Easy Like Sunday Morning (Open)

[Matrim Gallagher]

The following takes place at 6:30am, on a Sunday!

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Matrim woke up to hear his alarm clock ringing. The music that played from it was 'three little birds' by Bob Marley. The song was soothing, and instead of putting Matrim to sleep like slow music usually did, it pepped him up. Matrim sat up and looked at his clock, realizing that he would be on time if he rushed, he quickly showered, which was different when you actually were in a house instead of a loft. Because in a loft by yourself, there wasn't even a need to shut doors, much less lock them. Matrim took his shower, using his favorite type of shampoo with all the misleading commercials about saying 'oooh'. Herbal Essences or something like that.

Stepping out he dried himself off and got dressed, he had brought some clothes with him so that he wouldn't have to walk around with just a towel on, he was new to Reira's house and this would be extremely weird for him since he hadn't been here all too long. After getting the boxers, jeans, and button up white shirt on he combed his hair straight back, he would let it dry naturally since it always seemed to go where he wanted it to when it dried without brushing or using a hair dryer.

Yawning as he left the bathroom he made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk, which in hindsight didn't taste that great since he had already brushed his teeth. Don't you hate when that makes everything taste horrible? Anyway, downing the glass he made his way outside, deciding to walk instead of face the weekend traffic. Sure it was early, but those church going grandma's always drove insanely slow and backed up the local streets. So instead, having slipped on some sandals, Matrim made his way to school the old fashioned way.

It was quite a relaxing walk, and as he did so he noticed some fighting on the edge of school grounds. In fact, as he got closer, he saw there was a lot of fighting. He sighed, walking up to the five kids who were in a brawl over what seemed like nothing. As he got closer he heard something about a music player, uncomfortable penetration, and something about a doctor being able to pick up Dr. Dre with a Stethoscope when this was over with.

Very unenthusiastically Matrim walked up and quietly as if to him self muttered, "No... stop guys... you aren't supposed to fight.. it's wrong...." But since they didn't hear him he simple walked up, knocking two out with chops to the back of the neck, the remaining three looked at Matrim and he simply looked back. His eyes were dead because his good mood was gone, and the lack of sleep was catching up.

"Seriously guys? It's fucking Sunday. This is the Lord's day, can't we at least get along on the sabbath? Well... the christian sabbath anyway...." The guys looked somewhat scared but looked at each other and dispersed. All except for the two Matrim had knocked out. He looked around and became very worried when he saw headphones coming from the waistline of one of the boys pants, "That can't feel very good...."

He then walked inside the school, letting out a huge yawn that almost resembled a roar of sorts. Walking through the halls he scratched his head, "Let's hope nothing else goes wrong today....."

And as if Fate had just heard that and thought 'hahahaha, oh Matrim you silly bitch, you just had to say it didn't you?' Matrim flat out tripped over someone else who had just lost a fight, and fell into somebody who was just at their locker. Matrim hit the ground and let out a groan of annoyance. Today was going to be... different.

Freaking school on a freaking sunday!

[Nicolas Constantine]

How many people did Nick have to beat the crap out of today? Could he just go one damn day without someone falling on him, tripping on him, bumping into him, etc?

"GOD DAMN IT! WHO THE FUCK IS BUMPING INTO ME NO- Oh, hi, Matrim. Didn't see you there." he said turning around from his locker to see the School Captain there.

He smiled embarrassingly at guy who was now on the floor in front of him, putting a hand out to help him up.

Nick normally wasn't this violent, but going to school on a weekend just made him angry as hell. He had already trashed the guy Matrim had tripped over for making a crude comment about how shitty he looked today. Of course he'd look like crap when he was used to waking up on this formerly glorious day at noon.

[Tash]

School on a Sunday. She wanted to know whose brilliant idea that had been so she could find them, introduce herself, shake their hand, and then throttle them. Sundays were her sleep-in days, her lazy days. Every day is a lazy day with you, Tash. Hmph, well Sundays were her excused lazy days, then. And having her get up at an ungodly hour on the Godliest day of the week was just damn perverse. Tash didn't like it one bit.

Of course, just to make things that much more peachy, Bambino had gotten a flat the day before (nail punched right through the tire while driving by a construction site) and she'd had to take him into the shop, which was (of course) closed on Sundays. So she had ended up walking to school, which wasn't a problem so much as it was just a hassle, especially considering that the reason for walking was going to mean more overtime at work and yet another small wad of cash out of her paycheck.

Usually on a day like this, you'd expect the typical stoner to be lost in a haze of smoke, going through grass faster than a John Deere riding mower. But for some reason she hadn't felt like inducing that kind of blessed stupor today. Contrary to popular belief, Tash did in fact know how to go more than a day without rolling a joint. However, the way her day was going, she was almost wishing she had. She was definitely in a 'fuck it all' mood, not really paying attention to anything and needed something to calm her nerves, and desperately.

Of course, she wasn't paying attention to the sound of a fight going on outside the classroom she was in, or the fact that the rest of her classmates exited through the other door to avoid it. So when she stood , swung her messenger bag onto her shoulder and exited from the wrong side of the classroom - the one closest to the brawl - she wasn't expecting to fling open the door and almost send it crashing into a slim and dark haired, blue eyed boy whom she definitely recognized. Her green eyes widened and she dove for the door, grabbing it and dragging it backwards just before it slammed into him. Wake up call.

"Shit! Merda! Sorry Nick!!!"

Normally she guessed he'd have been alert enough to move out of the way, but he seemed preoccupied by the fact that he had just been bumped into by a taller, huskier guy who she thought she recognized as the School Captain, even though they'd never met and she couldn't remember his name. Going to a school like this, you inevitably heard about students like him. She gasped at the close call, hauling back on the heavy door with all her weight and letting it slam shut before she slumped against the wall, her wild hair out of its usual headband and half obscuring her eyes, which were hazy with eyeliner from the day before. It managed to somehow give them a stunning smoky look. It had been so early when her alarm had gone off that she was literally wearing what she'd rolled out of bed in: that is, a pair of mens' red plaid flannel boxers rolled several times at the waistband so that they cut off high up on her tan thighs and a white camisole top that barely made it past her belly button. She had on a pair of old flip flops and of course, was carrying her cumbersome bag.

"Fuck, I didn't even see you guys, I'm so sorry! I missed, didn't I?!"

[Nicolas Constantine]

Just before he could help Matrim up, the door Nick was standing by opened up, smashing him in the side, hurting like hell. He was going to kill whoever just did that.

"JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE FU- oh, hi Tash..." he rubbed his head and blushed.

"Shit! Merda! Sorry Nick!!!"[/i]

Whatever it was about this girl, he would never know, but all would be forgiven this time, as it was apparent from her reaction that she had done it by accident.

"Fuck, I didn't even see you guys, I'm so sorry! I missed, didn't I?!"

"Sadly, no, but I think I'll live..."

[Tash]

"Sadly, no, but I think I'll live..."

She just about died. Not even here a week and she's bludgeoning her first friend with doors.

"Emme! Ben cotto, Natasha - siete un fessacchiona!"

She reacts to his response with a stream of Italian so fast it is almost unintelligible and grabs a hold of his arm and pulls him over, looking him over to make sure she hasn't done any irreparable damage. It's the Italian mamma in her coming out for a split second.

"Perdonilo! Oh fuck, I feel like such an idiot. Don't have a concussion or something, I'd feel like shit! Sono spaciente!"

Tash gives him a big Italian kiss on the cheek by way of apology, looking him up and down again. It finally registers in her sleep deprived brain that she hasn't done that much damage and that the thud as the door hit his body sounded worse than it really was. She stops, huffs testily and lets him go, standing back and crossing her arms.

"Hell, you're fine. How come you're letting me go and get all worried about you - make an idiot out of myself in the middle of the hallway, huh?

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick was pulled over to her by the arm she had hit, making Nick yelp out of pain. He was then bludgeoned by a stream of Italian so fast, he couldn't keep up with it. That was beside the point, he was too busy dealing with being crashed into ever which way.

And then it came. A big kiss on the cheek that made everything better and Nick turned into a ripe tomato. She then realized that she hadn't hurt him badly and let go of him. He rubbed his arm, but was still blushing like mad.

"Hell, you're fine. How come you're letting me go and get all worried about you - make an idiot out of myself in the middle of the hallway, huh?

"Aww, I knew you cared for me Tash! May I have another?" he smiled, looking at her with big blue sparkling eyes.

[Tash]

"Porco mondo, voi puttana impertinente! No, you may not. It was a token of goodwill."

She squares her shoulders and narrows her eyes, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Oh, she is most definitely awake now. Little sucker. Usually, she wasn't much for open displays of affection but that door thud had sounded nasty and whenever someone was hurt her 'Simona' side came out....she did a mental facepalm and then shook her head, a little smile creeping back onto her face.

"Of course I care just....don't get used to that. And don't try and hurt yourself around me just to get attention. That'd be so typically and idiotically boyish. You can find better ways to get my attention if you really want it and you know it."

She looks around, seeing the wounded just about for the first time. Nick's near death door bludgeoning had side tracked her and she'd almost forgotten about them and the Captain standing nearby.

"Sorry about all this. It's too early for me to be up. I guess I'm a walking health hazard."

Tash throws a glance over to Nick, who apparently knew the guy. Maybe he'd introduce her and she wouldn't have to create any more of a display than she already had.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira was having a questionable dream. It was freaking odd. Something about her hugging a man in a tomato suit. He was supposed to be advertising for some new sub sandwich place and he was very warm, in fact, he was keeping her warm right now. The sun was shining and the tomato man was very comfy to snuggle against and them BAM, it was gone. How rude. Groaning in a pissed off manner, Reira’s eyebrow twitched in her sleep and then her eyes fluttered open.

Bah, where did Matrim go…why the hell was I dreaming about a tomato mascot?!! And--Holy shit, it’s Sunday….I have school!!! GOD DAMNIT!

“I am so late!”

Stumbling out of bed, the girl threw herself into the shower and swiftly washed her hair with some convenient 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner. Not the best for the hair, but it was fast. Showering in record time, she dried herself off and put on a pair of jean short shorts and a simple red tank top that fit nicely over her torso. She didn’t bother doing anything with her hair, but she did put some moose in it…so it would air dry with lovely waves. She brushed her teeth, etc. Applying some simple make-up, Reira was out the door once her white and black plaid flats were on her feet.

But wow. School on a Sunday morning. Who the hell came up with that brilliant idea?! Reira cursed whomever it was. This was torture. She had enough trouble getting up for school in the week, let alone in the morning. With a granola bar sticking out of her mouth, Reira walked across her lawn in, yes, a pissed off manner. Which was about to be made worse when the automatic sprinkler system went off…getting her nice and dry clothing wet.

1, 2, 3...

“ARRRGH!!”

So now she was wet, her breakfast was wet and she had no time to get changed. Guess she was walking to school as she was. Ignoring the looks she got form people she passed on the streets, she finally made it to the school. Boy oh boy did she glare at the building. Throwing her half eaten breakfast away, she opened the door and was just itching to take her anger out on something and she had someone in mind…maybe the person who didn’t wake her up? Smiling a little too sinister for a Sunday morning, she parted her wet hair and continued a little too fast around a hallway corner.

Yep, she slipped and then slid the rest of the way around the corner. Hooray for wet clothing! On her butt, she kinda just sat there, her teeth clenched tightly. She could hear some other people down the hall from her. Great. Oh well, a fall wasn’t a fall unless someone saw you.

“I hate this…”

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim remained on the floor for the two's entire conversation. He got quite comfortable, putting his hands behind his head as he watched Nicolas put the moves on the Italian chick. Sadly Matrim didn't speak Italian, he spoke French, Spanish, and English but that was about it. Still, he was amused with just how well Nicolas was talking to this girl, he didn't know the kid had it in him. Finally there was a moment in which he could get up, but he was distracted by movement going on behind him. So lifting his head up so that he was looking down the hallway with upside down perspective, he saw Reira fall on her ass, Matrim pointed at her and called out, "Ha ha!"

And then he lifted both hands up bending them back in a way so he could rock his momentum and push off of the floor and into a standing position. Doing so he put a hand to his lower back, "Man that hurts when you aren't stretched out right...." He said, stretching his back out after that little bit, "So I gather your name is Tash? I'm Matrim Gallagher the School Captain, and no worries Nick...."

Matrim patted nick on the back and turned to walk over to Reira, walking up to her he'd hold his hand out to help her up, "I think me and you just have a disagreement with Gravity. We want up and it want's us to go down." He explained, hoping she would take his hand. If she did he'd lift her up into a kiss on the lips before letting go of her hand. He was excited to see her around a bit more, he hadn't seen her around school as much lately. Though he could imagine why with the work load they were given.

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick enjoyed tokens of good will apparently, if that's what it was.

"Of course I care just....don't get used to that. And don't try and hurt yourself around me just to get attention. That'd be so typically and idiotically boyish. You can find better ways to get my attention if you really want it and you know it."[/i]

Hm... ways to get her attention...

Nick wasn't positive what she meant by that, but he liked the fact that he did things that grabbed her attention in a more positive way. It was, well... flattering? That probably wasn't the correct word, but Nick digressed. Focus went back to Matrim as Tash noticed him, who was still on the ground, watching their shenanigans.

"Sorry about all this. It's too early for me to be up. I guess I'm a walking health hazard."[/b]

Tash gave Nick a look that told him to introduce her, but Matrim beat him to it, pushing himself up off the floor.

"Man that hurts when you aren't stretched out right..."

Nick made an apologetic face towards Matrim.

"So I gather your name is Tash? I'm Matrim Gallagher the School Captain, and no worries Nick...."

Matrim patted him on the back before walking off to a girl who had slipped on her ass.

"Yeah, no problem. Sorry about my outburst, what can I say, it's Sunday..."

He turned to face where Matrim had gone and where the girl had fallen.

[Reira DeMorvick]

"Ha ha!"

Oh great. Did it have to be Matrim that noticed her fall on her ass like an idiot? Sure he witnessed her do a lot of idiotic things, like getting trapped in her bathroom window for instance, so you’d think she’d be used to it by now. Nope. She liked laughing at other people’s misfortunes, not the other way around. Okay, that was a lie, she liked laughing at herself too…just not today. XD

Sighing, she blew her bangs up and forgot about it. That was one of the best things about Reira, she could just forget about things and move on. Which was a good and a bad trait depending upon the situation. She heard Matrim say something and she managed to get the names of the other two people he was with. Nick and Tash? Easy enough to remember.

"I think me and you just have a disagreement with Gravity. We want up and it want's us to go down."

“Oh, I dunno. It wouldn’t be so bad if I was there to ‘ha-ha’ at you falling,” she said with a grin.

Matrim was now beside her, offering her a helping hand. She took it gratefully and was pulled into a nice little kiss. Reira smiled. Maybe this day wouldn’t be so bad after all. Ignoring her sprinkler soaked clothing, Reira looked around Matrim towards the other two people and waved in a friendly greeting…in the back of her mind she was a little embarrassed that they witnessed her idiotic fall.

“Those your friends?,” she asked Matrim.