That was too easy... (Bastille)

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar had come to school late today. It was probably mid afternoon and by the looks of it all the kids were in class studying. What dorks. Did they have no life? Sylar had no room to talk. He e was wondering the halls all alone. No one was there to talk to him. He had been this way since he had moved her. Fights every know and then, or more like everyday for smart-ass remarks or stupid things. He didn’t mind it though. Occasionally he would enjoy it and toy with his opponents. While other times he just wanted to kill them as hard as he could. Sylar turned the hall and noticed there was a kid trying to break into the lockers. Not a very smart move if you asked him. He wasn’t even being sneaky with it. Sylar decided he wasn’t even going to bother with the guy until he noticed the wallet in his back pocket. Sylar went over and very quickly and smoothly snatched it out f the kids’ pocket. The kid was to busy to even notice what had just happened. Sylar looked in it and saw an id card. He threw it out. He didn’t car who the kid was. He opened the area where you store money and noticed a coupe hundreds. That would come in handy. He threw the wallet in his back pocket and continued to walk.

Sylar turned the corner and saw an unoccupied bench. He was ready to rest for a while. Wait for the other kids to get out and start something exciting.

[Bastille]

Bastille had been coming back from the bathroom and witnessed the whole ordeal. To her extreme pleasure the man had done something interesting, proving her theory man kind was the root of all evil due to greed being the most prominent sin. She was going to sue Pandora for opening that stupid jar full of demonic things. Bastille quickly snatched the wallet from the scary looking kids back pocket and returned it to the other kids pocket (using the tip of her sword and one simply tumble move) and then slammed the kids head into the locker. She didn’t care if the other guy saw her steal the wallet back. She had done it all the same.

“lets not break into my locker shall we?” she said to the unconscious kid as she opened her locker and shoved out a book or two and then slammed it closed stepping on the kid and then heading towards her class.

[Sylar Silverberg]

*THUMP*

“lets not break into my locker shall we?”

Sylar didn’t even notice or hear the girl in the hall. She must have just appeared out of nowhere. It didn’t matter though. He was in a good mood. He had a wallet full of cash. He reached back for it and it was gone. Ok, he didn’t care about the kid getting his head bashed but that was now sylar’s wallet.

“Excuse me miss, but your screwing with the wrong guy. You have about five seconds to give me my wallet back.”

Sylar was an ass. Everyone knew that if they meet him. So deal with it. But he really hated getting his stuff stolen from someone he didn’t know. Kind of ironic but whatever. He just wanted his money back.

[Bastille]

Her crimson eyes turned to look at him with a brow raised. Her arms crossed across her chest. The incredulous look she gave him was full of disdain and criticism… she was just as much a jack ass as he. She pulled out a cigarette almost out of no where and stuck it in her mouth and lit it then blew smoke in his face before walking past.

“stop stealing from kids then claiming to be yours…earn your own money you pathetic peace of shit…”

She was in a bad mood today. Periods….girls had them and they sucked. And no one messed with Bastille when she was grumpy. Her sword was at her side as the kid began to twitch she turned over her shoulder to look at the other kid she had just yelled at then to the now slowly twitching one.

“pathetic” was all she said before she continued to walk down the hall slowly.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Pathetic, who the hell was she calling pathetic. She was just as bad if not worse. Look at her, thinking she is all cool cause she has a cigarette. Well whooped do. No one really cares if you smoke. Everyone does it. Sylar saw that she was starting to walk away. Just walk away after just saying pathetic. She had another thing coming.

“And where the hell do you think your going? Your just as pathetic as that kid or maybe even worse. Who knows. I but it’s true though.”

This was big. Two things were going to happen next by sylar’s guess. She would either turn around and challenge him or she would keep walking. Sylar hoped for the fight. Even though she had that sword it didn’t matter. I would fight to the point of no return. Hopefully this time I actually when the fight.

[Bastille]

“I was calling your pathetic…not him, then again both of you are. Resorting to stealing…its downright depressing. Man up and get a job you filch, or is honest work below your self created pedestal?”
She said it with a bored tone marred a bit by her irritation. She let out a steady stream of smoke from her lips as she put a hand on her hip and turned slightly over her shoulder to look at him. Her crimson eyes gave him a once over and when he seemed to prove her right her eyes got, if possible, more bored. She turned fully to face him.

She wanted to know who this guy was for a second. Then it occurred to her it didn’t matter…besides not like this guy was worth her time. Instead she stood there and stared at him with a bored look.

[Sylar Silverberg]

“First of all I am not on a self-praised pedestal. Plus do you have another cigs. I think I’ve run out.”

Just to be sure he pulled out a box of cigs. Yep, he was out. He threw it into the trash. Yes, he made it. He stood there and looked back at the girl. He noticed that she had a crimson eye color very unique considering he never saw anyone with that color of an eye. His were out of the normal to but most people never said anything about it. It didn’t matter to him though, he just wished someone would notice. It wasn’t that big of a deal. He would have much rather of had a cig than to get a compliment from who just insulted him. It wasn’t like he couldn’t find a job. He had tried to find one many times and he never got accepted. Probably because he always went in their in all black and straightened hair. He had to make it flow somehow.

Sylar continued to look at the girl who was standing right in front of him to try and figure out what she was thinking. It was going to bug him until he found out but he wasn’t. He wasn’t a mind reader. Although that would be pretty cool. All he wanted from her the most was that cig.