Observing Evidence of Interaction [ Demetrius ]

[batgirl]

The neighbors, they wont care
All they'll do is point and stare

It indeed, did take Ranka a while to get accustom to the 'swing of things' around here, as she so commonly heard Englishmen call it. The constant switching and going to different classes, meeting new people, trying to find your way without getting lost or hurt, and of course, the magical aspect of everything was a completely new idea to her. Ah yes, the fact that the young Russian had spent countless hours in the common room, books piled high as she practiced the ever so challenging charms as she progressed through her first term here. Of course, Charms never was or ever will be a good subject for her - if she was a quieter, then she probably would have given up already. That's the price to pay for being so stubborn.

But Every one in a while people need breaks. Breaks from the everyday living that was surrounding their lives for the past semi - odd years that they have been around on this Earth. So this is where we join Ranka today, her mind in a twisted knot as she made her way downward to a place she had yet to just explore and spend her time around - the Dungeons. She had heard many things about them, terrible and good a like. It just made her want to go down there herself even more. Her straight blond hair gave little motion of the cool crisp air that she was currently let enter her lungs. the further she went down the dark corridors, the more she had wished she worn a sweatshirt of some kind. Her skin tight black s - shirt wasn't making any justice against the bitter air. She sighed a bit, shaking the idea from her head as she pressed on, passing wondering people like herself in the corridors of the Dungeons.

Ranka watched as the other students passed, giving small smiles, a kind gesture she was told. She watched their movements closely, the way they passed. Crisp, light brown eyes stayed forever watching, it was the one thing that Ranka did that was completely and totally her own. Watched. Watched their interactions with others, their tones of voices. She was good at reading people that way. Made her have some sense of clarity before she might get into conversation with them. She spotted one boy pass, he seemed to be in a not - so - nice mood. she arched her eyebrow timidly, not giving much of a passing smile at him, his movements indicating annoyance. She new the slightest bit of attention could set him of. So, she used her better judgment in that scenario.

Ranka continued on, the torches on her wall as a companion as she bit her lip ring in a nervous habit, hands resting in her back pocket as she walked, wondering who was the next person to cross her path.

[demetrius]

In my perfection I have no want.
Yet eyes still glint with greed untold.
A folly as fatal as sin has now become the end of me.

The people around here were so fake. Dressing up to please others; trying to win their eyes. Demetrius could see through all that since he was the loner that could watch society for what it really was. He snorted as a group of girls past him talking about some kid in their class they had a crush on.

Was it just happiness they wanted? The young Slytherin had no clue and didn't care; he wouldn't turn out that way. He rather torchure himself than to fake happiness like that. How could people lie to themselves personally? How could they lie to each other? What was wrong with society these days?

"A touch of poison seals my fate. The dawn echoes the night with my glory...the sun himself honors me. Once king of roses, now Lord of gold. The gods themselves envy my hand. Blessed with the gift of gilded touch. Fate wields its knife to cut the thread,

"I curse the day my dream became my descent. Suddenly I long for you, my only love. In my perfection I have no want yet eyes still glint with greed untold. A folly as fatal as sin has now become the end of me," he sang to himself.

Demetrius looked to the gray walls as he walked. The torches flicured as he walked past them. The Dungeons seemed to be his favorite place so far that he had visited. It was dark, no one liked to be down there, fear. The Hawthorne had a feel for this place.

"I curse the day my dream became my descent. Suddenly I long for you, my only love. Have I not earned this, the gift of beauty within?
How selfish were the gods to keep their riches from my rightful treasure? I truly have become one of them...my fatal flaw."

As he got further from the end of the Dungeons he noticed someone coming closer. Probably another girl thinking of a guy in her class. Thinking how fake she would get to get him to love her. Pathetic and immediate hatred came over him. Just like every other girl in the school. Uniform. Pathetic.

"Oh yeah! I've got her hook, line, and sinker! Thanks to me, she's her own new necklace! Now she's good as gold! I curse the day my dream became my descent suddenly I long for you, my only love,

"...cut the thread..." He looked straight as he almost became close to the girl.

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[batgirl]

In her years of studying and watching the population turn and twist to fit the new models that where being made for them, Ranka had come to realize a few things that she should have not seen until around this age. Yet, the young Russian had found herself discovering the sad state of the world at a very young age, and she had not been able to really look past it ever since. She always seems to see the bad things as she walks through the halls, though she does try her best to look past them. Ranka was always taught to look for the best in things, the best in people. But they make it so hard, and it was never ever that simple.

For Humankind to get something, they must give something up first. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. Ever since she had heard that on a show [ a Japanese show, actually ], Ranka had tried to follow it. there where many motto's she tried to follow, and may stories she tried to figure out, some she tried to hide. As she walked through the halls for the past few months, she discovered that people in this school particularly like to believe in a false hope, a false love. That is one thin she always hated. Ranka knew what love was, she never used the word unless she truly meant it. Yet these people used it so freely. She though maybe they really where in love, but you never know now a days. Morals just aren't the same.

Shaking her head, Ranka attempted to get those negative thoughts of her head. She never liked to sit and think in that negative spectrum, and move more toward the positive. Maybe that would help lighten up her spirits a bit [ god knows being down here wasn't the brightest of ideas ]. Her white teeth still held on tightly to her lip ring as she passed by so many worn out faces. She noted one girl had a rather bright aura around her, she must be one of those happy people around the school. Y'know, the ones that are always out in Lala land with the rainbows and Unicorns. Ranka had to admit she had been there several times. She liked it. There, she actually knew herself and the world around her.

but the rush of students that was passing Ranka had soon faded as there came less and less students around her. Soon, only a few passed every few minutes. Must not want to be down in this dingy place anymore.. she thought to herself, grinning a bit. She wasn't exactly the most sociable of people. Never did good at parties. but the signs of life seemed to fade through the dungeons, and she didn't like it. It was creepy down there alone. But when she heard some footsteps coming up in front of her, Ranka decided to talk to this person. Maybe she'll find a traveling companion. When this person came closer, she noted it was a boy. She gave a small smile before speaking.

"Hullo" she spoke, that Russian accent of hers ringing through the doormat dungeons.

[demetrius]

How selfish were the gods to keep their riches from my rightful treasure?
I truly have become one of them
...my fatal flaw."

The girl nearly walking past was an interesting person. Talking to a stranger. Not even knowing, caring, that Demetrius could be one of those teenage psycho killers like Mike Meyers. He snorted at her stupidity. The Russian himself wondered if he should give her a hard time for her stupidity.

"Yes? What do you want?," he asked in Russian. [No translation sites work so I have to type it in English. Sorry.] Demetrius put his hands into his pockets and waited for the girl's reaction. Little did he know she was also Russian. He hardly cared what she was or who she was. She was just like everyone else in the world. They were all the same. Giggly girls that only cared about what guy they could take away from a girl or how they broke a nail.

He continued to wait for her answer. Would she keep walking like he wasn't even there? That would be wonderful; acting as if he didn't exist. What joy that would bring him. Wouldn't have the girls asking him where he was from or tell him how cute his accent was. It made him shiver thinking about the girls he had met. He also noticed something else, the only people he had met so far were girls. Where were all the guys at this school?

Demetrius looked from the girl and looked around at the ground. Mold-looking carpet on the ground that made him want to gag. Green. It hadn't seen the sun in ages or at least never. He looked at the walls. No portraits like the other halls in the school. Why was the Dungeons so different?

He crossed his arms and looked back to the girl. Why was she so quiet? Demetrius began to take another step. What was the use of standing there when she was speachless? Plus...he didn't want to talk anyway.

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[batgirl]

[[ No translating sites? awe man. Alright, that's fine. x} ]]

Ranka was almost ready to change her mind when she had saw the boy stop after she said hello. The one person she doesn't pay a lot of attention to when she first mets them she mets someone who is a complete and utter arse. At lest, in her opinion. She should have studied his movements, the way he said things, how he dealt when faced with a person to meet. She was surprised to see how he could careless for a person to actually be there, in his space. She arched her eyebrow, her nervous habit of biting her lip ring getting worse as he opened his mouth to talk. Great. Just what I need. A guy who thinks he owns the world she thought to herself, one hand still resting in her pocket.

But with his words came a new kind of curiosity. She blinked a bit in confusion. Not only because he spoke another language, but because she understood it. It was Russian. She thought she was the only Russian to be attending this school - guess she was wrong. It almost made her want to smile and talk right back to him in Russian, but then he might call her a 'sad excuse for a Russian' or something like that. So she remained quiet for a moment, just observing and thinking of a worthy answer for his question.

However, as she sat the right thing to say seemed to keep escaping her mind. As much as this boy may have been the biggest arse that Ranka had met yet, she still did not want to lose his attention and hopefully make Friends with him - All because he was from the same country she was. All because of the blood, it always had to do with the blood. She wondered if she had seen him before, maybe they had met - saw each other passing on the street. The possibilities where endless. The Ravenclaw grinned, deciding to finally speak back to him. before he left.

Indeed, that is exactly what he started to do. As he passed by her slowly, Ranka turned around to answer. "It's so much easier to talk to people in a different language then confront them, isn't it?" she asked back, her Russian clear and fluent. She knew he understood - it was just a matter of if he decided to speak back to her comment. She watched him, bright brown eyes still waiting for him to hopefully turn around and say something else. Hopefully, she wouldn't get snapped at.

This is my last time she said As she faded away
It's hard to imagine, But one day you'll end up like me
Then she said. . .

[demetrius]

[I'm dead serious. There are sites but when you click Post Reply it turns into a a b b y a b b type of stuff.]

The Hawthorne was just about to walk away when the girl said something. He looked back at her with the corner of his eye and his dark hair in his face. "No. I perfer not talking at all. But Russian is a lot better than English. Less complications," he said in his native tongue.

She had caught him by suprise. Demetrius wasn't expecting somoene to know Russian at around here. How many other Russian's were there? Not that it mattered to him. He wouldn't talk to them. Conversations were useless. They only led to breakdowns.

His hands went into his pockets. The Slytherin stood where he was at. Deme made a show [not really] of being a statue. What else could he do? Was this girl going to keep the conversation going or what? Isn't that she wanted? A pathetic conversation that would only resolve in her never seeing him again. Which would be wonderful.

"What part of Russia are you from?"

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[batgirl]

[[ That's so unfortunate! haha. I could only imagine. >.> ]]

Ranka had to keep this conversation going. She had no choice in the matter but to kept dealing with this boy's harsh remarks and rude comments. Her life would probably be so much easier without him in it, and it would be a lot happier. But she felt somewhat drawn - no, not in a stalker, crazy I want to date you first year kind of way - but in the normal way. That is, if it can even be normal at all. She grinned a bit as he stopped dead in his tracks, responding to her comment. She stopped biting her lip ring for the moment, only to find herself responding in the language that only to two would understand. "Good Point, love. But it is a good way to shut people up" she shrugged, having used that effective method many times.

She watched as he didn't move from where he was standing, her eyes never fading away from him. Was he going to walk away? She scanned for his eyes, which seemed to be partially hidden behind black hair. Rolling her shoulders back a bit, Ranka allowed her back to lean up against the cold stone wall, the initial impact sending a shiver up her spine. Perfect. Nice and cold, the way she enjoyed many things - it was refreshing. Ranka remanded silent, ready to answer anything he may throw at her, but she wasn't going to chase after him, she decided. If he wanted to talk to her, then he would.

When he responded with a question, Ranka grinned a bit once more. What part of Russia was she from? Well, that has a lot of answers. the majority of her life was lived in Moscow, however she has lived in Tver for the first few years of her life. She gave a pondering thought before responding in Russian yet again. "I was born in Tvre...But my brother and I moved to the outskirts of Moscow after our parents died. We attempted at the inner part of Moscow, but too crowded" she shrugged, retorting. "What about you?" There goes her curiosity again.