Post by TRISTAN LEROZA MYTHE on Aug 23, 2009 23:13:06 GMT -6
((All text in italics are Evangeline's side-thoughts that are picked up by Tristan, although she doesn't realize they are not hers.))
Commencing Mission: Passing Ghost.
Mission objective: Invisibility. Walk the hallways, get used to them, and be absolutely unnoticed while I do so.
"No issues so far," whispered the student to no one in particular. Her eyes flicked back and forth, mentally noting room numbers. She had been through all the hallways several times, memorizing pathways, shortest distance from point to point, scenic routes in case she had time and wanted to avoid as many people as possible. From the front entrance to every classroom, where the bathrooms were so she could hide from boys scary terrifying what would they do to her, Principle's office.... Or was it Headmaster, here?
She still didn't know.
She did, however, know that she already hated it here.
Tristan's life of roiling changes started when she was only ten, and gave her only a three-year period of calm in the middle before throwing her back to the wolves, and this was the last straw. She was a Shifter why me why a mouse I don't want this TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME and her parents sent her here to get away from her. No, that wasn't true, just unfair to her mom and dad. They'd actually tried to keep her under their custody. That was the word, custody. Control, she supposed, although her mom said it was just legal lingo, that silly word.
Custody.
And now, as she passed a custodian custody what does he control what does he have custody of, she noticed that she had to pee. Good, she already knew where the bathrooms were. Damn, she looked like a guy. She hoped she did. Looking down at herself, she nodded in slight satisfaction. All of her curves were hidden. Bulky sweater. Loose pants, with a belt. Un-curvy to the extreme. Mondo boy-like.
Taking practiced strides hey everybody when you walk the walk you gotta back it all up you gotta talk the talk Tristan paced the hallways and opened the door to the bathroom marked Mens. Once she did what she had to do in a stall, she stopped in front of the mirror, then blinked. Her hand turned the faucet, water falling in a deluge from the spigot. Hands washed, hands dried, then gaze back at that mirror. She appraised herself. Huh, she was actually kind of cute. Boy keep them away cute, although she wouldn't date herself.
A slight smile graced her lips at the thought, lasting until the door opened, which sent her into a panic. She gasped, whipped around, and saw the boy I'm alone he's alone with me stay away don't come near me please oh please stay away get away go go get out must get out. Despite the fierce mental instructions to run, she could not move. She was completely frozen.
The boy, however, stared at her, right in the face, looking confused. For a about a half a minute, they stared at each other, Tristan getting more and more frantic in her mind. Then he broke it, shaking his head and saying, "Weirdo." He walked over to a stall and entered, which gave Tristan what she thought of as an opportunity to escape. Out like a shot, she ran for a deuce of digits in steps before slowing to a quick walk. She felt her hips begin to swing with her step like she was used to doing at home and forced them back to straight and unmoving.
Spying a bench in the hallway, Tristan walked quickly toward it, sitting down and leaning back with her hands in her hair. Short hair, cut like a boy would have his if he wanted it longer. It seemed to be the style, which would make it unremarkable, which was all to the better. Unremarkable was good.
Her mind went back over the encounter in the bathroom oh god what if he found out what if he knows what would he do am I fast enough I could run I'm in good shape I could get away and she tried not to react. Tried not to behave like her greatest fear had, in her perception, barely been avoided.
She tried very hard not to cry.
She almost pulled it off.
One tear fell from her eye, which she brushed away quickly. Crying would get her noticed. She couldn't. No. It would not happen. She would end the day without a word to any other student, only talk to the headiple princemaster if she had to. Likely she would. Oh, God, she hoped he or she or whatever didn't page her through the PA. Everyone always looked in the halls to see who was moving with purpose, who was getting off a bench, trying to find out who was being summoned. She wouldn't be able to handle it.
An idea formed. Yeah, she could just pretend not to hear it for a while, pretend it wasn't her being called for, and then just get up later like it was what she was going to do anyway. That would work. Nobody would notice. Like a passing ghost. Invisible.
Commencing Mission: Passing Ghost.
Mission objective: Invisibility. Walk the hallways, get used to them, and be absolutely unnoticed while I do so.
"No issues so far," whispered the student to no one in particular. Her eyes flicked back and forth, mentally noting room numbers. She had been through all the hallways several times, memorizing pathways, shortest distance from point to point, scenic routes in case she had time and wanted to avoid as many people as possible. From the front entrance to every classroom, where the bathrooms were so she could hide from boys scary terrifying what would they do to her, Principle's office.... Or was it Headmaster, here?
She still didn't know.
She did, however, know that she already hated it here.
Tristan's life of roiling changes started when she was only ten, and gave her only a three-year period of calm in the middle before throwing her back to the wolves, and this was the last straw. She was a Shifter why me why a mouse I don't want this TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME and her parents sent her here to get away from her. No, that wasn't true, just unfair to her mom and dad. They'd actually tried to keep her under their custody. That was the word, custody. Control, she supposed, although her mom said it was just legal lingo, that silly word.
Custody.
And now, as she passed a custodian custody what does he control what does he have custody of, she noticed that she had to pee. Good, she already knew where the bathrooms were. Damn, she looked like a guy. She hoped she did. Looking down at herself, she nodded in slight satisfaction. All of her curves were hidden. Bulky sweater. Loose pants, with a belt. Un-curvy to the extreme. Mondo boy-like.
Taking practiced strides hey everybody when you walk the walk you gotta back it all up you gotta talk the talk Tristan paced the hallways and opened the door to the bathroom marked Mens. Once she did what she had to do in a stall, she stopped in front of the mirror, then blinked. Her hand turned the faucet, water falling in a deluge from the spigot. Hands washed, hands dried, then gaze back at that mirror. She appraised herself. Huh, she was actually kind of cute. Boy keep them away cute, although she wouldn't date herself.
A slight smile graced her lips at the thought, lasting until the door opened, which sent her into a panic. She gasped, whipped around, and saw the boy I'm alone he's alone with me stay away don't come near me please oh please stay away get away go go get out must get out. Despite the fierce mental instructions to run, she could not move. She was completely frozen.
The boy, however, stared at her, right in the face, looking confused. For a about a half a minute, they stared at each other, Tristan getting more and more frantic in her mind. Then he broke it, shaking his head and saying, "Weirdo." He walked over to a stall and entered, which gave Tristan what she thought of as an opportunity to escape. Out like a shot, she ran for a deuce of digits in steps before slowing to a quick walk. She felt her hips begin to swing with her step like she was used to doing at home and forced them back to straight and unmoving.
Spying a bench in the hallway, Tristan walked quickly toward it, sitting down and leaning back with her hands in her hair. Short hair, cut like a boy would have his if he wanted it longer. It seemed to be the style, which would make it unremarkable, which was all to the better. Unremarkable was good.
Her mind went back over the encounter in the bathroom oh god what if he found out what if he knows what would he do am I fast enough I could run I'm in good shape I could get away and she tried not to react. Tried not to behave like her greatest fear had, in her perception, barely been avoided.
She tried very hard not to cry.
She almost pulled it off.
One tear fell from her eye, which she brushed away quickly. Crying would get her noticed. She couldn't. No. It would not happen. She would end the day without a word to any other student, only talk to the headiple princemaster if she had to. Likely she would. Oh, God, she hoped he or she or whatever didn't page her through the PA. Everyone always looked in the halls to see who was moving with purpose, who was getting off a bench, trying to find out who was being summoned. She wouldn't be able to handle it.
An idea formed. Yeah, she could just pretend not to hear it for a while, pretend it wasn't her being called for, and then just get up later like it was what she was going to do anyway. That would work. Nobody would notice. Like a passing ghost. Invisible.