Skipping is Fun ((Open

[Alixandrya 'Rori' Parker]

It was a typically boring day for Rori, classes all day; a cruddy lunch from the cafeteria, and then back to classes. It was just oh-so fortunate Rori didn’t have a last period today….Oh she skipped, but she had high marks in the class so what was one day….or five. With an iPod blaring random music as she walked across the grass. Our young Rori found herself in the training area, specifically the DemiGod training area. Looking around and finding only a few other people practicing, and a couple outside classes working on power control, Rori slide her way over on the dew covered grass over to the target area. Sure this was usually for archery and other things like it, but Rori had other plans. Dropping her black and blue raven shoulder bag onto a small side table, Rori turned her music to something more…dark, it fit the mood she needed to get to, to control the small amount of hellfire she was able to control.

It seems hellfire changed with almost everyone who was a child of Hades. Some had the classic red fire, some had blue, purple, orange, yellow; the list goes on. After doing research on the power, Rori decided to figure out her own special hellfire. Now, closing her eyes, she concentrated on the fire of her father’s homeland. Flinching as the power flickered to life, she opened one eye slowly and smirked at the fire was surrounding her palm. It seemed Rori’s fire was white, like her hair with swirls of black. It was an odd combination, but it fit so Rori didn’t argue. Letting the music slightly control her emotions so she, herself, could keep control; Rori moved her hand slowly from left to right and back. Now with her eye focused on the target, fresh from being replaced after being riddled with holes, Rori moved two fingers out pointing at the target. She glanced around, hoping that one of the close classes didn’t see her, she let the fire slip from her fingers, and let it runs it’s intended course. She hit the target, almost dead center. Relaxing her hand, the fire flickered a bit, but stayed flittering in her hand that was by her side. Slowly stretching her other hand she concentrated again, now both hands held the white and black flickering fire. She smirked again and raised both hands towards the target.

Letting the fire run its course again, Rori stared…almost glared at the target. It was a good stress reliever and anger management controller when Rori needed it. After watching the fire flow from her hands, she shook off her hands like one would shake off water, and the flames vanished. She ran her hands through her hair, since the wind thought it would be nice to blow in her face right before her hellfire struck the board. She glanced back as it as she lifted herself onto the side table, both hit the center directly. ”I’m getting better at aiming. Maybe I won’t light a girl’s hair on fire this time.” Rori spoke to herself and no one imparticular. Of course the incident she was referring to was an accident…sort of. The girl would leave her alone about her godly-heritage…so she “accidently” had her hellfire go slightly awry…and may have lit the ends of her hair on fire. Sure, Rori got detention, but hey, it was worth it.

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[Marcus Valentine]

(OOC: Hope ya don't mind if I join )

"There's no way! It's impossible! You're just going to end up with an arrow sticking through your chest, and I'm going to get charged with murder."

Cocky little shit.... Marcus eyed the kid infront of him, who was a good half-head shorter than him with dark hair and a smirk that reminded Marcus all too well of a younger version of himself. He'd overheard the kid bragging to his friends about his bow being top of the line technology, that it shot arrows at a faster rate than any average bow. Marcus knew the kid was mainly blowing smoke, the bow looked just the same as any of the others he'd seen people carrying around in the archery area.

Marcus wasn't into archery really, he was a close-combat fighter, but he'd already spent the entire morning training and exercising since they hadn't got his classes straightened out yet, and now he was bored and in search of entertain. Naturally knocking arrogant little punks down a peg or two was a fine way to provide quality fun-time for Marcus.

"Just do it kid... you better pay up too." This pissed the kid off, Marcus could tell by the far too overplayed anger written all over his face. Without another word the kid readied his bow and pulled back on the string, an arrow already notched and ready to go. The kid's friends all shared a look of unease between themselves as they looked between their friend and Marcus who stood only fifteen feet away.

Marcus held his hands behind his back, a look of mock boredom on his features as he tilted his head to the side. This was a hustle he'd played on hundreds of people before in various forms and it had worked every time.... well almost every time, but that didn't count, the sun was in his eyes. Besides what's the worst that could happen? He'd have an arrow in his chest? Okay yeah that could probably become an issue.... but even more importantly he'd lose out on the fifty dollars that he stood to win should he pull this off, and for Marcus' broke ass, fifty dollars was like water to a man lost in the desert.

Without warning the arrow was away and was sent screaming through the air directly towards Marcus. Wait for it... wait for it.... With lightning-quick speed he brought his hands together in a single-clap method, protruding from in between his palms was the shaft of the arrow, the tip clutched between his hands. The cascade of jaws dropping as they stared at Marcus was enough to bring a smile to his lips, his eyes seeming to smile as well.

He walked forward, tossing the arrow to one of the kid's friends and reaching forward to take the fifty dollar bill in the kid's hand, his mouth still hanging open in shock. "Pleasure doing business with ya..." He said with a grin and walked past the group that had gathered to witness the daredevil activity.

He was feeling pretty happy with himself as he strolled across the archery range, his mind lost in thought as he pulled out his wallet and stashed his newly acquired funds. Had it not been for him stopping to put the wallet in his pocket, the fireball would have hit him directly in the face, instead it and its counterpart rocketed past him, feeling the heat against his face as it passed. He wasn't sure, but he could have sworn the fire was white too...though it might have just been from his extremely close point-of-view.

His eyes slipped to the right, searching for the source of the fireballs of death, his eyes landing on the blonde headed girl that was now sitting on a table, the only person within a hundred feet of him. A small smile played at his lips as he quipped playfully, "That's pretty hott..." The cheesiness of his opening line astonishing even himself, but hopefully she was someone with a sense of humor, because he happened to be a sucker for blondes.

[Alixandrya 'Rori' Parker]

Rori swung her legs back and forth a bit has she sat down, her music still blaring random music through the headphones. Her music was always loud, it was a wonder her eardrums hadn’t completely obliterated from how loud the music was and how often she had it on. She didn’t notice anyone around her, not really caring with the archery class. It wasn’t her thing, the dead were her thing. It was funny to have a dead person randomly come back and sneak behind those in the graveyards seeking a ‘thrill’. Of course it was never her idea, it was those rotting in the ground, even the dead need a laugh now and again, Rori was just one to provide. She dug around in her bag to find her still-mostly-filled soda. The control of the fire still wiped her out, and being a caffeine addict, soda was the best thing of course.

After taking a sip, she tossed the bottle back in her bag, now looking around she saw, in the distance, a group of underclassmen still standing shocked of something that happened before; Rori didn’t know, but it must have been something…or nothing, it seemed the newer generations were easily entertained….and cocky; especially when the newer kids had powers. More than once has she seen a kid lose control of their powers with showing off. Next, she noticed a male, more on the taller than her…but most people were, standing close to her destroyed target thanks to her practice. She wondered how long he was there, but then could see that he had a more-stunned look on his face. Long enough to see target practice I guess… She spoke in her head, but she didn’t move to get closer to him. In fact, she jumped off the table to face another target, right next to the old one since it had three holes through it, and some which she thought still had small flames flickering on the material.

Wanting to get in some more practice, but way too lazy, Rori changed her mind and moved to the front of the table, now just leaned against it so she could keep an eye on the target, just in case she changed her mind, and the other on the male who moved closer and actually spoke first, ”That’s pretty hot…” A cheesy line, but Rori couldn’t help just smile and shake her head. ”It's only hot because it's me shooting it," She winked softly, though he didn't know why she said the line, "otherwise it would be ice"

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[Marcus Valentine]

Marcus smiled in response to her words, not really sure of her meaning with the last line, but atleast she formed what seemed to be a well-formed sentence, which in most cases seemed to be a sign of atleast a decent amount of intelligence. For the most part it was a trade-off with women, you either got an extremely attractive woman with little mental and conversational abilities, or you get the fun to be around women that just aren't that fun to look at. Of course there would be the occasionally break from the norm, but they were few and far between, atleast they had been in his experiences. Hey Casanova....you haven't even told her your name yet, quit getting ahead of yourself.

He moved closer towards one of the targets, inspecting its charred remains with an impressed look on his face as he turned away from the still-smoking surface and back towards the girl. There was many ways he could go about flirting with this girl, she was probably used to the average approach of a guy playing the romantic and trying to sweep her off of her feet with poetry and fruity clothing, nope, not his style. Normally he would have just decided to talk to her and carried it from there in his own way, but he was still feeling kind of bored and coupled with the lingering after effects of his victory over the Arrogant Midgets, he was feeling a bit crafty.

"Alright so I've got an idea.." He said with a grin, standing a good twenty feet away from her. He wasn't completely sure how fast her fireballs were, but he had a rough idea, and he hoped he wasn't too far off because otherwise this might turn into a bad idea. However then he remembered that he was Marcus Valentine, and everything was better. "You get one shot... if you can hit me with one of your awesome little fireballs, then... well you win, I hadn't really thought of anything for your side of this.." He said, letting his voice trail off for a moment as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck in mock thought for a few moments. "... I don't know we'll come back to that..." He said with a teasing wink.

"But if you miss... you have to hang out with me for the rest of the day.... sound good?" He said with a grin.

[Alixandrya 'Rori' Parker]

”Alright, so I’ve got an idea…” The un-named man spoke, he was about twenty or so feet away from her, as she turned her head to look to him fully, ”You get one shot…if you can hit me with one of your awesome little fireballs, then….well you win, I hadn’t really thought of anything for your side of this…” He offered to play a game. Good. Something to keep her occupied. She didn’t really think of what would happen if she did actually hit him, that might be bad…ok really bad. She continued to watch him until he finished his proposal; thinking of this was a good idea or not; depends on what he wanted of course. ”But if you miss…you have to hang out with me for the rest of the day…sound good?” He grinned as he let the offer stand. Rori pondered for a moment, thinking of the possible ideas of what she could have him do, if she won of course. Smirking, getting an idea, Rori pushed herself off from the table’s edge, pulling and shutting off her iPod; she stuffed it in her bag and faced the male.

”Alright, I’ll take that offer. But if I win…well, we’ll just get to that when we get there won’t we?” Rori twisted her wrist to stretch it out before letting the fire form around her hand and all five fingers. The white flames flickered at the top as the black swirls formed in the hellfire. She brought her hand up to examine the flames in front of her face, it didn’t hurt her, and so she didn’t care. ”Alright, hotshot,” Rori’s official name for him since he never introduced himself with a name, of course she didn’t either, so it was fair. ”Let’s see what you got.” She smirked, almost darkly. For a brighter person, so to speak, when she used her powers, Rori’s personality warped just a little bit, enough to let more power come to her.

In the moments she let her hand stay in front of her, she glanced over the one who started all of this. He wasn’t that bad looking, she believed she has seen him around a bit, but she was a people-watcher, she saw a lot of people in a day. His personality seemed like ones she had seen before, more full of himself; but Rori tried not to judge just on looks. Of course he did not see at all like those guys who thought they had to be overly-romantic. Been there, done that, didn’t like the t-shirt. Deciding enough small moments have passed, not even a minute or two, Rori moved her first and middle finger out towards hotshot, and let the fire run its own course towards him. There wasn’t much fire there, but it was close to the full speed she could get to going without hurting herself in the process.

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