Mischieved Challenge (Sahra)

[Silvance DeLaCroix]

The night was chilly, a laughable prologue for the winter that was to come. The wind was still, rising up only occasionally, as if to remind people that it still existed. It wasn't terribly late at night, but the cold mixed with the lack of snow drove most people to the comfort of their rooms. And those few who were out on the roads were wandering, silent and alone, waiting for something to come and break the monotony. This allowed a deep silence to fall upon Raw Yellow Dorm, a silence not entirely normal. It was almost unnatural for the active town to be this quiet...usually the streets were plagued with strange sounds that usually led one's mind to assume the supernatural.

The silence was shattered suddenly, but not by any "supernatural" source. A can clattered across the empty road, catapulted from its resting place by a careless foot, clad in a clean white tuxedo with a noble looking. This sound was immediately followed by a monotone voice whose lack of emotion belied its words. ".People these days..."

The tall boy responsible for disturbing the peace ducked out of the alley he had been hiding out in, a small pout on his face. He had come to the alley hoping to find something interesting or to at-least take some fresh air.

Silvance didn't terribly like the nighttime. Sure, the sky was pretty, but there were hardly enough people to be entertaining, it was really boring and, though he knew that the time of day had nothing to do with it, there always seemed to be more challengers around after the sun went down.

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[Sahtra Terabell]

Sahtra walked back towards the dorms, the heels of her 3" black knee high leather boots barely making a sound from years of practice (bringing her to a good 6' tall). the short black skirt swished around her in the flurry of her pace. She had waited until the very last boat to get back, dreading the dull days of the dorm and school. She rubbed her arms, her black clutch in her left hand. After a particularly heated... conversation with Daddy, she just wanted to be in her dorm, listening to her music. Or have a drink--but the school made that a bit difficult and over seas, it's different. She huffed and adjusted her bright purple tank top so that the shoulder bag she had didn't make it ride up. In the shoulder bag she had her school uniform, having chosen to change on the boat again just like her normal routine since she got here.

The toe of her boot hit something--a can?--and sent it clattering down the path before her.

"What the hell is this?"

She muttered, her British accent rolling out by nature. She looked at the toe of her boot and almost screeched her anger. Scuffed?! She scuffed her boot?! Oh someone was going to pay for this... she JUST had them polished!

"Who's can is this?"

She demanded into the emptiness. Either someone was going to fess up, or she was kicking in doors.

[Silvance DeLaCroix]

With a contradictory emotive , the youth'd slightly take few steps to the right as he quickly remarks the presence of a lady. My , Silvance had to show respect now. Indeed , he has always been raised to do so in front of ladies.

''Politeness may I say.. Lady , may I have an honor to make acquaintances with thou?.. Tu n'est pas mal?..''

With a soft yet slightly low melodical voice tone , a few french words would be spoken out in matter of impression as the boy stares over at the girl. Bowing down with a formal salutation afterward , Silvance'd try to make a good impression as he bends down his back to pick the trash over can up.

''I believe that , this Can belongs to the ones who don't respect the greatness of Nature. May I say that , this doesn't belong to thou? ... By the way , What is your name Mademoiselle?''

Rowing with the nighty shades , the mere reflection of the moonlight would only make his lighted brown hair even more glimmering. As the boy stands straight up again looking down at the lady , he'd remark that she'd be wearing some rather high heels there. Surely , the boy'd have a hard time thinking how the females would even manage to walk in these things...

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[Sahtra Terabell]

Sahtra turned to the voice and was going to smile until...

French...

Was he French? Oh this was NOT the time OR place to be meeting up with a frog! Bloody hell... She put her hands on her hips, switching her stance to be confident and not so much off guard. If it showed off her legs, the length and the shape. Ah yes, even though she disliked his words didn't mean she'd reject the body. A good figure should be met with an equally attractive counter part. She tossed her red hair back, the blue highlights catching the moonlight better than her natural color.

"My name is Sahtra Terabell."

She said it with a sweet voice, even if her stance said other wise. She offered her hand, palm down, in the formal greeting she learned with her family. The clutch she held stayed firmly against her hip to keep her stance.

"And what is your name, sir?"

Respect nature... whoever's can that was needed to respect the sacrifices of fashion and the costs of upkeep to stay looking great.

[Silvance DeLaCroix]

''The name's Silvance... Silvance DeLaCroix''

With a out-just tone the boy'd look over to the moon as he gives a malevolent grin out of nothingness. Through his mind , only the mere idea and memories of his family would come across, as he wonders how are they doing... Especially right now..''

''I'm a newly transferred student.. I came here not long ago. Are you one of the seniors?..''

Extending his left hand while passing through his fragile delicate straws of brown hair , The boy's cold and azure shimming eyes would stroll over at the girl while he smiles in a melancholic way.

''So Miss Sahtra... Do you know all the places around here.. I was hoping to explore some areas, though it'd be better having the tips of a older school mate first wouldn't it? ?

[Sahtra Terabell]

Her hand slowly drifted to her side as she watched him. What a fantasy-like person. She felt an itch of annoyance that he didn't shake her hand and she rolled her eyes. The light from the moon hit them just light for a flash of purple then back to shaded darkness. Older? Senior!? Well, really, she was a junior.

"No, I'm not a senior and I don't give tours. That's someone else's job. But if you are lost,"

She said the next part with sweetness that masked her sarcasm.

"Mr. Silvance, I can point you to in the general direction of what you are looking for."

The bad phone call from earlier made her more sensitive to trivial things than normal, so she regarded this boy with a distaste like... well, a Brit towards a Frog. His actions almost screamed Frog to her. The show case, the movements, the self absorbency air... She looked to the side to hide her frown. As Eddie Izzard would say, 'he was being, well, f**king French.'

[Silvance DeLaCroix]

The Lady'd speak in a demarkable yet sad tone , as if she had something or was actually holding grutched agains't the boy or something. How ever that couldn't happen would it?.. After all, they just meet!

''Oh je m'excuses... All my excuses my lady... I didn't meant it that way! I was just hoping for someone to tell me where I should go to get interesting things... I'm actually quite bored these times.. Stuck up in the dorm or walking outside you know?..''

Sighing with a depressive impression again , the boy'd give a few coughs or two as he tries to not speak at a irrespecteful manner. In other words , in a small whisper , the boy'd set about the gauge to few members of the dorm as he feels slightly superior to most.

''Well ... There isn't much a challenge in the Yellow dorm... Most of these duelist are just some child plays... There's no real challenge here if you get what I'm meaning.. I need someone who can stand up to my expectations.''

Quite arrogant yet rude in a manner , Silvance'd finally speak his true thinking out , ignoring the mere fact or status of the female standing in front of him like if she was ''one among the gangs that he is speaking to also''.

''You get it now..?''

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[Sahtra Terabell]

"You are looking for a duel then?"

She turned to her bag, opening it up and pulling out the required items for them to duel.

"Then lets go. I need to burn some aggression anyway."

(DUEL OFF SITE! Next post shares results)

[Silvance DeLaCroix]

YESSSS I WON!!!

As the dust from the dueling field clears by , Silvance'd pat his elongated elegant clothes a little while clicking on the shutting off system on his duel-disk making it to minimize its size by tilting the two edges toward the center in a 180 degree. Walking by toward the girl , Silvance'd extend his hand out as a small heart warming smile forms upon the left corner of his lips.

''Nice match , it was close I won sucka >D!!! though even , I didn't though that I'd win that one.. Hope we duel again sometime!''

Clearly , the boy'd be the winner though unlike the others , Silvance'd be the kind of boy who'd keep quiet about all of his accomplishments and successes. Rather then it all , he'd be better keeping it entirely confidential as he doesn't like to cause too much of a commotion often.

''You really have a interesting dueling style he... Compared to the others , I'd say your the first one who has made it to my top list . I'll keep you in contact so.. You mind giving me your number so I could record it and invite you for any future duels?..''

[Sahtra Terabell]

Sahtra couldn't help but glare at the deck. Daddy would hear about this... She was packing her things back up when he had offered her his hand. She looked at him and noticed the smile--looked more like a grin to her--and she huffed. She finished putting her things away, that blasted yellow jacket being visible for a moment. After she finished, she held out her hand to him. Well, for a Frog, he had manners--to an extent. She was still mad though.

"Next time, it won't be so easy."

As soon as she would inform her Daddy that the deck he gave her wasn't working, she'd demand an upgrade. Something that would match up, flow better, and give her the options she wants, that she needs. Interesting duel style? There was a style to these things? Was her fabulous? She tossed the bit of hair that had crept back in front of her shoulder back along with the thought pattern she was forming.

"I suppose I can give you one of my cards."

She opened the clutch she had shoved into her bag for the duel. Just as she did with DJ, she thumbed through until she found her business cards. Pink and glossy, the card had her name, cell number, dorm number, and a kiss print. Her perfume had been well set on the card, causing the aroma to fill the air as she held it out to him. She was only giving it to him because he won. Victory had to have prizes.

[Silvance DeLaCroix]

Seeing how the female rushes through within her wallet just to take that card out , Silvance'd had about just enough time to do the same also. Handling his number while accepting hers , the boy narrow through the circumstances once again as his left hand reaches out for the few slides of hair that has fallen in front of his vision.

''So what do you plan on doing now, miss?''

Few hand slides of delicateness to show off his cleanness while asking in a really formal way. The boy'd want to know what is it with the girl.. Who she is?.. Well at-least more than just a acquaintance after they have just dueled like this.

''You seem to be like a interesting person ... Our road in the future might come to cross multiple times.. Who knows what resides for us , wouldn't you say?''

[Sahtra Terabell]

Like an interesting person? Of course she was! How many British red headed hotties does a person meet in their life time. She sighed and had to force herself to keep from crossing her arms.

"I'm not sure. I haven't burned off my anger yet, so it'll be shopping or destroying the room."

She couldn't take it anymore, she pointed at him, brows furrowed unlady-like as she asked a question of her own.

"Are you French?"

Almost as fast as she spat it out, she realized how unprofessional that was and pulled her hand back, relaxed her face and fidgeted with a strand of her hair that had been messed up in her outburst.

[Silvance DeLaCroix]

Why a detonated grin , the boy'd actually wonder upon the sudden question of the girl. Is he french..? Silvance has been observing her for quite a while now and it seems that through the way of her behavior and actions , maybe she would hold a certain amount of grouches against the Frenches?

''No miss... I apologize.. I'm not French in any way... ''

It'd be better off responding like that anyway... The answer was true too... It was real that in no way Silvance would be a french though he had always dreamed to be one. These high households noble speaking man... Standing on the twos and proud of themselves with righteousness and only elegance to prevail. Who wouldn't want to be after all?..''

''Miss would you mind me asking... Do you have something against the French?''

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[Sahtra Terabell]

She huffed and one hand went on her hip and her stance switched to put more weight on the other leg. The other hand went into the air like she was back handing someone much too close.

"I grew up disliking the French. They act like they are... hot snot on a silver platter... when really they are just... cold buggers on a paper plate! Stuck up, no politeness and no since of following. If you asked them to do something, they'd blow you off for something totally pointless--like a sandwich."

Eddie Izzard had always had the best way to describe them. She didn't quote them directly, but it was hard to explain without using him as a basis. She was relieved though to find he wasn't French.

"Also, the Frogs I've met have been rude and very ungentlemanly towards me. So, in retaliation, I have developed a deep dislike."

She dropped her hand finally to her side, fingers drumming lightly against her leg just below the hem of the skirt.