|
|
Post by Sky on Feb 24, 2007 19:17:36 GMT -8
Another slow day… and Sky couldn’t have be more content with it. He was unhindered by anything that went on at his new school do to his lack of involvement in anything, being like a ghost helped. Whenever possible the senior avoided contact with too many of his fellow students, it was the best way to be left out of the loop and thusly the troubles that abounded. No fights, no social politics, no worrying about anything other than doing his schoolwork and graduating… besides Sky had more important matters to focus on in his life, namely the raising of his daughter as a single father. That alone would be difficult enough but to compound on that he had to deal with a girl who was only ten years younger than him and adopted. Thinking about what her teenage years might be gave him nightmares…
But all of this was mostly irrelevant to why Sky had made his way to the roof of building one. The reason he was simple and quite unhealthy… he was going for a smoke. He had been smoking for about three years now, despite trying to quit every now and than… it always seemed that something would happen that just commanded him to smoke. As bad as it was to his health, the simple action calmed his nerves much of the time and took away of a lot of stress with every could he exhaled. The senior removed a cigarette from his pack and placed it between his lips as he strode toward the metal railing by the edge of the roof. It took a few flicks of his thumb to get his lighter to ignite a flame. He inhaled as the flame touch the paper tube causing it to crackle and burn sending a toxic smoke into his lungs. As he exhaled a long stream of the same smoke, Sky placed his back against the railing, propping his elbows on it as his blue eyes gaze out through his sunglasses toward the sea.
“… not too bloody bad considering everything…”
Everything meaning mostly all the times he could have died back at 499. Sky seemingly had the ability to make the strongest people in that school his mortal enemies. Ah well at least there was a small breeze blowing to relax and focus on…
|
|
|
|
Post by Keith on Feb 25, 2007 17:20:00 GMT -8
OOC: I'm going to join if it's cool with you.
After all the drama that went down on the school campus, it wasn't much different than what happened back at the school in NYC. Keith needed to loosen up a bit. There was always the calm and peaceful setting of the rooftop. All Keith wanted to do was have some peace and quiet time for himself. That's what he wanted.
Keith managed to hide a cooler in his locker and sneak it through the pillars, the campus guards, etc. The stuff inside the cooler was that precious to Keith. He was trying to avoid the other students, but they chose to assault him whenever they had the chance but with terrible results. Keith was debating with himself if transferring was the wise choice that he made.
He missed his friends and compatriots. But this was Keith's new life. It would seem that this rooftop would be one of his serene hangouts during his senior year at 259.
"I bloody have to get used to this school," he said to himself. With the small cooler in hand, Keith made his way towards the rooftop and opened the door.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sky on Feb 25, 2007 21:34:35 GMT -8
The sound of the door to the roof being opened shifted Sky’s attention from the breeze and far of horizon to whoever was coming through that every portal. It appeared to be another senior, about his own size, carrying a cooler. Almost instantly, the Brit began to think it was another transfer from another school since he had yet to run into too many seniors that had attended 259 all the way through. Those that did seemed very… meek in the presence they put forth where as this man did not. However, it did not matter what kind of presence this man had, or even further what kind of man he was, there would be no conflict on this roof today unless another person came up to challenge that guy. Sky had work in to get to his hard fought for internship at the hospital in an about an hour and a half…
Sky took another long drag off his cigarette before gripping it gently between the index and middle finger of his right hand. He tilted back his head as he blew the cloud into the breeze that would carry it away from him. Turning back toward the man, the Englishman shifted his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose with his middle finger to get a slightly better look before sliding them back over his eyes and giving a polite nod. To him the contents of the cooler were unimportant… he had no enemies, that he knew of, so no worry. Besides it was most likely some kind of alcohol and since Sky had to drive, he would not be joining in with such an activity… as much as he may have wanted to.
|
|
|
|
Post by Keith on Feb 26, 2007 0:03:29 GMT -8
Keith had made his way to the rooftop of the 259 campus. It seemed that he wouldn't be by himself. But Keith didn't care. Studying the figure, it seemed that this person too wasn't looking for a fight. Especially since he was having a cigarette. Coming to this school, Keith couldn't tell whom was a regular student and whom was a transfer. Didn't matter. Nobody start anything with him. In turn, Keith won't start anything with them.
However, Keith was pretty much by himself. This was pretty different from 552. Hell, he was alone. He was thousands of miles away from his old gang. But there were plenty of gangs at 552, take your pick and such. So, Keith probably wouldn't be getting involved in any gang activity for awhile. Back to the rooftop.
Keith adjusted his black shades and studied the other person. Seems that the two students wanted to kick back and relax. He gave a cool and polite nod to the other person. As long as today didn't involve any fighting, it was all good.
"I guess I'm not alone," Keith said with his English accent.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sky on Feb 26, 2007 1:27:39 GMT -8
An English accent? Well, well another Englishman how interesting this might be… Sky chuckled lightly at the thought. No he didn’t think he was the only one with English blood, considering many Americans are English descendants, but he did think he was the only one to grow up in England enough to gain the old accent. A pleasant surprise nonetheless. So, since the other man did not seem to in need for a fight, the 499 transfer could resume his reclined smoking against the railing leaving his fellow Brit to enjoy the contents of his cooler. He commented politely, as usual…
“Nope… you’re not. But I have no intention of hampering your relaxation period so pick you spot and enjoy the breeze from the sea. Nothing better…”
|
|
|
|
Post by Keith on Feb 26, 2007 13:26:02 GMT -8
Keith didn't have any English blood. But Asians living in either England or Hong Kong will have an English accent. Keep in mind that Hong Kong used to be an English colony. Then Great Britain handed Hong Kong back to China in '96. Three years later, Portugal would return Macau back to China. But that was besides the case.
“Nope… you’re not. But I have no intention of hampering your relaxation period so pick you spot and enjoy the breeze from the sea. Nothing better…”
Keith nodded and smiled. He would lean back against one of the walls and sit back. It was pretty nice, a high school by the beach. Opening the cooler, Keith pulled out an ice cold bottle of Smirnoff Ice Watermelon Twist. Keith never really liked the taste of American beer.
He was a person that liked his drinks sweet. Popping off the cap, Keith took a few sips of his drink. It was like a crystal clear soda with alcohol in it. It wasn't that much alcohol in the bottle. Smirnoff Ice was what you considered a malt beverage.
"Indeed. The sea is pretty tranquil. Especially at night and you see the light from the moon reflecting on the ocean waters."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sky on Feb 27, 2007 19:43:35 GMT -8
Appearances and voices could be quite misleading. After all, things are rarely what they seem… as polite and courteous as he was, Sky was not someone to piss off by any means. Of course, with his inactivity in the school’s inner politics and social workings, no one beside the other transfer from his old school knew about how quickly he could turn his opinion of someone if pushed in a certain way. However it would be quite difficult for this guy to pull such an act… so again there were no worries.
Perhaps the Brit had been wrong about his companions nationality, however he had not been wrong about the cooler’s content. That was a bit of a moral victory for him… he enjoyed guessing and predicting the actions of others. It was basically a way to gauge their personality and habits… then from that he could gauge their reactions to certain things until he hopefully had them pegged. That made life quite easy especially in dealing with that certain person, yielding the ability to use them like a puppet… if need be. However that was his darker side… long dormant… back to the dialogue.
“Agreed, good sir. Just one of the perks of living in California…”
|
|
|
|
Post by Keith on Feb 28, 2007 0:34:18 GMT -8
“Agreed, good sir. Just one of the perks of living in California…”
Keith could only nod in agreement as he took another sip of his malt beverage. California was indeed a nice change of environment. Least he didn't have people trying to kill him here unlike back in NYC. So yeah, the peace and tranquility of the ocean was indeed one of the perks of living in California. And Keith was going to cherish each and every one of those perks.
There were many things about Keith nobody knew. For the time being, Keith wanted things to stay that way. He didn't want to relive the harsh adversities at his last school that nobody else should suffer. Keith wanted to take this opportunity and make a new life for himself here at 259. He was a pretty calm individual.
However, he was a calm individual that knew how to dish out damage. Like that one person that tried to "assault" him in the hallway. The person named Thrush. Thrush paid for his futile attempt with a dislocated left arm. So that would give Thrush something to remember Keith by. Keith took another sip and took a deep sigh.
"Much better than the last school I went to," he added.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sky on Feb 28, 2007 1:16:16 GMT -8
Old school’s… who didn’t have a story about their old school that transferred to this school? Sky and his fellow 499 transfers had their share of war stories… in a very literal sense. It seemed that this other senior had his own fair share. It was almost poetic that all these seniors seemed to transfer to this California school in Long Beach in order to escape these pasts that haunted them all. Though the school being in Florida would have been much more… ironic… well funny at the least. Oh well…
The mentioning of old school’s made Sky think about everything he had been through and since then… not a pleasant trip down memory lane. Another drag off his cigarette to calm himself in a manner before he tapped a few more ashes over the school’s edge. He was becoming slightly disappointed that he had to drive later since he would have enjoyed a drink at that moment but there was also the fact he was going to the hospital for his internship… not a good thing to show up buzzed to. After the few moments in which this took a place the Englishman simply nodded.
“Again we agree… this is much better than my old school as well.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Keith on Feb 28, 2007 1:24:54 GMT -8
“Again we agree… this is much better than my old school as well.”
It seemed this person too had his fair share of war in the battleground known as highschool. This was one of the reasons Keith took up to more drinking, though he shouldn't be. He wanted to repress all the horrible memories of things he and his friends had gone through. Keith finished his bottle and placed it back in the cooler. The senior wasn't one to litter.
Keith disliked litter bugs because they were too damn lazy to put that stuff in a trash can. All you had to do was make a bit of effort and walk a few steps to the trash can. How fucking hard could that be? Keith took out a bottle of Orange Fanta to counteract the effects of the alcohol. Basically one alcholic drink and drink something without alcohol afterwards.
That way, you reduce the chances of getting drunk. Seems that these stories would make for great war stories around the campfire. But it wasn't the time to tell those stories.
"Name's Keith," he said introducing himself.
|
|
