School Grounds

@Jessica Alexander Folding her arms while lazying around on the couch , she looked up at the other before nodding. "Ok good!" She looked over to the list of names , mentally noting to add the others name down later and nodded. "Thats good, but really avoid it , it is happy to claw about." She gently pokes the others hair after it was all bundled up , screwing up her own nose and headed to the kitchen. "We have all sorts, alcohol, sodas, juice, water. Food as well which we just steal from the cafeteria, but the good stuff you know. So what will it be, also feel free to smoke too , the dungeon is pretty chilled about it, do whatever you want." She pondered before making the other some instant noodles and pulls out a can of cola before returning. "A story huh, well lets see, there was a time where I took down the biggest , heaviest guy in the school." She rubbed her imaginary beard. "We fought with staffs that day, they called it the 6ft poles , obviously smacking a guy like him got me know where, so I manged to grab and twist his nuts , is that enough being said, I admit that I am big fighter but not for the bad sense of bullying." Sits up and crosses my legs. "Those that get bullied, I would rather beat up the bullies, sure it will probably make me one, but truthfully I hate seeing people getting hurt , so I do it merely for just protection you know? Protect those who cannot protect themselves." She went silent and folded my arms at the back of my head.

@Kim Sheon It was abundantly clear just how different their interests and ideas of what piqued them were. Still, Jess offered a smile and her undivided attention through the verbal tour of the secret hideout. It wasn't much evidence, for anyone could have a secret gym, but she found the other's eagerness to share endearing, nonetheless. "Got it," she nodded, mentally noting to throw out the name Sheon if ever she found herself in trouble down here. It was almost refreshing to have someone so close to Romie—yes, she definitely recognized the younger's face now—being so willing to help her. Jess snorted lightly at mention of the cat, nodding firmly. "Steer clear of the cat. Gotcha," she replied absently, finding comfort on the opposite arm of the couch and allowing one leg to dangle freely. "Got anything to drink?" she asked after a beat of natural silence, raising her arms to sweep her hair up into a bundle. If she was invited to get comfortable, comfortable she would be. She smiled, securing it with the hair tie on her wrist. "I'm not picky, you can surprise me. And tell me a story, I'm sure you've got plenty to tell since you're this big, bad top fighter~"

@Jessica Alexander "Ohh good the lights are on." She slips her glasses back on in quickness before , chuckling a little. "So what do you think , is it big enough a room and secretive enough?" She pondered before stepping over some wieghts then headed towards the cabinet. "You wanted to see, so here is the evidence upon being top fighter , I tend to come here and spar with others. My main point being is that if you need me for anything, come find me down here, we don't have security or anything but if you mention my name they will leave you alone." Smiling softly she sat down on the couch, pointing to my left. "Kitchen is in there, bathrooms just down the back, and is cleaner than the ones throughout the school. So anytime you want to relax or be anywhere else, feel free to come down." Her smile towards the other was warm, only to make a small sound of uncertainty. "Also if there is a cat around, I wouldn't. Touch it,it doesnt like anyone but its owner."

@Kim Sheon Whatever compelled Jess to go along with this was fighting a winning battle against her better judgement, and she went along even as things seemed to grow sketchier by the step. After her, but...don't move. The statement caused a furrow to set in her brow and her head to tilt everso slightly as she tried to decipher the intended meaning, sending locks of hair across a shoulder. Rather than taking large steps, she decided, she skirted one foot in front of the other to feel around for obstacles before flicking the indicated switch. Light flooded the room and she glanced around, surveying its content. "Soo, now what?" she asked, fixing her gaze on the other.

@Jessica Alexander Once again she folded her arms, tilting ner head in curiousity, maybe internally squealing at the others accent but she pulled herself together, to nod towards the others 'and I yours' words. "Oh yeah indeed, well alright, but be warned it is dark down there and I don't want you to trip over things , the others don't really clean up after themselves, but what can one expect." She started to walk down towards the gym , towards the secretive place, occasionally stopping to hear for footsteps made by others , once arrived she lifted up a poster and opened the door. "After you but do not move , as I said, if you trip over some weights or something, I am not being held responsible. Light switch is on your left." She shut the door behind her, after checking the poster was covering the door up again. "There is another exit but unless there is an emergency it is not used." She pointed at the one way in, two ways out poster, considering numbers where not her forte and the fact she could barely read so she just pointed instead.

@Kim Sheon Used to her fair share of accent compliments, Jess smiles and draws her shoulders tight in a gesture portraying appreciation of the compliment. Though, naturally, everyone else had the accent, "And I yours," she returned with a hum. Once the greeting was consummated with a shake, she tucked her hands securely in the pockets of her oversized denim jacket and continued walking—expecting to be followed without a beat. "Oh, yeah?" she asked, brows quirking in amusement once more. "I'm intrigued, let's see it. Though- I can certainly handle myself."

@Jessica Alexander She smiled upon hearing the other laugh, finally easing up in relief that she had done her job. "Well alright, but still I like your ideas and you already so I do not mind covering up for you , and your accent I am in love." Folding her arms she could feel the air around change but in a good way. "Well that shows, certainly , I haven't really gone to school apart from science and even then, but hey I was bright, but when things changed so did I ." She shook her head and waved her hand around in a dismissive manner only to emit a smirk upon hearing what was said, because frankly she was the same. "I too would do anything to not be here but eh what can we do, very well Jess considering it said and done, play hooky? Now you are talking." She gratefully shook the others hand before looking around. "Also theres a secret place, let's just say I am this schools number 1 fighter and well, if anyone hurts you , I am going to knock out their teeth." She chuckled a little before sighing too.

@Kim Sheon The completely uncouth bird is what gets her and Jessica gives a laugh that has her shoulders minutely rising and falling with the effort. "I would have been fine, don't worry about little ol' me," she insists, accent burning straight through any attempts at an American southern one. She presses her lips together, scrutinizing for any seriousness in the inquiry before shaking her head. "Definitely not new. I've been here since I was a sophomore," she said, adding a 'and I'd give anything to not be here' under her breath. Those extra years stolen from her always left a bad taste in . Nevertheless, she smiles brightly and stops walking to offer her hand to shake. "I'm Jessica, but you can call me Jess. Everybody does. And I am definitely with you on that, you could always play hooky."

@Jessica Alexander She looked at the other in curiousity , frowning a little and folds her arms. "I would rather not have you in trouble, you are too close to finishing you know." It's not like Sheon to care but truthfully when theres a cigarette to be lit she would rather stick around and breath in the smoke. "The answer was 30 seconds so kindly get lost teacher." Sheon made a face of disgust before giving the bird to the teacher once their back was turned, raising an eyebrow. " ok sure they would have given you a slap on the wrist but if they catch you with cigarettes thats another story." She manged to make a small laugh before rubbing the back of her neck. "Anywho , you are new here or I have not really seen you before , my name is Sheon, and I think we will probably be seeing alot of each other during the day." She scratched her cheek, truthfully introductions where not her fortè but it would have been rude to not at least mention her name. "Call me bad but I would rather fight or do anything instead of going to class."

@Kim Sheon The first expression that crosses Jessica's visage is one of confusion, then of amusement—the kind that has her eyes squinting and creasing into half-moons with the effort of biting back laughter as the younger girl with the fuzzy red aura goes from lightly berating to insisting on covering for her. She's much more leisurely about the situation, hopping from the cheap counter and snubbing the cigarette in the same motion. She clears , leaning against the sinks with one ankle crossed over the other to size the teacher up. The woman's gray border portraying that she couldn't care less, but Jessica decides to play along, nodding. "Yeah, we have to figure out how quickly a room fills with smoke if given just one outlet," she tacks on, shortly after tugging her lower lip between her teeth to bite back a laugh. They're scrutinized for a few moments more, before the teacher waves them off—more concerned with getting into a stall to do her business. Chiming a bright thank you, the 20-year-old slinks out with her apparent partner in crime in tow. "She would've just slapped me on the wrist, you know? Teachers, they /love/ me."

@Jessica Alexander Its not like every day Sheon would be in the wrong spot at the wrong time, but today it was. Upon hearing the direction of things falling somewhat being moved she followed it , ready to fight before fixing her glasses once again to watch what was going on. "Hey , the sound you are making is far too obvious , not that it probably matters but." She watched as the other person slipped away , panicing at the smell of the cigarettes, knowing what trouble the other could get into that she pulls out a peice of paper, lights it and pretends to smoke it , to fool any teacher that could come by. Once again looking around she heard foot steps then stuck her head in, coughing a little." Oi teacher is heading in this direction, I have you covered." She closes the window before staring at the teacher. "Well sir, it is merely just a science experiment, it is no cigarette smoke."

(open!)

Eyes locked on her target, Jess hoisted herself up onto the closed trash bin—letting out a soft grunt with the effort. As she wobbles on the unstable mount, it begs genuine curiosity why they would place windows so high, so impossible to reach even for someone slightly above average height like she. When her fingers, nails painted a deep dark green, finally twist the latch to 'unlocked,' a satisfied smile curls at her cherry-tinted lips. She nudges the window open with one last effort before straightening to regain her waning balance. "Yes-!" she exclaims under her breath before stepping down—carefully, so as not to earn an unwanted visit to the dreary town hospital, if it could even be called that. With a fresh draft of air circulating through the restroom, the senior perches herself on the empty section of the sink counter and digs around her bag for her precious box and lighter. Lighting a cigarette, she briefly laments the lack of company from her smoking buddy but shrugs it off as she raises the nicotine stick to her lips to take that first sinful drag.