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Post by Roy Atenwood on Oct 19, 2007 18:52:17 GMT -8
Roy sat on the roof, leaning against a wall. He looked down at the courtyard, as his P.E. class ran through it, and to the track, or wherever they were going. He scoffed. He ran more than them every night, since his bike was still in the shop. He was bored as hell, and there was NO way he would spend his time in P.E.
So, it was a lose-lose situation.
He brushed his short,red hair out of his eyes, his baggy red t-shirt flapping in a weak wind. His usual black jeans, one of three pairs of pants he actually owned, flapped in the wind, a small hole in the left knee.
His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten in a few days, since money was tight lately, and he stood to lose the shitty appartment he rented. One room, and he could barely pay for it.
"I could really go for a smoke about now...heh...."
He brushed his hair out of his face, ignoring his hunger. He wouldn't buy a pack of smokes if he couldn't afford food, though. He wasn't addicted. He only smoked when he was stressed out...which was most of the time.
Ok, he was addicted.
"On second thought.....a meal would be better...yeah. Food."
He laughed, and walked to the opposite edge of the roof. He resumed leaning against a wall, waiting for P.E. to end, so he could spend lunch in the library, as he coun'd afford to buy anything.
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Post by Alice Cuthbert on Oct 19, 2007 21:11:52 GMT -8
Run jump run as fast as I want; You can't catch me, not after this taunt!
Random, disconnected thoughts surface randomly through the no-thought haze of physical exertion like gleaming fish in murky depths. Alice darts across the Long Beach landscape of tarmac and terraform. Today, her ensemble consists of a white tank top, a pair of denim shorts, climbing shoes with high-friction soles, and fingerless gloves protect her palms and knuckles from abrasion while allowing her fingertips freedom to seek handholds. The weather is cool and the sun is hidden. It's the perfect day to make an urban jungle earn its namesake.
Alice dashes sideways at a flight of stairs leading down between two buildings, and leads off with a wall-jump off of the left stone guidewall, which lands her up onto the top of the right one. Dashing along the guidewall to its highest point, she leaps off the end of it with a flip, landing on the roof of a ground-floor foyer for a larger building. She continues across the roof alongside of the building's wall to the corner, not losing speed. Gripping the drainpipe on the corner of the building, she leaps off the low roof and whips around the corner and lets go, flying through the air before flinging arms up to grab the floor of a fire escape landing as she whizzes past just beneath it.
Rather than retaining a grip, she lets go immediately, using the grip on the platform's edge only to maintain horizontal movement and to generate spin so that she does two back-somersaults in the air before landing at a run on ground level again. Running running running forwards, she heads straight at another building and dashes up the wall, fast enough that she gets enough height to grasp the ledge of a second story window.
Now it's just climbing, finding footholds and grips and ledges in the side of the fairly oft-damaged and rebuilt edifices of the school structure. Alice is certain that she startles mroe than one class by appearing briefly in the window, but she moves quickly upward to avoid confrontation.
Finally, she reaches the roof. Alice slaps a hand on the stone guardwall around the top edge of the roof and hauls herself up over it in a smooth motion, coming to rest sitting and leaning against it panting heavily. Being free was such a good feeling.
Alice looks down and to her left, and spies a shoe...well that was odd. Then she notices that the shoe is on a foot, which is attached to a person. She shrieks in surprise! Then she claps a hand to her mouth and moves to stand, but is still quite winded from her exercise and is breathing heavily still. "Sorry...about...the intrusion," she manages to gasp out as she recovers her composure.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Oct 20, 2007 17:52:21 GMT -8
Something streaking across the lower reaches of the building, much in the manner he usually did when he was bored, caught the pessamistic young irishman's eye. The young man looked at the newcomer to the roof, and smiled. He hadn't exactly taken the Roof Access here, either, after all.
"It's alright. Been wanting someone to talk to, anyway, y'know?"
Sure, he preferred solitude, at most times, but every now and then human contact was necassary. On the verge of homelessness, broke, hungry.....this was one of the times he needed human contact. But then again, he had no friends here. No family, either.
So, in short, life was crappy, at the moment. When life was crappy, making friends made it seem less so. He pulled a water bottle out of his rucksack. It was cheap, 99 cent store water, but it was unopened, at least. He held it out to her, with a smile on his face.
"Here. You'll burn yourself out if you don't keep hydrated."
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Post by Garrett Evans on Oct 21, 2007 22:32:27 GMT -8
Opening the door the the roof, feet hurting from walking all the way around the school and a number of flights of stairs trying to familiarize himself with the place , Mike could only come to one conclusion about the school. "This place is too damn big.." he muttered to no one in particular as he closed his eyes, trying to savor the first real peace he'd had since he'd gotten here.
Making his way over to the corner of the roof, lost in thought, he sat himself down in the corner and pulled a somewhat worn DS out of his pocket and turned it on. "Ironic, the first chance i get to play Phantom hourglass, and im in a SCHOOL". Truth be told , he wasnt actually IN school , just here to get some stuff signed and to get aquainted with the place.
"Oh well, at least this can't be any worse than my old school" He mumbled as he played on, oblivious to his surroundings.
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Post by Alice Cuthbert on Oct 21, 2007 23:05:26 GMT -8
When cooling down from exercise, the senses suddenly become aware of all the little things that had been invisible to the senses while in motion. A hot itch fills muscles where use has splintered and broken their myriad strands, which race to reknit each other, strengthen each other. Sweat on skin, previously unnoticed, becomes damp. The pulse of blood through arteries and veins makes fingertips and the head seem to throb large with each instance of systolic and diastolic pressure. It's a state that is uncomfortable to those unused to exercise, but a satisfying one to others because it lets you know that your body has responded to your efforts, and it makes you alive.
Alice recovers quickly, systems used to activity cool down with practiced efficiency.
"It's alright. Been wanting someone to talk to, anyway, y'know?" he says. Alice does know, she really does. There are times when talking with other people is such a chore and bother that it makes you want to scream auburn rage, and there are other times when another ear and voice to supplement your own thoughts is exactly what you need. This is a fairly selfish way of viewing communication, but what is human nature but to be ultimately self-serving? Rare indeed is the individual whose barest intentions are selfless, and there is no shame in being less than that, because you're in good company. "I know exactly what you mean," she says sincerely, meeting his eyes with a steady blue-turquoise gaze.
"Here. You'll burn yourself out if you don't keep hydrated." Alice takes the proferred water bottle with a smile and thanks. She isn't particularly worried about dehydration at the moment, but you don't turn down generosity. Alice twists off the top and tilts the bottle back, and imbibes about a quarter of its contents. A trickle of the 99-cent liquid life traces its way from the corner of her mouth through sweet salt of exertion and drips on the ground.
Alice swipes a fist across her jaw, wiping free the residue of the drink. "So, what do you want to talk about?" she says, directing her gaze at his face again, shaking her head ever so slightly to allow her hair to swing from in front of her face to around the sides. Her mouth is serious, but her eyes hold a smile in them.
Through the corner of her eye, Alice spies the newcomer, but chooses not to interrupt her current conversation to hail him, at least not at this precise moment. He appears to be hidden within himself at the moment anyways. Apparently, rooftops are common hangouts here at 259.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Oct 23, 2007 17:33:18 GMT -8
"Well, for one, how long have you been at 259?"
Roy knew 552 pretty well, but barely knew 259 at all. He had been forcibly carted across the country, because of his vigilante work. Since day one, he had busted his ass for Manhattan, and the school system had held a gun to his head, and made him sign the transfer papers. He had lost everything in one fell swoop, then.
His home. His family. Serenity.
Everything.
He let out a small laugh, as he looked over to the newcomer. Due to the whole Teachers beating on Students thing, most of the kids here were, well, tough. This guy was stocky, instead of the usual build. Looked like he'd gone through a lot in his time, too, even though he looked like a nice enough fellow. He'd let the guy walk over in his own time. Looked like he was having fun with his DS at the moment.
"Name's Raven, by the way."
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Post by Garrett Evans on Oct 27, 2007 21:25:39 GMT -8
As he played his game, Mike heard voices from the other end of the roof. Looking up, he saw two people on the other end.
One was a wiry looking red-haired guy leaning up against the wall , and the other was a blonde girl who looked like she'd just run a long ways. Neither of them seemed to have noticed him , so he went back to the game and decided not to worry about it , they probably wouldn't bother him.
Still , he listened a bit more carefully to what they were saying without meaning to. Annoying really , he couldnt block out anything when he wanted to.
"Name's Raven, by the way."
Raven.. why did that sound familar..?
He had to think about it for a second before it clicked.
It was that vigilante in New York , he called himself the raven.
But this was halfway across the country. No way this guy could be him. On the other hand, word on the net was that the raven dissapeared over two years ago.
This guy couldn't be him. Could he?
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