Everybody's Looking For Something (Kodah)

[Penelope Lopez]

In her past, Penelope had been a really wild girl. Staying out late, partying, doing all kinds of drugs, smoking, having sex with complete strangers and all sorts of shady business. This started after the death of her father. Well, mostly at least. She caught her mother cheating on him before he left for another operation somewhere in the world. Her father worked in the military, but he was far from a strict man. He was gentle, kind and smart man. And Penelope could not fathom why her mother would pick some drunken hillbilly over him. And when she found out, her relationship (Pretty non existing, even before that.) went completely off the radar. And then, he died on duty. Just like that. So Penelope turned into a complete rebel mostly to piss her mother off, but also to blow of a lot of steam. So, one thing lead to another and she became wild-ling.

Though, after her arrival at Hammel, she had calmed down quite a lot. Not because she wanted to, but mostly because of the lack of friends, and of course, it was a lot stricter here than it had ever been back home. She started feeling restless and uneasy, so it all ended up with her using her fake ID to get a hold of some booze, cigarettes and tequila.

It was pitch black outside, and the school was silent. It was way past hours, and she had packed her alcohol and cigarettes in a rug sack. She had put her hair up in a messy knot, and peeked outside her bedroom door. All quiet.

She walked into an empty classroom who had seen better days. She didn't really know what it was used for, not that she really cared anyways. She put her rug sack on the floor and pushed one of the desks against the window, opened it and sat down. She leaned down for the rug sack and placed it on the desk beside her. Time to get drunk, woo. She opened up a beer and drank it as she lit herself a cigarette. Her feet dangled outside of the window and she looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful night. The sky was packed with yellow and white stars, and the giant moon gave the ground below her a ghost-like appearance. She took another sip of the beer.

''Oh, Bee. If only you knew how lame you are for getting drunk all by yourself.'', she said and grinned. Well, she could worry about that later. She was pretty damn sure the major hangover she'd get would be punishment enough.

[Kodah Pierce]

Kodah searched the dorms to make sure everyone was asleep and once the coast was clear he strolled out of the building. It was almost routine to him, there were only so many rules a student could break before getting expelled and he needed to push that limit. He didn't intend to get kicked out, in fact he had come to secretly enjoy his presence at Hammel but he wouldn't admit to it. He could imagine the look on his old friends' faces if they ever learned of his whereabouts, he'd never hear the end of it. Boarding school was the last place anyone would expect to find Kodah.

His wrecked messenger bag idly hung on his shoulder, gently swaying as he stepped over the wood flooring. He absentmindedly made his way over to the classrooms, allowing his feet to take him wherever they wanted to go. He missed all the crazy parties in New York; Hammel seemed so empty after hours, it disturbed Kodah. He knew he couldn't be the only one wandering around late at night, there had to be something going on. With the number of teenagers packed into the school he was surprised at how quiet it was. His steps echoed in the empty hallway but Kodah wasn't worried about getting caught; what would they do? Send him back to bed? Oh no, he thought sarcastically.

As he passed by the empty classrooms, he spotted what looked like to be a person hanging out in one of the rooms. He knew he couldn't be the only person wandering about. When he spotted the trail of smoke coming from the girl's lips he knew this was his sort of party. He pulled the half empty vodka bottle out of his bag, knocked on the door and opened it. "Want some company? Or would you rather get drunk alone like some sort loser?" The girl was attractive and despite the fact that she was drinking alone, she looked like she knew how to have a good time.

[Penelope Lopez]

She was surprised at the sudden knock and almost dropped her beer. She turned her head quickly and raised her eyebrow at the, surprisingly cute guy standing in the doorway. She moved a little to the side. ''Oh sure, just what I wanted. Babysitting.'', she said and tossed the cigarette out the window. She turned around and studied the boy more closely. Yeah, he was cute, really cute. And he brought vodka, good enough.

She lifted up the tequila bottle and reached it out to him. ''All right, Dopey. Show me what you got.'' A devilish smile formed on her lips. She was testing him. She was plain obviously daring him. Now, this was more her plate of fun.

The skin tight, black dress she was wearing showed off all her glory and pride. A well trained hour glass shaped body, long, slender feet and arms, and of course, the girls. She was well aware how this dress complimented them too. ''Unless you're scared...''

[Kodah Pierce]

Now this was Kodah's type of girl. Her dress held tightly to her body and Kodah couldn't help but admire her figure. Her tantalizing appearance drew Kodah deeper into the empty classroom. Her confidence radiated through the room, matching Kodah's. He always liked a girl with confidence, although recently he had developed an affinity for the shy and innocent face of Lux. Her soft aura was strangely appealing to him, it was different than what he had been use to. When the girl handed Kodah the bottle, he grabbed it with his other hand and took a drink. He could tell by her devilish smile that this was a test and he wasn't about to back down from a challenge.

"Ha!" He laughed, taking another drink from the tequila before he handed it back to her. "Me, scared? Not possible. Do you have any idea where I'm from?" While he continued talking, he opened the bottle of vodka, took a sip and handed it down to the girl. "I'm from the streets of New York, fear isn't a word in my vocabulary." He sat down next to her, his knees poking out of the holes in his black pants. His white Sex Pistols shirt hung across his torso and his tattoo brazenly displayed itself on his chest. When the girl finished her drink he took another swig from the bottle. If he continued drinking at the pace he was, it wouldn't be long until he would be stumbling over his words and unable to walk in a straight line.

"I'm Kodah by the way, don't believe I've seen you around." He said, making himself comfortable. "I've only been here for a few days." Seeing her cigarette reminded Kodah of how much he had wanted one and he dug around in his bag searching for a stick or two. He pulled a Monster Energy drink from his bag, "Chaser, if ya need it." When his fingers finally found a cigarette, he lit it and lifted it to his lips. "So what's yer story?"

[Penelope Lopez]

The boy in front of her drank from the bottle and acted all bad and though. He was trying too hard to seem like a bad guy in her eyes and she shook her head while a chuckle escaped her lips. ''Oh, I see. So Mr. Hobo is fearless and is going to take on the world one step at the time?'', she said as the boy sat down next to her.

Yeah, she couldn't help but think that this kid was trying to hard to keep up the image as a bad and fearless child made of the streets. But hey, at least she got herself a drinking buddy. ''Kodah. Sounds like something you'd name a bear.'' Now that she thought about it, wasn't there a Disney movie with a bear named Kodah?

She shook her head at the energy drink and took another sip from the tequila bottle in her hand. She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand and leaned slightly back. She clicked her tongue and smirked. Her story, huh? ''Name's Penelope. I'm actually working for the feds. A new program they started a few years ago. ASD - Alcohol, sex and drugs. They send teenagers to schools all over the country to see how easily influenced teenagers are by a pretty gal like myself.'' She lit herself a new cigarette and grinned.

[Kodah Pierce]

"If anything it'd be a wolf or a coyote name," he said thoughtfully. If he would be any animal, he'd probably be a coyote. Coyotes were often seen as scavengers but they were survivalists, just like Kodah. "Penelope eh? How'd ya feel if I called you Penny?" He was never big on nicknames, but Penelope was a formal name and he despised formality. "Three of my favorite things," he laughed and took another sip from the vodka bottle, "I bet your pretty good at your job, then." He liked the tone of assurance she had in her voice, it reminded him a lot of his ex girlfriends back in New York. Most of the girls he got with in New York had a lot more piercings and dyed hair, however.

He analyzed Penelope's appearance once more, enjoying what he saw. "Alcohol, sex and drugs, eh?" He said playfully. "I can believe the first two, doubt you'd be into drugs though. You don't look the type." He winked and took a drag off his cigarette. He remembered all the crazy parties in New York and all the drugs that were there. There craziest parties were always the raves, everyone was always high off of something. The highs were always intense, although Kodah had his fair share of bad trips.

Despite the copious amount of alcohol use that was present inside Hammel, the students all seemed fairly straight edge. He had looked around for a few hook ups but had yet to find any. He had hesitated on asking Oriel, unsure if he was still into it. But if Oriel was still in the scene Kodah didn't doubt he'd know where to get anything he had been wanting. When Kodah was in New York there wasn't anything that he couldn't get his hands on, whether it was finding the right people or shoplifting from stores he usually got whatever he had wanted.

[Penelope Lopez]

''Call me whatever you want.'' She was still trying to imagine him as a coyote, but in her mind, he was still a Disney bear, whether he liked it or not. She drank some more tequila before wiping her lips and turned her head towards him. ''Oh, you bet.'', she replied and a smirk appeared on her lips before she took yet another sip of the alcohol in her hand.

''Don't judge a book by its cover.'' She said and scoffed. She not into drugs? Ha, what a joke. She had been down a pretty dark path after her father died and she was sure she had tried more things that this kid could ever imagine. But, if he didn't believe it, it was all on him. She didn't care.

''So, tell me Trouty Mouth...'', she began and took the cigarette he was holding right out of his hand and stood up. She turned towards him while walking slowly into the room. ''Care to make things a little more interesting?'' She smirked and sat down on another table and cocked her head to the side. She loved playing games, and more so; Loved winning them.

[Kodah Pierce]

"Trouty mouth?" Kodah teased. "Aren't you witty?" As he spoke Penelope snagged the cigarette out of his mouth, Kodah following the trail of smoke with his eyes. Every breath and movement Penelope made seemed deliberate, like everything had a motive. Her ambience over flowed with sexuality and certainty. The longer he stayed in her presence, the drunker he got. He was being drawn to Penelope like a moth to a flame, taking a quick liking to her. He watched her lasciviously as she sauntered toward one of the tables, not getting up to follow her just yet. He took another drink, feeling the alcohol rush to his head.

Her offer to make the night more interesting intrigued Kodah and he drunkenly pulled himself off the floor over to the table. "Depends on what you have in mind," he said, taking the seat on the opposite side of the table and placing the now empty vodka bottle next to him. He could tell by her body language that Penelope was most likely interested in what he wanted from the evening and she seemed like the type who liked play games. "I could think of a lot of different ways to make this more interesting," he said, his gaze fixated at her lips.

He gave Penelope a provocative, animalistic look before pushing the bottle off the table and locking his lips with hers. The bottle crashed to the floor, the glass shattering against the linoleum tiles of the classroom. He gently slid his hands around her face, moving them lower and lower in drunken moments of passion.