32 Tessera (Autumn), 81379 Nekhalla sat in her room, in basically pajamas. Her pants were leopard print, and her shirt said "Trick or Treat" in orange on a black shirt. She had her very impressive stereo turned all the way up...figuring most people were in class at the moment. She had a break in her day...her one free period as she didn't need another math class. The music was very loud and could be heard down the hall: Oh you know I did it It's over and I feel fine Nothing you could say is gonna change my mind Waiting and I wait at the longest night Nothing like the taste to sweet decline I was down, I fell, I fell so fast Dropping like the grains in an hourglass Never say forever cause nothing last Dancing with the thorns of my buried past Nevermind there's nothing I can do Bet your life there's something killing you It's a shame we have to die my dear No ones getting out of here, alive This time What a way to go, but have no fear No ones getting out of here, alive This time Finished, I'm getting you off my chest Made you come clean in a dirty dress A promise is a promise you kept in check Heart across a heart that beats it's best Take a good hard look for the very last time The very last one in a very long line Only took a second to say goodbye Then the pleasure 'bout the pleasure's been mine, all mine Nevermind there's nothing I can do Bet your life there's something killing you Ain't no way, DOA Take a good hard look for the very last time The very last one in a very long line Only took a second to say goodbye Then the pleasure 'bout the pleasure's been mine, all mine Nevermind there's nothing I can do Bet your life there's something killing you It's a shame we have to die my dear No ones getting out of here, alive This time What a way to go, but have no fear No ones getting out of here, alive This time It's a shame we have to disappear No ones getting out of here, alive This time She tapped along with a pair of drumsticks on her desk, mimicking the drum parts. She bobbed her head along to the beat, perfectly in time. She was very content with the current situation. Her door was unlocked as she was too lazy to ever lock it except at night...mostlikely it was for the better as she most likely couldn't hear a knock if someone wanted her to turn her stereo down. She put down her sticks as the next track came on and started stitching up some holes in a pair of pants. She did it by hand just because she was that bored. She twirled around in her swirlly chair to entertain herself more. An hour can seem like forever if there is nothing to do.
Korron was walking down the hallway qwhen he heard Nekh's radio, he paused outside her door to listen, when the song was over he knocked on the door and waited for a resposne, and blind 'dragon could'nt find his room to well, and needed help. He had a pag of graph paper, drawing paper, and other utinsles over his shoulder.
'Ras walked down the hallway, he shoved his fingers in his anubian ears and tried to shake the sounds from them. He came up to the door where it seemed the music was comming from. He saw the blind 'dragon there and nodded in greeting without knowing he as blind. Ras' bag swung around his body as he turned angrily and slammed Nekh's door open before glaring at her. His eyelids were lowered halfwaf, almost as if he had just recently woken up. And indeed he had. He only had on a pair of shorts and his bagstrap slung across his chest. wearing almost nothing revealed the six pack he ususally kept hidden. <span style='color:orange'>"HEY!!"</span> he yelled at Nekh, <span style='color:orange'>"WILL YOU TURN THAT DOWN!"</span>
Nekhalla fell out of her chair in surprise, then got up and turned down the music. <span style='color:red'>Er...Sorry...I thought everyone was gone...</span> She smiled sheepishly, and hid her drumsticks behind her back. The pants she had been stitching were now on the floor in a heap, they had landed on a rather large pile of drawings and colored pencials. She played innocent, in actuality though, she really did think everyone was out. She tucked some of her hair behind her ears, she wore gold Anubi armlets. She looked at the guy who had come in, he had a nice six pack, but she wasn't one to stare at it though. The other dragon looked as though he was blind....No matter, the lead singer in her band was blind, things like that didn't bother her much.
Vyjats came running through the hall, wearing a simple jeans and a white T-shirt, stopping suddenly in front of the open door, where the music came from. He sighed heavily, and closed his eyes with disappoitment. He missed it. The song was over. He liked this song, and he didn't hear it for a long time. "Hi", he said shyly, taking a small step forward, standing between the Anubi and 'dragon, who seemed a little weird, but a few centimeters behind them. "Good song", he added, smiling faintly to the surprised looking 'dragon, who probably played the music in her stereo.
He gave Nekh an odd look before pulling his hand from the door. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her before moving into her room and picking up her pants and handing them to her. He smiled at her a bit before moving back towards the door. that was when a golden Trisk flew over his mohawk and into the room perching on a bed. It spotted the cucu and gave a slight hiss at it.
Nekh smiled <span style='color:red'>Thanks, I got the disk awhile ago...It was on sale.</span> Dos scampered and attached himself to Nekhalla's leg, as in, claws-in-flesh. She winced a little but basically ignored it. She took the pants <span style='color:red'>Yeah thats...yeah...sorry 'bout that...usually no one's around here about now so I play my music really loud, it just feels good.</span> She looked at the bird and then back at who she asumed was its owner. <span style='color:red'>Oh yeah name's Nekhalla or Nekh, either one works. I'm an artist, fashion designer, drummer, Menlo fighter, machina tech....uh...basically your all purpose girl.</span>
Ras smiled at her and nodded. <span style='color:orange'>"That souds cool!"</span> he said then gestured at the bird <span style='color:orange'>"Uhh, is that yours?"</span> The bird spotted the cucu and hissed and screeched angrily.
