Post by Quil Ateara on Jan 19, 2009 16:37:37 GMT -5
And so begins fourth period. Quil swung open the hallway doors, heading for French. He'd gotten so unbearably screwed with his recent change in schedule- two foreign languages, Spanish and French- that he was very nearly overwhelmed. At least you have a period with Tash, he reminded himself... again. Sighing defeatedly as he entered the hallway where the foreign languages were usually taught- his new best friend, basically- he thought, I'm just tired of trying to remember the difference between tu and vous. It gets old. It especially didn't help that the weather was unusually humid and warm today... again. It had been like this a week or so ago, and all was good again, until today. Then it hit back harder than ever today. Why do you hate wolves, you stupid weather? Quil cursed mentally, the sleeveless shirt he was wearing drooping off of him pathetically as he grabbed for the handle to the French room, his palms sweaty. He flung it open, irritated, and almost collided with the girl standing just inside the door...
Post by Ellie O'Shea on Jan 21, 2009 7:40:24 GMT -5
Ellie had made it to French with a few minutes to spare. It was still early-ish on in the school year and no-one had properly claimed seats yet. She wanted to make sure she wasn't stuck right at the front, which was where she had been for the past few lessons.
The windows in the classroom were all open thanks to the freak weather they were having. Ellie had even risked leaving her jacket at home. She hoped it wouldn't come back to punch her in the face. She hoped that the sun wouldn't go away too soon.
To her luck, there were some empty seats right by the door. Perfect. French was a little bit of a bore right now, as she'd already learned all there was to know about the past tense and irregular verbs and what not. In her opinion, if people were planning a trip to France, they only needed to know two phrases: "Parlez-vous anglais?" and "Je ne comprends pas."
She was just about to sit down when the door was quickly opened. She turned round involuntarily to see who it was, only to find that they were about to walk into her. Luckily, she noticed who it was quickly enough to stop the collision. "Quil, watch out." She said. Doing the first thing that came into her head, she hopped up onto her desk, sliding as far back as she could without falling off the other side.
Post by Quil Ateara on Jan 21, 2009 8:13:12 GMT -5
"Woah, sorry, Ells," Quil quickly apologized, realizing who was in front of him. "Nice reflexes, there," he laughed a bit awkwardly. His natural reflex in a moment like this was to start a conversation, but it then hit him how very little he actually knew about Ellie O'Shea. His time these days was filled with patrol, Natasha, homework, Natasha, eating, Natasha... you get the picture.
"So, uhh... how's the vida, Ellie?" Quil chuckled, moving his arms like he was quieting down a room of cheering fans. "I know, I know, my knowledge of the Spanish language is amazing. You don't have to say a word," he told her, grinning as he stepped around the desk to a position where they would be back-to-back if they leaned against each other. "So how 'bout this weather, huh?" he casually asked, raising himself onto the desk to lean against her back...
((OOC: Here comes the imprint... dun dun dunnn!!))
Quil's bare arm met Ellie's cool skin of her own arm, and the room dissolved as he felt his eyes slide out of focus. He felt the strings tying him to this world- his mom, Embry, Jake, the pack, his self- clipped silently in the wake of this new sun in his life. With each snip, he felt his heart bang like a cannon in the wake though silence pressed on his ears. Protecting against vampires... bang. Justin hatred... bang. His name... bang... He felt his pulse begin to race and his breathing tempo highten as his existence raced towards its demise.
Yet, just as the final string, bigger and more resiliant than the rest, was about to snip away... it resisted. Whatever invisible scissors threatened to rip this final bond of Quil to earth rebounded the scythe that tore at the fibres nearly ineffectively. Pulling at the newfound weakness, the string threatened to snap- yet, in what seemed to be just the safe amount of time, its few fibres remained before the everlasting glow of the new center of Quil's life- of his very existance, of the source of the diamond cable that tied him to the earth forever.
His lips fought against the sacrilege of merely murmuring the name of this precious item worth more than anything else in the world... but he persisted, and he succeded... "...E-ellie...?"
Last Edit: Jan 22, 2009 15:57:00 GMT -5 by Quil Ateara
Post by Ellie O'Shea on Jan 22, 2009 17:01:39 GMT -5
"Haha. S'ok, you missed." She joked. "Nice reflexes, there," Quil said. "Erm, thanks." She said, feeling the blood rush to her face. Ellie was no good with compliments. She never had been, and she was pretty sure she never would be. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Quil alone... It must have been around her first day, which felt like ages ago. He was always with Tash, or one of the guys who lived here. Never on his own.
"Quil, we're in French, not Spanish, but I can't really complain. I mean I have the house basically to myself, and I didn't break my ankle." Ellie replied, thinking back to when she'd fallen over in PE, and Chase and Ronnie had taken her to the hospital. Did Quil know about that? Probably. Tash had been there, she would have told him right? But anyway... "¿qué hay de tú?" She asked, wondering if it she'd gotten it right.
She watched him join her on the desk, wondering how someone so tall could be so... not clumsy. She couldn't describe it. She felt arms backs touch and she felt her breath hitch at how warm he was. Sure, the sun was finally out, but it wasn't scorching or anything, not like he was. "The weather? Erm, it's great. I miss the sun, not that there was much of it in Ireland..." She joked. The weather really wasn't all too different here, so she didn't take to much notice of it normally. However, the sun was a novelty. It always had been for her.
"Yeah?" She replied as he said her name.
Last Edit: Jan 27, 2009 11:51:49 GMT -5 by Ellie O'Shea
Post by Quil Ateara on Jan 30, 2009 11:10:44 GMT -5
"Erm... que bueno?" Quil replied awkwardly, biting his lip before grinning. "Hey, just because I'm in the class doesn't mean I'm a Spanish dictionary, here," he retorted playfully.
Quil blinked repeatedly, dazed, and shook his head gently as he rotated on the table so he was at a ninety degree angle to her. "Yeah?" she had asked. Reply to her, you idiot."It's, uh... nothing," he told her, still trying to clear his head about what had just happened.
"Listen, Ells," he began, these words pouring from another conscience not his, yet he still felt the emotions behind them since they were his own, "Y'know..." he trailed off. 'That I want to know how you feel because I want to see you happy' was how that almost ended.
Whoa, what was that?! he exclaimed in his head. But it had felt so right in his mind that he didn't give that statement a second thought till it was almost out. But he didn't know how she would take that. If it didn't make her happy, he didn't want to say it. Would it make her happy? His mind began to whirl with this newfound sense of Ellie's happiness. Wait... what? Quil thought confusedly. This hadn't mattered before. But enough pondering about himself; Ellie was here... "You, uhm... look nice today, Ellie," he finished, motioning awkwardly towards her clothes. Does she worry about her clothes? She's a girl; she must worry about them... girls like it when you compliment them, right? he worried. Why was he worrying so much?
Post by Ellie O'Shea on Feb 1, 2009 6:17:04 GMT -5
"Si," She answered, smiling. "Don't worry about it, thats basically all I know..." She confessed. "Well, apart from Hola and Adios." She chuckled.
"It's, uh... nothing," Was his answer. But something about the way he said it made her think that maybe it was something. But, to be honest, compared to other people in La Push, and Forks for that matter, she didn't know Quil that well. Maybe he's just shy... Wouldn't be the first person. She thought, the remark being made about herself. She let it slip.
But it almost seemed as though he tried again. His way with words had deteriorated since the last time she'd spoken to him, although she couldn't remember exactly where and when that was. She was a little upset by that, either they hadn't talked properly in a long time, or she had short term memory loss. The latter seemed most viable. Something else to add to her list. Clumsiness, gets shy easily, short term memory loss... It made her smile, in a weird sort of way.
"You, uhm... look nice today, Ellie,"[/i] That caught her off-guard, and she knew she was about to turn red again. "Erm, thanks," She replied. "It's mostly Tash's old clothes, she hadn't worn them much, but she outgrew them, and said I could have them..." She trailed off, and started playing with her thumbs, looking down at her lap. Her mind wandered back to the list she had just compiled. Clumsiness, gets shy easily, short term memory loss, no good with compliments. It seemed as though the list was growing.
