No point of going to school

[Eric Nakagawa]

ooc: Mature for slight drug use.

A scowl was plastered on Eric's face as he pushed open the doors to Paragon Institute. His father was waiting outside and would probably stay like that to make sure that he didn't skip his first day of school. That was what Eric intended to do, but unless he knew the layout of Paragon well, it would be impossible to find another exit or a route out of the school.

His father would think that he would give up and head off to class, but Eric had other ideas in mind. Instead of notebooks and pencils, he had a whole carton of cigarettes in the backpack slung over his shoulder. If he found a secluded place, he could spend the whole day destroying his body with the stuff.

If he was going to do that, then the school roof would be the best place. The air would blow and get rid of the smoke smell on his clothes, so then his parents wouldn't suspect anything the moment he gets home.

Eric was pretty sure that this school had a roof. All he had to do was find the stairs and the door. It was a shame that he had to throw away the school map he received. He looked around for someone to ask directions from, but no one really appealed to him.

He would just have to walk around and find the way on his own. The best way to start off was by going up. It wasn't that hard to find the stairs, and he climbed up them. However, it took him at least fifteen minutes of wandering around to find the entrance to the school roof. He pushed open the metal door and found a short flight of stairs before him. Eric sighed before he started to climb up them. He was already breathless, and he cursed himself for not having enough stamina. It was a relief when he found himself in front of the final metal door.

Eric opened it and peered out. This was obviously where the roof was. However, a gust of wind blew, so Eric had to close the door. Today wasn't a good day to smoke outside. The wind would put out his cigarettes faster than he could light it. He would have to stay here to smoke. This place seemed secluded, and he could just spray cologne on himself to hide the smell.

Before he opened his bag, he checked for smoking alarms. There was none, so that meant he could light-up without any trouble. Eric sat against the metal door and the smell of cigarette smoke filled the area within seconds.

There was a chance that someone could come, but Eric had plenty of excuses to handle that. He could just say that he was new and lost his way to class. As for the cigarettes, he'll think of some sort of excuse to say.

But what could happen?

[Bix]

Traitor
In the Midst

Boredom. It seemed. As though. It was certainly. The bane. Of Bix's existence. She could not. Help but be bored. School had gotten. To the point. Where Bix was feeling. The need to act out. However. She knew those. That protected the halls. Of her school. And she did not. want to mess with that. She did not want. To create strife. Not quite yet. But the rumors. Heard a few months ago. Of this school. Aptly named. paragon. Was to merge. With her own school. Of Hircine. Had sparked. Her curiosity. From time to time. Bix would sit. Out across the street. Watching the people. They seemed. Average enough. They seemed simple enough. It seemed to her. That the segregation. Was merely. Something to cause a rift. In the city. For to Bix. They were all students. With a bad mind set. That enjoyed a bit. Of Blood and violence. That enjoyed a bit. Of a different approach. To life.

But today. Bix had decided. To actually. Infiltrate. The academy. To see the inside. To see the mechanics. Experience the environment. Observe the dynamic. That was held. Within halls. So similar to her own. Bix had not been shy. Nor timid. Even meek. Could not describe her. As she stepped. Confidently. Onto the campus. Large hollywood. Sunglasses. Hid her sapphire eyes. Her skin. Was milky pale. Well cared for. Soft and smoothe. But the only skin. On her that showed. Was from the neck up. And her hands. It was not especially cold. This day. But Bix was not a fan. Of showing skin. For her own reasons. Bix had her own style as well. Today. She wore a black button down. Long sleeve shirt. Buttoned at the cuff. With fake. Sapphire cuff links. Over the shirt. Was a grey vest. With a pocket watch chain. Moving from a button. To a small pocket in the front. She wore then. A pair of black tights. Disappearing. Into well loved. Black boots. Over the tights. Was a short. Grey plaid skirt. Short. School girl fashion. Except. Covered in a few belts of chain. If that. Was not enough. To make the young girl. Stand apart from the rest. The blue hair. On her head certainly would.

Bix had walked. Basically to her own. Devices. Through the halls of this. Institute of paragon. Her eyes taking. In everything they could. Everything seemed so similar. Lockers. Classrooms. Stained walls. Graffitti. Stairs. Nothing really seemed. To set the place apart. Bix went up. To the other floors. And again. Some scuffles. But nothing she could see. Made this place. Any different. So then. Why was it. That Hircine hated it so much. Perhaps it was more. Jealousy. Envy. Or she could even imagine. That it was rivalry. Another school. So close. Made them fear. Their own position in the city. But then. What position. In a city this size. Did a school have anyway. It was merely an institution of education. It may become. A bone of contention. To the city at large. A pet project. To the do-gooders. Of the city. But overall. The school was merely. A communal ground. For education, socialization, and a place to get your kids. Out of your hair.

The roof. Now this. Was her favorite place. In her own school. And this. Was exactly. Where she wished to go here. On her little detour. If a certain someone. Found out she was here. He's probably be pissed. Putting herself in danger. But Bix was not afraid. She could take care of herself. She was not as helpless. As so many thought. And she was very. Intelligent. Her mind worked. In ways that others did not. She was no genius. She was merely. Objective. And viewed the world. Through her own ways. As she turned. The last of the steps. The door above. Hung open. Like an invitation. However, a shadow. Stood in the midst. Of the sunlight. Wind pushed. At the open door. That the figure leaned against. But Bix. Undeterred did not. Even pause. Continued up the stairs. Wanting to at least. Contact with someone. If for nothing more. Than a conversation.

"Afternoon."

Her voice was calm. Slightly quiet. But nothing fierce. Or deterring. She was merely. Greeting the shadow. Upon the landing. She could see him. Her eyes. Taking him in. From behind. The dark lenses she wore. Bix paused. He was somewhat. Blocking the way. He was smoking. Something Bix. Really wasn't into. She really wasn't. Into harming her body. Though she had always. Been curious. How they worked. Why they were addictive. Yes, she knew the science of it. The nicotine and so forth. But she wished to know more. And a first hand experience would. Be interesting. Bix passed him. And leaned against the wall. Just opposite the doorway. Where he leaned.

"Windy." she observed. Crossing her arms. Over her chest. Accenting. Accidently, mind you. Her chest. Bix was thin. But held some fairly. Nice curves to her body. If you didn't mind. How she dressed those curves.

[Eric Nakagawa]

Eric cursed when he heard footsteps hitting the concrete floor. Only a few feet away, he could see the outline of someone coming up the roof. The half-Japanese boy cursed and put out his cigarette. Several possibilities as to who the person could be ran though his mind. It could be a student who was skipping class just to fool around the roof or a janitor that was coming up to clean. Hopefully, it wasn't a teacher who was just happening to pass by.

He still wasn't able to come up with an excuse as to why he was smoking. Actually, any excuse he made wouldn't do any good for him; the area pretty much reeked of his cigarette smoke. He was going to get in trouble, for sure. Every school he went to had a rule against taking drugs. Although Eric failed to read the school handbook, he was sure that Paragon was like every other school he attended. If he was lucky, he would probably get away with a detention or suspension, but that wouldn't change the fact that his parents would find out that he caused trouble on his first day of school. Eric managed to keep his smoking habits a secret from his parents, and he wasn't going to let them find out anytime soon.

Eric let his cigarette drop to the concrete floor, and he waved his hand around. However, it made no difference; the place still stank. Well, Eric thought it smelled nice since he was used to the smell, but for some people, it would smell horrid. He thought of opening the metal door to let in some air, but decided against it. Windy weather was awful, and whoever was coming probably smelled the smoke by now.

The outline of the shadow he saw moments ago came closer, and he was able to make out a girl. He exhaled when he saw that it wasn't a teacher. That meant that he wasn't going to get in trouble for smoking, and if she threatened to tell on her, he could take care of it with a bribe or a threat.

He was able to get a better look at her as she stood under the light bulb above them. With her blue hair, strange way of dressing, and pale skin, she certainly was the kind of person that stood out. She wasn't exactly ugly or anything, but her appearance was a little too strange for his tastes. If she had her hair a normal color and wore something sexy, then he would actually consider hitting on her. Oh well.

He nodded slightly in return as she greeted him. She spoke so calmly that he assumed she didn't mind the smell of cigarette smoke. Well, that was a good thing for him.

"Uh yeah," he said in reply to her comment about the weather. Eric was starting to get the feeling that this girl was very strange. Well, he thought she was strange in the first place due to her outfit and hair. It was just weird having someone talk about the weather. There were so many topics to talk about, but she had to bring up the most tasteless and boring one.

"Would have liked to go out there, but not the good place to light-up, ya know."

Eric took out another cigarette and lit it. She didn't seem like the kind of person who would mind the smoke, so why not? He held out the box for her, offering her a cigarette. Eric was even nice enough to give one to her.

[Bix]

New Acquaintance
Bad Habit.

Bix ws not worried. Whether she attracted. This boy or not. Because of her looks. She was not in the market. Nor did she need. To be justified. By someone. Else's opinion. Bix was her own person. Self confident in her own right. Happy. To be who she was. Comfortable. With the quirks. That she carried. Bix was herself. And she was to change. For no one. Unless she herself. Wished it to be so. Bix stood there. As he commented. On the weather. And why. He was not out there. In the elements. Fighting to keep. His cigarette alive. Overall. The boy was good looking. But again. Bix was not. In the market. She hadn't. Even been in the market. When Pine. had walked into her life. But she had developed. An intense liking. For the boy. And that had led. To where they were not. But this was not the time. Nor the place. To think on such matters. Bix was in foreign territory. And therefore. She was unable to. Let her guard down. Oh she could. But it would be foolish. And one thing Bix. Tried hard not to be. Was foolish.

"Sure I am, that it would remain, difficult. With the elements. The way they act, this day."

Bix leaned there. Against the door way. Her eyes. Watching not only him. But the roof as well. The wind. Was strong this day. But especially so. On the roof. Where there was nothing. To stop the currents. From whipping across. The flat surface. He seemed. To want another cigarette. The one at his feet. Apparently, was not enough. Perhaps. as it looked to be rather intact. He had put it out prematurely. But Bix. Would never really know. However. She was surprised. When he offered the case. To her. As if. An unspoken question. On whether she would. Enjoy to join him. In such a bad habit. Bix was the kind of woman. That took very good care of herself. But she was also. A very curious one. It would not hurt. To try one. So long as she. Did not develop a habit. She could see no real harm.

Her pale elongated fingers. Reached out. Recieving the pack. And pulling one of the white. Cylinders from it's confines. When he was able. To help her light it. She would let him. Or if he. Merely offered her his lighter. She would use it quickly. Before handing it back. With a nod of thanks. Bix's father smoked. So it was not. As though she was unused to the scent. To inhaling the smoke. It was not usually. So direct. However. As she put the stick. To her lips. And inhaled slightly. A tiny puff. She could feel. Her lungs crying out. For the air. She was ridding them off. A small choke. But nothing like a hacking cough. And she felt.. alright then. As though this. Was nothing more. Than a slight stress reliver. Something that could. Be an interesting thing. To partake in. Every so often. Especially. When things go rough.

"Walked these halls long, have you? Ah, your name, I am impolite, to have forgotten. What, pray tell, would it be?"

[Eric Nakagawa]

A satisfied smirk appeared on his handsome face as Bix accepted one of his cigarettes. He knew that she would never refuse to smoke. Also, he was starting to feel pretty good since he realized that she wouldn't tell any of the school staff on him.

Bix seemed a little strange, but if you looked past the weird outfit, you could tell that she was pretty attractive. Eric thought that she wasn't his type at first, but he soon noticed some of her nice features like her pale skin. He liked girls with pale skin, but found them rare in the United States since everyone wanted to be tan.

Eric wasn't into having a girlfriend because he found girls his age a little too demanding, but it was nice finding someone to fool around for a day. However, it was almost impossible to find a girl like that since all of them were looking for a real relationship. He wondered if he would be able to win Bix over, but decided that it would be best just to know what the girls were like here.

He pulled out one of those cheap black lighters that you could buy at the store for barely nothing and used that to light Bix's cigarette. After that was done, he put the lighter away and pulled the cigarette that was stuck in his mouth for the last thirty seconds. He turned his head to avoid Bix and blew out smoke. When he was doing that, he could have sworn that he heard Bix choke.

"First time, huh?"

Eric remembered when he first started smoking. He spent a whole minute coughing, and he swore that he would never touch a cigarette again. However, he learned that once you got used to the smoke, it was pretty relaxing. Now he was smoking at least a pack a day.

He took another puff as Bix asked if his name and whether he had been attending Paragon for a while. The way she spoke was sort of weird, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. However, he brushed that thought away and gave her an answer.

"Nah, this is my first day here. Name's Eric, by the way," he took another puff from his cigarette before continuing,"And you?"

[Bix]

Interets
Lie Within

Bix waited. As the black plastic. cheap in price. Mexican in manufacturing. Lit her cigarette. The tar. Filled her lungs. Smoke seeping into. Every crevace. But how. Would she. Experience life. If she was constantly. Afraid to try things. One cigarette. Would not do. Irrepairable harm. Only if. She developed a habit. Something she. Did not intend to do. Merely. She wished to try one. And perhaps. Upon occassion another. Though Bix. Was hard pressed. To make friends. And therefore. it would likely be that. She only smoked. When she was around this one. If they began. Some sort of relationship. Akin to a friendship. An acquaintance. She minded not. But she knew. That she wished for a friend. And perhaps this one. In front of her. Would become just that.

"Correct."

He was right. It was her first time. And she was fighting. The urge to hack. And cough. All over the place. She was trying hard. To keep her composure. Not at all easy. When it was your first smoke. Her eyes watched him. As he finally seemed. To answer her question. His name was Eric. Eric with a Japanese last name. It was easy to pick those out. Seemed that they were unique. AS much as Chinese and Tai ones were, as much as German and Russian were. Last names were almost easy. To identify origin. Still though. He inquired. About her own last name. Which too. Was easy to place. Bix turned her head. To the side, exhaling. A lung full of smoke into. The roof stair well.

"Bix."

No last name. She never. Gave out her real name. Only her school file. And Pine. Actually knew her name. The others. She cared not to know. For they. Might try to think. They had something over her. Bix enjoyed. Keeping a wall between her and the rest of the world. Because she did not want. To have to deal. With more pain. Than she had already. Felt in her life. It was hard to get past. Pain that was deep. And she did not wish. To experience that. Again. She was new to the school. Obviously as she didn't. Actually go here. But that wasn't anything. She felt was. Important enough to mention. Inahling once more. She exhaled through her nose. To the side. Turning her head to the side. Once more.

"Skipping class, on day one?" Inquired the quiet woman.

-Sorry so short... I couldn't really think of a good reply-

[Eric Nakagawa]

"Just let it all out. You'll feel sick if you try to hold it in."

Eric was talking about just going ahead and coughing of course. It was natural to have that sort of reaction when you first started smoking. However, some people weren't so nice about it. His friends teased him the first time he touched a cigarette, and he felt just as embarrassed. Bix was lucky that she wasn't in a crowd of people that would tease her. It was only the two of them, and Eric wasn't the kind of guy who would make fun of a girl. He had more taste than that.

"Bix."

Eric stayed silent, waiting for her last name. However, it did not come. Her name didn't even sound like a real one. Was she foreign or something? Well, she did act strange enough to come from another planet, but he had the feeling that she was just giving him some sort of nickname. He finally decided that it was fine for him since there were several reasons why people hid their real names. A few years ago, he had a friend who hated his first name and went by a nickname. That was perfectly understandable.

"Skipping class, on day one?"

"Yeah, I don't really like school."

Eric looked a little down when he said that. Well, he didn't exactly hate school. He thought that a lot of the subjects they learned were pretty fascinating, and his grades were surprisingly decent. It was just that he felt as if his parents were sending him here just to get him out of the way. Honestly, Paragon felt like jail.

"But what about you? You're not in class either. You're skipping, aren't you?" Eric teased. He was now slightly more cheerful. She asked almost all the questions so far, so why couldn't he. Maybe this girl would become his first friend at this school.

[Bix]

Different School
No Difference

Bix was disappointed. This school. It really seemed. No different than her own. So similar. The people. The students. She was unsure. What she had wanted to find here. What she had meant to discover. But whatever. It had been. It was not here. And she found herself. Disappointed. This of course. Did not mean. She would be leaving. By no means. Was that the option. Just yet. It was merely. That she wished. She could get into. More fun things. More excitement. Even if. This guy decided to. Do something strange. Of the wall. Surprising. Anything. But the conversation. She felt. Was going no where. Though partially. That was her fault. And the inability. To let people in. Without extensive. Interest, trust, and other things. Laid out. Beforehand.

He mentioned. That she too. Was not in class. A very wise discovery. For she had no class. To attend here. And if Pine. One of the Genaht. Members found. Out that she had skipped. She would likely. Be in trouble. But whatever. She would deal. With the detention. If it came. She was not afraid. Of sitting at a boring desk. Staring at the boring black board. For an extra hour. Before or after school.

"touche" she countered.

Bix decided. Then. That perhaps. She would give him. A bit more information. On the matter. Sense. The conversation seemed. To be lacking. She felt that. He deserved. A real try. And Pine was always telling her. To try. and make an effort.

"Boring, class is. Unimaginative. Unable to hold, attention of mine. It is. Hard to sit through, I find the classes. Attention strays, often. Wish I, to be elsewhere." she explained to him simply.

[Eric Nakagawa]

So she was skipping class. A satisfied smirk appeared on Eric's handsome face. Well, maybe they could spend the rest of the day together, skipping class and complaining about school. That sounded pretty fun, and she was a cute girl despite her weird personality and way of dressing. Maybe he could even get his first date here. Eric loved hanging out with girls, and it wouldn't be long before this school realized how much of a playboy Eric could be.

He breathed in more of the cigarette smoke and held it in his lungs for a little more than five seconds. It was just something he liked to do when he smoke, but his lungs weren't good enough to hold it in that long. He learned in school that this was bad for your body and hundreds of thousands of people died from smoking, but he just couldn't help it. This stuff was so damn addicting and he felt like a god whenever he breathed in the toxic smoke.

"Boring, class is. Unimaginative. Unable to hold, attention of mine. It is. Hard to sit through, I find the classes. Attention strays, often. Wish I, to be elsewhere." she explained to him simply.

This girl had some sort of speech impediment. She didn't speak as naturally as the other people that Eric knew. He was aware that there were thousands of mentally challenged people in the United States, but he rarely met any of them. Maybe there was some special Ed class at this school, and she was a part of it. It was better not to ask since it would be rude, and he didn't want to offend her or anything. Or maybe she took so many illegal drugs that her speech got messed up?

"I know what you mean. Most of the classes here are boring and there's no creativity. Plus, the teachers are a bunch of assholes."

Well, Eric had no idea if this was true, but this was the case at every single school he had attended. How different could Paragon be? All of the teachers in the past were idiots who made his life miserable. It was because of them that he was stuck here in the first place. He hated them all.

Except for his old judo teacher. He was a great guy except for the fact that he sold illegal drugs to all the kids at his old school.