Where's the Party (Emily/Open)

[Akira]

OOC: Emily first. And no making fun of the post, I've been drinking.

Akira was wearing tight girls jeans, and for a belt he was wearing several green long thin pieces of cloth. The various shades of bright green came together real nicely. He wore a tight black t-shirt. He wore a catholic cross, and van slip-on's. He was going for more of a rocker look, tempted to wear a bandanna, but decided it would look entirely too hokey. He was walking through school grounds, looking at all the people, trying to form a list in his head of the real cute ones, and trying to keep track of who they were. Some people, if good looking enough, would get their names asked by Akira. And he would chat them up a bit, but as it was he hadn't seen anyone noteworthy.

At least until he caught a glimpse of her, and he knew he needed to know her name. This girl was amazing, beautiful, great hair, breath taking body, and her clothes suggested that she had a bit of money. So naturally Akira walked up to her wondering exactly how much money he could steal from her, and how much of a good time he could have.

"Hello there, bird, I was wondering if I might be able to learn your name."

"And why is tha- oh...."

The girl got silent when she saw Akira, he wasn't gorgeous or anything, but the accent would make people think it wasn't this good looking. Then again, maybe American women liked a nice Irish accent.

"Well it's just that you're so breath taking I wanted to know the name I would be writing in my journal tonight. As it were it's been pretty empty with nothing much to talk about, I'm sure it'll enjoy the story much more if I have a name to go along with the incredibly gorgeous face."

"What was that?"

And just like that, a jealous boyfriend. A pretty large one too, kind of ugly, a bit of a brute, but definitely muscular. Something that Akira himself knew nothing about. He turned, and the guy threw a punch at Akira, who ducked down, punching the guys junk, and the running like there was no tomorrow. You know, once he had kissed the gorgeous girl in front of her doubled over boyfriend.

Akira took off down the halls, running through people weaving in and out. He ran so far until he finally got ahead enough. There weren't many people around, but as he turned a corner he nearly ran into a girl he did not know at all.

"Quick love I need a place to hide....."

Akira saw an open locker door and jumped inside of it closing it behind him.

"If a rather big muscular man cupping his pecker comes this way, you didn't see me."

He said this through the slits in the locker door that allowed him to peek into the hallway, waiting until the coast was clear. He had plenty of experience hiding in lockers, and being a smaller guy helped out plenty.

[seishounohana]

Emily decided to fix her locker today, give it a little spring cleaning at least so that she wouldn't think she was being a slob and being a mess. She was quiet, humming to herself a tune.

That's when crazy decided to pay a visit:

"Quick love I need a place to hide....."

Emily looked behind her. Love?

>_>;;

Emily pointed to the locker next to her. It had been open for some time. Owner probably didn't bother with it, which is rather unusual. The boy flew into it, closing it and said: "If a rather big muscular man cupping his pecker comes this way, you didn't see me."

...

She sighed.

"DID THAT MATHAFACKER PASS THROUGH HERE? I mean-uh... Yanno... one with the fucking red hair?"

"He went that way."

"Thanks, girl."

Emily blinked as the muscular boy went off. and looked at the locker door. This was none of her business.

[Akira]

"DID THAT MATHAFACKER PASS THROUGH HERE? I mean-uh... Yanno... one with the fucking red hair?"

"He went that way."[/color]

"Thanks, girl."

Akira let out a sigh as he heard the big guy go. Akira used his skill of breaking into and out of things to open the locker door and step out once the big man was gone. He would then hug the girl who had just saved his neck, he would hug her until she pushed him off or otherwise told him to let go.

"Oh thank yeh love, I could kiss yeh fer that. I don't know what I would have done if that big mean man had beaten me up, and all just because I was trying to give some nice lady a compliment."

If at this point she hadn't broken the hug herself he would, and he would observe the girl closely.

"Well aren't you the beautiful flower? The name is Austin, but everyone I know just calls me Akira. So tell me bird, what do I call you?"

He was getting started once again. It was like he couldn't turn it off. At first he noticed how good looking she was, and then he wondered if she came from money, or if she had any valuable objects he might be able to steal. In the end he wasn't quite sure but he wouldn't pass up having a go with this girl, or maybe he'd meet a friend. He could always use some of those, although he wouldn't know what to do with friends aside from shoot up together, have sex and keep each other warm at night. And usually he charged people for the last bit.

[seishounohana]

Emily blinked as she closed her locker before being brought into a hug. She was halfway done anyway. She could resume tomorrow. Not like there was anything important inside.

"Oh thank yeh love, I could kiss yeh fer that. I don't know what I would have done if that big mean man had beaten me up, and all just because I was trying to give some nice lady a compliment."

Irish accent --... like Patrick's. Hopefully this guy wasn't as 'evil' as that guy was. Otherwise Emily might just turn biased towards them. "It's okay." She said, slightly pulling away. He was hugging her rather uncomfortably, and she didn't really appreciate that.

"Well aren't you the beautiful flower? The name is Austin, but everyone I know just calls me Akira. So tell me bird, what do I call you?"

"I'll tell you if you let me go, ... um...please?" Emily asked, pulling him slightly away. Though she understood the reason why he did the hug, she personally wasn't all into a lot of physical contact.

Beautiful flower... no one had ever called her that.

Lame.

If he let her go, she would smile at him and say, simply: "You can call me Emily."

[Akira]

Akira had let go, and she replied. He brushed his shirt off, listening to her speak, she smiled at him, so he smiled back, giving her a little wink.

"You can call me Emily."

"Emily it is then. Emily my own personal savior, I'll forever be in your debt for what you just did. Well, maybe not forever, but I definitely owe you one."

Akira made a surprising discovery that he hadn't tried to steal this girls wallet if she had one when he hugged her, then again he didn't bother to even check. In any case, he would look around and listen for signs of the giant man coming back, it didn't sound like it so he went back to focusing on Emily, who easily made it higher on his list. If not because of her own looks, but also because of how nice she was to get rid of that guy for Akira. He hated getting into fights, he had issues hurting people. Not because he didn't like hitting people, he was fine with that. It was just, he was pretty damn weak.

"Man I tell yeh, smoking can really take it out of a fella. I haven't had to run that fast for quite some time. So, Emily, what's your story? One day you were just mindin your own business then some crazy Irishman just comes crashing your way, but that can't possibly be the whole story. What do you do? What do you like? What's your favorite color and all that other trivial stuff."

Akira leaned against the locker door, outside hand on his hip, and the hand closest to the lockers placed on his stomach. He liked her hair, he liked it a lot, but he would hold the compliment for now. Besides, he wanted to learn more about the girl who saved his neck. Maybe he'd take her for a drink or two, or maybe he could take her to a party as arm candy. Then take her back to her place and see what he could find to live off of for the rest of the month.

[seishounohana]

Emily was taken aback when he winked at her. Not because she thought he was cute or anything, but the gesture was slightly uncomfortable. Emily wasn't used to flirting, at least.

"Emily it is then. Emily my own personal savior, I'll forever be in your debt for what you just did. Well, maybe not forever, but I definitely owe you one."

Emily shook the thought off and smiled again, "Ah, it's nothing. You don't need to worry about it."

"Man I tell yeh, smoking can really take it out of a fella. I haven't had to run that fast for quite some time. So, Emily, what's your story? One day you were just mindin your own business then some crazy Irishman just comes crashing your way, but that can't possibly be the whole story. What do you do? What do you like? What's your favorite color and all that other trivial stuff."

Whoah, whoah. Interrogation! Emily just laughed nervously, looking away for a moment. Uh--- "I was actually arranging stuff on my locker before all this happened."

Should she answer the rest of his questions?

Not like he would become a fanboy of hers and stalk her everyday or something. She hoped not, at least. Her face showed slight uncertainty about answering the rest of the questions, but she decided she would anyway. No hurt in meeting someone new, no matter his personality was. Emily was that kind of girl.

"I can't really specify something I like-- I like a lot of things. I like apple green and... other trivial stuff... hmm..."

She trailed off. Just what else could she tell him about herself...?

"... fighting I guess. I've managed to like fighting, or at least appreciate it. How about yourself? You certainly must have hobbies of the sort."

Hopefully not skirt-chasing.

[Akira]

She laughed in a strange manner and looked away from him, he wondered if he was embarrassing her. He could be that way for some people, but not people he was used to being around. So it was a change seeing somebody react like this.

"I was actually arranging stuff on my locker before all this happened. I can't really specify something I like-- I like a lot of things. I like apple green and... other trivial stuff... hmm..."

"Ooo that is a nice color isn't it?"

Akira smiled, listening to her continue to talk, keeping his eyes on hers as opposed to looking at her body like a pervert or someone with a one track mind.

"... fighting I guess. I've managed to like fighting, or at least appreciate it. How about yourself? You certainly must have hobbies of the sort."

"Well how about that? Emily the warrior. I myself bolt as soon as a fight breaks out, as you can tell since I opted out of having a go with that old bucket of snots that you helped me dodge. I'm more of a lover the a fighter, a manky little scoundrel such as myself is best spending time running and hiding. But as for what it is I do, I like having a good time. Going out and getting fluthered with a few mates. Take a qweer bit o' skirt or talent back to their flat and ride the night away..."

He had been going on and on, feeling a little more comfortable with himself. And as a result he was getting extremely Irish with her, so he decided to explain.

"Sorry, bird. Can ya tell I'm a bit fresh off the boat? It seems every time I have a conversation lasting more then a few moments with someone they don't understand a single word of what I'm sayin. But the gist of what I was sayin' was I like having fun. Fun is good...."

He scratched at his head a little, running his hand through his long red hair, before returning it to his hips. He then wondered about her....

"Hey, I just got a fabulous idea. Why don't we go out to a pub tonight? We can get twisted and maybe start you up a bar fight. I might be cruisin' for a bruisin' by trying to start a brawl, but if you like fighting so much I'm sure you'll have a blast!"

Hey may or may not have been barking up the wrong tree, but he was honestly looking for a friend. Sure he might make a pass at Emily for a possible one-nighter, but could you blame a guy for trying? If that failed he might be able to at least find himself a friend.

[seishounohana]

"Well how about that? Emily the warrior. I myself bolt as soon as a fight breaks out, as you can tell since I opted out of having a go with that old bucket of snots that you helped me dodge. I'm more of a lover the a fighter, a manky little scoundrel such as myself is best spending time running and hiding. But as for what it is I do, I like having a good time. Going out and getting fluthered with a few mates. Take a qweer bit o' skirt or talent back to their flat and ride the night away..."

Emily blinked. His... accent was getting rather heavy. There was slight difficulty deciphering that little description of himself, but she got the message, after a minute or two. Probably that would mean she had enough experience listening to Patrick's lectures about 'things', etc. etc.

Darn the irish...

"Sorry, bird. Can ya tell I'm a bit fresh off the boat? It seems every time I have a conversation lasting more then a few moments with someone they don't understand a single word of what I'm sayin. But the gist of what I was sayin' was I like having fun. Fun is good...."

Emily smiled, crossing her arms across her chest. Of course, she knew what this guy was. "Skirt chaser." She teased.

"Hey, I just got a fabulous idea. Why don't we go out to a pub tonight? We can get twisted and maybe start you up a bar fight. I might be cruisin' for a bruisin' by trying to start a brawl, but if you like fighting so much I'm sure you'll have a blast!"

A pub?

That meant alcohol. Emily knew very well her own reactions to alcohol and -- no thanks. She wouldn't want Kari to show up in the presence of a skirt chaser. It would be quite dangerous, really.

"No thanks. I'm not into alcohol." She said, though she does drink on occasion. It didn't take a lot for her to get tipsy, but it took a considerable amount to let Kari take over. Might as well reject this offer. "-- and I got to study tonight."

[Akira]

She called him a skirt chaser in there and he would smirk at this. Of course it wasn't just the girls he was after. It was everyone, and it wasn't their skirts he was actually after, so much as the money they use to buy said skirts. He needed cash after all, and his job was to infiltrate and rob. Just enough to get by at least, after all where else was he going to get the money for his next fix. He was a man with needs after all, whether it was the rock or something else. He always needed something to take the edge off of life, to let Akira escape into paradise for those beautiful sweet moments.

But then the girl rejected him, and he wasn't sure how to take it. He didn't want to seem saddened, but he also didn't want to seem all crazy stalker about it all. It's not like she had to drink if she showed up... but if she had to study she had to study. The best way to accept this rejection was to let it go, gracefully, without making himself look like an idiot or like he was hurt from it.

"Of course love, sorry I didn't mean to imply that you were a drinker or that you weren't busy or nothin..."

He laughed nervously, opening the locker door he had just come out of.

"That's ok though I should probably be off anyway....."

He took a step inside the locker, for some strange reason in his head seemed to think it was a classroom door or something.

"I'll see you around then Emily!"

He went into the locker and shut the door, suddenly realizing it wasn't a classroom door, he turned to face the slits on the door, a defeated and sad expression on his face. He wondered if she'd open the door and pity him, or think of him as strange and walk away. He didn't know which one he wanted to happen. He wasn't sure what would though, but he did know that he was too embarrassed to come out on his own at the moment.

He let out a quiet sigh, resting his head against the wall of the locker with his eyes shut.

[seishounohana]

"I'll see you around then Emily!" With that, Emily blinked.

-- and blinked.

He went inside the locker beside her own. Oh, dear. "Why are you inside a locker?" She asked.

There was nothing much to say. This girl was clueless.

[Akira]

"Why are you inside a locker?"

Akira gave this a really good thought. His head still leaning against the side of the locker, trying to come up with a good excuse. He didn't have one, except for drugs. He did do a lot of drugs, of course, he was sober now. Maybe that was a good excuse. It was hard for a guy like Akira to go a day without some sort of Vice. He was disoriented, not working properly. He was jonesing for one of the many different addictions he had going.

"I think I'm tryin to find my dignity...."

He stepped out of the locker and looked over at her with a somewhat sad look on his face. Mostly because he felt like a complete ass for doing what he just randomly sort of did. Of course, when he did this he saw something, and his mouth just went blank. Big tall and ugly had come back, and he was looking right at Akira.

"...And now I'm regrettin comin out of the locker, Jaysus Christ..."

Akira went straight back into the locker, shutting the door quickly as the big guy came over, yelling at Emily to get out of the way.

"You fuckin' liar! He was there the whole time! Get out of the way, bitch!"

"That's not a nice thing to say to a lady, boy-o... somebody should teach you a lesson!"

Sure Akira said this, but he still didn't leave the locker. He liked the locker, it was a small dark space that he felt rather comfortable in. And if this guy was going to rip the door off the locker, Akira would be behind the door, gripping onto it so that the man would find an empty locker. Of course, that was just Akira's daydream of how this would turn out. For all he knew Emily would get all warrior with it and take this bloke out. It would be impressive for certain.

[seishounohana]

"I think I'm tryin to find my dignity...."

Emily blinked as he left the locker. Dignity? What did that have to do with anything? Emily's mind couldn't see the connection at all, considering she was to a certain extent, clueless. He did look upset though.

"...And now I'm regrettin comin out of the locker, Jaysus Christ..."

"Eh?"

Emily looked around. Oh, great. The guy from earlier came back. This wasn't going to turn out well for either Akira or the Guy. Emily hated lying, but well she was asked to -- not like she had a reason to say no. "You fuckin' liar! He was there the whole time! Get out of the way, bitch!"

"That's not a nice thing to say to a lady, boy-o... somebody should teach you a lesson!"

"Why should I?" She said, answering to the man's liar thing. Emily wasn't interested in conflict, "And what did this guy do to deserve a beating, mm? I like to be informed."