Introducing, The MPD Candidate. (Tag: Anyone)

[missa]

Kayla's knees were drawn up to her chest, her feet resting on the edge. Chin rested about those knees, wide eyes looking straight ahead. If not for the rather upset look on her face, Kayla might look completely peaceful, even calm.

Kayla, love, we don't belong here. Listen to me, please... We belong where no one will ever hurt you again.[/i]

So smooth, so tempting was Fealyn's voice that Kayla almost felt like she could lean into the other, and feel her sitting right there, but even so, she knew that wasn't the case. Fealyn wasn't there beside her, but she was still a big part of her life. Her words were so tempting, yet Kayla knew the truth. She wouldn't survive a day if she left the Weyr, and nor would Fealyn. And then where would their parents be, hm? Wouldn't it be horrible to actually know that they'd destroyed the happiness of the people that had loved them, normal or not.
"We'd never make it Fea."

"Who are you talking to?" Another candidate had come into the common room, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, Kayla blinked, confusion filling her eyes. She didn't know this one, no, nothing about her was familiar. Not the short black hair, and not her stormy coloured eyes...
"Fealyn." Completely honest, Kayla blushed when the other girl glared for a moment, then laughed. It was a harsh sound, but completely false, she might imagine the other to have a rather nice laugh, when it wasn't completely fake.
"Really, I don't see anyone else here, so you're talking to yourself? Pathetic."

Beka would not admit that every word she spoke was making her feel sick to her stomach, even as she flinched back when the other girl approached, holding out her hand,
"I'm Kayla, I'm sorry, you can't understand me, but that's alright. Would you like to be friends?" She was so sweet, so... Innocent. Something Beka had never had the chance to be. Eyes narrowed as she stepped back, a part of her wishing Lura was here, she never felt so... False when Lura was with her...
"Why would I want to be friends with you?" Words were scathing and cruel, Beak slapping the other's hand away from her. Okay, now she really needed to leave, before she apologized.

There was a sudden feeling of anger, before everything was calm and quiet for Kayla, feeling safe and protected as Fealyn came forth to protect her.

"You're the pathetic one, how dare you strike Kay?" Fealyn's voice when she spoke made Beka's sound like the sweetest tone on Pern, it wasn't a fake menace, it was real. Fealyn really felt the anger, the hatred for this one in front of her coursing through her body. Pounding in her veins, filling her with adrenaline. A push was given to the girl's shoulders, and Fealyn's lips curled in a smirk as she stumbled. This sharding dimglow had hit Kayla, perhaps not what some might call a hit, but she'd lashed out at the one person Fealyn cared about, and there was no way she was going to stand around and let that happen.

Beka was, to be perfectly honest, shocked by the complete change in the girls demeanor. There was no happiness, no sweetness in her eyes now, it was like looking into ice. The ringing slap on her cheek startled her back into stepping back, pain flashed through that cheek and quite suddenly, Beka was very afraid. Not of Fealyn, for she seemed to fade into the background of the memory.

Move! Her brain shouted, screamed as the heavy footfalls came to-wards her, the large fists clenching before releasing that hold, yet Beka stood. She'd spoken, said something, what was it again? Did it matter? If she was right, her temper had gotten away, and she'd insulted him. Now she was about to get the thrashing of her young life. Fifteen turns old and she was already learning that the dark look on her father's face was something she was going to regret ever setting eyes upon. The sharp stone suddenly seemed like the most terrifying thing she'd ever seen. Yet, she was tied to the ground, her feet refused to move.
"You dare, you dare talk back to me?" She didn't answer, only stared, whimpering when his hand slapped her.
"Answer."
"I did talk back, so that tells you I dare to do so, or are you too stupid to know that?" Oh dear, biig mistake that was. Beka didn't even have time to wince before there was pain beyond anything she'd ever encountered. Broken bones? They were nothing compared to this. The stone had managed to slice her skin, and blood welled. A deep cut that would leave Beka with the scar she'd carry all her life, and which would make her flinchy about her collar bone and arm.

Fealyn was rather surprised when the girl crumpled to the ground, looking pale and scared. Crying out in pain just once, whimpering, when she did look up, one brow was raised. Fealyn didn't know what had gone on, only knew that she held no sympathy for the other girl. She'd hurt Kayla, and for that, Fealyn would want her to pay.
"Who's the pathetic one now?"[/size]

[saberlin]

Rilliana had only come in at the tail end of what seemed to be a very large fight. She took a good wide stance, preparing should one of the girls decide that her interjection needed retaliation.
"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TWO DOING?! Your behavior is not at all portraying of someone who wishes to Impress. Candidates do NOT fight! I dont care what the argument is about!" She folded her arms across her chest and glared at the two girls. This really was absolute nonsense, who heard of candidates fighting anyway? She knew the one girl Becka, as being a very very hard headed girl that seemed to have the worlds biggest chip on her shoulder. Just because she didnt Impress this last time didnt mean that there was not the possibility for her to not Impress in the future. Just what HAD the girls started fighting about.
"Well, one of you had better explain before I go get the the Weyrwoman to jump down your throats."
Rilliana quivered herself at such a thought as bringing the hot headed Weyrwoman into such matters, but this really did need to stop and she knew that the threat would at least get Becka to think about reasoning.

[Tashe]

Snorting slightly, the woman who had silently draped herself over a wooden chair in the corner of the room before the fight had begun finally revealed herself to the others. Black hair swung forward slightly as the chair rocked forward onto all four legs, while the grey-green eyes flashed slightly as the female candidate's body entered the light.

"Shards Rilliana. Give the two a rest... anyways it was Beka who started the fight, with her slappin'. Though uh... whats her name... Feayln I think. Could'a been a little bit nicer 'bout it..." Shrugging her shoulders in a very amused way, Saraina crossed her arms over the top of the back wards chair. Losing all emotion rather quickly from her body and face, the young woman stared at the trio of Candidates, only really stirring when a soft pop rung out above her shoulder.

Feeling her royal blue flit alight on her shoulder after a few trips in 'between' all the while bringing a small jar of numbweed and a few bandages to the injured girl as his mine had instructed him to, Saraina returned her attention back unto the others who occupied the room. Maybe another fight would break out... oh how that would amuse the artistic thief. The snide teen had been at the Weyr for a few years, and almost everyone knew that Sara had the knack of worsening a situation for purely her own pleasure... but only when she felt like it. The aging candidate made it her personal agenda to familiarize herself with every new candidate or arrival that caught her interest, much like her guardian F'rah, and this new girl happened to... If only Rilliana hadn't stepped in with her loud mouth, Sara might have taken steps to end the fight herself. Only because she had wanted to get a word in with the seemingly bipolar Whercandidate. But defending her to an extent would have to do for now....

"And like you'd even get the Weyrwoman an'ways Rilliana... Even I wouldn't go to the Shmee for such a trivial problem like'a small fight... Hmph. She probably wouldn't even care all to much... No dinner and a very boring and long lecture... maybe." All of what procceded her initial comments were said with a slight bit of teasing, almost mocking in her voice, although none of her features showed it.

[missa]

Both girls jumped at the sudden yell, though Beka's face visably paled further, nothing about this scene was right, caught between memory and reality. She didn't remember him ever saying those words... No, but he must of, no one else had yelled at her in such a way. Eyes were a pale blue colour, filled with fear and uncertaincy.

Fealyn's arms crossed, her stance mocking as she looked at the yelling candidate.
"Candidates do not fight!" Words were parrotted back at her with a mocking tone, her veryu demeanor telling the other everything she needed to know. The threat of the Weyrwoman hadn't upset her one bit, it might have Kayla, such a shame these two weren't dealing with her.
"Such queenly mannerisms, one might believe you were the Weyrwoman yourself, but not even the lowliest green chose you off the sands, did they?" Fealyn's voice portrayed a cruelty, as though she were trying to be nasty, at the same time as not upset her too badly.

Beka had scrambled to her feet, flinching back when another voice came into the conversation. Her whole body shook visibly, caught in the terror, some part of her mind may have wondered at the Candidate's behaviour, but if it did, that voice was ignored.
"Just leave me alone, I didn't do anything to you.." The whisper directed at Rilliana was soft, nothing like the normally harsh tones, the memory having taken all fight from her.

[saberlin]

Rilliana was not backed down in the least by either of the girls. Not the one in the chair most of all. Talk about acting all high and mighty! All Rilliana was trying to do was get these girls to stop fighting.

"Oh yes, I'd forgotten how absent minded our Weyrwoman seems to be in the matters of this Weyr. Either way though, what sort of dragon rider would either of you make if you got yourselves killed? Then your dragon would suicide and then where would the world be? Don't either of you remember your teachings?"

She felt like she was talking to children again, expecially parrot mouth. The way the girl mimiced her was far to comical to stand and Rilliana had to hold herself still for not wanting to show that she just might burst a rib for laughter at such antics. Was this how everyone raised outside the Harper Hall acted? If so she was glad that she had not spent much time with such people. Keeping herself in the Drum Heights would be better at this point. Oh well, she was here now and would remain until she no longer had a CHANCE to stand. "All the better that I didn't Impress one of those poor malformed creatures. Those dragons and their riders are going to suffer on a whole new level because of someone's misbreedings. One of those Lowliest of greens[/L] as you called them won't even fly. How is that rider going to handle an irate dragon in threadfall? Not that either of you would care about such things. Going at each others throats seems far more important."
Rilliana's words were true. She really had not wanted anything to do with any of the dragons on the sands spare the Golden Egg, and thank the first shell that it had hatched safely and healthy. She was left to a moments pondering about not only what she had just said, but about the new Queen. She would likely seek Paryal out at some point to personally congratulate the new Queen Rider. The girl seemed level headed enough, and by her own standards would make a FAR better Weyrwoman than Smee. Even at her young age!

[missa]

Beka's face was caught between fear and anger as she contemplated the girl, malformed? The poor hatchlings had no choice over their birth, yet, had Impressed. No doubt their riders loved them! At the same time, she was fighting a losing battle with herself, her feet edging towards the door. More than anything, she wished for Lura's comfort now..
"I- They, they had no control over their bodies... I'm sure their riders love them, and..." A pause as the girl fought to get the words out, trying to explain.
"I-I remember them, but I don't belong here anyway, what's the point in remembering them?" Eyes darted from one candidate to the next, her face ashen as she watched them all for even the slightest hint of their thoughts. She didn't even realise that the barely there shaking she normally had, had increased to full on tremors. The moment a candidate's eyes flickered to her, she flinched, trying to melt into the shadows. Her arm ached, and though she knew it waqs the memory, her mind making her think it still hurt... She grasped the limb close.

Fealyn on the other hand was examining her nails by teh time Rilliana finished talking, boredom filling her features.
"Oh do forgive me, I forgot that some people only like the best of the best, Kayla would have loved to have been there when the dragonets were hatching. We were still at the Hold though, you think she would have cared if a malformed creature chose her? She would have loved it either way." Of course, Fealyn was only reffering to Kayla, knowing full well that if it was her, she would rather send anything that made her feel nice and warm, between.

[Administrator]

Zamora had been keeping an eye on Beka. He liked the girl, which was a strange thing for him to do. He hated everyone, yet here he was, extremely protective over a simple candidate. Seeing the girl's panic, he winked between soundlessly to alert his bonded of Beka's distress. Descending on the greenrider with a flurry of images, Lura wasted no time in running to the candidate barracks from the dining hall, with Liralla in her arms and Zamora at her shoulder. Zanna was perched on the other, looking happy and confused, as usual. Zirian, however, was glowing brightly where she lay possessively in Lura's hair.

"Beka," she said from the doorway, firm, yet gentle. Worrying for the girl, she came right over, placing a protective hand on her shoulder. "You don't need to be here, you know." She shot a dirty look at the other candidates here, wondering what they had been doing to her.

Zamora crooned, and nuzzled Beka lovingly. Zirian snarled, her proddiness in full effect. Was her bronze treating someone else lovingly? Zanna, in an attempt to make up for it, hopped up into Lura's hair to attempt to nuzzle Zirian, but the green screeched. Rolling her eyes, Lura bounced Liralla absently. The babe screeched in delight, but Lura didn't seem to have noticed. "Beka, would you like to go back now?" she asked softly.

[Tashe]

"Psh. I was here before they started... Mere witness I was, Greenrider." Twisting a hand into the air in innocence, Saraina cocked an eyebrow before giving the others a small sly grin. Kicking the chair she had been using as a foot rest around to face her once more, the female candidate propped her booted soles up once more. Silently taking out her knife, Sara also withdrew the small carving she had been doing before the fight had interrupted. Slowly drawing the blade up the curved side, the young woman pretended to be occupied with the chunk of wood, when in reality her interest was still placed with the others.

Flapping his royal blue wings as his His spun the chair around, the little blue flit cast a lively gaze around the room. His Saraina was far better than any of the other candidates in the room, she was even better than the green rider... although his affections for his His did rival those of his passion for females.