A new life awaits...

[~MeL~]

(((OPEN)))

Stepping outside her house, Melysa kept her eyes low and began walking towards the street. She walked over the grass, as she could feel it bend under her weight. Her eyes were focused on feet, and she would watch where every single of her steps would land. Her attention would be drawn back to reality when Aline would scream her name. Looking back, Melysa wondered what she wanted. She waved the keys to her sports car, either meaning she wanted to give her a ride or asking Melysa if she wanted the car. Her eyes went low.. Her mother died after a car accident. She would look back at the ground before her and begine her walk once again.

Sadden, Aline wondered a moment, then slowly went back inside and closed the door. Threw the window, she looked at Melysa walk off, then stop at the bus stop. Her new classes were already picked out, and her school bus had been assign. With her books in hands, Melysa entered the bus, Aline and Rob, adoptive father, watched her leave with a sadden expression on their faces.

She sat in the before last bench and looked out the window. The bus made a few more stops and this blond american chick sat next to Melysa, but Mel paid no particular attention to her. The blondy looked over to Mel and stared for a moment. Slowly, Melysa's eyes would drop at the bench infront, reveiling her sadden expression.
"Oh my GODD!"
The blond would screech out.
"What's wrong sweetums?"

Mel would look back at the window and stay quiet. She shook her head slightly from side to side, kind of saying nothing.

~

Arriving at school, Melysa got off the bus and went inside directly. She made her way to her first class, about ten minutes before the bell and sat there, staring at her books. She started to doodle on her notepad, drawing a heart, with a crack threw it, then ripped the page out and began writting a story.
Something about a girl who would of been thrown off the wagon of a train after being raped, and left to be crushed, already dead though, by the wheels of a train. People would try an identify her- Her story ended as the bell pulled her back into reality.

Looking around, she saw the class fill itself.After her first math class, Melysa went directly for biology class. She wrote down the notes and regestered both teachers names inside her book. The bell rang once again, and so on and forth, until she was off to lunch.

She had brought her own little brown bag and went outside. Finding an empty wooden table outside, she went for it and saw down. It lay under a tree, and she quickly pulled her pancho over her shoulders and began to eat her pitas. Bitting in them slightly, Mel sighed and stared at the marks on the table, reading some of them.

(((OPEN)))

[bk]

Need somewhere to hide, somewhere to hide... Why did I have to date his sister. Run run run...

Sliding through the double doors. Further down a disgruntled brother came running after him. Smashing into the door as BK smashed the door into him. Which gave William another second to find escape. He was glad there were a hood on his clothing today, or else finding cover would be a hard thing. He turned back to see if the other one had followed after him, and when he looked back forth. He ran into a wall with his right side of body. Did a rather impressive twirl before continuing his run half dazed, half crazed. He looked around for a plausible hiding place, only finding small trees and other small stuff, nothing to hide his large body. But underneath a tree, he found a lone girl on a bench. In his current state he didn't fully recognise her beauty, but he knew he would.

Oh Hello~

His male instinct, or second brain as some called it, drew him nearer to her. As if he wasn't in enough trouble already. Figuring he was still being followed, hiding behind a girl was a bit cheap, and not to mention sissy like, but if it worked, then he wouldn't give a bloody damn. Slumping down on the seat next to the girl, he pulled up the hood and looked at whatever the girl had been looking at, from a distance. No one had ever said BK was a genius at disguising himself.

"Please act as nothing weird is going on..."

After some moments of tension he looked around and saw the boy walk off apparently angry from the. He sighed relieved. He had escaped danger once again, by pure luck this time, he took a closer look at the girl, and the ‘instinct’ had been right. She was a hottie. He moved a bit away from her, though he really wanted to move closer to her. She had helped him, whether she knew it or not, and he needed to thank her for that.

“Sorry for bothering you, but I had to lose the heat. Thank you for hiding me, lovely one. I am William and what may your name be?”

[~MeL~]

Slowly, Melysa leaned forward over the table, and slowly brought her arms up there. She crossed them and softly placed them over the wooden table it was 'tied' to. Her eyes were low, and even though she didn't know what happened before this place, she knew this didn't feel like home.

Her eyes moved lsowly from one elbow to the other, as an other soft sigh escaped from her lips. She wondered sometimes though, if the people who 'repaired' her had told her everything... A lot felt like it was missing, but Melysa didn't know why, she couldn't remember nothing, she knew she had siblings, she saw their pictures, but she didn't know how they act, what they talk like... Mel didn't know anything. She had assisted at a rather small funeral, since she had still been in a weak state at the time.

Alot of things happened around her,, people jumping around, a foot ball landing on the table, people looking at her... She was lost in a world of thought, a search for memories, completly out of reach of this world of the moment... Bitting her lip, she slowly pulled her head up and turned it to the right, she placed it on her forearms and rested her head there, she moved but didn't know she actually did. She saw everything before her, but she didn't look at anything. Her eyes seemed lost, as if 'no one was home'.

Lifting her head up, she felt the bench tremble a little too much this time. Her eyes would quickly look over to what was going on, as her mind had snapped back into reality. A male, impressivly tall at first view, had jumped on the bench quiet roughly. Looking aside, she moved a little on the bench to be sitting at the far end. She herd his words and she stayed quiet, as if she was playing the role. In fact, she would have said nothing one way or another.

Miss Rouleau noticed as he moved away also, and then quickly her eyes would look over at the table, as she would await to see if he would leave. The hospital people told her to be very cautious with people around that school, keep a safe distance with them. Mel listened and stayed on her corner. Her eyes would look at the table once more, and think a little once again. It seemed this one was going to stay seaten. Looking around, she was ready to leave when he spoke once again. Her eyes would look over at his chest area but not at his face.

She would allow her lips and lungs to speak out, with this ever so soft tone:
"Melysa... Melysa Rouleau...."

She looked away again and awaited. Bitting her lip once more, Melysa wondered when the bell was going to ring again.

[bk]

Melysa Rouleau... Too complicated. Gargh. Better write it up somewhere...

Though, she didn't seem to say much else but her name, not ask what he was doing there, or why he had seemingly hid behind her just a moment ago. Either she was very obedient and wouldn't talk to strangers, or else, she was very shy. Because she couldn't be uninterested in him, that his pride wouldn't allow to cross his mind. He owed her one for not getting him into trouble with the pillars. Again. Though despite how one tracked his way of thinking were around women, then he couldn't help to notice that the girl wasn't the happiest little fairy around. The one sided thoughts about the opposite sex however didn't mind that fact and continued the cheerful 'conversation'.

"So, when did you start here, Miss Rrrouleau? Are you from Hircine, or Varronian?"

He might as well talk about the weather, the subject would be as interesting for both parts. Talking about the weather. It was kind of chilly right now and he wouldn't mind getting back inside again, but then again, how often would he run into a lone girl like this? ... Very often, but that was beside the point. His eyes stayed on her face when he spoke, he had read or seen somewhere that women found it offensive if they looked further down. It seemed like Melysa hadn't read that.

I wonder if she has a very large and overprotective big brother... I hope not.

[OOC: The peak of male intelligence, can't be found here, sorry for the late response.]

[~MeL~]

((Ooc: Don't be ^.^))

She was still looking away from the male, and she wondered if he was gone or not. Some would look back to see if that person was still there, but Melysa didn't. She stayed quiet and waited. Her right hand quickly reached her left and her fingers interlocked, and quickly she placed her hands between her knees, putting a minimun of pressure at this spot to keep her hands in place. Only her hands, neck and face was shown, for the rest was covered by her clothing. If her skin was exposed, people wouldn't be looking at her the same way... She didn't know from where all these scars and burns and bruises came from, they said she had gathered this over time... But it didn't feel right.

She was lost once more in a trail of thought, thinking about how her mother must of been like, how her brother of sister treated her... How everything basicly was, but then it stopped. She pushed aside this subject as she kenw it wasn't good for her to think so much of the past, they had warned her that her mind could play games to her, and she could think she did remember but in fact she wouldn't remember anything of before.

Her eyes widened a little as his voice was herd. He was still sitting there. Her eyes moved quickly from side to side as she wonderd what to do.
"First day...."
As she would bring her head up and to the side a little to look over to him, Melysa added.
"Records show I came from Varron........"
Melysa didn't have memories of there, so she didn't miss it. They told her that she had been brought to this specific school for good reasons, though those reasons weren't reveiled.

Her eyes would now look up to meet his. Her soft brown eyes crossed his powerful green one's. As she caught sight of this factor, Melysa stared a little. She became lost in an other trail of thought, thinking about that color.
"William..."
This would be whispered to herself, though if Bk was attentif, he would of herd Melysa mutter his name. When she ahd been at Varron, Melysa had always been able to guess other's names only by looking at their faces, it was odd, yet abck then fun. Now, that name had just poped into her mind, and by accident she had spoke it.

Her eyes lowered once more, and moved back to the table. She stayed quiet once again, though this peace and silence woudln't last very long... Her head would be slammed onto the table as a football had crashed at the back of her head. Her nose bleeded a little, leaving two nice trails of blood, slowly rolling down each side of her mouth. Her facial expression showed clearly that it did infact hurt, though she didn't scream, cry, or whine at the pain, she would simply bring the tip of her finger to touch the blood dripping from her nose. Her eyes would look at the tip of her finger, and she would glare at this. She didn't like the sight of blood, she didn't remember why, but she just knew she couldn't take it no more...

****Info!!!****
Hey! It's the real girl talking here, out of character I should say, and it's just to inform you that Mel had went coucou at Varron. She herd and saw things, she has killed a lot of people, making them suffer more then hell, then mentally crashed and started to cut herself on every single part of her body, also burning her skin and hitting herself.
Yeah, this little shy and harmless girl was a monster before, but she has lost her memory and dun remember it no more ^v^ Questions, ask me!
****No more info****

Looking back, she saw the sight of a guy running towards her, grabbed the ball and left back to their group, sure he had seen her bleeding, but it was just one of jocks. Looking back at William for a quick moment, Melysa got up and walked pass Bk, just to move somewhere else... She thought of this as she was in the way, not what was really going on... Those jerks could of appolagised, but they just continued on playing. Melysa understood from this that it was her fault, thus she would move...

[bk]

So she were a Varronite, at least it seemed she wasn’t one of the violent ones from there, it seemed from what he had gathered, only the males had been the violent retards, the ladies he hadn’t seen crush anyone into the wall repeatedly times. He liked that fact. Dating an extremely violent girl would prove to be the end of his careless flirting with girls. He was about to reply to her being from Varron, or rather, ask a question more. But was halted when he was looking into her soft brown eyes, she couldn’t be that shy if she would do something like that. A small smile crossed his lips. Then she whispered his name, barely loud enough for him to hear it. His eyes crossed the rest of her feminine face then and hot was among the words he could describe her with, yet wouldn’t say out loud. He could have sworn people usually said something more after saying your name, but Melysa, proved him wrong.

“Ye-?”

Dang. Her head flew into the table, and BK just stared at her with a horrified, yet amused, look on his face. He had thought she had done it herself when the ball bounced on and landed somewhere else, close enough for him to kick it far far away. Yet he didn’t. He just stared at Melysa who were bleeding from her face.

Holy fuck…

“You alright?”

He said while releasing the air he had held back while he had seen her blood. He didn’t exactly like the sight of blood either, but his male pride wouldn’t allow that to manifest itself on his face. So he stayed in the slightly concerned, slightly amused, and mostly serious of facial expressions. The jock got his ball, Melysa walked away from the table. BK sat alone some seconds before he smiled at a way to get back at the jock. Searching the ground he found the perfect rock. He picked it up and flung it at the jock responsible for harming Melysa. It colliding with his face and he fell to the ground in sheer surprise.

Bull’s eye…

He was happy for a second, before the rest of the jocks turned to see who had thrown the rock, and they didn’t seem as happy as he just had been. He hastily decided it was time to go. A decision based upon how much he liked his limbs faced the correct direction. While gaining speed he saw Melysa not too far away, and thought he might as well bring her with him, angry group of jocks have a habit of trampling down peaceful people. He leaned down, grabbed the side of her waist, pushed her back on his large left shoulder and lifted her up. She would be sitting like she were some sort of queen at a parade. He hoped she could sit tight on his shoulder, and wouldn’t lose balance, since that might hurt them both.

“Time to go Rrrouleau…..”

He had been on the run once during this break, now he was once again. Cruel world.

[~MeL~]

She wouldn't slid any attention to what was happening behind her, her head would move around, trying to figure a place where she could clean up that bloody mess. Her eyes were teary, as a nose is highly sensible, and she wasn't high of endurance... So that didn't help. Her right hand would cover her nose, as her fingers would press on it, she was unbalenced and needed to get to the health center to get that nose checked. She would try to find it, but Melysa was never shown this place, and never had she went to where she needed to go now.

Her eyes would rapidly move around, when something went wrong. Her eyes widened, as the ground under her dissapeared. Her eyes would drop down to see what was going on, and she saw William, holding her over his shoulder. Her left hand would tightly grip his hand that would hopefully hold her thighs so she wouldn't fall, letting out a quick yelp. Her eyes closed and she quickly nudged her foot at his sides, to get his attention.

She wasn't the demanding type, but right now, the blood was getting real uncomfertable. She would lift her right hand from her nose and expose the bloody sight, with dried tears on her cheeks, Melysa wanted to go to the health place, hopefully there was one...

((Ooc: o.o;; Short... ><))

[bk]

[OOC: Once again late with a post, sorry...]

He felt like a horse for a moment, mostly because she but he heel in the side of him, and he had to hold back a neigh. He was probably getting too carried away that moment. He kept the run up, since he hated getting trapped with a girl sitting on top of him. Though he little kicks made him look up a second and saw her bloodied face, and it didn't look too good. Meaning, he'd have to take her to the medical wing. He had to run inside with her on his shoulders, unless he could outrun those jocks here and now. Luckily, Melysa was surprisingly light on his shoulders, just felt like running with a back pack, it might hinder some movements, but you barely noticed it, except a back pack wouldn't normally kick him. He decided it couldn't wait and his pride would have to deal with him giving a girl a piggy back ride through the majority of the school, hopefully most people would be having their lunch breaks and not be anywhere nearby the main hall.

Bloody hell…

"Don't worrrry, we will get you to the medical office... One way or another."

It was hard, but running, talking, scouting, and thinking was done at the one and same time, and it gave him a short head ache in multi-tasking like that, it was a ladies area to do something like that. Finding the door he ran for that, ignoring the smiling faces he saw on the way, and even more did he ignore the giggling that followed when they had passed. He knew he must look like a moron with her sitting on his shoulders like that. But for now he didn’t care, except his cheeks turned a bit reddish. He let go of Melysa’s right leg with his right hand and opened the door, went down on his knees, or else Melysa would slam her face into the top of the door. He got through it rather slowly before he once again slammed the door into the faces of his pursuers. Only to find…

‘Hey you!’

Bummer, I had forgotten all about him…

… Hell waiting for him.

He sighed and understood when he was trapped, one boy and his friends on one side, and on the other a band of ruthless jocks struggling to get through the door he was blocking. Or trying to, he knew they would force their way through it soon.

“It’s been a pleasurrre Rrrouleau, but time for the fun to end. The medical office is the third door on your right, over there…”

He pointed, and knew he could either join her there soon being in a good condition, or join her there soon being in a bad condition. It made no difference for him. He took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally.

[~MeL~]

Something would become of a problem. Melysa noticed that around her, everyone began to look at them. Her eyes would widen and her attention would be stuck on them all, her botion motionless if it wasn't for BK running, while carying her. Their eyes would be driven to look at the two, and she could hear them whispering, talking... Gossips.

Her eyes would jerk back infront, her heart breathing rose, as bigger and deaper breaths were taken. She didn't like having eyes looking over her, and this was something she wasn't used to. She was used to be with her doctor and her. She knew there was going to be more people, but not that much... She didn't imagen things like this!
'Dreams are but dreams....'
As Bk would bend down, her eyes would close tightly, her hands gripping her nose, hurting her somewhat. Her soft hair would lift up as they went down. Going inside an other place, Melysa slowly opened her eyes only to hear someone calling out for someone.

Brushing her legs with her left hand, Melysa looked around at them all. Blinking, she wondered hwat they wanted. Looking up at Bk, she herd what he had spoken, and looked to where his hand was pointing. Looking over to there, she glared and looked back at him. Who were those people that wanted to harm him it seemed. Staring with fright at them, Melysa was shooked with the pain her nose sent her.

Closing tightly her eyes, Melysa nodded and went threw the third down, and right before she would answer, her soft brown eyes would meet his, as she seemed both frighten and sorry for leaving him like this. Staring away, she entered and closed the door behind her...

((Ooc: Either make a little closing thing post, or what ever ^.^))