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Post by CAIN HARGRAVE on Mar 4, 2012 22:57:56 GMT -5
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However, everything was so... endless. He lived in the same monotony every day, and hardly anything was different from day to day. He woke up, exchanged notes with the foster family, who were too lazy to even bother learning even a word in sign language, and then went to school to simply copy down everything he saw, and not gain any benefit from anything else. Part of it was his own fault, though. He absolutely hated having someone sit there signing at him while he was trying to write something down. Too distracting, and he liked to at least feel as though he could survive on his own without help. So, he turned down every offer of help, aside from that diligent oddball of a notetaker, who was willing to transcribe as much of the teacher's lecture as possible for him. They had practically pushed themselves on him, so who was he to stop them, if they wanted to do it so bloody bad?
Slowly, he began to slouch, beginning to feel himself drift away as his eyes began to close. It was just so still. There was no one up there, which wasn't much of a surprise. Classes were still in session, after all, right? Who in their right mind would come up to the rooftop during classes?[/style]
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WORD COUNT: 315
NOTES: Anyone want to bother this sleeping beauty? c;
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Post by JEEN STARR on Mar 9, 2012 9:30:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px][atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #eae200;background-color: #111111;][STYLE=font-size: 50px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -5px;]{ heat of the moment[/style][STYLE=background-image:url(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b326/demon_tiger_wolf/Kida/th_498.png);-webkit-border-radius: 100px;-moz-border-radius: 100px;border-radius: 100px;height: 100px; width: 100px;float: right;margin: -20px 35px 0px 20px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin: -80px 140px 0px 95px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 9px; color: #707070;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase;line-height: 8px;]One thing I said that I would never do A look from you and I would fall from grace And that would wipe the smile right from my face Do you remember when we used to dance? And incidents arose from circumstance One thing lead to another we were young And we would scream together songs unsung It was the heat of the moment Telling me what my heart meant The heat of the moment showed in your eyes And now you find yourself in '82 The disco hot spots hold no charm for you You can concern yourself with bigger things You catch a pearl and ride the dragon's wings 'Cause it's the heat of the moment[/style]
[STYLE=margin: 70px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]It was another bright morning in the city, but unfortunately for Jeen, he was stuck inside school where his parents forced him to go every day. He hadn't found any use in school and usually spent the time he should be in class skipping and pulling pranks. Today, he planned to spray paint a lightning bolt on the front of the school.
He kneeled outside the door leading to the roof as he checked his bag, making sure he was all ready to go. He pulled out a can of yellow spray paint and shook it. After he was satisfied that he was ready he slowly opened to door and peeked outside. Damn. There was some kid out there, it looked like he was falling asleep.
Jeen wondered if he could get by the kid without being caught. He quietly opened the door and slowly stepped onto the roof while keeping himself low to the ground. What was the kid doing here anyway? Skipping? It looks like Jeen wasn't the only one. He inched toward the other side of the roof keeping a close eye on the kid.
Then he could feel the can slipping from his hand. Staying crouched made it rather difficult for him to keep a good grip on it. And then, before he could react, it slipped and crashed onto the floor. In Jeen's perspective it was as if the world came crashing down he quickly shifted his eyes to the boy wondering if he heard it.
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music want to be close
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Post by MARA KIWAKO on Mar 9, 2012 11:43:30 GMT -5
Mara hated headaches with a passion. She didn't get them much, but when she did... Ugh. She hadn't expected to get a headache today, but apparently she'd gone to bed too late, woken too early, and dealt with too much noise too soon. Either way, sometime during her last class, she'd given up attempting to concentrate, and decided to skip out on the next class. She'd blame it on her headache making her confused and unable to figure out where she was going, if she got caught. But really, who'd be up on the roof? If there was anyone, they'd be in as much trouble as her for skipping. Maybe more. After all, she was a good student with extremely good grades, and she'd never skipped before. Besides, who the heck would really be up here?
...apparently two boys, she discovered, as she came out on the roof. She recognized the apparently sleeping one. Some obnoxious overly eager kid always transcribed notes from him. Reminded of that, Mara made a mental note to seek out that kid after school to get a copy herself. She didn't want to have missed anything important in notes, even though going to class would have been hell. This guy, whatever his name was (she couldn't remember the names of half the people in her classes, just the interesting ones). She did remember something about him being deaf, which made sense, given that barely a second after she'd stepped onto the roof, the other boy dropped... a can of spraypaint. She winced, instinctively raising her hands to her ears, even though it had already happened. Couldn't it be quiet up here? She didn't think she'd ever seen this guy before, but he looked vaguely her age. Whatever; he seemed like a chronic skipper. He was probably fretting about being caught at whatever he was doing with the spraypaint. She gave him a baleful look, making her way to the wall, not too far from either boy, and slung her backpack onto the ground. She sat next to it and slowly stretched out, shoving her head into the backpack for a second, making sure her long hair didn't shift off her to the ground, which was undoubtedly disgusting.
"Just try not to drop it again and I won't care," she told the guy she didn't know, rubbing her forehead. "And he's deaf," she added, with a slight nod of her head towards the other boy. Then, she buried her face in her backpack, arms curling around it, grateful for the darkness. She just wanted her brain to quit pounding. Her brain was not a drumline, this was not normal.
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Notes; whoo. Writing in English class...
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Post by JEEN STARR on Mar 9, 2012 17:27:01 GMT -5
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[STYLE=margin: 70px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]Jeen was surprised to see that the boy hadn't moved at all. Boy, he was sure a heavy sleeper he turned around to pick up the spray can that rolled behind him to see a girl around his own age, and obviously a student of the school behind him.
He winced, did they send her to come get him? He had never been caught skipping before, in fact, he wasn't even sure that his teachers even knew who he was. Damn. She opened her mouth to speak, he expected to be sternly reprimanded and then dragged away by his ear back to class.
"Just try not to drop it again and I won't care," a wave of relief passed through his body. He rose to his feet and nodded without saying a word. Then she nodded her head in the direction of the sleeping boy. "And he's deaf," she mentioned. She then walked away to another part of the roof.
His curiousity began to take over. Was he really deaf? Could he really not hear anything at all? He bent down and reached into his bag and after shuffling through a mass of prank supplies he found a black marker. He pulled off the cap with his teeth and then wrote a small message on his hand.
He then put the cap back on and dropped the marker into his bag then walked over to the boy. He bent down and slowly brought one of his fingers to the boy's forehead. He poked it softly once, then after a moment he poked it three more times and lifted up his other hand so the boy could see the message he wrote down.
"Hi" |
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Post by RYUU TACHIBANA on Mar 9, 2012 18:30:42 GMT -5
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notes Being Ryuu is suffering.[/style][style=width: 350; font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma; color: BEE7C9; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 120px]As was usual for him, Ryuu’s face was the picture of calm and unaffected but -also usual for him- on the inside he was fuming. It was bad enough being bus-boy for pretty much the entire STREGA organization, now it looked like he was quickly becoming one for the faculty at school. It had started harmlessly enough,: his Math teacher (whom he found to be the most tolerable of his teachers) to go and grab some papers. A little irritating, but not a big deal. Then the requests started coming more frequently and for increasingly ridiculous things, sometimes by staff Ryuu hadn’t ever even seen before!
The task of today, however, happened to be from a teacher he did know, but still pretty high on the levels of ridiculous things he had been asked. His junior year science teacher had forlornly come to him explaining that on of her students was missing again! He had made the mistake of asking her who it was - why quietly wondering why he was playing psychotherapist for an adult- and that somehow lead her to jump to the conclusion that he wouldn’t mind going to fetch him for her. He had protested at first saying such a job was really better suited for the Disciplinary Committee. But, she pressed back with an “Oh, but they’re in class and you’re here!” and every worse, an “You’re his Sempai! He’ll listen to you.”. -and while all he wished to do was punch this woman in the face and go to class, Ryuu found himself caving and turning to walk down the hall.
It was obvious where one Jeen Starr was. Ryuu wasn’t well aqquainted with the boy, but he was pretty well known around the school for being a delinquent. -and Ryuu knew from experience the “coolest” place for kids who wanted to defy the law was the roof. Despite having been the same way, Ryuu found the entire concept laughable. Being a dog wasn’t fun, but at it allowed him to slip under the radar of most of the school. If you’re stir things up, you’re bound to get noticed.
Reaching the tops of the steps, Ryuu slammed the door open and stepped onto platform. It took him a few seconds to spot the boy. ”Hey you.” he said, poking the younger boy in the back with his foot, “Mrs. Nakamura wants you back in class now. I don’t give a crap about the rest of these peple, but you better go now. I don’t have time to put up with some junior high bullshit about being bored. If you find it that boring then actually skip and spare me the trouble of getting you.”
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Post by CAIN HARGRAVE on Mar 9, 2012 18:52:47 GMT -5
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Great. The offender was a "friendly" sort. He lifted his hand and pushed it away before he pulled out his phone and quickly pushed a few buttons before he held it out with his response on it, still looking much less than impressed about his awakening. It read: "Hi. Do you always wake people up that way?"
It was then that he saw that there were other people there. A girl, who had her face shoved into her backpack, and an older male who was quickly approaching the boy in front of him. He glanced up at the elder male, and quickly thought to raise his hand to point him out... right as the fellow junior was prodded in the back with a foot. The senior looked none too impressed, either, so it was likely this boy was in some kind of trouble. Oh well, sucked to be him.
What was more interesting was the girl to his side, however. Wasn't she normally the studious type? He had always seen her in class, taking notes seriously, so this intrigued him a little. Why was she skipping? After typing a quick question on his phone, he reached out and tapped her on the shoulder, trying to get her attention. Then he held his phone out so she could see it. "Are you sick? The infirmary would be a better place, don't you think?"
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WORD COUNT: 324
NOTES: PARTY ON GEKKOU HIGH ROOFTOP!
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Post by MARA KIWAKO on Mar 9, 2012 19:25:31 GMT -5
Mara barely caught the nod before burying her face in her backpack. It was incredibly quiet after classes, and some of the pressure pounding away at her head had already eased. Maybe she'd get lucky and it'd go away before her next class, so she could get back to it... That was at least half the reason she hadn't gone to the infirmary had to be that it seemed like every time (okay, she'd only ever been there three times...) she went, they either told her it wasn't important or didn't matter, or they sent her back to her dorm. And besides that, she disliked the fluorescent lights. Those things only made headaches like this worse, and she was always tempted to smash them out with something when her brain beat like this.
She didn't glance up when she heard Spraypaint (till she found out his actual name, he was gonna be that to her) moving and rummaging for something. It wasn't too loud, so she let it go, figuring, at least whatever he did would be quiet. And then...the door slammed. She lifted her head, vision blurry, to send an absolutely murderous glare at the boy who had done it, not even allowing her eyes to adjust to recognize him before her head was back in her backpack, vision blissfully dark again. He was talking, though. Too bad he didn't let slip what Spraypaint's name actually was. Mara was curious if he was someone she might have heard people gossiping about, since he seemed like the type she ought to have heard about. Although, 'Spraypaint' did seem like a suitable nickname for him, and she might keep it even if she did find his name... She just hoped he and the older boy wouldn't get too loud and make her headache even worse. At least Slammer didn't care about her or the Sleeper.
A tap on the shoulder brought her head up with a groan. She stared up at Sleeper, blinking furiously as she tried to make her vision function. There was a cellphone in his hand, and, tired and head hurting as it did, she remembered vaguely that was what he used to communicate with people, typically. It took her another couple of seconds before the blurriness stopped interfering with her vision and she could read the cellphone's screen. She sat up, pulling her own phone out, and quickly typing on it, before holding it out to him. Irritated though she was at the interruption of her attempts at sleep, she wasn't going to bite his head off. He wasn't making any noise at least, unlike Slammer and Spraypaint. "Headache. Infirmary idiots either laugh it off or send me to the dorms, all I need to get rid of it is a nap," it said. And no fluorescents, and no people of the vexing sort, like Slammer. With her free hand, she rubbed at the knob of her skull. Uuuuugh. At least it wasn't as bad out here as it was inside, with the talking people and the bright lights... Hopefully that'd satisfy Sleeper, and he'd let her get back to burying her face in her backpack. She wished the Infirmary would let her have like, pills or something when this happened, but apparently it was one of those things parents had to sign off on, and her parents hadn't. Wonderful people, they were. Aaalways thinking of her well-being. Clearly.
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Tags; Ryuu, Jeen, Mara~
Word count; 572
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Post by JEEN STARR on Mar 9, 2012 20:08:10 GMT -5
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[STYLE=margin: 70px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]The roof door burst open and Jeen dipped into a combat stance. Was it someone sent from another faction sent to kill him? No, even worse. It was Ryuu-senpai. He was a fellow member of Strega, and a real party pooper. “Mrs. Nakamura wants you back in class now. I don’t give a crap about the rest of these peple, but you better go now. I don’t have time to put up with some junior high bullshit about being bored. If you find it that boring then actually skip and spare me the trouble of getting you.”
Crap. They actually caught him skipping. Jeen sighed, there was a first time for everything. Though he was still interested in the deaf student, but Senpai was not the kind of guy you would want to get angry. "Why do you always have to ruin the fun Senpai?" |
[/color]. He figured that as long as he could stall Senpai from dragging him back to class he could accomplish two things. One, tick him off and two, quench his interest in the boy he woke up. He still hadn't said anything to the girl with her face in her bag, but she seemed like the type that would rip his nose off if he bugged her. She was scary, maybe even as scary as Senpai. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a cellphone and typed a few buttons and scurried over to the boy and shoved the phone an inch from his nose which displayed a new message. "That's Ryuu-Senpai, he's such a kill joy, and I'm Jeen Starr" he allowed the boy a moment to read the message then typed another message on the phone and shoved it in his face once again. "What's your name?"
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Post by RYUU TACHIBANA on Mar 9, 2012 21:23:56 GMT -5
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notes Being Ryuu is suffering.[/style][style=width: 350; font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma; color: BEE7C9; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 120px]As Ryuu looked down at Jeen and listened to his off-handed comment, his head filled with a million ways he could wring that skinny little neck of his. But, luckily for Jeen, he was a part of STREGA and they were at school, which meant that he was off limits. Not that it mattered hugely, Ryuu would just let him suffer through a few near-deaths in Tartarus later. That usually did the trick for the young ones who thought they could get away with harassing him. Rule number one of combat, don’t piss off the healer.
”I’m not here because I want to be, kid,” he spat, at Jeen, meaning every word with all the venom that could clearly be heard. He rolled his eyes as Jeen promptly ignored him and messed around with his phone while bothering the formerly sleeping individual. He wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the bunch, but he had lived with Shinju long enough to know a stalling tactic when he saw one.
He walked over swiftly and grabbed the scruff of the younger boy’s jacket, giving it a hard tug. ”You don’t think I’m serious? You can come back and talk to your friend, boyfriend or whoever the hell he is when the bell rings. Ryuu starred down at the smaller figure, sending out all of the intimidation his tall frame could muster, ”I wasn’t joking when I said I wouldn’t put up with your joking around.”
With his right had still firmly grasping Jeen's scruff, Ryuu turned at raised his eyebrows at the dark-haired girl who's head had previously been in the endfolds of her bag. He was still focused on getting Jeen back to class, but so long as the kid was being uncopperative, he might as well ask some questions. "I thought you were some sort of big nerdy deal, why're you skipping?" he commented.
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Post by CAIN HARGRAVE on Mar 20, 2012 20:05:29 GMT -5
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Making a slight bit of a face, Cain reached out and gently pushed the boy's hand back a little, as if to say that it was a little too close for his comfort, which it definitely was. Heck, it was a little too close for him to read, even. Once he read the words on the screen, he lazily flicked his gaze over to the senior, who was looking at Jeen rather irritatedly, and then back to Jeen himself. Looked like he was in trouble, but trying to ignore that fact. Good luck, there, bud.
Sighing softly again, he tapped the buttons on his own phone, writing a reply. If only people thought to learn sign. Having to converse through notes on paper and phone screens was such a pain in the butt. "Cain Hargrave. Looks like 'Ryuu-senpai' is out for your blood," he replied, flashing his phone just long enough for the boy to have read the screen before he pulled it back and began typing again. "You may want to pay attention to him. If looks could kill, you'd be dead."
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WORD COUNT: 251
NOTES: PARTY ON GEKKOU HIGH ROOFTOP!
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Post by LEWIS WAGNER on Mar 22, 2012 23:35:25 GMT -5
Nobody ever accused Lewis of being a bright kid and if they saw him skipping they certainly wouldn't. God knows he tried in school, but after you try with no success so many times eventually you stop going through the motions so often. He'd find a way to pick up his grades later, or so he told himself. Even though being in SEES was probably enough to keep him from getting booted for bad grades. Plus he skipped this class often anyway; it was a morning class and his worst subject to boot - math. It was a crime to be forced to take a math class on a beautiful morning like this. Slinking past teachers with casual, practiced stealth along his typical route, he soon found his way to the stairs to the roof where he could at least bask in the sun for a bit or get a few more minutes of sleep, or smoke. He'd never been caught yet but if he was, there'd be hell to pay. After all, Gekkoukan was a pretty academically hardcore school, one of those places with superb reputations. As he walked up the stairs and opened the door the artificial hues of the stairwell's fluorescent lighting were overtaken by the sun. Lewis cursed briefly as he felt around his jacket pockets; he had a lighter but no cigarettes. As he emerged onto the roof Lewis closed his eyes and felt the warm morning sun and the spring breeze gently whipping. Even in a city as big as Iwatodai you could still tell when it was spring. Stepping forward he looked out at the roof and saw something he did not expect to see - other students. Three boys and a girl. Looked like he just stumbled into a confrontation between two of the guys - a guy who at first glance looked simultaneously fed-up and worn out and some little blonde punk. After a moment, he asked "...Am I interrupting somethin' here?" A moment later, without skipping a beat, he asked "Anyone here smoke?" |
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Post by MARA KIWAKO on Mar 24, 2012 18:26:36 GMT -5
Mara did her best to ignore the little love-fest Spraypaint and Slammer were having, though it became impossible to ignore once Spraypaint decided coming over to them was a grand idea, shoving his phone into her classmate's face. Uuugh. Someone needed to educate the boy on personal space and how vision worked. Putting it that close to the face just made it hard to see, and not to mention, uncomfortable.
Hearing Slammer's voice going again at Spraypaint, Mara had to repress her urge to scream and or throw herself off the roof. Couldn't everybody just shut up and let her sleep and go back to classes after that? And then, ugh, was Slammer talking to her? She sent him another vaguely murderous glare, though her vision was obscured by black dots dancing across her vision. Great, it was going from headache to migraine. Her day just kept getting better, huh? Throwing herself off the roof sounded like a better option every second. "Headache," she snapped. "Parents don't 'condone' pills and shit, can't bloody get rid of it." And he definitely wasn't helping her head. Silly her, thinking the roof could be QUIET. She'd just thought skippers weren't into making noise. Hopefully, like it had seemed to with Sleeper, Slammer would be satisfied and finally get Spraypaint off the roof. And then, then everything would be quiet and she could sleep this thing off. She was just happy to still be sensible right now, since the more she looked at Slammer, the greater her urge to tell him that someone fetching skippers for a teacher had no right to bandy around the word 'nerdy'. Urgh. It was true, but she didn't want him to decide to care about her skipping either.
Of course, someone showed up just then to try to steal Slammer's title. Thrilling. She just hoped a teacher wasn't going to show up... Then she'd have to try turning on the waterworks on how bad the pain in her head was, and she didn't want to skip class but the infirmary wasn't allowed to give her any medicine and wah wah wah whatever she could come up with to say to evade trouble. Ugh. Maybe she ought to find some pharmacy on her way home today and buy something for headaches, so she couldn't have this problem at school again. She wasn't a skipper, after all, and she was smart enough to be able to think of a solution for this, right? At least Slammer Junior had just been nice enough to give her a better nickname for him - Smoker. Sleeper, Spraypaint, Slammer, and Smoker. What a cozy little batch of delinquents they all were... Mara gave the latest boy an exhausted glare. "No on both counts," she said, and slowly, hoping this was the end of everyone bugging her, collapsed into her backpack once more.
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Tags; Spraypaint, Slammer, Sleeper, Smoker~
Notes; everyone has an S nickname, my god
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Post by JEEN STARR on Mar 24, 2012 22:20:53 GMT -5
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[/b] He responded to the albino guy. "Anyone here smoke?" eh, smoking wasn't Jeen's thing. He figured someone like Ryuu-senpai did though, he always looked so stressed out. He folding his hands behind his head in a relaxed stance and turned to Ryuu. "Screw that, I'm not going back."[/b] He looked up, into the sky, as long as he didn't have to look Senpai in the eye, it made it much easier to say. He braced himself for the beat down he was most likely to get from him. Did he know that Jeen's persona allowed him to withstand physical attacks easily? If so, he was sure that senpai would enjoy kicking him around like a rag doll. He doubt he'd do it with this many people around though.
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music want to be close
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Post by RYUU TACHIBANA on Apr 3, 2012 0:09:05 GMT -5
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Had he not been held back by what tiny shred of sanity he had left in his shattered mind, - and had it not been a physical impossibility due to the gates- Ryuu would have simply picked up Jeen and tossed him off the roof. He was that fed up with the younger boys antics.
It was quite fortunate for him that distraction came in the form of Mara’s reply. To be quite honest it sounded like typical spoilt-brat whining that came from those of the upperclass. Perhaps it was his family’s military background or perhaps it was simply his own stubborn nature; pain wasn’t something you addressed unless it limited you. He offered a shrug, ”Do whatever you like.” was his simple reply.
When Ryuu turned to look at the newest addition to the rooftop “party” as some would call it, though he personally was not one for parties. Or fun at all really. ” Just a bunch of kids trying to get out of class.” he replied in answer to the newcomer’s question. Then, he proved his fellow STREGA’s members suspicions about his true nature by reaching into his back pocket and removing a package of cigarettes. He flicked the box open with his thumb and seeing there were only two left, removed one and tossed the packet with the last cigarette at the newcomer. No point in holding out on the guy if he was going to be stuck out here, ”S’all yours‘ just don‘t get caught.” he mumbled, before shoving his own cigarette in his mouth and removing his own lighter from the same back pocket.
After a quick inhale, he removed the cigarette from his mouth and allowed the smoke to billow out. He starred at Jeen, who was looking up at the sky in what he assumed was an attempt to continue be a stubborn little brat and avoid capture even after obviously being caught. He sighed, and shook his head, then took another drag. ”Then enjoy repeating another year, kid.” he said finally.
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