Just Shine (Open)

[Xaier McCaine]

Here it is.

A pair of emerald green eyes looked toward the school building with curiosity. This new transfer wasn't quite sure what to expect by coming to this place, but he was sure it had to be different then the hell hole he had grown up in. Living your life in #552 wasn't the easiest way to get by. In fact it had completely changed him as a person. He had gained a lot by attending that school, but he had lost just as much.

Xaier's hands would lift to pop the collar of his white button-down shirt before dropping down the front of it to smooth it out. A simple black tank top could be seen underneath, due to the fact that a majority of the buttons were undone and only buttoned near the bottem. Those eyes would glance down at the slightly baggy black jeans that hung on his hips, and the black and white sneakers which would begin to carry him across the schoo grounds.

His right hand would return to the single strap of his backpack, his other arm swaying freely at his side as his stride carried him closer and closer toward the place he would be calling his home. Once again those emerald hued orbs would take a swift glance about as he moved, a single earbud resting in his ears as it played one of his favorite songs of the moment.

"Just shine, shine like you know you can.
It's your life and I can't hold your hand.
You never know when your time will be done,
So just shine, shine, shine brighter then the sun."

His words had come out low, just barely even audible. The beat continued to pound at his ear drum as Xaier's eyes would drop back to the watch on his right wrist. Like always the senior had arrived nearly twenty minutes early. The blond haired boy would lift his hands as he continued to walk, resting them at the back of his neck as he stretched and settled down upon the grass only a short distance from the main enterance. His left hand would drop into his pocket and slip out his mp3 player as he waited for the time to tick away.

[Hildegard Merquise]

School school school.

Perhaps not one of her most favorite places, but one of the most interesting. After all, there were so many people concentrated into one building, it was so strange. Before hand all of her schools hadn't gone over the average for a school's mass. Then again, Public High School 774 wasn't one of the most normal places, since it was the school for every high school student in the city... It was a big city. So many people, so much odd, so much new. An adventure, in a way.

Hilde wandered the halls, smiling away as she did so. She was friendly, waving and greeting people as she passed, stopping only once in a while to chat with someone. It was time to head outside, yes once more before being sealed away inside for hours. Always on the nicest days, did the classes seem extra long. Walking with only a single ear bud in, the other was tucked in the front of her blazer. The rest of the traveled down to the front right pocket of her shorts. Walking and humming along to Canon in D. As much as she enjoyed the music of normal people, the morning really called for something a little more calm. After all, one needs to be mellow before class, so not to feel the need to escape and walk.

Pushing open the doors, the young woman would turn and look around, a bright smile upon her face as she passed some clad in black. Laughing at her, they'd mock wave and smile, before walking in and laughing. Of course not everyone saw eye to eye with Hilde, she was a little odd. Especially with her red and blue eyes. Contacts were a pain, she really hated them. Looking up and around at the things and people before the school, Hilde completely neglected to see the young man sitting in the grass. Being Hilde, she managed to trip over him, stumble, trip, walk into a tree and fall over. Not the most graceful landing, but she found the ground..

Face first into the grass and a messenger bag on the head later, there was signs of life.. perhaps not human life, but life still the same. "Sorry about that." Came a muffled voice from beyond the bag. With the apology, followed movement. Moving the bag off her head and sitting up slowly. "Sorry about that, I should have watched where I was going." Sweet enough to give cavities. Apologize first, never look'em in the eye, and be nice. Things she was told upon entering the school system.


[[OOC: Sorry for fail.... I fail at the moment. -staples bee to desk- D< OLIVERRRRR ]]

[Xaier McCaine]

Xaier's right hand had managed to catch him before he was knocked over from his sitting position. Those emerald eyes turned only to catch the girl hit a tree and drop to the ground. He couldn't help but crack a small smile as he adjusted and rose back to his feet, moving slowly toward the female that had taken a nasty little fall. The senior soon heard her voice though, so he knew at least she hadn't knocked herself out.

Sorry about that, I should have watched where I was going.

"Don't apologize, it's alright. Accidents happen."

After his words finished leaving his mouth, that small smile would widen a bit. Maybe a couple years ago he might have been upset about it, but he tried to forgive and forget these days. It was much easier then getting worked up over something so small. Xaier was just glad that it hadn't been someone trying to pick a fight. His goal in this school was to try and stay as peaceful as possible. To be honest, he was sick of all the blood and violence.

"Heh, Are you going to be alright?"

By the look on his face, and the sound of his voice she would probably realize that he was quite friendly for the most part. Xaier had always been like that, except for a year or so. He didn't have any problem with strangers either, and was usually helpful whenever he could be. Even if it meant that he'd have to throw himself into danger. Of course, so far it didn't look like he'd have to worry about that here. He could always be wrong though. Xaier's right hand would extend down toward the girl in a jesture to help her up off the ground, should she want to stand.

[Hildegard Merquise]

Of course no morning before school was completed without a little FOF... Fall on face. It didn't matter, but she had always seemed to find nice people before school,perhaps the friendly people were morning people. Whatever the case, she was thankful, kept her from angering people. Smiling, the red haired girl looked up and at the person who she had tripped over. He was smiling, perhaps friendly, or at least that was how he seemed. "Yep! Perfectly fine!" Hilde was in a good mood, as usual. Her words were sweet and friendly, they always were.

Reaching up, she'd take the young man's hand, she get back onto her feet, with his help of course. Such nice people, it really made Hilde happy. Nice people= possible friends= super friends= more fun!= Better time in her new homeland. "Thank-you." The smile never left her face as she stood before the stranger, adjusting her bag strap.

There was something different, he didn't look familiar. Even though it was a big school, when a new face appears, it can be noticed... Especially one with platinum blonde hair. Or maybe she just had far too much free time on her hands, to be able to recognize one new face in a sea of strangers. "My name is Hildegard, it's nice to meet you." She wasn't going to attack him yet, just yet.


[[OOC: SO SLLEEEPPPPPYYYYYY.... SORRY for the fail! D: -dies- ]]

[Xaier McCaine]

My name is Hildegard, it's nice to meet you.

"Xaier Mccaine.. Nice to meet you too."

The gir smiled and Xaier would only keep his own plastered upon his face for the moment. She seemed like a nice enough person so far, but Xaier didn't like to let his guard down too often. After all, he had grown up in one of the most violent places on the east coast. Not to mention #552 was one of the most infamous high-schools around, he was sure the name had made national headlines on more then once occastion. But here Xaier didn't feel so worried, at least he hadn't been given a reason to feel that way yet.

"I just transferred here. It's a nice place."

Xaier's left hand would lift up to the earbud resting in his ear, and he'd pull on the cord to remove it before tucking it back into his pocket. It was kinda weird to sit there talking to someone with music blaring in your ear. And he didn't think it was entirely respectful either. That left hand would once again sink, his fingers grabbing at the front of his white button down as he stood there face to face with his first new acquaintence. Those emerald orbs of his staring to meet her blues for the time being.