So That's Why It's Boarded Up... [Helena]

[Hephaistos [Seoras Reinard]]

KA-lunk!

Seoras hissed in annoyance as the loose board he had just pushed aside swung back to crack him on the shoulder. "Gyah, damnit...bet that'll leave a mark..."

As he climbed the rest of the way through into the ancient room, reaching back through to grab his bookbag, he stood up and stretched a bit. It was good to get away from those loony teachers and uncoordinated students every once in a while; better than getting crushed in the hallways. Again.

Surveying his long-since familiar surroundings, he picked up a few things out of place. That chair had been on the other side of the room last time...and there was a clear little scuffing in the dust on the floor where a table had been jostled a bit.

"I'd...rather NOT know why that happened to be honest," he mumbled to himself. Crossing over to a different table than the one in question, he lightly tossed his bag beneath it and sat up on the edge of it. The table creaked and shifted, causing him to leap off with a muffled "Yeep!" Didn't need to go smashing through a table right now...or really ever, if he could help it. He lightly kicked a chair, testing it before sitting down and giving a slight sigh. Grubby though this old room may be, it was still a good escape. Besides, he'd never get caught or anything; the administraton actually thought the building was secure with the door and windows boarded up.

Seoras glanced around the room again. "Wow, great, now I'm bored. What to do...." He fell into silence, staring without seeing at the floor infront of him, turning his focus inward to just think about...well, about STUFF.


((And we're off! Probably not all that great, but it works. And it's a bit silly.))

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

Today was a good day. There was no doubt about it. Not only had Helena finally passed a math test, succeeded in heckling some freshmen until they were at the point of tears and pierced her right ear again; but she had gotten blueberry poptarts. No food item had such an effect on the small blonde girl than the frosting covered, artificially flavoured, metal-product-wrapped bits of heaven.

As she walked through the less-than-perfect hallways of Oraura High School, Helena gleefully broke of bits of her poptarts and stuck them into her mouth, chewing them slowly as to not miss even the slightest bit of the delightful flavour. Glancing at a digital clock that hung on the wall beside her, Helena giggled. School had now been out for four hours, and the petite blonde was still there. It wasn't the fact the the girl was particularly fond of Oraura, but simply that she dreaded going home. Not that her home life was all that terrible, Helena just found that there was more scope for the imagination wandering around darkened hallways at night.

Turning a corner, Helena headed down a wing of the school she didn't recogninze, causing the happiness of the poptarts to vanish from her mind. Making her way down it, the blonde presumed that this was part of the original building. Scanning around her, an eery sense of abandonment found itself clouding over her thoughts. It looked as though the school, it's teachers, and time had completely forgotten this part of the building. As a chill ran down her spine, Helena turned around and began to make her way out of the wing where she felt she had already spent to much time.

Just then, a creaking noise came from a room nearby to where the girl was. Freezing in her steps, Helena's gaze fell upon a door whose room had recently been broken into. After taking a moment to shake off her ridiculous, useless fear, the girl crossed to the door. After adjusting one of the boards, the blonde put all her pressure onto the rotted wooden surface and pushed. Letting out an odd moaning sound, the door swung open. To Helena's shock, her eyes fell upon a figure. After adjusting to the light, the girl realized that this was no one to be frightened of... but in fact, her old friend, Seoras.

Sblack personing to herself at the thought of being frightened, Helena crossed over to the boy. She plopped herself down on his lap. "Heyloooo!" She said, in not the most intelligent voice as she munched on her remembered blueberry poptart.


((Oh man... that was a terrible post. Meeeh.))

[Hephaistos [Seoras Reinard]]

A shivver ran down Seoras's spine as he jolted back into reality Where was he? How long had he been there?

"Right...old building..." He checked his watch, finding that it hadn't been nearly as long as he might have thought at first. The sound of soft thumps like footsteps caught his attention, and he silenced himself, listening. Someone...was right outside. Who the hell was here at this unGodly hour? ((Hehe, puns, funny...))

The busted you door slowly creaked open to reveal a small female shadow, one he picked up as being very familiar. As the girl came toward him, he had to smile; Helena. Of course it was her, who else would trapiese around at night? Excepting himself, of course.

She came up and sat down in his lap--Seoras instnctively wrapped an arm around her for balance, or so he told himself--and gave him a loony hello.

"Hello Helena...what could possibly bring you here? Not my aura secretly lusting for you I hope." He was kidding....well, sort of. Maybe. A tad. Maybe about him having an aura. The rest was on the right track. "And...do I smell blueberry?"

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

The blonde let out a soft chortle as Seoras put his arm around her. Helena and Seoras were well-known as flirts.... and what do you get when you put two flirts with a mutual attraction? Relentless flirting! Chewing on the bit of poptart she had just placed in her mouth, the girl turned her attention to the boy on whose lap she now resided. As he commented on his 'lusting aura', Helena had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from laughing. Running her fingers softly down the side of Seoras' face, Helena began, "Well, of course.... because I'm just that alluring...." She said, her tone seductive and fraught with mystery. "Or maybe I just needed a place to crash." She said, her tone very much the opposite of what it had previously been... but that was Helena's way of playing 'hard to get'; two parts sexy, one part ridiculous, and one part blueberry poptart.

A grin crossed Helena's face as the goth boy commented on the poptart that she had almost entirely devoured. "Indeed!" Was all the girl could squeak out, as she was in shock to learn that she was not the only one who could find the flavour of a poptart simply by smelling it. Finishing off the last bits of the un-toasted-toaster-treat, the blonde let out a yawn. "So... my dear! What shaaaall we dooo?" She asked, her tone monotonous.... knowing that any fluctuation in her voice would cause her dear friend's mind to wander....

[Hephaistos [Seoras Reinard]]

"Well, of course.... because I'm just that alluring...."

"I won't argue that..." Seoras smirked, feeling her hand trace down the side of his face; damn cheeky girl she was, and incedentally one of the things he found attractive about her. She didn't pull punches, but she did love to toy with her "prey." The goth was the same way.

He kept his silence while Helena finished off her snack, then wrapping both arms about her once she asked him what they ought to do. Seoras pulled her in close, so that their noses nearly touched, speaking lowly and letting his accent do the real talking. "Well, you know I cannae resist you...we could just skip the foreplay and get right to the part where we have a passionate make-out session..." Now, easing her back away from him, he gave a sort of "blowing you off" face, going back to his normal way of speaking. "Or maybe not. I mean, you WOULD taste like blueberry, and everyone knows blueberries are disgusting." She wasn't the only one who could swing a double-edged blade and bounce from flirtacious to disinterested in but a moment.

Despite having pushed her back up to where she'd been, he still unconsciously kept both his hands at her waist. Maybe he wasn't kidding about that whole 'passionate make-out session' thing...Nah, he had to be...right? Right?

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

Almost the moment Helena had swallowed the last piece of her poptart, she felt herself being wrapped in Seoras' arms and pulled forward. They were close now, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her skin as he spoke. As her dear friend and partner-in-flirting began to speak of a make-out proposistion, his Irish accent made it almost entirely impossible to say no. If Seoras had taken even a moment longer before opening his stubborn mouth again, there would a bit of a temperature rise in the old wing of the school.

It was just as the blonde was about to lean forward that the goth-boy offered a bit of clarity to her intentions. "Is he insulting my poptarts? The loverly-processed-blueberry-goodness of poptarts?!" Helena questioned herself, in a manner that would seem comical to anyone else. Well now. There was only one thing that could be done in this sort of situation.

"Well now, Seoras.... you are now mine enemy; for you lack of respect to... the..." The petite girl stumbled for a moment, trying to think of what exactly to defend. "The...this!" With that, Helena turned her face away from Seoras and held up the poptart wrapper, displaying a picture of a seemingly-alive poptart with a kangaroo-ish pouch in it's stomach. Above the picture were the words 'Get in my Belly!' "Besides, blueberries are NOT digusting! They are a staple of almost every creatures diet on earth. The end. You lose, monsieur enemy!"

Just then, Helena turned back to facing her goth, catching his eye. She put her hands onto the back of his head, her fingers sinking deep into his dark hair. "Then again, I've always liked playing with my enemies," With that, the girl leaned forward and gave Seoras one soft kiss. Pulling away from his lips the girl smiled. How bipolar can you get?

[Hephaistos [Seoras Reinard]]

"Well now, Seoras.... you are now mine enemy; for you lack of respect to... the...The...this!"

Blinking at the sudden invasion of his personal space (oh, that's rich...) by a celophane wrapper, Seoras couldn't help but smile. Helena was such an...interesting person, with major bonus points for many things; among them ranked her beauty and huggability. Oh, right, and that she had at least as much fun flirting with him as he did with her.

"Besides, blueberries are NOT digusting! They are a staple of almost every creatures diet on earth. The end. You lose, monsieur enemy! Then again, I've always liked playing with my enemies..."

Seoras was very lucky that humans didn't need to use all of their brain at once to function, or he would have completely short-circuited. He hadn't been expecting the kiss--most of the time they just toyed with one another, trying to get the other to concede defeat in some way. There was this one time where he had been playing with whipped cream in nought but a bathingsuit...THAT one was probably the best flirtacious assault ever made. Anyways, enough with the reminicing, back to the matter at hand. Err, lips. As I was saying:

He hadn't been expecting the kiss, and the touch of her soft lips frazzled a good half of his conscious mind. Thankfully, the other half was more than capable of continuing; it also happened to be the part of him with the thickest accent.

"Ah'm glad yeh doo..." He raised his hand, and tipping an imaginary hat at her, spoke to test the boundaries. "Ah concede defeat t'yeh lass...as sooch, yeh may do with me as yeh please..." There, that ought to give her something to think about, he thought as he wrapped his arm back around her waist. That is, if she could think around his accent...


((Hehe, that was fun to say. The whipped cream and bathingsuit bit...Maybe we should relive the past a little, eh? ;D ))

[Hecate [Helena McFadden]]

As she had pulled out of the kiss, Helena had no idea what sort of reaction she would get out of Seoras. Not to say that she had expected him to flip out and throw her off of him, she just wasn't clear on how the goth would react to the sudden 'level-up' from their usual ruthless flirting. As if answering her thoughts, the irresistable Irish-Scottish of her dearest friend began to speak of relenting to the girl; to let her 'do with him as she pleased'.

Ususally, at a conversation addition such as what Seoras had just said, Helena would have jumped at the oppourtunity and done something completely crazy, such as spraying the boy with silly-string that came from seemingly nowhere. However, this time was different. The petite blonde had always been a strong girl, and not easilly distracted when she put her mind to something.... but if there was one thing that could always stop her dead in her tracks and make Helena go into a sort of Cinderella-like daze.... it was an accent. Now not just any old accent, mind you, but an Irish one. Helena herself had been raised on the Emerald isle and that was where her heart truly belonged.

The girl tried to get a grip on what Seoras was saying, but as he probably schemed, there was no sense of reality to her. "Uh.... uhm....." She began, not even able to piece together the slightest bit of an intelligable sentence. "Er..." Leaning forward, as to stop her rambling, Helena gave her dear goth a light peck on the cheek. "Yay?" Needless to say, it was a bad attempt at stopping an even worse..... conversation.