Monster [Open]

[Tara Ritter]

Tara stood at her locker door and fiddled with the lock. It wasn't working for her. Why wasn't it working for her? She let go of it and took a deep breath. Chances were it was just because she was so worked up right now... Ya, like a lock could sense stress... Her faded blue jeans scuffed the floor, a little to long for her as she tried to keep calm. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail and was shivering because of the air conditioning and her wearing a tank top.

She was having a rough day. After her talk with the school captain, and coming to the realization that everyone in this school was a mutant, she wasn't feeling quite so comfortable here anymore. Every few moments she would glance over her shoulder wondering if someone was suddenly going to blow up, or burst into flames, or break down a wall or... something. Every student that looked at her the wrong way scared the crap out of her.

What the hell was she supposed to do? Maybe she should get out of here for the day or something... She took a hold of the lock again and tried to get it to open, but to no avail. She dropped her head onto the locker door, her forehead resting against the cool metal as she took deep breaths feeling pretty damn sorry for herself. She really shouldn't be this negative. For her moms sake, she needed to make this work. She just needed to be positive and make some friends. There had to be someone in this school who was nice right? She pushed off the door and glanced nervously around the halls as she gave the lock one last tug trying to open it.

[Cain]

And the appearance of the blue-haired male beside Tara would probably be enough to make her jump, as the junior came upon his own locker, his face looking quite blank indeed. His hazel eyes seemed lifeless as he stared upon the bottom of his locker, his right hand instinctively coming up and rotating the locking mechanism into the right combination. Hell, he was so used to such a locker that he did not have to see where he was rotating to to know which number he was at. It did not take long for the junior to open his locker, as the click sound emerged from the container itself, the blue-haired male finally raising his head.

At that moment, he had failed to notice the young female beside him who was having trouble with her own locker. He pulled open his locker with relative ease, the junior reaching back with his other hand to grab his bag and pull it off his shoulder. With a simple swing, he would throw it into the top of the locker, before pulling out a couple of books from below. He had a really short timetable that day, actually. At least, in his eyes. He had no mood to attend History that day, so he figured he might as well leave early for school after his Mathematics class. With that, he closed the door. Finally snapping awake from his earlier trance, he was finally able to divert his attention to Tara, his hazel eyes looking at her for a moment, before gazing upon her locker, his blue hair waving as he turned his head. He smiled.

"Having trouble with your locker, huh? The lock's probably just stuck against the side of your locker. Here, let me?"

He requested, giving her a soft hospital smile as he placed his left hand upon the side of her locker. It was a simple gesture, really, for her to step aside and let him do his work. As attractive as she was, Cain was not doing this to really get into her pants. It was just who he is. A friendly young boy who loved having fun. It was just that, to him, having fun was fighting. And getting better. And having lost his last few fights to Leon, Matrim, Gabriel and Emily, he knew that he had a lot of improvement to do. Once she would step aside, Cain would take her place and clench his right fist, before banging it gently upon the side of the locker, where the lock was.

"There. Try it now?"