Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Thread Started on May 2, 2007, 6:00am »
[[May 2nd, around 7PM]] (It’s open if you like bitchfests xD)
She wasn’t wearing any expensive dresses for a change. No lace gloves, not even horribly expensive necklaces. No high-heeled designer shoes, nothing she’d usually wear. Instead she wore sportswear. After taking her measurements these clothes were made to fit her perfectly – the clothes were still very expensive. Heck, even while practicing a sport you wouldn’t walk around in those cheap ‘size M fits all M-people’ clothes, right?
Red long pants, a red V-neck top and white sneakers – all of course of a fine brand. Her hair was pinned up with a couple of shiny silver hairpins and she wore two sweatbands with her name printed on it around her wrists.
Thank Merlin she’d taken this set of clothes with her to the school. So far she hadn’t gotten the chance to go to a designer’s place and have them make another outfit for her – the reason why she only brought three sets with her. Problem was she’d worn the other two outfits already this week and that just wouldn’t do.
The brown-haired woman made her way through the corridor after locking the dressing rooms behind her. She took firm steps when she walked to the gym, already making a resolution to kick out every student working out at the gym at the moment. Unless they were last-years capable of being a challenge for her – in more than just the sports sense – of course.
Nobody seemed to be at the gym now, however. The students were probably still working on their homework or having very late classes. Other personnel was probably still trying to digest dinner.
Perfect.
She had to hand it to Anima Eterna’s PE teacher; though he was a disgrace to all purebloods - since he wasn’t capable of magic -, he was fairly good at interior designing. Ayashe wasn’t fond of most gyms, as she found them boring and ugly. This one looked better, however. Not the best, of course, but better.
Her reason for being here wasn’t to marvel at some squib’s work, though. Even if it was, practicing a sport to stay fit and into shape was far more important. Shame money could buy a whole lot, but not some kind of potion which made you keep your current shape, no matter how much you eat (or don’t eat).
The law teacher walked towards the smaller storage room, looking at all equipment to work out. Weirdly shaped sticks – probably a Muggle sport – and nets and way more things. Balls, which definitely didn’t look like snitches, bludgers or quaffles. Even a ball which wasn’t round – she’d heard about the sport this ball was used in. It was some kind of barbaric activity where people were more focused onto getting each other hospitalized than scoring a touch-down, or whatever that was called again.
The ball she chose in the end was an orange one, looking much like a quaffle. When she walked back into the gym, she aimed at one of the baskets and threw the ball. Sadly, it bounced back since she hadn’t aimed well enough. It took her a few frustrating tries to get the ball to be thrown through the basket – bloody stupid Muggle sports – and she ended up throwing disapproving grumbles at the ball.
Students she could handle just fine. Men and women usually listened to her. She often got what she wanted and when she wanted it. Animals did exactly as she ordered them to do. Now a simple, stupid Muggle ball wouldn’t cooperate? Not a chance!
After tossing the ball against the wall in pure frustration (and kicking it once), she picked it up and stepped back again, throwing it at the basket. And finally, finally, it did as she wanted.
“Score!” She let out a ‘whoo!’ and waved her arms around, for a moment breaking out of the behavior she’d learned to have since childhood. Oh yeah, take THAT, bloody Muggle item!
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Re: Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Reply #1 on May 12, 2007, 5:30pm »
Devi hated it when she had to leave her office for other people's convenience. One, it was annoying, and two, she felt that it was hardly her job to follow around the trails of destruction to figure out 'what the hell just happened' to whatever injured student came limping through her doors. But here she was, going to the gym of all places, looking for that PE teacher so she could inquire about one of her patients.
Reports had to be filled out about this kind of crap, and alas, to do that she had to know where exactly the injury had come from. Not that she actually managed to find that out a lot of the time. She swore, if she heard the excuse 'it was a Death Eater' one more time...
Wearing her white healer's jacket as she head down the hallway, she made sure to scowl at a few students, especially the ones that began muttering at her appearance. Yes, she definitely had a reputation, something Devi wasn't sure whether she was pleased with or not. Then again, hardly anything pleased her, so it was probably a safe bet that it didn't make her happy at all.
Though people cowering was always amusing at the very least.
Coming up to the gym to see if the man was around (If he wasn't, then she was screwing the whole plan. He could do the bloody paperwork.) Devi reflected on the fact that she hadn't done a lot of working out since she had come to the school. It had always been a hobby due to the fact that she go could at it with perseverance alone, but supposedly hadn't a full time healing job was enough to distract her.
Hm. No PE teacher.
But OHOH. There was that prissy Law professor bitch.
No, the two hadn't interacted much before, but Devi had seen her around, which had already been enough to piss her off. She found the woman's spoiled appearance and attitude downright offensive, and seeing her throw around muggle toys like an idiot didn't exactly endear her any further. Not to mention, Devi was also annoyed purely because Ayashe was not the teacher she had been looking for.
"Congradu-fucking-lations," Devi snarled, seeing the woman throw the ball through the hoop and get all excited about it. "You have the basics of motor functions. Fucking back pats all around. Where the hell is the Coryn?"
Re: Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Reply #2 on May 17, 2007, 5:05am »
“You have the basics of motor functions.’
Only as the woman said that Ayashe felt like turning around to see who was bloody disturbing her ‘workout’. The thought someone who lacked every bit of status felt like telling her those things wasn’t an amusing one. It was a little endearing, since whoever had said that obviously thought she could gain some status by saying that, but still… Bad choice.
The Law professor turned around and frowned as soon as she noticed who it was. She was lucky for being a teacher, since those – in her eyes – had a higher rank than the average student. Couldn’t give detention or any other form of punishment to a teacher, after all.
Well, well, how lovely. Some kind of mediwitch – out of all people – had decided to disturb her here. Not someone worth talking to – hey, all she could do was healing people. What a perfect skill in a battle: surviving a war only because you were able to heal your own wounds and that way keeping your heart running. The best she could do in battle was healing the enemy’s wounds, which wasn’t very helpful at all, naturally.
The woman was probably good at her job, since she still had the position as the head mediwitch at Anima Eterna, but that didn’t automatically earn her respect, status and a good reputation. Healing required no skill but knowing a couple of healing spells and knowing when to throw them around. Teaching, however, required way more skills. Knowing how to keep students in line, knowing what they could learn in what amount of time and being able to transfer your knowledge to them.
Yet there she was, little miss mediwitch thinking she could tell a teacher off just like that. Not quite a good way to start off when you’ve just met. Though, even if they’d started off on the right foot, their personalities would clash sometime soon, anyway. Two ‘alpha bitches’ together would never work out, anyway. Thank Merlin she wasn’t at Devi’s territory right now, because that would’ve been something…
“So brave of you to finally start working out at the gym. Or are you just pregnant? If so, you can’t help that, of course.” Ayashe raised her eyebrows and let her eyes wander to Devi’s tummy. Getting back to people by starting about their appearance proved to be a quite effective thing most of the time, after all.
What clothing style this woman had. Sure, even though she had to wear the white mediwitch’ coat, she could’ve at least chosen to wear good clothes underneath. Not those cheap department store ones. Well, to be a mediwitch, good fashion style wasn’t required, Ayashe guessed.
“Why in Merlin’s name would I want to know where to find Coryn? You’re the one who’s looking for him, not me.”
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Re: Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Reply #3 on May 19, 2007, 5:59pm »
EXCUSE ME? Healing required no skill? What the hell was that bitch on to think that? Healing magic required a special talent, and even with that it was generally an uphill battle to refine it. Sure, things like healing cuts or fixing clean bone breaks was fairly simple work for most witches and wizards, but anything beyond that...Well, Ayashe could try fixing up a punctured and collapsed lung then laugh about how easy it was.
It was a good thing Devi couldn't read thoughts, or some necks would have already been snapped.
"Um, HELLO?" she snarled at the 'working out' comment, tugging at the side of her jacket for emphasise. "Do I fucking LOOK LIKE I'm working out? I came her to find the damn gym teacher because one of his students got themselves fucked up and I needed the professor's report." Also- pregnant? What the hell?
"Okay, look, bitch, obviously you are seriously dumbassed but seriously- pregnant? Are you fucking blind? As insults go that doesn't make any damn sense." Devi knew she was pretty in shape as people went, and while looks were probably added to one of the many things she hated about the world, it was the least of her worries.
"Because while I'm sure your usual get up and 'figure' does wonders when you standing on the street corner at night selling your ass for knuts, this is hardly the time and the place for that, mmhmm? Keep it professional, whore." Looking around for a moment as if to be absolutely sure that Coryn wasn't there, the healer looked back to Ayashe with a glare, as if disgusted that she was still present.
"I didn't fricking as you if you wanted to know where he was. Language conventionals, learn them." Crossing her arms, she remained in the doorway, intent on not leaving now that shit had been started. "He does come here on occaision, you know. I mean, crazy, teacher being in their classroom, but what the fuck. It's a mad, mad world."
Re: Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Reply #4 on May 20, 2007, 9:00am »
It was absolutely clear this woman had no clue what manners were. From the curses and swears she kept using it was almost as if she was heavily frustrated over something. Ayashe really hoped she was to blame for that.
“I believe you have missed advanced conversation classes yourself.” The woman dropped the basketball to the floor and turned to Devi. “People do not have to tell explicitly what they mean all the time. Other people usually understand what others say if they use metaphors or leave out words.” The professor pulled up an eyebrow and looked the healer up and down. “Though some people will never be able to do that, as it –ah- requires conversation skills.”
Skills she obviously didn’t expect Devi to have, just like real magical skills. Every idiot who’d graduated from a magical school like AE could do the basic healing spells. Getting a hang of the other ones couldn’t possibly take longer than a year of schooling! So, no, she didn’t exactly consider being able to heal things a real skill. Sure, you needed healers in life, but it wasn’t as if you’d instantly die if none of those was around.
Earning Knuts out on the streets? Whore? Who in Merlin’s name did this woman thought she was, anyway? Next to a skill-less woman with a serious lack of manners and emotions? She bet Devi’s annoyed look was stuck to her face and would never come off again.
“First off…” Ayashe started, taking a single step in Devi’s direction, “the proper name for someone like that would be ‘prostitute’. You’re even sounding like a man, now!”
“Secondly, I’m not a prostitute. Though I do agree with you that I – if I’d be a prostitute – would get way more customers than you ever would.
Oh, why would she think somebody who showed up at the gym would work out? Come on! This ‘Devi’ she’d heard of before really belonged in the ‘no IQ/EQ’ category – and in about a dozen of others – didn’t she?
Ayashe had to admit Devi was somewhat amusing – aside from the fact she seemed to think herself higher in rank than the law professor. She’d been the first at Anima Eterna who’d dared talking to her like that, after all. Even though being insulted wasn’t exactly Ayashe’s favorite, she now knew somebody she could insult – and who’d react to that on her own little special frustrated way.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me… Some people do care about their looks and would rather not change into obese trolls, like some of us.” The brown-haired woman frowned and turned to pick up the basketball.
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Re: Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Reply #5 on Jun 15, 2007, 12:53am »
Well, obviously Ayashe had missed out on, well, everything to do with Devi Sincero. It was common knowledge amongst most of the staff and students that he head healer was a loud, rude, obnoxious, man of a woman who much preferred yelling over reasoning. Why was she that way? Well, it was a story, and now one she felt like explaining to most people.
In short, she hated everyone and everything in the world. Mostly. Period. Done. Simple as that.
Now where were they?
"Maybe I don't need your fucking lessons to learn how to talk, because I know how to say what I mean instead of pussy footing around the subject. 'Advanced' my ass. It's called having from freaking common sense. Figure that out before you keep acting like the queen of the fucking universe, huh?"
Ayashe wasn't so great. Sure she had nice clothes (presumable- Devi hadn't much fashion sense, but they looked expensive), and that kind of smile that got presents out of unwitting males, but she was obviously dumb as a stick. Or at least completely illogical. Not like Devi. Obviously, she was completely on the ball with these things.
"So the term whore is reserved for men now? Yeah, well, face it, bitch. I don't like you euphemisms and you sure as hell don't deserve them, so don't cry to me because you don't like the harsh words, or because I'm making your filthily unvirgin ears bleed. Doesn't really matter how much cash I could get on the street, because hah hah hah, I have skills that can earn a living that don't involve flashing my tits at testosterone saturated males.
See, I know that's why you feel the need to come in here and work off those pounds when you're not vomiting into a perfectly innocent toilet, but fuck, woman, learn to love yourself a little more." Oh, was she turning her back on her? To hell with that! No one turned their back on Devi Sincero when she was mid rant!
"Oh, that's right! Walk away, bitch! That's what I thought!"
Oh yup, she was completely logical about these things.
Re: Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Reply #6 on Jun 15, 2007, 1:53pm »
Oh yes, she’d heard about a certain staff member working at this school. Somebody you couldn’t possibly hang around for ten minutes or more if you wanted to get away unharmed – mentally or physically. At the time, she’d thought those words to be complete and utter nonsense, but right here, right now was living proof someone like that could in fact exist. Poor thing – Ayashe was sure she would be acting like Devi was when she’d look like and have the same profession – and lack of talent - Devi did.
‘Queen of the fucking universe’. Apart from the lack of need to use a word like ‘fucking’, Ayashe did quite agree with the nickname. Not one she’d mind having, actually, since she was way closer to that position than this female… nurse.
“Oh, you are absolutely right. Why use sophisticated words and well-mannered ways of speech and conversation when you can butt your way through the room and look like a rhinoceros on a rampage?”
Skills that can earn a living? Oh, sure – if you could call living in a small two-story house a living. If you would, then sure. Surviving from whatever meager payment she got every month was possible, though if you could call that ‘living’…
"Oh, that's right! Walk away, bitch! That's what I thought!"
As soon as she said that, Ayashe froze in her movements and turned around not much later. Her head was tilted to the side and she waited for a bit before answering to those words.
“Did you know researches proved people swear when they’re feeling either extremely frustrated or really intimidated?” A short pause, as if she wanted to let those words sink in with the Head Healer – although she didn’t know how much time this woman would need to give her brains the chance to process all those words – before she continued. “So it would be safe to say you’re either feeling intimidated, or you are frustrated over being who you are deep down.”
But right, she wasn’t here in sports clothes holding a basketball to have a rather amusing chat with a colleague. Training had been the reason why she’d walked here, no matter how much fun Devi really was. Things could be combined, however.
Ayashe threw the basketball Devi’s way, leaving out the attempt to throw it in a way the ball was easy to catch. Hey, that woman was a grown-up, not someone she’d have to be careful with, right? Bitchy people could take care of themselves and wouldn’t die when being hit by a basketball.
“Here. I’m sure your ‘patients’ won’t miss you.” A bitch like her? No way – they’d probably come running to Ayashe, thanking her for the fact Devi had a couple of minutes less to curse and swear at patients thanks to her.
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Re: Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Reply #7 on Jun 16, 2007, 12:57am »
"Yeah, well, works for me," she growled, crossing her arms. "Slut," she added to no particular effect, other than to express her already well established dislike for the other woman. "Don't feel the need to put up with your people's shit. You have enough of a superiority complex as it is."
Ahah! She had yelled enough to get Ayashe's attention again. Victory. So, apparently she wasn't above bickering. Sincero's day was made.
Well, it was a lousy day anyway, so it didn't take much to improve things.
"Oh!" she announced when the professor began talking about 'researches', sheer mockery of the comment rising into her throat like bile. "OHHHHH! I'M SORRY? WHAT? DID A SCIENTIST TELL YOU THAT? DID A FUCKING GUY WITH SOME PAPERS AND A SURVEY COME UP TO YOU AND SAY, 'HEY, WHORE ON THE STREET CORNER, OUR 'RESEARCHES' TELL US THAT PEOPLE SWEAR WHEN THEY'RE FRUSTRATED!'"
"Then I guess he just slipped a twenty into your bra and gave you the ride of your life, because GEEZ, that is some REALLY REALLY inspiring information there, and you must have really taken it to heart. And up the ass. I mean...fuck. My world view in blown. NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY SWEAR BECAUSE THEY DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ETIQUETTE! NEVER! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, asshole, shit, cunt, damn, hell, ASSWIGGER! Look at me! I'm DEEPLY FRUSTRATED!"
And then a ball came soaring at her face, so she was forced to stop the tirade for the moment.
Hands instinctively flying up to keep it from knocking her in the nose, she stumbled back a foot or two as she tried to regain balance, irritably clutching the basketball in such a way that an observer may fear that it was about to pop.
"GAHG!" she growled, hurling the ball back at Ayashe, actually trying to hit her as opposed to just clumsily passing the thing. Devi was quite strong, considering, so at the very least that thing was going to bounce far.
Whether or not it would be off the Law prof's face was the question.
Re: Score! [[Devi and semi-open]] « Reply #8 on Jun 19, 2007, 10:52am »
“Is that what people like you call it nowadays? Superiority complex?” Oh, that was just too cute. That Head Healer really thought Ayashe had some kind of complex. Probably too stupid to realize it wasn’t a complex, but just reality. But then again, people who were frustrated and jealous would name everything they got beaten at something that happened because there was something wrong with the other. Being beaten at sports was because the other had cheated. Being beaten in beauty was because the other had slept with the jury. Being beaten in popularity or intimidation tactics or whatever else this woman was thinking about was because the other had a superiority complex.
“Newsflash, darling… It’s not a complex, but just truth. I don’t mean to be mean, but… look at yourself.” Ayashe looked Devi up and down and frowned while at it. “I wouldn’t exactly call you superior to colleagues or students. How come? Maybe it’s your clothes or absolutely lovely personality. Either way, I have all the reason to act like I do.” Therefore, it was not a superiority complex. It was just hierarchy, how things worked in the world. Adjusting to that was hard, but the woman would learn.
The Head Healer-chick immediately went on a rampage after Ayashe had told her about the research. Clearly wasn’t convinced of the rightness of the research outcome, or wasn’t impressed by it at all. It could also be she was indeed very frustrated over things she hadn’t even realized she was frustrated over yet and this was her way to express the frustration.
Either way, the Law professor at that point decided her nails were about the most interesting thing in this gym and took her time to check them for being in need of nail polish or manicures. She could still hear the blonde gal using all the swears in her vocabulary and her voice on high volume. The vocabulary wasn’t too good, as she started repeating herself after the first word.
“Are you done now?” Ayashe lowered her hand slowly and was about to look up when Devi’s growl alarmed her. Her arms shot up and the basketball hit her arms, causing the woman to have to take a step backwards to keep her balance.
Her lips formed a straight line and eyes were narrowed when she lowered her arms again, rubbing one of her arms and picking up the ball.
“Are you really too stupid to know the basic idea of basketball? You’re supposed to take this,” Ayashe held up the ball and mouthed the word ‘ball’ to Devi, “and try to throw it into the basket. It requires basic motor functions, so I doubt you’ll get it right the first way. But let us not get disappointed by that.”
She glared at Devi, trying to mask the annoyance because of the almost-accident with the ball with words, throwing the ball Devi’s way again and not exactly carefully throwing it.
American Football suddenly seemed like a lovely sport.
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