Post by rocco ville linnakivi. on Oct 20, 2009 22:22:25 GMT -5
YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER
stranger, well its nice to meet you sir. i guess i'll go.[/color][/font][/center]
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]"hei, i’m rocco. i’m from helsinki, first off, so that should explain the sporadic use of finnish phrases. so, basics, ei? well, for one, my full name is rocco ville linnakivi, but that’s annoying as hell to say, so stick with either rocco or rocky, and things will be fine. this is only my second year at hogwarts -i’m not twelve though. i’m seventeen, just like most other seventh years, but my parents transferred me here from durmstrang at the beginning of last year. (my father refused to give me an explanation, but according to my mom my talents for studying were ’being wasted in that brutish school.” (which explains why isä refused to comment, seeing as he is a loyal alumni.)) yes, well, that being said, i’m also in ravenclaw (which made äiti happy, naturally.) and quite content with that, it’s been chill thus far. mmm, other basics, uh, i’m a boy, clearly. my birthday is february fourteenth, making me an aquarius, and if you follow astrology at all, that makes a lot of sense -but i’ll get to that after. um, my wand has a dragon heart string core, 13 inches long, mahogany wood, i think, and i’m most focused on transfiguration in school, practicing up to become a full fledged animagus one day, you know? i think that’s good for the basics.
so, here’s the part where i explain myself and my personality and all that to you, right? i said all that really needs be said earlier; i am an aquarius. my mother was always very into horoscopes and divination and such, which explains the understanding. anyway, they say you should always put your best foot forward, so to start off, i’ve heard often and agreed with the fact that i’m imaginative, friendly, a thinker, independent, and a deviant from the accepted norm. if you see me in class and my nose isn’t buried in a book, it’s probably because the rest of the time i often get lost in thought and zone out a lot; it isn’t me being a space case, though, if that happens, then i’m probably legitimately thinking about something that intrigues me. i like to think, and read, and question what’s given before me. call me a nerd, you’re probably dead on. i love arguments solely to hear people be so passionate about their opinions, and other than that, i doubt i’m unapproachable or very intimidating. age may be a factor in that, but i’m not malicious (stubborn, sure, and maybe i can have a bit of a temper, but generally, it’s not a problem) or spiteful, i am not out to get you.
on the other hand though, i have faults, just like anyone. as stated, i love arguments, whether watching them, encouraging then, or engaging in them. not to the point of being overly combatant or intrusive, but if i hear something i don’t agree with, and have valid points to make, i will definitely make them known. it isn’t usually meant in bad taste, more-so a bad habit i can’t drop. also, when i do have a legitimate way to back up what i say, and all it’s being countered with is emotion and sappiness, i guess i can be a bit uncaring. this kind of applies in general, though, i’ve been called an emotionless, aloof bastard more times than i’d like to admit, but i can’t help that. i’m not easily upset, or hurt, and being a big crying mess is not appealing at all. in fact, most relationships i’ve been in have been ended because as “sweet as can be [i’m] just unreachable, and cold at times.” i also can not help that there are times when i would much rather keep to myself than be in the center of everything, and i feel smothered easily. this is what usually gets me aggravated, which shows itself in two ways -you’ll either be ignored completely, given very short, snide responces, or the rare and ugly act of getting tore a new asshole. i’ll just apologize in advance for if that ever happens. see? still sweet beneath the stubborn, unpredictable, eccentric, coldness!
anything else i need to cover can be wrapped up quickly, i think, so let’s get done with the boring part. i was born and lived in sheffield in england until i was six, so i don’t remember too much, but it explains the good grasp on english without an overly powerful accent, no? anyway, we moved then to helsinki, in finland where i’ve been living since, aside from the school years, of course. my family is made up of my mother (dearest äiti whom i’m actually quite close to), my father (isä in finnish, as i think i stated previously) and my little sister, andia. i’m not very close with my father, but i guess that makes sense. i suppose my mom negative personality traits i got from him; i respect him, though, and home, that’s really all that matters. i’m very over-protective of my sister, even though she’s fifteen and capable of handling herself. that’s really it for family, i only ever see the rest on holidays, when, as many classical pureblood families like my own, we gather at rather lavish gatherings. personally, i find them stuffy and overrated, but sometimes you just have to shut up, grin and bare it, right? that’s basically as far as that topic goes.
so, final thoughts, final thoughts. i’ll try to make this quick. i’m a realist, a thinker, a dreamer, a skeptic and an instigator. i enjoy reading, studying, getting lost, drinking fire whiskey, smoking weed (come on now, i can’t read all the time, right?), listening, good music, well kept appearances, paradoxes, sleeping, parties, time for myself, transfiguration, and pushing limits. if you walk too slow in front of me, you’re liable to get hexed, being loud and obnoxious will get you ignored, being clueless will get you sarcastic remarks, and being polite will help you reap the benefits. i’m not hard to get along with, but i’m hard to understand completely. i think that goes for most everyone, though.
nähdään pian -see you soon."
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It didn’t take Derek very long, not at all, actually, to noticed the state Bailey was in. If his sleeve hadn’t been covering his mouth at the moment, she probably would’ve seen him frown, not from sadness, no, he was just instantly pissed off at her now. Then, at the same time, he was pissed off at himself. Then, again, he wasn’t. He couldn’t help his instant dislike for drugs like that, and he wasn’t an idiot, he could put two and two together. No, the only reason he was pissed off at himself was because somewhere beneath the mass of that hatred, that damn concern was still there, just stabbing at him. It was like it was mocking him, especially with the way she had just popped up like that, invading his happiness. His euphoria. That was the other thing, though. He hadn’t even had to see her, he could smell her. Just like before, she still smelled pretty damn good, but it didn’t help that his already amped up senses were even more attentive. She was so damn lucky he had such good will power, and was so well programmed to be pissed off all the time, even at his happiest.
Well, with most people anyway. Bailey wasn’t in his little, very little, circle of closeness, so he was cool with being such an asshole to her. For the most part, anyway.
Hearing her just chirp his name that that, Derek internally cringed. She was just so damn happy. Why couldn’t she just be happy normally? It would make things so much easier. He could’ve had a civil conversation with her, without the instant instinctual loathing of what she was doing to herself. Now, Derek wasn’t one to talk about being a model citizen, but still. He looked at her and nodded, and mumbled “Bailey.” into his sleeve. Even with the words muffled, the tone was still flat, but his voice was quieter. His mind was still buzzing, and he didn’t doubt the ring of red around his eyes was just a bit different from the one clouding hers. The thought made him blink.
He watched as she sat herself down on the ground, and raised an eyebrow at her. What was he supposed to say to that. ‘I’m sitting.’ He could see that, he wasn’t an idiot. If he could kick himself, he would, for having to have one of his more favorite states of mind invaded by a talkative, high, Bailey Owens. Oh, and maybe for the fact that somewhere he was a little bit happy. Yeah, he kind of wanted to punch himself in the face for that one. For growing just a little bit attached to the girl. He kept the scowl on his face and simply shrugged at her. “That’s great. Have fun with a wet ass.” His eyes moved from the girl sitting a few feet away from his to the snow, that thin layer that was covering the ground, that she was now sitting in. Idiot.
Why was he out here? Just the thought of the answers he could give made him smirk. Again, not like she could see it, with his sleeve still dutifully covering his mouth, his fangs still sticking out like sore thumbs should he move it. So, he didn’t. Remembering though, that she had asked a question, and probably wouldn’t shut up until he answered he looked back at her. “I was looking for some peace. And quiet.” he answered, the second part a bit sharper. He felt really stupid, with his little comments being muffled by his damn sleeve. He made another it a point to mentally remind himself he could unclamp his mouth and simply leave his hand in front of it, so he wouldn’t sound so stupid. Just his luck, though, thinking of these things after the fact.
Once more, Derek followed in his own little tradition, his eyes following her movements as she moved herself closer to him. He hadn’t cared that she giggled. He thought it was cute, actually. He was not going to move his damn hand. By the time she had stopped, he could see her eyes, pupils dilated, but adjusting. He himself wasn’t thinking straight, though, so the thought hadn’t crossed his mind that if he could see her eyes so well from this proximity, then she could probably see his as well, and have a ring of red on the outline of normally simply hazel green eyes, not quite normal. She was lucky, today, that she had found him like this, or he probably would’ve left as soon as he heard her. He could’ve done it, too, without being noticed. Damn rush messing with his brain like that.
He couldn’t help but to let out a, well, a something between a scoff and a laugh at what Bailey had said, his hand moving from tight against his mouth, to simply pressing against it lightly as he did so. HE was weird? This, coming from Bailey? If he had been anyone else, he probably would’ve double over laughing. Too bad he wasn’t. Regardless, even Derek could’ve have helped but to laugh at that one. He looked down at his hoodie, when she herself laughed, bringing up the fact that he was cold. He wasn’t cold, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t look good. “You don’t like the Misfits?” he asked, just a bit defensively, although somewhere, deep down in it, there might have just been a small hint of curiosity, and pleasantness. Music could bring out the civil side in Derek Morrison.
Of course, all that went down the drain, when she spoke again. He was bleeding? “What are you talking about? No I’m not.” he snapped abruptly, though he almost cut himself off, and he really wished he had, when he looked down at his shirt and remembered the blood stains. Yeah, because it was perfectly normal to be walking around in the woods with little drops of blood on your shirt. Just out of nervousness, he pressed the sleeve against his mouth and chin, trying surreptitiously to wipe at it without being noticed incase there was any on him. Not that she would see his mouth anyway. He was adament about not moving his hand.
Once more, he remembered he had to answer for that, the curious, less happy look on her face reminding him of it when his eyes met hers once more. “I-I bit my lip.” …Did he just fucking stutter? Oh he was screwed. Taking back what he said before, yeah, if he could kick himself, he totally would right fucking now.
