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Name: Lunetrisse Lockhart
Gender: Female
Interests: ♥Yzak.♥ .///. Mobile suits. Mechanics.
Expertise: Reminiscing. Kicking Dearka's ass when he flirts with me. Defending Nicol. Close-range combat. Ranting.
Occupation: Pilot/Engineer
Industry: Clyne Faction ZAFT
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AIM:  RaWrZ t3h Tsuki
Member Since:
5/26/2005
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At least -mine- has a picture. xP
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"You're such an idiot! I don't know how anyone stands you, Lockhart." The ebony-haired, thirteen-year-old schoolgirl turned to glare at her silver-haired companion. "If you can't stand me so much, why don't you just leave then, Joule?!" She kicked at the ground harshly, sending up a spray of dirt that just barely missed Yzak. His blue eyes burned with anger as he clenched his fists. "Well, fine! I won't hang around you anymore!!" "Don't darken my doorway ever again!" "Fine then!" FINE!" "FINE!!"
Yzak turned to stomp down the hill, and with one last growl of frustration, Trisse ran forward and pushed him. The fourteen-year-old Coordinator didn't see it coming, and the younger expected him to dodge or take the hit. However, Yzak was caught off-guard and tumbled down the hill. Trisse gasped in realization of what she had done, and after standing in shock for a minute, called after him, "YZAK!!"
A groan of pain was her response, and she ran down after him, nearly tripping. He was covered in dirt and scratches, clenching his teeth as he clutched his right arm. A thin stream of blood oozed from between his fingers. The cut wasn't serious enough for stitches, but even the Joule himself had to admit that it definitely stung. Trisse stared at him a moment, lips parting to say something, but he trudged off bitterly. "Yeah yeah, I know, I deserved it."
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Trisse timidly entered Yzak's room to find most of the scratches on his body bandaged, save for the wound on his arm and one on his left cheek, which he was just applying ointment to. To her embarrassment, he was shirtless after cleaning the small cuts on his torso. "Don't you knock?" he asked in irritation. He opened his mouth to rattle off more scathing remarks, but stopped when his gaze met hers. Her eyes were round and moist, and a sniffle erupted from her red nose. "...have you been crying...?" She shook her head stubbornly. "N-no." "..." Yzak sighed. "I'm sorry for being so mean, and I know you didn't mean the things you said." Trisse stared. "O-okay." "You... can go now, Trisse." She shook her head, gingerly seizing his arm. "No." Reaching into her pocket and unraveling a roll of bandages, she began to carefully wrap his injured arm, face bright red.
Yzak was blushing as well. "You don't have to--" "Shut up," Trisse responded softly, tugging on the bandage playfully before glancing up at him and smiling.
"I want to."
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| {{Anyone else notice that I don't like doing battle scenes/posts anymore~? :D; Also drabbles woo~}}
Lunetrisse Lockhart sniffled as she stared at the paper in her hands. It was a note politely declining the one she had sent earlier, proclaming her love for her male classmate. The twelve-year-old couldn't stand the thought of being rejected; she rubbed at her moist eyes with an already damp-sleeved arm, more tears threatening to spill from the glossy amber orbs. "Men are pigs. I'm never gonna get married." "Stop your bawling," a thirteen-year-old Yzak Joule huffed, flicking the side of her head. "It's just one guy, don't let him get to you. He's just intimidated because you kicked his ass on the simulators last week." He snorted. "Ya damn tomboy." Trisse smiled through her tears, leaning forward to kiss the silver-haired boy's cheek. "Thanks, Joule."
She didn't notice the blush that had swiftly spread across his cheeks. "Shut up."
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|  "KUSOOOO~!!"
Trisse nearly hurled her game console at the wall, growling in frustration. She held it out to her rolling robotic pet. "Silver-chan, I can never beat this guy! Do it for me!" The silver Haro chirped merrily in response, bouncing forward as its long arms protruded from beneath its flaps. "Haro, Haro! Catch Pokemon for Trisse~!"
Trisse lounged idly in her bed, arms crossed behind her back as various video game noises bleeped from the toy's speakers. She closed her eyes. Heian Westenfluss, the Minerva's second female elite and Trisse's roommate, rolled her eyes as she flipped through a fashion magazine.
"You're so weird."
{{Updaaaateeee. :DDD}}
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