Post by EMILIE RENEE ABENDROTH on Jun 18, 2010 15:22:22 GMT -5
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Perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea to sneak out past curfew on her second night at Wexford and it was probably a stupider idea to be outside of the headmaster and deputy headmistress' offices when she did. However, on her first night here, she snuck outside and 'got caught' by none other than the headmaster, who wasn't exactly obeying school rules either. But, He didn't punish her, didn't yell at her, but did warn her that the deputy was a real witch when it came to curfew. Emilie didn't care though, not one bit. The deputy head was the least of her worries. Though as she walked down the halls, she pondered why the headmaster reacted the way he did. Was it because back when he was a student he often snuck out past curfew? Possibly. Besides, both the head and deputy heads must understand her reasons to break curfew, she was a night fairy after all. It was in her nature to be outside, especially at night. She also thought, as she continued her walk from Nocen dorms, about what else she could get away with. It wasn't like she'd always get caught, but on the rare occasions that she might, could she weasel her way out of punishment? Some things would be understandable if they knew her sanity level, which happened to be close to zero, but she would keep that to herself. That information would have her shipped to the insane asylum faster than she could fly. Though nothing or no one was going to stop her from creating chaos of some kind.
Emilie was generally a good girl. She wasn't one of those kids that purposely got on all the teachers nerves, or got sent to the headmaster's office at least once or twice a day. She was quiet, kept to herself, anti-social. In class she paid attention or at least sort of. if she wasn't in the mood to pay attention she wouldn't disrupt the rest of the class by magically flying paper airplanes around the room when the teachers' backs were turned, not throw little balled up corners of paper at other students. Usually she just took one of her astronomy or literature books, changed the cover to her textbook and read it instead, remembering to change it back afterwards. But what was life always being the 'good girl' or the 'model student'? That definitely wasn't Emilie. She was a bad girl, one who constantly argued with her mother, joined a gang, and worked at a night club dancing; a girl who liked to see people scatter in fear or join her in the fun of creating chaos. She didn't create immature, childish chaos but mainly slightly destructive chaos. That was Emilie; an angel on the outside, crazy, psychotic hellion on the inside.
Approaching Delaney-Podmore Hall, Emilie didn’t plan to come here; it was just where her feet had carried her. Walking to the railing, pressing her torso against it, her head bent at a ninety degree angle to her body to see the distance from the fifth floor to the ground floor to see if there was any obstacles, etc. She needed a place to free fall, somewhere where she had a good amount of distance to do so. She had already checked the towers. Whoever had been in charge was obviously concerned for the students’ safety and placed glass in the windows. Emilie intended on using magic to take one out but she figured that the person who put them in planned it so no one could remove them, not even with magic. This bummed Emily slightly, for it ruined her fun. The towers were the highest point in the castle, thus having the greatest distance for Emilie to free fall before her wings caught her. The previous night Emilie attempted to cut the glass but was unsuccessful in doing so. At least the fifth floor existed and using her arms to sit on the railing, Emilie slowly lowered herself so that the railing was behind her knees and eventually the only thing holding her on was her heels. It was quite exhilarating no matter how many times Emilie had been in this position, the feel of the blood rush to her head, hanging only by so little, wanting to drop but wanting to hold on at the same time. She wondered what someone would thing they happened to pass by and just see two bare feet sticking up out of nowhere at two-thirty in the morning.
They, being whoever would walk but if someone did, would probably think one of two things. One, she’s insane or two, is she trying to commit suicide on her second day at Wexford? Come to think of it, at the velocity she would reach and the position in which she would fall in, Emily could, in best case scenario be paralyzed. Worst case scenario she snapped her neck and died or smashed her skull open. But Emilie wasn’t human and had wings in her back and an instinction to switch to fairy in dangerous, life threatening situations like falling 100 feet on her back, rapidly approaching a stone floor. Smiling at the thought of how evil she could be by just falling after someone told her not to, disappearing out of their site and then popping up in front of them, unmarked by the fall, scaring the shit out of them, Emilie planned to do this if someone approached her. Oh if it was the deputy head! Emilie began to hysterically laugh to herself to the point where she almost slipped off the railing. Regaining her composure, Emilie crossed her dainty white muscular arms across her chest and just hung out. If the head rush got to be too much and no one approached her, she would just drop but she really wanted to see one’s reaction really badly.
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