just a [spider] on the .wall., Christian

[Mariette]

ooc ;; Table by Blakie ic ;; Why is this so hard? With a sigh, Mariette twirled the flower between her fingers, attempting this seemingly impossible feat. She rested the blue petals in her hand, concentrating hard with all of her mind for some sort of change. Just one little tiny change.. Perhaps a purple stripe, or a dot, or even a speck, and Mary would be satisfied. There was a flicker, perhaps, a change in the light against the flower. In a blink of an eye, though, all you could see was the blue of the plant. Groaning, Mary knew she would never be able to get her homework done. Yes, the first day of school, and already she had Science, English, and Math, and Nature. She would die, yes, she would die, before the school year was over. Not only the homework, but she’d found out that 2 of her classes were taught by guys. She had sat in the way back, and felt her heart might burst out of her chest at some points. One of them happened to be big and muscular, as well--he could snap her like a twig if she wanted to, and Mariette was truly afraid that would happen. Most of her life, she’d been scared of men, and now was no different. Yes, she’d had to deal with male teachers before, but many teachers had left her alone. These guys seemed to like to make certain all their students were paying attention, truly talk to them. Mary didn’t like that at all. At all. Then again, Ms. Austin was nice, though Mary had hardly paid attention all class (as usual), and she did discover this teacher just loved to give out homework. When would it end? Giving up on the poor flower, she placed it back on the stone bench she had sat down on, grabbing her dejected, old sketchbook. The beginnings of a spider web had been sketched there, and she began continuing it with light precision of her simple #2 pencil (nope, no art pencils for her.) It was a spider web falling apart, some strands ripped and hanging limp. A rough outline of a spider was hanging by one leg, clinging to a broken thread that would decide his fate. It seemed…slightly depressing, but Mariette was remembering the first day she had come to the school, when one of her roommates had squashed a poor spider and its web in the closet. Such a little thing, a life taken for granted, squashed most likely because it was just ugly. The life had been scorched easily, as if it had been nothing to kill the spider. Doing stuff. "Talk." Think.

[Christian]

OOC;; This only took forever. I'm so, so sorry. --- IC;; Eyes closed, breathing slow and steady, Christian seemed to be concentraiting heavily. The ivy climbing up the side of the wall began to creep up further, slowly at first and then gradually becoming faster. If there was one thing Christian was good at, it was Nature. As for the other subjects... well... let's not get into that, for the sake of keeping things happy. Anyway, the teenager opened his eyes and looked up at the ivy, which was now a foot taller than it was beforehand. Perhaps the reason that he was so good with Nature was the fact that even before he got bitten, plants and flowers interested him. His mother had been a florist, so hed quickly learned all about flowers and what they meant. You could say the male had a passion for it... even if it was a 'girly' trait. Shrugging slightly, a sign that the male was satisfied with his work, Chris gathered his books and stood. He had plenty of homework to do, but he chose to do that... later. Or rather, in the class before the homework was due. Picking a small, undergrown rose, Christian straightened and glanced around, allowing the stem to dangle from his hand. He looked out across the courtyard, and spotted a girl that was seemingly trying to do something to a blue flower. He watched her silently until she apparently gave up on the flower, disheartened, and began to draw. He could go over there and help her... although she was rather small and fragile-looking. He could scare her. Oh well, he'd just have to be nice. Holding tightly to his books with one hand, and grasping the rose with the other, the werewolf walked off. Before long he was standing directly in front of the girl, glancing down at her sketch. It was a spider web. Blinking for a moment Christian continued to stare at the drawing she had done before clearing his throat. "Do you know the name of the flower you were just holding?" he ask quietly, a small smile creasing his originally blank features. He knew the name, of course he did... but he had to start the conversation somewhere. They both seemed to be taking nature, so the easiest way to break the ice would be to associate things with nature. He held up the rose and smiled, watching as it bloomed right in front of his dark brown eyes. "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet." (I hope I quoted that right.) He held out the rose for her, waiting silently for the small girl to take it. An eyebrow raised as he studied her for a moment. She was quite strangely small, compared to his tall and somewhat muscular form. Rolling his shoulders carefully he sighed, gesturing towards himself. "I'm Christian."

[Mariette]

ooc ;; Table by Blakie It’s all right. Sorry I didn’t get this up when I said I would…and that it’s short (I was trying to get it done before we have to walk the dogs.) Life’s been busy. D= ic ;; Absorbed in her sketch, Mariette continued on, but the outside world wasn’t going to let her do that. A pair of unfamiliar legs stood in front of her, and she stopped like a deer in the middle of a road, eyes wide. Please, please, no, just go away…please… she thought, but didn’t say a word. When he began to speak, she shook a little bit, but was surprised to find his voice quiet and…asking her about the flower…? Mary was so surprised it took her a second to reply, but finally she formed a word in shaky tones. "N-no," she replied, her voice strained. Inside, she was mad at herself for being so frightened, angry that she was shaking over this boy who was being so polite and kind. She was still scared, yes, but Mariette fought this fear, determined to at least have a semi-normal conversation with a guy. She couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that all he wanted to do was hurt her. Mary managed to look up at him and see the rose bloom. Trying to impress her? She wasn’t sure. "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet." Eyebrow raised, Mariette frowned at that, taking the flower as she commented rather boldly. "Well, smart-one, do you even know what play that is from, let alone what it means?" Her eyes widened as she said this, though, and she looked back down at her bony hands, hoping he wouldn’t be mad about that. She listened carefully to his name, though, knowing she would remember it. Mariette was good about names and faces--they were a way to keep in touch with reality when reality seemed so far away. Swallowing hard, trying to dispel her fears with physical action, she spoke her name with more confidence than her first word, and was able to look up at his face with uncertain but shining brown eyes. "Mariette." Doing stuff. "Talk." Think.

[Christian]

OOC;; It's quite alright. --- IC;; Christian's chocolate and amber eyes focused solely on the girl before him, patiently waiting for any sort of response. She seemed perhaps a bit frightened by him, why exactly, he himself was unsure. The male didn't see himself as coming off frightening in any way, but of course, he was unaware of what Mariette thought. Yes, he might be able to easily snap her in half, just like a twig... but why on earth would he do that? Mother had always taught him to be polite to ladies and your elders, eat your vegetables, and keep your room clean. He did all except for the last, although he chose to describe his room, and now dorm, as an 'organized mess'. She stated, rather quietly and shyly that the name of the blue flower next to her was unknown - at least to her. Of course Chris knew what it was... what florist's son would he be if he did not? Smiling gently and picking up the blue flower to sit himself down next to her, the teenager nodded slowly. "Well... I could let you know what it is. Of course, how would that help you... if I simply gave the answer to you?" he spoke in a soft murmur, continuing to watch the small girl. She was shaking, and Christian furrowed his brow at this. It wasn't cold... then again he was wearing a hoodie. Okay, so maybe the male was a little slow to pick up on others emotions. Removing his hoodie he tilted his head slightly. It still wasn't cold... then again she was so small she probably got chilly much easier. "Are you cold? Here... take my hoodie. Don't worry, it's clean." He was making quite an effort to be kind, why exactly Christian did not know. He slowly extended his hand in the same way he had offered the rose, and smiled ever so kindly. Poor werewolf, he didn't understand the girl was slightly frightened by him. He didn't understand how she could be... after all, he had been nothing but nice to her. Ah well. 'Well, smart-one, do you even know what play that is from, let alone what it means?' He chuckled slightly at this, wondering how such a bold voicing could come from a person formerly meek. She was... interesting to say the least. Brushing a lock of hair of of his eyes, Christian took a deep breath. "The play? Romeo and Juliet, of course. The most famous love story of all time." He whispered, slowly twirling the blue flower that Mariette had been holding previously. He remained silent for a moment or two, "Now... as for what it means. I can only guess. I believe it means... that even if you are to change the name of something, it's physical self will remain the same. A name is just and simply that. A way of recognizing a certain thing." Chris shrugged and looked over to her, eyes bright with curiousity. "But perhaps you have a better explaination?" "Mariette." The male repeated the name he had just heard, nodding slightly as he glanced over to her. "Well then, Miss Mariette. It's a pleasure to meet you." He nodded his head ever so slowly, carefully placing the blue flower in between them and sighing deeply. What happened next... well it was fully her decision.

[Mariette]

ooc ;; Eh, I don’t like this post. As I’ve explained to other people, I’m trying to get all of my posts done before I get to bed. Sorry if it's not much to reply to. Table by Blakie ic ;; "Well... I could let you know what it is. Of course, how would that help you... if I simply gave the answer to you?" Mariette’s browed furrow at that, and she could almost see taunting in that. It didn’t at all help her current status on her thoughts on this guy, and she just looked down at the rose in her hands before setting it on the bench beside her. As she was doing so, he sat down next to her, and she jumped slightly, not off the bench but the upper part of her body jerked upwards noticeably. Why? Why? she thought, now very obviously uncomfortable. Now, he was offering her his hoodie, believing she was cold and that’s why she was shaking. "N-no thank you," she said. Mariette didn’t think she’d even be able to touch that jacket, let alone wear it. She looked away as he answered her question about the quote he had spoken. He pretty much got it…though Mariette had a better answer. "Juliet told Romeo that a name is meaningless and artificial, and that she loves a person called Montague, not the name nor the Montague family." It was a play she knew well. Actually, Mary knew Shakespeare well, and she found that, in her school years, she’d been one of the very few students that could understand his words without entirely dissecting them. When he repeated her name, a shiver ran up her spine. The girl had never liked a guy saying her name, it seemed to just soil it every time. In fact, her eyes practically watered, but Mariette couldn’t just cry in front of a guy. No, it would make her seem even more vulnerable, and then who knows what he would do? She still looked away from him, feeling extremely odd in this uncomfortable silence. There was a million things she wanted to scream at him, just for the sake of the whole male gender. She couldn’t, though--Mariette would never dare. Another thing she wished to do was leave, but Mary couldn’t even do that. She was a small, polite girl, particularly in the presence of the opposite gender, and so would only leave if he left or excused her. She closed her eyes, wishing he would do something of the sort. Mariette wanted to get to her drawing, but now she was too scared, and her hand was shaking too much. Suddenly, she was mad at herself for having this stupid fear, for having to live through this nightmare. Doing stuff. "Talk." Think.