What A Way To Join (Open)

[Hibiki Hiroki]

Hibiki walked slowly into the room that seemed to drain him more when he tried to tap into his powers for comfort, he cursed under his breath and took a seat blood still running down the top of his head and both hands burned. His black hair was wet from the rain, and it stuck to his face causing his ice blue eyes to seem brighter then they normally were. "Excuse me is anyone here", he was told to come here and wait but it seemed as if there was no one in the odd room, so he took the chance to take in his wounds.

A gash on his head that seemed to refuse to stop bleeding, his hands were burnt but not horribly bad though they would need to be wrapped, His chest had a long cut on it that also refused to stop bleeding and he had a few scratches on his legs that had stopped bleeding but were red and angry looking. Hibiki sighed and looked around again, maybe there was something he could do himself to limit the time he was going to be in here but looking around he knew he wouldn't know unless he searched through things.

So standing up in a little pain he started to look through the room finding some wraps and alcohol, dumping the green liquid onto the many cuts and scraps he took a deep breath enjoying the sting that fallowed. This could not be allowed but he kept going not wanting to spend any more time in this odd room. He out bandages on his hands, his head, and his chest not able to put the pool over shirt back on but throwing his button up on leaving it undone. He laughed and turned to leave but froze when he heard someone open the door and start walking into the room, he stood still his hair still dripping, blood already seeping through the bandages, and a guilty look plastered on his face.

 

[Miyuki Akiyama]

Kiya grumbled to herself as she made her way slowly towards the nurse's office, her knuckles bloodied from an earlier fight. "That'll teach me to punch a guy with rock hard skin bare-fisted again I guess..." Sure, she had won the brawl, but the kid had barely stood a chance. Sure, rocks were great and all, but when she fought using all blunt blows it kind of made rocks crumble under her strength. She smiled to herself as she fought about the combat. She loved a good brawl, especially when someone enticed her into combat by saying that her martial arts weren't worth anything.

What most students didn't realize though was that she played dirty. Growing up on the streets tended to make you less of a gentlemanly fighter. She smiled at the thought of her days on the streets. A lot of brawls happened then that helped her perfect both kick boxing and jiu-jitsu. Though she hadn't started working towards more forms of martial arts, her intuition had given her the tools to roughly learn a few. She hadn't really pushed herself to start learning them more readily till recently, so brawls were always welcome to the young, hot headed British girl.

"I guess bloody rock loses to TNT!" she proclaimed as she suddenly shoved into the nurse's office, only to pause and blink at the boy already there. She stood there a moment, simply blinking at him as she tried to decide on what to do now. She smiled after a moment, giving her usual, cocky lopsided grin. "Who'd ya get beat up by, Mate? You don't look too good."

[Hibiki Hiroki]

Hibiki watched the girl walk in and couldn't help but notice the way she smiled, it was something he was used to seeing and didn't bother him in the most. As she stood waiting for his reaction his walls went up and he flashed an amazing smile at her that was anything but friendly. His raven black hair hung over his eyes and they shown with a blue that seemed to glow with an animal like feel. The whit of his bandages were no longer all one color and a crimson red seeped softly through even though a wound in the area like his chest should have stopped about an hour ago. He finally spoke his voice deep and smoky as he pulled out a cigaret and lit it without a care. "If I could remember I would tell you but I can't so I won't", the tone was some parts dangerous and some parts sarcastic a mix learned only on the streets.

"Why are you here", he wasn't interested in her life at all but he wanted to keep her talking maybe she would turn and leave or offer up any hint to where he was. "I don't mean to kill your whole I think I'm awesome thing you have going here but where the hell am I and why the hell did I have to come here in a box", he rubbed his head and ripped the bandage off revealing just how bad the cut really was. Reaching around her the smell of rain and some kind of clover wafted off of him as he grabbed another roll of wrap and proceeded to wrap the gash again and again. After he felt he had enough there he ripped the one off of his chest. "This is going to take forever to heal damn people don't think twice about slicing anyone up", the flesh hung open and angry red blood dripping and ozzing from places where it wasn't already dead. He winced and began to wrap his chest again a brilliant half smile falling into place when he finished. "Oh sorry do you need this ", he offered her the roll of wrap the smile never leaving but his eyes screaming danger.

(OOC-Hope this is ok for you I have to post with my phone)

[Miyuki Akiyama]

Kiya raised an eyebrow at the boy's actions, finding it highly amusing how the boy seemed to be trying to be intimidating. The girl was not going to be easily intimidated, not after growing up on the streets of London. The girl's cocky, crooked smile didn't leave her face as she headed over towards the medical supplies, noting that there was no nurse currently in the office. She smiled a bit to herself, glancing over everything as she worked, collecting some ace bandages after she spotted them and started to wrap her fists. "Boy, if you think you're intimidating me you're highly mistaken. I've dealt with that kind of tone many, many times."

She shifted and glanced back at him, catching a glimpse of the wound, an eyebrow raised at this, having been listening to him. "I'm here to wrap my hands after punching some bloody rock, why else?" She crossed her arms, her knuckles now perfectly wrapped, the girl obviously being well practiced in it as she looked him over for a moment. "You got here in a box? Well I guess that's one way to think outside the box to bring someone here, use a box." She smiled a bit at the boy, not phasing at the glint in his eyes. "Also, you are at Ashford, the wonderful prison for the gifted. Oh wait, did I say prison? I mean school! Yeah, it's a school!" Laughs a bit and shakes her head, leaning against the counter, her grin never leaving her face.

"And you, bloke, obviously need medical attention."

[Hibiki Hiroki]

The blood from Hibiki's wound had mixed with the rain in his hair giving the tips a sort of red tone. Those pearcing blue eyes that others wished the had seemed to scan the girl that stood in front of him, he stopped in his tracks of walking out the door. "What do you mean a bloody school I'm not supposed to be here I didn't do shit to the guys that stuffed me in a box stuck knives in and we're sure to cut me enough that I passed out so why the bloody hell would they bring me here". He threw his hands in the air and groaned but winced softly as he struck his chest wound causing it to bleed through again. "For all I know you could be working with them why can't people just leave me alone", he started to pace back and forth running a skinned up hand through his wet hair. "Anyway why the hell would you punch a rock", he looked at her ignoring everything bot her words and waiting for an answer .

His eyes flashed dangerously when the sound of footsteps reached his ears due to the fact that he was secretly tapping into his power and using the ears of his wolf form to listen for trouble. "Someone is coming ", he said this matter of fact like and sat down waiting for someone to walk into the room. Hibiki studied the girl for a while his ice blue eyes seeming as though they could read into the soul of another person and he didn't get why she was punching a rock still. Even he knew in a rage it really wasn't a great ide to just go around punching things and throwing a huge tantrum.