Empty Classroom -Open-

[Alexander Valen Black]

Alex enjoyed spending his time outside of inhabited class rooms and thus he chose an empty classroom to chill out in, no people that would mess around with him, the world was his ashtray, a cigarette in his mouth and flipping a zippo lighter in his hand. Another school his parents sent him to and another one he would probably fail at, he couldn’t care less though…

All his parents wanted was to get rid him for as long as possible, until he got sent back. Taking a deep whiff of his cigarette he pondered the idea of rolling a less conformed smokable, marihuana… But even in an empty classroom, the chance that one of the wimpy idiotic students would catch on to the smell was less than entertaining. It would probably end in him swearing revenge on yet another poor kid.
He grinned to himself as he thought about past schools where he was often feared just for being himself; he chuckled to himself with a slight smile. He flicked his ash on the teacher’s desk before standing up and walking towards the window. Looking outside he could see a couple of people out on the field, which wasn’t all that amusing but it was interesting to see everything from this perspective.

“Small like fucking ants” He muttered to himself as he put the cigarette out on the window and dropped it on to the floor, neigh the moment before the cigarette hit the floor Alex had moved another one to be gripped by his lips. Moving his Zippo in a smooth and single handed move it opened up and enflamed, lighting the cigarette. “This place is a pretty good place to live, hot chicks, no one harassing me yet and I don’t have a care in the world.. For now.

He moved softly through the classroom, taking a deep whiff of the cigarette with neigh each step. He licked his lips once and stopped. He heard a sound coming from the door, his gaze sharpened on the door for a moment though after a while he continued his steps. Having noted that there was nothing of interest going on. He stopped at a desk and leaned against it, finding that he once again stared at the ceiling, flicking his cigarette to the door still burning.

[Carmen Liddell]

It was a fine thing to smoke and Carmen was fully unnopposed to that particular habit of hers, but it was an entirely different thing to hallucinate the smell of cigarette smoke. Sure, she had been known to salivate at the thought of a bit of tobacco when her cravings were particularly strong, but actually imagining that there were cigarettes around was completely new and she wasn't sure that she liked it. At all. After all, she was a bitch, but she wasn't crazy.

Luckily, it only took about five minutes of her [obviously] highly developed senses to realize that she was not, in fact, hallucinating the smoke, but that it was actually coming from somewhere. With a silent cheer, since this meant that she was not actually insane, she set about finding it, nostrils a-flare. Another five minutes, and she had pinpointed it to a general location, though it didn't make sense, because the hallway she was in was just as empty as it had been when she started her search, and there didn't appear to be any locker fires being started. No one, she figured, was stupid enough to smoke in a classroom.

...Except, upon further nasal inspection, she realized that it was in fact, coming from a classroom and that she had been far too hasty to overlook that particular option. With a triumphant smirk, she casually wrenched the door open, hoping to startle whoever was inside. If that didn't do the trick, the clacking of her stiletto boots on the ground should have--she'd been told she sounded like a walking woodpecker occasionally.

Ignoring whoever was in there for the second, she strode in and hopped up onto a desk, crossing her skirted legs at the knee. It was then that she finally turned her attention to the boy that had caused her such mental trauma for the past ten minutes.

"Fancy lending a fag to a poor girl whose lost hers?" she asked, putting on a pout that didn't quite display all of the angelic innocence one might have expected her to want it to. "Unless you have a problem sharing tobacco, in which case, I fully understand. But I hope you understand that, in that case, I will have to take it by force and I don't think either of us want that."

Because, at five-foot-three, she was oh-so-threatening.

[Alexander Valen Black]

Alex could hear footsteps coming from the hallway, which was obviously a woman as it seemed to have the high pitched thud of heels. He took out another cigarette and put it to his lips, followed by the consequential lighting with his zippo. He didn’t care whether it was a teacher or if someone would betray what he was doing, what were they going to do? Send him back to his parents again… Yeah, that’s new. He chuckled slightly to himself and inhaled a good amount of smoke from sucking the death stick. He licked his lips momentarily and the smoke flowed softly from his lips and he sucked it back in to his nose, leaving it in momentarily before blowing it out.

It was then that the girl walked in to the classroom, an arrogant pace but Alex had not even taken the time to turn his head, idly blowing smoke rings in the air. If it had been a teacher she would have already spoken to him he figured. He grinned and looked up to the ceiling, hearing her voice finally ring.

”Fancy lending a fag to a poor girl whose lost hers?"

Alex merely chuckled and still did not care to turn towards her, merely giving an absent minded answer “Not really” He figured this was one of those girls who figured they could impress everyone and thus somehow they divinely gained the right to demand things of absolute strangers… He had been to Paris in the past and could never get used to the fact of people actually asking for cigarette’s. So many utter strangers believing that they would get a cigarette… Bum’s, that’s all they were and he cared not to wait for an explanation of this girl. He flicked the ash to the floor and kept looking out the window he was in front of. A small smile slipped over his lips as he saw someone trip over someone else on the seemingly distant field. He didn’t recognize either of them, but the sight was amusing to say the least.

His hands were on the desk as he leaned back a little, cigarette in his lips and absently sucking on the burning dried plants, smoke being blown from his nose every once in a while. Alex wasn’t known in the past for being the most approachable person, nor giving or nice for that matter… In general he was well disliked.

[Carmen Liddell]

Obviously, like anyone, Carmen didn't like being ignored, but she liked being smoked near even less. Luckily, Carmen was not the stand-idly-by-the-sides kinda girl, so, after his 'not really' and pointed ignoring of the pout she plastered onto her lipsticked mouth, she hopped off the desk she had just taken residence on and strode over to one closer to him, making sure he could see her as she hopped up onto that one.

"That's not very nice," she informed him, trying very hard to keep up a pout instead of the smirk that so dearly wanted to break through on her face. It was useless arguing that perhaps it was a little bit nicer not to share one's cigarettes with another person; after all, if they were keeping the cancerous fumes to themselves, no one else was inhaling them. But logic was useless on Carmen, who followed her own sense of [often very skewed] logic.

This whole fume thing, though, was getting to the point where she was going a little bit crazy. Looking very calm, however, she rested her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned toward him.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you how to treat a lady?"

[Alexander Valen Black]

He finally looked over to her as she came closer, scanning her body once before moving his look moved idly to stare out of the window, resuming his smoking rituals. He didn’t give her much notice, even after she posed him the question. Leaving silence fill the room for a while before giving an answer.

“She also said ladies don’t smoke.” He said with an uninterested tone on his voice. Taking another deep inhale from the cigarette, once again letting it flow past his upper lip in to his nose before blowing a couple of smoke rings. Alex enjoyed silence at times and admittedly he couldn’t deny that he liked the way the girl looked, but she acted like she could demand anything of him. Just like his parents, thinking they have the right to tell him what to do whilst never being there, it pissed him off.

He looked at her once more, scanning her up and down, from her feet past all her interesting features. But he said nothing, his facial expression stern and once again he averted his gaze from her, putting out the cigarette on the desk he was leaning on. He didn’t care, would be more interesting if he got caught… But he didn’t feel like detention or any of such ideas.

“Why are you here?” He finally gave a question back.

[Carmen Liddell]

"Touche," Carmen said, not bothering to move from her desk. If he wanted to check her out, he could check her out. If he touched her, she might kill him, but that didn't look like it was going to be happening any time soon. She couldn't even bum a cigarette off of him without serious persuasion. Well, the persuasion hadn't worked yet, but she was getting there.

Secondhand smoke was way worse for the lungs than firsthand smoke and, while Carmen wasn't exactly concerned with the state of her bodily organs, she was fully prepared to use that as an argument for needing a cigarette. Not that anyone ever needed to suck umpteen toxins down their throats, but that was neither here nor there and she was still as unconcerned with her health as she had been when she'd first smelt that lovely stench.

"Why am I here?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow that was far lighter and dimmer than the brightness of her hair. She rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands, leaning forward until she was sort of level with his torso, looking up at him from...his torso. Personal space bubbles were something that did not concern Carmen in the slightest when it came to things like that.

"Because I want a cigarette." She smiled at him, the gesture more sickly sweet than anything else, but it wasn't like she was trying to be affectionate. Just convincing.

[Alexander Valen Black]

Alex looked at her again, she was alluring he’d give her that… But the way she was seemingly begging for a cigarette was not something that impressed him in the least. But he would spare her a cigarette, if just to get her off his case. “What are you willing to give for it” He said in a serious tone of voice, wondering how far she would go to obtain this little death stick.

“What’s your name” He said before witnessing the parting of the two people on the field. He took another whiff of his cigarette and gazed at her, her sultry sweet words even affecting him a little bit, a fact he was none too happy about. He crossed his arms in front of him, leaving his cigarette in his mouth and waiting for an answer. A certain class had just finished and the hall was filled with the pitter patter of feet from the students.

You could hear voices and the simple thing that annoyed him was that this was indeed no fun at the slightest.. He had been so relaxed before, yet she had to barge in and ruin his peace… And all that for a simple cigarette, which was seemingly all she cared about, not having even introduced herself yet.

[Carmen Liddell]

At his question, she tilted her chin down, looking up at him in an almost challenging way through her lashes, eyebrows raised. So he wanted to play that game, did he? Well, it wasn't like she wasn't up to any verbal hockey he wanted to play--she was a pro at that sport.

"Depends on what you're asking for," she said, lowering her eyelids ever so slightly. She, of course, would not do any such thing for a mere cigarette, but that did not make the game any less interesting [or fun] and she was a flirt by nature, so she didn't see the problem with a little bit of banter.

"I don't see you throwing your name about," she pointed out, not leaning back. After all, the best way to unnerve someone was to disturb their personal space.

At the sound of classes getting out, though, she raised her head from her hands and peered out. Hum. Crowds weren't exactly her strong point and she didn't particularly relish the idea of getting into trouble. She may have been a "rebel," but she wasn't stupid.

"It's Carmen," she finally said, turning back toward him. "What's say we get out of here?" She smirked, jerking her head toward the window.

[Alexander Valen Black]

He couldn’t help but smirk a little as he stood up straight, nearly standing against her, licking his lips for a moment he took a cigarette from his pocket and softly brushed the end of it to her lips, pressing it in between them. He enjoyed the moment a little, interesting enough. He would have touched her but he decided against it and leaned back, lighting the cigarette for her. “You are the one whom wanted something from me, it’s only natural you give something in return.”

He enjoyed the game but was not in the mood to play it now, mere wishing to see her reaction at his question. His eyes gazed to the door for a moment. “Unless you want to waste your cigarette, I suggest we stay here for a while longer.” He licked his lips and took out another cigarette for himself. Lighting it with the tip of her cigarette, just to play a little game of body language. He moved over to the window, passed her and leant on the windowsill. He looked outside again, students flooding out during break time.

“I doubt anyone will come in to this class room, and if they do, what’s gonna happen. I don’t really care.” He said with a somewhat uncaring tone of voice, looking back at her and at least giving her some attention. Interesting, I didn’t figure someone would so easily approach me, though she isn’t what I would call a regular girl He put his fists together and cracked his knuckles.

“Good day to get in to trouble right?”

[Carmen Liddell]

Carmen very willingly accepted the cigarette, bringing her fingers up to steady it as he lit it and smirking around it. After the first drag, she blew smoke out in a small cloud, pleased that she had won that round. It wasn't every day that she got her cigarettes lit for her, after all.

Instead of verbally acknowledging his advice about staying there, she simply did not stand up. Crossing her legs at the ankles, she kicked her heels against the bottom of the desk as she slowly enjoyed her cigarette.

"You never told me your name," she finally said, watching him walk. It was quite pleasant to watch him walk, that had to be said. Not that she was making any rash decisions in her mind or anything, but if she had to be trapped in a classroom with someone, at least this someone had a nice bum.

At his mention of trouble, she glanced at the door again. No, today was not a good day to get in trouble. If you got caught, it sort of ruined the whole thrill of things. Besides, if she got caught, they'd likely tell her father, which wasn't making her in any mood to blatantly break rules.

"If you fancy a lecture, then I suppose it is," she said, shrugging.

[Alexander Valen Black]

Alex grinned to himself, not showing her his expression. “Trouble doesn’t necessarily mean we would get caught. Fancy different kinds of troubles and the one I enjoy we are already involved in.” Alex wasn’t one for simple fun, he enjoyed the elaborate form. Should someone get in and they wished not to get caught, the only way they would was through the window. “Are you afraid of heights?” He said with an inquisitive tone of voice, Looking back at her.

“My name Is Alex, and when you are done staring at my ass, perhaps you’d like to use your brain for something less carnal. Someone is going to come here, to prepare for the next class… The chances are substantial.” He said with a slight laugh, taking a whiff from his cigarette and flipping it at the door. He then turned to the window and opened it, looking outside they were quite a ways up and the ledge to walk on was quite narrow. “You know when you look danger in the eyes… Danger looks right back at you.” He said as he went out the window, rather fearless and after he had disappeared, a couple of seconds later his face popped in to view. “You coming, or are you all talk?” He said with a challenging wink.

Alex wasn’t just a bully, he didn’t care about much but the day to day excitement he brought upon himself, and this certainly was one of those days. Who would have expected that he’d be smoking in class and get held back so long by a rather brash but beautiful girl to actually have to use the window as an escape route. Exhilarating, that was for sure.

[Carmen Liddell]

It wasn't really that she was opposed to using the window as much as it was that she was simply prudently wary about it. She was, after all, in boots and a skirt and those factors and climbing in precarious areas did not really mix all too well. Nevertheless, Carmen was not, in fact, afraid of heights and was quite willing to hop off the desk and toward the window. And ignore the ass comment, of course.

Wedging the cigarette firmly between her lips, she clacked her way over to the window and waited for him to resurface. If he fell and died, it was fully not her problem and she did not want to be the next victim of the window's evil rage.

"Do you always talk like a prat, Alex?" she asked, smirking, as she pulled herself through the frame. Being tinier than him [considerably], it was probably much easier for her than it had been for him. With the proper amount of female vanity and concern, she made sure that she as well as her skirt got out of the window in one piece before turning to Alex, still smirking, to finish her statement.

"Or am I just special?"

[Alexander Valen Black]

On the ledge it was amazing that no one yet had looked up to see the two of them, he had moved over nearly to the next window. However he was staying close to her, in case she should slip he could catch her. He didn’t know whether it was part of him being nice, or because he just liked her. “Be careful now, it can be slippery.” He chuckled slightly and bent down to open the window, finding that it was closed. “Well, I guess we need to move over to the next window, imagine if all of them are closed and we need to move back.” He didn’t seem bothered by the danger at all, perhaps he was a little crazy or perhaps he enjoyed the thrill. He cracked his neck and kept close to her.

The sky was starting to cloud, signifying that it was going to rain soon, if not storm. If that happened they would be in deep shit, the smooth ledges would become very slippery and even he could not help but feel a little bit nervous about this. “Hey, watch your step alright?” This was the first thing he said that came even close to a genuine tone of voice, looking to the sky once more he wanted to move faster. He however kept his pace close to hers, hoping that she would of course be fine, apart from being involved in someone else their death, he was also not willing to let someone that actually interested him, plunge to their death.

He looked forward to see how far it was to the next window, already seeing that it was opened very slightly, proving that it was not closed. “Next window is a winner”

[Carmen Liddell]

"Less moving your mouth and more moving your legs," she said snappishly, still managing to smirk at him despite the fact that the possibility of an oncoming storm was making her a bit antsy. She scooted after him, trying to move quickly whilst, at the same time, being safe and sound on the very, very tiny ledge. Boots, especially the stiletto ones she was wearing, did not have very good traction on the best of surfaces, and on this surface, well...suffice it to say that Carmen really wanted to get off this ledge.

But she wasn't going to let all of those things bother her. She hadn't been afraid of heights five minutes ago and she wasn't about to fear them now, dammit.

"Ace," she said at his proclamation of the next window. "Now all we have to do is hope that no one's in there." She figured it was a fairly futile hope--there were bound to be people in almost any classroom they tried. But oh well, she supposed the adventure was good.

Except, not so much when her boot slipped. "Bugger!" she hissed, stamping her foot down on the ledge to keep it from doing any other such unhelpful things as shift in the wrong direction. Really, climbing in this outfit sort of sucked.

[Alexander Valen Black]

“Yeah yeah” He said as he moved on, keeping an eye on her and slipping in to the window. He slipped inside the classroom and turned around, however this classroom could now have been a worse classroom, it was absolutely filled with people and obviously a teacher was also present, which was interesting enough. He didn’t pay attention to them but instead he looked towards Carmen, whom at the last moment slipped. His reaction was simple, his hand shot to her and quickly pulled her inside, if not a little forcefully. “Well that was interesting.”

He finally took the time to look around, and the teacher was at a loss for words, two students had just come in to the classroom through the window, and not the nicest two students either. Alex gave a slight waving gesture and pulled Carmen to the door, moving out before the teacher could even speak a word. “Come on, you don’t want to get lectured then let’s go. He had her by the hand and quickly found the janitors closet, which could be locked from the inside… A perfect place to lay low, one he had used often enough in likewise situations at other schools.

“Hope you don’t mind being stuck in a small room with me for a while” He said with a taunting tone of voice. He licked his lips and once inside he locked the door, taking out a cigarette and sitting on one of the upside down buckets lighting it. “See, it’s a good day for trouble” He said with a wink, taking a deep whiff of his cigarette to relax.

[Carmen Liddell]

Carmen was far more alarmed at being yanked through a window than she had been at the slight slip of her boot and she was even more alarmed that the classroom had been full of people. She ignored any comments Alex was making, since the fact that they had just come in through the bathroom classroom window was a fairly alarming one and deserved most of her attention.

Had she had her way, she would have checked to see whether or not there had been a class in progress when she decided to barge in, but she had not and was, instead, forced inside. Luckily, she'd had the presence of mind to toss her cigarette out before she'd been pulled, so at least that bit of rulebreaking wasn't a factor.

As she followed Alex, she gave the dumbstruck teacher a rather apologetic grin, as if to point the blame solely on Alex [who had, in fact, suggested entering another window, so, really, was at fault]. And then they were out of the classroom, down the hall, and...into a broom closet. Oh, her life was just so cool.

"Oh, of course not," she said airily, following him inside and plopping down on the floor. Her skirt came to her ankles, so there was no need for any insane ladylike crossing of the legs and besides, she was certain that, if he felt the desire to look under her skirt, the trivialities of common courtesy weren't going to bother him.

"So, do you often drag your mates through windows and then lock yourself in broom closets with them?" she asked, blowing some hair out of her face.

[Alexander Valen Black]

Of course his eyes would be monetarily drawn to her form even pondering about what's in between her legs, but he quickly moved his gaze up. And inhaled deep from his cigarette, giving a slight smirk. “I hadn’t quite nearly thought that far ahead, seeing as you decided to call yourself my mate.” Perhaps he took the comment wrong, but either way he figured it would be more fun to interpret it in that manner. He gave a relaxed sigh and stretched his legs. “So, what colour underwear do you wear, something exciting?” He said rather matter of factly. His demeanor having loosened up quite a bit after they first met. He then offered her his cigarette, it had only been sucked on once so was nearly a full cigarette. But the idea of him having had it before her was an interesting notion to take in to mind.

He looked around the janitors closet and saw all kinds of liquids, cleaning materials and tools. “Ya know, this place has all the materials needed to make a bomb.” He said in a rather absent minded manner, obviously the comment was not really thought through and would, more than likely to anyone whom cared, seem like a rather disturbing persona.

He looked lazilly to the door, which was obviously locked, he tapped his chin for a moment and gave her another look. Why did she have to cross paths with him. He had to admit, she was attractive, her demeanor was even... Appealing. But stubborn as he was, he did not quite feel the need to admit it.

She is more attractive then I first had figured, though perhaps it’s the thrill of the moment and the fact that she is so blatantly showing herself to me. He thought to himself before speaking. “You thirsty?” He had uncovered what seemed to be a small electric coolbox, guess the janitor of this place was ready in case he wanted to relax.

[Carmen Liddell]

Carmen didn't care one way or another about where the cigarette she got came from, just so long as she got one. She had, after all, just walked across a wall with this guy--the least she could do was not descriminate against his saliva. She took the cigarette and popped it between her lips, instantly getting it covered in a nice, thin coating of red lipgloss, which would probably deter him from taking it back, in the event that he had been intending to.

"Ooooh, playing coy now?" she asked, smirking at him and blowing smoke in his general direction. "I'm not telling you unless you tell me something I care about." Of course, she gave no hint as to what that sort of thing might be, but she wasn't really one for hint-giving. Besides, as mentioned, she had just walked across a wall. She wasn't exactly interested in making his life easier.

At his bomb comment, she lifted an eyebrow, her smirk growing. Great, so she was stuck with a psychopath. This just made her day so much more interesting.

"Well, yes, I'd love a drink from a guy proposing we make a bomb," she said sarcastically, smirking....still. "That sounds like a safe decision." Also, drinking out of a janitor's cooler sort of made her a little bit nervous. Who knew what went on in these closets?

[Alexander Valen Black]

“Well, that depends on what you want.” He didn’t say much else apart from that, the small closet quickly filling with the hazed view of smoke as it had little room to go elsewhere. It didn’t seem to bother Alex much however, seeing as he was quite the chain smoker and enjoyed the smell even if left the room somewhat lacking in oxygen. “So Carmen, you could have easily stayed in the classroom and blamed it on me, you knew my name. What made you follow?” He said with a inquisitive tone of voice. Not letting her leave his gaze.

The bomb comment came more from the fact that he had made small homemade bombs to blow up toilets in past schools, which often ended in getting dispelled when he was discovered. It often took quite a few blown up toilets to uncover the devious criminal behind it. Alex smirked to himself in thought, especially when to every new school he came to… With his permanent record he was always the first one to be interrogated about trouble in the school. No one trusted him much and his own family pretty much despised him. Which made him wonder what was up with this girl, she didn’t seem like the average high schooler, or at least from the girls he had witnessed in the past.

“Don’t worry about the drinks, janitors are pretty cleanly in their closets. It’s their only space they can call theirs after all.”

[Carmen Liddell]

"I don't know, I could ask you a question and your answer could be toootally boring," she pointed out, waving the cigarette at him. "So tell me something you think is interesting about yourself. Something that does not involve your sex life or lack thereof because, while I'm sure you find this shocking, I am not actually interested in it." She winked at him, sticking the cigarette back into her mouth.

Carmen, when she got around to it, tended to be a little bit of a chatterbox. Maybe not in that little-annoying-school girl way that some girls had about them and maybe a little bit witty, but no one could deny that Carmen, if it all came down to it, could carry on a perfectly good conversation with a rock.

"Well," she said, rolling her eyes. "I couldn't very well just say that you pulled me out a window and forced me to climb across a building. That's not very good form. And also, it's not really very believable." She smirked. "Besides, 'Alex' isn't much to go by. If I wanted to turn you in, I'd need to know your last name."

But Carmen, despite the fact that she was a bit more cautious than Alex, had never been a snitch.

"And it's not what janitors do in their closets that I'm worried about."

[Alexander Valen Black]

He gave a little annoyed sigh, she was circling around the point like a fly around a lam at night time. “I don’t really care to tell you anything of interest about me.” His attitude changed to a somewhat less hospitable one not all that interested in where this conversation was going, Nor the arrogance she showed whilst participating in it. He took another deep inhalation of his cigarette followed by a sip from his drink. His thoughts trailed off from the conversation.

One moment something is interesting, then they say something absolutely useless He just kicked back and relaxed, truly Alex didn’t have a care in the world, or rather he didn’t care about anything in the world. He licked his lips and took another sip frm his drink, his eyes gazing around the janitors closet.

“Who cares what other people do in a place like this, know not, care not.” He said with a disinterested tone of voice whilst looking at her. “Ever feel that something is interesting until someone does or says something that just ruins it?”

[Carmen Liddell]

"Well," she said, leaning back into an unidentified box. "Then I will neeever reveal the color of my knickers." Her smirk stayed planted firmly on her face as she was fully aware that he was getting annoyed [or bored] with her. But that really didn't matter--he was the one who trapped them together in the broom closet.

She took one last drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out on the ground. It was starting to get a little smokey in here and she wasn't really up for losing sight of him--he was, after all, just as good looking as he had been walking toward the window, if a bit pissier.

"Yep," she agreed with a solemn nod. "Like, I thought you were cute. And then you made me climb out a window in these." She thrust her booted feet forward, smirking in a way that she hoped let him know she didn't mind nearly as much as she made it sound. Although she did mind a teensy bit. Being dragged out a window was no small thing and being dragged back in was downright alarming.

[Alexander Valen Black]

“That’s alright, I’ll never reveal anything about me.” He said rather absent mindedly. Going silent for a moment as he listened. “The hallways seem to be peaceful now, you can leave if you want to, I think I’ll stay.” He said, obviously having something in mind on what to do, one of his hands moving in to his pocket as he looked at her, wondering what her decision would be. Alex was quite the hoodlum at times and knew well that this janitors closet was well enclosed, including when it came to smell. He took a small bag from his pocket which seemed to have something green inside of it. A plant mayhaps.

From an inner pocket of his jacket he took out some long rolling paper and a small rectangle piece of white thicker paper. He rolled the thicker paper in to a circle of sorts and put it in to the rolling paper. At this time it was obvious that he was going to smoke pot, and was rolling a joint. “A lot of people in America are too narrow minded, feeling that alcohol is better than pot… In England here it’s still illegal but a lot easier to obtain.”

He looked up to her for a moment before taking out a cigarette and using the tobacco inside of it, putting it on the long rolling paper. It wasn’t a whole lot but the rest he filled up with small pieces of the green weed plant, spreading it and mixing it. He smoothly rolled it up and licked the paper to close it, taking out a lighter to burn the end on to the thick paper, so it would be smooth. And the front he rolled tightly to close the thing, shaking it a couple of times to make it sturdier.

“Make your choice.”

[Carmen Liddell]

She watched him roll the joint, trying to remain neutrally smirked instead of showing any of the slight trepidation she felt. It wasn't that she was opposed to weed, not entirely, but she didn't like to smoke it spontaneously. Drugs weren't really her thing, though she had obviously done them before. She was, however, far more into liquor and cigarettes than anything harder, so the pot he was whipping out got her a little wary.

She wouldn't ever admit it, but she could count the times she'd smoked on one hand.

"Oooh, that's a nice little bit of contraband you got there," she said, jerking her head toward it and watching him as interestedly as she could. It was a tough decision, whether or not she wanted to remain in the only company she knew and watch him get a lot less like a hormonal girl and a lot more like a stupid boy as he smoked or if she just wanted to skedaddle as quickly as possible.

In the end, the watching-him-become-less-pissy won out and she made herself more comfortable against the box on which she had taken up residence.

"I'll stay," she said nonchalantly, still smirking.

[Alexander Valen Black]

He wondered what her drive was to be here, once again finding himself amused by her… Though he was unable to pinpoint the true reasoning behind this interest, he gave a slight smile and lighted the joint. He gave a slight grin as he inhaled the first shot. The strong smell quickly spread through the room, his pupils became smaller but he didn’t truly change that much yet. Though it was obvious he had most probably smoked quite a few times before, thus having built resistance against the reasonably harmless drug. A smile slowly moved across his face.

“So, why did you get sent to this school? Been a bad girl… Could your parents not stand you?” He said with a slight sarcastic tone of voice, though he didn’t seem to mean it all that bad. Perhaps just some frustration he had lodged inside of him.

He looked to the side and took another deep inhalation of the mind altering smoke, blowing out a huge plume. He looked her over, drugs always got him in to different moods… Mostly he merely relaxed but it was not unheard of with a cute girl like her so close by that more could ensue from this endeavor.

He grinned slightly and offered her a seat next to him, as well as offering her the joint. “Relax, take a hit and let’s chill out.” He said with a more pleasant tone of voice, looking towards her and waiting for her to take up his invitation.

[Carmen Liddell]

She watched him take the first hit, trying not to show how [mildly] apprehensive she was. It wasn't like she didn't know what weed did, after all, she just wasn't so sure how she felt about this whole drugs-in-a-closet thing. But oh well, it was a little to late now.

At his invitation, she slowly stood up and sauntered [as best she could in the two foot walk] over to the crate next to his bucket and sat down gingerly, settling her skirt around her.

"Nah," she said, reaching for the joint as he offered it. "Dad was really sad to see me go, but it was time for a change. How about you? Are you the problem child?" She smirked as she pressed the joint between her lips, taking a very small hit and breathing out quickly before passing it back.

It wasn't so bad, she supposed, getting high in a broom closet. She'd been drunk in much sketchier places, so this was sort of like a picnic. Which was...well, okay, getting high in a broom closet was a little sketchy, but still. She was wearing stilettos, she could defend herself if necessary.

[Alexander Valen Black]

Alex was fairly relaxed, and not touchy at all. He puffed a bit of smoke and listened to her talking, seemed like she was spoiled. But he didn’t really care about that. Smoking in company was always something he enjoyed far more than smoking alone, he took sip of his drink before reacting to her question.

“I am the black sheep of the family, the one that everyone is ashamed off, suffice to say I’ve lost count of how many schools I’ve been too. I have a tendency to get kicked off.” The thing drugs did to him was make him easier to be around, because let’s face it… He wasn’t the nicest of company. But drugs changed that, though that was also the reason he did not often wish to share in company during such weak moments.

“My parents are workaholics, my sister a straight A student and the rest of my family… Well that’s as much as I know about them, I don’t really care either.” He smiled slightly and patted her on the shoulder softly. “But every family has it’s black sleep, at least I do my best to live up to my reputation.

[Carmen Liddell]

She smiled a bit, listening to him. While she liked talking, she liked listening as well, and the single hit from the joint mixed with all the smoke floating about had given her a pleasant sort of buzz that she was in no hurry to move along.

"It's just me and dad back home," she said, leaning back into the wall and tilting her head against it. "No mum, no siblings. I've got grandparents, but they're, you know, grandparents." She shrugged. "Your basic two-person family."

At that thought, she gave a little chuckle. As if she could really, honestly, call anything involving herself "basic." But still. She sort of missed home, despite her adapting to this new place and school.

"I don't think we have enough people to have a black sheep," she said with another chuckle. "Unless you count me, but dad doesn't know about that, so shhhhh." She gave an uncharacteristic giggle, probably brought on more by the high than the attitude of what she was saying, and slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle it.

[Alexander Valen Black]

Alex looked at her with half a smile that seemed more genuine than his previous actions had been. “Well, I’m related to them but they are no family.” His mood changed a little with that comment, an expression of disappointment that only stayed momentarily. It did not fade completely but was neigh unnoticeable if not for his silence. He sighed softly and looked to the door, taking a deep whiff of his joint. “So, why are you staying here with me. Do you find me that interesting?”

He spoke with a slight genuine interest, seeming to become somewhat of a different person on drugs. He in his mind had to admit that being a man had it’s obvious callings and he enjoyed to look at her. His eyes quite often finding themselves lured to the contours of her body, finding himself wondering about her, though that was not what he focused on.

“Well it’s good to hear in any case that despite the absence of a mother, you have a good relation with your father. It’s better to have one good parent than to have two that are never there.” He did not speak with any sign of self pity, merely admitting it in a factual statement. His eyes were drawn to the join, looking at the soft smoldering stick.

[Carmen Liddell]

"Why?" she asked, leaning back and inhaling a few fumes from his smoking. Really, in this closet, there was no need for her to actually hit the joint herself and that suited her just fine. "Because I was bored." She smirked, inching absently closer to him as the smoke swirled about and made it a little more difficult to see. After all, she didn't want to be rude and not look at him while he spoke.

"Why do you want me here?" she countered lightly, still smirking. It didn't really matter whether or not he had expressed any want [and, in fact, it had seemed like more an obligatory question when he'd asked rather than a desire], Carmen mostly felt the need to retort in some manner. Besides, his brains were drug-addled. Who knew what he would be thinking at the time?

At the mention of family, she smiled and nodded slowly, the action causing a little pot-induced giggle to escape her lips.

"Yeah, we never really needed a mum," she said. "I've got grandma and granddad, though, they're right nice. Any bit of loving family's better than an unloving one, no matter how big."