Their 'Queen of Clubs'

An Ace of Diamonds girl with the superiority of the Spades' Queen. A solution like so can only produce death beauty.

[celxs]

♠ }    : 

                  ‘If you close your eyes,

                 and listen closely enough,

              you will be able to hear the sounds of the ocean.

                  Or is it the rush of  b l o o d  in your head?

                     You see, not everything is as it seems. 

                                                                    It is never safe to assume

                          because you believe you "know".'

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Poor Unfortunate Soul(s) : Ishimaru & Celes

[It’s a grey, gloomy day outside.

Classes have ended for the day, and most students have either gone back to their dorms, or left to take the train to their respective homes. The pattering of rain rings throughout the halls of Hope’s Peak.

A few people have stayed back for club activities. Some classrooms have light flooding out into the halls, some are dark, blinds pulled closed. It’s a bit eerie, seeing the school in such a quiet, lonely state.

You make your way through the school, down hallway after hallway, down every staircase. The entry hall is empty, but as you exit the building, you see one solitary figure.

He’s standing under the shelter of the veranda. His bag hangs in his left hand, and he appears to be lost in thought. His thick eyebrows are knotted together, his right hand absently picking at itself, his red eyes piercing and gazing into the endless rain. He doesn’t appear to have noticed you.]

[celxs]

♠ }    : 

               There was no doubt in her mind of who the figure was: with his wide stance, formally 'at attention', and his eyes locked front it could only be one person. There weren't many that presented themselves with such assiduousness, such intense earnestness. It would be admirable if it was not so unflinchingly desperate.

                Rolls of silver-lined clouds went against the dreams of bushy-tailed artists, yowling in warning of the onslaught sure to come. The rain made her extensions droop, which horrified her to degrees previously unknown. Oblivious to his surroundings stood one Ishimaru, eyebrows furrowed into one large, hairy caterpillar and hands fidgeting -- thumb parallel to trouser seams, stretching, twitching, middle-finger-parallel,

                            p i c k  

                            p i c k                            

                            p i c k .  

                 It would drive anyone mad, especially one watching for the amount of time she had been. Even a minute was too much. He barely stood under the terrace, droplets digging their ways into his hair. In this state he was dead to the world. Celes had an odd sense drag over her, then; it was not one she could explain but it made her shiver.

                                        {{ It would be nice to knock the crown from his head. }}

                                                                           Instead of interrupting the silence blooming over the two, she prompted herself to stride over to Ishimaru, folding her hands behind her back and watching the sunset. It was cold and wet, but blocked the raindrops more effectively than where she stood prior.

          When he was quiet, the hall monitor was a fairly pleasant person to be around.

[celxs]

Celes & Gundam

[highschoolhamster]

Tanaka paused on his way through the cafeteria. At a table before him, a few paces away, a battle was raging. He wasn’t sure if he should offer his assistance; the girl was having a terrible time with her snack package, but he didn’t want to wound her pride by helping.

Realising he was standing motionless in the middle of the room and a large amount of people were starting to stare at him, he decided to act. Tanaka strode over to the girl’s table, placed his tray down, and spoke.

"Do you require help with your struggle?"

[celxs]

♠ }    :                 The bag was crinkling. With every deafening crackle of the plastic her face grew more somber. A queen of fools was what she would appear to be if she could not pop open a single bag of wafers! Not even her ring could slice the impenetrable packaging of this dessert. Deep in the recesses of her mind she wondered if they sealed the packet with hot glue, and proceeded to coat the wrapping with some form of unbreakable, pellucid material.

                 A man approached her. The first thing she noticed was the coloured streak of wounded skin across his eye. He opened his mouth, a deep rumble reverberating in her bones. A hot wave of embarrassment ran from her face into her fingers as she processed the spoken sentence. Of course he had noticed; the word she had tried to avoid thinking was even used. First impressions were the most important things to present with a clear mind and sharp eye, but she had blown it.

                                              How could she fix this?

                                                                                'No. There is no need.

                        It should only be a few more minutes

           until this bag's opening burst, I assure you wholeheartedly.'

[celxs]

A Queen and Her Dog - Komaeda & Celes

[ltlgmdrp]

He could feel her eyes on her, steady and analytic, and he knew what she was probably thinking. Even if they hadn’t spoken before more than a handful of times, he did know everything about his schoolmates, and Celes was no exception. ‘He would make a good butler—’ or ‘He needs to be taught a lesson—’ maybe. She reminds him of Kamukura, with her dark hair and pale skin, until her lips upturn. Then, she looks more like a model in a magazine, rather than a person.

But he keeps smiling, because it’s only polite, as she continues to study him, right up until she begins to speak. Her voice hits him like thorns to his skin for some reason, despite it’s pleasant tone. He calms himself down internally with a deep breath, telling himself that one thing. She’s elite.

"Mm," he hums lowly, nodding at her words. "It’s the same for me. It was really sudden, wasn’t it? And it’s still going… Ah, I’m going to get a headache like this." He sighs, rolling his eyes, but not at her. "Everyone is most likely outside, away from the noise… I’m sure Celes-san was walking there now, huh? Well, don’t let me stop you!"

[celxs]

♠ }    :                 His words were evenly structured, she noticed. They sounded like he took time to process them in his head, and every syllable uttered double-checked to assure a front being played. His eyes were like water. Was he melting before her?

                He towered above her. It made her sick to her bones, that he'd have to look down on her to initiate this conversation. Like stretched taffy he bent at the waist; his atrocious posture did nothing to settle what indignantly flickered in her chest.

                His smile was soft. Oh, how it would delight her to bring her fingers to the gentle ivory curve, her gleaming nails tar-dripping on a trembling lower lip, the warning shine of her ring flashing dangerously-- oh, there was so much potential in feeble filth like him. If only it wasn't wasted in his own cleverly crafted face. How pitiful. 

                                                                                              'You are not inconveniencing me one bit.

                                        In fact, if my suspicions are correct,

                         then you are on your way to the same place I am, yes?'

She didn't allow him to answer.

She already knew what he was going to say. 

                                         'But if you are feeling lightheaded, 

                                      then I suggest we walk to the infirmary 

                        instead of standing around like mutts with no given order.'

[celxs]

A Queen and Her Dog - Komaeda & Celes

[ltlgmdrp]

Komaeda laid awake in his room for hours, restlessly tossing back and forth before settling on his back, facing the ceiling. He was tired, and it seemed like colours danced around his vision, little strings and bands that only proved to tell how far gone he was.

Hours and hours later, after what seemed like years, the sun began to rise. Birds flew outside and perched on the wilting tree outside his window, singing happy songs that made him wish he had taken his headphones out of his bag. And he still hadn’t had a wink of sleep.

He covered his face with his pillow, smothered all his thoughts and worries away. One hour of sleep. That’s all he needed. If he didn’t get it, there was no telling what time he would pass out later. After battling with himself in slow, sleepy thoughts, his mind began to numb, and he could feel himself drifting away. He didn’t dare urge himself on, in case he jinxed it. Slowly… slowly…

—Beeeeep. Beeeeep. Beeeeeeeep.

He practically almost hit his head jumping out of bed, any chance of him getting a wink of sleep gone within just a few moments. How unlucky… he thought, rubbing his pale fists against his sunken eyes. He would look even more like a monster today.

"Nng…" he groaned, sliding properly off his bed. He missed the warmth of his sheets and the plushness of his mattress already. Getting dressed is an easy tack, but finding the energy to do it and actually leave his room is another story. But the beeping of the dormitory bell was still a ring in the background, and he knew he had to hurry. To not be a burden…

He grabbed the keys to his room, just in case, and stepped outside. The halls were relatively empty—most of the other students probably had already awoken and left, or hadn’t found the willpower to get out of bed yet. 

He does spot one person, though—one elegant, mysterious person.

"Celes-san!" he greets, giving a small, polite wave. "Were you woken rudely by the alarm as well? Ah, it’s tedious, isn’t it?"

[celxs]

♠ }    :                 Groggily shaking sleep from her head, rubbing sand grains from her eyes, Celes rose from her bed. Hand reaching out to steady herself, she leaned on her dresser. A yawn contorted her face in several unflattering expressions. She was relieved she did not have a roommate to view her in this boring state.  

               While she walked to her closet she noticed the outside noise still incessantly blaring. What she had mistaken for her doorbell was actually the morning intercom, sounding tinny and hollow when her blankets and pillows shielded her from potential disturbances. If she had known her efforts to block out noise would be in vain the following morning she would not have gone through the effort of piling several comforters over her body, but what's done is done. Her mistake was in the past.

               Removing her extensions from her specialised wig head, Celes' hand lowered to the dresser's drawers, pulling one open. It absentmindedly dug around for her comb, nearly pricking itself on the metal tips once locating it. How ironic it would have been if she had; she was a queen not a princess, nor was she sleeping anymore.

               Unknotting her hair took quite a while, so it was a relief to find her curls did not grow too tangled over the night. Wrestling on her clothes took the same amount of time it usually did, as did touching up her face. In a mere fifteen minutes she was flawless. Her Mary Janes rested by the side of her bed. Celestia effortlessly slipped them on, deft fingers bucking them shut. Her hand dove for her dresser once more and she picked up her ring, sliding it on her index finger. A pained grimace twisted her face as she fluffed her skirt, exiting her dorm.

                That damn monotone beep had not stopped throughout her whole preparatory routine. She was ready to throw something.

                                                          The hallways were cold, the absence of students allowing the AC to blow full-blast onto her back. Red shoes clicked determinedly on the floor, each little thought contrasting with her outer façade expressed through loud step. Mask in place, Celes donned a prim smile. It was her luck that she had mentally prepared herself for company just as a white-haired boy approached her.

                She vaguely knew him. He was an upperclassman, one year her senior. With pale hands and icy breath he was the epitome of a 'walking corpse'. He treated those around him with the utmost reverence, his dire need to please absolutely charming. Just imagining his handsome face distorted into a look of obedience was something to brighten her mood considerably. If only she could remember his name. 

        'Yes, I was.

               Why, it had sent me into a state of disoriented shock.

I sleep like late passers lain six feet under,

               yet the ringing blew me into a frenzied rush.

                                                                           And yourself?' 

[celxs]

                                                                    Elegance. Intimidation. Burning. Decadence. Pride.

Taeko.

                                     Perfection incarnate.

                         ♠   Celestia                                        Ludenberg.  ♠