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Hildegarde Berfalk
Hilda blinked, and suddenly the faint buzz and hummings that she thought came from a distance exploded, mummers and mutters were quick to give way to actual words and that was when the green haired senior realized that she had once again, inevitably, zoned out in the middle of the lesson. Frustrated with her short span of attention, the green haired girl groaned quietly, not loud enough to actually cut through the lecture, but just loud enough for those who were close enough to hear, close enough for Hilda to actually see them jolt just the tiniest bit when they heard her. Not that the green haired girl responded to their reaction though. It was her fourth and last year attending the school, and while the idea of inciting fear had been dull back then, it was now almost a bore, something that was out of season, something that she was honestly more annoyed at more than anything. Although, some people within her little family would definitely disagree with her there ... some were just more ... turned on, by the fearful reactions, if she could politely put it in a word.
Ah. She did again, sadly this time she didn't bother scolding herself for her lack of attention. Fascinated with her train of thought, the green haired girl tuned the world out once more. The notebook she had in front of her was completely forgotten as she turned to stare out the window instead, and though she had a pencil to twirl and toy with in her hand, not once did it touch the papers again before the bell rang. She had a one track mind, and while some would look down on her for it, none could deny the results that she could bring back with the tunnel vision like mindset she possessed when she truly needed something done. Like every gift, there was a debate on whether it was a truly a blessing, or undeniably a curse.
And so, the class continued on without further responses from Hilda. The only thing that managed to startle the girl from her trance was when the bell rang. The loud, horn like bell tore through her thoughts easily, shredding every root and every possibility that she had come up with within the last few minutes. Unfortunately, she could already sense the loss of something great, that whatever she had come up with before had slipped through the cracks between her fingers, never to be retrieved or rediscovered again ... especially since she would forget and ignore the very next day. A shame.
Looking down at the half completed notes in her notebook, the green haired girl shrugged, closing the book and tucking it into her messenger bag, she slid out from her seat, letting a hand run through her long locks before heading towards the back door of the classroom. Which only encouraged the majority of the students to head for the other door instead. How rude.
Stepping out of the classroom, Hilda hummed to herself as she continued her way down the slightly crowded halls. Many headed straight for the front doors, eager to get the day done with already, and very few remained behind. Perhaps they had some club that had a meeting today, but the less people there were, the better it was for the green haired girl. Crowds aggravated her to no end, especially the one's that didn't move, and when there wasn't some good music, drinks and fine looking dancers. On that train of thought, Hilda deflated just a bit, her shoulders sagging as she glared at the rays of sunlight that penetrated the windows. After all, most of her more fun activities ever only took place at night, rarely ever in broad daylight. That time was usually reserved for the rest of her family.
Speaking of, she knew that she ought to really make her way there soon ... but then she frowned, as thoughts came barrelling into mind. Was there a purpose in the meeting that was called for today? The last thing Hilda remembered from their last meeting was when they had finished cleaning up the aftermath of a small scuffle on their own turf, putting some of the more obnoxious and ambitious 'rival groups' to a rest for the summer - I mean, they didn't look like the kind to just roll over and die off like that, no. Nothing in life ended that easily, the conclusion would have to end off in a bang. Much like the activation of turbo and nitro tanks that the many racers used on her scene.
Bzzt! Bzzt!
Feeling a familiar buzz against the side of her thigh, the green haired girl easily fished her phone from the pocket of her pants and tapped the screen awake, reading the notification on the screen before she decided to actually read the entire text. Just seeing who it was from elicited a smile on her face, there wasn't much that she looked forward to in her mostly boring life, but receiving these messages were definitely one of the highlights of most her days. On a second thought, receiving a message in general was pretty nice ... mostly assuring that the others were around and well. Alive, that is.
As Hilda made her way down the stairs, her hums quieted, now only allowing the sound of her steps to echo in the stairwell. Every now and then, the green haired girl huffed, all while smiling at the screen. She received these messages on a monthly basis, and she never bored of reading them. They were funny to read, and to this day, she - among many others - still struggled to properly separate the mysterious TK apart from the equally mysterious, though slightly more witty from the hints others had revealed, Jack. The two of them were trustworthy informants, people that Hilda had no shame in calling friends on the streets. Besides, when she had been introduced to the two briefly a few years back, the two had definitely taken a liking to her, which had brought upon some perks when she stepped onto the proper racing stage.
Rereading the message once more, memorizing some of the more important details, Hilda tucked her phone away. It was definitely an invitation, and like it had reminded her at the end, the previous one had to be revoked thanks to someone's
ingenious plan to set off fireworks, at the south sectors busy downtown like setting, in the middle of the day, which had alerted the officials and thus had the entire area - not to mention the other more popular areas - under a careful eye for the entire summer. Whoever found that dumbass was definitely going to be presented with an award. Tonight perhaps, if they managed to get hold of him.
Nearing the parking lot, Hilda noticed that one of the two motorcycles that were there in the morning were gone. Which meant that Creepy-Crawly, or Faith many knew her as, had already left. Rude. Not even a word of warning, or spray painted message on the floor or something. What if she decided to leave an invisible message, where she had to have the ground be subjected to UV light in order to read it? Nah. Nobody had that time, and besides, last she checked the convenience stores didn't have any more - and what a tragedy that was. Opening up the back compartment of the seat, Hilda dumped her messenger bag in unceremoniously before shutting it firmly. Reaching up, the green haired pulled off the sunglasses that rested there and tucked one of the sides into her shirt while her other hand fetched the helmet that hung on one of the handles.
Life and death were NOT fun games when it could be avoided altogether. As badass as she was, she was not chancing a pitiful and pathetic death when she could have gone out guns blazing, or with a big boom. Yeah, explosions. Badass. With her head tucked firmly under the safety of the helmet, Hilda swung her leg over the body of the bike, settling herself on the seat and checking for any abnormalities before turning the igniting the engine and pulling the handles back roughly - triggering a roar from its engines. Her fingers reached forward and she pulled the brakes once, twice ... three times before she nodded to herself and was ready to roll. It wasn't a long process, and while she doubted that the pansies in the school would dare touch her shit, one could never be sure when a particularly vindictive victim from way back when would decide to strike every now and then.
Lowering herself to lean over the tank cover, Hilda kept one leg outstretched and on the ground while spinning the motorcycle right around, tucking her leg back in as she straightened herself and headed away from the parking lot. While the tonight held unspoken promises, she still had the rest of the day to tend to, which would undoubtedly be just as exciting. [/fieldbox]