Reunions (David Blaze)

[Jayr Byrne]

Figuratively speaking.

Being hot Sucked. Thats right it was a blazing hot day and Jayr was not satisfied with this wrath of the God(s), although the feeling wasn't mutual amongst those who persisted to take upon a glancing expression in her direction she couldn't lend them the same focus. The greater good could wait and she'd just have to rely upon her own necessity to keep cool.

Wearing a white tank top matched with her cheerleader's skirt from 774 she stood out amongst the predominantly male population that surrounded her in the cafeteria. Of course today had to be the day the urchins in the back served up chili and salsa, not to mention the day the AC broke. It all just seemed fairly painful and unnecessary.

"Guhhhh.." Jayr would fume, the rouge in her cheeks coming to light, taking her hand to pat at the nape of her neck to cool down before pounding on the table impatiently.

"Jess better get here quick with my water or..... or. Guhhh."

Jayr fumed silently under her breath still focusing on the table figuring its solid stone surface was cooler that the heated air of meshed breath around her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Fortunately enough for Jess, cripples got to cut to the front of the line. Whilst laughing to herself about the slight advantage it gave her in the normal lifestyle she contemplated if it'd not be better if her and Jayr switched places. Her newly acquainted best friend had definitely sparked the appearance of a beauty queen who could hardly stay motivated with anything but herself. It'd probably be in her best interest to play the handicapped individual and soak up the glory.

"Hey Mushroom sack!" Jess called out being not too great on the personal insults but found humor in the oblique ones, "Fan now."

She'd sit back in her chair and clap three times before the boy trotted over slowly to share his electric fan. Thank the God(s) pity parties worked too well. Sitting back relaxing she let her eyes trace over towards Jayr as she sweat, something in her mind simply triggered to play a horrid prank.

"Hehehe..." Jess would cackle forming her hands into a pyramid shape and letting her eyes narrow, "Excellent."

[David B.]

"Y'know, i think i've seen her somewhere."

"Who?"

"That girl."

"What girl? Theres like, three hundred of them."

David looked back to the face of the male who was speaking, a red haired, soft eyed boy whose mouth twitched into the curve of a smile. Smartass. David shook his head, ignoring the jab and instead looking back to where his gaze had previously been. Where had he seen her before....552? No...He couldn't- His eyes narrowed. She was the ex-Captain of 774. What was she doing here? Had the school gone under? He didn't know why it would, it wasn't nearly as volatile as 259, and they had lasted throug the test of time. He took a deep breath, a little curious as to the reasoning behind it. He had seen far too many people from schools who held a vast reputation. What was going on?

"Why don't you stop gawking and just go talk to her?"

David turned around, looking down on the frame of Youichi. She rarely spoke, so her voice surprised him slightly.

"I wasn't gawking."

"Right."

David really needed friends who didn't make fun of him so much. He shook his head before coming to his feet, deciding to take advice of his younger companion. He walked over smoothely, hands in the pockets of his coat, stopping before her and leaning in slightly.

"Excuse me...do i know you?"

He now knew who she was, but he wondered if she would remember him. He doubted it. Still, might as well test out her memory, if for no other purpose then to see if it was good or not.

((Lame post. Sorry mate.))

[Jayr Byrne]

Current, not Ex....

"Excuse me...do i know you?"

Jayr's eyes turned up slowly to acknowledge the face and the voice imploring such a question. No doubt she was memorable but she doubted the fact that she was a huge player in all these school politics. So the default expectation of that question was some punk kids attempt at a pick-up line. The frames of her lips pursing with a slight irritation however she managed to put a smile on, she hated ruining first impressions.

Her cerulean eyes looked over him once immediately recognizing him, she had a thing for faces. David Blaze, so far as she remembered he was big, tough badass who came by to visit 774 for awhile. And of course their little twitter battles didn't go forgotten anyway. A slight pain as far as rational but it was the end result that mattered right.

She'd stare up leaning her chin against a hand trying to remain undismayed by the heat and would compose herself regally. "David Blaze, of course, how could I forget."

She wanted to interject with a further statement however caught the words before she blurted them out. No sense in being a pest. Forming a simplified smile on her face she tilted her head past him at those friends he'd been so fond of moments ago, then returned back to him expectantly as though he'd somehow been set up or if he'd rather grace her with yet again another combative duel of words, or better suited for him fists.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Meanwhile, in the sought after gingerbread forest. A lone creature of the ginger type stood amidst the tree line stocked with her brethren of sorts, brethren of a darker shade making her standout fiercely so.

Jess would look up and down noting that she was the smallest person, and the only girl left in line. Eyes narrowing at them while she flailed in her chair briefly for attention. Damn. Peevishly she'd cast another glance over towards Jayr this time catching another boy there. Man that girl. Her plan needed to be set in motion in order to have a full effect. Scooting forward with the force only wheels could provide Jess was now....

....At the front of the line.

"Three water's please." She'd say all too sweetly for her maniacal presence.

[David B.]

David, not knowing the girls own personal thoughts about him, held no such inhibitions toward the female. She seemed nice, a little Naive but altogether, held her composure. Their internet discussions, as David saw them, were enlightening to character, not necessarily a notice of wrong doing or thinking. David took a seat across from her, cracking his knuckles and leaning forward a little, hands under the desk, as though he was whispering to her a secret he didnt want the world to hear.

"What happened at 774? Whats with all the Transfers?"

He wondered if perhaps something had happened that had caused her to to move here in her personal life, or if it was some ploy of the school system to put all the worst students in the same school. Either way, he wasn't fond of the fact that so many of the toughest students in the school were under one roof. He kept an eye on his compatriots too, not worried about the fact that Sight had gotten up, and was not currently behind a girl asking for some waters.

"Hello beautiful." Sight would say with a polite smile. Should the female give him the time of day, he would hold out his hand kindly. "Augustus Ronshield. But my friends just call me sight. Might you have a name, angel?"

[Jayr Byrne]

The Wet Deed.

Jayr shrugged off his taking a seat with her, the more the merrier right? She made forth an attempted smile and while she still felt slightly irked at his attempts at being superior to her whether or not that was his intention over the web she'd hold forth her common bravado and shine through a smiling face.

"What happened at 774? Whats with all the Transfers?"

Jayr wouldn't fidget to the whispered statement, as if it were top secret, Jayr simply smiled and laughed gently in return to his priority one cover up.

"Nothing happened. Its in rather good shape actually." Jayr would have a bright flawless smile not regretting her choice, "Actually its why I'm here."

A slight bit of her secret ambitions sinking through her words as she was intending to do there exactly as she'd done at 774. Achieve total Peace. Of course, to do so, policy had to be altered.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Hello beautiful."

A chill running up Jessica's spine as she flinched towards his direction a look of sheer disgust absorbing her features. She was not the kind of girl that got hit on, that was Jayr's job, Jess however had an ulterior purpose.

"Augustus Ronshield. But my friends just call me sight. Might you have a na-"

"Thats nice, now outta my way." Jess would cut him off mid-sentence shoving past him with her forearm using the wheelchair to cover her tracks and if he was unable to move quick enough his foot would be the ultimate victim.

Speaking of Victims, Jayr was dead ahead, rolling slowly with her gawky wheels Jess wished she'd had control of her legs for this moment but she'd take it slowly. Slowly, slowly getting faster....

*Sploosh*

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! Hey buddy you made her wet!" Jess Cackled at the top of her lungs as the water she'd been carrying was now dispensed over Jayr's head leaving her white shirt very see-through to a black laced bra. Now the relatively tanned girl was drenched with a red face.