sleepless nights [emmi]

[castor endymion ghirlandaio]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #354a56 solid; border-bottom: 10px #354a56 solid;] another sleepless night ( WORDS ) WORDS ( TAGGED ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) IN/COMPLETE The attack incident had left the entire school vulnerable and quite depressed. People kept mourning for the people that were lost despite the fact that every visible mark of the fire and the gunshots had been vanished by the maintenance team. It still could be seen in the students’ faces though. Some had lost friends, some had lost boyfriends and some had lost mentors. Castor looked at those faces every morning and still couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty about it. For starters, it hadn’t been his fault. To follow up, he was too much of an asshole to actually care about whoever got hurt in the process. All he cared for was that none of his team had been injured (none that mattered at least) and that the job got done. If things went right he’d be able to head back home and forget this ever happened. A lot of the students who had been injured were back as well. Some had only received minor scratches and bumps and took only a few days but others suffered more serious damage and had been out for at least a couple weeks. It seemed as if time was serving to slowly delete the wounds left by the mafia and Lexin, just like those cheesy movies said. Castor stood on the auditorium stage. A few rows of seats in front of him were occupied by fellow classmates. His stance was stoic and his expression serious yet emotional as he recited the poem they had been assigned to write. Their professor thought it’d be good for them to vent out their feelings for what had happened to their beloved school by means of writing a poem and they had been taking turns to recite it. So far a couple half assed attempts (in Castor’s opinion) had been read aloud and neither got the acceptance that Castor’s poem was getting. Castor didn’t even bother to try to understand why it happened. He could write something heart moving and emotional without really feeling it. All he had to do was think of what someone wanted to hear and just make it rhyme. It was stupid, but it worked. The proof was in the group of teary eyed students sitting on front of him as he finished declaiming a poem he had written half an hour ago in a hurry. Castor had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes and gag at how easily people could be moved… Class was over, thank god, and Castor practically rushed out of the auditorium. His patience had been running all too low lately and he didn’t want to get caught up in some idiotic conversation about what would happen to the school now that a lot of students were dropping out after the incident. What did he care anyway? His eyes weren’t exactly focused on the hallways he was walking through and soon enough Castor realized it had been a mistake. A rushed turn around the corner brought him to an unexpected collide against a smaller frame. Not really flinching from his stance he had to stop his first instincts of defending himself and he even had to remind his own distracted head that he was at school, not at some spetsnaz training field. Putting on his ‘decent person’ façade he quickly stepped back, an apologetic look in his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…” He trailed off before noticing who he had bumped into. He knew the girl, not personally but he had chatted with her a few times online. “Emmi.” He recalled the name before forcing his head to remember their past conversations. A key fact was the first thing that came to his mind as he tilted his head and chuckled. Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright? He said with his hands in sign language, now that he remembered that Emmi couldn’t hear. here you go~

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[emmi sofia longoria]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Emmi had noticed a change in the school, it no longer seemed to buzz, people walked with their heads down, not engaging with each other, and as you walked you noticed people with bruises or casts, it had lost it’s sparkle. The young brunette however had not lost hers, things didn’t phase her anymore, in fact it was rather strange. Emmi just didn’t let things get to her, as long as she was on her way to becoming a known actress then things were going good, and the mafia attack wasn’t about to burst her little bubble, nor was her broken leg which was just beginning to heel. In fact Emmi had actually been quite lucky, she’d had a dislocated shoulder and a broken arm both on the same side and a broken leg on the other side. They’d tried to convince Emmi into having a wheelchair but there was no way she was going to do that, so she was hobbling around the school on crutches with a cast on her right left and her left forearm. Her shoulder still ached but because it had gone back in on it’s own accord it was pretty much healed, which mean using crutches was a lot easier than before. She wasn’t used to the starting, being deaf was a pretty subtle disability, no-one really knew unless they spoke to her and even then she could almost get away with blagging it, and her hearing aids didn’t really give her away due to her dark hair. The crutches and the casts though meant people were constantly giving her sympathetic looks, she was the girl who’d been stuck outside after the blackout, the one who’d been found at the bottom of the stairs ages after she’d fallen, she hated being pitied. Today hopefully she was getting her cast off her leg, which would make movement a lot easier, the break on her leg was only in one place, whereas her arm was pretty much a puzzle piece, so the baby blue cast covered in her classmates messages was probably going to have to stick around for a little while longer, she was just glad that she was right handed, though it did make signing a little difficult, luckily it didn’t go over her elbow. As she was walking to class, with her book bag over her shoulder she was knocked into again and it kind of made her feel human again. Since the attack people had been avoiding her, they’d started making a wide berth around her as they passed her in the corridor, not wanting to be the one who added to the injuries; it may sound stupid but Emmi just wanted to go back to being invisible. She looked at the person who had bumped into her and as he lifted his face she recognised him, his name was Castor, she’d spoken to him a few times in the chat. She noticed his lips form her name and she smiled, to illustrate that he was right. What happened next made the girl break out into a large smile, the boy signed to her, as in actually spoke her language. Most people at the school didn’t bother to sign to Emmi, most of them didn’t know it and the ones that did found it easier to just speak at her, and she could decode their lips, of course it was easier for Emmi to read hands rather than lips but she wasn’t about to complain. She was unaware that the boy could sign, it was a rare trait in someone unless they happened to have a relative or a friend who could hear or speak, it made her feel included. She tucked the crutches under her arms so she could use her hands, though she really didn’t need to, “It’s okay” she spoke and signed at the same time, “I’m perfectly fine” she added, not wanting to make him feel guilty. Emmi always spoke and signed, never really one without the other, it was kind of a habit, she even found herself speaking when she was around other deaf people, she wasn’t really sure why. She also signed even when talking to someone that she knew didn’t understand a word of it, her hands were connected to her mouth, she knew Castor could hear her and would probably listen rather than read her hands but she wanted him to understand that she appreciated his sign language. There were a few people that just knew a few things, could say hi and spell their own name but it did leave conversation a little minimal. There was one boy who thought he was being polite by only signing to Emmi but the annoying thing was he wasn’t a very good signer though he was a competent finger spelling, so he had to spell pretty much every word which meant that even short conversations took ages, it would be a lot easier if he just spoke to her, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings though. 8 4 1 WORDS , CASTOR , DIDN'T KNOW THE TIME FRAME...

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[castor endymion ghirlandaio]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #354a56 solid; border-bottom: 10px #354a56 solid;] another sleepless night ( WORDS ) 633 ( TAGGED ) EMMI ( STATUS ) COMPLETE No, Castor didn’t have a relative or a friend who had any hearing impediment. Just like he didn’t have friends or family who spoke English, French, or any of the various languages that Castor could speak. It was all for business. One of his father’s favorite business partners in the United States happened to have a son with a hearing disability. Castor was then forced to learn the language, in English of all things, so he could talk to the boy and ‘befriend’ him. In the end he just extracted information and received a pat on the head from his father for learning important things about the kid’s father. It wasn’t romantic and it was actually pretty twisted when you looked at it but at least Castor knew the language. Just like his mother used to say, there is no such thing as useless knowledge and he was proving it right now. While Castor thought he would never really feel the need to use that particular language ever again here he was, talking to a nice girl that could easily distract him from other less pleasant thoughts. Smiling at Emmi seemed easy. Castor found himself not even having to fake the smile as he usually did with other people. Maybe it was because she felt like a refreshing breath of air outside all the messed up mafia stuff his life was filled with. Almost like it happened with Tommy and his idiotic antiques but different at the same time. Taking a good look at her Castor maaaaaybe felt a little ting of guilt for what he and the rest of the group had done to the school. Emmi was one of those innocent people that Castor would’ve loved to avoid hurting but it’s not like he could control everything… as much as he would love to. In the end he and the rest were doing their jobs so he didn’t feel too bad. Letting his smile drop slightly to the side he tapped Emmi’s doodled cast very lightly. ”So you got caught outside as well?” Castor couldn’t figure out who could’ve hurt Emmi like this. He did hear of a few students getting burned and smacked against walls from Minoru’s explosions but Emmi’s wounds didn’t seem to come from that. There were also a few people who were shot and assaulted by Salvatore and Bambi but again, Emmi didn’t look like those victims. This narrowed the possibilities but Castor didn’t want to give it much of a thought. ”What happened? Someone did this or it was an accident?” Curiosity was normal and expected right? Concern was as well which was what Castor tried to show a little in his voice. Not pity though, he would have to kill whoever felt pity for him and in turn he didn’t give the same crap to other people. The bell announcing the next class rang through the hallways. Most people started making their way to their corresponding classes while others lingered in the hallways. Castor’s following class was creative writing but he wasn’t exactly in the mood to deal with another couple hours of dealing with living creatures. Almost out of nowhere Castor’s mind thought it’d be good to have some company. Pretty uncharacteristic for someone who was used to be by himself and very used to brush people off but even he had his weird moments. “Hey, last time we were chatting someone interrupted us. Do you want to go somewhere? Unless you have class of course.” Castor said and moved his hands at unison, a very short roll of his eyes showed he remembered Tommy being the one who interrupted them. It was a bit bothersome and annoying to see the entire school dragging their feet behind them because of what happened not long ago so seeing someone like Emmi who was still able to smile despite things felt kinda… good. timeframe!! uh... maybe a few weeks after the attack? :3

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[emmi sofia longoria]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Emmi knew that for a lot of people sign language was even harder that learning a normal language, because there wasn’t always a simple way to say something, and there wasn’t even a way to say some things, especially slang terms and the like, you often had to go the long way round. Then there was the problem with names, if you had been in the deaf community for a while you would acquire a nickname, it was a sign that represented something else but it just made it a little easier than spelling out the name every time. It did mean a lot to her when people signed to her though, there had been a few people that had learnt sign language just for Emmi and to her that meant everything, it was more than a bunch of flowers or a piece of jewellery, she’d probably say it was the best gift everyone could give her because it was the gift of communication. She was a very talented lip reader but it did make conversations a little more stilted, they didn’t have the flow that a conversation between two hearing people possessed. The girl had heard rumours that the attack had been an inside job but she didn’t like to believe that, she tended to give people the benefit of the doubt and she liked to think that the students at the academy had better things to do than hurt innocent people in the bid to get someone who to Emmi seemed to have never done anything bad. She watched as he asked her if she’d got caught outside and he tapped her cast as to illustrate what he meant. “yes, I got knocked down some stairs, it could have been worse” she said with a soft smile, she knew that some people had been caught in the cross-fire and Emmi was glad that that hadn’t been the case for her, she’d just suffered normal injuries, though she wasn’t sure if they’d had anything to do with the attack or were just a coincidence. The truth was she assumed it was an accident but she would probably never know for sure, it didn’t seem purposeful, more like she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The boy just got spooked and Emmi had ended up down a flight of stairs, she’d acquired far more injuries than a person would usually get just falling down some stairs but Emmi would put that down to being unlucky. She was a very confident girl and she loved to chat and get to know others which sometimes put her in awkward situations, when they weren’t so keen on chatting with her. As the boy asked if she wanted to go somewhere it made her happy, Castor actually wanted to talk to her, for Emmi that was rare. It didn’t used to be, as a fourteen year old she was little miss popular, older boys were asking her if she wanted to ‘go somewhere’ all the time and Emmi soon learnt to respectfully decline, but since she’d grown older and things had gotten a little less sleezy boys tended to avoid Emmi, she came with baggage. Before they saw her as a girl that they could have fun with, but nowadays they were worried that when they eventually dumped her they’d get in trouble for breaking the deaf girl’s heart, it drove Emmi mad, she was just as emotionally capable as anyone else. She smiled and nodded at him as she signed and spoke back, “I have a study period”

[/i] she said, glad that she did have time off. Emmi wasn’t one to skive, in fact she’d only every missed two days on lessons during her time at the academy and for those she was in hospital. [/div]

6 3 5 WORDS , CASTOR , DIDN'T KNOW THE TIME FRAME...

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[castor endymion ghirlandaio]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #354a56 solid; border-bottom: 10px #354a56 solid;] another sleepless night ( WORDS ) 553 ( TAGGED ) EMMI ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Excuse to ditch class? Check~ Find some company he didn’t feel like choking to death? Not planned… but check as well~ Find a place where they won’t be bothered by people’s idiocy…? In process~ If only people knew how much of an asshole Castor really was. With only half of the thoughts that ran through his head he would be able to scare away even the friendliest of people. He was also very skilled at hiding it though, which in turn only made him even worse. Oh well… he did have his moments, like right now. Castor could’ve easily dismissed Emmi and walked away to grumble in solitude like he usually did but instead he felt like being civil and talking to the girl. Maybe it was that Castor didn’t have to fake with Emmi as much as he did with others or maybe because he was given the chance to practice a language he hadn’t used in a while. Or maybe… maybe it was just better not to question Castor’s reasons, he probably didn’t have any to begin with. Castor didn’t have reasons to be in a foul mood though, even if he was. The job had been finished successfully and his record was clear as water just like his family wanted to. Perhaps he was pissed at the fact that he wasn’t in a plane to Italy or that his father subtly hinted that he wanted Castor to stay there until the end of the school year. The fact that his brother had been shipped to Paris could also do with his bad mood but Castor insisted in letting that behind for now. He was stressed enough as it was and he didn’t want to trigger the less convenient sides of his OCD with thoughts of the various things that were bothering him at the moment. ”How about we head to the courtyard?” Castor asked still with his pleasant smile. Really, all he needed was to relax and forget about the pile of stress he had been carrying until now. Being the gentleman he was raised to be, Castor offered to carry Emmi’s things even if she didn’t need any help. It was just that… Italian courtesy that his mother worked hard to dig in his brain at a very young age. Walking down the now empty hallways Castor turned to Emmi, trying not to walk in his usual rushed pace since well, she had a few broken bones. “What have you been up to lately? Besides…” Castor paused for a moment, looking at the ceiling for a moment and trying to remember the right word. “Besides recovering at the hospital.” Castor tried to recall his previous conversations with Emmi again. Good thing his memory was still in a good shape, otherwise he would’ve suffered a little while trying to strike a conversation. “How’s the acting coming?” He asked with a smile on his lips and a slightly playful tone, knowing that she probably wouldn’t be able to do much with a broken leg and a broken arm. Ah it felt good to focus on something other than the chaotic events that took him to where he was standing right now. sorry if it's a little choppy, i typed it at school o:

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by ??

[emmi sofia longoria]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! A lot of people got the wrong idea of Emmi, they assumed she was a fake, or a push-over and the truth was she was neither, she liked to consider herself right in the middle. She just didn’t see the point of being a bitch most of time, she could be a flirt but recently that only seemed to happen after a glass or two of wine, she was too worried about what people would say about her. There was that saying about people talking behind your back, but the problem with Emmi was that the people could be speaking about her in front of her and she wouldn’t know, as long as they spoke fast enough and weren’t looking directly at her, it was a lot easier to get things past Emmi. She’d had her go at being a bitch when she was in middle school but she just got bored with it, it was hard keeping up with who you were talking to that week and who had done something scandalous, it was easier to just be neutral, Emmi was Switzerland. She didn’t listen to gossip, she only made decisions on people based on how they were to her, she didn’t care if they’d had an argument with their cousin’s best friend’s brother, if they were nice to her then she’d be nice back. Of course that rule didn’t apply to family members, if you hurt one of her family members she’d hit you back so hard you’d wish you’d never heard the name Longoria. Emmi nodded as the boy offered the courtyard as somewhere they could do, Emmi absolutely adored the courtyard, it was so tranquil and peaceful. Sure, most would assume that everywhere would seem peaceful to Emmi but if there were a lot of people around then Emmi had to be always paying attention, making sure no-one was talking to her and trying to keep up with hundreds of conversations at once, the courtyard tended to be quite empty so she could just focus on the one thing that mattered at that moment. As he offered to take her things her smile brightened and she passed him the bag that was over her shoulder, it was a lot easier to use the crutches without the bag holding her down. Castor was lucky, the bag was quite a sex-neutral one, in fact most would probably consider it a boys bag, it was just a leather messenger bag/briefcase. Emmi didn’t usually have a schoolbag, she just carried her books around in her arms but it was quite difficult to do that when you had crutches. As he started to walk she went along beside him, appreciating that he began to slow down, it was difficult to walk with crutches. She watched as he asked her what she’d been up to lately, before pausing, searching for the words that he was missing. When he mentioned acting Emmi had to work to keep the smile from her face, he’d actually remembered, that meant that he had enjoyed the conversation as much as her; well either that or he just had a fantastic memory. Emmi never assumed that boys liked her romantically, sure when she was out clubbing she could tell if a guy wanted in her pants but any further than that and she found it impossible to read guys. “well, I haven’t been able to do too much recently but I’ve tried a bit of directing which has been fun” she spoke, not using her hands. Emmi found it strange to speak and not sign, even if she was talking to someone who didn’t sign she still signed while she spoke, it was a habit that she’d acquired from being around deaf people, but as her hands were on her crutches she just relied on her voice. “how about your writing?” she asked, remembering that that had been quite a big part of their conversation. Castor liked to think that his poems could get him girls, but apparently they would fail on Emmi given that she couldn’t hear them, though the girl had argued that you could read poetry too, and Emmi was a pretty competent reader… 6 9 9 WORDS , CASTOR , RUSHED SORRY

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