People call me... wheels (Jayr)

[Kenin Katashi]

The school cafeteria was alive with all the hustle and bustle of the crowded kids trying to get junk food and make their way to a place to eat. At least, kids who remembered to bring money for their lunch. Among these types of kids was not Ken, who managed to forget his wallet in the rush of changing a few of his bandages and trying to make it to school on time that morning. So an hour late and a wallet short he managed to get through his morning classes only to realize he wouldn't be eating that day... at least not with his own money.

So the three options he had were first to pick pocket somebody. I mean, he was on ass level with most people, well maybe not that bad considering he was over seven feet tall, but that also meant that he'd have to run away, and in a wheelchair he was fast but if there was a crowd then he'd be trapped and he wasn't exactly looking forward to getting caught by some weakling punk. The second option was to ask people... that... was just weak. If he was going to get food or money for food he was going to damn well earn it. Which leads us to option three, the option he chose...

As he sat in his wheelchair in the cafeteria, away from the table with a coffee can and a cardboard sign which read 'Will Dance 4 Food', Ken sported a frown that was hidden by bandages, disgusted with himself for sinking so low. But he was hungry and he was prepared to whore himself out for a few slices of pepperoni pizza. Or hell, even a single pepperoni.

"That's right..." He said, his voice a bit muffled from underneath bandages, "Give me money and I'll dance."

Someone threw a quarter into the coffee can out of curiosity and he gripped his wheels, hopping his wheelchair from one wheel to the other and taking breaks to clap and do a circle before doing a wheelie on his back wheels and performing one hop. He set himself down and held the sign and can up once more waiting for someone else. A quarter wasn't bad at all, and if he could get a couple more kids to donate to him then he'd be on the fast track to getting a lot of kids to donate.

Hell, if he did really well he might be able to splurge on a cab ride instead of wheeling his ass home or taking the bus. That'd be pretty nice all things considered. Fingers crossed he could even make more than that, not that he was in dire need of money, but it never hurt. Especially considering he was on his own now, cut off from any family ties as a way of teaching him some great listen.

'Fucking assholes.....' he thought to himself as he got a second quarter and began to perform a second show, doing a dance and spinning around in his wheelchair.

[Jayr Byrne]

The wheels on the bus go round and round.

There came a time of day when things began to stop making sense, why was an imaginary number consisted as an actual number when squared or even imaginary at that, the whole thing seemed not to make sense considering the whole deal was after all imaginary. The droning and dull voice of the math teacher droned on and on as he went not making note that this period was hot as hell.

*RIIING*

Eyes fluttered and she noted being all alone in the classroom facing a teacher with a god awful grin facing her. A quick gasp and Jayr would be up gathering her stuff taking time to notice that a red palm was now exposed on her cheek slowly flushing to its normal state as the pressure was removed.

"Bye." The effort to express her thanks to the teacher for not waking her up when he probably surmised that it was for his excellent teaching credentials. Another loud sigh as she escaped the room, a prison and yet part of life they all needed to suffer through.

Lunch was ahead, meaning nothing more than extra curriculars for the remainder of the day. A thought that brought a smile to her face as Jayr passed the hallways tot he cafeteria stopping as a boy hobbled about in his wheelchair. She didn't give it half a thought thinking the boy a wounded jock trying to garter attention in his current condition. A quick smile passing him up and ordering a sandwich before coming back from the alternate direction making note of the sign.

'Will Dance 4 Food'

The smile went downward from there being focused into a frown as she eyed up the contingent of mocking crowd members quickly turning from a community service into a jest game of who can toss the quarter into the cripple's mouth while he danced. Turning those harmless change into pegged missiles.

A mild glare that went unnoticed before Jayr moved into intercept, not the crowd she sought not to demean him that way concluding that most people fought over a measure of pride, she moved straight up to him with her back to the crowd guising the conversation on preventing further pummeling.

"Hey, you have enough for a lunch yet?" Jayr asked sweetly tip toeing around a potential miscommunication, "I can spot you for the rest I'd rather you not have to do this for hospital bills too seeing as those pennies can become some serious armament." Jayr would say with a small giggle tilting her head to the side to suggest he lead the way back in line.

[Kenin Katashi]

The plan was to get money, not to get bloodied to death by quarters. And let's just say those little fuckers could hurt, even if they were worth the pain knowing that he'd at least be getting something to fill his stomach with. A few of the quarters got pretty close to his mouth, but got caught in his bandages. The feel of the metal against his burnt skin was actually a bit soothing, but the impact of the quarters that were thrown a little less gracefully caused him to take seething breaths.

Finally after quite a few were either in his lap or around him a girl made her way to him, she didn't seem to be trying to do the hero thing which was good. If someone had come up and played the hero he might either have to kill them or himself. After all, he did have some matter of pride, even if it was a very little amount. The conversation though seemed to discourage the tossing of quarters for a moment, and that in itself was a small but appreciated blessing.

"Hey, you have enough for a lunch yet?" The girl said, he looked down and scooped the quarters into the coffee can. Afterward he picked out a couple and dropped them into the can as she continued on, "I can spot you for the rest I'd rather you not have to do this for hospital bills too seeing as those pennies can become some serious armament."

He looked up with a bit of an apathetic stare, he wasn't quite sure what this girl's aim was. Maybe her karma was running low and she felt she needed something to get her through the day. Or maybe she just didn't like watching someone get pummeled by quarters. Or who knows, maybe just maybe, she was hitting on him. Wouldn't that be awesome? So good looking that scars and burns covering most of your body and lower face couldn't stop you from getting hit on every now and then.

"Well, I might have about enough..." He said as he grinned from underneath his bandages a bit, putting the sign between his leg and the side of the chair before rolling himself toward the line for food. He had his eyes set on some pizza and some fries. Sure it wasn't healthy, but he wanted a lot of food, a lot of energy, and the starchy goodness. "Thanks." He said as he began grabbing food and making his way to pay for it. The lady looked at him as he simply handed her the coffee can and she started sorting out quarters, realizing that he had actually enough and a little extra. She got the change and placed it with the remaining quarters before handing him back the coffee can with a bit of an annoyed look.

"Huh, well, care to join me then?" He said as he rolled his way to a table, his food sitting in his lap until he got to where he would eat. "I apologize ahead of time for what you're about to see." He reached back, unraveling bandages from his nose down, revealing burnt and scarred skin, something that looked straight out of a horror movie. He stopped once he got to the chin, letting the unraveled bandages lie against his shoulder. "So what's your story?" He said with a bit of curiosity, "Just feeling generous or do you have a thing for cripples?"

[Jayr Byrne]

Earnest Start.

"Well, I might have about enough..."

'Good.' She thought to herself for a moment thinking about what she might have done otherwise if he was to deny her the moment falling back into a scene of mishap. She'd probably have strongly considered fighting again, her temple pounded slightly reminding her of the eventful week she'd been having. Yeah just like 774 the first week, someone always had to stand out to make a reputation and she was definitely finding her way around.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Jayr would make an effortless smile pacing her way beside him not inclining towards behind as it would probably signify her belittling him, as for in front she didn't go there seeing as he might take it as a means of control. Rather as equals they strode, one by wheels the other afoot.

Her eyes would scan over his meal thinking nothing of its health content, she may have been a girl but she knew what was good. A good mixture of the unhealthy with healthy at times. A small inward laugh at herself for playing the constant hypocrite.

"Huh, well, care to join me then?"

Jayr would linger for a moment letting him pass by as she held the edge of the steel garter rail leading the exit from line to the crowded cafeteria. She'd bite at the corner of her lips watching as a swarm of freshman took over her table belittling her little dish all set out in a neat arrangement.

"Sure let me just grab my stuff." A grin as she teetered off taking towards her tray giving a silent apology for walking in on the groups conversation about girls and noting that their conversation went into a silent stare as she left. The awkward heat rising to her cheeks as she made way towards the "handicapable" boy's table. Though half expecting to find the same story here, him surrounded by some formulation of jocks or athletes, it was the only reasonable sense why someone so huge was in a wheelchair. Unless of course he had got there by growing too much.

"I apologize ahead of time for what you're about to see."

Jayr would watch with a bit of curiosity unsure of what she was about to see noting the burns, while fairly recent they didn't seem entirely fresh. The normal reaction was to cringe but Jayr just stared. Indeed she was squeamish but she didn't let it project upon her outward facade.

"So what's your story? Just feeling generous or do you have a thing for cripples?"

Jayr would remain silent for a second her senses a bit numbed considering how someone had ended up so brutally scarred. Perhaps it had something significant to do with the armored knight that'd broken onto campus and wreaked havoc. It'd what put her friend Jess into a wheelchair so why couldn't it be the same with him?

"Oh, sorry, Um no not partial to anyone to be quite honest it just seemed like you've already had enough of a rough week." Jayr would say with a harsh honest voice aiming purely with the intent of not dancing on eggshells.

She'd look down suddenly setting her utensils off to the side of her plate arranging them like a server would do finding a way to be as OCD as possible before picking up her sandwich and unwrapping the foil exterior stopping suddenly with her mouth opened around the edge. A stare that just said 'What?'