Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
Alec sighed as he tilted his head. Adjusting in his posture, the brown-haired male brought one leg up, resting his left ankle upon his thigh. His left elbow rested on the side of his knee, acting as a supporting prop for his head as his cheek rested on his palm. Lazy eyes stared down at the tablet he rested now on top of his shin, as he read line after line of text. At this time and age, text books were no longer of much importance, save for curriculum that never offered much changes in its contents. History, for example. Alas, that was not the subject of Alec's attention at that moment. Marketing. Though he knew the reason behind it, he found himself disinterested at the idea that a media student had to learn marketing, simply because it revolved around contracts and agreements, things that the media industry delved in quite frequently.
He was clad in a brown coat, with a white furred collar that was erected around his neck. A grey scarf was wrapped around his neck, its tail swung over his shoulder to prevent it from swinging down onto his tablet. Below that was a simple white sweater, plain and clean. A pair of black jeans followed, fitting upon his person, before finally ending then in a pair of black boots. His brown hair was neater than usual, slicked back cleanly, or at least, it would be if not for a few rebellious strands that hung towards every direction they saw fit. Sitting beside him on the bench at the university courtyard was his black leather satchel bag, containing his more personal items.
Ever since coming here to France to pursue a better education, Alec had found his days to have gone rather mundane. In and out of lessons, he would go, focusing entirely on the semester and leaving little time for anything else. It wasn't like he had much of a choice. He was still learning the local language, and Alec found it difficult to relate to most of his classmates as a result. It wasn't that he didn't know anyone. It was simply that he found no one interesting enough to entertain. Not yet, at the least.
A groan rolled from his throat, before he straightened himself, his left hand coming to the back of his neck as he rolled the joint, relieving it of the pent-up stress the posture had built in. His right hand would swing to the side, intended to plant itself on the bench for support, only to end up knocking his bag over. "Ah--" he exclaimed, watching as it fell off the bench, its contents pouring out onto the pavement before him. A tin of mints. His wallet. His mobile phone. His keys. Two separate textbooks. And his personal notebook, that ended up rolling further than Alec would have ever expected it to be capable of, colliding against the ankle of a passing female student.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] These dreams... they were growing more and more alarming with each passing night. Towards their initial arrival, Yvette had thought them to all have been the cause of an overactive imagination running wild without restraint. When she laid her head to rest and closed her eyes; her dreams took over almost immediately. Even if it began as something remotely normal, it wouldn't take long before the scenery shifted. Drastic changes. From city to lush forests. Or, on occasion, pillars and marble structures. She'd find herself walking about these places as if she had lived there before. She knew the in's and out's. Where all of the other faceless beings resided. They seemed to be friendly, they waved to her. And upon waving back, she would catch glimpses of attire that she had never seen before. Yet, felt as though she had? Or well, should, to be precise. However, in the lush greenery of whatever forest her dreams whisked her away too; it was battle. Chasing creatures. Firing arrows and slaying them. Maybe alarming wasn't the right word? [break][break] "Yvette!" Captivating, was more like it. "Huh? Oh, sorry." She had spaced out again. Thinking about those dreams again. A bashful grin coated her lips before a matching giggle left her lips. "I heard you, though. That sounds like a good plan to me." She stood outside with a group of her classmates. Holding their books with backpacks loosely situated against their shoulders, the talk of a school assignment had been the prior conversation before Yvette zoned out to... greener pastures. "It'll only take an hour to get the groundwork done." Or well, so she assumed. The project itself was rather lengthy. But with the group she had been assigned to, Yves had no worries that it wouldn't be done effectively and efficiently. As if she would let it be done any other way. Her grade point average was nothing to fool around with. She was soon to graduate and wanted all the perks that came with being in the top percentile of her class. [break][break] If any... that is. "Great! We'll meet tom—" The other female student suddenly stopped mid-thought when something affronted her ankle. The gaggle of girls turned downward in unison and all laid eyes to what seemed to be a stray notebook of some sort. "Oh? What's this?" The girl leaned down and scooped up the notebook into her possession. Flipping it open, her eyes began skimming a page while Yvette, took to following an invisible trail. Locking sights with a brunet male who seemed to be collecting scattered things from the ground. Deductive reasoning would lead her to believe that the notebook within her classmate's hands, belonged to him. "Don't be nosy," with a quick swipe, she took hold of the notebook and shook her head. "I'll see you girls tomorrow." Eyes motioning towards the boy, her friends all nodded in unison. Waving Yves goodbye as she strolled over to him. [break][break] "Does this belong to you, perhaps?" [break][break] He would first take notice to a pair of black oxfords. As his eyes roamed upwards, black thigh high socks would decorate her legs. Followed by a high waist black skirt with suspender attachments. Finally, a white long sleeved blouse tucked within and trestles of brown curls hanging downward. Oh, and a smile. "Need a hand?" Yvette would kneel down, arms reaching out to collect some of the stray objects that were close to her before bringing them together and offering them back up to the male. "You didn't fall and hurt yourself, did you?"
He had thought himself to be feeling quite lethargic that afternoon, but he never expected himself to be rather... Clumsy too. He sighed as he slid off his bench, crouching low near his fallen bag as he picked it up. Setting it upright on the ground, he pulled it open with one hand and peered within. It had almost been emptied out, and he sighed in light frustration, before his brown eyes began to wander about the area to try and track down all of the things that had fallen out. Was everything there? No, wait. Something was missing. He furrowed his eyebrows. What was i--
The answer would come soon enough, for his peripherals would take note of a pair of oxfords that came into view. He blinked, as the voice reached his ears, the words almost immediately registering into his head. Quickly, he raised his chin, taking note of the young female that stood before him then. A clear beauty, Alec immediately noticed, with a charming smile on her face, and his personal notebook in her extended hand. His eyes widened slightly as he noticed it, and he returned the smile with one of his own. Oh, that was what had been unaccounted for. He reached forward with his free hand, as he nodded his head. "Ah, yes!" he exclaimed, as he wrapped his fingers around the small notebook. "Thank you."
That was rather fortunate. The personal notebook contained a mixture of crucial notes for class, and a few penned down personal thoughts of his. It was pretty much his diary of sorts, yet at the same time, his organizer and all that. It listed important contacts, personal dates, accounts of events, and all that. Certainly, it would have been rather embarrassing had someone else found it, and had read through it out of curiousity. He quickly took it back, and placed it back into his bag. It wouldn't have meant a big loss for him in retrospect had he lost the notebook, but she certainly saved him a lot of trouble of having to compile the information back to a single accessible item.
She would display the kindness of her heart once more as she offered to help, and would begin doing so before Alec could even answer. His smile only widened, as he nodded his head. "Thank you again," he chuckled, before shaking his head as he worked with her to put everything back into his satchel bag. "No, I just accidentally knocked it off the bench. Didn't realize I was that exhausted, that's all." A scoff rolled from his throat, and with her help, he managed to return everything back into its rightful place. He would pull himself up onto his feet, then, brown eyes locked upon hers. She had a fair face, with long black hair. A charming beauty, for sure, and Alec pondered upon her features. She looked to have some oriental heritage in her, didn't she?
"Let me make it up to you. That notebook was rather important to me, and I don't know what I would have done without it," he started. A clear exaggeration, perhaps. "Let me buy you a drink. Coffee, perhaps?"
[attr="class","stylishtext"] What a kind boy. Er, well, maybe he preferred to be called man? Regardless, he was very polite and well-mannered. Which made it all the easier to lend him a hand in the gathering of his objects and placing them into his bag. And, now that she was closer and could get a more thorough look at him, his style of dress was very trendy as well. Definitely a good sign. Sifting through mental images of her classmates, and the various classes that she enrolled in; Yvette couldn't place him in any of them. So, maybe he was older than her? Or perhaps younger? Then, of course, there was always the option that his major had placed him in classes opposite to her own. All the same, she had pegged him a student here at St. Elbandia and it was nothing to lend a fellow student a hand. "No need to thank me, it'd be rude to watch you struggle." She responded with a nod, standing up after having acquired all of his items. [break][break] "Oh good," he wasn't hurt, that was a plus. "Carrying you to the infirmary would have probably turned a few heads." Freehand gripped at the strap of her backpack. "Long day?" Being that exhausted sounded terrible. She could easily recall making it home and collapsing against her mattress on days where school and work were a thing. She could certainly sympathize with the guy. Though... she had never been so tired that she spilled her purse against the ground while possibly sitting on a bench. Maybe he had dozed off, or something like that? A little risky to do in public, but the campus was widely monitored and safe. So a nap outside may not have been the worst idea. Huh, maybe she should opt for the girls to meet outside for the project? Maybe at a nice cafe, too. [break][break] "Coffee?" Brows perked upward for a moment at the offer presented to her. there was a nice little place close by that served excellent coffee. And, she didn't have any plans either. "Hmmm..." index finger tapped against her lower lip, head turned upward, and an inquisitive hum ensued. "Sure," Yvette nodded, "I like coffee." Sounded like this guy was willing to pay for the entire thing too. Getting a cup of coffee for free? Sign her up. "You must have some sort of secret in that notebook or something." She teased, waiting for him to gather his things. [break][break] "Yvette. Nice to meet you...?" Her introduction extended, waiting to learn the name of the generous notebook owner.
She definitely carried a rather charming and refined grace about her, and her kind heart was a big plus, was it not? At the very least, Alec could not deny he found her attractive, though that itself - in his case - did not amount to much. He had grown up in the media industry, with his father a director and his mother an actress. He knew well enough the capability of people to manipulate and twist their own attitude and personalities to befit a situation, sometimes even complete turn arounds. Fakes, Alec had always believed people to be. He was no different, of course, considering how his thoughts contradicted the softness his facial and body expressions displayed. He would doubt this to ever progress to anything more than merry company.
He chuckled in respect to her quip, nodding his head slightly in agreement. It would indeed have been awkward, considering their difference in sizes. Credit it perhaps to his genes, but Alec was a rather large figure. Standing at 6'4", and holding a substantial amount of bulk on his physique, he was a rather fine specimen to match that of society's expectations of men. And to have such a petite and beautiful girl to carry him around would certainly have made for an amusing yet embarrassing sight, wouldn't it? "Yeah, it would have," he added on in agreement, only to follow up with another roll. "Long day, yeah. Projects and all that. You know how it is," he smiled.
The basics of establishing good rapports with others. One of the easiest way to do so was to establish common ground. It was rather fortunate for Alec that there was already one provided for them, and that they were both students of this prestigious and admittedly demanding university. Even if Alec was having no problem in keeping up with the curriculum, that hadn't meant that it wasn't taking anything out of him. Whatever the case, it seemed that his offer for a reward had earned her interest, and his finger twitched slightly upwards in excitement. If anything, coffee with such a beauty would be a rather ideal way of passing the time, would it not?
Besides, it would be a good situation for him to see whether she had the brains to match her beauty then. After all, no one ever drank coffee in silence, especially in the company of another. Eventually, she would agree to his request, earning a wide beam of a grin from Alec, as he tucked his bag between his arm and torso. He nodded his head as well. "I'm glad to hear that," he replied with a light-hearted tone, as he stretched his free arm outwards, offering for them to progress on. As soon as the first steps were made, Alec would follow suit, and allow himself to walk beside her. "Ah, yeah, sort of. It carries notes from my classes, but a bit of personal thoughts as well. Would have been embarrassing to have them seen by another."
Yvette. What a fitting name.
"Alec. Alec Shephard. It's a pleasure to meet you too," he stretched a hand out for a casual greeting, and would allow himself to give her appendage a gentle yet firm shake. "What are you taking as your major, if I may ask?"
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Ah, so the notebook carried a few personal thoughts inside of it. That made sense as to why he was so keen as to return the favor of finding and returning it to him. At first, she had thought it to be that of a normal notebook. Carrying nothing more than notes and dates for scholarly things within. But now that she knew otherwise, she could certainly understand why he would want to keep it away from prying eyes. Something akin to her songwriting book. Though, it may not have carried as many personal notes as his notebook. She would still have been rather upset had it been taken and read without her permission. Even more so if it had been because of her own clumsiness. An insult to injury, sort of deal. It made her all the more pleased to have stopped her classmate from skimming the pages. Though, it would be false to say that she wasn't curious about the contents herself. Though, that was just human nature to be. [break][break] "Oh yeah, she nodded, "I was just planning a meet-up with a few classmates for a project." Head craned over to the group of girls who were walking away into the distance. "Pretty sure I'll end up being the leader of the group." Shoulders shrugged, and Yvette let loose a chuckle. "Not that I mind too much. I prefer it, actually." That way, she could ensure they would be successful. The girl was always a bit iffy when it came to group activities. Whereas working alone, if she failed, she had no one to blame but herself. But, when others were involved, there came about other facets that she couldn't explicitly control. Emotions, opinions, actions. Things of that nature. Each group activity was a learning experience. One she would certainly need to master if she planned on making waves in the business world. [break][break] Alec Shepherd. Nope, she hadn't heard that name in any of her classes. "Business and communications." Yves answered without hesitation. "Minor in fashion, dabbling in music." She'd do well to remember his name. His physical physique would easily single him out among the other males around the university. He was tall, carried a muscular physique. And, with his name not being that of French descent, it stood to reason that he was a foreigner. Or well, hadn't grown up in New Paris. Similar to that of a majority of students here. "Music's more of a hobby, though. I take it pretty seriously all the same." If she and Roselia could hit it big, she would take their fame and create a fanciful life for her and the girls. Even if they didn't, she still wanted her friends to live a life as close to luxury as possible. [break][break] "What about you?" Head craned over to Alec as she continued strolling onward, "sports medicine major?" She snickered. "I'm kidding. That would be too obvious. You don't act like the usual sports medicine student. Even if you look the part." Again, the guy was built like a sport's player. "Um... English major?" Another guess, due to the information gained on the notebook.
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These dreams... they were growing more and more alarming with each passing night. Towards their initial arrival, Yvette had thought them to all have been the cause of an overactive imagination running wild without restraint. When she laid her head to rest and closed her eyes; her dreams took over almost immediately. Even if it began as something remotely normal, it wouldn't take long before the scenery shifted. Drastic changes. From city to lush forests. Or, on occasion, pillars and marble structures. She'd find herself walking about these places as if she had lived there before. She knew the in's and out's. Where all of the other faceless beings resided. They seemed to be friendly, they waved to her. And upon waving back, she would catch glimpses of attire that she had never seen before. Yet, felt as though she had? Or well, should, to be precise. However, in the lush greenery of whatever forest her dreams whisked her away too; it was battle. Chasing creatures. Firing arrows and slaying them. Maybe alarming wasn't the right word?
