Fairview Academy - Main Building Rooftop

[Dreams_of_Dusk]

Normally totally off limits to students, a select few have managed to find ways on over time, somehow managing to stay under the radar. The school custodian doesn't care that they're up there as long as there's no mess left behind. It's the favourite hang out spot for some, and the number one place to avoid for others. 

 

[Tori Bradley]

Riker Morris stared out over campus from where he stood on the roof of Fairview Academy's main building. He'd just come from his first meeting at the Match Office for his profiling and first introduction. He'd spoken more during that meeting than he had in the last eighteen months. Riker never spoke much. Speaking was just another way for someone to sneak up on him and start smashing his walls. He'd found that out with a chick he'd bartended for last year. She acted like all she wanted from him was a one night stand, but she talked too much. When he'd started to trust her, he found out she was after the deed to his boss's bar so she could start a night club in its place. He'd stopped talking unless it was to ask for drink orders after that. He had no reason to torture himself by thinking he could ever trust anyone. Anyone could betray anyone. Riker knew that. He lived by it like a knight lived by a code of honor.
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Riker's thoughts darkened, immersing themselves in the memories of his past. Of the people and abuse and the fear that warped a young child into troubled, damaged man. He could hear his screams echoing through his mind, feel the pain as his father, then his brother, then his mother assaulted and abused him one after the other over the span of eighteen years. His hands shook in the memory of his fear and his anguish when he'd called out for help and gotten no response. Eventually he'd just stopped calling. He'd stopped fighting. But after a few years of just letting his family chip off pieces of his spirit and his heart, he decided it had to end. It had to end. Riker just couldn't take anymore. He couldn't handle the physical and emotional pain it caused him. So after his eighteenth birthday, on a carefully executed escape plan, Riker Morris ran. But those memories stuck with him, and though his wounds healed, their scars remained. 
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Riker slammed his palm down on the railing, cursing himself. He leaned his forearms on the railing now, placing his head in his hands with his palms covering his face. He needed a moment to collect himself before he went to his room. All of his belongings were already there. He had yet to find out if he was allowed to bring a pet on campus. He'd been thinking about getting one for a while now. His therapist had suggested it when he'd gone to see him last. Dr. James Cameron specialized in rehabilitating sexual and physical abuse victims. Riker had been forced by his boss and best friend, Johnny Crane, when he'd gotten himself hurt during one of his last breakdowns. Anyways, James had told Riker that he needed to open up to someone, or something. When writing in a journal hadn't worked for him, James suggested he get a canine companion. Riker wanted to do it. He had his eye on a pair of wolf pups named Colt and Cora. They'd been rescued by Johnny's son, Riker's godson, and needed someone to take them in.
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Clasping his hands together, Riker rested his forehead on his knuckles and sighed.
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[Dreams_of_Dusk]

 
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The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the sky while the girl sat on top of the shed, watching birds fly by and just sitting in the quiet. She'd gotten a key to the roof off of Daryl Grimm for a favour, even though the man didn't care much for the rules either. Shit happens, doesn't matter as long as they don't try to put you in jail. The breeze moved white bangs back into her face that she didn't bother to move for a while, her entire body relaxed regardless of the bandages wrapped around her hands and ribs. Leaning back on her elbows she looked up at the sky as a plane flew by, likely dropping off yet another new transfer student. There seemed to be a lot of those lately; not that Roza actually cared. None of them bothered her, so she left them alone; they could do what they wanted as long as it didn't interfere with her business. 
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When the door opened below her she had just been sucking in a toke off her pipe, holding the smoke as the man walked over to the railing. He hadn't even noticed her when he was walking by. Must be something heavy on his mind. She just sat there cross legged, her grinder sitting on the single between her legs, her pipe on her knee where the bowl was still half full. She watched him hit the railing, clearly upset or frustrated about something. Eventually Roza couldn't take the awkward silence where she couldn't talk. So instead, she picked up her pipe and held it out. 
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"Wanna toke?"
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[Tori Bradley]

When Riker heard a girl's voice behind him, he froze, body rigid. He turned his head slightly to the side in the direction of her voice. Now that he thought about it, he could feel her gaze on his back. He turned his head back forward, cursing himself. How could he be so stupid? He'd just let someone watch him lose control. He let someone see him be weak. After a few minutes of mentally beating himself up, he turned around to face her. She was a pretty girl. Looked like a bit of a wild bad girl though. Especially since she was holding a pipe out to him. 
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He reached out, taking the pipe in his hand. He brought it to his lips and took a long drag. The chemicals filled his lungs as he inhaled, smoke billowing out of his nose and mouth as he exhaled. He held it back out to her, contemplating whether or not to speak and thank her. There was no way for her to sneak up on him by a conversation about a pipe, right? Looking down at the ground and then back up at her. He crossed his muscular arms across his chest, his shirt bunching around his broad shoulders. 
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"Thanks," he said.
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[Dreams_of_Dusk]

Taking the pipe back from the young man, Roza cleared the chamber, emptied the ash, and started to re-pack the bowl. There hadn't been much in it to begin with, since she had just been hanging out and ditching class like she normally did, but it seemed to her like this one was going to need a good high to help him out. It's not like she was running short of supply, since she had a good place and dealer who always gave her a good deal. She generally bought in bulk to avoid the awkward 'where'd my weed go' moment. 
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"Going through some heavy shit eh?"
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Setting her pipe down she stretched her arms up into the sky, shoulders clicking back in place while she rolled her wrists to loosen up the muscles. Most of the pain was gone by now, but she wasn't quite good for a match tonight. Thankfully there wouldn't be one with how badly of a beating Viper had given Jackel. The area was in pieces and all matches had been postponed three days.Good timing for her, since she had two broken ribs and bruised every bone in her hands.  Lifting the pipe to her mouth she covered the choke and held the lighter up. Taking a toke she held it in as she offered it to him again. 
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"I'm a dragon."
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She breathed our the smoke as if it was fire, giggling in amusement as the drug hit her system. She wasn't actually that high, but she did quite enjoy being a dragon. 
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@Victoria Bradley
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[Tori Bradley]

Riker looked over at her as she reloaded the pipe. He was surprised to have found a girl sitting up on the roof of a school smoking a bowl like a rebellious teenage. Nevertheless, he appreciated the haze the drug allowed him. He was nowhere near high, but a couple more tokes and he'd have somewhat of buzz going. He didn't answer her question right when she asked. It wasn't a question he was comfortable answering. He visibly flinched as the memories rushed through him. The scars on his back, arms, stomach, and chest seemed to tingle as he remembered when he'd gotten each one. He clenched his jaw, his hand instinctively covering the space where his brother had carved his name into Riker's chest. He jumped, shaken from his thoughts when the girl spoke again. He hadn't heard what she said. When she giggled, he didn't react. He was looking at her, but the emptiness was still in his eyes. They still weren't as bright as they had been when he was a young child. He took the pipe from her hand, taking a toke so big he coughed a few times to catch his breath.
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"There's one thing you can never ask me about. That no one can ever ask me about," Riker said. He paused for minute, looking dead into her eyes with a hardness in his gaze that masked his pain. When he spoke, his voice was flat and harsh. "Don't ever ask me about my past. Don't ask me what I'm going through, or what I've gone through." Riker's voice broke on the last word and tilted his head back to the sky to hide the pain in his eyes. He took a deep breath and looked out over the school grounds. When will this end? he asked himself.
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[Dreams_of_Dusk]

 
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The young woman was not amused by his sudden seriousness, pouting for a moment before she just shrugged her shoulders and leaned back again, her pipe set down beside her on the shingled shed roof. "I can do that. Not my business anyway." She said with a yawn, packing up her things and standing up on the shed. She was growing bored up on the roof with nothing to do and with no fights tonight, she had no further plans. Maybe she would go to the shop and work on some of the bikes her father hadn't gotten around to fixing yet. Some extra cash was never really a bad thing in her books. 
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"Got any plans?" 
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It was fair of him to ask her not to inquire of his past, since she would have said the same thing, since she would rather not talk about how many men and women she's watched bleed to death on the dirt floor of the arena. How much blood is on her hands. How many times she's done something most people would only assume as immoral. Her entire life is a big secret; there was no way she could fault someone else for keeping theirs. 
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The white haired woman stepped off of the shed roof, landing beside the man as he gazed out over the horizon she wondered how far they could go before anyone would stop them. Blue eyes were calm before the mischievous glint found it's way there with a smirk. Roza wasn't the type to stick her nose in anyone elses business, but when someone had the same eyes she did for a long time she'd at least offer something a little bit fun. 
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[Tori Bradley]

Riker looked at her and then looked back out over the horizon. She had earned his respect when she hadn't pushed him to talk like everyone else had. Very few people were like her and he appreciated it. When she asked him if he had any plans, he assumed she was asking about that night. "No. I was just planning on guzzling a couple Budweisers and drowning my sorrows," he said. 
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When she jumped off the roof of the shed and landed next to him, Riker tensed. He wasn't used to people getting this close to him. Or, he was, but he hated it. Because anytime anyone had ever gotten close to him, both emotionally and physically, they'd hurt him. He didn't want it to happen again. But when the white haired girl just smiled mischievously at him, Riker was surprised to find himself relaxing. 
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"What?" he asked warily, referring to the look on her face.
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[Dreams_of_Dusk]

 
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Reaching up behind her she grabbed her bag off of the shed, turning her smirk on his wary gaze. He seemed as if he was almost afraid of what she had in mind, but the rebellious girl was never one to back down from a challenge. He seemed uncomfortable to her, his body language changing from closed off to straight up mortified when she got close to him physically. Was he afraid of touch? Or was it just the fact that she was a woman that was bothering him? Up until that moment he had seemed fine, if not closed off and cautious of her. 
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"That, Riker, sounds like absolutely no fun at all."
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She commented, saying his name as if it was normal to her already, even though he had yet to tell her what it was. She had seem him introduce himself to the class when Grimm had made him do it on his first day, even though she had currently been skipping since she rarely actually made it to any of her classes. Surprisingly though, she managed to make it to more History classes than anything else, even if she was away for a week. 
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Luckily for her, it was a weekend that she didn't intend to come back from until at least Tuesday, and perhaps taking this one with her would help him loosen up a bit. Not that she actually cared to help a random stranger of course, it was more an impulse driven decision. 
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"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?"
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[Tori Bradley]

Riker watched her as she grabbed her bag and looked at him with a challenging smirk. He knew that look. She was planning something, and he was a part of it. Which meant it was probably something he wasn't going to like. Shaking his head, he turned away from her. He was ready to say no to whatever she asked, until she spoke.
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"That, Riker, sounds like absolutely no fun at all," she said. Stun froze him where he stood. What the hell? How did she know his name? He knew damn well he hadn't told her. He wasn't the type of guy to tell random strangers his name willingly. Not that Daryl Grimm gave a damn, considering what he'd made him do in class three days ago. Riker already didn't like him. He was a jackass. Riker thought of whether or not he had seen her there and remembered there had been a girl with white hair there at the beginning of class. He didn't bother to ask her how she knew, because he'd already figured it out. It was Grimm's fault.
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"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?" she asked. He had yet to learn her name, so he continued referring to her as 'she'. He looked at her. After a couple minutes of contemplating his answer, he nodded. 
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"I have. Why?"
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@ShadowSnowStorm
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