Moment of Rest [open to everyone]

It was refreshing to finally be alone. Up here, there wasn't any noise, any people, any worries, just the silent drifting of snowflakes. Snow collected on her shoulders, the brim of her hat, her arms, but she didn't move. She hadn't moved much for the past hour or so as she stared out over campus, leaning against the railing and watching the sun sink beneath the mountains. The sky had deepened into a soft dark twilight as another day drew to an end.

Kayla let out a deep clouded breath.

Another day.

The snow swirled around her, doing pirouettes around her head. A lone ripple of electricity ran across her shoulder.

She was exhausted, but she wanted this moment to last forever. Just this one.

Freya already hated the school. The people, the buzz, the "happiness", she hated it all. The one thing she did love though, were the cloudy skies. The initiate had been searching the school for a secret area, but most students knew every inch of the place. It was annoying. She finally found a door that read rooftop and wondered why it was kept unlocked. Freya climbed a flight of stair, finally reaching the entrance. She opened the door quietly, looking around. She walked out onto the roof and finally noticed she wasn't alone.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me. Is there any place around this god forsaken school that doesn't have a random student?" Freya said in her usual boring and bland tone, walking towards the wall of the roof.

The door closed with a soft click behind Larissa as she walked onto the roof. In classes, she'd heard about the sights from up here but only now managed to remember to check it out. She was told it was normally quiet which seemed like the perfect place to get out of her room and not have awkward run-ins with strangers. With her left hand still gently resting on the doorknob, she closed her eyes to focus on adjusting to the freezing temperature. Reaching up with her open hand, she pulled her soft scarf up  closer to her face and tightening it around her neck in hopes to keep warm in the snow. Breathing in and feeling the cold, crisp air fill her lungs, she shuddered for a moment before turning around and pulling herself farther inside of her thick coat.

It was only then that she realized she wasn't alone. The summer had walked out just after Freya openly complained about Kayla's presence, so she hadn't heard anything until she saw the two girls, one leaning on the fence that surrounded the edge of the roof and the other walking closer to said fence, and it was this girl that struck a nerve inside of Larissa. There was something about the way that she walked that she found vaguely familiar but the reason why didn't come to her. It was really for that reason that Larissa didn't think to say anything to either of them. Instead, she moved away from the door a few feet and leaned on the wall, looking out at the scene around them. It was absolutely gorgeous, but the girl couldn't help but feel awkward with the other two around.

Chris had been looking for a place to just sit and relax when he stumbled upon the entrance to the roof. He opened the door soon after Larissa had closed it, leaving a trace of frost on the doorknob. He looked up from his shoes and noticed the others standing there. "Oh, sorry if I'm bothering anyone. Just looking around the building." he said sheepishly.

Myles had finally hobbled up to the last step, still using the forearm crutch even though his leg could mostly support weight, what good was it to end up at the bottom of the steps with all new injuries?  He was just happy to finally be able to scale stairs again.  He glanced down at the soft blue cast on his leg, knowing it wasn't too long until it could come off.  It was almost torturous, but he needed to understand his power was something to be controlled and worked on, not a toy he could use to impress the ladies.  His eyebrow raised a red, raised scar across the left side of his face as he noticed the frost on the doorknob.  Was it really that cold? He was content with the fact he spent an extra five minutes struggling into a Carthartt.  He placed his right palm on a flat part of the door, turning the knob with the other casted hand after a couple tries and he slowly opened the door and peeked out, seeing two people already on the roof, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting out a breath of annoyance at the fact that there was people already here.  No serenity here, but he already made the trek, so he just pushed the door open, before realizing that there was a third figure splayed out on the ground.  A familiar face in what seemed to be a splendorous state.  He gritted his teeth as he let the door close loudly behind him, flinching.  This could only end well, she was relatively silent on carrying him to the infirmary, but he was drunk and probably said a few things that could've gone with staying in his head.  He didn't ever formally thank her though, so he guessed sooner would be better than later, but he still had a creeping hope that she would tune out the sound, though there was a couple parts that also liked her company, she was rather different from everyone else even if she was brash and sarcastic, it was kinda charming.  He shook the thoughts and cold from his head as he realized how cold it actually was, but it certainly wasn't cold enough to frost over the other doorknob. He just stood there as he realized that it was truly a nice view, enjoying it as the place was relatively quiet even with the company.

The moment was shattered.

Of course, as soon as she thought it... Kayla turned her head just as the circus came flooding in through the door. A spark popped off near her head. Her quiet sanctuary felt like the most crowded place in school now. You stole my line, she thought, grinding her teeth. "Can I go anywhere without some stuck-up bitch parading through?" she shot back in a flat tone. The last time she'd bumped into somebody up here, they'd thrown themselves over the railing right in front of her. It didn't look like this girl would have the courtesy to do the same thing.

There were five of them up here, if she included herself. Her gaze traveled from one to another, pausing for a second on a familiar face. Well, the face was a bit more swollen and beat up than she remembered at the Formal, but it was still the same cowboy she knew. Dumbass. What kind of idiot managed to hurt themselves in a simulation? And of course, she had to be the one to drag him to the infirmary. She hoped the shock therapy on the way there had been good rehab. That's what she deserved for signing up as a nurse.

With a small sigh of resignation, Kayla turned back to look over the railing again. She couldn't have gotten ten more minutes alone? "Don't worry about it," she muttered to the short white-haired kid who'd barged in, with just a touch of tired sarcasm in her voice. "Look around."

She saw a spark come off the girl but thought nothing of it, nor cared. Freya looked over the edge, smiling at the girl's comment. "Looks like a good suiside jump." She looked back to the other students, noticing another guy come up. "You might need to use it someday." Her smile had a weird edge to it as she spoke. Freya listened as the snobby girl talk to the guy who apologized. "I'd be worried if I were you." The charming girl whispered teasingly, leaning against the banister facing the crowd, her arms crossed.

Myles raised an eyebrow, stretching the already long scar scaling down the left side of his face, really? That's quite the introduction, a sort of "Hey, fuck you." he didn't expect nor want.  This transcended a level of edginess that was just kind of cringy.  He toiled with words in his head for a second, before sounding off in his heavy southern drawl to the suicide girl, "Listen darlin', I don't think that was cool nor scary or any of that, to be honest, I've had to strain sometimes to not lash out at Kayla, especially when she's shockin' you for one hundred yards, but I'm gonna set the record straight now, that was one of the cringest attempts to seem...what's tha word? Edgy? Yeah, edgy. I'm containing my attempts to cringe to death."  Myles at first spoke slowly and tried to walk on eggshells around her, but then words just started leaving, he hadn't really ever snapped at someone like that in a long time.  But something about this girl just needed some type of attitude adjustment.  He adjusted his weight with his crutch and good leg, looking down and gesturing to the cast on his left leg with a left arm with another cast on it "And I don't think I'd be able to get over the railin' if I tried."

Chris rolled his eyes at Freya. Being told to kill themselves was nothing he hadn't heard before. He gave a snort of laughter at what Myles had said to her. He watched as a girl climbed over the fence on the opposite side and smiled. Finally, someone he recognized. "Oh hey Juliette!" he said, relieved at seeing a somewhat familiar face.

Okay so this was not was Larissa was expecting at all. As she leaned against the wall, she watched the craziness unfold in front of her. At first, there were just three of them. Within minutes, it quickly turned into six people, two of whom were arguing, one of which added his two cents, and then Chris started to talk to her but quickly ignored her when he laid eyes on the other girl that suddenly climbed up the side of the building. At this point, the summer had no idea what to think. She wanted to leave but didn't want to draw attention to herself. It didn't help that the two boys that walked up were still practically in the doorway. It also didn't help that she didn't know anyone up here. They were all complete strangers and it made her nervous. She had no idea what any of them were capable of. Heck, the first girl up here had visible sparks flying off of her a second ago. Was this going to turn nasty? "I-I... uh.." she started to say something but it fell short. None of them were paying attention to her. Should she just wait patiently until she could make her escape?

Freya clenched her hand. She hated southern accents. "Listen cowboy, I don't really give a shit what the hell you and miss lightning rod have going on." She said bluntly. "I'd be more than glad to assist you." The girl replied to his comment about the railing. She paid no attention to the rock climbing girl, and shot a glare towards the guy who apparently thought snorting made him sound snooby. With her arms crossed, Freya leaned against the railing looking at the crowd of students, not afraid of it breaking.

Kayla clenched her eyes shut and started to rub her temples. God, couldn't they find fucking somewhere else to bicker...?! She was starting to lose count of them all, and it was capped off as some random girl completely out of nowhere scaled up the side of the wall to join in on all the 'fun.' Had she wound up in the middle of a fight club meeting by accident, or was it really that impossible to get a moment of quiet around here?

Her fingers were wrapped around the railing now, squeezing tight as she tried to block out all the noise. When that blonde bitch opened her mouth again though, electricity went flaring around her body with a shower of sparks crackling over her head. What was she even here for?!

"If I hear one more fucking word out of your cunt mouth," she muttered, "you're going to be the one getting tossed over the railing."

Connor busted threw the roof top door, arms raised up to the sky as he took a deep breath in. He had no idea there was even an entrance to the roof until the other day. His eyes were closed and arms were up as he spun around in a circle, "Ahh finally. The school day is over and I can enjoy myself up here!" Connor stopped immediately when he heard a threat of getting thrown over a railing, he looked around the roof noticing a group of students that already beat him to the spot. The winter slowly made a whistling noise and took a step back away from the human pikachu. Connor mumbled, "Shots fired!" as he made his way over to the railing to watch the fight go down.

ooc; Sorry to make your eyes bleed as you read the terrible post

Myles slammed his crutch onto the ground, hopping another step towards Freya, turning his head and examining her eyes a fierce look in his own piercing blue ones.  He would straighten up, the calmness returning to his eyes as he would say "Well now, then that'd be murder, and in this fucked up justice system..." He'd scoff lightly, offering a smirk "Only the pretty can get their way out of it...and from the looks of it, orange'll be your new style." He'd lean in offering a wide smile as he'd say the last part, chuckling lightly at his snide comment, still only about an arms length from the girl, his smirk continuing.

Chris started laughing out loud when Myles responded to Freya. It was the first time he had laughed in quite awhile. He looked to Freya. He wanted to say Woah there, hardass. You're trying a bit too hard. But he couldn't. He wasn't good at confronting people. He instead leaned against the handrailing with his hands, covering the areas around his hands with an icy frost. He flinched as he watched it spread further until it finally stopped about a foot away from each hand. His "gift" had been part of the reason his father wanted to get rid of him.