Lucky Strike [Open]

Jake made his way around the school with a glum look upon his face and his hands in his pockets. Tired and bored out of his mind, the tall student was on autopilot and found himself heading to the entrance. Just recently he'd rescued the Rylen sister's and with all the crap around the school going on, taking a walk was oddly... nice. After a few moments of brisk walking, the dark haired student was standing next to the fountain, admiring the artwork around the front yard. A lot of money must have been put into this...

Hearing a car pull up, Jake turned his head to see someone emerge from a car and talk to someone. A new student? Great, someone to harass, just like old times. Making his way towards the new kid, he stayed quiet, in a mysterious sort of way, wanting to check this guy out before jumping into things.

It was amazing how fast such a backwater school could pick up after itself, considering the huge mess that it had left behind before. Thankfully, he had managed to avoid most of the mess. An entire corner of the dorm rooms themselves had been destroyed, the forest set ablaze, and Lord knew what other kind of hell had arisen in that short day; and all the while Oliver had hardly noticed, keeping to himself in the studios and experimenting with a few different paints. It'd been on nothing more than a whim and the young man assumed that was the end of his luck for the year.

Before classes started again, Olive was taking himself up on visiting Rosebury's famous cafe to bother his dear big brother one last time. It was the gleam of the sharp, prestigious car that had caught his attention, complete with it's own butler and the shape of a younger man shooing him away. It was hard to make out, standing from behind the fountain, but it must have been a new student of some sorts.

Curiously, he stepped around, coming up from behind the stranger and catching the eye of the new face. Dark eyes. Black hair. He had to be at least an entire head taller than Oliver himself. "Make that a tour for two, mate?" He input himself quickly, having to crane his neck up just to look at the guy. jakepls.

Boots tapping on the alley and dirty blonde looks dangling left right behing her, Jocellyn could only walk up to the three boys with a cold face, not talking. She was a quiet loner and Sarika hadn't been anywhere for her to ask for directikns, sl she had to resume to the good old fashioned, and also so darn annoying, 'I am a poor mute girl please help me, I need directions to the fucking toilet'.

She looked up at them, her eyes big but disconcerned, blinking slowly as if she was struggling to explain the simplest concept to a bunch of cretins. Which she will probably be forced to do later, if she was confronted with the retarded minds she expected, anyway. But now, the shortie stared them through, stretching a hand to the bunch, wondering if they wou.d give her a palm back to spell the words, a much easier way than spelling them in the air. With the other hand, sne fiddled with the rim of bandages around her mouth, trying to point out her idea.

Looking at the new guy, he knew at once he wasn't going to be a problem. This kid seemed all sunshine and lollipops, so he decided he'd better show this guy around and make an ally rather than an enemy. About to reply, another guy came and he let out a sigh. Jake wasn't really a people person. "Sure thing, mate," he said somewhat mockingly, looking down at the other boy with a small sneer. People with accents like that were usually dorks that thought they were cool, but he thought their accents were just plain silly.

Turning around, he was surprised to see a girl with bandages on her face and let out a small sigh, assuming she wanted to join also. The more the merrier right? Looking back to the other guys, the tall student knew that introductions were needed. "I'm Jake by the way," the low voiced student said, holding out his hand for the new guy.