and moreover the only people in the park were these pathetic-looking children and their pets.
Oh, it may be a bad day for baking, but it was a lovely day for company~
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Post by parvana on Mar 28, 2011 14:00:10 GMT -5
Parvana shrugged, she didn't really have the heart to tell her how much she loathed the night. "Well, eh, if you really like it so much.." She muttered, trailing off.
Hearing the delightfully cheerful voice, she peeked her face out from under her hat and looked up at the girl with her golden eyes. She sighed and slid farther into the bench, being around such young witches always made her feel so old. The others seemed to know one another, and obviously they were talking about Witch Mass. Parvana was always with the older generation of witches, it seemed like so many were young these days.
She stuffed the wings into her pocket , smoothing her skirt and muttering something about age to herself. "I'm Parvana." She replied. She wondered why there were so many young witches around. Normally they were the first to go when meisters went around collecting witch souls. Nothing against them, they simply didn't have as much life experience as the older. Oh what she would give to be as old as Medusa or Arachne, maybe Mabaa herself.
Her stature relaxed as she leaned against the back of the chair, holding the hat to her head to keep it from blowing away. "I believe I've seen you before, a meeting, perhaps?" Of course the woman knew what she spoke of, as she just had. She looked to Bellinda with a questioning expression. Why did Bellinda know, and not she? She was always asking herself these things, as she didn't like it when others knew things and she didn't.
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Post by COCO "CANDI" MCALLISTER! on Mar 28, 2011 16:07:23 GMT -5
"Oh! Parvana? No wonder you sounded so familiar, you're a real hit at the meetings aren't you?" Coco remembered Parvana from a discussion between herself and Mabaa about the elder witches. Parvana didn't look that old, not at all, but Coco knew that she had far greater experience. Experience didn't necessarily mean strength, and she also knew this.
"I think Mabaa really likes you. Ha ha, and that's saying something." For Coco, making smalltalk was simple, and this could go on for some time, flying through several conversational topics. Only, this was NOT the best place to talk. Most definitely not.
"Anyway, what brings you ladies' here on such a fine day?" Her usual smile faded momentarily and she spoke the next words in a hushed tone. "We're all taking a big risk being here. I can't talk because I'm here myself, but make sure you're careful. Anything can happen,..." Then her smile returned and she finished her sentence in her regular tone, "Right?"
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Post by soulix on Mar 28, 2011 17:28:00 GMT -5
Bellinda lifted her hand up to ruffle her hair gently, offhand in pocket.
She eyes the two, feeling more secluded like she always did.
She always expected to be forgotten when a third shows up in a conversation
she enjoyed -- It was a natural paranoia, to say.
"... Eh, I don't question your capabilities; Don't question mine." She said, most likely taking her comment the wrong way. Bellinda had a cynical look, but with enough tolerance she could be forgiven.
Bells took a gaze around the park; at the children, at the scenery. She had passive thoughts on it, and quickly returned her attention to the group.
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