Chill looked pissed even more. <span style='color:yellow'>"Don't push me asshole, she doesn't need you taunting her either so lay off". </span>. He pushed Stryx back then sat down on his bed. <span style='color:yellow'>"Why are you making fun of me for liking a girl anyway?"</span> he asked.
Mara just watched them taunt each other. This is why she only had men as friends. Girls usually distracted them anyway. She stared down at her lighter and looked into the silvery-red diagonal stripe on it. The light was making her look like a druggie. She smiled a bit at it. The fact she had a contant weight of stress on her made her look tired all the time, and the light of the candle wasn't helping.. Then, out of no where,she had a thought. Maybe Stryx was taunting Chill to show off. She had a feeling that wasn't what it was, she just assumed he was drunk, and his sense of right and asshole was way off right now. But the showing off thing was also a possiblity. She shrugged it off. Whatever it was, it didn't really impress her either way. She was almost never impressed by anything anyone did. Then she looked up with a mock flirty look on her face. She batted her eyes at Stryx. <span style='color:orange'>"I sure hope I didn't hurt you when I accidently mistook you as the floor."</span>, she said with a sweet tone. She probably would have stepped on both of them, had they both beed on the floor. But Stryx was way more fun to step on and tackle for some reason.
Stryx fell back with a tiny sound, one that sound strangly like 'eek'. He sat down on the floor hard, his jaws clicking together with a loud click, clamping down on his tongue. "MFF!" he yelped, clamping his paws around his mouth. A painful stinging ache blossomed from his bitten tongue, the distinct flavour of his own blood oozing out into his mouth. He made a muffled, gurgling shriek, eyes squeezed shut. A few stray tears sneaked out between his shut eyelids. Carefully taking his paws away from his face, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. A small set of shallow, although painful, teeth marks ringed the end of his tongue. He hissed and closed his mouth again, wincing as his now sore appendage brushed againt his gums. <span style='color:red'>"Fucking...ow."</span> he cursed. He tried moving his tongue around, and found the bleeding had almost stopped. Stryx grinned up at Mara, dispite the ache in his mouth. <span style='color:red'>"Besides nearly breacking my ribs and embeding my keys into my chest, no harm done."</span> he made a point to wince and rub the spot she had stepped on, <span style='color:red'>"Just don't make a habit of it, m'kay?" </span>he smirked, <span style='color:red'>"Or at least give me a little warning next time."</span> he said.
Chill smiled. He gave Stryx a look of anger, then walked over to Mara. <span style='color:yellow'>"Hey, sorry if he's bothering you". </span>
Mara looked around Chill. "No, I have a feeling we're bothering him more then he's bothering us.", she said laughing a bit. She got up and gave him a little hug. <span style='color:orange'>"I'm sorry I stepped on your chest. And tackle you. And kicked you in the shin."</span>, she let go of him. <span style='color:orange'>"It won't happen again. Or atleast not in the next few hours."</span> She walked back over to the bed and sat down. <span style='color:orange'>"Aww look. You made him bite his tounge. You're gonna look real abused by the time you leave the room again if we keep this up. "</span>, she said smiling at him. As she watched Stryx sit on the floor (wincing every once in awhile), she whispered up at Chill who was standing next to her. <span style='color:orange'>"You don't really hate him do you?"</span>, she muttered under her breath.
<span style='color:yellow'>"Naw, I don't hate him"</span> he said giving her a hug back. He walked over to the couch and slumped down, grabbing another beer from his bag.
<span style='color:red'>"S'okay."</span> Stryx said, <span style='color:red'>"I know this gal who thinks it's a fuckin' hoot ta snap elasticbands at my face." </span>he pointed to the goggles on his forehead, <span style='color:red'>"But that's where these babies come in handy."</span> he tapped said eyewear, <span style='color:red'>"Function and cool-lookin' "</span> he smirked. He yawned and flopped down onto the carpet, this time carefully keeping his tongue clear of his teeth. He sighed and peeked under his bed. A small colony of dust bunnies seemed to have taken to the shadowy spot. <span style='color:red'>"Rabid dust bunnies is more like it."</span> he said outloud. From where he lay, it almost looked like the largest dust bunny was menacing him, swaying back and forth slightly in time with some tiny air current. He grinned sadistically, and blew on it. It flew out from under the opposite side of the bed, breaking up slightly on the way as it skittered over a long forgotten cigarette butt. The way now clear, Stryx wiggled in under the bed, crushing the last few bunnies in a puff of dust and lint. He curled up on his stomach, only his feet peeking out.
Mara didn't like it so dark in here. For some stupid reason, it unnerved her being in the dark with guys. She shook it off. It was stupid to think such a thing here.. For heaven sake, one was under the bed. Wait.. Under the bed?.. She got down on her knees and laid down on the floor staring at Stryx curled up amongst the dirt. She smiled.<span style='color:orange'> "Hunting dust bunnies, are we?" </span>she asked grinning. <span style='color:orange'>"Don't stay under there too long,'k?. They might decide to attack you." </span>she said giving him a soft poke in the back. Mara sighed as she got up and grabbed her CD player and lighter. She went over to the chair by the window and grabbed a cigarette out of her pocket. She opened the window. There was a light night wind blowing outside. Since her hair was pretty dry now, she let it out of the bun and let it blow in the wind as she lit up the cigarette and stuck it in between her lips. She turned on her CD player, and stared out the window at the grounds below.
Chill smiled. He took a sip from his beer. He liked the dark, it was calming, secretive. He stretched out on the couch. "Let's hope the dust bunnies don't eat you" he said sarcasticly.
Stryx's muffled voice sounded out from beneith the bed, <span style='color:red'>"They won't touch me if they know what's good for me."</span> the smile plastered accross his face as he said this went un-noticed by his roomies. A sudden blast of cold air crept under his hiding spot. He wormed his way out and stood up, brushing off the thin layer of dust he had accumulated. He sneezed violently a few times, his hair flying around his face wildly with the force. <span style='color:red'>Damn these allergies... </span>he thought bitterly. He blinked and cocked an eyebrow ehen he saw Mara. He snuck up behind her and pocked her shoulder lightly, <span style='color:red'>"Whatcha' lookin' at Mara?"</span> he asked.
Mara took another drag on her cigarette as a light gust of wind hit her again. <span style='color:orange'>"Nothin' really."</span> she said putting her headphones around her neck and turning them down. <span style='color:orange'>"Just.. randomly staring. "</span> she said as smoke escaped her lips. She wasn't really thinking about anything too much, just staring. A large gust of wind came just as she was taking another drag, and the candle was blown out. Now the only light was her 'cig and the faint moonlight behind the curtains and the clouds. <span style='color:orange'>"Not my problem this time."</span> she said, still staring out the window. <span style='color:orange'>"You're welcome to make it over to the bed somehow and find my lighter, or use you're own."</span>, she said blowing smoke out the window and resting her arm on the window sill.
Chill took a sip of his beer. Man, I need to have a chick...I haven't had one in a long time...man...I need a fuckin' girlfriend... he thought, sighing outloud. He lit up a cig, and puffed away sadly.
<span style='color:red'>"Meh, I'll get my own lighter."</span> Stryx flopped down onto the pile of his bags that where carelessly stacked on the end of his bed. He rooted through the smallest one and came up with a fresh carton of cigarettes and a jet black lighter. He rolled of the bed and landed on his feet, before slowly making his way back to the window. He flicked the small box open and pulled out one of the slim white sticks. A few clicks of the lighter later, and the end of his cig was smouldering slowly. Stryx walked up beside Mara and leaned beside the window, clicking the top of his lighter open and closed. click click click... He sighed and stared out the window over the femme's shoulder, pulling the curtains fully aside. The fresh air was a nice change from the now smoky atmosphere of the room.
Mara squinted her eyes and blew out some smoke as she felt the light brush of fur on her shoulder.When she looked up, she was greeted by Stryx's lower jaw. She let out a slight laugh and continued looking out the window. It was very quiet now. It was still dark, so she didn't know if Chill had fallen asleep, or was just laying in thought. A small cloud of smoke quickly answered her question. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and tapped it on the window sill and watched the ashes burn down before sticking it back between her thin lips. She took another drag and blew a smoke ring. After a bit, Mara leaned back ever so slightly and stuck her bare feet on the window sill.
Chill was slightly jelous of this male. He had everything Chill didn't. Mara seemed to like him, he was better looking than him, he probably had a better life to. He lit out his cig and took a sip of his beer. He began huming a song; Dear lady can you here the wind blow, and did you know your stairway lies on the whispering winds... This song made him smile.
Stryx barely caught the sound of Chill's humming, the quiet noise makinghis ears twitch. He pulled away for the window and turned to the other male. <span style='color:red'>"What's up Chill?" </span>he asked, the smile on the males face confusing him slightly, <span style='color:red'>"Why don't you come get some fresh air before you choke to death on smoke." </span>he said, taking a drag and blowing the smoke up towards to ceiling to emphasize his point. The slight breeze coming in through the window was already clearing his head, as well as the atmosphere of the dorm. Stryx took another drag and leaned on the side of the window frame, letting the acrid smoke slowly seep out of his mouth as he exhaled softly. Half of his face was illuminated by the soft moonlight, the other cloaked in shadows. <span style='color:red'>"S'pretty out..." </span>he muttered to no one in particular. The mixed smell of alcohol, ramathian weed and cigarette smoke reminded him of the bars in Bhim where he grew up, the only differance was the general feeling of maliciousness wasn't present here. He sighed and smiled slightly, glad to be gone of the damned place. <span style='color:red'>"Hey Chill..." </span>he asked quietly, <span style='color:red'>"Where're you from?"</span> Stryx flicked the ashes from his cig out the window.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I hate writer's block, I hate writer's block...</td></tr></table> <span style='color:orange'>"Yeah, it is." </span>she said answering Stryx. Mara turned around in her chair and looked over at the couch. She could see Chill's feet just barely over the arm of the couch. The song he was huming sounded sad. She frowned. Chill probably felt left out and alone with both of them sitting by the window and him on the couch. <span style='color:orange'>"Yeah. Pop a squat here in this chair."</span> she said patting the seat oppisite of her with her foot.. She didn't want him feeling left out.
<span style='color:red'>"Meh... you guys got any hobbies or interests or shit like that?"</span> he asked ina dull voice. Stryx stiffled a large yawn with the back of his hand. Carrying his bags to the dorm had taken a lot out of him, but his fatigue was only now catching up with him. He twirled his slowly cig between his finger, watching the tendrils of misty-gray smoke swirl in the air before fading into nothingness. He turned his music back on and placed the headphones over his ears. The steady pounding beat drove away all other noises, leaving him with a slight feeling of detatchment. The feeling of fatigue was settling in his back, making his shoulders ache. Stryx tried to relieve the dull pain by rolling his shoulders and arching his back, but to no avail. Giving up, he slouched over, grimacing as a muscle in his back began to spasm violently. <span style='color:red'>"Damnit!" </span>he cursed quietly.
<span style='color:orange'>"Not particuarlly, no."</span> she answer from the window. <span style='color:orange'>"Unless you count sleeping and smoking."</span> she added as she put out her cigarette and stuck the remaining pack in her pocket. Mara collapsed on her bed. Her back ached, and her shoulders felt like they weighted 90 lbs. She slowly massaged her own shoulders in an sad attempt of wanting them to relax. She looked over at Stryx. He looked like he was having some sort of seziure or something. She sat up. <span style='color:orange'>"Do you want me to pop your ba-"</span> she stopped when she realized that his music was way up. She sighed and grabbed a severely dog-eared book out of her bag and began at the last marked page.
Stryx groaned pathetically, arching his back as far as it would go in an attempt to soothe the muscles. <span style='color:red'>"Nngh..."</span> he went slightly crosseyed as something in his spine cracked. Loudly. A burning ache spread from the point of the spasm and the part of his back that had cracked. He awkwardly shuffled over to his bed and carefully lay face down, all to aware of the pathetic show he was putting on. As he moved he thought he caught the faintest sound masked by his music. He looked around in time to Mara sigh and pull out a book. He rested his chin behind his folded arms, whimpering and cursing everytime his muscles gave a particualairly violent jolt. He flipped the volmue on his headphones down a few notches. <span style='color:red'> "Did yeh- FUCK! ugh... Did yeh say somthing Mara?"</span> he asked through his arms.
