One is the Loneliest Number (OPEN)

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Mon Jun 11, 2012 6:57 am

Vladimir was getting pretty low in spirits, he had not seen Victoria in a while, and he had definately not seen his other friend Yeva, there was nothing for him to do now that school was over and to be honest he was longing to go back once more, at least then he would be able to see some people and interact, which living on his own was not something he had been doing a lot of recently.

With a small sigh, Vlad placed his head in his hands and rubbed at his eyes, he wanted to be able to end his loneliness, as he did not have even the vaguest of memories here to help him in his hour of need, it was hard to try and make yourself carry on when you didn't think anybody would miss you if you didn't/

Looking up at the clear sky, Vlad smiled gently, the search for the origins of his tattoo was the only thing keeping him going now.

by **Dmitra Diamante** Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:52 pm

Dmitra massaged her forehead with the tips of her fingers, it had been a very taxing week indeed. First school ended, and then that utterly horrifying attack on the ship.........Dmitra closed her eyes at the memory. She felt good at being able to contribute to the fight, even though she was not German and had no interest whatsoever in the whole Brit-German rivalry. No, she had fought for the sake of her teachers and classmates. They had been able to escape safely in the end, but so many were wounded, so many scarred. All for a war that meant nothing.

Dmitra walked slowly in the arena, looking around her. She was here to practice for the upcoming tournament, a tournament in which she was hell-bent to win. Her ambition demanded that she should be the best, and for that she needed practice. A quiet, lonely place like this was perfect......Dmitra's eyes fell on a guy already there, staring up at the sky. She huffed slightly. Male company. Just brilliant.

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Tue Jun 12, 2012 5:11 am

Vladimir turned when he heard someone huffing and he wondered if someone had already booked the arena out, after all he was not supposed to be there if someone had, although he was sure that he had checked and the place was free for others to use now.

His eyes fell upon one of the girls that he had seen around Durmstrang, she looked like she was slightly annoyed by him for even being there and he frowned lightly at her, wondering what he had done to deserve such an uppity huff right off the bat.

"Am I sitting in the only place in the arena you want to use or something?" he asked, gesturing around to the rest of the empty arena.

by **Dmitra Diamante** Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:30 pm

"No." Dmitra turned around, ignoring the boy as he addressed her. "But I prefer ro be alone during my training sessions, thats all. Never know when someone might steal your moves."

She bent down and laid her satchel upon the ground, rummaging through it. "Are you busy? If not, then can I have the pleasure of solitarity?"

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:52 pm

Vladimir blinked a little bit and sighed, he was not about to get up and move for the girl, he was here first so she could make do with him being here while she trained, not like he would be particularily impressed by her skills...she was a student like him after all.

"Of course...because your moves will be just so amazing that they need to be kept under lock and key lest someone steal them away from you." he said, sarcastically.

With a smirk on his lips Vladimir nodded his head; "Unfortunately I am busy, so you will have to make do with me being here."

by **Dmitra Diamante** Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:55 am

Dmitra turned around and fixed her eyes on the boy, gaze sharp. This was exactly why she hated males, they were too arrogant, proud and egoistic and thought that the entire world revolved around them. Well, not Dmitra's world.

"If you talk about comparative skills, " Dmitra gestured with her hand towards the boy, and then herself, "Then yes, my skills are that awesome."

"And even if you're busy, which you definitely don't look like from the way you're loitering around," Dmitra turned back to her satchel, "Then take your business somewhere else. Its a request."

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Thu Jun 14, 2012 1:38 am

Vladimir merely smirked lightly and held up his hands, shaking his head he could not help but give a dry chuckle at the girl, Dmitra if he remembered correctly, she seemed to hate him already and he'd only spoken a few words.

"Im sure they are, after all I'm a lover not a fighter." he smirked "I presume that you're trying to train for the tournament, you're one of the champions aren't you?"

Shaking his head Vladimir grinned widely and he stayed sitting where he was he was not going to move, not unless he was asked to nicely, although he would not tell her thats what he wanted.

"Well I am disinclined to aqcuiest to your request. I'll stay here and continue my business, of looking at the air."

by **Dmitra Diamante** Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:46 pm

Dmitra rolled her eyes, I'm a lover, not a fighter, what a typically cliche excuse to give. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am one of the champions in the tournament. Now since you obviously want your school to win in the tournament, would you please give one of the champions the privilege of practicing by herself?”

When the boy commented on not moving from the spot no matter what, Dmitra let out an aggravated sigh, “Look Mr. Looking-At-The-Air, I really need to practice for the tournament and I’m getting tired of this. So would you please stop getting on my nerves and move?”

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Fri Jun 15, 2012 12:02 am

Vladimir blinked a little bit, he sighed and wondered if the girl was always this hostile, he normally wasn't ever this rude but somehow the insults just kept flying out of his mouth in regards to this girl, it was just something he couldn't stop.

"Well as it happen's I'm one of the champions reserves, so I shall help you train by watching and give you constructive criticism." he smirked lightly, crossing his legs as he continued to sit.

When she said please Vladimir smiled and he nodded his head;

"Now you've said the magic word, yeah sure I'll move." getting up he moved a few inches along the ampitheatre before sitting back down again with a cocky little waggle of his head "And my name is Vladimir, not Mr...whatever you said."

by **Dmitra Diamante** Sat Jun 16, 2012 4:16 am

Dmitra gritted her teeth in irritation. No matter how much she disliked the male race in general, she kept away from most guys her age and tolerated them at times when avoidance wasn't possible. She was even getting along well with one of her housemates, Noah, which was a rare occurrence. This guy however, could press her buttons like no one else. "Fine. Do what you like. Oh, and you can keep your name to yourself. I think I'll stick to calling you Mr. Looking-At-The.......oh no, on second thoughts, I'll just call you Mr. Annoying."

Dmitra hesitated for a minute. She had been planning to practice with the new weapon which she had imported illegally from an armory in Britain. But she wished to keep it secret until the tournament. Well, change of plans. Hesitating for a second more, Dmitra decided to throw her caution to the winds and took out her new, dangerous, poison-veined blade: Cruor Vesica.

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Mon Jun 18, 2012 5:11 am

Vlad chuckled lightly to himself. This girl seemed to have it in for him just because he had a Y cromosone. Her hang up, not his problem, as far as he saw it. He grinned and mimed tipping an imaginary hat,

"Thank you! I believe I shall continue to do what I want!" he announced before giving a fake pout, "Awww and here I was hoping you'd want my number too. Besides, I don't remember there being a 'Mr Annoying' in the Mister Men books..."

Vlad was watching the clouds but he glanced over at the girl long enough to see her take out a weapon. And it looked pretty damn dangerous. He whistled slightly,

"Wow... now that looks dangerous. And expensive." he smirked as he went back to cloud watching, "Remember the rule you learnt from scissors... don't run with it pointing up!"

by **Dmitra Diamante** Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:33 am

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Dmitra chanted the mantra to herself in her mind, praying to all the deities out there that she wouldn't blow up. She couldn't remember getting this riled up in ages. She considered herself to be quite a pleasant person by rule, but this boy seemed to bring out the worse in her.

Then when the boy mocked her by telling her to hold the weapon carefully, Dmitra's jaw tightened and she smiled, with just that edge of 'you-don't-know-whats-coming' to it. She took the blade by the hilt, and flipped it up into the air. The blade came down, and Dmitra caught it with her left hand just as gracefully, perfectly balanced. She hadnt attended all those fencing classes for nothing. She turned towards the boy, and moved with a lightning speed, the point of the blade ending up inches away from his throat, "You were saying something?"

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Wed Jun 20, 2012 4:40 am

Vladimir watched with disinterest as the girl, Dmitra began to use the blade, sure she could flip it around and try to make herself look cool because it looked as if she was trying to impress him, maybe he should try and act just how he felt, suitibly unimpressed.

As soon as the blade ended up near his throat Vladimir was shocked and his eyes widened a little bit, however he did not react externally in any other way, but the thought that kept running through his head was; 'Holy crap, holy crap, sword!'.

Sighing a little he looked deadpan at her;

"If you're going to kill me do it. Don't mess around, a person who has experience like you do obviously, should know that."

by **Dmitra Diamante** Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:48 pm

Dmitra gave a half-smirk, half-smile. She swirled around, smoothly transferring her blade back to her right hand mid-turn, turning her back towards Vladimir. She wasn't quite that annoyed with him as to resort to killing him. "Sorry, but I'm afraid I don't want to disgrace my blade."

Dmitra resumed her practice with her sword. Inspite of her obviously insulting words, Dmitra was just a teeny-weeny surprised that Vladimir hadn't reacted in the slightest when she threatened him with the sword like that. Maybe it was just an act, but anyone would react physically when Dmitra pulled a trick like that. But Vladimir didn't...so.............maybe he wasn't that big of an idiot as Dmitra had previously thought.

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Sun Jun 24, 2012 7:55 am

Vladimir couldn't help but smirk when she put her blade away, he was very glad it was now not anywhere near his neck but was rather safe and sound away from any part of his body, he never knew when she could change her mind.

Women change their mind a lot after all.

"Oh alright then if you want to wound my poor little heart you cruel cruel woman." he joked, placing his hand over his heart.

Humming a little bit, Vlad actually decided to stop winding Dmitra up, after all, it wasn't getting them anywhere apart from more angry at each other.

"Are you nervous?" he asked "About the tournament?"

by **Dmitra Diamante** Mon Jun 25, 2012 9:48 pm

Dmitra blinked, she was thrown slightly off-guard by Vladimir's sudden change in tone from joking to serious. Never confess your weakness to a man...you never know when he might take advantage of it.....its sheer stupidity to confess fear.... These and many other mantras span throughout Dmitra's mind for a second. Then she cursed herself for being so paranoid, and squashed all her thoughts.

"Umm.....a bit, I guess. If I win, Durmstrang will draw level with Hogwarts. Besides, " Dmitra turned her head and shot Vladimir a smirk, "Losing is not really my thing."

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Wed Jun 27, 2012 8:01 am

Vladimir was surprised when Dmitra answered him truthfully, he did not think that she would do, simply because he was winding her up not two minutes ago, but he was glad of that, he knew he was nervous and he was only a reserve after all.

"I guess that makes you a very wise person, after all if you weren't nervous you'd be lying probably, or very very over confident." he said with a small chuckle "I know Im nervous and I'm only a reserve for the tournament."

Tilting his head to one side he asked; "What do you think the task will be?"

by **Dmitra Diamante** Wed Jun 27, 2012 3:50 pm

Dmitra tapped on her chin in thought. "Hmmmm, don't know. Hopefully something where my sword can come in handy. Hopefully not anything connected to insects though, coz I can't touch them with a ten-foot long pole." Dmitra said with a laugh.

Then she blinked and reprimanded herself internally. What the hell? Here she was fighting with Vladimir not a minute ago, and now she was joking with him? That's it, she was definitely a psycho. Not to mention an idiot. Changing the topic swiftly, Dmitra asked, "You're a reserve in the Tournament?"

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Sat Jun 30, 2012 3:02 am

Vladimir couldn't help but chuckle a little bit when Dmitra told him about the fear of bugs that she had, it was strange that she had opened up to tell him that without him prompting her, but he wasn't about to complain, maybe he would be able to make a friend out of her, as opposed to an enemy.

"Not a big bug fan huh? I'm the same, it's all the legs, they're not needed, spiders are always the worst." he said with a slight smile on his lips, before letting it dissappear.

Nodding his head Vlad sighed slightly; "Indeed I am, didn't you know?"

by **Dmitra Diamante** Sat Jun 30, 2012 5:12 pm

Dmitra blinked in surprise again, it was strange how often she seemed to do that around Vladimir. Very few guys would admit to being uneasy around bugs in front of a girl, all of them just wanted to appear 'macho' and hero-like in front of girls, unafraid of anything. It was one of the several things about men that Dmitra hated. But here was Vladimir doing exactly the opposite. Dmitra smiled inspite of herself, "Don't even get me started on spiders. Worst. Nightmare. Ever. Especially tarantulas." Dmitra shuddered a bit.

"No, as a matter of fact I didn't know you were in the Tournament. You see, I don't make it my business trying to investigate all the varied activities that you take part in." Unlike Dmitra's earlier comments, this particular one sounded less mocking and more teasing. Like how one friend would talk to another.

One is the Loneliest Number (OPEN) 8629308

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Tue Jul 03, 2012 12:32 am

Vladimir couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, it was nice to know that she too hated spiders, it would have made him look like a complete idiot if he was afraid of them and it turned out that she loved them or something like that.

"At least we have something in common now, I just hope that there's no spiders lurking in my dorm room when I come back now that you know they are my weakness." he smirked lightly.

Laughing a little bit he shook his head; "It would be a short list I have to say. I don't really do that much in school time to be honest, mostly it's out of school. Everything I do is cool though, you know."

by **Dmitra Diamante** Tue Jul 03, 2012 3:34 am

"Oh yes Mr. Vladimir, you've committed a fatal mistake by confessing your weakness to me. Now sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life." Dmitra commented in a mock serious tone. "And yes I'm shocked too, but it does appear that we have one thing in common. So maybe I'll have to sleep with one eye open too."

"And as for the 'cool' things that you do, that sounds rather like you're boasting. So are you so desperate as to try and impress the girl you've been annoying for the past half an hour?" Dmitra arched an eyebrow. Honestly, joking aside, she just couldn't control the insults from pouring out when she was with Vladimir. But the insults had, quite strangely, lost their sting.

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Wed Jul 04, 2012 2:29 am

Vladimir couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his lips when he found out that yes he did actually have to worry about what was going to be happening in his bedroom late at night, it didn't help that they were in the same house either.

"Ah don't worry about me sneaking into your dorm to put a spider in your bed or something, there's much more interesting stuff to do in a girls dorm." he winked, unable to stop a small laugh leaving his lips "Oh I crack me up."

Pouting a little bit Vladimir crossed his arms over his chest and kicked his foot on the floor;

"Are you always this mean to everyone you meet?" he asked with a raised eyebrow before adding "I don't want to impress you to be honest I've got enough problems without you as a girlfriend adding to them." he grinned cheekily.

by **Dmitra Diamante** Wed Jul 04, 2012 3:24 am

Dmitra wrinkled her nose, "Ew Wazowski, you disgust me. I mean, what are you, fourteen? Or maybe max fifteen? Trust me, I have no interest at all in knowing what you might just be up to in the girls's dorm."

"And no, as hard as it may be to believe, I'm actually not this mean to everyone I meet. Its a courtesy which I, at present, am reserving especially for you." Then Dmitra added in a slightly irritated tone, "And what do you mean by 'have enough problems without you as a girlfriend adding to it'? Are you trying to suggest that I'm not girlfriend material, or good enough for you?" Dmitra winced as soon as the words escaped her mouth. Oh God, now it actually sounded as if she had wanted him to try and impress her. Dmitra thwacked herself on the head mentally.

by **Vladimir Wazowski** Wed Jul 11, 2012 12:23 am

Vladimir couldn't stop himself from laughing when he saw Dmitra's readtion to what he had said, it was perhaps a little bit too much but he couldn't stop himself from saying it, so sue him, he was a teenage boy.

"I'm fourteen actually." he said with a false sense of proudness in his voice "Although I wish I was older. All the best things happen to you when you're older."

When she asked if he thought that she wasn't good girlfriend material, Vladimir raised his eyebrows and let a smirk creep onto his lips, it sounded like she was actually bothered about the fact he didn't want her as a girlfriend.

"No, I just mean a girlfriend is normally one girl that you can talk to without getting verbally stabbed, so, you'd make a pretty crap girlfriend for me." he smirked "Bothered?"