Coincedence On The Rooftops? Never. (Aunrea J.)

["Unfettered"]

Nostalgic As Ever

A moment of respite, a day of rest. Yeah, he'd been increasing his activity and aggression under the new system. But only him. The others were forced to watch him get beat up. Forced to take photos and observe from a distance. Forced to train him when he was already so slow and weighed down. But it was for their benefit. There was a reason. And even if it caused a strain between his comrades and himself... he would continue to do so.

But even a Nazi needs a day of respite. Even Hitler took the time to relax. Ghandi understood the need to meditate. The German understood this, and took the time to sit out there, in the middle of that familiar roof that really jump-started him on his so-called "career" in Public High School #259. Sitting cross-legged, arms on his knees, his face bent forward. Yes.

First time meeting with the first School Captain.

...And with her.

[Aunrea J.]

Aunrea began to skip merrily along the hallways of Public High School #259 carrying her bag of newly cleaned paint brushes, paint scraper, and 2 medium sized canvases. The school day had ended about 30 minutes before and she stayed after to finish her masterpieces. Stopping at her locker, she rummaged through it while contemplating what she wanted to do in her 2 hours off. Well, now it was 1 ½ . As she looked at the brownish colored, rusted, shelves of her locker she thought THE ROOF!. Aunrea enjoyed pracing about the roof tops. It was usually around twilight, but after school worked just as fine. She stuffed her paint brushes in the locker, grabbed her rainbow colored bag full of assorted knickknacks, stuffed the paint scrapers and canvases inside, and began down the hall in an effervescent mood.

Aunrea began to get jitters as she thought of the wind above the roofs and the fun of tiptoeing around the panels. She always did seem to find very strange things on roofs, and they were always welcoming. Well, usually. Miscellaneous balls and Frisbees were fun to find because she was able to take them back to The Sea of White. She tried playing with the PWJC (Pretty White Jacket Club) members, but they liked their jackets too much to take them off.

Continuing to the side of the building Aunrea looked up to find her method of climbing. In a split second she jumped up onto the railing of the stairs, up to the overhang of the front door, onto a fire escape and climbed up to the roof. Her bag was light enough to maneuver in, but the jingling of her assorted finds weren’t her normal, stealthy, ninja sound.

As she got up to the top she peered around and took in a deep breath, admiring her surroundings. As she looked around the rooftop expecting random knickknacks, she found another…person. What? Uncertain of whether or not to approach the person, she decided to wait there for a second to see if the person would react to her. She waited in her place for about a minuet as her brain wandered into the future possibilities.

After what seemed like five minuets she said piped up and said , “Uhm. I would ask you why you’re on the roof…but I’m here too. But I’m going to ask you anyways. Why are you on the roof…Of the school…here…?”[/color]

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["Unfettered"]

Always The Roof, Isn't It?

A light jingling sound. His ears twitched from underneath his hair, but his body showed no movement.

“Uhm. I would ask you why you’re on the roof…but I’m here too. But I’m going to ask you anyways. Why are you on the roof…Of the school…here…?”

...What?

The German opened up his eye, twisting up upper-torso about, and putting his right hand onto the ground, as he looked at he newcomer. Using his free hand, he moved the hair in front of his face, tucking it behind his ear. ...And therein, showing this girl his Nazi eye-patch over his left eye. However, his face seemed quizzical enough, left brow raised up.

"...I'm just here... 'resting,' I suppose. Nuzzing exciting," he'd respond somewhat monotonically.

"Unlezz... you came here vith somezing exciting to do?"

His lips would contort into a suddenly interested grin, as his eye grew sharp.

---A bit out of it, he wasn't aware of how that might come off to her. He simply was asking, in a way, if she was here to fight him.

...Resting himself onto both of his knees and putting his gloved hands flat on his thighs.

[Aunrea J.]

Aunrea stood in her spot as the person turned around. It was hard to seen them because the sun was behind them. They looked more like a shadow with a strange outline of color. The figure responded, ...What? AUnrea could hear it was a male, but had no clue who he was. She was normally good with voices because the people at the Sea of White would talk to her through the walls, and she always knew who they were. This, however, was a new person.

Slowly but confidently Aunrea walked up closer to him coming around the side so she could see him before she came closer. As she walked up to him he was tucking his hair behind his ear and he piped up with no emotion, "...I'm just here... 'resting,' I suppose. Nuzzing exciting,". His accent was a bit strange and she figured him from germany. It wasn’t the “W” s or the “S”s that gave him away or anything. Nothing like that. AUnrea figured he was safe and she sat herself down next to him. He added, "Unlezz... you came here vith somezing exciting to do?"

AUnrea didn’t know what to respond to his because she still wasn’t sure what she was doing up there. She looked at him in the eyes then her eyes driffed off into thought of what to do up there. She broke her concentrated look and began to look around in her bag. She pulled out a juice box, a lizard keychain, two buttons, a bag of oreos, and some string. “What can we do with this?” She said completely serious, trying to figure out what to do with it herself. She handed the man an oreo and began to open hers as she did.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: XD Sorry for the mess up on my end. If its in quotes and gray, then that's when "Unfettered's" speaking. Never when its in italics, unless it'd make sense if that was what he was supposed to say.

What Am I, MacGuyver?

...All the while, the German watched the girl as she paced about him, getting a good look at him. For some reason, he felt like he was being interrogated, even though she wasn't saying anything. Slightly intimidating, but, to be honest, the German found it a bit interesting, actually.

She settled into sitting next to him, throwing the German off a bit. So, she (as he still had nothing to really nickname her with or a name to call her by) wasn't here to fight. Alright. Instead of kneeling (which would start chaffing at his knees after a while), he settled back into just sitting, "Indian Style" as it was called (though the P.C. enjoyed remodeling it "cross-legged"), folding his hands across his chest as he moved his thighs about so that he could face her.

Well, she was staring at him.

---Only for his eye to suddenly shoot down to see what she was unpacking: a juice box, a key chain (Was that a lizard...?), two buttons (...What?), bag of oreos, string.

o_x

“What can we do with this?”

Serious. She was being completely and totally serious. Involuntarily flinching as he continued to stare at her because she'd decided to hand him an oreo, he recovered quickly, nodding, with a more neutral look on his face. Taking it with his right hand, he held it to his mouth, but lowered it down, hesitant---Not that he suspected that she had poisoned it. Just that this whole situation was very, very odd for him.

...

"Vell," slowly looking at the oreo, the ground, and then at the pile of things, "I can vatch you eat your lunch, und ve can get ourselves acquainted with each uzzer..." he said, almost uncertainly. His left brow (over his Nazi eye-patch) was elevated into a curious slant, considering her. It'd been a while since he'd done this... Might as well, with this God-given opportunity.

Slowly putting the oreo to his mouth, he'd use that hand, and extend it out to her, leaning forward as an offering to shake her hand. But he still had not taken a bite into the oreo, his saliva slowly just playing on the edges of the cookie, before his left hand took it back out, the oreo itself relatively still undamaged.

"Mein name is "Unfettered." Nice to meet you, Fraulen...?"

Fraulen, being "Miss" as an honorarium in addressing her, he only realized a moment later that this girl might accuse/assume that he was assuming that her name was "Fraulen."

[Aunrea J.]

{OoC: i can't get the font to go bigger!!!! MLEH!!!! maybe it's just my computer? GR! }



As she rummaged through the bag and pulled out her assorted items she could see that the boy twitched, from the corner of her eye. He has a twitch too…? I know lots of people with twitches! Pulling out a bag of Oreos she stretched out her hand towards him handing him one. With a bit of a dazed look he reluctantly took it.

Happily Aunrea opened hers to have all the cream to one side. She looked back at the boy who put the Oreo to his mouth, then lowered it again. Maybe he thinks it’s poisoned. Staring at him as she stretched out her tongue slowly towards the Oreo, still eyeing him, she licked it. Then her face, unable to keep the serious look, broke out into laughter, reassuring him that it was ok. Continuing to lick the Oreo the boy looked at his, then looked around while saying, “Vhell…….I can vatch ju eat jor loonch….und ve cun get ourselves aquvanted vis eaj uder.”

His accent took a second to get used to, but Aunrea could understand him after a few words. Aunrea looked down at her “lunch” and decided to put it away, just so she wasn’t rude by eating in front of him. She would have shared, but there was only one juice box. Looking around the roof top Aunrea sprang up, finishing her Oreo and began prancing around in a happy mood. The boy, teething the Oreo {OoC: teething?}, put his hand out to shake. Aunrea, now standing, bent forward so that she was at a more reasonable level, took the hand and shook it with a smile. "Mein name is "Unfettered." Nice to meet you, Fraulen...?" Fraulen? Maybe that’s a nickname…for…friend. Or…jumpy… Aunrea began to prance again and said with a giggle “My names Aunrea. It’s like Andrea…without the ‘D’”.