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Post by merridy on Apr 11, 2009 22:03:35 GMT -5
Keel didn't really care too much about whatever report Chanda and her friends were talking about, but there was one thing he wanted to ask Chanda. "You don't kill too many Sibers do you?" he wrote. "the way you kept missing and how you let yourself become incapacitated by laughter, really do you practice much?"
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Post by Clock on Apr 11, 2009 22:05:20 GMT -5
Chanda read the post that came right after her last one. "what do you mean?" She tiped back, not being angered, which was posibly a little weirrd, but Chanda found it hard to get mad when she wasn't fighting.
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Post by merridy on Apr 11, 2009 22:09:33 GMT -5
"for Sibers that expect frontal attacks like that one did, you have to attack it from directions it won't expect. It kept dodging you because it expected you to keep attacking it from the front, as opposed to catching it off guard from the side or back. Feet have this wonderful ability to move around and not just stay in the same place all the time you know. And if it was her laughter that ticked you off you just have to find a way to ignore it. The more you notice it the more it gets to you. You have to be determined to kill those things if you ever want to be a decent Hacker." Keel replied.
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Post by Clock on Apr 11, 2009 22:13:58 GMT -5
Chanda sat staring at the screan for a moment. then someone nocked on the door. "come in." she said smiling agian. Her aunt stood in the door way. "Chanda, don't you want any supper? I sent a butterfly to get you, but he said you just ignored him." Chanda laughed nervously. How was she supost to answer that? There was no butterfly. "um, no I ate already." she said quickly, "sorry." Her aunt nodded, looked at her screan then said, "you should tell that mean person who's talking to you to go away and leave you alone, that isn't a very nice thing to say." "chanda grinned kindly, "thanks, I'll think about it." Her aunt looked at her for another moment then left. Chanda turned back to the computer and tiped, "It cought me off gaurd. you're not a very happy person are you?" she replyed.
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Post by merridy on Apr 11, 2009 22:43:28 GMT -5
Keel smirked. "Let's just say Sibers and I aren't the best of friends, and I've seen too many Hackers get themselves badly hurt or killed because they don't know how to tell the different fighting styles of Sibers."
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Post by Clock on Apr 11, 2009 22:45:30 GMT -5
Chanda thought about this for a moment, "well are you willing to teach them, because if you arn't then you shouldn't be talking, and what you said didn't really answer my question," Chanda tiped back.
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Post by merridy on Apr 11, 2009 22:52:21 GMT -5
"I indirectly answered your question, but I still answered it. And I can't exactly help a dead Hacker can I? Besides, there's not much to teach so much as learning to observe."
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Post by Clock on Apr 11, 2009 22:54:06 GMT -5
Chanda was chewing on the inside of her cheek with irritation now. "you're not very nice either. Thanks for helping me out but I think I'm gonna go calm down now..." Chanda tiped.
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Post by merridy on Apr 11, 2009 22:58:53 GMT -5
Keel typed "whatever you say." and then logged off. He plugged his laptop in to recharage and went to sleep.
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Post by Clock on Apr 11, 2009 23:10:18 GMT -5
Chanda logged off then threw herself on her bed in frustration. "He was sertainly rude." She mumbled staring at the ceeling. She stayed like that for a minute or two then smiled, "oh well." She said getting up, "I'll probably never see him again anyway." She changed into her pajamas and went to sleep. chanda had that dream again. A bunch of jumbled pictures and sounds. Feet running down the stares of a porch, the view from underneath them while people talk in hushed voices. Someone calling her name while standing in a feald beond the porch steps. Then it got to crazy for Chanda to make out and she just listens to the sounds. Horses, fire, screaming, talking, whispering from right beside her. Then finaly it all calmed down and the last thing chanda saw before she opened her eyes was blood, the only thing in colour in a wold of black and white- flowing slowly down the steps infront of her and a muffled scream. Chanda woke up screaming into her pillow. She sat up and gasped for air then sat panting for a moment. She was drenched in sweet as she looked at the clock. it was about six, that left atleast two hours till school started at eight. Chanda slowly got out of bed and looked at her hands, she was shaking violently. A couple of the images from her dream were still trapped in her mind and she crouched down on the floor, curling into herself to get rid of the images and the shaking. She stayed there for atleast twenty minutes before she stopped shaking, and another ten before the images were startled out of her by a bell souding from her computer. She looked up at the screan. She had an email from her brother. Chanda got off the floor and went over to the computer. She deleated the email before even opening it. She didn't remember why, but she always refused her brothers company and words. Then she opened her dream diary which she kept on the computer and tiped in her most resent dream pluss how long it took to recover from it. "Time spent in recuvory, therty minutes..." she read aloud quietly, "it's getting worce..." she muttered, then got up to take a shower. She was tired of being sweety.
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Post by merridy on Apr 13, 2009 19:30:48 GMT -5
((because I use daggers way too much in rps, as of now Keel's weapon is a long staff with two curved blades on either end...think of crabclaws)) Before the school counsellor even said his name Keel stood up and headed towards the classroom door. Of course this wasn't the first time he'd been called out of class so that the counsellor, Ms. Wattson could discuss his "antisocial behavior" with him. Before following her out he looked up at the clock and asked in his usual quiet croaking voice "am I going to need to bring my stuff?" Ms. Wattson followed Keel's gaze at the clock and nodded "most likely." Keel went to his desk and grabbed his binder and pencil case with a little more force than necessariy and left the room as the counsellor apologized, once again, for the intrudence. Once in Ms.Wattson's office Keel dumped his binder and things on an empty chair and sprawled himself along the somewhat ratty green couch that sat beneath a small window. Ms.Wattson appeared shortly after, a worried crease appearing on her forhead as she looked at Keel's rather apathetic demeanour. She sat down in a chair in front of him and folded her hands on her lap. "Keel why don't you make any effort to socialize? You've been at this school for five years now and you haven't once made a lasting friend. You know yourself how your poor attitude and tendency to be overtly blunt when talking to others is a direct link to your antisocial behavoir. If you just opened up to people you'd be able to have better conversational skills, and....well people would like you better. Don't you understand this?" Keel shrugged. "I don't really care." Besides, what were the use of friends in his world? They'd only get in the way while fighting Sibers, and lower his marks in school by dragging him to this place and that leaving him no time to work. Ms.Wattson threw her fist down on the coffee table between them. "Keel I've had enough of this. By the end of this week...well better make it month...if you don't have at least one friend that you can call close, I will have you pulled out of this school until you do. Don't think I'm joking, because I'm not. I've talked to your teachers before and they also agree that this needs to be done!" Keel looked at Ms.Wattson with more attention. Realizing that she was indeed serious, Keel stood up and grabbed his things, not quite slamming the door as he left without a word. Shortly before the buzzer rang to signal the next period Mr. Elis walked into his grade 11 history class to find Keel already there, leaning back on his chair with a look of pure loathing. Mr. Elis went straight to his desk without saying anything, suddenly finding himself immensly engrossed in the ink blot on a student's pre-corrected paper.
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Post by Clock on Apr 17, 2009 16:29:21 GMT -5
"YOU'RE WHAT!" Chanda screamed lost in her hatred. "I'm sending you to a diffrent school." Her uncle said simply, "I don't like the people you hang out with in your curent school." Chanda was speachless, where the hell had this come from. She was leaving for school when he'd called her in to the livingroom and just randomly said "I'm trancfering you to another school." Not, "good morning Chanda," or nothing, just you're trancfering. "I like the school I'm at now!" She yelled, "can't you reconsider Uncle?! I mean, I've got friends! I'm doing well! I don't want to change schools! I wont!" She stamped her foot on the ground, good thing she'd woken up erly. "I've made up my mind." Her Uncle said, "now go upstares and change, it's a publick school I think. You'd look foolish in your uniform." Chanda stood fuming for a moment or too more then she turned and ran up the stares to her room. "That was rather harsh..." Her Aunt said after she was gone. Her Uncle shrugged, "doing things she doesn't like are all part of being a parent." "yes..." Her aunt mumbled playing with something in the air that wasn't really there, "but did you have to change her school on a whim?" Her Uncle looked at his wife, then shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the TV. Chanda sat on her bed after changing, holding her breath and trying to make herself feel better. But every time she got close, she thought about how insensitve her Uncle had looked while making a magore desition in Chanda's life. No warning, just, you are now going to another school.Finaly, figuring that she was not going to calm herself down, she got up, grabbed her bag and went downstares. Her Uncle stood up, "I'll take you this morning, but tomorrow you're on your own, so figure out the rout as we go." Chanda followed him grumbling all the way. She'd only looked at the school from the outside and already she hated it. She sat outside the office in a huff while her Uncle went in to do all the paper work. A couple of passing students looked at her with worry. She did look pretty mean sitting there with her arms crossed and her head sinking into her shoulders. She wasn't glaring at anything in particular, mostly the wall. It was as close as she could get to glaring at the school. "Damn new school..." She mumbled a couple times. The bell rang twice while she was sitting there and her Uncle still hadn't come out. She wasn't glaring at the wall anymore, and she was sitting up strait as sitting hunched over in anger can be quite uncomftorble after an hour or so. She was glaring around her now, taking in her seroundings. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought it might not be so bad here. She wouldn't have to ware a uniform anymore. But then the other part of her mind reminded her that she would have to make new friends. Her Uncle came out of the office as the halls flooded with children heading for their next class. "Here's you're scedual." he said handing it to Chanda with a sigh. Chanda took it astonished. "You selected my courses for me!" she growled. Her Uncle nodded, "I picked them baced on the ones you had in your other school and your intrests." He turned and waved, "have fun." Chanda crumpled the paper in her hand angerly. There would be no recuvory from this sort of angry. She'd only been like this once and she hadn't let it go, so there was no reson for her to let it go now. ((hint hint Merridy, lol))
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Post by merridy on Apr 17, 2009 22:42:36 GMT -5
((is it possible for Keel to be a level 4 hacker instead of 3? his character is just feeling a bit more mature than a level 3 in the world of fighting Sibers)) When the new girl walked into the AP Mathematics class Keel nearly fell over in his chair. Every bit of that girl brought about vivid flashbacks of a hacker panting by the body of a Siber, large scythe resting in one hand. Rude and out of character for him as it was, Keel couldn't stop staring at her in utter disbelief. However when the girl finally looked his way Keel immediatly buried his face into his math textbook, looking for errors in his homework when he had already checked and double-checked in his morning spare to find none.
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Post by Clock on Apr 18, 2009 13:25:45 GMT -5
Chanda looked to her left and let out a small groan then slammed her head on the desk. this day just keeps getting better and better doesn't it She thought sarcastickly, well... I'd better talk to him, I didn't get a chance to thank him in person anyway She took a deep breath sat up strate and said, "Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday, I was kinda rude, thanks for helping me out." She tryed to say this as nicely as posible, but this was hard in her state of unhappieness.
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Post by merridy on Apr 18, 2009 19:22:24 GMT -5
Keel shrugged in response,muttering something incoherent, then looked up when the tone of Chanda's voice hit his ears. "What's with the depressing attitude? Something die on you?" There really was little worse than having a desk partner with an everlasting dark cloud hanging over them. Sooner or later that cloud was going to spread over to you if nothing was done to push it away.
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