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Post by sheryl on Nov 11, 2012 18:07:15 GMT -8
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Notes: I took the liberty of having Sherry walk up to Canis and the random student and such (despite shoddily done gdi), hope that's okay?
The end of the day was definitely the best time of the day. There was nothing like knowing a day of classes was aaall over! Sherry wasn't an avid hater of school, sure, but education wasn't something she jumped up and down for. Like any other middle schooler, she still looked forward to the last bell ringing. What made it even better was when there wasn't any homework to worry about when she got home, though today wasn't exactly like that. "But that's okay, it's only a few worksheets! And there aren't even any essays. The end of the day is still the end of the day." |
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Nov 16, 2012 10:12:05 GMT -8
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He’d been scolded for talking back to his English teacher, who he thought had deserved it. He was raising his hand, just like how his parents wanted him to work on his ‘initiative skills,’ and the teacher had blatantly ignored him. She’d continued on with the lesson as if he were invisible, and then finally turned around. She then proceeded to ask what he wanted in an exasperated tone, almost like she were looking down at him, or she was thinking why she had to put up with him. Canis even thought he’d been a ‘good child’ so far, and now he was being reprimanded? He wasn’t about to take no for an answer.
So, at the end of class he’d been singled out and chastised for his behavior, to which Canis replied, “If you’re going to act like I’m a freaking ghost, then maybe you deserved it. Let’s speak hypothetically here. If you see a kid’s hand and deliberately ignore him for about twenty minutes, even though I’m doing like you would want me to…” Canis wasn’t able to finish his sermon; the teacher’s face was turning red with fury. He’d been assigned a time and date (tomorrow after school) for a ‘reflection period,’ which was just a teacher’s fancy way for saying: Detention for you, ungrateful runt. In a way, Canis had deserved what he got.
Now he was at his locker, fumbling with his locker combination. Once he’d gotten all of his necessary things, he’d just walk out of school and go straight to the beach. It was his favourite place so far – though he was prone to heatstroke. There were clouds overhead, so that was good. It was slightly humid, but the occasional fresh breeze would be there for him, so a trip to the beach wouldn’t be so bad.
Canis was currently dressed in a bleached denim jacket, a navy blue T-shirt under that, and skinny jeans in a similar colour. His beige-coloured hair stood out from the rest – it wasn’t very conventional, comparing it to a school whose students usually had black hair – but his chocolate brown eyes were average. He sported a slightly babyish face, much to his chagrin, but his hard, sardonic expressions usually covered it up.
The young boy quickly grabbed his things and proceeded to get the heck out of the school, which was flooded by noisy and loud students. The brick walls were coloured a dirty yellow, and the pale blue tiles that ran along the floor were covered in dry dirt. The children didn’t know how to stomp off their shoes. Since it was a middle school that ranged from sixth grade to eighth grade, he was among the eldest of the students, as well as some of the tallest. This usually told most children to stay away from him, since it wasn’t difficult to detect the bitter negativity leaking from his pores.
Once outside, he was relieved by a cool breeze, rustling his naturally unkempt hair. He let out a soft sigh, and was just about to head to the beach, when he was bumped into, rather rudely. A cry of surprise followed. Canis turned around to see a fellow eighth grader, with dirty blonde hair, a wiry frame, and his nose decorated with freckles. He possessed blue eyes that hid behind a pair of sunglasses (nobody except for this kid thought they were cool), and a smirk that made Canis want to slap him.
“Hey, watch where you’re going, stupid kid,” the blonde kid began, his countenance turning immediately sour, followed by a series of cussing. A small crowd of kids had gathered, forming a sort of semi-circle, but Canis knew that it would soon turn into a full circle, thus barring his escape route. He cussed inside his head, but faced the boy, his posture erect. The feeling was mutual.
“Seems like you’re playing stupid again, Jake,” Canis retorted, unable to think of anything worthwhile to say. He didn’t know Jake very well – just the fact that he was a complete idiot. Jake looked like he wanted to say something else, but Canis cut him off. “Looks like you’re winning, too.”
A few muffled snickers followed. Jake merely offered him a lopsided, twisted smile, telling Canis: It’s not over yet.
Oh, it’s far from over, Canis thought bitterly.
“Clever, Minor,” Jake said, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. Canis merely scoffed; who addressed a student by their last name anymore?
“Indeed,” Canis agreed, nodding his head thoughtfully. More muffled laughter.
Suddenly, the boy flew into a fit of rage and began cussing at him like he was going to die tomorrow. Canis folded his arms across his chest and waited. “You know, your ass is probably jealous of all the crap that comes out of your mouth…” he began, but once again, he was interrupted for a second time.
His head turned to see a girl with strangely coloured hair and a goody-two-shoes disposition. He groaned; it was one of those teacher spies that loved to tattle on you. He couldn’t believe that they still had their kind in middle school.
“What do you want?” he asked warily, his expression haggard. He was just planning on going to the beach. Was that too much to ask for?
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Post by sheryl on Nov 18, 2012 0:48:12 GMT -8
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Sherry honestly didn't know why so many students were willing to stand around as two fellow classmates started throwing swears at each other. Encouraging it by laughing and doing nothing to stop it couldn't possibly be what they were taught to do, and Sherry didn't find it at all entertaining. But glaring at them all wouldn't do anything, and she could only hope to get unpleasant remarks afterwards. So instead, she settled to remain impassive (or at least as impassive as a fourteen year old could), as one of the two boys, she believed his name was Canis, gave her a less than pleased look, accompanied by a question.
Puffing her cheeks a bit in annoyance, and feeling the lecture threatening to spill out of her, there was just so much she had to say. Where could she possibly start? Sure she jumped into this situation herself but that didn't mean she'd jumped in with a plan.
"That kind of language really really bad!" was what she ended up blurting out. Actually, the whole sentences they spat back and forth were absolutely appalling. How could they direct such words at another person without any guilt? then continue to add more? At least this time, she was here to stop it before it got any worse. Clearing her throat a bit, and feeling much more confident now that she'd spoken, she continued without waiting for a response. "And you don't say those kinds of things to other people. You just...don't!" This was basic manners here! She shouldn't have to tell them what manners were, that was a parent's job. And Sherry was by no means a parent.
A pause followed, as the fourteen year old debated what to say next. Everything about this was wrong. Everything. the words leaving these boys' mouths were hurtful and nothing more. Continuing such a discussion wouldn't benefit anyone, and they could seriously be hurting each other. Logically with the way things were going, and by the floating rumors about each of them she could recall, Sherry was smart enough to connect the dots and know that maybe they weren't feeling as bad as others. But that couldn't possibly be an excuse to be so disrespectful and downright rude.
"So you should stop it." One hand moving from her hip to to the air, she wagged her finger roughly in sync with her next words. At this point the light haired girl almost felt like she was getting too into lecture-mode, though she continued nonetheless. "It's a horrible habit to say rude things to everyone, and especially with other students, you should be more respectful!" The insistence in her tone was a bit naggy, but seriously, how else would she come across as completely serious and have an effect on them?
The gazes of the other students that slowly transferred from the two boys to her weren't ignored by Sherry. She acknowledged them in her mind, but whether they wanted to stare or not was their choice; her eyes were glued right to the people she was talking to. There was still the fact they'd actually stood around and watched as Canis and Jake fought that could have been reprimand-worthy, yet digressing to that was...well she could only tackle one thing at a time, okay? And she might only have a chance for one if things played out right anyways.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Nov 27, 2012 17:19:21 GMT -8
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A hefty sigh escaped slightly parted lips. The boy wasn’t galvanized in the slightest – he rarely was. Not many motivated the largely unmotivated individual to care. Canis allowed the girl’s sermon to fly right over his head.
As she came to a close, Canis shoved his hands down his pockets and offered a blank stare in the girl’s direction. The look on his face said: Hey. Guess who doesn’t care? Rather than putting up a fight – to the disappointment of many – he ambled through the small group of children that had formed over the past few minutes, their eyes alit by vain hope. The expressions on their faces seemed to be pleading with Canis, begging him to continue with his charade. A scowl formed on the young lad’s face, clearly vexed.
“Really, really bad,” he muttered, seeming to mock the girl who’d taken it upon her to lecture the two boys on their horrible habits. So, what, did that make her the goodie-two-shoes? Perhaps she thought of herself as a saint? Yes, that girl was definitely one of those children who thrived by sucking up to teachers. Their duties included daily reports on their “peers,” though both parties were aware of the fact that they wouldn’t have talked even if they were the last people on Earth – again, sucking up to the authority, trying to look good in front of them. The girl seemed to possess a good amount of integrity, though, which somehow ticked him off even more.
Canis successfully made it off of school property. Looking back, the crowd seemed to have dissipated, and very soon the grounds would be vacant. Canis shot a glance towards Jake, who had undisputedly “lost” in their little “insult battle,” triggering a savage smirk to appear on Canis’ visage. He stood there, deadpan, looking like some vapid doll – all the more satisfaction for Canis.
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Post by sheryl on Nov 27, 2012 20:54:12 GMT -8
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Sherry was prepared for the retorts and whatever else would be thrown her way after her speech. But that just had to be the price for insisting on...well "good behavior" sounded too technical and cliche. If she had to choose the right term...fair treatment fit the bill. Everyone deserved fair treatment, and such insults and words we're not fair nor polite nor nice either! Useless statements that could only be used to hurt someone else, really, and it just couldn't be right to stand by like everyone else seemed to think.
But rather than doing much of anything, Canis just stared. And Jake was staring, and a lot of other people were staring. Okay, so she'd made it a tad bit awkward now, but at least they weren't fighting anymore. So mission accomplished? Though-
"Hey!" Sherry couldn't say she was in any place to judge people's actions, but certainly it wasn't right to walk away with no warning just like that! The sandy haired boy brushed right past her, and on off the school grounds. Blinking rapidly, an incredulous look replacing her previously stern expression, her eyes stayed glued to the now retreating teen. If her only concern was breaking up the dispute, she'd done it and it'd be time to go home. Unfortunately, that was not the case now. Jake, the other person she'd been addressinfg still just stood there, not appearing to have taken an of her words to heart sure, but at least he didn't brush her off and be on his way!
"I was talking to him! And- And he just walked right away like it didn't even matter!" The light haired girl was at her tipping point. Such blatant disrespect, it wasn't only towards others, it was now towards her. And quite frankly, it got her a whole lot madder.
"You..." Eyes narrowing, Sherry's mind was far beyond made up to go after him and tell him what she thought of him, and she was steadily closing the distance between them already, but his pause to smirk triumphantly back at Jake served to merely amplify that decision and made her run faster. "He didn't even at least humor me by being polite while I'm standing right here!" What was up with this rude meanie head?! The fourteen year old of course wasted no time speaking when she was close enough for him to hear her.
"You didn't have to walk away without a word as I was speaking to you! A simple 'goodbye' or even 'I'm out of here' would have been- okay, no, not fine, but better. I bet you didn't even consider what I told you judging by everything you just did, so I'll say it again and as many times as I have to to make sure you do. I'll follow you all the way to your home if I have to too." Her words were nonstop, and she'd successfully left out the "And you were such a jerk that I decided to just follow you instead" part of her reasoning for tailing him. And it wasn't like she was bluffing or anything either, she was one hundred percent serious! There was no way she'd be satisfied letting him go free now.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Dec 2, 2012 19:31:20 GMT -8
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He winced, wrinkled his nose in disgust, heaved a heavy sigh, threw his hands up in exasperation—any motion that he did would easily be able to express his displeasure as the white-haired girl approached him, sending a hefty amount of (utterly useless) words flying his way. His savage half-smirk quickly transitioned into a tight line reflecting his vexation. He brought a hand to his cheek and theatrically let it slide off, in an attempt to not-so-discreetly show the girl that he didn’t want her “companionship.” The feeling was mutual, however—the girl was giving him an earful on how disrespectful he was and how he shouldn’t be doing these bad things, how he should be respecting her: the thought of it made him think that some people don’t deserve respect. He was certain, though, that the comment would just give her all the more reason to lecture him.
He did a good job at keeping his anger in, too. That is, until the girl told him that she was obliged to follow him around until she got it hammered into his head. This action almost caused him to fly into a fit of rage. Steam practically flew out of his ears, and his expression suggesting that he wanted to kill somebody—eyes lit up with a quiet anger that told most people to move away. This girl obviously couldn’t take a hint. The boy whirled around and stared at her right in the face.
“Listen, girl,” he hissed, his teeth grinding together. “I don’t even know you—and you think you can lecture me about my own behavior? Here’s a good idea: take a hint, nobody gives a damn, and especially not me. If I did, do you think I’d be acting like this? Well?” He folded his arms across his chest, firmly planting a foot on the ground, causing the others to awkwardly walk around the duo. Curious onlookers looked like they might stay and act as spectators, but after witnessing Canis’ expression; they averted their gaze and walked on by. They could have very well been thinking, God, have mercy on that poor girl’s soul. Canis wasn’t finished though—he wanted to make sure that the girl did get a hint, and wasn’t going to stop talking until she did. His words came out cold and slowly, though his temper was threatening to explode. If you asked anybody else, they’d say he was doing a pretty good job at keeping calm, by Canis’ standards.
“I’m not finished yet. Who do you think you are, anyway? Oh, wait, I know, let me guess—you’re one of those kiss ups, the one who do everything for their precious teachers. Am I right? Actually, no, I know I’m right. Do you think you’re doing the right thing? Are you feeding your ego when you tell somebody to do what’s right?” He paused, letting the whole thing sink in, before saying, “Do you seriously think that anybody really cares about your opinion?”
By now, there was no murmuring or chattering—it was pure silence. The atmosphere was tense, children using peripheral vision to catch slight glimpses at the two in a ferocious standoff. What Canis didn’t know was that the white-haired girl could get pretty stubborn, too.
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Post by sheryl on Dec 6, 2012 8:10:23 GMT -8
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Notes: Once it goes on a bit more, I'm sure Sherry would start crying out of frustration and upset-ness. But for now she'll just give childish comebacks.
Sherry liked to say she thought ahead, or prepared herself for the worst, so to speak. Except she didn't. Of course she expected some kind of rebuttal, or maybe Canis would just be as rude as he'd been to her the whole time and ignore her. All just basic and vague assumptions. But she certainly didn't even consider the possibility he'd whirl around and start yelling to her, and saying such things right...right to her face! How did he even do that in good conscience!?
Eyes widening as word by word the insults and snark poured from the boy's mouth, Sherry was feeling a cross between enraged and shocked. Her lectures were with good intentions though! So...so she could and that was that. If people never told others about their faults, how could they ever help? Letting a behavior continue on and fester, or just ignoring it all together didn't do anyone any good.
And he decided to top it all off by saying- no, more assuming so many untrue things about her. There was no way he was going to get away with saying such things about her when, as he said himself, he didn't even know her. Not if she could help it.
Shooting him the most heated glare she could, the white haired girl snapped right back at him, hands on her hips and everything. "First of all, stop saying bad words! They're bad for a reason and that reason is enough to just...not say them! And you're wrong, for one thing, about no one caring about my lectures." Not the exact wording, but there was no way she'd mimic the word he chose to use. "I care about them, so that's one person. But besides that, obviously you don't care now! Like you said, why else would you act like this if you did? Hence why I'm going to make you care soon enough, it's a promise." After a moment of thought, "And I don't like breaking my promises."
But there was no way she was stopping now. If he wanted to go on and on, she was going to go on and on too. Except this time she took a step towards him and jabbed his chest with her finger as she spoke. "And what gives you the right to assume all those things about me? Nothing, nothing at all so don't be so sure that you're right! Do you see any teachers here? No, I'm sure you do not. I like to behave in class like a good student, and like how a student should. That's not 'kissing-up' but either way that has nothing to do with this! This is about me thinking you have an attitude problem, and telling you so!" Compared to the boy before her, Sherry was incredibly animated. Moving her hands, having no control over her expression, her growing irritation almost radiated from her body language. "And just telling me that 'no one cares' or that you don't care isn't even close to enough to convince me I should stop. So I won't be."
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Dec 13, 2012 14:04:32 GMT -8
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Rather than saying anything, however, he merely stared with an eyebrow cocked upwards as he absorbed the girl’s words. Color my interests piqued, he thought dully. Did eighth graders seriously tell people off like that? Obviously the boy had never met the white-haired girl before, because he merely stood there in amazement at, what he thought was, the foolishness of her words.
Oh, yes, and the standard “I care,” in response to somebody claiming that nobody actually cared. It was a figure of speech; you learned to love it, appreciate it, memorize it and worship it once you had a firm grip on the act of sarcasm, though Canis didn’t actually “care” to say anything for the moment. After all, he thought with genuine interest now, it’d be such a waste to. She’s on a roll. Smiling a malicious smile inside his demonically clever mind, he thought that it’d be funny to allow the girl to rant until her lips started hurting, and then to shrug and walk away. He wasn’t much of a prankster, but hey, he was still convinced that the girl had absolutely no right to try and convince him that he was a bad person; he already knew that. He was exploiting; he had already accepted the fact that he was a cold-faced jerk who needed a hobby. The latter was unnecessary, but it was still true. Except for the fact that he was probably lying to himself, therefore creating some sort of mind paradox inside his head. It kept him busy, seeing as it was better than actually listening to the girl. That’s just stupid.
A good student is a kiss-up, was his biased thought in silent response towards the girl’s question. He didn’t say anything, of course; it’d ruin the well-crafted, immature joke that he decided wasn’t much of a joke after all. Hey, a boy needed to indulge sometimes.
Allowing the girl to finish up her final sentences, the boy merely stared at her with vapid, blank eyes that suggested he pitied the poor girl. Perhaps he did, but he couldn’t tell at the very moment. By now, the crowd around them had slowly, and reluctantly, begun to dissipate, soon leaving the two to their own devices. Canis thought that now would be a good time to make that number become one.
So he did.
Shoving his hands down his pockets as a way to combat the rather chilly weather, he shrugged nonchalantly and quickly turned around, proceeding to walk away from the girl and make her look like a fool. A small part inside of him told him that he was a coward for deciding to not face the music, but a much bigger part told him that it was probably the easier way out.
No, it wasn’t.
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Post by sheryl on Dec 13, 2012 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Notes: :/ Gah Sherry y u so stupid?
Sherry had that default "there's a limit to how ____ someone can be" attitude in set. As such, the boy's reactions caught her completely off guard once again. "People aren't normally this...this...this rude, are they?! He's unbelievable!" Throughout all her arguments, the entire sea of words that gushed out of her, Canis merely stared at her in a way that was just...annoying! She put forth the effort to counter everything he threw at her, yet he thought it was fair to not answer? At all? "I deserved a response at least!" Normally a reply is a given, and rarely thought about, but when it isn't, it only serves to add onto the irritation.
Feeling her eyebrow twitch as her companion gave a shrug - just one shrug - before turning around and walking off, Sherry stood dumbfounded for only a moment. And then she was off.
"You are so rude! You're not allowed to go walking off like that - I at least deserved a reply, some words maybe?" Shouting after him, the fourteen year old worked to gradually decrease the distance made between them. Eyebrows furrowed in irritation, cheeks puffed out, and a pouty frown upon her face, the white haired girl had no kind of filter in body language. If she was upset, she was going to be dynamic about it. Figuring he needed more lecturing, although they'd turned more into outright rants by now, her hands' motions became more and more frantic as she continued right on talking.
"And you know, like I said, I don't break promises. That means if I need to keep chasing after you then I will! Don't think running off again is going to work." By now she'd been able to somewhat sync her pace with his. "It might work in annoying me more, but that's not the point. The point is-" At this she abruptly cut herself off. Well what...was her point exactly...? If course fix his stupid attitude, and learn some manners, but if he walked away again, her overall problems didn't apply as appropriately. So then, hmm...
Awkwardly walking in silence now, her expression was almost comically frozen when suddenly it came to her. Seemingly coming to life again, she dramatically pointed at the brunet before continuing. "The point is that you should stop running away every time and least face me more. I won't go away until you do." Because he obviously wanted her to leave, it seemed like an effective threat. Satisfied with herself for now, Sherry retracted her finger and waited. "That had to have worked."
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Dec 15, 2012 8:31:07 GMT -8
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Following his former game plan, he refused to utter a single word (actually, it is much more likely that he refused to speak merely because he was tired of actually trying to reason with her utilizing perfectly unbiased and flawless logic – not happening. Both convincing her and the fact that he was using unbiased logic – it centered on bias). He amused himself by instead answering her questions via cluster of thoughts bouncing around in some hollow, 3D geometrical shape known as “a head.” For some people, extremely hollow shape that cannot hold what is known as “a brain.” Youngsters lacking in common sense were extremely annoying to Canis, but not more so than those who acted uppity-up around him, seeking justice when they themselves aren’t free of sin. Which was probably not the case with the girl, but hey – what can you do? It’s all about horrible first impressions with Canis.
You could very well deserve a reply. I just don’t feel like giving one. You should’ve assumed that by now, using that head of yours – oh man, does that thing even function properly?
Canis allowed a curt sigh to escape parted lips as the girl mentioned the fact that she wasn’t going to leave him until she got at least some sort of reply. It was unfortunate, but the adamant boy felt that prolonging the whole conversation was effective. After a little battle inside his mind – pride vs. logic – he begrudgingly decided that the best way to approach the situation was to at least try to say sorry.
Before he did, however, he realized that the girl was in a comical state of shock. Another eyebrow cocked upwards as he ran through past events – was it something he did? He glanced up ahead. Was it perhaps something that she was looking at? No, it didn’t look like it. So…
Never mind, the girl seemed to be perfectly animated now. He shook his head slightly, resisting the urge to face palm and prolong the ordeal another four years.
Yes, I should stop running away, shouldn’t I? Perhaps I should say sorr—no, I can’t even imagine it. I’ll have to figure out some other civil way to work things out. Something that doesn’t involve blasting my pride in the face with an oversized shotgun.
“Realize that you’re not wanted…” he muttered needlessly, the notion extremely useless. Both he and the girl knew that already. But he still felt it was appropriate to say. One hand was brought out of his pocket sluggishly as he scratched the back of his head, still pondering the best way to proceed. Nope, he was brain-dead. That was never a good thing. He did not decelerate his pace, however; if anything, he sped up, wanting to get away from the girl more than before. With a theatric sigh, he murmured, “What exactly do you want me to do? Though you won’t be getting any damn apologies from me.”
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Post by sheryl on Dec 28, 2012 17:34:24 GMT -8
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Huffing, Sherry was still irked in general. And with the attitude Canis was displaying, that wasn't likely to change soon. Actually, even if she was telling herself her strategy had to work, she wouldn't at all be surprised if the boy decided to ignore her yet again and keep walking in silence. Honestly, that even seemed more likely at this point, and that realization wasn't
But then again, sooner than later was always better! He muttered something just as rude as everything else that came out of his mouth, but he actually listened to her and talked at least, which had to be a start! People moved at their own paces, so Sherry was more than confident she could work with Canis now at his...relatively slow pace. Somehow she'd correct his demeanor, and perhaps not right now or today, but after repeated interaction, she had to get somewhere.
"Ha!" she exclaimed, "You finally talked!" Smiling to herself, the white haired girl added, "And I know, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna go away just for a silly reason like that." Gradually sensing a change in pace, literally, she furrowed her eyebrows as she began to fall behind her companion. Speeding up her own gait, she placed her hands on her hips once again as she huffed, "Slow down a bit, you're not going to get rid of me, after all." She had to repeat that like a mantra, didn't she?
His next question, though, did require a bit of thought. And it...was something worth knowing, too. Originally she was driven to follow him because he was a jerk, but now she really wanted to help change his attitude. She had the chance anyways, by you know, tracking him down during school hours and following him home. But she couldn't warn him about this beforehand, so she settled with, "An apology would be nice, you know. But I guess I really can't expect that from you. So instead I'll just work hard towards getting you to be more polite." Much more calm now, surprisingly, Sherry realized something important as well. "I've never introduced myself...!" Clearing her throat,
"And by the way, my name's Sheryl- I mean Sherry Harrison. You're Canis, right?" She'd heard his name around school, but there wasn't anything saying he'd heard hers. And it wasn't like he bothered to use it any time either, so she might as well tell him.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Jan 1, 2013 15:58:28 GMT -8
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Yeah. I realized that I’m never going to get rid of you. I offer kudos to you for being such an excellent and annoyingly persistent stalker. Damn. I have to give you that one.
Of course, when he thought that, another thought told him:
Well, I’m not going to give you the privilege to indulge in your own ego once you’ve heard me say that. Nope, not happening, miss.
Canis made a mental note to himself: keep all the good comments inside his head, and the rest can just fly out of his mouth. If you have nothing good to say, then keep talking – otherwise, why are you even having the conversation? Canis’ flawless logic strikes again.
Canis scoffed (rather rudely) at her proposition. She wanted to work on being polite, yet she wasn’t even able to make him cough up a simple apology. At this rate, Canis wasn’t able to tell whether it was going to be a long day for him or a long day for her. It could also very well apply to both sides, and Canis had a duty to make sure that the pendulum of irony and sarcasm swung his way. Then he’d have to acquire some sort of rope, tie it to a conveniently placed pole, somehow pull an Indiana Jones act and tie the other side of the sturdy rope to the pendulum: whatever metamorphic (and incoherent) thoughts he might’ve been having, it really just accounted to keeping the tide of the “game” on his side – of course, the game being whether he learned manners or not. With the way things were going, the white-haired girl was going to have an awfully hard difficult time trying to get him to do whatever it was that she wanted to do.
Of course, if she really asked anything of him at all.
Upon hearing the girl’s throat being cleared, he suspected an introduction coming his way, as with all cliché introductions began with. Much to his chagrin, he was undeniably correct.
Wait. The girl knows my name. Oh man, that’s just so creepy! First things first, he had to figure that puzzle out. All the polite shenanigans could follow later.
“Why do you know my name? This is my first time meeting you,” he paused momentarily, thinking of ways to piss her off. Considering the odd way she introduced herself, Canis followed with, “Sheryl.”
As long as he thought that it would piss her off, he was going to continue to use that name for her until she cracked. Assuming his assumption was correct, of course.
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Post by sheryl on Jan 3, 2013 18:30:44 GMT -8
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It wasn't hard to learn the majority of the names of the people in her grade, even if this was her first year with this group of students. Some she of course only knew by name, like Canis, but it was something over nothing at least. Sherry figured it was only natural to learn her classmates' names during the course of the year, even if it was partially unintentional. Connecting a name to a face, that was really all it was.
Apparently Canis didn't do that or something though. Asking how she knew his name, it was a valid question but- the moment her name came out just a bit delayed from his mouth, the white haired girl visibly flinched, all thoughts instantly replaced with appall and shock. And some anger too.
"Sherry. It's Sherry, not Sheryl, didn't you hear me? Call me Sherry." He was not going to call her Sheryl. It was bad enough her parents did, but the fourteen year old really thought her fellow school mates were starting to get it: she wanted to be called Sherry, not Sheryl. Even she was adjusting a bit, but this was... this would not help at all.
Crossing her arms and huffing at the thought of him possibly doing it on purpose, she considered outright not answering his question to spite him. But she was polite, so she wouldn't do that. Even if she kinda wanted to.
"And I don't know if you realized it but we're in the same grade. It's not hard to learn everyone's name if you have classes everyday." Pointedly looking at him, she added, "It's my first time properly meeting you too, so it's not like I know your history or anything; just a name." She wasn't some creepy person after all. If she'd actually studied up on him, maybe she would have had a better idea of how to go about plain interaction with him, never mind getting his manners up to par.
"On second thought maybe I should try and do research. Though I doubt he's on the internet." It was a possible course of action. Not a likely successful one but...
"Or maybe not..." It was certainly something to ponder later.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Jan 12, 2013 10:55:21 GMT -8
[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]Canis was soon growing tired of Sheryl’s charade. The hairs on the back of his neck stood erect due to sheer irritation, and his teeth ground together. Canis’ hands were balled up into fists, the pressure making the knuckles on the back of his hands turn white. However, despite his body screaming in agony, his visage betrayed none of the vexation that he was going through right now – he would have to hold it in, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it. His eyes remained stone cold as he stared solemnly straight ahead, and his lips seemed to be curving downwards into a slight frown.
“Sheryl it is,” he replied smoothly, unable to mask the sardonic hint at his words. The boy knew that the chances of him driving the girl away through the use of verbal barbs were low. The girl seemed to be keeping a steady face, and his dry wit bounced harmlessly off of the girl’s thick skin as if it were carapace. However, the boy still persisted, though his body rigid – Canis felt as if he were about to break into a sprint.
I’m not going to lead the girl to my house. If she were to make contact with my mom, the result would be a living hell for me, he thought grimly.
Canis’ head craned to the right, scouring their location to check where they were. Tall buildings littered the streets that were crammed with cars, and the sidewalks were also filled with people. The effluvia that wafted about his nostrils weren’t pleasant, although he’d assumed that all normal, stinky grown men smelt that way. He had yet to be proven wrong, and his opinion was biased: his father was an avid drinker, and often came home every night reeking of sake and other alcoholic beverages that Canis wasn’t able to name.
Trees lined the right side of the sidewalk, and to his left, cute little shops lined up in rows. The displays showed a variety of products: wedding gowns, cakes of all kinds, sports equipment… Canis wrinkled his nose in disgust. None of those products really appealed to him.
Oh, but perhaps he could get her to go away.
A small sigh escaped parted lips, and he found himself pushing open the doors to the sports equipment store, the jingle of bells signifying his appearance. He casually strode in, with his hands in the comfort of his pockets, as he began to cruise up and down the aisle, whistling a tune and taking a look at the soccer ball that was situated on the upmost shelf. He stood there, pretending to be completely engrossed by it, and would not reply to anything that the girl said.
Of course, until he couldn’t take the nagging.
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Post by sheryl on Jan 31, 2013 18:25:55 GMT -8
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"Sheryl it is."
"No, no, no, Sherry! Sher-ry!" she insisted, even enunciating syllables. He had to have heard her, he knew what she wanted to be called, but he was purposely ignoring her! This boy... Even when she was well aware of his attitude, Sherry could still feel the anger bubbling up in her stomach. It had taken time to stand firmly on her decision, and all of it might as well be wasted if people didn't bother to acknowledge her change of heart! Plus the fact she had a suspicion he was doing this on purpose didn't help either.
But of course, he went back to the silent treatment. "I thought we'd gotten past this!" It had even made things seem a bit more positive too, but she supposed she should have enjoyed it while it lasted. Never know a good thing 'till it's gone, right? Letting out an overly exaggerated sigh, nonetheless, the white haired girl began sulking alongside him for awhile. Amazingly she'd chosen not to talk more as they continued their walk to... well actually, she didn't know where they were headed technically. Or if they were going anywhere at all. Canis might've had plans before, but it wouldn't really surprise her if he aborted those with her intrusion. It was a bit sudden of her after all... "But he got what was coming, considering all that he was saying." And that just about justified everything.
As she noticed her companion looking around, Sherry was obviously inclined to see where he was looking. It seemed they arrived at a row of shops, and his focus seemed to be on them. "Is he going shopping? I wonder what for..." If it was possible, maybe she could actually help him with whatever he was looking for. When he took a turn and entered a sports equipment store, though, that intention died as she followed him through the door. Sports were not her forte, and if this was something Canis was interested in, he'd know light years more than she ever would. Which was really a bummer. "I kinda wanted to help and see if he could loosen up... But I guess that's one strategy down."
Luckily it didn't seem he really needed help. He spent a few minutes at most perusing the aisles, and soon stopped and stared at a soccer ball. So that was what he was into? Peeking at the ball as well, it didn't seem like anything special. Yet... she took another long look at it. There had to be something. And the sudden curiosity combined with the prolonged silence urged Sherry to break it once more.
"So is there something special about this ball? Like some value? I'm not a sports person or a soccer person so I can't see anything in it but maybe you do...?" Glancing at the brunet, Sherry seriously hoped he'd bother to respond. If not... "Maybe over talking him will work..." It seemed annoyance was the only way she got through to him anyways. As unfortunate as that sounded.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Feb 5, 2013 17:04:00 GMT -8
[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]His intuition was correct. Sheryl seemed to be rather touchy about how she was called, so Canis took it upon himself to call the white-haired girl Sheryl as he pleased. A rather grim smile took over his facial features, his eyes darkening and his fists balling up as he was reminded of his sister’s bouncy, bubbly behavior. The thought caused his head to spin, his skin paling, his eyes narrowed slightly in irritation.
At the sports equipment store, after vigilant gazing, perusing and observing, Canis found a particularly conventional soccer ball that he didn’t particularly take a shine to, but he assumed that Sheryl took an even less shine to it, so he decided to make it his target. However, it seemed that his mental endurance wasn’t enough, and Sheryl, whose naivety caused her to inquire about the soccer ball, worsened the effects of his already bad mood.
Conceding defeat, he tore his gaze away from the soccer ball, his hands in his pockets and a particularly vexed countenance plaguing his existence.
“No, Sheryl, there’s nothing special about the stupid ball. Let’s move on,” he said, walking down the aisle once more, perusing for semi-interesting artifacts that could possibly be interesting to him, and if he were lucky, not interesting to her. He paused, though, after realizing that he actually implied that Sheryl would follow him, and that he was okay with it by telling her to move on, move on as in move on with him. Damn it, he thought, shaking his head wearily, his expression going from vexed to haggard. He was really getting tired of the girl.
Sports equipment littered the homely sports shop. Lacrosse sticks, soccer balls, basket balls, baseball bats, skates … whatever you needed to play a sport, they seemed to have it. The lights were bright and yellow, going with the painfully yellow tiles that, while normal to some people, annoyed Canis for particularly no reason. A stray baseball glove stood in his path, and he haphazardly kicked it to the side of the aisle, not bothering to bend down and pick it up. A small sigh escaped his lips.
“I give up,” he muttered to himself, almost wishing he hadn’t entered the damn shop. He wasn’t even a big fan of sports; he was trying to get Sheryl to lose interest. Apparently, she had a higher level of patience than he did.
“I’m getting out of here,” he said, a little bit more loudly. Afterwards, he went ahead and did just that—walking straight past the counter and a dumfounded young man, who was obviously used to seeing children all gung ho about sports, and made his way through the door. Fresh air hit him, and he found himself much happier than he was inside.
Well, he thought. What now?
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Post by sheryl on Feb 9, 2013 21:54:33 GMT -8
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The white haired girl's gaze shifted from the ball, to Canis, and back to the ball for a good few seconds, obviously waiting for some kind of answer. The logical part of her mind knew she wasn't going to get one, but the hopeful side of her waited for at least something besides silence. And when the brunet suddenly turned away from the ball she thought he was fixated on, Sherry was just about to sigh and conclude she really should listen to the logical side of things if she was going to get anywhere when he finally did speak. Though the first words out of his mouth included "Sheryl" and that was cause for immediate rebuke.
"Sherry. I've told you one... two... this makes three times already! I don't want to be called Sheryl!" She held up three fingers to emphasize her point. As he didn't even spare her a glance, however, her efforts were in vain, and all she could do was hurry after him down the rows of sports equipment. As he suddenly paused, the teen stopped as well and eagerly looked around.
"Did you see something interesting?" she asked, brightening up considerably. Stacked on with all of her other goals regarding getting to know Canis and ultimately fixing his attitude was knowing his interests, so if he stopped to look at something it was super duper important to pay attention to what it was.
Unfortunately the answer was "no" as he resumed moving as if nothing happened. After a few minutes of wandering up and down aisles, Sherry took it upon herself to peek at her companion. He seemed... annoyed. But why? She hadn't done anything recently, unless it was her presence alone that caused his irritation. "Which... I can't help with that." And it couldn't be the store or anything because he must like sports, otherwise why would he enter this shop in the first place? "You're one confusing person, Canis."
The sound of leather skidding over the floor immediately drew the girl's attention, and it didn't take long to assume what happened. "Hey! That's store property!" Rushing to pick it up, Sherry quickly went to work brushing it off with her hand, and setting it back on a shelf. Maybe not its proper shelf, but honestly there was only so much time before Canis left her behind completely. Dashing once again to catch up, she was just in time to here him announce his departure, and in turn, she shot the clerk an almost apologetic look as they exited. Anyone in contact with Canis's mouth deserved some kind of apology, and it wasn't going to be from him. Not yet anyway.
When they got outside, the fourteen year old was smiling again as she surveyed the various stores surrounding the one they'd just left. "So! Were you planning to go anywhere else around here today? I'm fine with wherever so just carry on with your shopping or browsing or plans or maybe even schedule... okay?" Trailing off a bit as she listed, Sherry at least perked up as she ended her question.
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Feb 17, 2013 19:34:35 GMT -8
[style=float: left; margin-right: 8px; border: 3px solid #F0EEE9; margin-bottom: 4px][/style]Sheryl was clearly interested in his daily life, much to his never ending chagrin with her. His patience was worn thin, stretched beyond its limits. He never really did have much of a tolerance, especially when it came to people he didn’t really like—which pretty much described anybody who wasn’t exceptionally sardonic and gloomy like him.
His thoughts lingered in that pessimistic state until the comforting silence was broken by a set of words escaping from the white-haired girl’s lips, causing Canis to groan inwardly—this girl was way too persistent, and it was her resilience that was causing Canis to back into a mental corner. He would have no more of this, but he didn’t know how he’d go about doing so, because so far, all attempts to shake her off had been proven to be futile. Canis’ imagination was also wearing thin, though it wasn’t very much to begin with. He was racking his brain for ideas, but the creative manifesto was vexingly elusive, furthering his already unstable irritation.
He breathed out a haggard sigh, feeling like an old, weary man with five wild grandchildren. He turned to face the studious pair of eyes behind him, holding up his hands in a sign of literal defeat. “There’s nothing I really can do. You’re going to be following me, so any chances of enjoying myself are ruined. I might as well go home or something.” He threw an accusing look in Sheryl’s direction. “Would you really follow me home?”
Knowing her, he thought gratingly, she just might.
“Well, Sheryl,” he continued, turning around so that his back was facing her, and beginning to walk, “unless you’d like to see the sorry state of junk that I call home, I’d say this is goodbye.” There wasn’t much of a caustic hint to his words—it was bitter, yes, but it was more remorseful, as though it were his fault that he was having dire family problems. There were only a few people who knew about his history, despite his efforts to keep his history under an ornamental rug. He hoped that the grim tone of his voice would steer Sheryl clear of his house, but knowing that her skin was so thick it was like carapace, he didn’t let his hopes rise.
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