A gym.. Man I already Like it here! *Clint*

[Tiffany]

Clint studied the gym from the outside door. It held advanced work out equipment, and the old tried-and-true dumbells in one corner. A pool was lying beside the place, so after a workout, hit the showers, to the pool. Clints lips trembled in a mocking resemblance of a smile. He hadnt smiled for years.. And when he did, it wasnt out of joy or pleasure, it was cruel and cold. He opened up the door, letting the cool air wash over him, making his unzipped hoodie wave gently and cold air surrounded his back as well, making him shiver. It pushed back the hood that had covered his eyes, revealing that they were slate grey and peircing, ever watchful. He walked in, letting the door close behind him as he looked for what machine he would like to use first.

He turned to one that had weights placed on a flat surface, that was attached to cords that had handles that were suspended from the top of the machine. He tilted his head to the side and examined how much weight was on there. Only one-fifty..Something easy to start out with he guessed. He sat down and gripped the bars, pulling them down easily, lifting the weights. He did this about twenty times and felt the burn. Again, the small flittering of muscle that 'resembled' a smile. He felt like running. That is what he did. Power=Speed=Running... Treadmill? Could that go fast enough? Clint would find out. He stood up, shaking out the muscles in his arms, and letting them rest as he neared the treadmills. Max speed.. sixty miles an hour? .. Guess that will have to do.. Shouldnt they have modified these things for the school? Guess they cant think of everything.. He stepped on it and turned it on, full speed. He took on the pace easily, his legs moving in a blur.

Clint sighed and stepped off of the treadmill. As much fun as it was to work out, he was getting bored. No one else was here.. He picked up a towel off of the shelf and wiped off what little sweat the workout had wrung from his skin. He picked up his belt that he had discarded before entering, and didnt bother to loop it in the beltloops, letting it hang loosely on his hips. He also picked up his weapons of choice. Two gloves with four blades, polished and sharpened to a fine sharp edge. He had thought about nicking the blades to show number of kills, but there wasnt enough room on his perfect knives in which to do so.

He walked out of the gym, standing right outside the door, almost surprised to find how much hotter and muggier it was now outside than when he had come into the gym in the first place. He shook his head, strapping on the gloves. The blades flipped to the side and retracted, so it only looked like he was wearing brown leather gloves with steel knuckles. Since Clint liked to dabble in a few fist fights, this came in handy. Two tiny switches on the palms of the gloves flipped the knives out like a switch blade. He smiled truely this time, pleased to feel like himself again. A warm breeze blew in his direction, baring a tattoo on the center of his chest. The symbol that marked him as Heartless.

[Krispey]

Oshaya wrapped the plush towel around her partially exposed body. She was wearing a simple two-pieced bathing suit for her random swimming session. Tucking the towel into itself on the upper left corner of her chest, a wet hand went over her face, as though it was going to do any good. Her short black hair stuck together as it was all directed to the back of Oshaya's head. That had been a great way to get out of the heat. Afterall, she had been practicing soccer with her friends, and the heat was no joke. It had been stiff and humid outside, as though rain was going to accompany them later on the afternoon. Before Oshaya officially removed herself from the chlorianated body of water, she had spotted someone in the wieght room area, but strangely enough, they had left just that fast. Tucked under her arms had been her clothes from her soccer practice, the loose soccer shorts holding a deep green grash stain. When Oshaya played, she played hard.

A damp and slightly pruned hand rested on the handle bar of the door that connected the pool area and the weight room, which connected to the outside, pulling it open. The cool rush of air felt good against Oshaya's still wet skin. She had slipped into her flip-flops, a foot attire which she had rarely ever wore, and they were dampning the dark carpet of the weight room, seeing as how Oshaya hadn't taken the proper "drying precautions". Oh well, who would know? Oshaya would be gone before the strict old lady who happened to always have her long nose in a culinary arts magazine, could point a finger. As Oshaya opened the gym doors, she had just barely missed hitting a guy with a red hoodie, who was just standing there. Oshaya rolled her eyes, because she knew that if he would have gotten hit, he probably would have been complaning about she should have been watching where she was going, though she chose not to speak on it.

[Tiffany]

Clint felt the air from the gym hit his back in a rush, following a slight whooshing sound of the door opening. He stepped forward to avoid being hit by the door. He didnt turn around to see who it had been. He just pressed the button on one of the gloves. A twanging sound came from them as the blades swung out. He tilted his head to the side and forward, letting his blond hair swing out and peered behind his shoulder. A blazing grey eye against the brightness of the red hoodie took in the sight of a black haired girl standing in the doorway. His eyes slitted in concentration as he twisted his wrist and snapped the blades back into the glove. "In your way?" He asked softly. He didnt answer the question before he just appeared behind her in a blur of red and black. "Pardon me." He said in a monotone voice. His nose wrinkled. "Dont mind taking a shower after getting out of the pool I see.." He backed up a step. "Please..do not stop your exiting." He backed up another step and turned around in a fast, smooth movement. He turned back almost sadly to the gym. "So much more fun when you can pick on people less..'fortunate' than you.." He said, shaking his head. He turned back to Oshaya. "Havent left yet?"

[Krispey]

Oshaya almost didn't see the blur that past right before her eyes, and was less than surprised to hear a voice behind her. Oh, now I've got a rude one on my hands do I? Her eyes rolled about once again. "No, I didn't bother to take a shower after getting out of the pool," Oshaya stated as she began to walk forth, "That's what dorms are for. Yet still, I find that I have better things to do than to stand infront of a gym like a hobo on a street corner." She continued to stride forth, right past this smug guy. "I'll let that 'less fortunate' comment go," she started, " rather than start up something with someone I don't know, seeing how I have to get to my dorm and take a shower." She allowed electricity to run through her veins, though she didn't allow it to be seen yet. She was still aware fo the road-runner behind her turned back, and was prepared. Something about him didn't sit well with her.

[Tiffany]

Clint turned to her slowly. "Wait..did I give you permission to speak to me? No.. I dont think I did.." He said with a contemplative look on his face. "Please, dont let that "less fortunate" comment go.. I find that you are included in the category. It would be unfair to yourself to ignore the facts. Exculsion of truth can be a horrible thing." He leaned his head forward and flipped his hood back into place. With a mocking grin. " A hobo? Tsk tsk.. The claws come out. Dont worry, I think that you presenting yourself in such a manner suits you. Undignified.. Pointless.." He nodded his head. " I find it fun to start something with people that you dont know. Makes it.. exciting dont you think? Oh..wait.. " He smiled cruelly. "Sorry for asking that. You thinking is just too far past your thought processes isnt it?" He stepped forward. "And I must inform you, since you seem to be lost. This isnt a street corner..its a school." He said, talking slowly so she could understand him. "How people like you can be let in the street..let alone a school..My God their standards are low arent they?"

[Krispey]

Oshaya continued walking, quirking an eyebrow at his 'did-I-give-you-permission' question. Whoa. Who did this guy think he was? The president? Pfft. Far from it!. If Oshaya hadn't been ready to get back to her dorms, she would have turned and looked at him as though he were the most inferior creature that exsisted. "The hobo thing was a comparision you dope," she shouted nonchalaontly over her shoulder without turning to even look at him. He didn't deserve that type of respect. "While you're running your mouth to people you don't even know, make sure you snag you a life along the way," she began, her voice becoming more faint as she was becoming distant from the stranger, "Although it'll probably be pointless anyway! Nevermind, don't bother! You already have that!" She shouted as she began to descend down a grassy hill, which was only a little way from the school itself. Hopefully this annoying waste of breath didn't attend Cassis. That only meant problems, problems, and more freaking problems.

[Tiffany]

Clint frowned. "A comparison..you are capable of such things? Could have fooled me." He shrugged. "It is okay if you are scared that you are facing someone greater..It is okay.." He nodded sagely. "Because its true. How about you go find someone to talk down to.. like..someone your size.. a cockroach maybe?" He watched her walk away. "No fun when they run.." He muttered. He flipped the hoodie to his sides to put his hands in his pockets. "Amazing.." He said, not even paying attention to the girl anymore. "I hope that there are more intellegent and fun people at the school.." He shrugged. "Might as well go enroll.. I have classes to go to. " He said in a mock excited tone. He felt the sweat drip off of his eyelash. "God it is hot out.." He took his hoodie off and slung it over his shoulder, swinging his head to loosen up the hair that had stuck to his scalp. He took off for the school, resisting going as fast as he could so he could remember the way back to the gym for later, when he had a cd or mp3 player to listen to while working out.

[Ella]

Shima had been dozing in the grass, but was awoken abruptly by the sound of yelling. He opened one eye and then the other. He streatched his arms and yawned. 'What the hell was that.' Shima rolled over to see a tall blonde man walking towards a building in the distance. He yawned and streached again. "Ugg." Shima, dazed and heavy eyed, got up in pursuit of following the strange blonde man. He spun around to see a girl walking down the hill in the opposite direction. Shima continued to look at the girl, then he turned to the man who was disappearing into the distance. 'Was I sleeping during a lovers quarell? Too bad I missed it, I love unhappy endings.' 'Now which to pursue and follow,' Shima ended this hairpulling situation easily with a quick round of Eni-meanie-mynie-mo. It landed on The blond man, who had been walking at a steady pace and now was only a speck on the horzon. "Hey, man wait!" Shima screamed as he started to run in the mans direction. "Wait a minute, I wanna talk to you!"

[Krispey]

OOC: Well, Oshaya was headed toward the school, so I just figured he was coming this way, so I'll play off of that.

BIC: Oshaya let out a deep sigh, her head tilted to the side, her raven tresses finally drying off, able to fall to the side. His mouth just wasn't cutting it for her. With that, she turned on her heels, soccer clothing still tucked underneath her arm. "Yeah, listen here, you're nothing but a pimple on a fleas ass, so go get over your massive ego, and die. now, go stick that in your juicebox and suck it." Just as she was about to turn to walk away, she heard him mumble something about enrolling in the school. "Dear god, tell me you're not enrolling in Cassis...." She didn't want him to, whether he was or not...Then, another distant voice. Oshaya shrugged it off, and kept on walking.He wanted to talk to this jerk-face? Wow, that made one of them..

[Tiffany]

Clint barked out a laugh. " You would know about sucking wouldnt you?" He asked in an innocent voice. " I make it a point not to lie. And telling you Im not enrolling would be a lie. .." He thought about it for a moment. " And saying that I enjoy your company will be a horrible weight on my conscience. I prefer to take place next to someone more intellegent.. Nice conversations are my thing dont you know?" He turned around, seeing someone take off into his direction. "Hmm?" He squinted, " You would hardly want to talk to me, man." He pointed to the girl. "There's an easy target." He turned around and put a hand to his face, trying to find out which building held the admissions office.

((-sorry for short post-))

[Ella]

"Hey, man I was talking to you! You can't just ignore me like that. Anyway I wasn't looking for an easy target. I was trying to ask you something!" Shima turned around to look at the girl. "I guess he's not your boyfriend after all. So what do you do around this place anyway?" He looked at Oshaya, she was dripping water. "Why are you wet? Did he push you into a pond or something? You look awful, not in a bad way though. Just stressed, you okay? And are you sure he's not your boyfriend?" Shima sat down and rubbed his head. " Do you know where he went? I kinda want to meet him he seems like an interesting guy."

[Krispey]

Oshaya laughed abit, shaking her head as she once again turned toward the stranger. Damn... So he was indeed enrolling at Cassis? Hopefully they wouldn't have any classes together, which they probably wouldn't. He was actually quite funny, and being angry with him wasn't going to him. She watched as he directed another guy to apparently talk to her, "Oh? I thought guys like him," she pointed to the newly arrived guy, "Were your cup of tea." Oshaya smirked, "And by the way you dress, it's apparent that you're the guy in prision that often drops the soap," Oshaya said in a giddy tone to Clint. She watched as he looked at the school, "It's that one right there, idiot, I mean it has a sign jutting out from it that says Gifted Cassis, how lame are you? Please, don't answer that."

[Krispey]

Kay, that post i just did was made toward Clint, not Ella's guy

[Tiffany]

Clint just raised his eyebrows at her. " I wasnt looking for the school in general." He said, looking at the new guy. " And even if I was gay, that..would not be my type." He said, looking at the school again. "As a matter of fact, I am straight, no cop has caught me for any of the crimes I have commited, so dropping the soap in a prison is extremely doubtful.. But then you would never have that problem... When were you planning on taking a shower again, you are starting to hurt my delicate senses.." He said, starting toward the building that he had been looking for. "See.. I go for a beautiful girl.. One with brains, looks, and common sense.. " He looked at her and squinted. "Seems you lack all three.. good thing too.. Your tongue lashes about like a lizard without a tail.." He shrugged.


He heard the boy ask where he had gone. "I am right here.. Dont know why you cant see me... I am hardly interesting to be around, ask her.." He pointed to her. "But I wouldnt trust her general opinion.. " He pretended to whisper to the boy. "She doesnt seem very bright..and her limited vocabulary is vulgar to say the least."

He shook his head and sighed. He looked down at himself. His muscles rippling and the large tattoo on his chest gleaming a darkness that seemed to encase all that was the killer he was. It almost resembled an open heart, that was empty inside. His black jeans fit tightly on his waist and butt, and fell loosely in a straight cut to his black sneakers. He looked up at Oshaya. " And please, do not try to cut me with your scathing remarks about my sexuality..Dont worry, I will not go after you.. In fact, if you were anymore developed..I just might think you were a girl. Though my standards are quite high when it comes to dating the opposite sex.. But I have been known to dip below my standards for a fling or two.. but no.. You still wont do. " With that, he turned around and walked down to the school.

[Ella]

Shima stood there shocked, jaw opened. He had to use his hand to close it. " I guess your not dating then." He looked at the etched outline of Clint as he walked to the school. " Sorry, that I asked about the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing." Shima was thougholy((sp)) shocked. usually he would find this funny, but the way that Clint had acted he was scarred. "Shesh, he's a real meanie. You didn't even do anything, but I do have to agree with him your vocabulary is a bit rough, and your not very pretty." ((Just trying to be mean, sorry.))