Sitara Neela Asman
Psychology Grade 11
I am one of your best nightmares, one of your worst dreams.
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Post by Sitara Neela Asman on Jul 12, 2010 18:23:39 GMT -4
In a cafeteria full of people bustling about, tables crowded with people (some of which had five too many occupied chairs around them), there wasn't a single unoccupied table. Well, that is, except for the one Tara was sitting at. There she sat, picking at a Ceasar salad she didn't want (she was trying to be good today and eat at least one vegetable, even if it was covered in dressing and croutons and chicken), wishing that there had been more than one slice of pepperoni pizza left when she had approached the pizza station. Tara sighed, putting down her fork. The food today was just... bland. Cooked veggies, some casserole thing, meat loaf (a dish she thought they only served in fictional cafeterias), none of which she had on her plate... the only thing that looked remotely digestable was the pizza, salad, and brownie. The brownie of hope. It was the only thing on her plate that looked, well, delicious. Even the pizza looked too greasy. Tara picked up the slice of pizza, taking a bite as the rain pounded down overhead. Why it was raining in the middle of summer, she would never know. All she knew is that the weather man said it would be sunny for the next week, and he was wrong. Boy would he be getting tons of complaints tonight, she thought to herself with a smile, thinking of how comic the image of a flood of angry letters was (a literal flood , of course, since Tara's mind was always way too literal for her own good). As Tara nommed on her pizza, she wished she has something to do. Her iPod was out of power, and was charging in her room, so she couldn't listen to music (which sucked because at the moment, she had Blue by Eiffel 65 stuck in her head, and the only way to get that song out of her head was to listen to music) and the only things she had in her book bag were a couple library books, and she didn't dare read a library book while eating, for fear of spilling something on one of the books. As Tara's mind began to wander, she found herself tapping on the pin on her book bag to the tune of the annoying 90's song playing in her head. She noted someone glaring at her for it from another table and quickly stopped. For some reason, her hands always had to be busy. Finishing up her slice of pizza, she started playing with her beaded bracelet, as she contemplated what to finish next. Salad? Brownie? Soda? She picked salad, so she took a forkful of it (alright, it was more a forkful of chicken and croutons with a couple of salad leafs on it) and popped it into her mouth. Well, this wasn't that bad, she thought to herself. She could eat salad, provided there were enough non-salad toppings on it.
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Post by Prentice 'Ren' Urban on Jul 14, 2010 3:56:51 GMT -4
I WANT TO TAKE THEM DOWN STRIKE THEM DOWN AND LEAVE THEM STRUCK DOWN [/color][/right] ---------------------- ----------------------PRENTICE'REN'URBAN----------------------[/center] Of all the things he had to do supervising the students in the cafeteria was probably one of his least favorite things. It was almost always disgustingly loud in the room when there were students and a good deal of them, at times, were almost worse than pigs. He watched as some student dropped half of their food on the floor and merely left it there. Lips drew back from his teeth in a silent snarl, his tiger close to the surface, but he turned away. Arms crossed as he picked his way around the room watching the students but ultimately passing unnoticed, as most teachers did, insignificant under the worries and fears of the children who were in the school.
His hair was still wet, some what, from being outside in the rain and was sticking up rather strangely in almost a version of bed head but looking a bit more wild except for the hair that framed his face. And his clothing consisting of a pleasantly blank black shirt, if only a bit tight, and a plain pair of black pants he hardly was one to be easily picked out from the crowd of other students. It was only his usual accessories, for those who had his class, that gave him away. The constantly there silver band around his right wrist and the usual choker around his neck. Beyond that he had one fingerless glove on, his right hand again, hiding the scar there all of it allowing him to basically blend in with the crowd for the most part. Prowling around and just waiting for something to happen, really, or for his replacement to come which ever came first.
It turned out that the next shift came on first, which was back from when they had been teaching classes so he would have a chance to eat as well, another almost lap around the room before he merely dropped in to a chair across from some girl. One that wasn't in any of his classes at least so he could, basically, get away from sitting across from her with out too much of a problem. For a moment he watched her, of course he did, the tiger in his mind wondering if she was something that was worth fighting or not. With that thought he turned away with a sigh knowing full well he couldn't hit students, even if they didn't know he was a teacher, so he shouldn't have been sitting across from her wondering if she'd be good for a fight.
He frowned slightly, more to himself than to her, since he knew it was the inactivity that was bothering him more than anything else. Being bored always reverted him back to how he had been as a younger person. Always brawling just for the sake of it and to fulfill those small things only he knew about. Some movement of her's caught his attention again and he watched her for a moment spearing some salad almost like she was worried about her health, or perhaps the taste. It amused him, to some extent, that people were always so strange about vegetables. At least he could poke fun at her that wasn't against the rules at least. Prentice shifted slightly so that when he talked it was obvious he was talking to her. His tone was somewhere between mocking and laughing. "You know... If you keep eating your salad like that you will be left with no toppings and nothing but the lettuce it's self. But of course one would assume that you are smart enough to know this. One should hope anyways."---------------------- MADE TO FAIL WITH EVERYTHING I GAIN JUST AN INFECTIVE PIECE IN A DEFECTIVE GAME [/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] ---------------------- anything to say?♦♦NOTES♦♦Tara▼▲TAGS▼▲clicky♥♥OUTFIT♥♥616¶WORD COUNT¶My computer run. xD♪♫MUSE MUSIC♪♫√√COPYRIGHTS√√Thread template created by Dymetri Lyrics: Screams of the Undead by Demon Hunter
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Sitara Neela Asman
Psychology Grade 11
I am one of your best nightmares, one of your worst dreams.
Posts: 76
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Post by Sitara Neela Asman on Jul 14, 2010 5:17:35 GMT -4
Tara continued eating her salad in the same manner, eating mainly chicken and croutons with a few leaves. She stopped partway through and started drinking some of her soda, giving herself a sort of break from the hard, difficult work that was eating a salad. It was odd that eating vegetables and salad and the like was so hard for her when her shift was a fruit bat. She contemplated this. Based on her eating habits, one would think she was a vampire bat or something similar. Nope. Not true. She was a fruit bat and... well yes, she did have quite the sweet tooth, and she did enjoy fruit... the apple she had finished off earlier today was proof of that... and yet, she was a big fan of meat (provided it was cooked to her liking; she wasn't a fan of meatloaf, for example) when her shift was not. Tara contemplated this for a moment. All the people she knew with carnivores as shifts spoke often about meat and how much they craved it. The people with herbivores as shifts weren't as into meat, if they weren't vegetarian. And those with omnivores (a word she couldn't think of without picturing a shirt she had seen someone wear that said "I'm an om nom nomnivore") as shifts, well they were somewhere in the middle... not vegetarians, but they didn't really crave meat either. When someone sat across from her, Tara initially ignored him. She figured if he wanted to speak to her, he would. He probably just needed somewhere to sit, after all, there was no going back outside in this weather unless you WANTED to get drenched. After all, he didn't exactly look like one of those super friendly guys who went around introducing themselves to people... quite the opposite, he looked as if introducing yourself to him would be a death threat. Although Tara initially assumed he was a senior, upon closer inspection, he appeared more than one year older than her. So unless he was held back, she surmised that he was the really young Physics teacher that she knew absolutely nothing else about. Seriously, all that she had heard about this guy was that he was young. Not that she would ever be taking any of his classes; Tara hated physics, and she had the option to take other fascinating science classes like genetics and anatomy instead, options that she delighted in despite not being a science major. "You know... If you keep eating your salad like that you will be left with no toppings and nothing but the lettuce it's self. But of course one would assume that you are smart enough to know this. One should hope anyways." Anyone familiar with Tara's facial expressions would know that at the moment, she was hiding a blush underneath her melanin. It was moments like these where she was glad that her Indian heritage provided her with the luxury of being unable to turn tomato red when embarrassed. After a moment, she lifted her head, looked him straight in the eye, and spoke. "I see no problem with that." She said simply at first. "But clearly you're just itching to start an argument, so go ahead and give it another go." Tara had no problems with talking back to a teacher. After all, he started it. As long as she kept her temper under control and didn't hit him... she knew that if a student hit a teacher, they faced suspension, something Tara didn't like the idea of.
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Post by Prentice 'Ren' Urban on Jul 14, 2010 23:15:58 GMT -4
I WANT TO TAKE THEM DOWN STRIKE THEM DOWN AND LEAVE THEM STRUCK DOWN [/color][/right] ---------------------- ----------------------PRENTICE'REN'URBAN----------------------[/center] He watched her with the air of a cat watching a particularly interesting mouse waiting to see what could happen before jumping on them. The more battle oriented part of his mind noted the various muscle movements and breathing rate of the girl. It wasn't a perfect system, few things were, but he could at least tell when she started to feel uneasy, mad or whatever. It amused him that she was apparently so easily flustered and the smile that came to his lips. It should have been comforting but like most people when he smiled with out meaning it there was always a sense of it being off. Of it being wrong in some way. It wasn't like he really wanted to comfort her in many ways he doubted he was capable of comforting a person at all.
Ren tilted his head slightly when she talked back to him a sign that he was actually listening to her rather than to what ever thoughts were running through his mind. It was fun to mess around with peoples emotions, for him anyways, he rather enjoyed poking at people just to see how much they could take after all. He settled back in the chair and put an elbow on the table still watching her for a moment longer before he tilted his head away almost as if something else had caught his attention.
"You smell like a bat." He managed to sound utterly bored when he said that, gazing off at who knew what exactly, some how managing to look utterly comfortable and at home on the normally rather uncomfortable plastic chairs. "Given the foods in front of you it seems like you have a sweet tooth. From that I would hazard a guess and say fruit bat, no? That aside it looks like you can hold your own in a fight, and I would have to say you are probably grade eleven, maybe twelve. But you do look older than you actually are."
That, of course, was a back handed comment although he doubted that she would be quick enough to catch it. Some would catch it and take it as a compliment. After all when a person was young they strived to be older, and smarter, and then as soon as they realized they were old suddenly the goal came to being younger. He had never really been in a hurry to get older though he'd just taken everything in stride and just gone with the flow of things.
He raised a hand and pushed back a random cowlick, he could see the shadow of it on the table, his features never changing as it proceeded to stick right back out again. Looking at the girl he shrugged slightly at nothing, probably some random thought with in his own mind, before settling back down again. "Name's Urban, by the way."---------------------- MADE TO FAIL WITH EVERYTHING I GAIN JUST AN INFECTIVE PIECE IN A DEFECTIVE GAME [/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] ---------------------- ♦♦NOTES♦♦Tara▼▲TAGS▼▲clicky♥♥OUTFIT♥♥486¶WORD COUNT¶Bad Apple♪♫MUSE MUSIC♪♫√√COPYRIGHTS√√Thread template created by Dymetri Lyrics: Screams of the Undead by Demon Hunter
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Sitara Neela Asman
Psychology Grade 11
I am one of your best nightmares, one of your worst dreams.
Posts: 76
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Post by Sitara Neela Asman on Jul 15, 2010 17:02:19 GMT -4
Tara noticed him tilt his head slightly as she spoke, replying simply by saying that she smelled like a bat. "That's because I am a bat." she remarked in return with a smirk. He then, by analyzing the food in front of her, pegged her as a fruit bat. Not really difficult, though she still wondered how he had picked an obscure animal like bat in the first place. It wasn't like there were many of them around. "Golden-crowned flying fox. Also called the golden-capped fruit bat." she told him. He then proceeded to analyze her further, saying she could hold her own in a fight and appeared to be older than she really was. She wondered why he had chosen to now state what was more compliment than insult, but externally, she simply nodded and said. "Eleventh. Though I am eighteen, which may explain it." Tara was a year older than her peers, not because she had been held back, but because she started school a year late. Now that he was silent, it was her turn for analysis. "You're that Physics teacher that everyone mistakes for a student." she said. "Though honestly, you might make just an effective Psychology teacher, if you had interest in that sort of thing." she paused. "And you are, quite obviously, a tiger." He was still, and analyzed her as if she were his prey, and yet any ego wasn't outwardly displayed as with a lion, and he wasn't as social as panthers and other big cats tended to be. Not to mention that he wasn't nearly as playful as the wolves Tara had met. No, he was very distinctly tiger-like. He introduced himself as Urban, which she found odd since it was likely his last name. But she supposed, as he was a teacher, he wouldn't like a student calling him by his first name anyway. "Sitara Asman. Or Tara, if pronunciation is an issue." she introduced herself, giving her full name rather than just a last or first name. She wondered though, if she was just supposed to call him Urban, or Mr. Urban, Or Professor Urban... no, he was no professor. And she doubted he would really care, so Urban it was.
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Post by Prentice 'Ren' Urban on Jul 19, 2010 22:35:05 GMT -4
I WANT TO TAKE THEM DOWN STRIKE THEM DOWN AND LEAVE THEM STRUCK DOWN [/color][/right] ---------------------- ----------------------PRENTICE'REN'URBAN----------------------[/center] "I know someone who shifts in to a bat." He held a hand out in front of him looking at his nails still seemingly utterly bored with talking to her. But given his personality, and apathy, it was pretty rare that he showed any interest in much of anything at all. But it was interesting, to some extent, to see how much his lack of interest bothered people at times. "Cut deep enough it is easy enough to guess at species based on the scent of a person."
There was a faint flicker of surprise when she correctly pegged him as a tiger. But he just shrugged it off, disregarding that small fact, instead listening to her talk. She was surprisingly correct on several facts. It was a bit surprising that she had managed to figure out that he was actually a teacher rather than a student. But the, he supposed, every one had different ways to gauge another persons visual age. More often than not he was pegged at maybe eighteen or nineteen which led people to believing that he was a student. "Who said that I had no interest in psychology, hmm? It really is quite interesting."
For a moment his expression shifted in to something else, the fake happiness abruptly draining away, but it was quickly replaced with that too fake smile of his. The wind howled outside so he tilted his head away slightly, listening to the storm rage for a moment, before he looked back at her. His mood having suddenly shifted for the worse rather than the better.
"What makes you think I am a tiger though. You haven't explained." He curled his fingers together and rested them against his stomach. While he was almost utterly still, other than breathing, there was a sudden tension under the surface of utter calm. "Unless of course you are guessing blindly and hoping that you choose the correct animal."
Now he was getting a tad more rude passing from his usual fun games of frustrating the students to just being cruel in a sense. And he could do far worse than just, of course he could, not that he could hit her but given his recent down turn in mood more than likely he would be a good deal more rude about the conversation now. Ren tilted his head back slightly.
"Sitara..." He pronounced it with a bit of an accent, different than her own, breaking the word in to three two letter syllables, but after a moment he shrugged slightly. "Very well, Miss Asmen, it is a pleasure to meet you."---------------------- MADE TO FAIL WITH EVERYTHING I GAIN JUST AN INFECTIVE PIECE IN A DEFECTIVE GAME [/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] ---------------------- Sorry for the wait. ;~;♦♦NOTES♦♦Tara▼▲TAGS▼▲clicky♥♥OUTFIT♥♥420-ish.¶WORD COUNT¶My computer run. xD♪♫MUSE MUSIC♪♫√√COPYRIGHTS√√Thread template created by Dymetri Lyrics: Screams of the Undead by Demon Hunter
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Sitara Neela Asman
Psychology Grade 11
I am one of your best nightmares, one of your worst dreams.
Posts: 76
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Post by Sitara Neela Asman on Jul 27, 2010 14:53:23 GMT -4
Tara raised an eyebrow when he said he knew a bat. "Really? I don't." she said. "Other than myself, obviously." she added. "Bats aren't the most common shift. It seems that wolves and big cats and the like are more common. Or, they are around here, anyway." she said. She continued eating the salad, eating more leaves this time. She nodded when he mentioned scent. She had figured as much. Another reason why she had him pegged as a tiger. Something, she realized, he hadn't chosen to address right away, instead bringing up psychology. If she was wrong about him being a tiger, he would probably have said so immediately. "Well, you don't have enough interest to teach it." She said. "Or it was already taken when you got the chance to teach here. But the fact that you're teaching physics leads me to believe you majored in it, and not in psychology." She shrugged. "It is an interesting subject, but for most, it's interesting in the same way that music, art, and sports are... as a hobby." He seemed to have taken up psychology as a hobby, but in a quite different way... it was his form of competition, she guessed, passing witty remarks back and forth and trying to figure the other out... like mental jousting. She chuckled when he accused her of guessing. She let a small smirk show on her face, and if one looked closely, they could notice a playful sparkle in her eye. "You speak to me as if I'm your prey." she stated simply. "As if you're about to eat me. That was my first hint." Come to think of it, the way he had approached her, she probably was her prey... in a very different way, of course. He would feed off of her reactions, rather than her flesh. "You're still and calm and speak only one or two sentences at a time. You seem to be somewhat... antisocial, as well... putting up the 'mysterious' front... oh, and earlier, you mentioned my scent. Which now that I think of it, is more doglike, but you're not social enough to be a canine of any sort." she said. "Not to mention the fact that you fail to admit when I am correct, you just throw something right back at me." She kind of liked that, actually. It wasn't a trait she saw in many of the other people she argued with. Tara tried not to wince at his attempt at her name. It could be worse, and she tried to acknowledge that, but the consonants in her name (especially in the last two syllables) were softer than consonants in English normally were, so her name sounded foreign when it came from non-Indian lips. "And the same to you... Urban." she said. Well, that was how he had introduced himself, after all. If he wanted to call her something else, he should have said so. Tara looked out the window as she heard the wind howl even louder than normal and a tree scrape the side of the window, clawing at the building like what, in the dark, would have looked like a large, half-decayed hand. "Ugh, it's like something out of a bad horror movie." she muttered to herself. She shook the thought, returning to the last bits of her salad. "I normally avoid conversations about the weather... and I am trying to avoid reacting to it... but it's starting to seem like more than just a bad storm." she said with a frown.
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Post by Prentice 'Ren' Urban on Aug 1, 2010 18:52:54 GMT -4
I WANT TO TAKE THEM DOWN STRIKE THEM DOWN AND LEAVE THEM STRUCK DOWN [/color][/right] ---------------------- ----------------------PRENTICE'REN'URBAN----------------------[/center] "Oz... One of the teachers here is a bat."[/color] He shrugged slightly at that mentioning the one teacher that he remembered to be there while he had still been a student. He fell quiet for a moment remembering the exact circumstances of how they had met and how it had included him, and his older brother, trying to rip each other to shreds out on the beach. Absently he ran the fingers of his left hand along the inner wrist of his right considering her for a long moment absently. "It would seem that way, no? But the truth of the school population is that there are many students and many different shifts. There are as many prey animals as there are predators at the school."Of course it all depended on the perspective of the person that he was talking to when it came to the school population. As a teacher he saw a great deal of students, as well as knowing their animal if he cared enough, and this girl didn't seem to have the sharpest sense of smell to be able to take at least a guess at the general species of the animal that lived under another persons skin. Or maybe it was just because he was him, and thought the way he did, but when it came to such thoughts he merely shrugged it off. "Psychology is a truly interesting practice but you obviously know that. Besides a good deal of people become very defensive when you throw their thoughts back at them. Start to second guess themselves if they are not firm with in their own thoughts." Another slight shrug at that, a ghost of a smile flitting across his lips when she paused over his name. A good number of people found it odd that depending on his mood he introduced himself in different ways. Sometimes as Ren, a shorter version of his first name, or by Urban. To him a name was a name, really, and so long as he knew that the person meant him he didn't particularly care what any one called him. Like most people, though, he could not help but to look towards the window shortly after she did. Watching for a moment before he returned his attention back to her. "Scared of a little rain then?" Another of those almost smiles made it across his lips obviously making fun of her. Ren himself detested rain but he held no fear of the storm even if it got worse, or better, it still meant that he would have to go out in it regardless.[/color][/size] ---------------------- MADE TO FAIL WITH EVERYTHING I GAIN JUST AN INFECTIVE PIECE IN A DEFECTIVE GAME [/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] ---------------------- This hurricane has really killed my muse. Sorry dear.♦♦NOTES♦♦Tara▼▲TAGS▼▲clicky♥♥OUTFIT♥♥420-ish.¶WORD COUNT¶Half the music on my computer I'm sure.♪♫MUSE MUSIC♪♫√√COPYRIGHTS√√Thread template created by Dymetri Lyrics: Screams of the Undead by Demon Hunter
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Sitara Neela Asman
Psychology Grade 11
I am one of your best nightmares, one of your worst dreams.
Posts: 76
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Post by Sitara Neela Asman on Aug 5, 2010 22:43:57 GMT -4
Tara raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Ahh." She didn't know that Oz was a bat. Then again, she didn't know the shifts of a lot of the teachers on campus, unless she had been told for whatever reason. And from what she had heard, Oz had been here for ages, so it surprised her that Tara wasn't aware of her shift until now. Urban mentioned that there were as many predators as prey on campus and Tara nodded. "Well I suppose it all depends on what type of people you most often find yourself around." she said with a shrug. "I usually find myself around carnivores and omnivores. I know there are a number of insect shifts on campus, but none of my friends turn into insects." she figured it was because she tended to hang around more competitive, dominant people instead of shyer people. What Urban said next about psychology made Tara wonder if she was one of those people. Maybe sometimes, though she saw herself as pretty stubborn most of the time. She then spoke. "Well if someone's not very firm about their thoughts, it doesn't take much for them to second guess themselves, does it?" she said. "Depending on the person, of course, but some people will believe anything, even if it directly contradicts with some of their beliefs. Others are the opposite." Tara thought that anyone who fit into either of the extremes was probably not that smart. Stubbornness was okay, but some people took that to a whole new level. "Scared of a little rain then?" Tara laughed. "You kidding? Rain is just water. Hell, the human body is 70% water." she leaned in a little. "And just because you don't like rain doesn't mean I don't." Granted, she preferred warm rain, like the kind in India and Hawaii during monsoons and such. Rain that didn't make you feel like you were going to get hypothermia. Anyone who had ever been in the rain during monsoon season in India would understand why every Bollywood movie has a scene where people dance in the rain. "It's not the rain that scares me." she admitted. "It's the wind." She paused, listening as the storm raged louder and the trees crashed against the side of the building. "I am a bat, after all." she added "Bats hate the wind."
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