Reuniting with your happy place (Open)

[Martin Tome]

He was back again. He was sitting on the roof top, bouncing a tennis ball on the ground. He saw far away people, doing far away things, things that diddn't matter to Martin. His legs dangled off the roof, a little happy memory came back to him, back when he had been thrown off the roof. He stood up on the edge of the roof. He looked down, he was an inch from falling to a long, and splatter filled, death.

He stood on one foot, it could be fun to just jump off, he had lived the fall before afterall... He quickly pivoted on the standing foot so that he was facing the door back into the building, he stepped off the edge and back onto the roof, just as the door opened.

Two people walked out, a boy, and a girl. The boy reminded him of a boar. Big, probobly smelly, and nasty. The girl was easy on the eyes, right up to the point that you saw she had a nose that resembled a bird. Not just the beak of the bird, the whole bird. He had angry brown eyes, she had beady little evil blue ones. He had a look on his face that said 'duugh...' so did she. Martin just had an eyebrow risen and examined this perfect couple.

The guy lumbered over to Martin and said:

"Ok, bounce kid, me and 'er got buisness to attened to up here."

Martin made a fake gaging motion. The guy looked at him like 'wtf?'.

"Ugh... sorry, I just threw up in my mouth..."

A moment passed, then a minute, then the guy noticed he had been made fun of. Then he got mad, he probobly wasn't all that smart, he came at Martin stupidly, a sluggish punch headed for Martin. Martin ducked, and ran to the guy's side, several punches breaking into his side. The guy grabbed at his side, just as Martin kicked the back of his knees with his heels, sending him to his knees.

The nasty vulture-lady was clapping her hands like a 3 year old jumping up and down. Martin punched the guy in the face squarly. He fell back, his hands bloody holding his face. He was now laying on his back. Martin raised an eyebrow at vulture-lady. She was convering her mouth with her hands, Martin raised an eyebrow at her. She turned and ran down the stairs, muttering somthing about 'bull shit' and that 'it wasn't worth it'.

The door closed, Martin looked down at boar guy again, who was at this point rocking back and fourth. Then the door opened again, Martin sighed as he looked up.

[Brad Kavanagh]

(Since I'm bored, I figure a reply here wouldn't hurt)

Brad Kavanagh was a boy with an extremely active curiosity. Despite the fact that sticking his nose into business that shouldn't be tampered with, whenever there was a place that he's never seen, chances are that he'll see it at some point. The roof of Hircine High was one of such places. Brad couldn't recall when he had seen the rooftop, leading him to believe that he had never seen it to begin with. This assumption made him very curious when he was staring at the stairs leading to the outside.

"Now that I think about it..." he thought aloud, looking from side to side to see if anyone was wandering up. "I don't think I've ever seen the roof of this place before." He twisted the handle to the door to the staircase, looking over again to make sure no one sees him. Ehh... what the hell? I've got nothing better to lose.

He made his way halfway up the staircase before a girl (one whose nose repulsed the boy) pushed right past him, nearly making him fall of the step that he was on. "Jesus Christ!" he yelled, spinning around to look at the passing image of the girl. "Watch where the hell you're going!!!" He would have said something else that was much more offensive, but luckily for her she was already out of his sight.

Brad cursed to himself in his mind, continuing his trek upstairs, finally reaching the doorway at the top. His hand gripped the handle in the same fashion as before, pushing it open. It slammed the wall loudly, making the boy wince slightly as he walked through. He wasn't sure of how to make of the scene he had just arrived in: A huge burley man laying on the ground in the fetal position, with a lithe blond-haired boy hovering over him, blood coating his knuckles a bright red.

Brad stared for a moment. "Uhh... what the hell happened here?"

[Ryou Jackson]

OOC: I suppose replying won't hurt, it's technically not thread necromancy, unless I'm proven wrong.

Ryou Jackson was walking down the hallway, he thought of going to the cafe to see if his friends were there, but suddenly a blurry figure ran past him. He turned his gaze and saw the back of a girl, who was clearly running all out. " What's up with her?" he thought, as he faced forward again. " She came from the direction of the rooftop...I wonder if it's worth looking at?"

Ryou continued and found himself facing the door that led to the rooftop. " I guess it wouldn't hurt." Ryou grabbed the handle and opened the door, and walked up the stairs, his footsteps echoing dully. He reached the top and pushed the door open.

In front of him was a bulky guy, lying on the ground whimpering, and another guy whose knuckles were coated in blood. He also noticed from the corner of his eye another guy, who was clearly surprised and had no idea what was going on.

" Looks like I stumbled onto a scene, question is, should I say and ask, or leave?" Ryou pondered, before finally deciding it wasn't worth the trouble. " Nice view up here though, I should come up here more often when it isn't so busy." Ryou turned and opened the door and walked down the stairs. He entered back into the hallways, and turned towards the cafe.

He walked forward, and passed a group heading the opposite way who clearly looked like they meant business. He turned his head slightly, and saw briefly that they were headed towards...

" The rooftop..."

[Martin Tome]

((It's fine, sorry I didn't reply sooner, exams and what not. By the way, I'm going to pistol whip the next person who says a reply 'wont hurt'.))

Martin looked up at the person who had just entered, with a calm, almost bored expression. He slowly put on a lazy smile and spoke, still holding down the whimpering boar-man, with his bloody fist.

"Hi. Hold on I'll be with you in a second."

Martins fist cocked and then he brought it down 3 times in a row into the boy's face, he then got up and let the whimpering boar get up. Then Martin turned his head, the door to the roof had closed as if it had suddenly been opened again. Maybe someone had seen the scene and then ran out, it didn't really matter to Martin, he pushed away the thought and let the big guy get up and make a bee line to the door. Martin stretched a little and looked at his bloody hands, he wiped them trying in vain on the edge of the railing of the roof, trying to get the blood off. He gave up on it, a little bit of smeared blood on the railing then turned to the person who entered. He gave him a friendly smile and spoke.

"Hey there, uh... yeah, that was kinda a little scene there, sorry about that."

He was about to offer his name, when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he rolled his eyes with a sigh. He was getting a little tired of people running in and out.

[Ryou Jackson]

Ryou stopped, he was about halfway to the cafeteria. " I wonder, would it really be worth going back, just to have my ass kicked? Dammit, sometimes trouble just loves to tease me." Ryou sighed, turned and walked back towards the rooftop entrance.

"What the hell, maybe I can finally put my skills to the test." Ryou reached the door leading to the rooftop, the group he passed already gone up.

" Here goes nothing." Ryou grabbed the handle, pulled it down, and headed back up.

He walked up the stairs, and pulled open the door, and was greeted by one of the guys he passed running past him like his pants was on fire. " What the...!?" Ryou flattened himself against the wall, he wasn't about to get run over and sent flying backwards. Ryou stared down the stairs as the guy disappeared around the corner.

" He can sure run like hell, for an idiot, I'll give him that."

[mic]

A loud 'crack' could be heard, many heads turning to see the owner of that sound. The random students looked at the strange odd haired girl as she ate her chocolate bar, a piece still sticking out slightly from her mouth. The rest of the chocolate placed in hand, still near her face as she slowly used her tongue to pull the chocolate into her hungry mouth. Her emotionless glared looked forward, looking at all of her surroundings, turning to look at every sound made. But, by the way she looked at things, it seemed as if she was angry and glaring at whoever made it, but this was not the case. Mickey(My-Key) had this problem with constantly glaring at people with her emotionless look and thick black eyeliner that made her intimidating. To most people, she gave off such a look, but if you really looked at her, she was really short and under-weight.

She wasn't in much of a good mood that day, but this was not really show. Mickey looked like she was either in a bad mood or curious 24/7. So really, no one knew the difference between a happy or sad mood unless they knew her well and saw a happy smile themselves; which was quite a rare sight.

Today, the girl wore a black band t-shirt along with her tight black jeans. On her arms were long black and white stripped fingerless gloves along with some black, with white skulls on it, heelless shoes. On her head was a black hat with random shoes and stitching in it to make it look more spiffy then it originally was. Her eyes were surrounding by a thick coating of black eyeliner that she made sure was extra thick that day.

Why was she in such a mood? Well, she didn't know herself, but she knew for sure that it had hit really hard when a random loser stole one of her homemade wooden dolls. The dolls were very frightening and didn't look normal at all. They were badly made and looked more intimidating then she did. She guessed that one guy found her new hobby of making dolls silly and decided to take it away and make fun of the poor girl. He wouldn't give it back until she beat the crap out of him and he had enough. But before giving it back, he threw it to the ground and stepped on the defenseless 'creature'. At the moment, the doll's hair had some dirt in her hair and was now missing an eyeball. She was covered in dirt and her dress was ripped at a few places. Oh yes, this had angered her and why shouldn't it? Mickey spend so much time working on this toy and because of one jerk, her time was wasted.

The blue eyed sophomore decided that she needed some fresh air away from all the freaks at this school. And, since it seemed like the school grounds would be unsafe for poor Lilith(the doll), Mickey decided that she was best going to the rooftops. If anyone bothered her there, she would simply throw them off the roof.
The girl made her way towards the rooftop, random people, bloody and such running by her, her mood apathetic about her surroundings. It's not like all this stuff was abnormal anyway. She came to the door, a young boy in her way who also seemed indecisive about actually going up. She would not wait for him to get out of her way. So she walked up the stair, when finally behind him, pushed him into the wall and muttered, "Outta my way...." in such a cold manner that it sent shivers down most people's spines. She didn't even look at him, and simply continued and entered the rooftop.

Once to the rooftop, a boy stood there, all bloody from most likely a fight. By the way he stood and the amount of blood apparent, it was obviously not his own. 'Hmm, he must have been the one who beat that bloody guy.' she thought.
Mickey just started at him, doll in hand, chocolate bar in the other.

"Tsk tsk! What have we got here?" she asked, grinning as she bit into her chocolate again, it snapping with a loud crack.

[Brad Kavanagh]

It's a very strange sight for one to behold: A small-framed man beating the everliving piss out of a man who mostly resembled a boar. Brad really didn't know how he was supposed to react. A five foot dude who can literally topple over a guy who was much larger in size as him was the kind of dude Brad REALLY never wanted to bother. The boy in question was just the kind that Brad would try not to socialize with. The strange part about the whole ordeal was that when the victim of the abuse (who should really be ashamed for what just happened)was running away with tears in his eyes tears, the brown-haired boy just gave Brad a simple friendly smile, as if nothing had happened. It was so strange that it intrigued Brad just enough to make him stay on the roof.

Brad searched through his mind to find the best words he could possibly ever use, to much in thought to actually notice that there was someone else coming up the stairs. Then again the fact that Brad was very far away from the passageway itself could have contributed to it. "Uhh... yeah." Brad said, his eyes wandering down to the boy's blood-soaked hands. "A little scene... Somehow, I find that really unbelievable how that was a small deal, but whatever... It doesn't matter to me."

Brad really wanted to introduce himself, but that was a problem in and of itself. How could do so without it making the whole situation even more awkward than it already was? Surprisingly, Brad didn't come up with answer right away and for a moment he stood there, really unsure of how to not mentioned whatever just transpired.

A loud crack woke up Brad from his thoughts. A loud, sharp crack. He would have described it as a branch being broken in half if had been less faint. Despite being low, the crack itself made Brad alert, if not a little surprised that someone other than the boy he was making eye contact with was on the roof.

Prison can do many things to inmates. One of the things (other than his new attitude) that Brad took from the whole experience was the fact that one could not let his guard down, even though it might seem safe and tranquil. Systematically, almost as if he had been doing the same thing for many years, he turned his head sharply to look at where the crack had come from. What greeted his eyes was something that he wasn't exactly prepared to see.

A small girl, even smaller and thin than the boy that was there as well. The first thing that popped into his mind was the color black. A strange, Gothic look that made Brad examine the girl alot more closely. Although most of her regular clothing was black, her hair had red (obviously dyed) down at the bottom. The only thing that wasn't dark was the girl's eyes, a light-blue tone to them. A color that he enjoyed along with the standard red.

Brad squinted his eyes, forgetting for a moment about everything that had just taken place. "Who.." he asked, still slightly surprised, "in the hell are you?"

[Ryou Jackson]

Ryou looked back at the scene on the rooftop, when he was suddenly pushed aside. He landed against the wall, and a girl walked past him, clearly in a bad mood, and told him to get outta the way in a cold voice. Ryou just brushed it off, and walked onto the rooftop. He saw that the guy who had punched the bulky guy to the ground, had puched him three more times repeatedly, before letting him go. The big guy ran past Ryou, whimpering in pain. " Well, you sure taught him a lesson. Guess he'll think twice before crossing you again, unless he wants his face rearranged again." Ryou folded his arms and for the first time, got a good look at the girl who pushed and brushed him aside.

He noticed she wore black, A LOT of black. " She's cute, but so much black." he thought, even her hair was black, except for the bottom, which was red. It was her eyes, however, that really caught his attention, it was a light blue. " Just here as a spectator, or needed to get away?" he asked her, noticing she was holding a broken doll in her hand, and a chocolate bar in the other. " Nice doll, too bad it's broken. I wonder how it got broken in the first place, whatever, it's none of my business. " he thought, his face neutral. Ryou stared up at the sky, clouds drifting above him lazily.

" Needed to get away from it all?" he asked, directing his question at the guy with blood on his knuckles, and the other guy standing off to one side. " Or you just felt like coming here?"

[Martin Tome]

This guy who had entered spoke, Martin gave him another friendly smile.

"Heh, it really wasn't that big a deal."

Martin heard a snapping noise, he looked past the boy in front of him to see a girl, smaller than he was, standing there with a bar of chocolate. The first thing that struck him was the chocolate, he lifted an eyebrow at that, it reminded him that he was hungry, in her other hand she had a doll that made Martin lift the other eyebrow. Finally Martin looked over to her face, she seemed to have a thing for black.

The boy spoke, after the girl had spoken and taken another bite from the chocolate, the boy mimicked his thoughts exactly. Martin heard yet another person coming up the stairs he looked and then another boy came up. Martin sighed a little to himself, slightly disappointed that his favorite place in the school seemed to be a hot spot for people he didn't know.

The second boy spoke to him and Martin gave him a lazy smile and then spoke.

"Yeah, as it turns out I fell right into everything."

That was the truth, he had beaten down a boarish guy, then ran into these three, Martin glanced from one to the other, still wearing a friendly smile, he spoke.

"I don't suppose I can help any of you?"

[Ryou Jackson]

Ryou shrugged his shoulders, his hands in his pockets. " I got bored, so I came up here just for the heck of it. Didn't mean to interrupt your happy time..." Ryou trailed off, he didn't know the name of the guy who pummeled the boarish guy.

" What is your name anyways? It's not like I can read minds." Ryou asked, directing his question to all three of them. He heard a snapping noise, and turned his gaze in the direction it came from, the girl was eating chocolate, a huge slab of chocolate.

" I just realized, I didn't eat anything yet. What a pain...ah whatever. " he thought, " I'll just grab something later."

" Nice view from up here, it's almost like you can forget all the crap that happened."

Ryou glanced at the doll in the girl's hand again. Although it looked a bit strange, he could tell that a lot of time and work was put into making it. He lifted his head up and closed his eyes, letting the sunlight shine on his face.

[Brad Kavanagh]

Shouldn’t the roof be a quiet, isolated place? Brad thought to himself, now realizing that a third person had just waltzed up along with the rest of them. Brad didn’t mind the crowdedness although he wasn’t entirely happy about it either. He was surprised that someone else was there to begin with, especially one who was finished creaming another boy. So far five different people had come and gone at the time that Brad arrived. Then again, one wouldn’t think to check for kids that were cutting class on the outlook near the top of the school, so that might have been something contributing to it. Brad wasn’t in the best of positions to bet all of his possessions on that though.

He wanted to reply to Martin, but the new kid had already taken the reigns of that. He was a lean boy with the air of tranquility about him, with a look of an Asian upon him. He seemed friendly enough from the way he came into the brief conversation, so there was no problem with him being there. Brad might have went through to the trouble to interrupt the boy who had entered but it was apparent that there weren’t any bad intentions meant whatsoever so he just shrugged the whole thing off. Plus he really didn’t care about it to actually cause a ruckus over something small.

He turned his head around towards the gothic-looking girl standing off from the sidelines. As far as Brad could conjure up, there weren’t too many goth kids attending Hircine High. It was a strange sight that people in the hallways would want to glare at, and the doll that the girl was carrying only increased this feeling. Brad had gained something of a backbone over the several months that he was away, but he still had a slight feeling of intimidation. Maybe this was because he was always nervous around girls as a whole. He was nervous back then, and it looked as though he was just as scared now. However, his self-confidence was at an all-time high, so trying to start a conversation with her was the simple part. He hesitated thought, despite his newfound strength.

”So…” He began, appearing as though he wasn’t nervous at all. “Who are you, anyway?”