Stuck (Open)

[Kirsten]

Okay, take a deeeeep breath... good, good... now let it out slowly... ahhh, very good... now, take another one... mmm...

...I can't do this for much longer!

Kirsten thought sullenly, digging her nails into her hands as a way of relieving herself of the stress she'd been busy building up for the past fifteen minutes. She walked back over to the door and pulled on it. Locked. She had half a mind to kick it, but any sensible person knew that this would only have any effect in a predictable Hollywood movie. And if Kirsten was anything, it was sensible. Drifting back to her place by the ledge, she looked down.

Well, at least I've got a nice view... she thought to herself with fake excitement. She knew that's what her therapist would have recommended: trying to keep things light and make the best of her situation. She tried to do this for the next couple of minutes. She really did! But then she got to thinking about how bad it'd be if she fell... how her face might looked flattened against that cool field of grayness that was concrete...

Kirsten winced.

Have to... get off... get out... of here...!

She thought unsteadily, biting hard on her bottom lip until it bled. Tucking her hands into her armpits for warmth, she closed her eyes and prayed for sunlight. Just as she was lifting her face to the clouds, something wet landed on the tip of her nose. A moment later she heard a thunder clap, and it began to drizzle. Kirsten bit down on her lip even harder.

If she was the kind of person to release her anger by way of cursing, every bad word ever to exist in the English language would have left her mouth by now. But given that cussing was not an immediate part of Kirsten's nature, she was stuck with choosing one of two things: she could continue to do what she was doing now, biting down on her lip, digging her nails into her skin, stepping on her own feet--disfiguring herself, in English. Or, she could do that other thing. The one that she was reaally good at.

Panic.

Running back over to the door, Kirsten began to pound hard against the thick metal. Huge dollops of water rolled off her face and after a while she couldn't tell if they were from the sky or just teardrops, but it really didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was getting back inside.

[Purr-Moi?!]

WOW.

Miria was actually at school! Well she was only here for the food.
After weeks ,maybe even months coming to this school..she still got lost in this building.She walked in a hallway, her arms crossed behind her head-leaning against them.Again her beloved guitar traveled with her on her back.

"Mwaaaa~ fOOOOOD"

Once she wandered around she decided to sat down somewhere, and where else than the staircase?What was with stairs? Come to think of it..allot happened where stairs were around. she hoped that it would be quiet today, it was her 'lazyeatallIwantplaymyguitardieifyouarguewithme' day.

She crossed her legs , placing her guitar next to her and leaned back against the steps.There was a small window right infront of her and from there she could tell that some heavy weather was on its way. She closed her eyes and frowned a bit. Bad weather always made her feel weird,why? how? she didn't know..why did she had such a troublesome fried brain in her head!!?. But just when she was about to sink into a deep depression about her brain ,her stomach made a growling sound.

Miria sighed and pushed herself off the steps,grabbing the neck of the guitar. Time to resume my search for food.

Just when she was walking away she heard a loud banging noise.She shrugged ,thinking it was a idiot running against a locker..but then another bang was heard..another,and another.

Finally her maternal instincts kicked in!

She ran up the stair while holding the guitar by its neck in one hand, damn that thing weighed a ton!Miria was heading towards where the noise came from.Soon she reached a door and yelled while trying to catch her breath.

"OI IS SOMEONE THERE?!!"

Just to be sure, because one time..there was a stupid pigeon humping the door.

While waiting for an answer she tried to open the door with her free hand,pushing against the door.

[Kirsten]

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Footsteps...

...and then, finally, a voice.

Kirsten felt so overjoyed that she actually stopped in her attempts to knock down the door and instead stepped back into the furious thing that was the storm and did a little dance step.

One can only guess what possessed her to do such a thing, but wouldn't you know she was cursed when as soon as she was through, she found not only was she now newly soaked through to her underwear, but apparently as she'd been dancing some sky creature or another had gotten "the urge" and now she smelt an awful lot like doo-doo.

I don't even want to know what that white stuff is... Kirsten thought, eyeballing her shoulder.

She scurried back over to the door.

"Yeeesss! Please open the door!" she cried to whoever was on the other side of the door. She needed hot water and a change of clothes fast, otherwise this thread might as well be renamed to "The First Day from Hell".

OOC: Sorry for teh late post.

[Tomahara]

Tomahara was falling the strange thing was the note that it was not all the clear where he was falling from, although he could see where he was falling to and it was not a good sight. He sighs and the closes his eyes as he slams down right next to some female pounding on a door. He clung to whatever surface it was he was on as a resounding crack resonates from his chest. His face in the floor he mutters some muffled words somehow relateing to a squirrel and shakes his head. "Can you open the door?" He says looking up at the female as it rained on him. She wasent all that bad looking specily in the rain.

He slowly shifts his weight and somehow pushes up to a sitting stance and his rib area cracks again loudy. "OWWW" he yells as he clutches his chest. He again mutters something about squirrels.

[Purr-Moi?!]

Miria heard a voice, a girls voice and then nodded her head. She knew what she had to do. Her guitar will not like this.

"Stay back!"
She, herself took a step backwards and unstrapped the blue guitar from her back.With her two hand arounds its neck ,Miria slowly raised her guitar above her head and tightened the muscles in her arms.

here we go.

With one swing of her guitar she smashed her own guitar into the door. After a few seconds the door reacted to its defeat and blew open.

In a cool pose she stood there with her guitar pointing down to the ground. She then smiled and greated the girl.

"Yahoooo~!~"

She dropped one hand from her guitar and pushed the door out of her way. Miria walked to the girl and placed her hand on her head.

"Are you Okay?"

Her silver right eye stared down at the girl as she ruffled her hair a bit.




ooc: GOMEEEEENN I HAD BURN OUT.punish me!...even though I will like it.