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Changing Attitudes
Thu Oct 19, 2006 09:37
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Another festival had begun again, and Kieran couldn't help his grin. What better was there than an excuse to spend the night drinking, and flirting with some women, be them White Tower or Black Tower initiates? He certainly couldn't think of a better alternative. At first, he pondered asking his friend Zander if they could spend the night drinking, as it seemed that's what they did nearly all the time when they were together, but the celebration came, and Kieran had yet to find his friend. It just gave Kieran an even bigger incentive to go look for some company of the feminine persuasion.

Kieran grinned even more at that thought. He certainly enjoyed the company of females, even though he could still claim that he was an innocent. Not that he would let anyone know that in the near future if he could help it, since it was almost a matter of pride to men such as he, especially since he was a Domani by heritage, and handsome if he had to find a way to describe his looks. Of course, he was by no mean vain, but he knew that he was not hard on the eyes to look upon; at least, not what showed when clothing was on. His torso was a different story in and of itself, riddled with scars, some years old, others mere months. Not that anyone would be seeing those any time soon, either. Only two people had ever seen those scars here at the Black Tower, and one of them was Zander, but Kieran wasn't planning on parading his past around, seeing as those times had been mistakes, and he had momentarily forgotten their existence.

He sighed softly, his breath misting in front of his face for seconds before dissipating into the air. Moving one foot in front of the other, he walked towards the Green neither fast, nor slow, but rather at a steady pace, as he sunk deeper and deeper into thought. The light hearted factor of the festivals always seemed to catch him off guard, even though he had a tendency to try and find humor in things that might not usually get a laugh from someone. It was almost ironic, really. The times where he should be mischievous were the days that he'd rather spend mulling over the past. There was no good explanation for why his mind worked thus; he just knew that it did.

Seeming unimpressed when those from the White Tower arrived, Kieran went to stand by a table, neither too far away from anyone, nor so close as to have to strike up unwanted conversation. His thoughts had turned from a willingness to flirt with all possible females to things much less appropriate for light conversation at a festival. Kieran looked out at the people around him, those dancing, and those just striking up friendly conversation amongst others, sometimes from different Towers, sometimes from the same. He actually spied Zander speaking with what looked like a Green Sister. That put a damper on his plans to spend the night with his good friend. Kieran brushed a bit of his black hair out of his blue eyes, and continued surveying the crowd, noticing with just the barest sense of hearing someone, the words of the young woman filtered across his consciousness before, after a moment, her words finally took hold of his attention. He tilted his head slightly, to look over at the young woman, who he wouldn't name as a breath-taking beauty, but she wasn't anywhere near being mule-faced, either.

He shrugged with a slight lift of his shoulders, leaning so that it appeared his palms on top of the table were what were keeping him upright. He turned back to the crowd as he spoke, softly answering her, even though what he said didn't only pertain to her question.

"It's a matter of it being both of those situations you mentioned…." Kieran began. "They are afraid of us, because we’re made to be the killers, the assassins, the spies, all of the dirty jobs they don't want to stain their pretty hands with. They believe they are better than us, because as our name implies, we are the soldiers, the lowly ones that are trained to kill, and be killed. We are easily dispensable, because we are quickly trained, and we don't spend decades being pampered by our superiors. It's a matter of us versus them, which is the basis of all humanity, and if the attitudes are not changed soon, something might just happen." Kieran glanced back over to her, giving her a slight smile. "To answer your question, yes, they usually are this cold towards us, even though there are a few exceptions. My name is Soldier Karen Ohanzee, and I begin to wonder why a pretty one like you would have been shown their rudeness." He stood up straight after that, still looking at her. "The nature of a festival is for us to enjoy ourselves, but it seems we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot, and I apologize." He gave her a bow, and upon straightening, held his hand out to her. "Would you care to dance, my dear Evie?"

  • Wisecracking So-and-Sos (Kieran!)Soldier Evie Holinshed, Wed Oct 18 13:07
    Her breath blossomed before her, silvering in a barely-visible plume of autumnal mist. Walking down the path, Evie found little else to amuse her beside the physicality of her own breathing, as she... more
    • Changing Attitudes — Soldier Kieran (Karen), Thu Oct 19 09:37
      • A Lively GirlSoldier Evie Holinshed, Sat Oct 21 13:47
        She’d been searching for it. She’d been lusting for it, even. Something as simple, as seemingly commonplace as a basic, decent conversation, and it had been given to her. Or, rather, Evie had found... more
        • Questionable ReactionsSoldier Kieran (Karen), Sun Oct 22 17:46
          Kieran couldn't have been more pleased then when Evie accepted his offer to dance. His night already seemed to be brightening as he placed a hand expertly around her waist. Not that he had ever... more
          • It's Only a Small RequestSoldier Evie Holinshed, Mon Oct 23 14:06
            She could deny it not. Really and truly, Evie enjoyed the mysterious ambiance Karen appeared to emulate into the limitlessness of the evening, cascading an inscrutable aura from the philharmonic to... more
            • A Decline and an OfferSoldier Kieran (Karen), Tue Oct 24 08:27
              The pleasure that resulted from Evie's actions in not only accepting his kiss, but giving as good as she got, as it were, could not be described. He was indeed enjoying himself nearly too much at... more
              • Newton's Third LawSoldier Evie Holinshed, Wed Oct 25 13:55
                For every action there is an equal, yet opposite, reaction. A dull, leaden silence gravitated over the pair of them as Karen apparently paused to contemplate what words she had spoken Oh, by no means ... more
                • Not Gonna Get UsSoldier Kieran (Karen), Thu Nov 2 15:07
                  As Kieran listened to Evie as she spoke, he couldn't help but feel a bit of an itch when she pulled out the silver. He remembered his thieving days too much for his own good right now. Kieran unbound ... more
                  • Cold TeaSoldier Evie Holinshed, Sat Nov 4 15:40
                    Hands clapped before her mouth, Evie watched in stunned silence as her beau did little more than hush her, standing wholly still–where they could be seen! Light! Calla and Toliver, accompanied by a... more
                    • Contemplations of the Morning AfterSoldier Kieran (Karen), Sat Nov 4 18:53
                      It was not exactly easy having to wait there for Evie. He knew that he said that he'd wait for her…but it seemed to be taking longer than it should to just snatch something from the Infirmary, and... more
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