K so its not done.. but here's a blurb..
KIRKWALL HIGH
Carver slammed the car door shut, his usual broody scowl plastered on his square jaw and hooded blue eyes. He sighed and ran a shaky hand through his dark hair. "Another new school. Did you really have to set the gym on fire?"
Angelica Hawke laughed at her younger brother. Obviously it had been an accident, but you couldn't tell him that. She gave her brother the once-over, committing his form to memory with her golden brown eyes. He'd gotten tall, finally growing into his feet and hands, during their stay at Lothering Prep. She sighed, the signs of training from his stint on the Junior varsity wallop team clearly showing in the bulky muscles he'd packed on. It had always irritated Carver that he couldn't draw more attention to himself.
"Well it wasn't as if it was on purpose, Carver Malcome Hawke. Its not easy trying to hide magic in gym class when you're being berated for being to weak to properly swing a wallop mallet" Her sister, Carver's twin, Bethany responded. Bethany was built like Angelica. She was petite, dark haired, and brown eyed. It was very clear that she and Carver were twins though.
".. but did you really have to set the thing on FIRE when you threw it across the gym?"
The sound of the twins bickering faded from Hawke's attention as she scanned the front of the building. The white carved stone building seemed to jut at angry angles out of the ground and other buildings nearby. It didn't look terribly different then the other ancient tevinter style buildings in Kirkwall.
Hawke took a deep breath. She always hated new schools. They'd been to 5 different high schools, 12 different middle schools, and no less then Twenty Four elementary schools, thanks to Father, herself, and Bethany's magic.
Father had kept them moving. They told the schools, the districts, that Father was a traveling salesman who couldn't bare to leave his family behind. The truth of the matter was, Malcome Hawke had been trying to keep his daughters out of The Circle.
She sighed again, turning to gather her-still-arguing twin siblings, when someone ran by, bumping against her shoulder. She felt her backpack slide off of her back, and she screamed, "HEY!" It did little good, the red-haired thief was streaking his way across the courtyard towards the building.
Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately for the thief, he didn't get very far. A crossbow bolt came launching out of
literally no-wheres, pinning the thief against a wall. Hawke watched, wide eyed, as a Dwarf apeared from the crowd, slinging a very fancy crossbow over his shoulder.
"I once knew a guy who could charm the coin from your pocket with a smile. But you? You don't have the skill to work Hightown, let alone Kirkwall High." and with that, the dwarf slugged the red-haired thief directly in the chin.
With a single toss, her bag was back in her hands, and she was staring wide-eyed at the Dwarf, who had an extraordinary amount of chest hair, and a layer of stubble on his chin. "Varric Tethras, Archer, and Journalist, at your service."
Modifié par Heidenreich, 14 avril 2011 - 01:57 .