Get Away Darlin', 'Cause Everything You Heard is True (Tyri)

[Evan]

Evan rolled his shoulder slightly, wincing as he felt a mild bit of pain. He was grateful that there was a class to train his powers in, but boy, did he get showed up by some of the older students. It was, in all honesty, a bit of a blow to his ego. Sure, he knew he would be the best around, but it still annoyed him to know that he was nowhere near the top, like he had once been. Sure, those wails and screams still haunted his dreams, but he had been considered one of the strongest in the group. To be knocked down a peg in front of pretty much the entire class was humiliating and embarrassing to say the least, though he managed to hold it together until after class, when he took his anger out on a punching bag instead of a person. That might have been how he screwed up his shoulder, seeing as he had not practiced his martial arts in a while. He tried not to focus on the pain and decided to turn his attention outward, to all of the young women around him. Some of them paid him no attention, and others looked at him with a startled look on their face, as if they had never seen a young man before. He grinned a little and winked at them, trying not to laugh when they blushed. The orange-haired young man had always been rather popular with his peers, mainly because of his laid back attitude and sense of humor. Of course, his good looks also helped a little, but, he was not about to brag. At least, not yet, anyway.

Evan decided to approach the group of girls with a confident grin and started chatting them up. He felt rather at ease once he was with them, even when he found out some of them had boyfriends. He had always found it easier to be around people than to be alone. When he was, his mind went to weird places, so he preferred interaction, that way he did not delve into the stranger parts of his psyche. “Hey ladies,” he said, flashing them all a charming smile, “How’s it hanging?” He attempted to wrap his arm around one of them casually, but she batted his arm away and he obliged her. After all, it would be rude to continue to invade a lady’s personal space without her permission. They chatted for several minutes about casual things, like the weather, how annoying school work was despite the fact they had so little of it, and how strange the school building looked. One of the girls in the group was newer to the school, and she thought that Evan might know why the school looked like a castle. Unfortunately, Evan knew about as much as the poor girl, so he merely scratched the back of his head and replied, “I’m sorry, Shelia, but I don’t know much about this place myself. I was just kinda put here, ya know?”

After a few minutes, the girls excused themselves from Evan’s presence. He smirked a little bit to himself; he had seen one of the girls eyeing him and made a mental note to himself to get her number later. He put his hands in his pockets and continued to walk down the hallway, noticing it was mostly women that he passed by. Of course, he was not really going to complain; he was into women, after all. Still, he had not realized how large of a percentage of the student body was female. Something in the back of his brain nagged him, as if to say something was not right, but he ignored it. He continued walking casually, only stopping when he brushed shoulders with a pretty, auburn-haired girl. He stopped for a moment to look at her with curious, ruby eyes before a flirtatious smirk took over his lips. “Woops, sorry about that. Seems that I’ve stumbled into an angel. What’s your name, beautiful?” He knew he was laying it on a little thick, but that was the idea. He was not honestly sure if it would work, but it would at least start a conversation. Even if she was not interested, it would still be nice to talk to someone, and maybe even answer his question about why there were so many girls at the school.

[Tyri Lockehart]

Unlike Evan, Tyri had been doing quite well in her power classes. Granted, she could only really train one of her three powers to hone it, the other two being of the passive variety. Her hibernation was only put into play when she was injured to the point where she could very well die, and though she was the competitive sort and strived to be the best at everything she did, she really didn’t feel like getting fatally wounded any time soon. So she had just focused on her wind, seeing as she thought her danger sense was honed enough and she didn’t think there was a real way to train for that power, either. That aside, she thought she was getting better at controlling the air at higher velocities now than when she had first gotten to the island months before.

She had just returned from a training session as well as she walked into the girls' dorms, planning on changing out of her "workout" clothes, and into something more comfortable for the  rest of the day. She passed by the group of girls clustered around the orange haired boy without much of a sideways glance, though she did find it somewhat odd he was in there in the first place. It wasn't unheard of for male friends and boyfriends to visit during the day, some even at night, but she always found it a little bit odd when they were there seeing as they stuck out like sore thumbs. The carrot top was no different, what with his almost neon hair and all.

She was walking through the halls of the building, on her way to her room when he separated from the gaggle of girls he was speaking with, only to bump into her. She shot him a glare, her mouth set in slight frown as she looked at him. What was it with this school? She noted his odd red eyes and his smirk, her scowl only deepening as he began to speak. Angel? Beautiful? What was he trying to do, drown her with idiotic compliments and rather poor attempts at flirting? She made a hmphing sound, resisting the urge to just sucker punch him and be on her way. She had little patience for morons, but she had even less patience for being put into detention or whatever it was that they did here for punishment. "What do you want?" She asked simply, not responding to his question in the slightest.

[Evan]

Evan had not really been paying attention to where he was walking (as usual), so bumping into Tyri was an honest accident. He did consider it a lucky one, though, because she was a rather good-looking girl, though he was not really sure how she would react to him. He tried to flatter her a little, but all he received in return was a sour look. Of course, he was not going to let that stop him. “Hey, c’mon, turn that frown upside down,” he said, grinning a little as if to illustrate what he meant. He had dealt with difficult young women before, but usually getting them to smile was the first step to a decent conversation. Well, it was either that or getting punched in the face, but he could take a hit. The silence between them allowed him to get a better look at her, and he was almost sure he had seen her face before, but he had no idea what her name was or where he had seen her before. He figured it might have been in the hallway, but even then, he could not remember every single face he had seen. If he had, that would not leave a lot of room for whatever else he needed to remember.

The orange-haired young man ran a hand through his hair, smirking slightly at the young woman. He could tell this was going to be a bit of a struggle, but he would not play the game if he did not like the thrill of it. “I just wanted to apologize,” he replied with a shrug, placing his hands in his pockets, “Walking into someone, especially a pretty little lady like yourself, without apologizing is rude.” His eyes glanced over her again, noticing that she was wearing workout clothes. His brow furrowed slightly; he did not remember seeing her in his powers class. Maybe she was in the one afterward? Regardless, he was kind of curious as to what power she had hidden behind that gruff and tough exterior. Of course, he would never ask her to fight in the halls; that would put other people in danger, and that was not right, no matter what way one looked at it. He shifted his hands out of his pockets and threaded them together, placing his now clasped hands behind his head. “Ya’ know, you never told me your name,” he added, glancing at her with curious, ruby eyes. After a second or two, he decided it might be a good idea to introduce himself, “I’m Evan,”. He unclasped his hands and offered one to her in greeting. He figured maybe he should lay off the compliments and just interact with her normally.

[Tyri Lockehart]

Turn that fro-....really? Did he, in all seriousness, use that line on her? What was she, trapped in a children’s cartoon? She kept her look up, as on par with Warheads sour candy as it was, as she just looked at him in silence. He seemed to be firing on all -most- cylinders, and seemed to be somewhat capable in the thinking department, so she hoped he was using that line ironically or something. Then again, he could be completely serious with that. This school did happen to be populated by...odd people...after all. He would be no different. He looked vaguely familiar as well to her, and she thought that she had probably just seen him in the halls or out walking or something. After a few weeks at a school everyone looks vaguely familiar, didn't they?

At least he had manners though, so that was something she supposed. She didn't comment however on him calling her a pretty lady or his statement about apologizing after running into someone. It was just common courtesy to say you were sorry after bumping into someone. She thought so at least. Common courtesy wasn't exactly something she was raised into or with, really. He informed her that she hadn't told him her name, a fact of which she was perfectly aware of, thank you very much, and gave his. She looked at him with an unimpressed expression, her gaze dipping to look at his hand before going back up to his face. "Tyri." She said simply, not offering her last name to him either. Why should she? It wasn't like he needed to know. She didn't care to know his last name, so she wouldn't ask. If he asked, then was liable for not answering, because she probably wouldn't.

She couldn't stop the little sigh that left her lips as the interaction dragged along. All she wanted right was a change of clothes, perhaps a shower. A shower would be nice...

[Evan]

Evan may have been a guy that a lot of people knew and liked, but that did not stop him from being a bit of a dork. There were only rare times that he hinted at the truly playful personality underneath the smooth-talking and laid back persona he put up for everyone to see, and this, unfortunately for the poor girl, was one of those times. The sour look on her face told him that she was not particularly fond of his humor and he let out an impatient huff. He was really trying to be nice to this girl, not really because he wanted a shot in her pants, but mainly because he was just trying to be a nice guy. Clearly, his attempts to brighten up her sour mood were not quite working and he was starting to get a bit annoyed. “Listen, Miss, I’m just tryin’ to be nice and make some conversation. You don’t have to be so rude.” After a certain amount of time, the orange-haired teen often became impatient and just said what he thought, regardless of what other people said or did. It was not his brightest idea to accuse the girl of being rude, but of course, he did not really know who she was or what she was capable of. If he did, he probably would not have said anything, but, the situation was the way it was, and there was no way he could take back what he said, even if he had realized how unwise it was to say.

Evan noticed that the girl did not respond to much of anything he had said. His eye twitched slightly; he was not self-centered or anything, but an acknowledgement of his words, whether it was a nod or a dismissive ‘Mhm...’ would have been appreciated. He did not really care if she was listening, as long as she could just pretend she was, it would make him a little appreciative. He was not really one for disliking other people, but this girl was getting on his nerves more than he had expected her to. He was not sure if it was the stubbornness, or the way she seemed to write him off without really speaking with him first. Whatever it was, it only added to his irritation. After all, he was only trying to be nice, and she was being… rather unfriendly, to put it nicely. She had even seemed to spurn his handshake, which made him grunt in frustration. “You know, Tyri, when someone offers you their hand, you typically shake it,” he commented, allowing the appendage to drop back down to his side. He then slid his hands back in his pockets and rocked back onto his heels. Clearly, this girl had learned nothing about proper decorum, and he was not going to bother trying to teach her, because even he failed at a lot of things that involved proper etiquette. “So, have you been here long?” he asked casually, trying to keep the conversation going. Sure, it would probably get him nowhere in the end, but at least he could say he tried.

[Tyri Lockehart]

Tyri Lockehart was not a particularly mean or vindictive person. Or at least, that was what she told herself. She had grown up fighting for whatever inch she had gotten; she had died on her feet no less. But that didn’t mean that she was some nasty evil person in her average daily life. She didn’t hate without reason and she tried not to fight without justification. So far that had meant her time at the Academy was a very dreary existence in some’s eyes, but she didn’t really care how her life looked to other people. She had just started to recover from her bout with amnesia, gaining back her closest friend in the process. She didn’t need to add in violence to that equation; it was already giving her a headache without it.

The brunette didn’t bat an eyelash at being accused by the boy, didn’t even raise an eyebrow seeing as it wasn’t exactly the worst thing that had been said about her. “Has it ever occurred to you that some people do not conversation? Especially when those people have just gotten back from training and just want to relax?” Her tone was deadpan as usual, but it wasn’t outright mean spirited either. That being said, there was a bite to her words that said for however snappish she seemed now, it could be much worse. When he dropped his hand she gave a nod as if pleased that he had followed some kind of silent, implied command from her. "Why shake something when I don't know where it's been?" Okay, it wasn't actually a joke, but it could be counted as one at least. The small, wry twist of her lips confirmed that it had at least been an attempt at humor from the girl.

She supposed she should try to get a handle on this whole...friendship thing. She had been on the island for more than a couple months now and her only real friend was the one that she had known for years before getting sent here so Erebus didn't exactly count. Even if the boy, Evan, was a bit...airheaded? He was still better than nothing. At least he seemed to be putting up with her being standoffish.  "I've been here for a few months. You?" Yes, she had decided to contribute to the conversation rather than just rolling her eyes and retreating into her dorm. This would certainly be interesting.