Inhibitions revealed (Ransom/Lorelei)

[Silas Umbre]

    Holding a photo in his hands, the tall albino rubbed his thumb over it, seeming to stare into his lap. The crinkled picture made his heart drop back into his stomach and his mind drift back to the misery he suffered through as a child, and still suffered through as an adult. The permanent scars dug deep, even remembering the rhymes spat at him in Gaelic, calling him a freak, cursing him and even some prayers to try and push whatever disease he may have out of him... because they didn't want it. More memories came by, of Silas kicking and screaming, his mother pulling him inside and putting him in his room. The yelling that followed was still damaging, even if that's what he had grown used to. It was still a form of love to him, even though it burned, he took it. Sometimes, he'd make the same mistake twice, just to have more attention from his own mother.
   
    Putting the picture back into his pocket, he pushed his tears back inside. He had to be strong for the deceased girl in that picture and she convinced him that he would even have to stay strong for the Pokemon that were sitting by his feet, and he did. His Zangoose and his Wartortle needed him now more than ever. Now was a hard time in their life, just as hard as the rest of their life in the past. Using that as fuel, they all strove to become better than the ones who shot them down and held them back, even if it hurt. Moving on with the weight of is deceased girlfriend on his chest was hard and very painful for him. "Faigh ar ais i do liathróidí. Is mian liom a bheith fágtha le mo chuid féin." and on command, both used their noses to return themselves out of pure respect, even the possessive Zangoose, Zephyr.

    Silas sighed deeply, staring at his knee with his mind in a swirl. He was always unstable and volatile, and he was dangerous. Pokemon who could sense auras would either run or hiss, frightened of the pre-feral human, and that didn't help with his social issues. It especially left deep emotional affects and even made his mental scars trigger, sending him back into his childhood, that he could not and would not escape.

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Word Count: 417
Tags: N/A
Notes: Translation A: "Get back in your balls. I wish to be left on my own."

[Lorelei Virgo]

She had gotten up that morning with some worry. It was, as luck would have it, that her Grandpa had made it out okay after the surgery. While the tension from her Grandpa disappeared, another seemed to form. How would they pay his hospital bill? They weren't made of money, and over the weekend, Lorelei had gotten a small, part-time job at the school. She really needed the job: her Grandpa would not be able to pay his medical bill, there was no way! Just getting into this school was expensive, and it nearly drained her Grandpa's retirement account. She was just lucky that the assistant, Haley, had been more than willing to help for little to no fee. Although, it meant that if Lorelei wanted something, she had to get a job. And she did. She applied to work at the school, and she was given work. She decided that asking the Librarian for some work would be good, too, but she was mostly given work in the kitchen.

She came to the library, and slowly opened the main door, trying to get in as quietly as possible. Nantosuelta had seemed a bit tired today, so Lorelei let her rest in her Poke-ball. She then looked to the empty Poke-ball that rested at her side, something that she had bought a while ago. Who would be the new companion that would rest in that Poke-ball? She didn't know. All she knew was, when she found the Pokemon, she would catch it. That was all she knew.

She went up to the librarian's desk, which was also at the front, and asked if they needed any assistance. It took a bit of convincing, but she had managed to talk them into letting her help. She started to carry books and put them into their respective shelves and numbers. Unlike the outside, no library she had ever been to required a map. There were numbers at the top of the shelves, everything divided into numerous categories. She took a stack of books, and began to put them away. All the books were heavy, but all the carts were being used. So, she started to put the books away, but she noticed someone. White hair...and she seemed to have returned his Pokemon. She made sure not to make eye contact with him, and she made sure that she was quite a distance away from him. She had started to grow stressed again, but she didn't know why. She made sure that any books that had to be put away were away from his section, and she watched him from afar, not wanting to disturb him or irritate him.

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Word Count: 481
Tags: Silas
Notes: She is pretty far away from him. She's just watching him from afar.

[Silas Umbre]

    Silas, for the most part, stayed to his self, in his own little world. It was when he felt a pair of eyes burrowing through him, was when he came back to the world he was actually sitting in. Looking up, he saw a girl across the room, and she appeared to have her head tilted towards him.

    Oh so sarcastically, and in a really rude manner, he kicked back in his chair and spoke several... very rude... very socially inappropriate slurs towards her, under his breath. His vocabulary in that sentence alone should have been enough to raise the dead and kill them over again. His voice came out in a low growl towards her and he decided to turn his chair around and lean back in it, pulling up his hood to shade his eyes from the sunlight.

    He was always this rude and crass, ever since he could remember. Cocky, angry and powerful... Silas was always looked at as the last person to mess with, especially after he obtained Zephyr. Due to a pre-feral, sub-conscious state of mind, if Silas decided to ever snap, or snapped without warning, it could become difficult to bring him down without assistance. And Silas knew that all to well, mainly due to experience.

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Word Count: 220
Tags: Lorelei
Notes: Silas has some serious social issues. and I thought Ylva was bad

[Ransom Takahashi]

Ransom sat at his own desk, going through the catalog of books that had been removed from the library previously to make sure that all things were noted properly. A girl had come in seeking work, and frankly, Ransom welcomed the help. The Asian boy did an assortment of things around the school to make sure he had the money to pay for tuition as well as clothes and books and any other expenses that arose from attending the academy, but there were so many tasks to accomplish in the library that it sometimes felt like he was in a rush to do nothing but get finished. He could at least enjoy the feel of the books' spines against his hand, or the snippets of conversation he could hear as he walked past to return a book to it's shelf. It almost made him feel like he was a part of things, even if he knew full well that the only reason he could hear these bits of talk was because most people simply forgot he was there. But still, it was a lot of work and the help was appreciated. 


His head was a bit in the clouds to be honest, so much so that he almost missed a mis-print in the catalogue - a faint blush staining his cheeks as he carefully whited it out and then wrote in the proper code. Soon, he'd work on returns...and he had to get his mind back on his work. But it was difficult to do when there were other more pleasant things to think about. Such as a very pretty boy that popped into his head more often than was likely good. For a moment Ransom drifted off again, his pen remaining in place long enough that the ink started to seep into the paper and blotch the code up. Only when Forsythe reached up a small, clawed hand to pat him on the knee did Ransom come back to earth, and when he did, it was with some alarm as well.


"Oh crud!" He said quietly into the otherwise silent library, hastily grabbing the white out again. Great, if he continued this way he'd be here for hours just on the same misprint. A wry shake of his head was given, a small breath of air blown over the wet white out to help it dry faster before a careful hand neatly printed out the correct code again. Thoughts of Zayne would just have to be pushed aside for now, especially if he wanted to get out of work with enough time to see if maybe the other wouldn't mind him visiting for a bit before it got to be too late.


For a while, this worked well - the only distractions offered being that of approaching students who asked with their usual indifference where what subject could be found, or those wishing to check a book out. As he was stamping a date on the inside cover of just such a book, he heard a noise. A scraping of a chair and some harshly uttered foreign sounding words, seeming to be directed at the girl that was his new coworker. He frowned a bit, not sure if those words were insulting or not, but unable to dismiss the tone out of hand. The frown wasn't really for the albino boy though, more so for the fact that he couldn't decide if the other had said something unkind or not. 


So, Ransom did the only thing he could do - he finished checking out the book, and then cautiously approached the seemingly hostile fellow, a tentative smile curving his lips. " Excuse me...but what language were you just speaking?" He asked, not meaning the question to sound rude as he was merely curious. He'd grown up learning English as his second language, and knew he spoke it without accent thanks to excellent teaching and constantly being surrounded by primarily English-speaking people - but he'd still heard other languages spoken. That one though, well...Ransom just couldn't place it. It was gutteral, but still vaguely musical. Maybe some sort of Celtic type language? His head tilted to the side, expression friendly and curious - thoughts of discerning what was said being dispersed in lieu of the wonder of precisely what it was said in. Forsythe tagged along behind, mostly due to the rather aggressive looking zangoose that was keeping the other human company. He didn't want it to get any ideas and think to hurt his Ransom. 

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Word Count: 728
Tags: Silas
Notes: Ransom / Forsythe (Sableye)

[Lorelei Virgo]

Well, something didn't sound quite right. While she was trying to put away books, she heard the kick-back of a chair, as it left a rather loud noise. She could tell it was from the gentleman that she had been curious about before, and she didn't know how to read lips, but it was clear from posture, stance and actions that he did not like what she was doing. Either that, or he was in a bad mood. He even went so far as to pull his hood over his eyes, and well...that gave all sorts of vibes to Lorelei. She didn't look at him again, just going back to taking books, putting them back into the bookshelves, and so on. Her nerves started to make her shiver a bit, and when she could she stayed a good distance away from the Albino. It was neither an offense to him or her, but she got the distinct impression that he did not want to be friendly with her, nor did he want her looking at him. So, she kept to her own business...even if she did want to look at the Albino more. perhaps it was rude, but when someone had never seen an Albino before, they were, more often than not, inclined to look.

She heard footsteps of another, and looked to see who it was. It was another boy she had never really seen before. She felt like she might have seen him at the reception desk. The boy looked older than her, and no doubt he probably had more experience than her as well. The way he walked, the way he looked...it reminded her of Bradley, and made her wonder where he was. She like Bradley's company, even if his Pokemon were more than a handful. She watched the boy go up to the Albino, asking him what language he was speaking?...This seemed like an odd question to ask. She left to get more books, and continued to return the books to their rightful shelves, watching the Asian boy and the Albino interact.

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Word Count: 350
Tags: Ransom, Silas
Notes:

[Silas Umbre]

    Silas's eyes wandered over to the weird looking boy walking over to him. He forgot what they were called.. Asian? Asiatic? Whatever, it didn't matter, all he knew was that he was approaching him. The boy seemed to be nice, but he wasn't gonna let his guard down. Instinctively, Zephyr and Calder, released themselves from their Pokeballs and presented themselves. Silas's eyes wandered to his two Pokemon and he turned in his chair to face the boy more. "É a fhágáil le strainséir a poke isteach i mo ghnó... I'm speaking in Gaelic. It's the language of the Scotts and the Irish." He spoke simply and in his usual thick, Scottish accent.

    Zephyr's ears folded back at the sight of the ghost type, making him back under the chair with a hiss, showing his teeth. "Who are you!" The demand was followed by a yowl though when his master reached under the chair and pinched his arm.

    "Zephyr, I've had enough, what are you gonna do? Hiss at him? You'll get your ass kicked." Silas let go of his fur and eventually looked back at the boy when he noticed that his Zangoose had gotten the picture.

    Zephyr gave a helpless look at Silas but turned back to the Sableye. "I've seen your kind in the grottoes of Scotland.... what do you call yourselves?" He asked curiously and put his front paws closer to his body, sitting up.

    Calder on the other hand decided to climb up in a chair, which was difficult for the turtle-like Pokemon, but he managed. Once in the chair, he receded into his shell, a small feather sticking out.

    Silas blinked slowly at Calder, giving him a nudge, he pulled the ear feather some, moving it into his shell. Silently, he turned back to the other boy. He would've asked for a name, but quite frankly, he didn't care for him and didn't think he would. Only time would tell.

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Word Count: 335
Tags: Ransom, Forscythe
Notes: Calder wasn't working with me
Translation: Leave it to a stranger to poke into my business