<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td><span style='color:#3399FF'>When?</span> Dyo 28th, 81379 <span style='color:#3399FF'>Who?</span> Chiara and whomever wants to join in.</td></tr></table> Chiara threw the blankets off of her, and lay lazily on her bed. The previous sucked, and today didnÂ’t look much more promising. The room was a mess, clothes were strewn everywhere, furniture was broken and objects thrown from one side of the room to the other. Gravity was going against the vase sheÂ’d been given as a gift and was smashed to pieces all over the floor. She poked at her bed sheets then at a few piles laundryÂ… It was here somewhereÂ… When sheÂ’d raised a nice black dress she had found what she was looking for. The coffee maker. She grumbled something about being happy she hadnÂ’t broken it. Placing the machine on an upturned side-table she turned it on with a soft click. Very slowly, she began picking random apparels up and placing it all in the corner, she didnÂ’t have the mind to try and organize it now. SheÂ’d lifted up a bottle of something and cringed, it smelt raunchy, like something died. <span style='color:#3399FF'> God, what did I do to myself last night.</span> She ran quickly over to the door and opened it ajar, she would have opened it larger but she only noticed now that she hadnÂ’t bothered to get dressed. Oh well. I think IÂ’m going to scare everyone away with the smell. Something made a little popping noise and she did a quiet yay. Coffee's done. She sauntered over, and hadn't even bothered to get a mug, god knows whereÂ’d it have been anyways, and drank straight from the pot. <span style='color:#3399FF'> Mmm. Good coffee. </span> She drank half of the contents before putting it back down to survey the room once more. That dresser needs to be put back, but I donÂ’t think I have the strength nor the energy to do it right now. ThatÂ’ll have to waitÂ… What else can I doÂ…
(OOC this is my first post so it may not be all to great but hay) Zau was checking out the dormorties, as it was early morning and he liked to be out and about not stuck in bed. As he patrolled down the corridor, his paws gentlys rasped against the wooden flaw. Then he caught a disgusting wiff of decay, thoughts raced through his mind, had some one died, how long have they been their and was he the first to notice. He brought his nose down to the ground, sniffing out the taint. His nose lead his to a dorm room the sign on the door said "Chiara" and it seem very quite. He put his ear to the door, was that a scrap he heard. Maby someone was fighting, dying even, if he didnt act then some one could die. He bardged through the door and saw a young girl drinking coffee. He felt his face go crimson with embarrisment. "Er im sorry I though some one needed help, ermmm from the smell I though like someone had died. Im so so sorry." Oh my god he truly was an idiot at times. :(
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td><span style='color:YELLOW'>Character: Hesi, age: 32</span> <span style='color:RED'>Wearing: Black jean shorts, slightly ragged. White tanktop, one shoulder strap ducktaped.</span> <span style='color:ORANGE'>Carrying: Wooden cane.</span></td></tr></table> The normal morning had started and the same face came through the school. It carried the same face; it was grim and always dissatisfyed. He covered his mouth with a cloth and coughed very roughly, snarling after. He set the big brown eyes toward the young students, leaving a faint smile in the corner of his mouth. The passerbys geeked and laughed, whispers were overwhelming the dragon, and he adjusted the small valise which was strapped to his waist. A clatter came from his steps, and he was forced for the stairs, agonizing the steps one after another. He had came to visit his close friend, more or less for buisness, for a meager pay, he would have a new V.23 Protocol .21 Lapse Band, which he would be drooling over when he returned "home." His knuckles knocked up against the door, up on the thrid floor, and it opened slowly. The face was young and the reflection cast on the male. The two nodded, and soon the hall was empty and the door closed behind. Inside, there was a short exchange of words, and soon an argument, and than yelling. The males scorned each other, giving smoldering looks and hisses back and fourth. The grim face on the male changed, turning a brighter color as he threw loose change on the table and snatched the band from the other. There was a cuss or two, and than the door slammed behind. The male walked down the hallway, down the stairs, and continued on, adjusting his arm, and removing parts here and there. He stopped in his tracks and looked back. He could smell it, and his nose twitched, the soft coo beneath his breath attracting him to the scene. He stepped closer, but stopped a few feet away between himself and a male, chatting with a femme. Adjusting H-17 thrusters...configuring...relaying message: N9774D to: N9474B...saving file...administering...adjust models: 9G, TY5T.22, 45.T.55, 2545? The male choked and looked down at his arm. He decided to do it another time, and closed up the small metal hatch, and turned of his contraption on his waist, making the red and blue lights in his arm slowly fade out. He cast his eyes back up, and smirked...a very, very incoherent smirk...and he quickly looked down, trying not to make a fool of himself.
Chiara was halfway through the pot when the door swung open. A male seemingly in his teens stood there, gaping. Caught off guard, she dropped the container of caffeine, making it splash everywhere. The glass hit the ground like a hollow piece of wood and steamy droplets sprinkled all over her body. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Ah! What the hell!"</span> Quickly bending over to pick up the pot, she begins to mop up the liquid with her black satin dress. It took her a few moments to realize someone was there and how vulnerable she stood there. Naked! But on top of that a boy was gawking at her. She turned 'round the face the visitor. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Shit!"</span> She still hadn't really clicked in that someone was actually there, and not a figment of her imagination. Picking up her drenched and hot black dress once more, she did a lame attempt to drape the material over her body. Finally her arms were placed over her breasts and the dress was wrapped around her waist like a towel. Her expression was something between anger, sadness, and just pure embarrassment. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Dude! Let me get changed!"</span> She wasn't paying much attention to his features, let alone to the person in the hallway.
Ah bugga, not a good way to start the day, he could feel his scales flush with blood. "Im so sorry" He quickly turned round spinning on his paws and diving out the room and landing in the corridor. He nearly smacked into the wall, his paws failing to get grip, but he just made it and steadied himself. He used his tail to close the door. How could he be so stupid, what a fool he was, yet in some ways, he was quite lucky, he had just seen a gorgous girl naked, thinking about it again it wasnt to such a bad day. Slowly a smiled spread across his face. Yet he was to busy to notice the man standing in the corner.
The male took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a lighter. He let the smoke scratch his throat and with a smile, he let the smoke seep out through the corners of his teeth. A boy appeared, stumbling out into the hallyway, a flaberghasted, yet slightly pleasant look on his face. The male snickered, and put the cigarette to his lips, leaning back nonchalantly against the corridor wall. The yelling before that was overcome with this boys expression. The male spoke deeply, keeping the smirk on the corner of his mouth while he talked. <span style='color:purple'>Not your day, huh kid?</span> The pale face of the man peered up, and he took the cigarette from his mouth and tossed it to the ground. His eyes rest on the boy, and he chuckled, still leaning back on the wall.
She lets out a relieved sigh and slowly walks around the room, looking for a decent shirt and pants. Finally she came across a hooded sweater and a pair of black jeans torn at the knees. The whole time she was dressing herself she just grumbled about people being ‘thick-skulled’ and inconsiderate. But obviously this boy didn’t know how to knock, and she was sure to tell him once he came back in… If he wasn’t so embarrassed and left. Before allowing him to come in, she went a grabbed a proper towel and mopped up the coffee, it had since cooled down. With ease she through the towel and dress into her bathroom, which hit the floor like a crack of a whip. <span style='color:#3399FF'>“Uhm… Person outside, you can come in now."</span> She casually walked over to the door, pushing it open a little more to reveal another being. They just all had to come today, didn’t they! Her eyes rested on the older man, as she cleared her throat. <span style='color:#3399FF'>“And you are… The one who gave the kid the idea of walking in on me?"</span>
The dragons eyes narrowed and he revealed his face. He showed a grim expression, and he scratched his chin. That femme suggests he did it? The males eyes looked over at the boy, and he decided to make a scheme of his own. A smile cracked over his mouth, and he cuckled. <span style='color:purple'>The name is Tyon, and I sent the boy in as an observer</span> He was flipping through possibilities in his mind, still with a grin on his face. Stalling, each second burning and each moment more and more anticipating, the male looked up and beamed. <span style='color:purple'>I think I'm terribly mistaken...You...You don't happen to know a mechanic? Is he your roomate, eh?</span> The male pictured a lightbulb flashing over his head, and he leaned back against the wall again, and lit a cigarette. He let it burn and let the smoke simmer on the roof of his mouth before blowing it all out. The times he had remembered as a kid were not all the happiest, but he managed to get on in life, and now looking at the two kids... The joyous of memories filled his mind, and for once in a while he was content. He leant the boy a deed and knowing that, the males day would be better...
(OOC what happened to the posting order, although it seems to work.) Zau had never been so embarrassed, then a dragon just came out of now where, and walked straight in to the sound of her voice. She sounded mega pissed. He didnÂ’t know what came over him. He just smelt something bad and next thing he knows he is breaking down doors. He then heard the guy cover for him, thank whatever god may be listing for that save. Or maybe just thank the guy who knows. Slowly Zau peeped his head around the corner. "Sorry miss, like he said, he told me to do it, I was expecting a guy, sorry. But erm yeah sorry." He still felt like he hadnÂ’t conveyed how sorry he was. Ah well he would make it up to, properly by letting her yell at him for half an hour. Ah well, he deserved it. A sullen look came over his face.
Alexis watched the 'dragon with the cigarette and shook her head. She'd quit awhile back and would kill for one right about now, but she promised she would stop and she was doing well. She was about to start yelling at the 'kid', but with the new information she received from the man; it might be good to listen. Turning her gaze to Tyon, she gave him a stern look. Well as stern as she could muster. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Well... Tyon. I've got a few things to say. Number one, try and avoid sending people into rooms you don't know or at least get them to knock. Number two smoking's bad for your health, you should quit. And number three, why couldn't you come in yourself?"</span> She smirked at him, wondering if he could give her plausible answers for each one of her questions. In her head she was debating inviting them inside or just giving them some chairs to sit in the hallway. Normally her room was fit for visitors.. But well, she didn't want to think about it. So walking into the room she dragged out two chairs for them, but remained standing, leaning against the wall. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"I know of no mechanics... And no, this dude isn't my room-mate. I'm alone in here. You couldn't tell I bet with that disaster in there, eh?"</span> She suppressed a somber laugh.
Zau thought that he should properly help the guy now, one good favour deserved another. But that meant thinking on his toes. "I can handle number 3 lady, I ran ahead because we were in a hurry. Since I was sure of the room I didnÂ’t think to knock, plus it smelt like a guys room, no offence." He hoped that worked, she seemed to be a bit calmer now and he hoped she stayed that way for both their sakes. :D
The dragon smiled cheekishly, and threw the cigarette to the ground, letting in burn beneath his foot. His eyes narrowed, and as he spoke, he stuffed his hands in his pockets. <span style='color:purple'>Sorry I didn't know...</span> He squinched, and bit his lip, finally looking towards the femme. The machina on his arm glowed blue, and the dragon had to step aside and play around with it. The machine was running at a faster speed than usual, and the man was forced to shut it down. He smirked, and spoke again. <span style='color:purple'>The mechanic was supposed to have the supplies I needed to fix this goddamn thing</span> Still nobody spoke. He looked at the boy, and winked, making sure he knew to go along with it. The dragon stretched out, and took a cigarette from his pocket, but remembering the stern look on the femmes face. Instead, he ripped it in two. <span style='color:purple'>Th-those things are going to kill me someday...</span> But inside of him, he would be smoking after this stupid situation, letting stresses and tensions lift off of his shoulders.
Chiara gave the young one a dirty look. Smelt like a guy's room? How dare he... Not her fault her life sucked. Her cheeks began to flush red and her brows descending, this was not how she wanted to start her morning. Letting out a guttural growl she finally spoke. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"And why wouldn't I take offense to you saying that? I would say it's very rude. But under the circumstances, I agree."</span> She let out a sigh of resignation; she was in no mood to argue. The dorm was a mess, and not really suited to live in. Let alone live near it. Her thoughts were cut off as the mechanical arm caught her eye. She peered intently at it, seeing what he was doing to himself. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"What's that?"</span> Her anger seemed to have dissipated as the nice machinery intrigued her.
Zau thought back, yeah it did smell bad, it was the truth, not rude. But then he saw the arm, it was very impressive. It seemed to glow with a strange energy. Kind of made his scales stick up. "Oh that miss, is his machine arm, very well made yet still goes a little haywire every so often. ThatÂ’s why we were looking for the mechanic. He knows more about it, I'm just an apprentice." He hoped he lied convincingly enough. He wasnÂ’t used to this sort of action so early in the morning. "Yeah sorry if I offended you miss, if you want, I could help you clean it up since its the least I could do, you look a little down." He hoped she was listening as she seemed more intrigued by the arm yet he had to admit, it was very groovy.
Char: shadow degoz, 19 Clothing: black baggy jeans, black/red two tone shirt, thick silver chain, sword belt equipped with his favourite sword Shadow strolled through the hallways, it was his first day enrolled here and, he had no idea where he was. climbing up yet another set of stairs he rounded the corner to smell the stench of rotting things, <span style='color:purple'>bloody hell what is that smell? </span>he grumbled his curiousity making him follow in the smells direction. he rounded another corner to see a small gathering of 'dragons outside a dorm. he walked quietly upto them, looking at the dragon with the machina arm, <span style='color:purple'>whoa</span> he said out loud... <span style='color:purple'>what happened here?</span> he looked at the two males and then at the pretty femme...<span style='color:purple'> hey </span>he said directing it towards her.<span style='color:purple'> i'm shadow, nice to see you.</span> he said huskily running his paw through his newly dyed shock of lime green hair. while looking around him and also thinking how he had found the source of the smell. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>tis it alright if i join...?</td></tr></table>
The male started explaining about his arm. He didn't want to get into details, because he knew the two young ones would soon get bored. Instead, he chose the simple path, and simply said <span style='color:purple'>Its metal, I made it, It works</span> With that, a smile formed across his face, and his attention turned to the dragon that came from down the hall. He chose not to reply when he asked the questions here, but looked towards the female, and laughed under his breath. <span style='color:purple'>Shadow, eh?</span> The male paused, and decided to not embarass the girl, so he took the bad way and lied. He knew the gods wouldn't appreciate this, but did he really give a shit about them? ...No. <span style='color:purple'>This girl here woke up this morning and went out for a sniff of air when...</span> He closed his eyes, putting his head down, and letting out a long sigh. The time was going through his fingers, the dragon wanted an answer, standing there like- <span style='color:purple'>A dead bird...she found a dead bird, apparently it hit the wall and...</span> He tried not to smile, and he managed to keep a straight face. Well...it was a bit more of a twisted face, almost as if the bird was one of his best friends. But it wasn't...because he hated nature...the animals...the smells...that horrible stench that smelled- <span style='color:purple'>Unbearable...it was just a rancid smell, and we apologize...we are trying not to make this a scene of any kind- but I don't blame you. That smells like a mans-</span> He gagged, and cast his eyes away from the girl, clenching his tongue between his teeth. What smells like a man's- The male pondered, and lost time, spitting out whatever word had formed in his head. <span style='color:purple'>It smells like a man's shower curtain!</span> He tried not to keep himself from running away, and instead, he just put his shirt over his nose and pretended it smelled bad. Not that it didn't... but it did, and he was hoping that his path went the right direction, because he nonchalantly went along with it, despite the weird looks he would soon be recieveing.
Chiara did a bit of a nod towards the newcomer. So many males, so little women. Don't think dirty thoughts... Don't think dirty thoughts... Normally she would be ecstatic but under the circumstances, she just wanted to throttle all of them. 'A bird crashed?' Wow, that's pretty lame, but she couldn't help but chuckle. This one had fun making things up. Reminding her of the story about needing a mechanic, she would need to research if that story was a load of B.S. as well. With that thought, she looked back towards his arm. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"I'm not dense. Though I supposed I would look like it for leaving the door open."</span> Her cheeks flushed red and she looked down, she was so glad that she had her clothes back on. It was much more comfortable. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Shadow... Wow, you're much more polite than these two. At least you introduced yourself. At this point he is dumb, and he is dumber."</span> She rolled her eyes, her sarcasm hadn't even kicked in to its full potential. She was about to say some other smart-ass comment, but her stomach growled. This whole time she hadn't eaten anything, the coffee not really counting. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"I'll be right back."</span> Putting her hand on the doorknob, she felt her hunger kick it up a notch and she stumbled to the floor. Not to self: Vodka late at night, and no food in the morning doesn't make a good match. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Damnit... Vodka... Food..."</span> She was on all fours, hand clenching her stomach. This had never happened before, but she assumed she wouldn't last much longer... With a thud, her head hit the floor, completely knocked out.
Zau almost laughed himself stupid from the ridicules lying of the old man. A child could do better. And he could not be bothered to cover him up. Still he managed to suppress it to a muffled laugh. "Yeah all very tragic, and yeah we were being kind rude. Im Zau and this old dragon is my teacher." He also eyed up they new guy, he noticed he was older, didnÂ’t look to thick so he probably realised that the old dragon was a rubbish at lying. This meant that it was going to get interesting. Then she got his attention. "Oh vodka, can I have some please, IÂ’ve got a biscuit if you want it." He hoped she forgave him, he needed a drink, well would like one anyway. ;)
The male snorted, taking a deep breath and suppressing a short laugh. The girl brought his attention as she collapsed to the ground, and the old dragon added her fall with: <span style='color:purple'>Could you pour me a glass too? Shaken, please, with a pinch of salt?</span> He grumbled as he lit up another cigarette and stuffed it in the corner of his mouth. He looked back to Zau, quickly nodding, and than he held out a metal hand to Shadow, red cheeked as the arm glew a blue. <span style='color:purple'>The name is Tyon, and Im not such a stiff ass</span> He stopped and winced, peering back at the girl as his nose twitched. The dragon slowly pulled his hand back, and took a few steps into the girl's dorm. He looked around, hissing quietly and leaning his head forward, inching closer and closer. The room was a mess, and the smell- <span style='color:purple'>Umm...I think she is either really tired and messy- or she had a hangover from a party last night</span> He turned the girl on her back side, and poked her tummy. There was no mention of her being awake so he turned back and looked at the two dragons, shrugging. He pulled her and set her on the couch, chuckling to himself. <span style='color:purple'>Well...I don't think she's such a badass...I just think she's hungover</span> He went outside and tossed the cigarette bud next to the other two. He couldn't stop thinking about himself. Was he the badass? Was he just that old hag that watches the young ones play? He cast his look down the hallway, letting no mention to the others of his teary eyes.
<span style='color:purple'>pleased to meet you tyon... Shadow Degoz, or just Oz</span>. his greeting was interupted with a hud. <span style='color:purple'>whoa..shit umm miss are ye alright?. </span>Tyon tokk a few steps into the room moving her before retreating. <span style='color:purple'>umm, i think somethings up with her </span>he said to them pointing out the obvious and going into the room as though it smelt like a bed of vanilla perfume. ive smelt worse he said lowly picking her up with ease in a firemans lift. (over the shoulder) he looked at the messed up bed and then half at her again, placing her sitting up against the counter he speedily straighened out the covers and gently placed her into it, tucking the cover upto her waist scanning the room for a window seeing one he headed over to it wrenching it open with little,but some difficulty. <span style='color:purple'>Zau, tyon i think its safe to come in.</span> he guestured not really caring if she didn't with them to be here. she had alcohol poisoning, and she was going to need them there like it or not...
