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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi:
10/12/2016 9:44:25 PM
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A young man, probably in his late teens or early twenties approached Violet and said in a hushed tone.
"What is wrong ma'am?"
He said with a surprisingly handsome Italian voice, he stood at maybe 5'10, had a slim to medium build, light colored hair that clung low to his head in large swirls. He wore a simple blouse buttoned to the side and band patterned trousers as he looked down at Violet. His thick rimmed glasses held his black eyes...
English
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"You, go away." [i]She doesn't even look up as she says this, but instead flips the page of her book.[/i]
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"Why? You're obviously in distress over something, do you not want comfort or at least someone to care? I find every life precious... I would never harm anyone." Said Ghiaccio, his forked devils tongue spitting out a lie. But Violet shouldn't know about that...
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"I don't need help of any kind. Leave me be." [i]She turns her back to him as she continues to read.[/i]
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"You know what? I show you a fücking shred of decency in this Dojo and you return with ungratefulness that at least [b]someone[/b] gave a shit?...fine." He said, taking a seat next to her. "I'm going to sit here, until you show some form of gratefulness. It could be a thank you for all I care."
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[i]Violet placed the book down and looked over at him with her tear covered face.[/i] "Fine. Thank you. Now, leave." [i]She picked the book back up and covered her face with it.[/i]
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"Actually. Just tell me, I won't care how embarrassing it is anyways... Not like I have any friends." Said Ghiaccio, a snow white figure forming behind him. I'm going to assume you read White Albums bio so I won't explain it. The ghostly figure just floated behind him..
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[spoiler]Nope.[/spoiler] [i]Violet was ignorant of the figure as she kept her head down and spoke.[/i] "I'm not explaining anything, now go."
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[spoiler]Well..you might wanna. Its a bitch explaining what he looks like.[/spoiler] The ghostly figure slowly floated in front of Violet. "Are you sure? It would put the weight off your shoulders..besides, I can repay you for something so small."
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[i]Violet kept her head down.[/i] "Just leave me alone! I don't want to talk about anything with you."
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"Well you aren't really nice now aren't you?" He said, White Album floating off to get something..shortly after it returned with a book on Thermodynamics. It handed it to Ghiaccio and he opened it, starting to read it. As was his original intention.
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[i]She sighs in anger.[/i] "You're not leaving anytime soon, are you?"
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"Well no. I did come here to get a book on Thermodynamics so I can use my Stand properly." He said, looking at her for a moment before returning to his own book.
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"Could you at least move to a different section of the library. I was here first."
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"Alright. Riddle me this. What the fück is your problem? Don't just answer with some smartass shit either like 'Oh, its You.' Because that shit is annoying. What. The. Fück. Happened." Ghiaccios hunger to solve this mystery in his head took over his senses as White Albums hands grabbed the top of Violets book.
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[i]Violet sighed in anger and spoke with rage.[/i] "Why does everyone think something happened or that I'm upset?! I'M FINE!"
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"No. You obviously do." Ghiaccio said, a white mist emitting from White Album..the temperature dropping down to a colder level...as if the AC was blasted on maximum. "But..if you insist."
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[i]Violet sighed and started to calm down.[/i] "I'm sorry, sir. I've just been having a bad day."
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"Its fine. Say, what is your name? Mine is Ghiaccio." He said, White Album retreated into nothingness and the chilly air became more comfortable again.
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[i]Violet continued to stare at her book.[/i] "Violet."
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"That's a nice name. So, if you're willing..mind explaining the crying earlier?"
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[i]Violet visibly clenches her fist.[/i] "I'm not talking about it."
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"That's fine then. I apologize about my intrusion of your privacy earlier, totally uncalled for. Say..do you know an Emily? Has like..cocaine on her or something? I haven't seen her since I threw a knife into her arm and brought her to a doctor..."
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"Y-yeah, she's my sister. Why?" [i]Violet became interested.[/i]
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"I wanted to apologize, for y'know...throwing a knife into her arm. But it was a spar so it wasn't unfair." He admitted, which was indeed the truth.
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[i]Violet seemed upset at this, but kept her cool.[/i] "It's....okay. As long as she wasn't seriously injured."
