Winters calling...(open)

[Bastille Amtrum]

Snow quilted the ground. Autumn leaves that had not escaped where now frozen beneath the glass like ice. Sharp yet fragile and cold. Any tears that may drip from branches or elsewhere where frozen over in an instant, joining the cold bed of cotton. The sea of snow went on for miles, trees and taller brush being the only ones sticking out from its clutches. A small cobble stone road had been dug up from under the glittering piles of frozen water and was still gleaming with its residue. Small lamp posts lined the road through the woods, each had its own wreath filled with red holly and pine scented branches from the ever greens that grew in the hills far from here. Pink and purple was the sun in the sky, yet it was unclear if it was rising or setting. Not at all out of place was a duel horse carriage carrying an elder man and a young girl only about 8 down the glistening road.

“Papa, why on earth are we taking the carriage, is that not why we have cars?!” Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham complained, her blonde hair flowing and curling out of her pink and white coat. She pressed her white mittens to her face in hopes to keep the warm breathe from letting out more of her precious body heat. Her uncle, Oscar, turned to her with a smile and a pat on the head as he held the reigns.

“This is how people should ride through winter, you loose its wonder from inside a motor vehicle.”

“Could it be your just old fashioned Papa…(she viewed her uncle more like a father then her own, whom she only addressed as my lord, or on special occasions Father). It is blasted cold” she hissed.

“HaHa” he chuckled and patted her head again. “Let us get you inside then with a nice warm cup of coco and a fire place, there you can practice your literary debating skills for your Uncle Oscar…”

“Bah” Was Bastilles only blushing reply. She would swear it was the cold that made her cheeks to red.


Bastille heard the bell ring. Suddenly she was jolted from her sleep. Her eyes turned to the windows with a small glimmer of hope. The glimmer died quickly as she saw out the thick musty glass.

“Right, it doesn’t snow here…” She frowned. “It only rains” she said scooting her chair out and standing up. Bastilles hair was now down her back. Long and wavy, and all of it, all of it was died blonde. People had been wondering who the strange girl was at the window…Bastille was not missed since she had never been there in the first place. But something had suddenly made Bastille dye her hair back to normal and begin going to classes as well as wearing uniforms or even the occasional dress. Lately however she wore the winter uniforms regardless of what people thought.

One habit she hadn’t broken, smoking. She quickly walked outside and watched as the rain came down upon the awning keeping her dry. She lit her cigarette and enjoyed the smoke as it filled her lungs. With a sigh she turned to glance at the sword case she still carried.

“One thing I cant give up, neh, is you old friend…” She smiled at her sword and looked back towards the sky taking another intake of nicotine.

[wanderer]

Well the school grounds were mostly empty because of the rain, most of the people taking shelter in the building or traveling as fast as they could between shelters if there was a reason for them to be outside. Eric himself rather enjoyed the rain, even in the chill of fall. There was something there that he just found soothing. Or perhaps a better word would be comforting. The rain reminded him of something lost long ago, something that he didn't think would ever return. But it was almost there when it rained, a faint phantom of the past that whispered in the presence of heaven's tears.

As he walked around the school grounds, content with some of the free time he had while some issues were settled, he noticed a familiar face standing under an awning having a smoke. A slight smile caressed his lips as he moved across the grounds, finding himself under the same shelter from the rain. He brought out his own pack of cigarettes, lighting up and taking a deep breath of the addictive smoke. He didn't speak for a moment, just listened to the rain as he let the first drag dwell in his lungs. After a few moments he breathed out and watched the smoke rise into the air.

"You look like your doing better then the last time I saw you." Eric said in a quite voice. He didn't give the specifics, they were in public and people had a habit of appearing out of nowhere. Still he wasn't sure that anyone would care at this school, but perhaps the girl he was standing near would. Taking another drag, he looked up toward the sky. The rain was dancing, its pattering steps could be seen and heard. He let this wash over him as he waited to see if the other smoker would say anything.

[Darius S. Parrish]

Darius was definitely taking a huge chance by doing what he was doing, but he really didn't care. This school was full of trouble makers and violent offenders, and he wasn't doing anything to hurt other people.. Even if it was illegal, he wasn't going to stop. What exactly was Darius doing? Smoking weed on school grounds..

Ofcourse it wasn't all that easy for anyone to discern that it was weed, unless of course you were around the area to smell it. Lucky for him the weather was rather crappy and most people seemed to be avoiding the school grounds because of it. He on the other hand wasn't going to 'melt'. Darius actually enjoyed the rain himself. Though by now his hair, jacket and just about every other piece of clothing he had on was soaked. It was time for him to take cover.

He had been walking the grounds with the joint cupped in his head, covered from the rain fall. It was nearly finished though, so he had decided it was time to head toward the nearest school entrance. The junior continued to follow along the building's wall, peeking into classroom windows as he passed by. It wouldn't be too long before he'd approach the stairway which was covered by an awning.

Darius' grey iris' would catch sight of two people currently underneath it though. He'd lift what was left of his recreational drug and put it to his lips as he silently approached. Maybe they wouldn't notice. Even if they did, both of them seemed to be around his age. And if they told on him, Darius could easily dispose of the evidence by eating it.. Yup, he'd be fine. Taking cover from the rain, he'd simply smile toward them both and let out a small greeting directed to no one specifically.

"Hey'oo"

[Bastille Amtrum]

“heh, your one of the first to notice me with this new hair style…better might be” But she cut off watching the kid with weed coming towards her. She could smell the fowl stench of it but she didn’t mind, she wasn’t an officer so it wasn’t her job to arrest him. It was also a well known fact she had committed worse crimes.

“Yo” she said lightly before flicking her bud into the rain and watching the embers die under the pouring water.

Her crimson hues turned to look at the two guys next to her. Class wouldn’t start for a while, it was lunch break as far as she was concerned. Though the nagging feeling came to mind that she didn’t even have a class next anyway…shrugging she crossed her arms over her red blouse shirt and sighed. It was getting colder, she would need a jacket soon.

"Introduction would be nice, unless you want me to call you 'pot pie' forever" Bastille motioned to the young boy, or at least thats how she saw it. She felt old enough to be his grandmother yet she knew in essence of years she was actually probably not much older at all. Pot was for the weed, but pie replaced head in the phrase because to be honest Bastille thought he resembled something of a puppy. Not in that bad respect, but people never took that term well... She let her mind go trying to ponder a new description.

[wanderer]

"Details are always important They can be a life saver sometimes." Was Eric's reply before the boy smoking the joint came too close. While he couldn't see specifically what the boy had been smoking, there was a very unique smell to weed. At this point Eric didn't care, he was still applying for a teacher position at the school. At this point he had no authority here and it was even sure if he would ever. He looked over at the new kid and nodded before taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Seems everyone is taking a break now. Wonder how many people will fit in this small shelter?" He guessed Bastille wasn't talking to him when she referred to calling one of them 'pot pie'. But then again he hadn't exactly given the girl his name last time they had crossed paths. He wondered if she knew his name some other way or if she just didn't feel the need to ask. Either way didn't matter to him, if she asked she asked. If she didn't they would leave it at that. But the older assassin wondered about the new boy a little. Hearing people's stories was interesting sometimes. At a school like this it was usually more so then not. He blew smoke from his nose as he waited to hear the boy's response to Bastille's question.

[Darius S. Parrish]

Yo. Introduction would be nice, unless you want me to call you 'pot pie' forever.

Darius would have been in the middle of a hit when he heard her speak, and he couldn't help but choke a little as he attempted to keep himself from cracking up too hard. Okay, so it wasn't that funny. But weed had an amazing effect on the mind. Even the stupiest of things could be hilarious under it's hold. Those glazed grey orbs would focus upon the female for a second before they'd slide to the male and catch his nod.

"Darius.. But 'pot pie' is probably the coolest nick-name anyone's ever given me. Can I get some names for the faces?"

A small smirk would slide upon Darius' face as he stood there. He'd take one last hit before extending his hand out and waving the remainder of his joint in front of them. He was offering, after all it was only the polite thing to do. If they refused, he'd simply shrug and lift his foot, stubb the roach on the sole of his shoe and then pop that said roach into his mouth and swallow it like a pill.

Seems everyone is taking a break now. Wonder how many people will fit in this small shelter?

"From what I've seen so far.. We'd be lucky to get one or two more before people started trying to kill each other.."

His words would kind of die off for a second and Darius would eye both of them, and their cigarettes. It wasn't like he was a regular smoker, but occastionally he enjoyed a cigarette here and there. As long as his mother never found out, he'd continue to live a happy life. Unfortuantely he never bought them for himself.

"Can I bum a cig from one of you?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

“aye, Bastille…” She said smoothly and clinked her sword. However she did not go to grab her box of cigarettes. Just because she had a little bit of a turn around didn’t mean she was now willing to poison the lungs of the youthful regardless if they did it themselves. Turning to look at the other man, she raised a brow.

“and you would be, I didn’t catch your name last time I met you…” She said smirking. This guy was rather interesting to her. However she was careful not to be too keen on her interests or satisfying her curiosities. They always had a habit of getting her into trouble. For now she smoothed out her white skirt and began fiddling with the cuffs on her sleeves again. Her hair, she pretty much ignored despite it getting slightly wet.

[wanderer]

After Bastille introduced herself, Eric nodded to Darius. "Eric Sidel, possible teacher at this school since I just applied. So while I'm not going to do anything about the weed you were just smoking, I don't think it would be a good idea for me to give you a cigarette." As Eric spoke he took one last drag off his coffin nail before dropping it to the ground and grinding it in. "Plus it's a bad habit to get addicted to." Eric grinned a little, his tone somewhat joking. Talking to a smoker about their habit and how it was bad was kind of like racist jokes. If you were a smoker it was alright to a degree, like mentioning how it is a bad habit or they'll kill you some day. If you weren't a smoker it was preaching and it got old fast.

Eric looked between the two others that were under the awning with him. "So anything of interest happen lately? Things seem pretty quiet around here. Well, as quiet as this school gets." He was tempted to pull out another cigarette, but Eric just shrugged it off mentally and pushed it to the back of his mind. No need to rub his smoking while Darius didn't have any in the boy's face.

[Darius S. Parrish]

Darius noted both their names, but he nearly shit his pants whens Eric mentioned he might be a teacher here soon. While the man had assured Darius he wouldn't do anything about the joint he was smoking, that didn't settle with him any better. He'd quickly stub it out, and pop it like a pill. Maybe some would see it as odd, but he didn't have any qualms about it. He'd just been feelin' really good for the rest of the school day.

"It's all good. My mother would probably kick my ass if she found out I started smoking cigarettes again.."

The junior's hands would drop to his side, but only briefly, as his right hand would lift and those fingers of his would wrap around the dogtags which hung at his neck. It was just something he did at times, it gave him a little comfort. And in this school, comfort was something you didn't get too much too often.

So anything of interest happen lately? Things seem pretty quiet around here. Well, as quiet as this school gets.

"Eh, I can't really help you with that question. I've only been here a couple days now. Just recently enrolled.."

He'd shrug after he spoke, and then those grey eyes of his would slide from the two people before him, to glance about the campus grounds. He was still getting accustomed to the his new life in a public school. It was all pretty new to him, and Darius hadn't realized just how dangerous a place like this could be until he had arrived for his first day. Some people here just seemed quite unstable.

[Bastille Amtrum]

“heh. I just got back from England…seems the school has calmed down. I wonder what has happened, it feels as if some strange occurrences just shook this place and now the hum of tension is as still as death in the air…. Curious. I do wonder…” She said with a small forlorn look in her eye before turning back to both boys near her. She smirked lightly at them both. All of them where going to get soaking wet out here, the rain was coming down sideways now.

“It is odd though, to see this place so calm…really if not the calm after the storm, it most certainly is the calm before it....it seems I have missed so much in my absence…”

With this note, she gave off a loud sigh and a bit of a dramatic pout as if she just missed the most famous male star falling flat on his face. Bastille had used to be rather strong as a fighter, seemed her fighting skills had diminished, oh well…she could still hold her own.