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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Dec 28, 2008 18:37:54 GMT -5
Finally Ariel had managed to get somewhere without getting lost. But then again, it wasn't hard to find the courtyard, really, seeing as it's the central point of St. Gregory's. Well, you gotta take your victories as they come, she figured as she made her way outside. The cold didn't bother her too much since she was used to the frigid waters of the ocean. It was the wind that got to her, forcing Ariel to pull her black peacoat around her tighter. She had changed her scarf from earlier, just because she wanted a change of color. Ariel never could really decide on one color. It depended on her mood, really, so she was constantly changing her clothes. That was why she had a vibrant pink scarf on now instead of the turquoise one she was wearing earlier.
The wind kept on pulling at Ariel's hair but that was nothing new, really. Water did the same thing and she was overall used to it. Her red hair was unbound with loose waves flowing through it. Ariel hated pulling her hair back into those severe buns that the teachers here seemed to love. Hair was meant to flow freely and she really didn't put much effort into taming hers although it really didn't need much effort anyways. Ariel glanced around the courtyard. She liked the open area, but most of all the trees. They took on a life of their own with the wind. The leaves kept on moving, rustling, trying to tell their story to the world. They just needed someone to listen to them.
Ariel smoothed her light pink dress down beneath her peacoat. Her legs were hidden from sight by leggings underneath her dress and boots over them to keep her warm. It really wouldn't do her much good to be frozen. Ariel made her way over to the biggest tree in the courtyard and plopped herself down beneath it, resting her head against the trunk and gazing up into the branches. She missed her home. She missed Eric. She couldn't find the boy anywhere around here and she probably wouldn't be as homesick as she was now if she had him around. This whole world was confusing to her and she was pretty sure the rest of the students around here could see her confusion written plainly on her face. It was slightly embarrassing.
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Post by tresmagnifique on Dec 28, 2008 19:34:19 GMT -5
The harsh white glow of the winter sunshine refracted off of every last sprinkle of snow. This was precisely why Mr. Mercury stood there with a pair of white-rimmed aviators and his top hat cocked low over his eyes. Why he was standing there was another question, however, easily answered by the peculiar clear pipe he pulled back and fourth. He had just begun to nuzzle the mouth to his lips and take a long drag when he caught a ribbon of thick red hair flicking through the winter breeze. Michael took a long, satisfying inhale of his pipe. He tucked it away just as he whistled a low note of appreciation.
Redheads were always wild.
Her image captured him, held his gaze transfixed to her. He watched the smooth flow of here pink dress as she sat, sweeping in circles around her legs. Michael’s lips curled up in approval, still inhaling deeply the residue of crack. The collar of his oversized peacoat was flipped up in preparation for conquest, licking at his lips like he always did. And of course he checked his pocket for his trusty camera. He never went anywhere without it.
Michael skipped toward her, twirling on the tip of his toes as he landed before the pretty redhead. “This seat taken, marm? A wee bit cold for yourself to be sitting there in the snow, though.” His nose crinkled as he plopped right down anyways and arched his back against the tree. “Enjoying the wintertime then? Quite a beautiful dame, Lady Frost is” Clearly, meeting new people was no thing for the infamous Michael Mercury.
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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Dec 28, 2008 19:47:49 GMT -5
Ariel looked away from the leaves in surprise as she heard someone sit down by her. He looked peculiar. His clothes were in no way matching with his hat or glasses, but something about the odd mixture seemed to work on this guy. He was a red head, much like her, but he had an odd spark about him, much unlike Ariel's calm demeanor. And he clearly had no problem talking to people he didn't know, a trait that Ariel rather admired in other people. Ever since she had got here, Ariel had closed herself off from anyone she didn't know.
She shrugged at his comment about the snow. "I'm used to the cold so it doesn't bother me so much as the wind does. And the snow's beautiful." Ariel wasn't used to the snow so it intrigued her. It was cold and wet, but magical in a realistic way. Most of the stuff back home was so unrealistic which was what made it so interesting. However, snow was different. And besides, the way the sunlight hit it, it kind of sparkled, like someone had sprinkled glitter all over it.
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Post by tresmagnifique on Dec 28, 2008 20:11:39 GMT -5
“You don’t look like you’re from around here, marm,” Michael observed. The sunglasses were sliding off his nose to relay a hint of his bloodshot, bright eyes. He was careful to push them up before suspicion was aroused. “What’s your name? Myself? I would be Michael Mercury. Yes, that is my real name. Nifty, eh, marm?”
The hand that had been gripping on to his pipe extended out of his sleeve, the paraphernalia having vanished, to shake her hand. All the while his feet kicked out, the rubber of the rainboots squealing as they slid up against one another. “Quite the charming little bird, aren’t you?” Michael had a crooked smile, enough to fascinate some one in it’s queer joyousness.
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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Dec 28, 2008 20:29:29 GMT -5
He had an odd way of speaking, that was for sure. Not even people back home called her marm. Maybe it was the way that people acted around here, though. She could never be sure. At this school, people had an odd way of speaking so she had just learned to go along with it at this point. He had an interesting name. "Mine's Ariel. Ariel Rita Muirin. And no, I'm not from around here. I just transferred to this school." Transferred. That sounded like the right word. That's what everyone had been saying around here.
Ariel couldn't help but smile a little when he called her charming. It was a flattering word. She hadn't been called charming in a long time. Ariel wasn't exactly sure how to react to that, especially since she was "with" Eric. "Well you're quite the flatterer, aren't you?" she said, returning his comment. It was all she could think of saying at this point. He wasn't the type of person she couldn't open up to immediately, not like Wendy. Wendy had been one of those people that she could tell was going through the same exact thing as she was. Michael was a different story.
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Post by tresmagnifique on Dec 28, 2008 20:51:25 GMT -5
Michael whistled again as he rolled back on his tailbone.. “Ariel, eh?” He repeated, the name striking some sort of familiarity. Perhaps he‘d think of it the while they were conversing. It wasn’t every bird or bloke to go about with a name like Ariel. “Pretty name, pretty bird. Makes sense to me.”
His long knobby fingers curled and uncurled while his wrists sat over his knees. The rainboots were having a good time clacking together and squeak in the snow’s moisture. Ariel. Ariel. Why was that name so familiar? The boy popped his lips as he gazed out to no where in particular. He was really hungry. Perhaps he should have brought a snack. And what exactly was the function of a microwave? His thick hair flounced as he shook his head. “So, Ariel bird. What would a thing like you be doing out here in the cold all on your lonesome? I mean,” He took the liberty of draping his arm around her shoulder. Quite the brash bloke, he was. And his warm breath came so close to her ear as he made move to whisper for no apparent reason. “It’s not safe, you know?”
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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Dec 28, 2008 21:02:50 GMT -5
A chill was sent down Ariel's spine as she felt Michael's arm around her shoulder. It wasn't the exciting chill she got whenever Ariel's hand brushed Eric's. No, it was a colder chill and Ariel had a strange feeling that it wasn't just because the snow was getting to her. She got a strange feeling from Michael, although she couldn't quite place it. But what was she to do? Pushing his arm away could be seen as discourteous so Ariel let it stay there, although she did nothing to encourage his behavior.
"How chivalrous of you to be concerned with my safety, but I believe that I've dealt with more dangerous situations than sitting in the snow alone before. Besides, I'm in the middle of a school. What do you think is going to happen with all the teachers around?" Although Ariel wasn't positive of the school's safety yet, she was pretty sure that it wasn't anything she couldn't handle on her own. Pretty sure.
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Post by tresmagnifique on Dec 28, 2008 21:21:35 GMT -5
He felt particularly warm, as he did after any ‘treatment’. Michael himself didn’t particularly notice the sweat beading over his eyebrows as he continued talking. “Ah, such a silly bird. There’s plenty of danger here. Why the q- ”
Quickly his teeth clamped down on his tongue. “Ariel!” Why hadn’t he thought of it before? A coy grin curled the corner of his mischievous lips in the perfect way. His arm had removed from her shoulders by then and his finger was wagging at her, as if she were the naughty one. The hair on his head sprang to new volumes as he removed his hat. His head tipped forward in a courteous little bow while his heart pounded heavily on his breast. “Princess.”
Michael’s smile was maddening, his eyes wide and bright behind his shades. The tophat was placed back atop his crown of curly copper.
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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Dec 28, 2008 21:40:17 GMT -5
Ariel caught her breath. What? Princess? There was no way... Her eyes were huge as they turned to Michael's face. His mischievous face. She could see different layers of Michael's personality flicking across his face. Her heart beat faster. Was it bad that he knew her secret? Or was this just another of his little flattering comments? No, this was different. There was a small hint of seriousness in his voice that made Ariel believe that he knew something. Something that he obviously deemed important in his mind.
"What did you say?" she asked, trying to act like she didn't know what he meant. Maybe she could pull it off. It scared her that he knew her secret. There was something different about Michael that didn't settle right with Ariel. It was the same feeling that she got when he had put his arm around her. There was something off with him that couldn't be explained in layman's terms.
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Post by tresmagnifique on Dec 28, 2008 21:55:59 GMT -5
Michael ate up her fear in a hurry. The goofy, Cheshire grin on his face only flourished with each waking moment - really only a few seconds - to have gone by. His knuckles cracked in favorable anxiety. “Then you haven’t met the others then, eh? Mymy what a lucky little bird. Dames in the old world. Right frank bitches in this one. It‘s a good thing I’ve gotten to you first… ” An idea struck the Hatter as quite ingenious. “I would be the welcoming committee, if you will. Here to make right of your situation here on this Earth place.”
“Perhaps you should join me some time for a bit of tea? I make a fair tea..” His wide eyes squint to try and focus on her frequently distorting features. Even blurry, she was attractive. “In any case there are a few certain rituals you might want to be aware of, yes?” If he played his cards right, he could turn this clueless princess in to one of his own. He’d done it with Alice - Allison. He could do it with her. Michaels grin could only twist wider across his sunken features.
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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Dec 28, 2008 22:07:53 GMT -5
Oh dear, the boy was definitely confusing. Ariel wasn't exactly sure whether he was welcoming her or whether there was a more malicious undertone to his offer. She couldn't tell. His whole persona was somewhat of a jigsaw puzzle and his words were even harder to figure out. Ariel couldn't think of anything witty to say back to Michael. Not that she was a witty person by nature, but usually something came to mind.
"What exactly are you offering?" she asked, knowing that that probably didn't sound like the most intelligent response, but at this point, she cared more about clarification than sounding smart. The last thing she needed was to be more confused than she already was in this twisted world. His offer to make her aware of certain rituals did sound like help, though. Ariel bit the side of her mouth, trying to place his words into the right context.
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Post by tresmagnifique on Dec 31, 2008 1:32:59 GMT -5
Michael giggled. For an educated noble she was certainly slow on the uptake. He attempted to adjust his dialect to something more understandable. Spidery fingers reached out for his toes and crawled over his footwear. “Silly bird, I’m offering you a lasting companionship in this dark world and collaboration to scheme for ways back home.”
Sitting back straight he gave her a smiling once-over. Delectable. Positively grade-A princess material, alright. His hands recoiled to his pockets and clutched the hidden camera stored with dozens of potential money shots. Was this little mermaid educated in the use of human undergarments, he wondered? Another sick smile to himself was played off as an eagerness for friendship and an explosion of flamboyancy.
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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Dec 31, 2008 2:14:00 GMT -5
Although it sounded suspicious, Ariel couldn't see anything wrong with what Michael was saying. In all honesty, most of the Disney princesses are extremely gullible and Ariel was no exception. To be frank, she gave her voice to a sea witch with the only way of getting it back being a kiss of true love when she wasn't even sure if Eric liked her back the way she was obsessing over him. So of course Michael's offer didn't strike the worst of chords with Ariel. She had never really been the suspicious type.
However, one thing she had learned was that every offer required something in return and Michael was more than likely no different. "What do I have to offer up in return?" Ariel asked slowly, not quite willing to just take a blind leap off a cliff. She crossed her left leg over her outstretched right leg, oblivious to the icy feeling of the snow slowly seeping through her leggings. She had been through worse. In fact, most of the snow ends up melting into the ocean at one point or another and her father's palace wasn't exactly located in the Bahamas.
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Post by tresmagnifique on Jan 1, 2009 15:50:54 GMT -5
“Offer?” Michael echoed, whom was now rubbing his chin in thought. Of course there were his original intentions, but of course he couldn’t quite say those. Instead he settled with a term of his own creation with a broad, goofy grin. “You will attend an Unbirthday party. There will be tea. And cake.”
Of course smoking kettles were more then what they would seem. Kettles were lovely for containing burning narcotics, and the nozzle the perfect instrument for dispersing the fumes evenly. And the cake?! Why the cake was a lovely tool to hide all of his grass. It was quite delicious with a side of pink frosting. The boy seemed to be salivating at his own imagination. “Pardon me,” He begged, nuzzling the corner of his lips with his sleeve. “But what do you say, my dear?! Is it a deal?”
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Post by Ariel Rita Muirin on Jan 1, 2009 23:33:56 GMT -5
Ariel had to think about his offer for a second. An un-birthday? She had never heard of one of those before. Not wanting to sound stupid, she tried to figure it out on her own and this time, it didn't take long for her to decide that it was a "not birthday." She didn't know people celebrated those around here, or maybe it was just Michael. She had a strange feeling that it was just him, but it sounded fun. Tea and cake was always a good thing.
Michael interrupted her thoughts, asking if she would or not. "I guess so," Ariel answered, "An un-birthday party sounds like fun and tea's lovely." Maybe she had been wrong about Michael. Maybe he was here to help her and she had just judged him too quickly. Not everyone always made her trust them the first time she met them and Michael was probably just one of those people. "When would you have this un-birthday party?"
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