Kain Hail
Rooftop
The young man leaned against the chain link fence that surrounded the edge of the roof, resting his elbows atop the steel bar that mesh was fixed to; his head leaning back as he breathed out a lungful of grey smoke, the sweet smell wafting over him and he hummed deeply as he breathed it in again. It had been a while since the young man had leaned back and just chilled without his girlfriend and regardless of how much he loved her, he had to admit that sometimes it was nice to just relax with a good smoke. The breeze picked up and it lifted his midnight black hair, exposing both of his eyes for a moment before it died down again and he was looking out over the school grounds. He felt like he ruled the school from this far up, watching the students go about their daily affairs while he smoked the weed he’d plucked from some poor dealers pocket a week ago. He knew she didn’t exactly approve of his activities though he didn’t care much for that, so long as he didn’t do it in front of her it wouldn’t harm her any; he wasn’t simply going to give it up after this long. He sold the stuff for crying out loud.
The raven haired boy leaned on the rail and watched, the only eye exposed as red as blood while his hair fell across the other, obscuring the sky blue to the view of others. There were several occasions when he allowed his girlfriend to see him, letting her pin his hair back from his face when it’s just the two of them though the young yakuza heir had long since spent his time with his face have covered by the long strands. He was impeccably dressed as well, in a good fitting black suit, completely with white dress shirt, red tie, vest and the proper footwear; perfect for business and intimidating for a fight. A good yakuza boss or mafia man dressed well, as to show he is open to talk, but ruthless when ignored or disrespected. Leaning forward he look directly down for a moment, finding his sister in the shadows, dressed in both elegance and seduction as she batted her eyes at one of the more attractive males. He could see her whispering in his ear and he knew she was making a deal with him though, naturally, it would end up with sex as it normally did when she made a deal with as hormonally driven as the male she spoke with now.
“Oh sister, why do you do this to them.”Kain mused to himself with a short laugh and turned back around again, pulling a second joint from a box in his jacket pocket and lighting it with a snap of his fingers. Touching the end of it to his lips he breathed in a lungful of the sweet smelling drug and held it for several long, blissful moments before he breathed to smoke out of his nose and watched it rise. He could feel it working through his system, numbing everything as he relaxed back against the railing, allowing a touch of dust to touch his smooth, black jacket though he didn’t mind when he was high. When he was high it was much like it was for humans, though if he wanted he could create a stronger grade and really fall into the stupor that it induced on him. His eyes closed he never heard the yelling across the campus at the Eclipse Dormitory and would never have guessed what was going on again.
@ThatWeirdChick
Thalia Rayne
Gymnasium
Thalia rounding the corner, leaning far enough that the motorcycle should have lost its grip on the hard pavement though her knee steadied them as she leaned with it just perfectly as the engine purred quietly and roared to life as she weaved through traffic. Some would think she was trying to get herself killed as she cut of a large transport truck to sneak into another lane and drive between two trucks, following the line in the center of the road while angry drivers swore of at her; and a part of her did, a piece of her wanted to die but the larger part wanted to continue this dreadful existence and continue fighting. If she wasn’t here to live, then she was most certainly here to cause as much harm as she could before she really did get herself killed some unpredictable and ridiculously mundane way. She was coming home from the next city over, where she’d had a fight the night before that she had managed to win even though all the gamblers were betting against her as she entered the ring with the biggest man she’d ever fought.
She remembered how he had come after her, almost lazy and promising mercy if she wanted it, the way that the men around the ring jeered at her and laughed as she dodged; they said she was prolonging the inevitable but she was sure she could win. The first hit he’d landed had nearly knocked her out as it knocked her off her feet and she felt the throbbing in her left shoulder still from that last afternoon. The second hit was the one that left him on the ground, the third with a broken face and the forth won her the match.
Thalia sighed, smirking behind her helmet as she spun around a corner, her back wheel dragging on the pavement as she turned into the parking lot of the school and parked beneath her favourite tree, chaining the bike to one of the roots closer to the pavement where it wouldn’t be possible to detach it from the tree. Taking off her helmet she shook her head, red eyes glancing over the students she saw as she walked passed them, slowly unzipping her black leather jacket as she did so. She was well aware that they could see the bruise on her face though even so it was a badge of victory and she smirked, confident and uncaring as she walked toward the gymnasium for her after fight training routine.
Inside the school the black haired girl grabbed her gym bag from her locker and left her jacket and helmet behind, walking through the halls dressed in her jeans and a tight black sleeveless, v-neck shirt, her boots heavily hitting the tile floor as she stalked through the halls, clearly walking with that hip-swaying-swagger that came with her victory. At the gym she found her way to the girls’ locker room and changed into a pair of loose black shorts and a tight grey tank top with her hair tied back in a high ponytail. Walking out onto the wood floor barefoot she nearly walked into a man as he was running laps around the edge of the large gym complex and had to restrain herself from lashing out and punching him right in the face as he passed her. Next time, she told herself, next time she’d hit him.
Thalia tilted her head to the side and cracked her neck, her hair swaying around her hips as she moved and started off at a jog toward the other side of the room where the punching bags were hanging from the ceiling and, very pointedly, getting in the way of the man running, she dragged one over to the hooks and hung it up by the sturdy iron chain that they kept for her. When she was training she had a habit of breaking things. She allowed herself a glance at the man as he ran, giving him a once over when his back was turned to her and she shrugged, wrapping a length of white fabric around her hands and forearms before moving onto her feet where she wrapped a similar fabric around the flat and top of both of her feet and bounced on the balls of her feet. As she beat on the inanimate bag it was clear she wasn’t a professional, nor was she following any real martial art, but her strikes were precise and clean, each falling in a place that would be vital on a human body; each and every one of her movements flowed together and her every sense became so absolutely focused on her imaginary opponent that she saw in place of the bag as she weaved and worked, that she lost track of how the man was running, uncaring as to everything outside of arms reach.
She might not even notice if he walked right up to her.
Damian Luv
Cafe
Damian could see Jack’s gaze falling as he looked back and the goth raised an eyebrow at him, the corner of his mouth turning up in a hint of a smirk as he looked forward again, shoving one of his hands back in his pocket as he walked, shoulders back and his chin high; he refused to allow others disdain affect him as greatly as it once had. He’d gotten one of the hottest guys on campus as a match and he was going to be proud of that and make the man proud, even if it was just by cooking a fantastic meal for him after work or being the loudest of his cheer leaders at a swim meet in the summer months of the school year. Even if he had to start letting people see or hear him, then he would make this man proud to have been matched with him instead of the last that had run for a new match as soon as he’d seen the boy dressed in such dark attire. Often dressing as he did earned him strange looks and others tended to judge him based on it and few ever got the chance to meet the boy beneath who loved to cook and cuddle, to write and read, to sing and play his music.
He felt the mans’ hand slips around his, interlocking fingers quickly as if he would not be denied this little thing and the smaller boy laughed quietly at the shyness in that action; he would have thought Jack would be more bold and out there when dealing with the obviously more shy homosexual. The young man seemed as nervous as Damian felt by the way he spoke, going on tangents and rambling every time something caught his attention and he laughed quietly when Jack mentioned his lack of ability in the kitchen and he nudged the man with his shoulder playfully.
“It’s a good thing I’m a fine chef then.” He said flashing him a smile on lips painted a deep purple, once again setting off his clear blue eyes with the darkness of the makeup.
“I must say though, pastries have always been more fun for me.” Then Jack asked about the tattoo and his smile faltered for a moment before he was able to adjust and fix the smile on his face, and shrug as they got closer to the café.
“I’ll tell you once we’re inside okay?” Damian looked away then, his gaze focusing on the walk ahead of them until the two approached the café and saw the ambulance outside and several police officers questioning witnesses while boys were carried out on stretchers, each one unconscious with a burn mark on their face as if they had been touched by a very hot phone before collapsing. Electrocution, Damian could tell by looking at their hands as well and knew that something had happened before the two had arrived this afternoon and while the younger of the boys was undaunted he looked up at his match to see if he had a problem with going inside still.
“We can go somewhere else if this bothers you?” Damian wasn’t sure what would bother Jack, though he hoped that it wasn’t something as simple as this, the freak accident they had walked in on and the café was clearly still open and running like normal from the people who sat inside. He could see Claudia Desmond at a booth facing the door with the Quick twins; the two she had been matched with and he almost felt sorry for the poor girl. She was so sure that it was better she wasn’t matched, but he knew that it would be good for her to have a couple other than him doting on her all the time.
“I’ll still tell you, so you don’t have to worry about that.” [@Avenhelsing]
