Brandie Bale (brandie_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-25 18:51:00 |
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Current location: | Regan High School Cafeteria |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | brandie bale, julian lasher, place: la |
Boy Meets Girl
Who: Brandie and Julien
Where: Regan High School Cafeteria
When: Tuesday, Aug. 24, Noonish
Another year, another school, another first day. It all seemed the same to young Julian Lasher, who sat, purposely isolated from his fellow students, at a table in the back of the cafeteria, shaggy black hair almost, but not quite, hanging in his eyes, which looked steely and almost distant, like his thoughts weren't QUITE there with the rest of him. Wearing an ash-gray blazer over a white t-shirt and gray dress slacks, he look far overdressed compared to the rest of the kids, who were looking far more...summer-y, for lack of a better term.
When Brandie walked into the lunchroom of Regan High School, she looked around for Bethany for a moment. However, she didn't see her cousin at all. She could have just not have gotten there yet, but Brandie had the feeling that she had gotten distracted by a boy somewhere, which meant that she was all alone for lunch. Looking around for an empty table and finding none, she eventually walked over to the table with Julian sitting at it. "Mind if I sit with you?" she asked.
What the... did a really CUTE girl just ask 'the creepy kid', as he'd been known these first few days, to sit with him? He looked at her briefly with a look that said 'are you crazy?', before nodding. "You're gonna kill your upward mobility on the social ladder, you know..." He replied, voice snarky yet... somehow remarkable soft and almost gentle.
She simply shrugged when he said that and sat down. "Because I'm SO worried about something like that," she said. Hey, she was a Bale and her brother had quickly ruled this school last year with an iron fist. Like SHE really had anything to worry about. "I'm Brandie Bale, by the way."
"Julian... Julian Lasher." He offered his hand to her, which honestly was as pale-looking as a vampire's. "If you don't mind me saying so... you're quite lovely." Yes, he knew the girl was likely a freshman, and a couple of years younger than he. But... he wasn't even really flirting. The way his father raised him, Julian just had a habit of saying anything on his mind, whether it was good or bad.
She shook his hand. "Thank you," she said with a smile. "I don't mind you saying that at all." Of course, she had a habit of saying whatever came to her mind as well, but it was just pure naivete that made her do it. "You're not too bad looking yourself." Although he reminded her of Courtney's father a bit, just with dark hair and less 'pure evil' radiating off him.
"Well. We clearly have an attractive young woman with tragically poor eyesight here..." He joked, his lips ALMOST curling into a smirk, that voice still barely raising above a flat whisper. "You know you're the first person to talk to me so far that wasn't just... mocking me?"
"Well, I don't think so. I've got perfect 20/20 vision, actually," Brandie said to him. "And why would I mock you?" She tiled her head slightly as she looked at him. "What would be the point in that?"
"Well, my guess is you're actually a decent person, with no reason to mask your own insecurities by mocking everyone who's 'different'." He found himself sort of staring at her for a few moments, just enjoying her smile. She really WAS a cute little thing.
Her grin got a little wider. "Well, I *don't* take pleasure in making fun of others, so I guess you're right," she said with a simple shrug. "So, Julian, how long have you gone to school here?"
"Exactly three days today" He replied, chuckling to himself, as he and his father had just moved here in time for the school year to begin. "Just like you, I'm assuming. Freshman?"
"Definitely a freshman," Brandie admitted to him. "I haven't even been in the city for all that long, honestly." Only a few months, and some of that was spent in a pure trauma induced freak out. "Are you new here as well?"
"My father and I moved here a week ago. From Salem, Mass." Only the US Witchcraft capital, right? "Luckily... I wasn't exactly leaving much behind." Well, wasn't HE just a barrel of laughs, hm?
"I had to leave a lot behind when I moved," she said, looking away for a moment. "But there's no going back so I try not to focus on it." She looked back up at him, a small smile on her face again. "So, how was Salem?"
Somehow, he could see straight through her forced smile, and he reached over, to softly stroke her cheek, ignoring her question. "You're such a strong girl... yet nobody gets to see it, do they?"
She sighed. "I'm not sure if they expect me to be strong or to fall apart," she admitted to him. "I'm working on the 'being strong' thing, though. Really." She mainly did so by not thinking about what she left behind.
"I can sense great courage and strength inside you, Brandie." He said in that whisper, sounding far more wise than his 16 years. "Power, as well. Power of some sort... that just radiates from you."
"How can you sense power in me?" she asked him. Her parents had taught her to not reveal her werewolf abilities to jus anyone. Just because e was a cute boy didn't mean she could trust him.
"Well now..." He said with a smirk far more charming than he really intended, "that would be giving away all MY secrets. Don't worry... I can't tell WHAT power you have... But I still sense amazing power about you."
She smiled back at him. She couldn't help it. For someone who probably didn't smile all that often, his grin was kind of infectious. "Well, I guess it's OK to at least admit that it's there," she said to him.
"I'll tell you a secret..." He leaned in and whispered in her ear, small grin tugging at his lips. "I've got power too. Shhh." Ok, so... when he did that? He couldn't help but think to himself that she smelled really nice...
She giggled. "I kind of figured as much," she said to him with a smile. "If you'll tell me what you do I'll tell you what I can do."
Now how ironic was it that with one small gesture, young Julian did something similar to what another warlock in our group of characters once did in high school: he waved one hand over the other, and when he did? A small rose was in that formerly empty hand. He handed the flower to her, hoping it would give her a hint. "After all, every beautiful girl should have a rose."
She smiled. It actually did give her a big hint. "Thank you," she said, taking the rose. "I'm not sure how to hint what I am, so..." She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I'm a werewolf."
"Hm." He replied, before taking a moment to think. Not about the werewolf thing, that barely fazed him. No, more like to ponder whether it was wrong to be so attracted to a freshman, especially one so obviously out of his league. "Well. Prettiest wolf I'VE ever seen."
She giggled. "Thanks," she said to him. "You certainly are charming. Anyone not talking to you is definitely missing out on something."
"You're very sweet." He said, his voice something of a combination of the robotic cold of Courtney and the sad loneliness of how Ash used to be. "Trust me, you'll find much more deserving boys to talk to as the year goes on. One as sweet as you can't help but attract attention." He wasn't trying to be emo or self-hating. Far from it, actually. He loved life, even one as dark as his. But he knew what he was and what his father had in mind for him... and it scared him. Scared him to think of ever being in a position where he could hurt a beautiful, full-of-life creature like this young girl.
She reached over and squeezed his hand when he said that. "I might attract attention, but I think you're plenty deserving of attention as well," she said with a smile. She may not know what his father had in store for him or anything like that, but just because he thought someone else was more worth her attention was part of why she *wanted* to lavish attention on him now. Plus he was sweet and cute, but he sort of had that 'kicked puppy' look to him that she just wanted to love and nurse.
God, Julian would be humiliated if he knew he gave off a 'kicked puppy' vibe. He was trying his best to seem, and to BE, strong, even in the face of unspeakable horror. "Why do I have a feeling that you're not going to walk away from this, even if I try to convince you its the safest thing to do?" He asked with a wry smirk.
"Because I'm kind of hard headed," she said to him simply. "Why would it be the safest thing to do?" If he only knew what she had been through so far, maybe he wouldn't be so quick to think that the safest thing for her would be to run away.
"I... I can't talk about it. Please don't take it personally. I promised my father I'd keep it between us." He blinked, a flash o desperation in his eyes, as he REALLY didn't want to offend the first person in three years that seemed determined to befriend him.
She nodded, still smiling at him. "Don't worry. I understand. Just don't be surprised if whatever you got going on doesn't scare me away AND makes me more determined to talk to you. That's just kind of how I am."
"Well. Eventually? We may have to find that out." He replied, his words and tone sounding... vaguely ominous.