Sharon and Daken (Oct. 22)
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om_mainSharon meets John on her quest to befriend new and interesting people. Despite his rough edges, they seem to get along just fine.
Sharon was out exploring when she caught a curious scent. There were so many interesting students, but this was another case where she needed to see exactly who this person was. She poked around the corner and spotted the boy that the scent belonged to. Without fanfare she wandered closer to him, sniffed at him, eyed him curiously, and then walked off around the corner.
John caught a whiff of something curious as well, and he raised an eyebrow just in time to see a purple cat's tail go around the corner, which just made his eyebrow crane even higher, somehow, to the point where it was almost painful. To be fair, John was at the point right now where he was living dangerously, smoking in a discreet spot near the school. The woods had become something of a hostile environment; Inu-yasha, the kid who he figured out was called Midnighter, and his half-sister Laura were all lurking out there, like some sort of sick amalgamation of his own worst enemies and his own worst parts of his himself rolled into three units, in differing measures.
He frowned. "Fuck. That poetry bullshit must be gettin' to me or somethin'," he muttered, shaking his head, blowing smoke.
It took a minute to locate the nearest cache of clothes, slip something on, and wander back. Sharon eyed John curiously again, this time saying, "Hello," as she came into sight.
If he was someone normal, he would have probably dropped his cigarette, but he heard footsteps coming his way, and he tucked his cigarette at his opposite hip, just playing it cool for the moment, and then before she even got there, he decided that it wasn't even worth pretending. Who gave a damn anyway? He was almost eighteen... just a few years to go.
She was only a little taller than he was, and he raised his eyebrow at her, noticing her tail. "Uh-huh," he said, taking a drag on his cigarette. Figures. One boy had ears, one has a tail. They'd make a perfect pair, he thought. Except cats and dogs mixed about as well as, well, himself and Inu-yasha. "Hello yourself," John said, pleased with how good he was getting with introductions. See? All it takes is a smoke. Just chemically alter yourself and everything's fine.
Sharon took a careful breath, having a harder time distinguishing his unique scent from the smoke in this form. Very distracting. But she wanted to talk, and she couldn't if she was a cat. "You're new?" Sharon asked. "Your scent is newer. Other students, already everywhere. Maybe not you? I'm Catseye."
He figured that Catseye probably wasn't her given name; it was probably some goofy nickname or something like that. As if she wanted to draw more attention to the fact that she had a cat's tail, and that judging by the scent, she could turn into a cat as well. Freakshow school indeed...
"I'm new-ish," John said, brushing it off. A week or two wasn't quite new, was it? Well, if she wanted to introduce herself with her goofy nickname, he figured she could. "My name's John," he told her. She might have caught whispers about his fight with Inu-yasha, by this point; he wasn't sure how much the kid was bragging about it, considering that neither of them had really won that fight. But round two was going to come up sooner or later...
"What about you?" he asked. "You're not exactly an omnipresent scent, yourself," he returned.
Steve either came up with the name due to the obvious feature, her eyes, or more likely due to a poetic nature and a play on the stone. She wouldn't know. She just liked it because he gave it to her.
"I'm new," she concurred. "Steve found me. Still exploring."
Whoever Steve was. "Uh-huh." He took a drag on his cigarette again, nearly killing it. He fished his softpack of Marlboro Reds out of his jacket pocket, along with his lighter.
And why not make some mischief? This girl seemed kind of clueless; maybe it was just the way she was talking, maybe it was just the sort of strange way she approached him. But he figured maybe this would also come across as polite. "You smoke?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "No."
He chuckled. "Maybe you should try one," he suggested. He scraped his spent cigarette's butt against the wall, and tucked it into his pocket, being a good boy and not littering, and started a new one, lighting it. He exhaled a small cloud of smoke.
"Smells terrible," Sharon pointed out. "Clings to you. Hides what's underneath."
Well, he couldn't argue with the last two points. "Eh, it's a question of taste," he said. Helped mostly to calm his nerves and keep himself from lashing out at his fellow students. "It's an old habit I picked up, a long way back," he said. "I haven't tried real hard to kick it," he confessed.
She nodded at that, understanding habit. "Do what you know. Easier that way," she said agreeably. Then, with a smile she added, "Until you find something better."
Either she was crazy, or she was just insightful as hell, John began to realize. Or maybe both. He offered her a smirk, cradling his cigarette in his lips. "Something like that," he said.
Honestly, if he wasn't lying to himself, she was pretty cute, and truthfully, he had just gotten to see women his age in the last two weeks or so; before that, it was all men, and it made him feel kind of ... hungry. Subtly, his nostrils flared, slightly, and his eyes took a slight wandering. If he had the element of surprise... Nervously, he puffed on his cigarette. Down, boy, he scolded himself. No need to throw rape charges into the mix. They got enough ammo against you to send you back to the real fuckin' prison this time. Don't give them a reason to pull the damn trigger on you. And he had no intention of going there alive. Juvenile was bad enough, where he'd been sent. Kids were animals, animals that John didn't understand.
"So, what, prowlin' around and claiming turf?" he asked, trying to get onto a topic of conversation he could understand. "'Cause I bet there ain't much left. I was hoping to get a slice of the woods myself, but seems like its slim pickin's."
She studied him curiously. "I think the others will share," Sharon said with a tone of certainty. "Doubt many will claim it for same reasons. Mostly hiding, I bet. I don't need to hide, not here. So mostly looking. Maybe hunting another night."
"Wouldn't be so certain of that," John said. "There's at least one I can think of who doesn't seem like the sharin' type." It seemed his thoughts almost always brought him back to that Inu-yasha kid. He smirked. If he didn't know any better, he'd start to think he was obsessed with the kid, or maybe even a bit smitten. "But who knows, they could just have it out for me." Could? More like definitely...
"Are they big?" Sharon asked. "Strong?" Her lips twisted with a smile. "Not very nice?"
"Eh, they're not that big," John said, blowing some smoke. "And some of them haven't been very nice." To her credit, Laura had probably tried. Midnighter was just doing what he probably thought was his job. Inu-yasha, on the other hand...
"They'll probably like you, though. You seem a bit more... personable than I am," John remarked.
Her tail flicked dismissively. "Will see. Won't stop me, if they don't. Somewhere to run now, to stretch and explore. Not afraid of unhappy people. Do you run?"
"Sometimes," he said. "I like to climb, too. And lift in the weight room." He shrugged. "I've been trying to work up in strength, get an edge, y'know?" Against the puppy-dog and his sister, mostly. If he could match or get close to Inu-yasha's raw strength, he could give the kid an even better thrashing next time, and if he was stronger than his sister, he could have an edge on her metal claws... "But agility training is important too." Running in the woods was good for that.
"Fun," she said. "I like to climb. Swim too, but cold now. Can't wait for summer." She eyed the woods. "Want to run?"
John swallowed, thinking of the fact that maybe he couldn't trust himself in more private areas with this girl. Not until he'd given the coils some time to unwind, and to become more accustomed to being near a cutie like herself. "Maybe some other time," he said, scraping his cigarette butt against the wall once more. "Already did my running today. I'm an early riser. I was actually about to go hit the chow hall, and then do some lifting, maybe." It wasn't that she wasn't invited, it was just that he wasn't going to extend an actual invitation.
She missed any allusion to invitation and simply shrugged. "Another time," she agreed. She flicked her tail, gesture similar to a wave. "Nice meeting you."
He gave her a classic reverse nod in return, tucking his cigarette butt into his pocket for disposal later. "Yeah, you too," he said, surprised that he genuinely meant it. "Enjoy your run," he said as he ceased leaning against the wall, standing straight and moving off in the general direction of the cafeteria.
She headed around the opposite corner and a moment after she left his sightline a large purple panther darted out from behind the building, running for the woods.
Sharon was out exploring when she caught a curious scent. There were so many interesting students, but this was another case where she needed to see exactly who this person was. She poked around the corner and spotted the boy that the scent belonged to. Without fanfare she wandered closer to him, sniffed at him, eyed him curiously, and then walked off around the corner.
John caught a whiff of something curious as well, and he raised an eyebrow just in time to see a purple cat's tail go around the corner, which just made his eyebrow crane even higher, somehow, to the point where it was almost painful. To be fair, John was at the point right now where he was living dangerously, smoking in a discreet spot near the school. The woods had become something of a hostile environment; Inu-yasha, the kid who he figured out was called Midnighter, and his half-sister Laura were all lurking out there, like some sort of sick amalgamation of his own worst enemies and his own worst parts of his himself rolled into three units, in differing measures.
He frowned. "Fuck. That poetry bullshit must be gettin' to me or somethin'," he muttered, shaking his head, blowing smoke.
It took a minute to locate the nearest cache of clothes, slip something on, and wander back. Sharon eyed John curiously again, this time saying, "Hello," as she came into sight.
If he was someone normal, he would have probably dropped his cigarette, but he heard footsteps coming his way, and he tucked his cigarette at his opposite hip, just playing it cool for the moment, and then before she even got there, he decided that it wasn't even worth pretending. Who gave a damn anyway? He was almost eighteen... just a few years to go.
She was only a little taller than he was, and he raised his eyebrow at her, noticing her tail. "Uh-huh," he said, taking a drag on his cigarette. Figures. One boy had ears, one has a tail. They'd make a perfect pair, he thought. Except cats and dogs mixed about as well as, well, himself and Inu-yasha. "Hello yourself," John said, pleased with how good he was getting with introductions. See? All it takes is a smoke. Just chemically alter yourself and everything's fine.
Sharon took a careful breath, having a harder time distinguishing his unique scent from the smoke in this form. Very distracting. But she wanted to talk, and she couldn't if she was a cat. "You're new?" Sharon asked. "Your scent is newer. Other students, already everywhere. Maybe not you? I'm Catseye."
He figured that Catseye probably wasn't her given name; it was probably some goofy nickname or something like that. As if she wanted to draw more attention to the fact that she had a cat's tail, and that judging by the scent, she could turn into a cat as well. Freakshow school indeed...
"I'm new-ish," John said, brushing it off. A week or two wasn't quite new, was it? Well, if she wanted to introduce herself with her goofy nickname, he figured she could. "My name's John," he told her. She might have caught whispers about his fight with Inu-yasha, by this point; he wasn't sure how much the kid was bragging about it, considering that neither of them had really won that fight. But round two was going to come up sooner or later...
"What about you?" he asked. "You're not exactly an omnipresent scent, yourself," he returned.
Steve either came up with the name due to the obvious feature, her eyes, or more likely due to a poetic nature and a play on the stone. She wouldn't know. She just liked it because he gave it to her.
"I'm new," she concurred. "Steve found me. Still exploring."
Whoever Steve was. "Uh-huh." He took a drag on his cigarette again, nearly killing it. He fished his softpack of Marlboro Reds out of his jacket pocket, along with his lighter.
And why not make some mischief? This girl seemed kind of clueless; maybe it was just the way she was talking, maybe it was just the sort of strange way she approached him. But he figured maybe this would also come across as polite. "You smoke?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "No."
He chuckled. "Maybe you should try one," he suggested. He scraped his spent cigarette's butt against the wall, and tucked it into his pocket, being a good boy and not littering, and started a new one, lighting it. He exhaled a small cloud of smoke.
"Smells terrible," Sharon pointed out. "Clings to you. Hides what's underneath."
Well, he couldn't argue with the last two points. "Eh, it's a question of taste," he said. Helped mostly to calm his nerves and keep himself from lashing out at his fellow students. "It's an old habit I picked up, a long way back," he said. "I haven't tried real hard to kick it," he confessed.
She nodded at that, understanding habit. "Do what you know. Easier that way," she said agreeably. Then, with a smile she added, "Until you find something better."
Either she was crazy, or she was just insightful as hell, John began to realize. Or maybe both. He offered her a smirk, cradling his cigarette in his lips. "Something like that," he said.
Honestly, if he wasn't lying to himself, she was pretty cute, and truthfully, he had just gotten to see women his age in the last two weeks or so; before that, it was all men, and it made him feel kind of ... hungry. Subtly, his nostrils flared, slightly, and his eyes took a slight wandering. If he had the element of surprise... Nervously, he puffed on his cigarette. Down, boy, he scolded himself. No need to throw rape charges into the mix. They got enough ammo against you to send you back to the real fuckin' prison this time. Don't give them a reason to pull the damn trigger on you. And he had no intention of going there alive. Juvenile was bad enough, where he'd been sent. Kids were animals, animals that John didn't understand.
"So, what, prowlin' around and claiming turf?" he asked, trying to get onto a topic of conversation he could understand. "'Cause I bet there ain't much left. I was hoping to get a slice of the woods myself, but seems like its slim pickin's."
She studied him curiously. "I think the others will share," Sharon said with a tone of certainty. "Doubt many will claim it for same reasons. Mostly hiding, I bet. I don't need to hide, not here. So mostly looking. Maybe hunting another night."
"Wouldn't be so certain of that," John said. "There's at least one I can think of who doesn't seem like the sharin' type." It seemed his thoughts almost always brought him back to that Inu-yasha kid. He smirked. If he didn't know any better, he'd start to think he was obsessed with the kid, or maybe even a bit smitten. "But who knows, they could just have it out for me." Could? More like definitely...
"Are they big?" Sharon asked. "Strong?" Her lips twisted with a smile. "Not very nice?"
"Eh, they're not that big," John said, blowing some smoke. "And some of them haven't been very nice." To her credit, Laura had probably tried. Midnighter was just doing what he probably thought was his job. Inu-yasha, on the other hand...
"They'll probably like you, though. You seem a bit more... personable than I am," John remarked.
Her tail flicked dismissively. "Will see. Won't stop me, if they don't. Somewhere to run now, to stretch and explore. Not afraid of unhappy people. Do you run?"
"Sometimes," he said. "I like to climb, too. And lift in the weight room." He shrugged. "I've been trying to work up in strength, get an edge, y'know?" Against the puppy-dog and his sister, mostly. If he could match or get close to Inu-yasha's raw strength, he could give the kid an even better thrashing next time, and if he was stronger than his sister, he could have an edge on her metal claws... "But agility training is important too." Running in the woods was good for that.
"Fun," she said. "I like to climb. Swim too, but cold now. Can't wait for summer." She eyed the woods. "Want to run?"
John swallowed, thinking of the fact that maybe he couldn't trust himself in more private areas with this girl. Not until he'd given the coils some time to unwind, and to become more accustomed to being near a cutie like herself. "Maybe some other time," he said, scraping his cigarette butt against the wall once more. "Already did my running today. I'm an early riser. I was actually about to go hit the chow hall, and then do some lifting, maybe." It wasn't that she wasn't invited, it was just that he wasn't going to extend an actual invitation.
She missed any allusion to invitation and simply shrugged. "Another time," she agreed. She flicked her tail, gesture similar to a wave. "Nice meeting you."
He gave her a classic reverse nod in return, tucking his cigarette butt into his pocket for disposal later. "Yeah, you too," he said, surprised that he genuinely meant it. "Enjoy your run," he said as he ceased leaning against the wall, standing straight and moving off in the general direction of the cafeteria.
She headed around the opposite corner and a moment after she left his sightline a large purple panther darted out from behind the building, running for the woods.
