Druuugs (Gabriel)

[Olivia Green]

Olivia walked slowly. She didn't have a vehicle yet, 'cause she wasn't exactly rich. She had a bottled water in one hand, while trying to wrestle open a bottle of tyonal. It was extremely difficult to do so with a hand that had been occupied with water, and with a broken arm. Livi managed to twist it so the two little arrows matched and she brought the cap up to her lips. With her teeth she opened it up, but the bottle came with it and both lid and pills went flying in different directions. It was a shame seeing as how she just bought that huge ass thing and also the fact she was in a lot of pain.

She still had a cut lip, cut cheek bone, and black eye from her dad that one unfateful night. Her back ached from the chair as well as the aches from her arm were really getting to her.

"Lame..." Olivia quietly murmured to herself. She knelt down and started sweeping all the pills together in a neat pile with her good hand, then poured them back into the bottle. Now they were all mockey, so she closed the lid making sure the arrows were perfectly alligned, then she tossed them in the trash.

She didn't have enough money to get another bottle: so, she sat down on a bus stop bench in defeat. Livi never really showed any signs of anger or irritation, which is a qood quality some might think (unless they are the type she grew up around that made fun of her for it.)

"Take a bus home and hope to God someone has pills..." it was a soft whisper, but someone might be able to hear it, though Olivia wouldn't have noticed she spoke out loud as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, waiting for the bus.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel had just exited the hospital from his last inquisition, spending a night in that place was hell, the screams were one thing to drive him mad if anything else. It all reminded him of the time he'd spent underground, pinned to the walls with those copper chains, the marks still brandished his back and other parts of his body. The green metallic look to it was faded now but it would never fade.

Crunching down the pain pills as if it were candy he marched down the street to the bus stop, not something a man of noble blood would take himself down to but based on his current situation Stu had stolen his car and taken his arm. The phantom limb was still there and thanks to a useful operation he was able to find a replacement.

It was metal, his upper arm made of a thick titanium substance, he was growing quite fond of it but he'd never know quite how to explain it to people. He didn't necessarily have to, though for regularity sake Gabriel kept a black velvet glove over it, first notice would see it as simply a strange man with a single glove on, though later inspection however... well use your imagination.

As he made it to the bus stop the pain pills were nearly gone, the bottle tightly clasped by his right hand, the damaged one of course. Gabriel looked like a transient now he'd been away from home for a time and been without an extra set of clothes, he wore a raggedy white button up left open to his white shit as well, each covered in a dry layer of blood. His set of Jeans however looked remotely undamaged yeah denim!

COming to a seat he hardly took notice of the attractive looking blonde at his side or those bruises she neglected to hide. Perhaps it was the shock still wearing off or maybe the drugs.

[Olivia Green]

Olivia tried not to move, to avoid any pain. Her eyes fluttered open and the sun sunk into her pupils making the openings smaller and burning her eyes. With her good arm, she rested it on her forehead, letting it become a visor for her eyes.

She couldn't help but notice a man sit beside her. Man boy, smae thing. He was wearing ratty clothes with dried blood on them. Smelled like he hasn't changed for awhile either. Another thing that had caught her attention was the Michael Jackson glove. She thought she had a weird style? Well, she still has a weird style. Her shirt was a baggy, green, plaid button up. She was wearing shredded white wash jeans and a pair of combat boots. Of course, she was wearing a touque. She seemed to be dressed like a bum or a butch lumber-woman named Helga... Well, she wasn't either or... She was just a skinny weak girl who seemed she didn't eat enough... well, being a vegan, she blamed that most of the time...

She inched further away from the stranger, not because he looked like that, it was because he was a stranger. Olivia had trust issues, obviously.

"...Hi..." her soft voice cracked. The bus wouldn't be there for awhile so she might as well discover how nice he is so she doesn't feel to threatened. Livi pulled an inhaler out of her purse and had taken a puff from it's medicine. Paranoia and asthma do not mix...

"What happened?" then she realized how rude that could be to some people and tried to hurry and correct herself, "Oh sorry! You don't have to answer that if its too personal..."

[Gabriel Seran]

His goal played out in his head like a spiraling film left on play, continuously repeating endlessly. He saw the rise, the fall, and soon on another hero. He grinned slightly at the thought of who it would be, the man was clouded in a veil. but even still Gabriel felt as if he knew the man well enough. It would be an epic battle and Gabriel certainly wouldn't let up.

"...Hi..."

The small voice broke his daydreams and he turned bleary eyed at the girl, not noticing her before his eyes instinctively gave her a once over. Blonde, bruised, looked to have a bit of self confidence issues by the way she held herself. His eyes shot back up to meat hers and not appear disrespectful, he'd been raised better than that.

"Hello..." He said in a calm voice accented by his french heritage.

"What happened? Oh sorry! you don't have to answer that if its too personal..."

Gabriel gave a short laugh. Odd to laugh at his own misfortune but to him it was a bit of a joke.

"I had a run in with a kitchen knife." and an old friend, Gabriel though remembering the deed that had been done in order to get behind enemy lines to take down the Reapers. He didn't want to show what was beneath the glove, it was rather inhuman and morbid to an extent. Nothing to worry about at least for the time being.

"Never been on a bus before, hard to believe right." Gabriel said with a short laugh trying to change the subject.

[Olivia Green]

She felt like a dweeb when she started apoligizing like a dork. The stranger laughed, she couldn't tell if it was directed at her or what... but what ever it was directed at, Olivia thought it was her...

She looked dwon to the ground to avoid eye contact when he stared her in the eyes.

"I had a run in with a kitchen knife." Olivia couldn't help but smile at the irony of that sentance. Yes, it was bad for her to smile considering he just told her why he had blood. It was also rude, 'cause her run in with a kitchen knife involved the death of her abusive father.

"Never been on a bus before, hard to believe right." she looked up at the boy and shook her head "no" timidly.

"Not really... This is my second bus I have ever taken. Back where I used to live I was too scared to... now I have to." he seemed to be a diamond in the rough. She wasn't meaning personality wise, but the way he presented. Well, personality wise, she didn't know if he was a diamond or not, but it is Olivia so she will only assume the worse.

She felt there wasn't enough space between them still; so, she wedged herself further. now she was located at the edge of the bench. Hopefully he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

The light was etching itself into her brain, giving her head a a big headache. Her eyes shut tightly and she pressed the ball of her palm to the top of her nose bridge, between her eyes. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Bad pain..." eversince the last night her dad attacked her, her headaches were getting worse. It was even too much for her to realize she just repeated herself three times. Cheer for O.C.D.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel’s laugh turned into a small half made smile, at least she wasn’t treating him like a bum, yet. Gabriel’s eyes traced her slight evasive movement and squinted a bit as if it had hit some emotional pain. He didn’t necessarily cared what others thought of him though it didn’t really ever feel good to know that someone was talking to you for merely the sake of politeness rather than ingenuity.

Opening his mouth to speak he hesitated, “Sorry about this…um…uh” he found at a loss for words a bit then soon found his tongue, “I’d like you to not have the wrong impression of me, I feel as though you’re basing this off of appearances sake.

He made a small devilish grin as he articulated each of the words almost perfectly even his short stuttering in the beginning seemed almost as if it were planned.

“I’m Gabriel Seran, a pleasure to meet you.” He said shortly offering a hand, “Is there by any chance I can get a redo?”

[Olivia Green]

It was his turn to apologize, but for what?

“I’d like you to not have the wrong impression of me, I feel as though you’re basing this off of appearances sake." Well, great. Now she felt like an ass. The least thing she wants is to be mean to others or get them mad.

"I’m Gabriel Seran, a pleasure to meet you.” he offered a hand. A gesture someone would normally return in politeness, but this was Olivia... Olivia hated physical contact; so she just stared at the hand, further making herself look like a bitch. “Is there by any chance I can get a redo?”

Her green eyes left his hand and found his face. She tried to smile, considering how spooked she was. "Um.... I'm not basing anything off your appearances... I am basing it off my paranoia." unlike her sister, she was brutally honest, 'cause she believed when someone is honest, they will be respected more. She needed all the respect she could get by honesty seeing as how she wouldn't even shake the boy's hand. heck, she would be hesitant to shake a little girl's hand for fear she might bite her.

"But I'm I'm I'm Olivia Green... Ahh.... Nice to meet you..." in all reality, the only thing bugging her of his outfit was the one glove. Not because it was mysterious or anything... it was because the other hand didn't have the other one. One side was different, and it should be the same. so he might catch her staring at it.

[Gabriel Seran]

Paranoia? Gabriel cocked a brow unsure of whether to buy it or call out her excuse. he didn't particularly feel like being an ass now he had far too many enemies to begin with. Though the thought crossed his mind of what he'd do if he was in a more impatient state of mind. he sighed letting out a short whip of breath.

"It's alright, I guess I can see where you're coming from so that still doesn't get rid of the fact that you are indeed suspicious of me." He grinned cleverly trying to play into her words more than was necessary.

"Olivia Green, ahh It's a beautiful name, one to match a face." His eyes were still locked on hers as they motioned towards his hand. In a quick movement almost like a submissive tick Gabriel sheathed it away in his pocket coming to a stand not mentioning its existence. Curious one here, if Olivia wanted a peek she'd have to certainly try harder.

[Olivia Green]

"It's alright, I guess I can see where you're coming from so that still doesn't get rid of the fact that you are indeed suspicious of me." ah great! he still took it personally. Her teeth bared, but instead of anger it was like an oopsy face....(OOC:like the one in the siggy;)) He smiled though, which softened the blow of his words, though she couldn't fully believe he was happy or not.

"Olivia Green, ahh It's a beautiful name, one to match a face." she didn't believe a word of it. She was bent and broken and she had been avoided all her life. This guy was even lucky she was talking to him. She was quite used to being called a mute at her old school. She also got nervous when hers and Gabriel's eyes alligned, so they dropped down to that glove again. Call it an impulse. Just as quick it was shoved in his pocket. The swift movement caused her to jump slightly, also make her stick her own hand in her pocket. At least his miss matching hands were hidden.

She looked down to her cast, that liked to scream "Hey look! No signatures, means Imma loner!" she hated the damn thing. It was a reminder of home.

"No need for your flattery... You don't have to say things you don't mean." its not like she was told she was beautiful before. Everyday with her mother was a reminder of how much of a useless sack of sand she was, and the boys at school who were into the confidence driven cheerleaders. She looked at her watch, then again, then again. She found the time on the first glance, but she needed to do it the two other times. The bus should have been here. She felt like an idiot with this guy 'cause she was socially innept and couldn't start a conversation.

"Ah...Um..Um,Um. Do you like music?" that is how people start conversation, right?

[Gabriel Seran]

"No need for your flattery... You don't have to say things you don't mean."

Now Gabriel could feel his pride rising in his chest though this time it reflected upon someone else, it was acting in defense of Olivia rather than fighting for himself. She was indeed a little rough around the edges, battered bruised but really was he so different? His teeth clenched down and showed a bit of anger though unsuccessfully attempting to quell it he managed only a few words.

"Why is it that you are trying to beat yourself up? It looks as though someone did that work for you." It came out a bit angrier than he'd intended but it wouldn't be stopped.

"I mean," he said shaking his head, "you obviously don't spend to much time around a mirror do you?" His anger now quelled Gabriel sat lifeless at the bench hoping for a positive reply though doubted it as he had jumped to anger far too fast than he'd expected.

"Ah...Um..Um,Um. Do you like music?"
He laughed at the way she broke the silence. It was an easy enough way to rid himself of the negative frenzy within him.

"Yes, yes I do...." He gave a light grin, "Do you know Bach?" old fashioned right?

[Olivia Green]

He snapped at her... also making it a bit personal about the beatings. Olivia was now more so scared of the man than before. He could just snap like a twig and wale at her...

And yes she has looked in the mirror. She never liked to. It was living proof of how pethetic she was. Seeing what was done to her, that it could have been easily stopped. Alexis managed to leave, but Olivia was too chicken to leave, so she lived through seventeen rough years.

He laughed at her attempt and it seemed to have come as fast at it had left, once again, reminding her of her mother. She was bipolar. Happy one second livid the next. Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat to hide the fact she was going to cry. She was scared shitless by this guy. She wasn't ready to cry because of the words he had said to her, it was the delivery.

"Actually, no, I don't know Bach... What is it like?" he seemed to like this topic, so she wanted to keep to it. She didn't want to upset him more than she already had. he had a grin on his face, and if Olivia had one, it would have been forced. Though she didn't. Her face was expressionless. She would usually have no emotion on her face when she was scared or just didn't want the person to know what she was feeling.

[Gabriel Seran]

He could sense something was wrong but didn't anticipate it was something beyond his control though even if it was Gabriel was simply stubborn enough to do everything he could to fight against it. some would call it stupidity he preferred vigilance. Bach who was Bach?

"He was a classical composer, very calm melodic movements." Gabriel sighed as if there was something on his mind.

He wasn't in particular angered with her, simply bothered at how she acted, even when he noted her with flattery she reacted self consciously and held everything inside he could tell there was something wrong and he'd be damned if not knowing her prior to this meeting that he'd let something stand in his way.

"You seem... Distant?" Gabriel noted looking back up towards Olivia with a curious eye, "Something on your mind?"

[Olivia Green]

"He was a classical composer, very calm melodic movements." he seemed annoyed when he let out a sigh. She could just do him a favour and walk home. Yes, it was a long walk, but maybe she would find another bus stop.. with someone who hates her less.

"You seem... Distant?" he took her blank look as a sign, "Something on your mind?" her eyes looked troubled as they locked on Gabriel. He seemed angry... or irritated.

"You just remind me of my bipolar mother... she was abusive she even married an abusive man. Lucky for her, he only beat his two daughters...." yes, brutally honest. Her brows perked with apology and her eyes stood with grief. "I'm sorry you remind me of them.. just the way you are acting is scaring me.. I am sort of scarred for life..." hence the paranoia. She quickly grabbed her inhaler and took a couple drags of the medicine. She was panicking and was about to hyperventilate. "So sorry, sorry sorry."

She never talked back, so she felt like a bitch.. that and saying he reminded her of someone who abused her since birth and just so happened to be bipolar. Olivia wouldn't take to kindly to someone if they told her that. Well, he asked, so now she was in for it. Livi cringed slightly, waiting for the results of her actions.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was taken aback that wasn't the answer he'd expected he was hoping more of the cautious girl making sure she was avoiding another one of those asshole guys swooping in to use her and leave but an abusive mother. He felt a wave of guilt hit him like a brick wall. He was short of breath for a second, Gabriel moved to sit down beside her yet still kept enough distance to not burst the bubble.

"No, no you have no reason to apologize, thats my fault. I um.. Those words didn't come out right, I didn't mean anything by it... its just" the guilt and fear of startling her even more made his words come short, Gabriel expressed his first act of true good heartedness since coming to this school he was truly trying to look out for Olivia, he wasn't sure as to why maybe it was his own tortured past but thats another story entirely.

"Just that, you aren't nearly as messed up as you think you are," he stated bluntly moving his hand without the glove slowly to her face where the bruises were, he made clear well that it was slow and cautious as to not upset her, "just a little black and blue nothing a little rest wont solve." He said giving a concerned smile

[Olivia Green]

"No, no you have no reason to apologize, thats my fault. I um.. Those words didn't come out right, I didn't mean anything by it... its just" he seemed to have changed, but she was still on alert. He could turn on her any second.

"Just that, you aren't nearly as messed up as you think you are," he reached for her cheek and she stiffened. He was going slow, as if she were a horse, but unlike a horse, Olivia didn't like to be touched. If she trusted the person enough she wouldn't mind any physical contact, but by someone who reminds her of a bipolar mother doesn't help any. He smiled at her, and it looked genuine. Where the hell is that bus? "just a little black and blue nothing a little rest wont solve."

She wished that were true. If she could just wake up and all her problems like asthma, O.C.D, paranoia, and even her memories of her parents were just gone. Alexis had clearly became a different person from it, but she wasn't pathetic. It wasn't sleep that restored her, especially not sleep. If she could remember correctly, she never once seen Alexis sleep. There was times she pretended so she wouldn't get introuble, but Olivia knew better. If only she was as popular and as strong as her younger sister... though two minutes still isn't much of a leap for being the older sibling.

"I'm messed up... but I'm working on it." she gave him a croocked smile. She was trying so hard not to scream and run away from him getting close to her face. She held up her arm as if it were proof enough she was "fixing" her problems. "Thanks for your concern?" she wasn't sure if he was actually "worrying" about her. The most someone had cared about her was Alexis, and that even seemed to change. She had nothing really.

The bus had fiinally arrived, though he was most probably going to get on with her. He might even sit with her, who knows. She got up and headed to the steps that lead up and into the bus. The driver stared absent mindedly at the road aheaded of him, waiting for the sound of change to fall into the compartment.

Livi found her spot at the back of the bus, where no one will look and judge her, as they did while she walked down the aisle.