The Great... Umm...

[Valencia Donahue]

Valencia strung up the ends of a long line of rope to two different trees as tightly as she could, about a meter off of the ground. Once she was satisfied with the tension in the line, she removed her shoes and climbed onto one end, holding the tree for support while she reached down for the pole, which rested beside a flag with a short pole… Obviously, something borrowed from the color guard, by the looks of Hircine plastered all over the silk. The pole Valencia took hold of was a six feet long and she held it horizontally with a traditional style before pushing her back off of the trunk of the tree to begin her journey across ten meters. Her eyes were glued to the grass that’d break her fall should she mess up, her focus concentration on maintaining her balance more than on the wandering eyes staring at her from the courtyard around her.

Whoever looked out of their classrooms to see the Asian practicing under the shade of the building would be confused as to why she was looking down as opposed to the general advice not to. Valencia didn’t know why her fixation with the earth was so strong either, when tightrope walking should look natural and the most “down-looking” should be on the rope. Ah well. When she made it halfway across, she stiffly looked up at a window and changed her position of her body to suggest that… Oh no. She jumped straight up as far as she could, only to fall considerably short of the window she was staring at, then came down sharply, almost enough for her to fall off the rope (which she did after trying to regain her balance).

She twitched mildly on the ground, then got up to try again, this time literally running across the rope to the middle with ease and without the pole to support her, before attempting yet another leap high up into the air… And another crash into the ground. Valencia rested on the ground a little longer this time before getting up yet again. People must’ve been wondering what the hell she was doing, trying to use a tightrope as a makeshift trampoline… Erm… Which was exactly what she was trying to do, really. But somehow, her gut told her that the physics was all wrong after falling off of the rope twenty times later. Valencia stared at the window from the ground, a couple feet away on the concrete (which recently broke her fall that time), almost with the intensity of a cat before it kills something.

[alasdair]

Alasdair had been seating on the tree hearing his Ipod with the song of Fairyland --- The Fall of an Empire, he was just relaxing himself, yet when the song was about to change a soft thud got his attention. As he turned around and saw Valencia. He didnt knew her, not at all yet she had gotten his curiousity, after all looking at a girl go up and down, was rather an amusing sight and franckly he was dying to know what the hell was she trying to pull off.

As he only whatched her go up and down constantly, whatever she was doing she admired her constant discipline, as he only thought for a moment <Wha't in thae name't of everythin't that ait blisterin'gt brillian't ait she doin't...> as he kept his eyes on her, he had already turned off his Ipod and gotten up to get a better view of whatever the girl was trying. Until she stopped and her eyes kept staring towards a window, probably she was trying to get up there, who knows yet Alasdair was curious about it, as the Half Irish Half Scottish Colossus, began to walk towards Valencia, his black garb moved thru out the air until he was right besides her keeping his distance hopping not to startle the lazzie, as his blue-grey eyes stared at her lightly, not intense, as he finnaly spoke "Miss..." as he made a light nodd to the girl.

"I don't mean't te interrupt ye..." as he looked at the window "Yet I wonder't what art ye doing..." as he noticed she was seating down as his mind finnally made him realized a little detail.

"Ohhh Apologies't art ye all't right, sorry..." he said while is eyes went back to Valencia "I should't havet ask't firs't..." as he offered his hand't if she need't to get up.

"Ye nee'dt a hand't..." he said. All this time his voice was serious yet not cold neither undifferent just serious.

[Valencia Donahue]

Valencia’s focus was broken as soon as she heard heavy treads on the concrete and the fluttering of fabrics come close. She would’ve ignored the stimulus that was around long enough to see her doing what she did, if the said stimulus didn’t directly address her. He wasn’t in her (rather large) personal radius and it wasn’t as though he was outright bothering her, so she decided to “be nice”. Besides, she couldn’t help but feel intrigued by his manner of speaking. She turned her head towards him an inch more than she would to most people, not looking directly at him though, and allowed herself to accept Alasdair’s hand. She took note of his grip and his strength as she got back onto her feet and dusted herself off. Valencia nodded quickly to acknowledge his gesture of goodwill and intended to reassure him that he needn’t worry too much for being interpreted as rude, but there’s only so much a simple nod can say.

“I’m practicing. My friends are using the gym and the net for their own respective acts and I don’t feel like renting out space elsewhere. A simple tightrope here is enough.”

It was the truth, yet it wasn’t the undeniable truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help her God. Not only was it none of his business, it’d just be hard to explain in full anyhow. Not wasting a second beyond acknowledging his speech and large build, she didn’t know what else to say… So she headed back to the rope and stared straight up at the window on the 3rd floor. Valencia made her way to the center of the line and prepped herself up to jump again, this time landing on the rope… Then she jumped again, this time crashing into the side of building after gaining half a foot of height. Valencia didn’t care if the people indoors thought she was some bird that smacked into a window; she made some progress. If she got even higher up, she’d be able to reach the bottom of a 2nd floor window and climb the rest of the way. She didn’t know whether or not Alasdair was still watching her, but maybe he still was… Valencia seriously needs to stop ignoring people…

[alasdair]

Alasdair gave a nod back to the girl and looked at her curiously, probably she meant no harm on not focusing her eyes on him, maybe a type of "tick" she had. As he looked back towards the building, as his eyes went towards the last place she had gotten there and couldn't help but wonder how much strenght the girl had on both of her legs.

As Valencia got up to the rope again and did her maneuver again. Alasdair couldn't help not to smile a bit because the faces of the one's on the window's where priceless, probably because of the such strange sight they had. As she landed once again Alasdair adressed her "Stunts?? Ah mean ye dae work as a stunt performer or something of the type...don' ye??" his serious voice sounded. His curiousioty was getting the better out of him yet he really wanted to know for what means was she doing this.

As he looked at the rope for a moment, as he just thought that probably the rope worked by the exact same principles as his style fighting worked, the more tense his muscles got the stronger and powerfull the punch will be. As he looked at Valencia "Miss, Ah know this ain' my place t' give advice ye' ye could tense the rope mair...tha' way ye culd ge' even mair impulse wouldn' ye??" probably she will answer a type of like "duh, tha' wha' I was trying ye bloody idio'.." as he looked back towards the rope "Name's Alasdair..." he said seriously.

[Valencia Donahue]

She tried to leap high up into the air again and succeeded to a degree, but made no more a difference compared to last time, complete with landing on the rope, getting one of her legs caught, then flipping into the ground like someone falling out of a hammock. Valencia laid on the ground and untangled her leg, then checked for injuries before getting up again. She began to wonder if it was a good idea to learn how to land, or at least review what she was taught long ago, even though the idea of tightrope walking was to not fall at all. When Alasdair asked if she worked in the stunt industry, she paused briefly, almost surprised at how spot on he guessed… After all, most would first say “circus” before “performer” than “stunt” or in that order to that effect. She nodded silently, still not looking at him, and plunked the rope to check the tension as she took his suggestion into consideration.

“Valencia.”

That’s all Valencia said in response to Alasdair introducing himself. If this was a different day, where she’d be relaxing and not tending to business, she’d say much more because proper introductions are good things to her… More as in maybe another sentence beyond her name. But this wasn’t that different day and she was concentrating on how she should’ve studied physics more instead of trying to present a better impression of herself. She had no defined reason to object to Alasdair’s suggestion, so she headed to one end to check if the rope needed even more tightening. It was tight enough as is, enough to allow leaps, but maybe it needed to be tighter? As she retied the rope, she wondered if the new tension was any different from jumping off of the ground. When Valencia got onto the line again, she grabbed her pole and walked steadily across to get used to the rope… Eyes fixed on the ground, then staring at the window on the 3rd floor when she made it halfway. She made her way to the other side, dropped off her pole, then headed to the middle once more, but before she jumped, she said to Alasdair in a calm voice…

“Take care not to step on the flag in the grass.”

…Then, Valencia leapt up towards her destination, maybe a little higher this time, but as she hovered in midair, she had a feeling that she’s going to plummet towards the concrete…

[alasdair]

Alasdair looked at Valencia, the girl had given him a name, enought for him to acknowledge him. As he looked at what the girl was doing, indeed an insisting character she was. As she made a second jump and felled down Alasdair kind of wanted to catch her or something yet she seemed she was more than capable of handling herself so she let her this time.

Yet the third jump had him more worried, as he looked at the pole in the ground and just avoided it, as before he jumped "Aye Miss. An' ye better be carefull." he said seriously, not waiting for an answer Alasdair moved to a safe place so she could do her jump with no troubles. Indeed his theory was correct she went higher into the air than before yet probably she wasn't ready for this type of impulse.

"Bloody hell..." he cursed under his breath. As he moved towards the place she was going to fall, getting himself ready, arms tensed and his strenght calculated for her to fall into his arms if needed be. After all so many time falling into the concrete wasn't exactly and idea of safty or fun...

[Valencia Donahue]

After dropping to her doom oh so many times, Valencia felt almost too used to the sensation of falling… As well as the sensation of smacking against something painful. She turned in the air, trying fall into a roll, only to see someone getting ready to catch her where most people shouldn’t. It was then that she got an idea and turned her body so that she would land with her feet in Alasdair’s hands. In case he got the wrong idea, which often happened since most people can’t read Valencia’s mind, she called out to him…

“THROW ME UP WHEN I LAND! GIMME A BOOST!!”

If you’ve seen acrobat teams and cheerleaders throw their buddies, you’d know what Valencia was trying to do. Hopefully, Alasdair’s muscles weren’t for show and he really did have the strength to toss her up higher than what the rope could do. Hopefully, he wasn’t the kind of person who’d let her fall on her feet and break her legs. Hey, she wanted to get to that window, so the sky’s the limit in terms of “how”. Talk about desperate.

[alasdair]

Alasdair looked at Valencia, <Huh, launch herr? Talk abou' blisterin' crazy ideas ye' cannae dinnae this lass her shot...> as he prepared himself, before the tension in his arms was enought just to catch her now was enought to sure make her fly. Alasdair guessed she wasn't exactly heavy so a good deal strenght will send her fliying above the 3 floor window, he just praised to whatever god was looking to let her suceed on getting there. As he looked at un-coming Valencia "Aye Miss..." he muttered to himself and got his hands in position.

As soon as Valencia's feet touched Alasdair's hands he let the weight go down with him enought to make the Colossus get down, as soon he felt the weight of the fall had already stopped both hands and feet tensed hardly, working as a trampoline yet the impulse was much more he could assure that Valencia will reach her window, heh, in fact she will go beyond that window, a detail that worried Alasdair a bit yet she was the expert he was only the tool so she could get what she wanted. What had taken Alasdair months to accomplish and obtain the strenght he posses was showed here in this moments when he was put into test, he felt like if this was like a training of a sorts.

His hands and feet shooted out the tension making Alasdair feet springed as well his hands shooting Valencia up into the air, if Valencia knew how to use this impulse in her advantage she will for sure get into the window and if his calculations weren't wrong she will probably go beyond that window. "Fly...." he muttered to himself and Valencia as he launched her..

[Valencia Donahue]

[2nd Floor Classroom]

[RUTH]: “—So what happened was, I made a bet with Gladys that I can freak people out if I tried hard enough.”

[GIRL]: “What bet was it?”

[RUTH]: “You see, there’s this rumor that Tiffany was a homosexual because she turns down guys all the time, right? Well what I did was wrap my arm around her, then—”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!”

The two females looked out the window towards the source of the bloodcurdling scream and they could’ve sworn that they saw a body flailing for its life while flying through the air. They stared long and hard out into the courtyard and since there was nothing else to stare at, they continued talking.

[RUTH]: “Anyhow, I…”

[Courtyard]

If this was another day of practice, Valencia would’ve been immensely pleased at how high up she was being thrown. But since this wasn’t your typical day of practice, well… You can say that she was battling gravity and other elements as she flew up into the air, virtually out of control. The strength Alasdair put into the launch was enough to send her beyond the 3rd floor window, which made Valencia panic on the way up because she knew that once she reaches the top of the throw, she’ll be sent flying into—

-=BAM=-

Ta-dan. Ladies and gents, I give to you a perfect arc in the air performed by Alasdair and Valencia, Alasdair on the ground probably looking at Valencia, whom is clinging to the 3rd floor window with everything she’s got… Upside-down. Maybe she shouldn’t have flailed in the air like that… Valencia’s face was a deathly white and she twitched in more places than she’d prefer to count, but at least she made it to the window, so she was trying to calm herself down with positive thinking. She looked into the classroom and on the other side was a student that didn’t expect her to end up where she was right now… And frankly, didn’t want to see her at all.

Oh gawd please—

The window opened and Valencia struggled like nuts to maintain her grip. From the ground, it looked as if she was catfighting the person indoors at one point. Eventually, she won the “fight” and threw herself into the building (with her legs sticking out of the window until she pulled them in). To anyone watching, especially anyone looking up at the mayhem that was happening out of view, it was just… Simply… Well, at least they screamed loud enough to narrate what was going on.

“Now now, I know that you don’t mean any harm and you’re just defending yourself—I understand! I understand perfectly! But—Oh goodness, how’d you sneak that NERF gun onto campus?! That thing is HUGE! No, I’m serious, I’d honest to goodness would love to—HEY!!”

(At this point, several NERF balls would come flying out of the window.)

“That wasn’t very nice, y’hear?! Now you’re out of ammo! And if we just talk all civilized-like, I guarantee—NOT THE CHAIR!!”

(And at this point, a chair would come sailing out of the window.)

“Don’t throw things that aren’t yours! And really now, I’m unarmed and if you quit—I WOULDN’T TOUCH THAT FILING CABINET IF I WERE YOU.”

(The filing cabinet would rumble across the floor before slamming against the window frame, temporarily teetering towards falling, until it fell back into the classroom. A drawer opened and a couple folders fell, though.)

[PERSON]: “I locked up this room for a reason! YOU WON’T GET ME ALIVE!”

“You prefer to be dead…?”

[PERSON]: “OVER MY DEAD BODY!!”

“…”

Whoever was on the ground floor probably wasn’t enjoying physics 101 with all the things that just fell from the heavens (and on top of them if they weren’t careful enough), but if they looked at some of the things now on the concrete or grass… They’d find some interesting stuff. Like one of the folders for example! But it wasn’t as though Valencia herself knew what were in those folders, so there’s no real point in describing the contents that’d someday benefit the likes of mankind.

“Just hand it over like a good person and we both can live happy, simple lives with less injuries—You know I’m not one to advocate constant violence!”

[PERSON]: “FINE! We’ll trade! You give me yours… And I’ll give you mine! Deal?”

“Okie-dokie! I have mine right… Hmm. That’s funny…”

Valencia inched towards the window and kept her eyes on both the person and the ground below, wincing at the mess that was made. Worrying a tinge about Alasdair, the fellow that helped her get this far, she called out in hopes of an answer…

“Alasdair? May you throw the flag up here? It’s reeeeeeaaaaaalllly really important!”

Does anyone else notice how this is one of those few occasions where Valencia speaks more than usual?

“It’s life or death! THIS MANIAC HAS A COFFEE MUG AND HE AIN’T AFRAID TO USE IT!!”

[alasdair]

Alasdair face was priceless, the once cold and serious face was in a state of complete stupefaction not to mention that he had either evaded most of the flying objects and some others he had caugth them, for example the chair, yeah...ohh goody a chair...Alasdair just put by his side as he saw the cabinet and the folders coming down (I am curious...what type of info this folders contain? might be usefull for my character...yet I don't plan to god mode here...) as he just let them pass around him as he whatched and heared the whole commotion that was going up there.

"Talkin' abou' a blistering crazy ol' day..." he said to himself as he continued to whatch the window with singular interest, his face yet in a state of stupefaction.

As he continued hearing the conversation he supposed she knew the guy or whatever that wacko was. As he looked at Valencia gotten out of the window Alasdair still in his state of supefaction "Oll of this jus' for sending a lass up da sky...." he muttered as he finnaly heard Valencia's word's, whatever was happening she seemed desperate.

As he grabbed the flag and by now calculated the exact amount of strenght that it will require to reach the window, as he just said out loud "Aye M'lady!! There ait goes..." as he launched the flag up towards the sky, the flag will for sure reach Valencia's position in exact timing and force. As he just shouted towrds the window "M'lady!! Migh' ah inquire who the bloody hell are ye messing with!!" he shouted while the flag flew towards her..

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: Sorry for the late post… And no worries, I’ll describe the contents of the folders.))

Valencia’s eye immediately neglected her “buddy” in the room the moment she saw the flag hover just outside the window, a sure sign that Alasdair did good with his calculations this time. Perfecto~♪ And it was so perfect, she nearly threw herself out the window to grab for the flag, her legs clinging to something or other (maybe a desk-leg or two, perhaps even the window frame, who can tell really) to keep her from falling out herself. Once the flag was tightly in hand, Valencia let out a satisfied laugh and scrambled back into the classroom until Alasdair asked her what in hell’s name was going on, causing her to lean her upperbody towards the outside of the window… In a rather pleased, smug, comical fashion, might I add.

“I’m… Dealing with a rather… Eccentric BUT please put that coffee mug down, I got the flag well-mannered friend of a friend I’m working for! He may be a tad loopy BUT being compared to Froot-Loops is a compliment, my best friends are compared to Froot-Loops and they’re well-adjusted members of society—

[PERSON]: “THEY’RE GAY. OF COURSE THEY’RE COMPARED TO FROOT-LOOPS.”

“Gay is good! We could use some more happiness in our lives! NOT THE STRESS RELIEF SQUISHY APPLE. BUT! Eheheh~♪ He’s a gentleman in heart and a man in arteries!”

If that made little sense to you, you’re not alone. The student Valencia was “complimenting” probably had the same, blown-away expression you’re wearing on your mug right now. Anyways, the “blonde” senior twisted the pole of the flag in plain view until it broke apart into two pieces. She tossed one end into the classroom and began to shake the other end of the hollow tube in attempt to get something to come out.

“Ah. My friend, this may take a while. It seems that the paper is stuck—BUT!! Ahahah… Don’t worry, all good things come to those that wait!”

Instead of describing the dreadfully boring process of Valencia trying to get a rolled up piece of paper from the inside of a hollow tube (down to the gritty details of smashing the tube against the window frame, to the very most), let’s talk about other things. Like… The contents of the folders that fell over the edge! If Alasdair decided to take this opportunity to catch up on his reading, he’d find an old blueprint of the library, a new blueprint of the ventilation system leading from the cafeteria to the kitchens, two files of students that no longer attended this school due to unstated reasons, and two files of students that still attended this school but had black marks on their permanent records. Due to causing trouble with the Pillars? Getting on MacMillan’s bad side? I don’t know, Alasdair’s the one with the folders at his feet!

But alas, Valencia eventually managed to get the roll of paper out of the tube with her teeth and laughed triumphantly, for in her hand was… A BLANK PIECE OF PAPER! And you probably didn’t have one of those! The Asian had to duck at this point because her “buddy” got impatient and decided to throw the coffee mug after all, with the coffee still in it. She stood up and made a face at her “friend” before looking over the edge to see if Alasdair was alright. She didn’t know if the coffee was still hot or not, but she hoped that it cooled off before it flew out the window and succumbed to the forces of gravity.

“BE CAREFUL!! Don’t you know what stenography is when you see one, you maniac!?”

The idea is that you’re not SUPPOSED to, but I digress.

“I mean, can’t you smell the invisible ink from over there?! Soapy water stuffs from the girl’s restroom! In other words, it’s not a dud. Maybe such a chemical is foreign to you! And if you want to see the message, I suggest using a flame, a hot light bulb, or something instead of COFFEE.”

The person inside the classroom must’ve been taken aback, because he didn’t throw anything for the next couple minutes and Valencia vanished from the window frame to give him the “blank” piece of paper, perhaps to make an exchange. Suddenly, and the people the floor beneath them absolutely heard the hurry of footsteps, Valencia ran like a nut to jump out the window, screaming…

“CATCH!! HELP!! RUN!!”

How was I to know that he had a packet of matches with him!?

[alasdair]

Alasdair found himself once again in his stupified face looking at Valencia of what she was saying and doing, whatever was it going on the lass head was something that would take Alasdair more than 4 to 5 sentences to understand, not mentioning all the caos that was happening, Alasdair's curiousity got into him while the whole ruckus happened up there making him grab the folders, as he looked at them curiously, as he just looked at the folder's curiously, as he saw the instalations and student's folders, he smiled, information, what he blistering had been dying to get and had literally "fallen" to him from the sky, Aye....Talking about a bloody crazy day.

Knowing that he will had to act once again he put the folders into his school bag and before he could look up he felt something hot, very hot over his head, burining in fact, he was in pain now or better said it "BLOOOODY HELLLL!!!! HO' HO' HO'!!!!!" he shouted in his strange accent as he face turned out towards the heavens once again with a piss off face, not exactly conforting for him to feel the hot coffee over his head, as he only overcame the pain and awaited something to happen, with his serious cold face until his eyes widdened when he heard Valencia's scream <Heh, I wonder if there is a peacefull day around here. Blisterin' coffee.> he thought, as he got once again ready, put all his strenght once again into test and prepared himself to get Valencia into his arms knowing she would be probably be falling with no control at all and considering the height well, hospital for sure.

(OOC: Just to speed things up if ye think its unfair PM me and I will edit it) Alasdair looked at falling Valencia and got into his hands with no problem at all carring her like a groom will carry a bride, after all he had no blistering expirience on how to carry women not even mention to catch them, as he found himself looking straight into Valencia's eyes "M'lady." he greeted making a light nodd, as he finally said "Ye jus' love to piss aff the forces aff nature." he said with a light smile to Valencia noticing the lass had some kind of sense of humour, as doing what she had said before, he began running back into the woods evading all the population he could, not exactly fast yet he was doing a good job considering, with his school bag by his side and Valencia in his hands...

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: Mreh. Such is the way of RPing. I’ll work off of it.))

Due to extensive history of Valencia being thrown into the air in some shape or form throughout the course of her career and otherwise, falling was never something to worry her as long as she was guaranteed a soft, safe landing. In the case of this incident, and probably many other incidents prior and future, Valencia is for the most part in capable hands… And questionable goodwill. With that considered and the Asian looking as though she saw her considerably short lifespan flash before her very eyes, the only sign of life she could give to Alasdair while in his arms as he smiled down to her was a single…

::twitch::

So off he carried her to the woods with Valencia wondering what’d become of her shoes and how long she’ll be away from the likes of civilization until she makes her way back to school the next day. Her mental operating system was at the brink of meeting another Blue Screen of Death, but at least she had an ounce of sense leftover to keep her conscious. Although it didn’t look it, with her right eyelid not closing properly due to trauma (you’d freak out too if you saw what she saw), she was contemplating all sorts of things… Like pros and cons and stuff like that.

In regards to footwear:

No need to worry about my shoes… I can get some new ones! They might be kind and put them in the lost and found! And besides, I can be a true blind bandit for once! Just don’t step into nasty things…

In regards to being carted off into the woods:

I’ve been to the woods hundreds of times! I won’t be lost long! But… But what if this guy is… EW! EEK! ACK! NO! Get a hold of yourself! He’s just running because you told him to, Valencia! Yeah, like in that one movie! Run, Alasdair, run!

In regards to returning to school the next day:

If we stayed behind, it would’ve been nice if I just got in touch with my “friend” and get paid already… Instead of going through all this… However, I’ll see him tomorrow anyhow and then, I’ll jack up the price for inconveniences I had to put up with! Sounds reasonable. Hopefully he won’t drop the price because of being late or something like that…

…That’s just skimming the surface, but no one wanted to know what she was thinking about in regards to pirates versus ninjas, Romans versus cowboys, and other funky stuff like that. Eventually, Valencia would then regain some sense, twitch less consistently, and ask herself…

I see a bunch of trees and I believe I’m in the woods, but NOW where am I?

((OOC: So is this going to continue here or in another thread?))

[alasdair]

(OOC: For me is okay to keep it here....its still the Courtyard ain't it...)

Alasdair kept running for a good moment till he felt that he had left any signs of the area, curiously the lass on his hands was in a kind of shock, <No wonder...> he thought <Ta be thrown up to da air and be caugh' by some strangar who happened to be there. Well ain' exactly yerr best day.> as he finally came to stop and still noticed Valencia's face of stupefaction, he only wondered what in the name of whatever that was blisterin' pretty and bloody beautifull was happening in the lass's mind.

As thinking the lass was in a kind of shock and the best thing he could do for now according to what his father had taught him of the little medicine he knew was to sit down and rest. Ohhh as well to keep a glass of water around if she didn't went out of the shock in a good moment.

Finally he saw the best place to rest, it was a little clearing and with some tree's around, nothing spectacular or special yet the right place so she could get out of the shock, as she laid her down with her back on a tree and he went to another tree that was facing her's, still looking into the lass's eyes Alasdair got from his bag a bottle of water and put it by his side, for either she wanted some water or to wake her up if necesary.

As Alasdair already knowing how to deal with people in this state he gave a light smile "Hey ye all righ'." he said seriously expecting an answer and if she laster more than 5 minutes in the state water it will be and if not hospital, something he didn't even considered.

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: Alrighty…))

Beyond the trees and chirping birds … I believe I’m now on the ground, laying down somewhere… Okie-dokie, here’s a face… And… He’s… OVER ME?!

…And here we thought Valencia already established that Alasdair meant no harm. Maybe this is one of those times where the system is rebooting itself by passing a current through the circuits…! Like in those hospital shows where they zap the body and yell, “CLEAR”!! Not that I know anything about computers or medical procedures. For all I know, Valencia’s brain is probably going haywire. But don’t take the narrator’s word for it, just watch her yourself.

“AAAAAAAAAAHH!!”

What a way to greet someone when you wake up from shock. Scream in their face. That ought to refresh everyone who’s hovering over your body. Hopefully, Alasdair would take this as a cue dump water on her… That is, if he regains his senses and understands that Valencia’s a bit screwy in the head at the moment. And not just doing that to be rude. Seriously, if she was acting, it wouldn’t be as convincing. She’s sane, really! Just… Not right now…

“I’M BAREFOOTED!! I’M HYSTERICAL!!”

We can see that, Valencia… In fact, we can see it in your bewildered expression and your scrambling up against the trunk of the tree instead of giving Alasdair your utmost gratitude for assisting in your escape. If you were in a more sound state of mind, you would instead be hysterical with joy that you accomplished your mission instead of going bonkers.

“I’M HYSTERICAL!! WHERE ARE WE?! WHERE AM I?! I’M HYSTERICAL!!”

Yeah, Alasdair was right. Water it is before she goes into a self-induced seizure…

[alasdair]

Alasdair looked at Valencia with a serious face, when ye live in a hospital where yer sister is in a state of comma, well many things happened around him and he was for sure he had lived this one before yet the lass was kind of amussing whatever she had been planning she obtained it and yet she was hysterical because she was barefoot and a few minutes from school, what was happening in her mind? indeed was the good question. Aye...blisterin crazy.

Yet Alasdair before anything else could happen got over Valencia literrally grabbing her hands and putting them over the tree trunk and thank god the gym and harsh teacher only one hand was required yet that didn't leave the feet free, as Alasdair could feel a few feet very close to his down parts making his face twitch a bit knowing that if she hit home pain was on his way, as he just said out loud "Sorry for da abuse Miss yet is either this or I won' be able to even do this..." as he was about to end the phrase he had already grabbed Valencias feet with his own putting him in a rather uncomfort pocisition not mentioning compromising with lass yet ohhh for the sake of helping the lass Alasdair face was now red. Aye, he noticed the position he was and not to mention his hands on hers that where being holded over a tree and his feet over her leaving very little space between them, talking about a bloody blisterin crazy day, the amusment around here didn't seem to end for the Irish Scottish Colossus. <Aye sure fun ain' i'!! Bloody Hell NO!!! This is blisterin' embarrasin'!! No' to mention tha' when she arrives to her senses, ohh boy ah will be in deep shi'!> those where one of the few things that where happening on his mind for a few seconds.

With the other free hand Alasdair literrally washed the lass. Aye he poured all the water on the bottle, everything, getting himself a little bit wet as well. Yet he poured the whole thing over Valencia's head and when he had a little left before she could say anything else, he literally launched all that was rest of the water over Valencia's face, making her unable to see for a few seconds the time necesary for Alasdair to literally jump from Valencia back to another tree giving himself a good distance to either beg for forgiveness or act again. In Alasdair mind one single thing appeared <An' all of this for jus' launching her up da sky. Aye, what a blistering crazy day.>

[Valencia Donahue]

If Valencia’s sanity was intact while Alasdair was on top of her, she’d do some really painful and terrible things to the poor, unfortunate lad. Luckily, he dumped water all over her and made a run for it before she could retaliate beyond struggling. Her form was stock still after the makeshift cold shower, which meant that his efforts at least had some effect on her, which was as good as anything at this point. However, what she said next was probably a sign that little more had to be done.

“I’M WET!! I’M WET!! I’M WET AND HYSTERICAL!!”

At this point, people would have to wonder what would Rosemary, her stunt coordinator, do to calm down the mentally disturbed teen before or after a dangerous shoot. To answer this question, it’d be best not to describe what she does in detail. As if unconsciously, Valencia slapped herself with her left hand, then calmed down. Here’s her brain:

“I’M IN PAIN!! I’M IN PAIN!! AND I’M WET AND HYSTERICAL!!”

GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, GODDAMMIT!!

…And the mental reprimanding would continue in every language known to man and a couple known to monkeys. In a weird way, this is how Valencia psyches herself up from time to time. It wasn’t the same as what Rosemary did, but at least it works since she looked as serene and quiet as she did before she got thrown into the air. She tilted her head towards Alasdair’s direction and gave a nod of apology.

“My regrets that you had to see me in that condition. I hope you’d excuse that lapse of rudeness and instead accept my sincerest gratitude for your efforts.”

Now this sounds more familiar. Behaving as if her going hysterical never happened, she reached into one of her pockets, then fished out a tiny test tube container before unscrewing the cap as if Alasdair wasn’t there. This was proof that Valencia’s “mission” was complete because she pulled out a slip of paper and smelled it before rolling it up and securing it again. It had the smell of oranges. All she needed to do was to give it back to the person who hired her and she was done. It was none of her business what was really on the tiny blank sheet of rolled-up paper.

Still, maybe he’d pay more if it was the real deal… Not like I’d be able to know, but if I’m capable of delivering fakes, then…

Valencia cleared her throat and brushed a few rolling drops of water from her eyes, then turned towards the direction of the school. She tilted her head over her shoulder, unsure of what to do with Alasdair. He helped her get this far and she wasn’t the sort to let her debts go unpaid.

[alasdair]

Alasdair was about to either kiss or slap Valencia, the other two things he knew that could wake anyone from her state of shock yet now she was back to normal and Alasdair literally just sighted in relief of the lass's going back to her cold and natural condition. Alasdair looked at the lass curiously wondering why she hadn't slapped him or called him pervert or something, probably the lass knew perfectly what had happened and knew she was in no position to judge his actions.

Alasdair only got up and got his bag back to his hands, as he looked at Valencia and her apology "Ey don' ye worry really, kind of know how this things work so please don' feel bad will ye." he said seriously yet lightly "Any time ye know ye' nex' time please don' ye go and challenge da forze fo gravity so much, can' be at yer back all the time yet ye did good jumping up there." he said now in a much lighter tone yet his face serious, as he know saw what Valencia had in hand, really none of his buisness each one had his ideas of what they wanted Alasdair had gotten information of the situation. Something he desperatly required and now was in his hands, perfect, was in his mind.

As Alasdair looked at Valencia who seemed a little worried "Ye think ye'll need my assistance further M'lady?" he asked seriously, to Valencia looking straight into her eyes, he kind of liked her, interesting lass and she really had gotten his attention and suprised him more than any lass so far, she was something so Alasdair couldn't help but to feel a wee of attraction to Valencia yet considering her attitude towards Alasdair he couldn't help but to think she thought differently of him, so he if she had no need for him he will go on his way after all the lass seemed to be like him, a loner, walk alone, work alone and finish it alone.


OOC; Sorry for the late posting yet I been thru heaven and hell twice this week now...not a good week indeed.

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: No worries, I have college to tend to as well.))

I answer when opportunity knocks. I can take care of myself when there’s none to rely on.

Valencia’s eyes flicked away as soon as Alasdair’s tried to gaze at hers when she looked over her shoulder. It was just the way she was and by the looks of how things were going, it may take a long while to fix it. On top of that it, she’s not the sort to let other people fix her problems if she can’t help it. When her acquaintance asked if he could be of further help, she reached into her pockets and pulled out a wallet, then a $50 bill. She didn’t pay much attention to her surroundings with her back to Alasdair and her eyes concentrated on the detailed folds she was making. After some time and one or two mistakes, Valencia managed to make a dollar-bill airplane that can glide far enough to reach Alasdair, instead of those standard 8”x11” sheet-sized ones. She threw it with a sharp movement of her wrist and the dollar airplane flew a fast loop before crashing at Alasdair’s feet.

Hmm. Meant for it to land…

“I would’ve paid you more, but this was how much I got up front. The completion pay is more than this, so don’t worry about whether or not I should keep it instead.”

No, but thank you for offering would’ve sufficed, Valencia.

“Either I was out of my mind at the time or I sincerely believe this, but ‘serious’ isn’t your thing.”

Your aura isn’t quiet enough. Huh… Too bad I can’t quite put it into words. Maybe I was out of my mind and imagined those changes in demeanor.

She nodded and headed on her way, still wondering about the stability of her mentality. It wasn’t as though she had different personalities within her, but the behaviors she displayed made all the difference between this subtle goodbye and an acquaintanceship developing better.

[alasdair]

Alasdair got down and picked up the 50$ dolar bill and looked at it and a slight smile appeared on his face. Without saying anything he ran towards Valencia until he was in front of her once again, now his face had a light smile yet the serious the serious and cold demeneor was there, as he just put the 50$ dolar bill into her bag or pocket carefully and looked into her eyes not intensly just lightly.

"A Thank ye is more than enough' M'lady." after this words he began to walk towards school as well and as he looked back to Valencia.

"Heh, ye know, ah wasn' being serious ah jus' tried to know ye M'lady. Tried to be nice, da maybe ain' ma thing as well." as he now turned towards the school and said out loud "So take care would ye. See ye around M'lady." as with this words he took up phase and began to go back towards the school an unfinished buisness awaited him as well and with this new information he could get things on motion now, he now could know what he wanted <Maybe ye were' a wee to harsh ye blistering arsshole.> he thought to himself and continued walking. This new attitude was new for him, thought he liked the lass he felt like she had a whole new other way to communicate with her surroundings, something he should get used to if he wanted to spent more time with Valencia.

With these thoughts in mind and wondering if she will be all right with all these new personality changes in her mind, probably he should have told her to go and see his father, he could have given her an advice or two yet it was up to her and he was really in no position to judge her or to tell her what to do exactly.

As he began to wonder how he will deal with his own matter now, it was different to Valencia his was accompanied with violence and a few laddies will end up in the hospital after this, heh, he will ensure he didn't do much damage yet thought he hated to end this matter in such a harsh way, he had to put an end to this battle between him and the guy, in fact right now he was going to collect the info he required.