Exile Amidst The Strange...(Open)

[~Traptz~]

Even Gods Tire...

James Marshall hadn't been at this academy long. He knew no one here. It didn't really bother him... Not on the outside... Somewhere in his subconscious mind... He knew it did... Like any other human, they strove for attention. That is why he did many of the things he did...

He walked through a courtyard. It was a beautiful place. Lush greenery. Everything that would make a place feel safe and secure. He neared a small bench. Sitting down he stretched out. Hands behind his head he looked around. This place was grand. James was nothing more than a rejected member of society.

He stretched out a bit, and yawned. He had only now realized how tired he was. Maybe he should get sleep... Nah... He could stay awake longer. He had before.

Slipping a hand down into his jacket he pulled out a pack of smokes. Taking one out he placed it into his mouth. Returning the smokes, he looked for his lighter.

Not there.

Damn...

James bolted up. He had to find that. He began to scour the courtyard. After a few minutes of running around he slightly gave up. Casting just a slight bit of fire magic he lit his smoke.

"Oww..."

Yet again, trying to light a smoke resulted in him burning his face. Taking a long drag he thought over were he could have left it...

[Shea]

It was time for nature. Just to be outside like she was at home so often back in Wales. On a sunny day it was her favorite place to be. Shea stepped out into the courtyard her black hair down hanging around her shoulders a small white kitten dogging her heals happily.

She stepped out into the sunlight and for a moment she stood there scanning the courtyard with her apple green eyes her black skirt being ruffled by the wind as it hugged her legs up about six inches above the knee. A very form fitting green tank top hung over her upper body.

She watched a man looking around the courtyard a cigarette in his mouth he seemed to be searching for something. She raised a brow but didn't know what he was searching for. She walked over to him slowly when suddenly he lit the cigarette with a spell and ended up burning his face. She winced. Well at least now she could help.

"Excuse me." she said in her soft and quiet yet elegant voice. "Do you mind if I touch you?"

Odd question to ask someone you didn't know to say the least but without much of a wait she reached up and touched the emerald in her ear and touched his hand gently her soft hand wrapping gently around his holding it for a moment. She smiled at him before she cast the spell.

The green light on her finger disappeared in two seconds and she smiled brighter. The burn on his face now gone.

"Much better, I healed your burn for you. I hope you don't mind." she said softly with a gentle smile. "I'm Shea. It's a pleasure you meet you."

She said holding out her hand. The ruby and emerald bracelets shinning in the light. In fact if you noticed one thing about the girl it was the amount of gems and jewelry she wore.

[~Traptz~]

Everybody would waste it all... To have a summer that they could call... Memories that are full of fun... F*cked up when its all done.

James Marshall frantically began to retrace his steps. At least tried to. Twice he dropped his smoke. For some odd reason he felt compelled to pick it up... Normally he would just let it sit there... But no... Not here...

The man was a bit too distracted to notice anyone at the moment and failed to notice Shea enter the courtyard. he had his head kept down mostly, hoping to god he would find his Zippo. That thing was the only shred of his mother he had left...

Then a strange sensation hit him. His cheek felt better. Healed? Yes... He had done it to himself so many times he just didn't feel the pain any more. His head jerked up and before him was an attractive young woman. Though a bit young for James... As it seemed every one here was. She was shorter than James... But how uncommon was that?

"Ummm... Yeah... Hi... Pleasures... All mine..."

James said this half heartedly. He was still looking around for his lighter. He ran a hand over his face.

Genius....

"My name is James Marshall. I hate to be rude and ask something of you but... Have you seen a very shinny silver Zippo... Y'know, one of those lighters that flips open... With a joker on one side anywere..."

The man was clearly agitated beyond the normal par. However... This Zippo oddly enough was one of the few things James cared for.

(Sorry for crappy post... I had it done once then I hit some button and it vanished....Can never make a good post after doing that...)
(If you make a reply, Don't expect a reply for the next two weeks. Just making sure I warn you now... Just incase you never read my leaving post.)