The Animation of Life

Chapter 2: Beneath The Sea of Dreams

Chapter 2: Beneath The Sea of Dreams

Part 1: A somber day

Plutia

Plutia, the strong and beautiful twin sister of Mark Anthony. A tall girl graced with mahogany shaded hair, a regal face, seductive curves, and a glorified chest. She is someone you can truly call a beauty, someone who are among the lines of “A face that launched a thousand crusades.” She often wore her favorite black tank top and long denim pants. A figure that often brings about the image of slenderness and innocence. She, as one would say, an honest attempt to overthrow the beauty of a goddess.

Yet she was always alone. For she is none other than the lone beauty of the Jaguar building. The elite among the elite, she is the role model for others, the president of the Jaguar council. And now we follow her as she go through her attempts to find the man that had recently caught her interests…

I silently trudged the corridors of the Alpha building, my mind locked upon my goal. My brother had been most insensitive these past few days but to treat a guest like that? It’s unbecoming of our own bloodline. Me as a Salazar must uphold our image instead of that no good brother. I stopped; in front of me was my destination. I silently approached the door and opened it, wearing my ever so manipulative and innocent mask.

"John? Is John Sedran here?" I asked puffing my cheeks. I've been irritated all morning because of my brother. After inviting John in his room he didn't even try to entertain him, much less, he just kicked him out and continued his daily ritual of being a rude brother.

"Why hello miss perfect!" A voice from behind me beamed. Sigh. It’s her again. Anything but her.

"What are you doing up and about in front of our classroom?" Amecia continued. Amecia or Amy for short, She was a slender girl with blonde hair and a box full of attitude.

“What do you want Ms. Nishigawa?” I started, my voice changing its tone. “Didn't I already tell you to stop calling me Ms.Perfect? Besides I don’t really care much for my ima-”

"Oh Nag Nag Nag! Miss Perfect please stoooop the presidential campaign!" She interrupted me dramatically her hands poised as if I struck her face.

"I already told you my reason right?" she continued. Puffing her cheeks and putting her left hand under her chin. Sigh this is why I hate people like her. “Ahem, miss perfect!" she again interrupted my train of thoughts. She slowly brushed her checkered one piece dress as she prepared for her speech.

"I'm somewhat aware of your Presidential status!" she started her right hand rose, poised in a glorified manner. "But then again! You are what people expect you to be. So I again ask that you may stand on equal ground as we try to settle our differences. Alas though! You are not mea-” she then trailed off.

"What is with the hubbub?" A guy behind me said. Surprised, my reflex kicked in and I grabbed whoever was standing behind me by the collar of their shirt and tried to throw them to the ground. A classic move to defend yourself from a sudden attack from behind. Although I yelped as I realized it was John. "Ow" he said.

"What have you twins got against me? Huh, Plutia? Do I simply insult your pride with my presence?" He asked his face showing no emotion at all. Shocked as I am I managed to control myself and helped him up.

"Sorry John, I'm not going to answer your question though. That’s just baseless accusation anyway." I replied half-heartedly. He sighed grabbing my hand up. This guy, although he’s huge, is one of the most kind and gentle person I know. He wore his usual stripped-long sleeves with a skin tight jean. Although what he’s wearing right now doesn’t compliment his short black wavy hair and dark mocha eyes.