Winter Bluz

[Mr. Gothard]

Lips pressed tight against the mike, smile griping it’s facial features, eye’s now simple closed slit’s, figures lightly strumming upon a old guitar, breathing faint, exhale, out flowed the whispered words of a song..

I am heaven sent.
Don't you dare forget.
I am all you've ever wanted.
What all the other boys all promised.
Sorry I told.
I just needed you to know.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems.
Shelter from cold.
We're never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out.
I wish I knew.

Eye’s easing open, breath thick with mist from the bitter cold and a smile still fixed upon lips, strumming coming to an end. shelter from cold….nice weather for such a sound…, eye’s moved to the steamy window that gazed out to the thick blizzard out side.

A few of the students of the school were staying in the sound room in order to keep warm for the night seeing as some of the bedroom’s in the dorm block didn’t have working heating due to a problem connected to the blizzard, one of these students was the Fiddler who had been whispering to itself some lyrics to itself.

The Fiddler’s back was up against the wall, body caked in blankets. A few other students were close by, looking much the same as the Fiddler raped in clothing to keep warm for the night, the Fiddler wasn’t looking to sleep tonight like the rest of the students here, how could he sleep, something was going to happen soon, he was in need of being alert.

[Plague]

Akela was standing at the back of the room watching people as they sang. For some strange reason, she felt a little better being in here and listening to people sing. It felt familiar and comfortable. She smiled softly as the student finished singing and clapped silently.

Akela only had a small light blanket with her. There were other people who needed blankets more then she did, like the people who were buried in the snow in the Ballroom. She gave away her blankets she found in her room and kept a small throw blanket. She had it wrapped around her upper body.

She looked around the room at the students as they huddled together for warmth. This was so bizarre. A snow storm, at this time of year, trapping everyone inside. And the heaters didn't appear to be keeping the school very warm. She shifted slightly, trying to warm her arms without dropping her blanket.

[Kage]

Kage entered the sound room, dressed in nothing but a T-shirt and shorts, stared at all the people wrapped in blankets and then snickered too himself. Looks like some folks can't handle chills Shrugging he walked over to the instrument lockers and pulled out an electric guitar, hooking it up to a small amp and started playing a song he had heard recently, if someone was bothered by his music, Fuck em.

Realizing nobody was giving him dirty looks he turned up the amp and really started rocking out, changing the song he was playing to Party Hard by Andrew W.K. He glanced out the window and saw nothing but white, quite boring really and was tempted to just smash it open and see people's reactions.

[Mr. Gothard]

The Fiddler moved his dull eyes over toward a girl who was huddled under the single blanket and seemed to be suffering from cold, due to the way she tried to keep that blanket covering herself. Feeling a little sorry for the girl he decided to talk, something he wouldn’t normally do to just anyone, normally only those in his dreams got anything out of him.

“Hey you cold?”. The Fiddler asked in a whisper of a voice as it always did. He pulled part of the blanket up, offering her a place at her side if she wanted it, seeing as some body warmth might make this night go faster. It was easy to see The Fiddler wasn’t one for violence due to it’s skinny appearance, so their was little threat their and the room wasn‘t really empty so people were around to keep an eye on things.

“Room for two if you want it”, The Fiddler finished by placing the guitar he had been holding upon the ground and pushed the mike away, letting it roll across the room, into the corner, where anyone could grab a hold of it if they like.

((Can’t reply to your post Kage because your character’s not finished or accepted yet, sorry))

[Plague]

Akela turned when someone spoke beside her. Her gaze settled on a young man, or woman by the looks of it. The person was covered in clothing and blankets, enough to make it difficult to determine the person's gender. Even the voice made it slightly difficult to figure it out. She smiled softly. He, or she, must be really cold.

"Yes, very cold." She replied with a nod. "Snow had buried some people in the ball room. I gave them my blankets so they could get themselves warm again." She explained. Akela looked at the spot the student offered her then back at their face. Truthfully it was a difficult decision to make. She would be very grateful for the warmth, but her shyness had the better half of her.

Akela bit her lip slightly, then wrapping her own blanket tighter around herself she sat down beside Fiddler. "Thank you." She said softly. "My name is Akela."

[Mr. Gothard]

"Yes, very cold.", “Snow had buried some people in the ball room. I gave them my blankets so they could get themselves warm again."

“How thoughtful of you, hope the other’s recover soon, I heard a few healers headed in their after everything was cleaned up to fix a few people up”, The Fiddler replied with a smile as he rested his cupped hands upon his lap and glanced around the room for a moment to see if many people were still wake in here.

"Thank you.", "My name is Akela."

“It’s my pleasure, better than having another sick person with us”, The Fiddler spoke with a small smile as he lifted part of the covers and dropped then over her, in order to give her some added warmth. “You can call me…The Fiddler, anyone you know get caught under the snow drift?”. The Fiddler was thinking of introducing himself under his birth name, but decided to keep such fact’s under raps for now, he didn’t know her well enough to be sharing such fact’s.

“I’m guessing you were at the party then?”, The Fiddler asked in a thoughtful manner, as he wondered how the girl might have gotten involved in all of this mess, he was most likely right, seeing as most people were at the party tonight but it was always best to ask.

[Plague]

Smiling a little, Akela nodded slightly. "Yep. There were a few injuries, but nothing really serious." Akela said. She sat with her knees against her chest and her arms still folded around her. She raised her hand and pulled the extra blanket across her knees. "Fiddler. That's a unique name."

She shook her head slowly. "No, I just got here today. Don't know anyone yet." She said and smiled a tiny bit. "Its been one hell of a first day." She looked over at the group of singers for a moment, then turned her gaze back to the Fiddler. "Sorta, I was watching from the hall, just passing by." Akela replied.

[Mr. Gothard]

"Yep. There were a few injuries, but nothing really serious."

“That’s good to hear, wouldn’t want to get injured myself in these kind of conditions, fevers and infection would run high if I know my meds well enough”, The Fiddler replied with a smile, its eyes moved for a moment around the room, looking at a few of the sleeping student, wondering if they were ill in any fashion, a part from having something wrong with their blood that is.

"Fiddler. That's a unique name."

“Describes me well, unique some could say”, The Fiddler commented with a smile. In a relaxed manner The Fiddler removed his beanie and pulled it’s long braided body tail from in side of it’s garments and let it rest down its chest and under the covers. The Fiddler’s hair was a very light blond colour, it was one of its more feminine features.

"No, I just got here today. Don't know anyone yet.", "Its been one hell of a first day“, "Sorta, I was watching from the hall, just passing by."

“Well things aren’t normally this crazy, don’t worry things will get better soon”, The Fiddler spoke in a calm soft voice, a small smile formed upon it’s thin lips. “Any way you can’t say you don’t know any one, you’ve met me now”, The Fiddler added with a small soft laugh.

[Raven]

Akela nodded slightly in agreement. She herself knew nothing of medicine, but when it came to the cold it was pretty clear what kind of injuries could come from it. Hypothermia, ice burns, cuts from sharp snow, and many others. She was very glad she had been out in the hallway and not in the middle of that mess.

"Its good to be unique. Shouldn't be like someone else, that would be boring." She replied. She was also a unique person. She had odd powers, and couldn't remember a damn thing about herself. Under the blanket she ran two fingers along the long scar on her arm, the symbol of her amnesia.

When he spoke again she smiled. "Yeah, guess that's true now."

[Mr. Gothard]

"Its good to be unique. Shouldn't be like someone else, that would be boring."

The Fiddler nodded with a smile in reply to her words, she seemed unique seeing as she was at this school, how often did you get normal children, men or women at this school, the place was swarming with freak, much like the Fiddler just not to genderless. The Fiddler pondered on this matter for a moment, thinking more in depth on the matter but decided it was a waist of his time, nothing good would come from his pondering.

"Yeah, guess that's true now."

At her words The Fiddler dew his cool eyes back to her and smiled to show he was still interested. Around this moment the Fiddler began to wonder what kind of person this girl was, where she from, what were her powers, would she normally approach some like The Fiddler normally or was this a one of thing, should The Fiddler grow attached or leave this to a one of thing, some many things were always going though the creatures head but as normal the pale being pushed the thoughts away and got back on track.

“Oh while I still remember, if you feel like going to sleep, just say, I’ll leave you the cover, I won’t be sleeping tonight, I…have things on my mind at the moment that can not be settled by simply dreaming..”, his eyes were beginning to wonder at this moment.

“What do you dream about?”, The Fiddler asked in wonder, it had never really wondered before what other people must dream of, for his dreams were filled with visions and possible futures, from what he knew these were not the things or a normal person to dream of.

[Plague]

"Oh no, its ok. I don't think I'm gonna get sleepy anytime soon, since its so cold." She replied with a soft smile. She looked at his or hers hair and tried to determine its gender. She was quite tempted to ask, but it might come across as really rude.

"What do I dream about?" She repeated slowly. That was definitely an odd question to be asked, especially by someone she had just met. She turned her head slightly, thinking of her dreams. Her dreams were usually nightmares and often blurry. Each dream usually showed scary looking medical instruments and cold rooms. She blinked and turned back to The Fiddler.

"I don't remember my dreams." She lied. She didn't understand her dreams, so she wasn't going to share them anytime soon. "A few minutes after getting up I usually forget what I dreamed. Its no big deal really."

[Mr. Gothard]

"Oh no, its ok. I don't think I'm gonna get sleepy anytime soon, since its so cold."

“I see, well I’ll leave you the cover when I decide to wonder the school building, I feel like looking around the attic of the school, see what the damage maybe like up their, if it’s still possible to make my ay up there”, The Fiddler explained with a flat smile, as he pale eyes met Akela‘s.

"What do I dream about?", "I don't remember my dreams." , "A few minutes after getting up I usually forget what I dreamed. Its no big deal really."

“I see, I dream of possible futures, that is why I ask, my dreams are far different from what most dream”, The fiddler told her in a relaxed manner as it broke it’s fixed star and looked once more around the room at those in the room.

“So once this storm comes to a close, what are your plans?”, The Fiddler decided to change the topic, something of the future seeing as they were working toward it though the explaintion of what he dreamt.