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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 0:54:26 GMT
L tilted his head a bit. "Why?" he asked, unsure of why she would have been glad to meet him. He was a strange boy, one who took risks and disliked authority. He wasn't someone that, generally, anyone would want to be around. He had already heard from whispers of the older boys that they were going to bully him or beat him up later. He wasn't... ideal, as a person. He was smart, granted, but he wasn't much more than that so far in life, even at age six.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 1:04:32 GMT
"Ah," she said, voice trailing off, "Because, I don't really know anyone else here, and besides, you did kind of help me out last night." Izabel glanced back over at him, green eyes catching the slight sunlight, "You're a good friend, too, you know," the Caster huffed, turning forwards once more, "Why wouldn't I have been glad to have met you?"
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 1:11:45 GMT
"Huh, I have a friend," L muttered philosophically. "I dunno, I tend to come off as... weird, to some people. I sit funny and chew on my thumb and I like sweet things too much." He shoved some snow with his foot, making a little indent in the ground. "I am glad to have met you, also." (welp that was short...)
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 1:18:51 GMT
(lol don't worry) She shrugged. "It doesn't bother me that much," Izabel didn't pay much attention to any of these things up until he had mentioned them, though still wasn't shaken up by it, generally. "Any ways, I'm going to go look around over there," she said, pointing to areas which were slightly away from the property, though still close enough to be seen by the eye. "Bye!" And with that, her green eyes flickered back forwards to the direction in which she pointed at, unsure of what L's reaction would be if he saw her literally looking around for something by sneaking after her, and so she walked through the snow.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 1:46:14 GMT
L yelled after her, "Bye!" and scouted the perimeter of the orphanage and around the property. It was quite beautiful, especially in the back, though the flowerbeds were covered with blankets to protect them if only a little from the onslaught of the winter chill. There was a small grove of oak trees, towering above in the sky. One of them was actually an apple tree, but it was not Spring yet, so there were no buds for apples to grow from. He sat down below one of them where there was no snow for a moment, just calm in the scene. As soon as it had started, it stopped. With the crunching of snow came the group of boys from earlier. L looked up at their tall, lanky forms. One of them, probably the leader of the group asked threateningly, "Hey, stupid, what's your name?" "L," he responded quietly, knowing what was to come. The boy, with freckles and a tuft of bleach-colored hair snickered, "What, does that stand for Loser? Yeah, that can be his new nickname," he laughed to his friends, turning back to L. "So, L, I wonder how much of a loser you really are," he growled, advancing on the smaller boy. L rolled out of the way, looking up just as the same boy pounced on him, throwing him against a tree and then kicking his sides. L grunted and tried to get up, but was unable to with the combined kicking of one boy, the sneering of another coward, and the pulling of his hair by the third. L, lacking any physical strength whatsoever, couldn't beat them. Soon their attack ended, and L leaned back against the apple tree. "Heh. We'll give you another beating soon... and we won't make it so obvious, next time," the blond boy snickered, turning and leaving with his two henchmen. L, whose sides were bruised and his head aching deeply from his hair nearly being pulled out from his head, moaned, and crouched on the ground, waiting so that he could get up and go inside. He might tell Watari, but he would definitely tell Izabel. His friend.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 2:15:55 GMT
She was already gone through to look around for the Door, hearing only the muffled sounds of the voices of the people; and a familiar one, L's voice. Her green gaze flickered over towards where the voices were echoing from, and she looked over only to see L, and the other unfamiliar people weren't there anymore. She tilted her head curiously upon this, and decided to venture off from where she had been looking, and came to approach L once again. "Hey," she huffed, before looking him over, seeing him on the ground, crouching; then she frowned slightly. "Huh, what happened to you?" The Caster curiously looked down at him, bright green eyes scanning him, whilst she was also wondering what had happened. "Why are you on the ground?" She was completely oblivious to the fact he was beaten up.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 2:22:10 GMT
L looked up at the sound of Izabel's voice. "I... those guys beat me up. I'm fine," he muttered, getting to his feet. He didn't think any of his ribs were broken, but they hurt a lot. His previously white shirt had light dirt marks on it, and his hair was ruffled. "Come on, it's getting colder. Let's go in," he suggested, ready to lead the way. From what I already know about her, she's going to be all over me about it... I suppose it hurts, he thought to himself as he looked over his shoulder at Izabel, awaiting her reaction.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 2:33:48 GMT
Izabel's fists clenched once he responded and explained what had happened, though she sighed deeply and released the invisible grip. "They did?" If only she could exactly use her powers to their full extent at this age..Wait, no, that was a Dark thought. "You sure that you're alright?" The Caster came to his side, and put her hand gingerly on his shoulder, in a caring way, "You know who they are?" She wasn't one to make a big deal out of this sort a thing, but she was still caring enough to ask if he was alright.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 18:17:44 GMT
"I'm sure, and I don't know them, they just share the boys' room with me," he responded, walking to the front of the building. He kept his eyes glued on the ground, as if it would help if he didn't look at Izabel. Once they were at the door, L opened it for his friend as they both walked in. With a gush of warm air from the vents, the young boy was no longer chilled to the bone with the winter air digging its way through his skin. He wasn't really sure to do with his day now that he had explored a little bit and he had been beaten on by those boys.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 18:56:22 GMT
"Alright," she dismissed, approaching the front of the building along with L, and so walking inside. Sighing at the sudden warmth, the Caster looked over her shoulder for a moment, as though remembering something. Turning back to L, she attempted to change the early subject, "Hey, you know, while I was looking around, I did see a really beautiful area," Izabel grinned, "woods, mountains, mostly. Wanna go check it out later?"
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 19:15:26 GMT
"I suppose," he agreed. "What should we do now?" he asked, chewing on this thumb. Just after he said that, L looked up to see the older kids walking down the hall and out the door with backpacks on. L had heard about school, and how kids had to go on weekdays to learn; he supposed that was what they were doing. The ones from earlier looked back at him and sneered, laughing at his gaunt face and baggy clothes. L ignored it, just staring at them until they had closed the door.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 21:49:40 GMT
"Well, I mean, we could do it now," she said, as if pondering her own thoughts, then began again, "Unless you want to later. Doesn't matter to me; I can remember where it was with ease." And with that, her attention was brought to older kids walking out the door with backpacks slung over their shoulders; going to go attend school, probably, she concluded, and turned her attention back to L.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 22:23:37 GMT
"Let's go. I'm still not too fond of this place," the boy murmured, turning towards the door. By the time he was outside, all of the boys and girls going to their respectful schools were gone or still walking down the street, but off of the orphanage property. "Lead the way," L said. He glanced towards the older girls and boys again; the bullies were goofing off, laughing to themselves about something. He didn't like the looks of those three, obviously, but from what their actions seen from a distance suggested, they were up to no good, and probably brainstorming about L's next 'episode.'
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 22:39:04 GMT
She tried to pay no mind to any of the laughing in the distance, and nodded, "Alright," and so, she lead the way towards where she had earlier been searching around for a Door, and paused once they had walked over to the area she was inspecting. Mountains, none too tremendous, but still worth while to see. Sunlight filtered down through the canopy, creating a bright atmosphere. The winter wind was still gently blowing and rustling the leaves that were still hanging on the trees, birds singing lightly as they flew from tree to the next. The orphanage wasn't too far; an ever present reminder that that civilisation is not that far away, even here. "It's beautiful, right?"
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 22:52:08 GMT
L followed Izabel through the apple grove and under a gap tiny gap in the fence. They ran a ways down a small path and up a hill, and there, on a cliff overlooking a small valley, was an overview of miles of mountainous structures and forested areas, stretching as far as the eye could see. The morning sun was well above the highest peak, now, and shone down on the pond's surface at the bottom of the valley. Many kinds of birds and bugs made their noises and chirps, telling everything around it, I'm Alive! Even with all of the white surrounding the browns and slight greens of the peeking, early buds of spring, everything was perfectly balanced. The beauty radiating from the light of the sun and into L's eyes was magnificent, and he was awestruck with its wonder, even though his face showed only a fraction of what he really felt. His eyes widened, and his mouth was slightly agape. "It's amazing," he uttered, unable to find the words to describe his pleasure.
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