I'm Trouble in my Town [Rayne]

[Fifi Hart]

Surprisingly, it was rare for Fifi to make the conscious decision to skip class. Granted, she was hardly ever on time for anything…mostly because she didn’t care, but that didn’t mean she was doing it on purpose. Today was different. Today was Fifi’s mental health day and Chemistry class just didn’t seem like it was worth it. Oliver did all of her homework anyway (if she played her cards right), so why bother? Fifi had instead opted for a nice walk in the courtyard, the brisk autumn breeze catching her short black hair and tousling it like a loving uncle.

Fifi’s outfit was, for once, tailored for the weather. While the rascally young girl truly approved of showing her skin, it was a wee bit too cold for that sort of thing. Instead she opted for jeans and a slouchy sweater, boots and a sideways blue beret that managed to stay on despite the wind once she secured it with a bobby pin. Though she practically swam in the large emerald green sweater, the garment hanging off one of her thin shoulders, a wide black belt cinched it around her waist, at least alerting the world that there was indeed a girl under all that fabric. The point was, Fifi was cozy and warm, and feeling rather cute.

Having selected a tree close to the scholastic building of Hammel campus, Fifi flopped down and dug in her purse for a cigarette. Producing one out the pack, she lit it and took a long dragged, smiling smugly at her own construction of what would turn out to be a perfect day. Other students milled about on the lawn, talking, socializing, and being generally uninteresting. For now Fifi was content to watch them, but she couldn’t say how long it would be before she decided to interfere…just to make things fun.

[Rayne Braxton]

Another boring week day filled with useless assignments that Rayne would not busy herself with doing. She was not one for schoolwork, or work in general. Even though the bell had rung for her to attend her U.S. Government class, she decided to just skip it. She didn't need to read another twenty pages on some subject for some test she didn't care about anyway. Rayne chose to take a nice walk through the courtyard, maybe find a tree to sit under to read a book she had some actual interest in. Or to just catch up on some needed sleep.

Ray had gone for her usual look: cute and comfy. She walked through the courtyard in some dark torn skinny jeans, one of her retro all black sweaters that was cut so it slid a bit off her shoulders, black knee-high boots, and a grey and black striped beanie that barely contained her mess of wavy hair. Her hair had been left tangled down to her lower back, Ray called it a hat day. On her wrists were her usual decent amount of bangle braclets, some of them jingling as she walked. Not too much makeup, not too much work on her outfit at all. Ray felt right at home.

She was walking when she spotted a girl smoking, sitting by one of the courtyard's many trees. The brunette seemed to be ditching as well, not caring who saw. Ray liked this girl already. She walked up to her, Rayne's trademarked smirk coming into play. "You know those things will kill you one day right? Something about all those chemicals being in your system and all that scientific jazz." She sat down lazily by the girl, leaning her back against the tree and looking at the girl letting her know that she was kidding. Rayne had dabbled a bit, but then again who hasn't? If you like to party that will come into play almost immediately. A cold wind found its way to where Ray was sitting, and she crossed her arms against her stomach. "Nice day to get away from that place," Rayne pointed at the schools direction, "So, what class are you taking a mini vacation from?" Might as well talk to this girl for a while, nothing much else to do. "Name's Ray, by the way." she added. She was fully comfortable, glad that she had taken another day off from the teacher's useless babble.

[Fifi Hart]

“Sure do.” Fifi replied non-chalantly, blowing smoke in Rayne’s general direction and studying the girl through the blue-white haze. Pretty. Familiar looking, but not familiar enough to know the name. Translation? Fresh meat. Fifi grinning an impish smile, tapping the pack and the lighter on the ground next to her. “Care to speed up your own inevitable end?” She said, taking the same tone Rayne had used to mock chastise her about her own smoking. Fifi yawned and, seeing that the girl wanted to talk, snubbed out her cigarette in the slightly damp grass, watching as the strands nearby charred brown then black.

“Well, y’know. The usual.” Fifi said cryptically. Was it really any of her business which class she was skipping? Granted, Fifi wasn’t purposefully being bitchy, she just had to evaluate this girl nice and well before she opened up. God knows Fifi was a snot when it came to who she hung out with, and if Rayne was in anyway aligned with someone she didn’t like..well. That would be an issue. But her jokes about smoking made her seem pretty cool. Fifi rolled onto one of her thin hips, facing Rayne and propping her elbow against the tree. Leaning her head in her hand, she chuckled a bit. “Not a big fan of your classes either, I take it?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

Just for the hell of it (or, as usual, to stir up trouble), Fifi extended her bare hand to Rayne. She introduced herself…why not shake hands? Besides, Fifi was sure Rayne would be more interesting under a bit of an influence. Who wasn’t. “Fifi. Nice to meet you.”

[Rayne Braxton]

Ray put up a hand to wave the incoming smoke away from her face, and grinned right back at the girl. When the girl offered her a cig, she shook her head, still grinning.

"No, thanks. I don't need any help getting to my end." She pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Knowing me, I'll probably end up dying young anyway."

Rayne wasn't one to be cautious, she liked to flit towards danger, lurking around it's edges. It hadn't gotten back to her yet, but she was sure it would someday.

"Yeah any class is good to get away from at some point," Rayne replied, unfazed by her cryptic answers. She could understand why one wouldn't say much due to the fact that they had just met, but that didn't stop Rayne from telling her what she ditched. "I have a general dislike for school in general, but U.S. Government is on the top of that list along with math. I like it that the guards don't do much when you're ditching, most of the time."

She saw the girl's extended hand, and smiled back at her. "Name's Rayne." Then she took hold of the Fifi's hand, and the world started to get a little hazy. Her mind and body were liking this new change, a giddy happiness taking ahold of her. "The pleasure is all mine." She said, then tried to bow and fell to the grass. Laughing at herself, she tried to get up, and when that failed, she burst out laughing again. "Sorry, guess my hand-eye coordination has gone to shit." The rational part of her mind had been nagging her to think about how she became like this all of a sudden, but that small thought didn't last too long.

[Fifi Hart]

“Sound like a smart girl.” Fifi complimented, nodding her head and looking at the vacant patch of grass next to her. This girl had some style, a bit of an attitude; worth of having a seat next to Fifi, as far as the queen bitch was concerned. It didn’t take Rayne to stumble, fall, and sort of roll into the spot Fifi had indicated.

She laughed blatantly at the other girl, her own vision getting a bit wobbly. Fifi had logically built up a tolerance to herself over years of abusing her powers on others, but it still made her a little fuzzy from time to time. Fifi supposed a life with blurred edges was just fine, anyway. She snickered a bit to herself.

“Yeah I guess it did go to shit.” Fifi said, blowing out another drag and shaking her head at the girl in the grass. “Damn honey, you’ve got no tolerance at all!” She commented, giggling again and flicking the ash from her cigarette into the grass. “Can’t send you back to US Government like this, huh?”

[OoC:: UGH. Short. T-T sorry.]