Lazy First Day (OPEN)

[Albel]

A dull pair of Red eyes bore into a pair of black ones.

The eyes stared right back, unwavering, almost challenging.

Red eyes blinked.

The black ones didn't Which wasn’t surprising.

Dolls aren’t big blinkers really.

Squatting outside of a toy shop A tall thin boy continued to have a staring match with one of the dolls on display, he'd been doing this for the last few days. He still hadn't won yet. With a sigh and a groan the boy stood up while running a hand through his messy hair, scratching at his scalp.

“You win again Miss Molly Polly, same time tomorrow?”

The doll continued to stare.

“See ya then”

Slinging his back back over his shoulder he turns his back to the store and with a wave to his stuffed friend he was gone. As he left a young woman timidly peeked out from the door.

“Is he gone?”

Several minuets later the boy was walking down the side walk with his hands in his pockets, hunched over staying as far from the rood as he could. He yawned as he crossed the empty road leading to his destination. His new school, his first day at his new school, and he was an hour and a half late.

Damn you Miss Molly Polly!

He wasn't in a rush mind you, he preferred it this way, he could get some peace and quiet before reporting in. As he approached the school gates he noticed that they were rather non existent, which he personally found rather odd but pushed it to the back of his head for now.

Not seeing anyone in the decaying court yard he continues inside the school grounds. The pungent smell of blood filled his nostrils as he moved closer to the school, a smell he was all too familiar with. Seeing as he was late and all he found no point in heading inside yet and decided his time would be best spent napping, he found such a place in the centre of the structure. A nice shaded tree with his name on it.

Wasting no time the boy climbed the tree and perched himself on one of the higher branches here he was hidden from sight unless someone was standing at the base of the tree. Using his backpack as a pillow he got into a comfortable(ish) Position and drifted off.

[Travis Delmonte]

A yawn. A blink. And the clacking of Travis' boots as he made his way through the courtyard would probably fall upon deaf ears. No one really cared about anything in this place. Or at least, thats what Travis had learned anyways.

Soon enough he would wander toward the tree in which someone was sleeping in. He had no idea actually, but he was definitely not in any rush to get to class. He rarely was. He was still tired, and he needed something to wake up, before he headed inside to learn anything. Not coffee, after all, Coffee tasted like ass. A fight though, that would be good.

But it seemed that there wasn't anyone really around. A few students would hurry by, late for class. None of them seemed like they would make a remotely interesting fight. And since class had started, the courtyard was clear of the normal chaos. It looked like he would just have to start something himself. With another sigh, he would rest his back against the tree, and tilt his head upward. Surprise! Someone was up there.. Sleeping, or at least that was what it looked like.

It was time to wake 'em up.

Taking a few steps backward, he would look upward, and the proceed to hack up a nasty loogie. It would then be spat upward, and aim to ark and land upon his soon-to-be opponent's head. He would instigate and instigate till this fucker fought him.

[Albel]

Peace

Quite

Solitude

*SPLAT*

Wet...

Albel's brown eyes would open at the feeling of something thick and gooey colliding with his forehead but quickly jam shut as sunlight burned into his retinas, naturally without looking his first assumption would be 'Bird poop' which isn't so bad, it was a sign of good luck after all. Although, he wasn't really superstitious so it was just bird poop.

'Damn'

He would sit up, his eyes would be closed for two reasons, A. he didn't want bird faeces to leek into his eyes, and B. He really couldn't be bothered dealing with the sun right now, not ever really. Reaching into his pocket he takes out a cloth that he often uses to clean his glasses and wipes the thick, surprisingly runny liquid from his forehead and nose.

Any normal person would now throw the rag away or pocket it to be cleaned later, but as Albel examined the fluid his still half asleep brain had an epiphany.

“This ain't bird crap...”

He would open his eyes and with a raised eyebrow start to look around him for the culprit. He looks up, but sees only branches, blue sky and clouds, which made him even more sleepy. He looked to his left and right, nothing. Finally the near sighted boy looks down to see another boy looking up at him.

He had solved the mystery.

“Is this yours?” Albel calls down in a tired, non hostile voice. He would then toss the dirty rag down to the boy.

He wasn't angry, he was in a rather good mood today, despite loosing to miss molly polly, being late for his first day and being spat on. This last thought raised a question which Albel found himself asking.

“How did you get that all the way up here?” He called down, which was a good question since the branch he currently occupied was fifteen to twenty feet high.

[Travis Delmonte]

Is this yours?

"Uhhh.. No shit, Sherlock.."

...What a tard..

He would simply continue to blink up at the boy. Was he always this... stupid? Well, thats how the boy came off toward Travis right now. Down right retarded. And soon enough, another question seemed to pop from he kids lips. And Travis wasn't completely sure whether or not he was serious in asking it..

How did you get that all the way up here?

"I'm a fuckin' ninja. Thats how.."

More blinkage. He was growing bored. Sleep was almost threatening to overtake him. And as the seconds grew on, the fiercer the urge to crush skull became.

"Come down here and I can show you a few more magic tricks.."

[Albel]

“Meh, i don't believe in magic. Besides i thought you were a ninja not a magician?” He replied with a shrug.

He had either not noticed or chose to ignore the boys hostile attitude and use of language. Albel himself never really thought swearing had any practical use and looked at it as a sign of immaturity (A theory he came up with during a session with Miss Molly Polly). Stretching the kinks out of his arms and legs he would glance at his wrist to check how much time had past, it was then he remembered he did not have a watch.

“I really need to buy a watch, maybe a straw hat those look cool” He mused aloud.

“What do you think, should i get a nice straw hat?”

A hat would be nice, it could shield his eyes from the sun while he napped and protect his face from loogies. Speaking of which.

“Hey how come you spat on my head? Is this your spot or something? Cause a simple “excuse me” would have worked” He yelled glaring with his red eyes. How dare this punk interrupt his nap, the tree was plenty big for them both, what a brat!!. Oh, well no need to get worked up, these things happen and there's no need for things to get violent.

His glare would vanish almost instantly and be replaced with a look of boredom.

[Travis Delmonte]

This kid was.. weird. Probably the weirdest student he had met yet. He didn't really know what was wrong with him, but he could tell he had problems. Maybe his priest touched him at church or something and he was scarred for life. Whatever happened, it had to have been pretty bad.

What do you think, should i get a nice straw hat?

"I think.. You should probably check into a mental institution.."

He would shift his weight from left leg to right. Arms lifting slightly, and he would then bring that right arm up further and run a hand their his orange hair as he stared blankly toward the retard in the tree.

Hey how come you spat on my head? Is this your spot or something? Cause a simple “excuse me” would have worked

"I was bored.. Seemed like a good thing to do at the time?"

A smile and Travis would drop that hand once again, allowing his left to hook a thumb in one of the belt loops on his pants.

[Albel]

Albel nodded, happy with the boys reasoning, after all he followed a similar way of life. He didn’t spit on people cause, well, it just wasn’t appropriate, this far out of Scandinavia at least. His left hand would come up to his glasses and push them back up his nose, he would swing his legs back and forth in a child like manner as he looked down at the boy.

He wouldn’t say anything, just boar into the boy with his brown eyes, studying him, this was his first encounter with one of his new school mates. He seemed friendly enough, although he would prefer he kept his bodily fluids to himself.

“So… are you really a ninja?”