Another Boring Day ( M.A.P/Open )

[Kevala Badoer]

It was another long and tiresome day at school. Not really filled with classes since Kev only had one that she had to finish up before graduation, but more filled with her duties as one of the pillars of the school.

Sighing softly she made her way up to the roof, needing a serious cigarette break. Hell she had started drinking again, might as well smoke to.

Both of which she knew were bad habits but meh, with the way life was going right now, she could care less.

Moving to take a seat upon the edge of the roof, her feet dangling over the edge, her mind ran to the darker thoughts of her subconcious.

Sometimes she thought about how it would feel to just....jump....but all she had to do was look down at the scars on her wrists to remember the pain she would cause him if she did such a thing.

Even if the man would never admit it out loud, he loved her, just not enough to be with her. Which sadly enough made perfect sense to her.

Shaking her head she drew herself out of her daydream and would let those icy hues scan over the people below her, a brush of her tongue against her lower lip as she drew out a cig and lit it, taking in a deep drag and closing her eyes.

The rush of the nicotine just what she had been needing over the past few hours.

For now she was alone, which was nice, something she rarely got these days....But she had a feeling that would not last for long....

Never did.

[M.A.P.]

Ah fresh air? Not quite so... there was a shapely figure sitting off to the side, a small white stick hanging from her lips and swirling smoke.

Violets studied the around area. High up, safe... this whole school was an interesting place. She was known partially by the staff, it seemed- she was at least on the attendance rolls. She had walked the halls and said not a syllable to anyone. This place felt cold and lonely... but she was unsure as to why. Only made sure to sit by a window, though she compulsion was to stare at the boards or the instructors, one of which made a very loud and obvious comment on staring down staff.

Regardless, she'd stumbled upon stairs and followed them to outside sunshine and air. She walked slowly towards the figure and making sure to stay out of arms reach, she flopped onto the ground and gave a small smile- it was a well worn, but still awkward and unfamiliar expression for her.

She watched the twirling, whirling smoke- her voice soft and almost cheerful with inflection, "What's that?" her hand was up, she was pointing at the white stick.

[Kevala Badoer]

Kevala turned to the sound of another girl's voice as she took another drag off of her cigarette. Her brow raising slightly as the girl pointed at said cigarette and asked what it was.

Was she serious?

Okay wait....Kev was going to a school where strange shit happened all the time, so yeah, to think the girl was being serious was not that far fetched.

"Its a cigarette."

A simple answer though spoken with a soft tone and a smile. The same way Kevala greeted every new person she came in contact with.

It was just the way she was. She always TRIED to be nice to everyone unless they gave her a reason not to be. She would take another long drag and then as she exhaled she would use her free hand to extend outward in a friendly gesture to shake hands.

"I am Kevala...You are?"

Figured she might as well introduce herself....seeing as how they had never met before. Right? Right. Kevs icy hues noting the girls appearance.....Very pretty...at least in Kev's mind she was.

[M.A.P.]

She snapped her fingers, committing the item and word to one another for memory. It was... normal for her to forget, or at least she thought it was- she was still relearning it all. Everything from before. Even who and what she was supposed to be, serve, or represent. Not your usual teenage angst... though by her own subconscious count she was well into her eighteenth year... maybe late seventeenth.

The cool eyed girl seemed unaffected by her presence- nor bothered. This appealed to her in a way unexpressed, as of so far she had been yelled at, swung at, and even pushed into a locker for the sake of appearance. Was this person perhaps someone she had never met? A chance to meet someone who could direct her down the correct path? Or perhaps someone who would be more likely to throw her from the roof and spit- just to see which landed first?

Regardless of the present worry... Violets watched the smoke twist as it was exhaled, almost as if she could read missing words or messages in the smoke. She had been lost in her own thoughts, M.A.P. jerked back only slightly as the hand came out to be shaken, and having been struck once already today- she was running on high cautionary level.

Recovering from the initial surprise, she cautiously took the other girls hand with a firm, though light grip, her small well practiced smile present, "Everyone calls me M.A.P." but she didn't let go- handshakes were new to her.

[Kevala Badoer]

Kev watched as the girl seemed to be adding the name of the object in question to her memory. A slender brow raising slightly as she wondered what the hell that was all about, but not really thinking on the matter too long.

She figured there was some tragic story behind why something so common as a cigarette would be forgotten like that and honestly it was not in her to pry like that.

So she would just continue to smile and wait, watching as the girl took her hand and finally offered up a name.

"It is nice to meet you M.A.P"

Strange name for what was shaping up to be a strange girl. Kev liked her already. Yet when she did not get her hand back she would again let that brow raise slightly. Not wishing to be rude but deciding that perhaps she should make note of the fact that she would at some point like her hand back.

"Umm...I sorta need that hand."

A little laugh, not at the girl in any way, more at the situation and to make it clear that she was in no way offended or upset at the slightly long capture of her hand.

"So I have not seen you around here before. New? Returning?"

She would draw her hand back, assuming that the other girl released it, and place it on her hip as she finished off her cigarette and tossed it over the side of the roof.

Those icy hues scanning over the girl and studying her features once more. More out of habit than anything else.

[M.A.P.]

"Umm...I sorta need that hand." Kevala told her.

M.A.P. was quick to let go of the slender hand, her face registering confusion instead of embarrassment. Pulling her knees to her chest, her skin showing through the tears and tatters, tilting her head to the side, poorly cut hair flaring around her face only slightly- M.A.P. contemplated the meanings behind the hand contact. It was obviously a greeting for introduction... perhaps a way of showing the opposing person 'no harm meant' or to inform them of their indifferent equality. What an odd gesture... maybe she was reading too much into it, or possibly too little?

"So I have not seen you around here before. New? Returning?" came the next question- the shaken hand resting on the hip.

Indifference perhaps? Body language was difficult, M.A.P.'s subconscious read more into the muscle structure and chance to win in a hand to hand combat- than bothering to help her figure out the appropriate, though still awkward, personal facial and body language responses.

That aside, she would watch the cigarette finish its lifespan and be sent flying to its doom over the edge of the building. Shivering slightly, a flash of a similar event to a girl with long hair passed silently through her memory. Shaking her head, violets returning to Kevala. She had no sense of ugly or pretty... in fact in the world of black, white, and gray- there is only shape and definition. Kevala was similar to a picture she had seen- one of a woman with a tiny smile...and no eyebrows- though Kevala had those.

"I don't... remember to be honest," she wrapped her long arms around her legs- her tattered shirt exposing wiry muscle in bits and places, "I'm registered her and people seem to know who I am, so I can only guess I have been here long enough to be known."

M.A.P. looked around then back up to the other girl, "I do not understand the hierarchy here- I understand the instructors but not so much the students. I suppose it sounds odd... I have been here.. and I haven't been here- I've met many but know none, she slowly stood- towering over the other girl with ease but not intentionally- M.A.P. was just a bit tall for a girl, "...it sound... weird- doesn't it?"

[Kevala Badoer]

Kevala looked up toward the girl...most people were taller than she was so she had gotten used to it by now. Icy hues keeping watch on the girl's face as she spoke.

It did indeed sound odd but at the same time it sounded very tragic, just as Kevala had suspected. Amnesia. That was the best her mind could come up with at the moment based off of the little bit of information that the other girl had given her just now. Finally she would speak, her tone as soft and friendly as ever.

"I would not try too hard to understand the students here. Honesty it gives me a headache half the time."

It was true. Everyone here was so complex and strange, that trying to understand then just required too much brain usage and even then you never really understood them.

"But I am sure if you are registered here that you have been here befiore....Perhaps in time it will start to come back to you."

She offered up that friendly smile as she placed her hands in her lap. Unsure how to really address the issues that the girl was having. At least Kev had her memories...even if they were ones she would rather forget.

[M.A.P.]

"I would not try too hard to understand the students here. Honesty it gives me a headache half the time."

M.A.P.s attention was already drawn to another aspect of the human consistency. The smile. She knew for a fact that her smiles were well practiced and awkward- hours in front of a mirror just to watch the facial expressions. The benefit was she could draw beautifully from hours of trying to establish body language and facial expressions- but her very existence was awkward. Long arms hanging at her sides, she tilted her head to the side- what a strange thing people were with motions and gestures.


"But I am sure if you are registered here that you have been here before....Perhaps in time it will start to come back to you."

Tilting her head back, yellow bruises and cuts visible from her last escapade appearing across neck and collarbone. Violet eyes settling on the girl and looking her over for a long moment.

"Your optimism is inspirational," bending backwards and landing on her palms- pushing her lower body to follow- a loud series of cracks being heard. M.A.P. performed a handstand. Her shirt falling up around her chest, ribs visible- not from flexing but from lack of available food in the park, she planted her feet to the ground and crouched in the exact same place where she had once stood.

"The only thing I'm truely worried about is if I'm missing out on a home or a job..." she bit her lip and stared up, almost directly in the luminous orb of the day, then back to Kevala, her expression lost and blank, " that is what I should be worried about right? Home and Occupation?"