A little recuperation.. (open)

[Travis Delmonte]

Well, here he was. Travis, one of the kids that had helped defeat the Apollo wannabe. Was Travis happy? Not really. Sure he had helped defeat that crazy man. But he had suffered for it. His leg was currently screwed up. All because of the last attempt at and attack that Apollo did. Damn those spines. And damn that fake god.

So right now, the gang leader was slightly crippled. He had a pair of crutches and his leg was currently wrapped up. At least there wasn't anything permanent done to it. He would have hated being crippled for the rest of his life. The doctors said it would heal rather quickly, and that there would probably only be a few scars. That didn't really bother him though.

Travis' eyes would wander about the school courtyard. He was currently resting upon the edge of one of the few fountains that were about the campus. He didn't have class right now. Or at least thats what he would say to anyone that asked. He did have class, it was just on one of the higher floors up, and he didn't feel like dragging his ass there.

So for now, he would just sit and rest at the fountain. He would notice a few students that passed by pointing. Or he would hear the gossip of a few girls. All about him and the others from that day the gods came. Travis had no idea what happened after Aureus and Travis had beaten Apollo. He had been taken to the nurses office fast, and then to the hospital.

(OOC: Eh.. Shitty. But oh well. -_-)

[akada]

"Hmm... I heard about your injury.. but you guys managed to dispose of him none the less, makes me wonder sometimes if Asiv wasnt just testing you guys again when he pulled me back... but he wouldnt do that.. I guess."

A slight chuckle, and a hand would have pulled back, running fingers through that long blonde hair and glancing over at him. A cap of red and white hanging on his head, shadowing his upper face a bit, concealing the deep vibrant glow of those red hues, a genetic defect, involving the blood vessels in his eyes.. it was a problem when adrenaline began to flow, as quite literally, he saw red, as everything turned into a red haze over the more lax setting as right now. One could tell when he had recently gotten in a fight, as they expanded to the point it was easily noticed. If he had been relaxed for the entire time it would have been a blue tint.

" Then again I guess you succeeded in a test if you could call it that. Mm.. I suppose I should ask.. Why arent you in class?"

[Travis Delmonte]

A familiar voice. Travis had heard it on more then one account. Hiroko. A rather.. crazy teacher? Maybe. Though he could understand why there would be teachers like that at schools like this. This school could be violent, as many others were. Students often liked to cause trouble, and some of them were actually dangerous. Though Travis didn't really care about that. As long as he was left alone, he was happy.

But it seemed that this teacher was not angry. Or at least Travis couldn't tell if he was. He seemed a lot more relaxed then he was the first time Travis had met him. After all, Hiroko wasn't currently trying to crush him under his massive frame. Travis' gaze would soon lift, turning his head slightly to look up at the teacher he would not like to cross any time soon. He would stay silent for the time that the teacher spoke. And then came the question he figured he would hear.

"Why arent you in class?"

With a small huff of air, his right arm would drop down, fingers grazing the surface of the water. Soon enough his lips would part, and his tongue brushing against his white teeth. His words rolling out in a rather low tone. Not angry, or upset. Not even the little bit annoyed.

"Free period.. What about you? Aren't you suppose to be.. teaching? Or beating the shit out of naughty students??"