~tula~ will you be my study, buddy?

[HOPE THERON]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Bounce – left foot up and right foot down - land. Bounce – right foot up and left foot down - land. Bounce – both feet up and both feet down - land. Her eyes were fixated on the floor, wide and near unblinking, watching each and every foot fall she made. The deep, chocolate pools darted from side to side every time she was ready to take a leap, tracing the criss-crossed lines separating stone in the paving underfoot, looking for those stones that were less broken and worn than others. Once satisfied she had found one, she jumped forward towards it, landing upon it with either one or both feet, balancing until she could find another 'safe' slab. There were times she would make big leaps, and times she would make small leaps – some fast and some slow – chaining them together in different combinations, giggling a little if she managed a particularly complex set of movements – perhaps adding the odd spin or pirouette between leaving the floor and landing once again. Bounce – both feet up and left foot down – land. Bounce – left foot up and left foot down – land. Bounce – both feet up – twirl – both feet down – land. To many, what she was doing may have seemed crazy – and indeed it looked like she was springing from foot to foot at odd intervals and peculiar angles, staring at the paving slabs below her as if in them they held the answer to the greatest questions in life. Moving in a big circle in front of the old library, it appeared as though she had no real purpose – just acting as though she was an extra in a live action Tigger movie. What these people didn't know is that her off-beat bouncing and balancing comprised one of her favoured games – a simple yet highly amusing game she'd taken from one of her favoured cartoons as a child. The premise was not difficult to grasp – one had to move between paving slaps – putting one foot on each slab – without letting any part of your foot touch the cracks. One had to do this for as long as possible – building up more and more complex strings of leaps until you finally touched a crack. One has to count the number of jumps until a crack is hit and then attempt to beat ones own score. Bounce – both feet up and left foot down – land. Bounce – left foot up and right foot down – land. It was perhaps Hope's favourite game to play when out and about. She had a terrible habit of arriving early to every to near everything she arranged to do – and while she often liked to practice her parkour on random structures about her – doing so outside a library – a place for mental study, peace and quiet – it just seemed wrong. Thus, waiting for her best and indeed only friend – Hope had taken to springing between slabs, a set of books in her arms – near useless to her without the help of the ginger genius she was meeting. Bounce – both feet up and right foot down – crack. Pausing, frowning a little, Hope looked at the offending split running the length of the stone she stood one – her hi-topped shoe bridging the minuscule gap. The smallest of sighs passed her lip. Fifty – two. It wasn't her best score – not by a long way. But her mind was elsewhere, wondering if she'd understand anything her borrowed text books had to say – even with aide. One thing Hope had always struggled with was understanding more – complex subjects – and if she ever wanted to pass exams and leave high school – she'd admitted to herself a long time ago she needed help. And that is what she prayed her Tulacombe could do – help her – so she wasn't an even bigger social reject for being held back another school year. Hope used the break in her game to look up and scan the area before her, biting her lip, searching the crowd for any sign of her study buddy, any flash of fiery red hair among the milling masses. But on seeing nothing initially, she let out another sigh, wiggled her hips a little, shook out each leg individually, and then started her springing once again.[/style]

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[Tula Rae Cross]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo]She was never ever ever going to live this down. After months and months of convincing everyone she was a good driver, she'd gone and done something to prove quite the opposite. She was late to meet Hope, purely because she'd spent the last twenty minutes waiting for a tow truck to come get her car and trying to get ahold of her dad. She hated his tendency to turn his phone onto silent when he was out with Immy. She was now running through the town, ignoring the little boy only she could see that was nattering in her ear about how Daddy was going to kill her and Logan was going to think she was a moron. She'd promised Logan in the past that she'd stop listening to Henry, but it was hard to stop listening to someone that didn't leave you alone, someone that could literally natter in your ear all day every day. She was, however, resisting turning to him and shouting at him for the sake of looking like a complete and utter moron in amongst the crowds of people. There were few other reactions you coud hope to gain from shouting at nothingness. Her bag was banging against her legs as she ran, but the hardest hit was as she stopped suddenly, the bag smashing into her hard enough for the ginger princess to squeak out an "OW!" But it didn't last very long, the familiar smile grew on her face as she looked at her bestie doing her little -- Hopscotch dance? Tula didn't really know how to describe it, she only knew she had a severe desire to hit a non-corporeal ten year old as he described Hope as weird. Henry wasn't known for being nice, to anyone actually. It was a wonder they'd referred to him as an imaginary 'friend' for all these years when he was anything but. "I'm here! I'm here!" She announced, heading towards the bouncing blonde. "Very possibly late, but I'm here!! [/classy][/style][/classy]

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[HOPE THERON]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] Hope's concentration was absolute. No matter what was said about her at school, no matter what was said about her generally low attainment, it was never do to a lack of concentration. When Hope put her mind to something, when she really focused, she was able to block near every other distraction out. The cogs in her brain would turn for but one thing, and all other thoughts were banished. She sometimes concentrated so hard in class that she would sit, staring at her paper or the board near unblinking, completely unaware as to what was going on about her – the notes people passed between them, the pencils they javelined at her hair or the hushed giggles they aimed in her general direction. It all became nothing but a background noise. No doubt it was this zen-like state she often sat in that caused people to think her so weird. However, her epic concentration meant very little when she just seemed unable, entirely in some subjects, to grasp the concepts she was trying to learn. They games she played, though, took just as much concentration as her school work and her dancing. In her mind, her success at whatever she was doing was paramount – no matter how menial it seemed to others, and thus none of the crowd about her mattered. She ignored them entirely, not to be mean, but in to aid her focus. All she saw were the cracks on the ground, her feet, and the number of jumps it would take to move swiftly and accurately between them. Nothing else mattered, and nothing else was important. That was, of course, until a very familiar voice permeated her locked off senses, causing her to stop mid-spring, her head rocketing up, ears metaphorically pricked. She looked much like a spaniel, caught off-guard by their masters call, her curled hair popping out of her beanie hat like a dogs floppy ears. Her deep brown eyes darted left and right, searching the crowd for the origin of the noise, so wide she looked almost desperate. At first she saw nothing – and thus remained deadly still, frozen in place, quite the change from her bouncing and springing but moments before. And then, a flash of ginger hair among the crowd – and she bolted toward it, sprinting as fast as her legs could carry her. As she got closer, she could see Tula's face among the crowd, and only sped up. Perhaps the only things Hope believed herself good at were things involving physical activity. Running, dancing, natural balance – she excelled in every field possible, and could out-sprint near everyone at her college from a standing start. Thus, it was with great speed she approached her friend, grinning like a lunatic. She was moving so fast, even, that it may have looked to any onlookers that a collision was bound to be immanent. Indeed, she showed no signs of slowing even a meter away. “TULA!” Her loud shriek may have been heard through-out the entirety of the city, but Hope cared not. She had spotted her friend – was closing in on her – and wished to acknowledge her presence verbally as well as physically. Moments later, Hope skidded to a stop in front of her ginger companion, defying the laws of physics by stopping her forward momentum as suddenly as she had started it, halting mere inches before the other girl, rocking back and forth gently on the soles of her feet, her arms hugging her borrowed books tight to her chest. “Hi...” She couldn't help but giggle a little, a grin the size of the Cheshire cat's plastered to her face – her friend had come, and her friend, hopefully, her genius friend, was going to help her learn. [/style]

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[Tula Rae Cross]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo]The shriek of her name was enough to force her into giggles. Giggles were ultimately Hope's domain but the influence she had on Tula was enough to force the fellow giggler into hysterics. The closeness of their bodies as Hope stopped before her caused Tul's eyes to grow wide, a grin spreading further across her face. It was impossible to not be insanely happy about Hope, Tula loved her more than she could ever know, partly because she had such a low self asteem sometimes that she probably wouldn't let her tell her, but she was doing everything she could to help Hope know she loved her. There weren't many people the young witch trusted, or would help, but here she was to help her friend in anyway she needed. Placing her right hand over the top of her left one, the fingers of one embraced the ring finger of the other in an attempt to cover the ring that adorned it. "So... I heard someone needed a little bit of my brain before I left for college.... Ya know where I can find her?" Tula was trying to work out the best way to work the last few days events into conversation, the way that wouldn't hurt her. "I bought some books and all my exam 'cheat sheets' from last year. We're going to get you through this year if it kills me Hope Theron! If - it - kills - me!" [/classy][/style][/classy]

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