An Elegant Tragedy [Fiye & Tricky Alice]

[Tricky Alice]

Prescott Academy. The school had stood for thousands of years, sheltering gifted girls and teaching them how to hone their powers, preparing them for the horrors of the outside world that loomed outside of their castle’s halls. It was a school everyone wished to go, but only a few elite were accepted into this prestigious academy. However, for all of its frills and elegance, it was not perfect, of course. Students were extremely competitive, and only the best of the best earned the ultimate respect and admiration of their peers.

“Ugh, look what you did! You’re such a klutz, I swear!” A dark-haired teen scowled at her younger classmate, shaking her head in disgust. It was last period, Art Class, and the dark-haired one had bumped into a younger student, getting the red paint she had been holding all over her brand new dress. It was a beautiful dress, admittedly, with frils and lace hugging her midriff, and now, such paint would probably never come off.

“How you even got in this school is beyond me! You’re such a stupid klutz and you’re not good at anything. I think it’s time you went home.” With that, the bully took the can of red paint the younger one had been holding, weighing it in her hands. “Hmm… maybe you’d look better as a redhead…” she laughed ominously.

As this conversation took place, Evangeline Lionheart watched from the corners of her dark onyx eyes, painting with gentle strokes on her canvas, with a easy touch. There was an angelic sense of calm in her features, despite the bullying that was going on. Perhaps she’d step in, if this girl couldn’t handle things on her own…

 

[Fiye]

Silas Nephylys couldn't help but look up at the girl. Her eyes staring up, watching as she held the can of red paint. She was tragically new to the school, still within her first year, but thankfully it was a few months away from completion. She had learned of the the school's working, how students treated one another, and how unfair it may have been to be new to the school. Usually, pranks ended after a month, but for Silas, they didn't seem to stop. The blond girl couldn't help but at the can of red paint held in her hand, matching the color of the paint that now stained the other's.

"I.. I-I apologize!" Silas cried out, hoping the other girl wouldn't even thinking about punishing her back. It seemed desperately unlikely though, as she was berated further. "I... I was invited! I didn't even know this place existed!" She cried back, hoping such a thing might have meant she had a better chance to grow stronger. Even more powerful.

But, her verbal argument wouldn't herself from the pain. The bully's hands throwing the can of pain, a bit of magic making sure that her hair would end up becoming permanently dyed as she let out a cry in pain. The now-turned red head couldn't help but pull herself back, pointing a finger up at the older, trying to fight back.

Wanting to fight back.

But nothing came out, it seemed pathetic and really, she wanted it to end.

"Please... work," She muttered, still trying to focus in on herself.

 

[Tricky Alice]

OOC :: Ah, your picture doesn’t work for me! I get a 403 error whenever I click on it, alas.

“That’s quite enough.”

One minute, Eva had been near her canvas, peacefully painting in her own little world, and the next, she was standing next to Silas, on hand at her hip, the other rubbing her temple, annoyed. Her dark, onyx eyes glanced at the bully’s for a brief moment, before turning to Silas, whose hair had been dyed a bright red. Ah, it could be reversed, Eva knew, with an advanced spell — it wouldn’t be an easy one to pull off, but the damage did not have to be completely permanent.

Such a shame, she couldn’t help but think to herself. Such a cute, malleable little girl, driven into a corner by almost everyone in Prescott. She eyed Silas, looking her up and down, before slowly drawing closer to her, whispering in her ear: “I could help you.” They were just four words, but they held meaning, a promise. But in the promise was something of much more sinister intent.

“If you wish, I could help you… I could drive her, all the bullies away. But, there is a price that needs to be paid….”

Evangeline drew herself away from Silas, pointing a slender finger at her tormentor, readying a spell under her breath. “All you need to do is agree,” Eva muttered, a daring grin flashing on her confident features.

 

[Fiye]

OOC:: I hope this works then. [x] ::COO

One could hear the pause in the air, the bright red headed girl looking up towards the voice, as well as the bully, who had dared not to run away. The bully couldn't help but stare towards the onyx eyed girl, a smirk upon her face. Someone else she would just as easily torment. Perhaps, the older girl might prove to be much more interesting. Providing some more delight than cries for help.

And then, there was an offer. This girl... she was willing to help. Silas couldn't help but move into her feet, pulling herself behind the older girl as if using her like a shield, "Please, do your worst to her then," Silas could only beg, not caring what the price might be. As long as her pain would be ended, she didn't care.

"I'll pay any price. Just... please. Protect me,"

But yet, the bully couldn't help but grin, seeing the two while watching the older point a finger towards her. Just a finger? Oh all the silly thoughts. She quickly muttered a spell, forcing her palm through the air as a blast of fire came towards the two. Silas tightening up, closing her eyes, and praying that the next feeling wouldn't be of fire eating at her skin.