Any Questions...?(Bix)

[Gabriel Seran]

(OOC: I'm gonna say this takes place just before our official meeting of the honor guard though right after losing the arm)

It was a dark world, a cold one. Emptiness lurked within a broken mind. It was a breeding place for deceit and decay, evil and darkness. The back field of the school seemed rather empty for the time being and Gabriel wasn't very well rested. Rather than going to his Meta-physical Sciences class he decided to catch a good hour or two of sleep at the back yard.

The darkness behind his lids revealed darkened memories of the past and it kept him from sleep, kept him from rest. He rolled over to a side flexing the newly formed gauntlet in his grip. It felt so strange, being mostly so inhuman though Gabriel hadn't felt that way for a time so the limb only added to his descent.

Sleep was an impossible realization, he could never attain it not for the longest time. Murder and death haunted those dreams now. They were only dissuaded by dreams of grander and lust. Gabriel curled up beneath the long unkept grass blades and hid from the world if only for a little while.

[bix]

One Broken Mind
To Another

Bix walked. It was. Her free period. And the skies. Were dark. Rain would come. If not today. Then perhaps. Another day. Still though. It was cloudy enough. That she was able. To walk. Without having. An umbrella. To hide her skin. From the rays. Of the sun. She walked. On the outskirts. Of the school. Her mind was thinking. Of many things. It was well developed. Bix was a very. Intelligent girl. No one really knew. More than one Gabriel Seran. She supposed that was why. She had been chosen. To join his group. She assumed this. As he had not seen. The extent. Of her darkside. Only her manipulative side. So as she walked. Her thoughts moved to many. Different things. One was Connor. One was her sudden. Lack of family. And then. The bruises and things. That were hidden. Behind her clothing.

Blue hair was down today. Laying over her shoulders. And down a bit. Of her back. Bangs. Seemed dark. Against her pale skin. She wore a skirt today. Not a strange occurance. She wore them. Frequently enough. She wore cobweb tights. Over her pale legs. A skirt. That was black. And satin. That was pleated. And moved. As she did. With a bit of tool. Underneath. To make it stand out. A bit. Over her torso. Was a black shirt. Silver tie. And a tie clip. That was black. She walked. Her bag. Patting. Her body as. She walked. The body. That had filled out. to gain. The once stick figured girl. A bit of curves. She was no where. Close to heavy set. She just had. A bit more fill. To the curves. That she had.

In this walking. She found. That she saw. Someone in. The grass. Laying there. She came. Planning to cross him. And continue moving. That was. Until she saw. That it was not. Just someone. But Gabriel Seran. The very man. That seemed. To find some sort. Of interest in her.

"Greetings."

Bix stated. As she sat down. Beside him. Figuring that. Company. Could not be. Too bad. And he was. Laying down. Bix was. Modest. For the most part. So she did not. Wish him. To see things. That she. Was not ready. To show him. Afterall. He was only. an acquaintance. And nothing more.

[Gabriel Seran]

Emerald eyes turned upward near devoid of life as he skimmed the small girl over. Pale features a brokenness he suspected to haunt her. There was nothing to back up his evidence he merely suspected as much from her dark ended responses neither alluding to anything nor seeking out any ambitions either. Gabriel saw something in her as dark as the thing within his own heart an emptiness. Perhaps there was something he could learn from the opportunity she would provide him. Give wings to his ambition perhaps.

"Good evening..." It was hardly accurate assuming that the light of dusk peeked just over the horizon searching out what little light it could to add to the morning's burst.

Gabriel rolled back onto his palms relieving himself of pain and anticipation of such. "What brings you?"

He was constantly suspicious of people's intentions no one truly wanted company, they were only after what one person could give them, what great will of power one could provide. He stared at Bix questioningly surveying her.