Heroes School Role Play Thread.

Ryan locked the door to his room, he shoved the key into the pocket of his Black skinny jeans. He ran a hand through his curly hair and sighed, usually he would have straightned his hair, but today was just one of those days, were, you just miss your family, and the only place you want to be is home. On such occasions he rarely bothers with the way he looks, which is odd seems as he's a male model and should be seen as s fashion icon. He turned away from his door and began to walk down the corridor, heading towards his next class.

Sam wasn't pleased, several things were beginning to piss her off. Including the fact that her friends seemed to have forgotten her, not the friends at the school, but the friends she worked for, the people how had sent her to this school for a reason. But, no, they'd forgotten her and now she was stuck until she could somehow dig up something.... which wouldn't be easy. Right now, she was heading to her next class, not even looking where she was going as she listened to her music, ignoring the kids around her.

Ryan dodged around all the other people messing around on the corridor, he watched a group of boys, about his age, he didn't even know them, yet he envied them. They were so young and care free, he was so young, but yet so old at the same time. Ryan never got the chance to live out his teenage years properly, he worked instead of going to school, he looked after his younger brothers instead of making friends. He watched them as they joked around, he wanted to be able to belong, but he knew he never could, he was way too mature to be able to act like that. Ryan slowed down as he walked just taking in his surroundings, looking at all the other happy faces, how'd he get to be so sad. He ran another hand through his hair and took a deep breath, he carried on walking normally, ignoring everyone around him.

Sam hated most of the kids here, unbeknown to them about what was really going on behind closed doors where as she knew. She would never be like them, never, and personally, she didn't want to be like them, closed off from the real world for protection. It was better in her world, where everything was open... well, usually it was, at the moment things seemed to be closed to her. As a heavy rock band played in her ears, blocking out the world around her, she passed through the crowds of kids, bumping into one or two of them, not even saying sorry.

A girl Bumped into Ryan, but she just walked on by without even apologising. He sped up to catch up to her. He tapped her on the shoulder
You going to carry on being rude, or are you going to apologise?

Sam stopped when someone tapped her shoulder and turned to them. The new guy, whatever his name was. She really didn't care right now. She pulled out one earphone in time to catch what he said, shrugged and walked off again.

Ryan smirked and shook his head, he sent a gush of wind straight at her, aiming to knock her over.

Sam felt the wind knock her and she lost her footing. She landed on her knees on the floor and looked back at the guy, scowling. She got to her feet and pulled out her headphones. "What is your problem?!" she demanded.

Sam blinked at him for a second. "Well, then maybe ass holes like yourself should get out of my god damn way then!" she said to him. She folded her arms over her chest.

Ryan laughed
Well, then maybe bitches such as yourself should watch where they're bloody going!

"Bitches?!" Sam grabbed him by the throat and rammed him up against the wall, she may look small, but she was stronger than she looked. A result of all her training. "Look, ass wipe, don't you dare call me a bitch again, okay?" she snarled at him. She kneed him in the stomach before dropping him and walking away.

Ryan doubled over on the floor clutching his stomach, he laughed, even when he was in pain, after getting beat up alot growing up, you get used to it.
Damn! Bitch got attitude he shouted out after her

Sam scowled and turned back to him, raising one eyebrow. "Look, dick, attitude doesn't even cover this," she said, smirking a little as she gestured at herself before turning her back on him, inserting her earphones again.

He stood up and dusted himself down, he sent a big water ball after her, giggling to himself

Sam gasped as she saw a vision of herself dripping wet. She ducked quickly and looked behind her as the ball of water smashed into the wall, sending a small river of water down the corridor. She laughed and disappeared, walking off down another corridor.

Ryan scowled Hm, a possible phsycic. He ran after her shouting
This isn't over! He punched a nearby wall getting angry for no real reason. He came up with a plan that was even better than attending class.

Sam didn't even hear him, she kept walking, swaying her hips a little as the music changed into something softer, Cut by Plumb, her favourite song ever. She sang along in her head as she headed for her class.

Ryan asked a few kids about who the girl was, some howhe knew he might be going a little bit too far, but he just couldn't help himself.
Moments later he found himself forcing his way into her room. Finally when he got in, he got to work. He calmed himself and tried to focus. He began to hear the splashing of wateras he began to flood her room.
Of course the was no actual need to do it, all she had done was barge into him, then kick him in the stomach, but when it came to revenge, he just had this urge to over do it.

Sam sighed as she sat in her classroom, waiting for the stupid teacher to start the lesson she wouldn't be listening to. She sat there, doodling on her notebook, listening to her music, ignoring the other kids in the room.

Ryan waited till everything was soaked through, and until the water was up to a reasonable level, Then he walked over to the door, opened it and closed it as quick as he could, only letting a little bit of water out.

A girl walking past Sam's room stopped and stared at him, raising an eyebrow before shrugging and walking off.

Sam doodled still as the class began, bearly hearing her teacher over her music but locking onto the key points, like the essay she had to do by Friday on English Literature.

Ryan flashed the girl his movie star smile and walked off away from the girls dorm, he felt guilty after wards, but told himself that it was the right thing to do, and that she deserved it. He went to his dorm, to get changed out of his wet skinny jeans, socks and shoes. When he was done, he went to his class.

Sam tapped the pen on her desk lightly, not hard enough to make any noise. She closed her eyes for a second and sighed as a dull ache started in her left temple, signalling the start of a headache.

Ryan walked into his English Lit class, he felt bad that he'd missed the start of it, he loved English, he used to want to be a writer, he wanted to write books that would inspire people to do great things. But there were bigger issues if he followed that path. What if no-one wanted to publish the book. What if no-one even bought a copy of the book. You'd have no money to support you're family back home, and you're life would be miserable. Besides, he was just too good at being a model to give it up now.