[PAST] Back to the Beginning [Kyd]

[Elliot Knight]

Elliot blinked at her curiously as she seemed to think about what she was going to call him. His eyes removed themselves from her before they went back to his bag of chips and his sandwich. He grinned a little (very little), unable to help himself before digging back in to his food. He had to admit, like all teenage boys, Elliot was constantly hungry and therefore, lunch time was fricken great. Of course, his facial features remained emotionless, but in the end, he decided that, well, lunch would always be his favorite class.

Then, Angel decided on what she was going to call him. Elliot blinked rapidly a moment before he shrugged his shoulders once again.

Elli? Whatever she wants, I guess, he thought to himself before he finished off the rest of his sandwich. He then opened his water bottle and drained half of it before he picked up his bag of chips and fished around for a few small pieces.

This may have seemed strange to people. Elliot liked to eat the smaller chips before he ate at the bigger ones, at least that was how it was with small bags of chips. With big bags he didn't really care, but with smaller ones, they'd be gone faster and therefore, he had to savor the flavors that he had left.

Angel once again responded to Elliot's motions and said that it was indeed because of her wings "and all" that people had nicknamed her Angel. He had assumed it was because of the golden hair that she had, which he really did actually like. It was beautiful...

Elliot pushed those thoughts from her mind and nodded as she said that she certainly didn't have the halo for it. He shrugged his shoulders slightly once more before continuing to rifle through his bag of potato chips, searching for small ones before the chips gradually began to get larger and larger before they were all gone, making Elliot frown slightly before he crumpled up the bag and put it on his tray before he drained the rest of his water bottle.

He was really regretting getting that stupid apple now...

[Angel]

He seemed to be accepting of her new nickname for him, which was sweet. After all, he had said that she could call him whatever she wanted, so that wouldn’t be cool if he backed out on it now, oh no! Besides, Angel had never really had the opportunity to give someone a nickname before, at least one that wasn’t something she was purposefully insulting another with, so she was gonna milk it for all it was worth, until he made her stop.

Absentmindedly twirling a lock of her hair on a finger, breaking off another piece of cookie and eating, Angelique glanced at Elli, who was picking through his chips with an intensity that made her raise an eyebrow, before she swallowed and posed her own question. “So what’s up with ‘Kyd Wykkyd’ and the fancy spelling?” she asked, curious. Obviously, the whole Wicked part was an easy fit for someone who was here at HIVE, but that still didn’t explain his thinking behind it, or the ‘Kyd’ part of it. After all, he’d have to change it eventually…

Urgh, she didn’t think she’d like that. But then again, she’d been ‘Angel’ for literally forever, so what would she know about that?

Eating the last piece of her cookie, Angel was a bit disappointed to see that it was all gone. Dang it, no more food left. Still, she had a bit longer to hang around and chat before she had to go to her next class, so she could keep talking to Elli. He wasn’t too bad, she had to admit, better than most of the other people in her classes, who ranged from musclebound hulks like the ones they had fought earlier, to annoying little brats. Urgh, there was such a variety of ‘freaks’ at HIVE, and too many of them got on her nerves.

Cannon fodder, the lot of them.

[Elliot Knight]

Upon hearing the cheerful voice of the young girl in front of him, Elliot looked up from his chips and blinked a few times. She had asked him why he had named himself Kyd Wykkyd...or rather, why he had chosen the spelling. There was a thoughtful look on Elliot's face for a moment before he ran a hand through his (then shaggy) black hair. He then picked up the Star Wars pencil and began to write his response seeing as he couldn't exactly nod or shake his head to answer.

Kyd Wykkyd is something my mother and father helped me to come up with. Mother is fond of spelling things with different letters. If it wasn't for my father, I would be named Ellyot instead of Elliot. Not that I would mind, of course.

Kyd Wykkyd is also because I'm still a kid. Sure, I won't always be one, but for now I am and people will call me that until I grow in to being an actual villain. While I'm Kyd Wykkyd, I'll be a sort of villain-in-training. Once I think I'm good enough for the big time, I'll change it. For now, I'm just...Kyd.

Elliot looked at his words a moment before he nodded his head and then pushed his answer towards her, hoping it would quench her thirst for knowledge about his name and she would ask something else. If not, he'd have to shrug his shoulders at her or continue to try and explain the way that his mind worked (which was not something he really wanted to do).

Then, deciding that he would wait for her response, Elliot went back to picking at his chips...or he hoped to until he realized that his chips were all gone. Now he was just depressed about it but he shrugged his shoulders and put his water bottle off of his tray before he threw away his trash and put the metal tray back on the conveyor belt. He then returned to the table where Angel was and sat down before he opened his bottle and took a drink. He wondered what was going on in her mind now.

[Angel]

…He looked like he was writing a whole freaking essay on that thing. Hoping that he would stop his writing, soon, as really, she hadn’t expected that much of an answer, maybe something simple about how he was a kid, wicked was perfect for a villain (though maybe he liked the musical!), and the spelling made it look totally radical. Something like that. Not that massive report that it looked like he was working on!

She hadn’t put that much thought into her name, mainly because there was already a name sitting there, prepped and ready for use, and she liked it, anyway, so win-win situation!

Just about at that point, Elli finished his ridiculously long answer and passed it to her, before getting up. Angel only spared him a passing glance as he did so, instead already delving into the words written before her, biting her lip slightly as she did so, just to concentrate. Huh. This was very informative. Not just on the obvious matter of his name, but it also revealed that he had living parents that supported him (a rarity), and that he was a deep thinker about things.

A very, very deep thinker.

Settling back as Kyd returned, the girl flipped the notebook around so it was facing him, sliding it back over. “That’s deep, ‘man’,” she commented with a grin, stacking her garbage neatly on her tray with one hand, the other forming a cradle for her chin, while her elbow rested absentmindedly upon the table. “Pretty sure you thought more about your name than any other person here combined.”

No joke.

But when her tray was full, and her area was clean, Angel glanced at the clock on the wall, and made a face at it as she caught the time, before returning her attention to Kyd. “Ugh, got training in a few,” she told him, clearly not wanting to go, but having to anyway.

Standing up, and picking up her tray to accompany her, she grinned at the other villain. “Catch ya later, then?” The chances that he had training at the same time were slim, so no walking together and chatting (not that that would be easy, considering his usage of her notebook). But he was a big step up from the idiots of this place, so she wasn’t planning on taking ‘no’ for an answer.

She needed someone to talk to that could tell their head from their rear end.

[Elliot Knight]

Elliot sat at the table and gazed at her, his facial features emotionless as he sat there. It was how Elliot always was, to be honest. He knew that it wasn't normal for people to not show emotions, but he couldn't help it. It had taken him a long time to be an emotionless (or close to emotionless) fellow and he knew it would pay off in the long run. He knew that in the end he would outwit and outsmart his enemies when they became furious at the way that he showed no emotion. No fear. No anger. No sadness. No loathing. No sorrow. No pain. No suffering. No happiness. Nothing. As far as Elliot was concerned, emotions were null and void.

Angel flipped the notebook back towards Elliot before she said that it was deep, adding an unnecessary 'man' on the end which he was confused by, but didn't show it. He watched as she grinned and stacked her trash onto her tray. Within a few moments she stopped and gazed at him instead before she said that he had thought about his name more than anyone at the school combined.

Elliot nodded his head in response. He hadn't wanted to say anything like that, but since someone else had, he went ahead and agreed with them.

Finally, Angel's tray was filled with trash and Elliot's bright red eyes watched as she turned to the clock on the wall. She then looked back at him before groaning somewhat before she told him that she had training in a few minutes. He nodded his head. He had Combat Analysis next. Red eyes still watching, Angel stood up and picked her tray up as well before she asked if she would catch Elliot later.

The raven haired boy paused a brief moment, thinking, before he finally looked up at her. He needed friends and let's be honest, he didn't want to have too many. He supposed Angel would do. Perhaps she could find some way to get him out of his shell... albeit gently.

Once again, Elliot nodded his head on response as he stood up and walked towards the exit of the lunch room. He needed to head back to his room and gather his supplies that he would need for his next class.

[Angel]

Angel waited, sort of patient, for his answer. She didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but then again, amongst villains like themselves, where you really couldn’t trust anybody, that was practically a declaration of ally-ship. Not friendship, nope, but the old ‘I watch your back, you watch mine’ adage, so she smirked at his nod. “Great! Bye!” she chirped, slasher smile still in place, before walking off.

A quick dump of her trash in the can, and then a stop to discard her tray, then she was off, headed down the hallway to her training. However, it struck her, for a moment, that she had left both her notebook and her awesome pencil with Kyd, and the girl had the desire to go back, to either retrieve them from him, or to snatch them up from the table where they would’ve been left, before she admitted it would be folly to do so. After all, she really did have to get to training, and she’d be one squashed birdie if she were late.

Yeah, Angel Pancakes weren’t as tasty as they sounded.

So, with a tinge of regret, Angelique stepped down the hall to the training room. Even if she might have lost one of her favorite pencils forever (such a loss! Such a horrible, horrible loss!), she had made an ally, possibly a friend, so it had been a pretty good lunch, altogether. Plus, she hadn’t gotten creamed, which was absolutely great! She hated it when that happened!

Had she been able to whistle, she would’ve, but as it was, Angel was just inordinately cheerful as she made her way down the hall. Of course, as soon as she began to accumulate her bruises in the training room, that would vanish instantly, but for now… It wasn’t too bad. School was looking up!

[ooc: The end?]

[Elliot Knight]

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