The teacher’s bathroom on the third floor.

Sure she shouldn’t be in here. But like most students at this school, Fallon always thought the rules were meant to be broken. This one bathroom was the biggest and cleanest bathroom on campus. And once you got past the fact that your teachers actually bathe in here, you could relax.

The soothing burn of water against her skin had always been a welcome feeling, if not relaxing. It had never been hard to sneak in, listening in anonymously as teachers slipped in and out of this room; it was not difficult at all to get past the monitors... As the long-gone ordeals of sneaking around were washed away into the warm swirling water and mounds of bubbles, the lightly flushed skin slumped happily in the over-sized tub, submerging her self to the top of her chin. It seemed like years had passed her by as she soaked, wanting to suck up all the warm air and keep it locked up in her lungs.

Fallon looked around the pale room; for some place so big… it was sooo boring. Her blue orbs found the only picture in the room and stayed there for at least half a minute. Then as if a bell had gone of in her head, she got and idea. Fallon stared at the picture a second longer, then, the woman moved; ever so slightly, but Fallon could see it, for she had created it. ”Hello…” Fallon cooed, watching the picture.

The woman jumped and tried to run away, only to be stopped by her frame, ”What’s going on here?” she demanded, her hand on her hips.

Fallon shrugged, blowing a pile of bubbles into the air ”I was bored…”

The woman stared at Fallon, Fallon stared back, and then the woman started. She was on a rant about not understanding and something about this going against all the laws of human kind. Or something like that. Fallon slummed further into the tub and drifted off to sleep. The motionless state attained for about a full hour. Someone would have almost called to believe the sleeping girl was actually...well...dead. With a final slink of Fallon's head she slipped beneath the surface, moments passing before a graceful rush of water accompanied air in her lungs. Piercing blue eyes shot open and scanned the room in a frantic pace, as though she had no clue where she was, which was the case for a brief moment. A deep sigh left her chest, Suppose I should get out... Was the only thought that took a form of action as she waded to the tub's edge. Plucking the fluffy white object from its stand, she quickly rapped it around her. Her body turned to where she had previously left her clothes. It became quite clear there was something out of place, something down right missing! As odd as it was, her clothes had seemed to become invisible... or had she been walking around the school naked all day. At least it was quite the possibility until she saw the traces of water giving the patern of... footprints.

"Shit."

It was blunt, it was angry, it was practically hissed as she came to the fact that some overly clean janitor had popped in while she was bathing, which left her very naked...and feeling rather exposed. Fallon groaned as she quickly tightened the damp towel around her, having forgotten to dry herself off, which had led to her ungracefully slipping as she tried to dart for the door. Her eyes darted in every direction before she padded off, only concentrating on returning to her dorm. She wanted new clothes! Agitation seemed to rule her. She took to the stairs, gripping the tightly wrapped towel as she ascended as silently as he could. God, this is not what I planned when I snuck out of the dorm.

((OMG! This is the longest post I've ever done, that's only because I sat in math class and wrote this...))

[ mind if i join? and i must say yours was a rather good post. :) ]

It had felt like he was running for hours, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes. Yes everyone, Mr. Grey was clearling running his ass away from near death. He was in serious shit if that kid caught up to him. The kid was almost three times bigger then him. Besides the guy looked like he could take a joke, but apparently not.

Ryan stopped on the powdery white ground that looked so fimilar to him. Indeed it was snow, but oh how he only wished it was the snow he was physically fimilar with. He glanced down at his pair of wet Vans and took deep breaths. He should of been used to running like this, but then again he quit his track team three years ago. He glanced all around the school grounds, paranoid as hell...shit. The guy was still after him. Was his joke that bad? Ha. Ryan looked at the guy struggling to keep up, but obiviously not giving up until he had Ryan in his grasp.

All this time watching the guy run after him, Ryan failed to run himself until the boy was in arms reach. Then Ryan began to run. At least he had all that time to catch his breath.

The scrawny boy ran through the doors of the school, and up the first set of stairs. He stopped once more and peered at the school doors. The guy appeared; hot headed, and scarlet red. "He's not going to give up...I'm screwed." Ryan took off running again up that stairs until he past several hallways. His shoes were still soaked and he had left a muddy trail behind him that anyone would be able to follow.

Ryan continued to run, slipping and sliding on the hard wood floors. He looked behind him every couple of minutes, until he was finally stopped by someone. Though it wasnt really a stop, it was more of a run-in that knocked them both flying to the ground.

"Shit...Im really really sorry," he apologized, still looking slightly paranoid from what might happen to him. He lifted himself up off that ground and placed a helping hand down at the girl.

Why the hell did I leave that extra pair of cloths in the dorm... Oh, I know... because I didn't expect to be trying to run around the school in flimsy piece of COTTON. It wasn't often fallon was mentally yelling at herself. She's more verbal about these types of things. Today or should I say tonight was a special case. Yelling her lungs off would have gotten her caught. But, ramming into someone and making loud noises would get her caught too, wouldn't it....

Fallon's blues eyes looked up at the male. She took his hand and stood up, brushing herself off. Frozen in fear, and maybe just little bit of shock, Fallonwrapped her hands around her pulling the towel tighter. Did it really just sink in that she was NAKED and running around trying to get to her dorm in only a towel? No. What just sunk in was the fact that she wasn't the only one in the hallway. Some much for a sneaky get-away... "I...it's my fault. I wasn't looking. I'm Fallon..."Fallon said, pulling her arms tighter around her waist as if that would help her in this situation. This was really pissing her off, and to make things worse, some crazy red face teen was running in her direction.

Time seemed to drag to a still, her breath holding stalely in her chest as she watched the male get closer and closer. No sooner did she figure out that the male wasn't after her, but the other male standing next to her. She pulled her gaze away from Strawberry face and stared at the male beside her. "What did you do to him?" Fallon said pointing to Strawberry face with out looking at him. He was closer now, and he wasn't slowing down, that was troubling. He was going to run into her if he didn't stop and it would be another trip to the floor for her, how tempting... all it would take was a few seconds of concentration and she could stop him herself... how very tempting... and evil smirk played across Fallon's features.

Fallon looked around her, there wasn't much in her suroundings to use but she could manage. She stared at a mop for a second, picturing it sliding over to the male and slapping him in the face. Then, the mop started out on it's mission, making it's way over to Strawberry.

((this one's not so good))

This wasn't the first time Ryan had gotten himself into trouble like this. And this was all just because he had told the guy he screwed his girlfriend. The funny thing was he was friends with the girl and she laughed about. Ha. But I guess Mr. Macho didnt find it very funny. Ryan had a fetish for always picking fights, but this was the only one he had ran from this year. And it was clearly a good one to run from, the guy was huge. I mean he fought huge guys before, but this guy wasnt worth it even if Ryan could heal himself.

It took him a few moments to realize this girl was wearing nothing more then a fluffy white towel. He became quite puzzled with this, but also a bit interested. This girl had guts to walk around the school in a towel. Yeah, he had done it loads of times, but he had never seen a girl do it. He wasnt sure if it was rude to look at her or not. Fallon was her name. And running naked in the the halls was clearly her game. "Im..Ryan. Ryan Grey," he introduced himself. "May I ask why your running around in a towel? You know, its snowing outside."

Some people in this situation might of taken off running once more with the glance behind the shoulder at what was coming toward them. Ryan wasnt some of those people. He stod his ground, finally. It would be rude to knock over naked girl and then take off running. No, he was a gentlemen. He would introduce himself and answer her questions before being murdered. That seemed like the right thing to do, but he wasnt exactally sure. "I kind of told him, in a joking way of course, that I screwed his girlfriend," he told Fallon, scratching his head. "I know it sounds rather bad, but I was only joking and Im friends with his girlfriend, so yeah.." He placed his hand infront of his face, alittle embarassed. He could really go for a hit right about now...

It was only moments from now that he would be thrown around like a rag doll. And in front of a pretty girl. Just his luck. It wasnt until now did Ryan realize there was a moving mop being controlled by the towel-girl. The mop was heading straight towards the angry teen. What the hell was she planning to do? Ryan wanted to let the girl know that it was perfectly fine for him to get beat up. In fact, the phrase, bring it on was going through his head. Trips to the head office and getting detention werent to bad. Bsides the look on the guys face would be priceless when he finds out what power Ryan had in store for him. Ryan would be going to the office, once again unharmed and in style, while the 'victum' would look like total shit. Ha. Oh how people envied such remarkable healing powers.

"Snowing? Oh wow I didn't know. I could have sworn the white stuff falling fom the sky was magical pixie dust...." Fallon said, sarcasim threaded in with every word as she cracked a smile. "Trust me I'm not doing this just for the kicks... I was taking a bath in the teachers bathroom and someone stole my clothes. How that person doesn't see a person in the tub right next to them is beyond me." she explained. The truth is, even if she wasn't doing this out of her own free will this time, it sure was something she would try again... She was just one of those people.

"I kind of told him, in a joking way of course, that I screwed his girlfriend. I know it sounds rather bad, but I was only joking and Im friends with his girlfriend, so yeah.."

Fallon's smile got bigger, "That's kinda funny. You say that and he reacts like that?" she pointed to Strawberry again. THe male had stopped and looked at the mop with a confused face. Fallon smirked; the male looked in Ryan and Fallon's direction and back at the mop and his face got ten shades redder.

"You mess with my new friend Ryan here and I mess you up!" she called over to the male putting her hand on her hips. At this one moment, someone could say she looked just like her mother, but since no one has seen her mother in years... there was no one to make the coment. The male looked at her like she was crazy... she was; like she didn't know who she was talking to... she didn't; like he could beat her up in a heartbeat... he couldn't... Fallon stared at him and he stared back, switching from Ryan to her every few seconds. His face got redder as he clenched his fists tight.

Fallon turned around to face Ryan, already bored with Strawberry. The mop dropped the ground, "Anyway, don't feel bad... you made a joke and he couldn't take it blahdidy blahdidy blah. He's not even worth running from." Fallon said the last sentance loud enough for Strawberry to hear. She was tempting him she wanted to see how far he could last under that type of presure. She was playing with him.... in a I'm dead serious way. That's Fallon for ya.

((tell me if the orange is too hard to read ok))

Now if anyone new Ryan well enough, they might have called him a pussy right then and there. Or perhaps they might just ask if he was ill. He wasn't one to back down from a fight even if it was with a male much bigger then him. When he was a boy he learned to never back down and always stand your ground. Though, usually people would do that if they werent the ones to start a fight, but Ryan was a bit of the opposite. He would start the fight and wouldnt back down, until either him or the prat had enough.

Ryan smirked at the girl. So she was one of the sarcastic type, eh? The part that interested him was that someone had taken her clothes. Now that was some prank. He began taking some mental notes. But whoever had taken the girls clothes would be in for a treat if Ryan caught him. "So what the hell are you doing holding girly clothes, eh? Trying on a costume for the up coming ball are we? You going as a tranny. Why even bother, you dont even need a costume, faggot."

"Yea, I dont understand why he reacted in such a wild manner. I was only pulling his leg," he laughed and looked over at the wide-eyed male. He began to pace back in forth in front of the mop, clenching his fists. This made Ryan laugh harder. What an idiot! What a fucking idiot! Ryan looked back over to Fallon. The words coming out of her mouth amused him. She was something else, even if she was wrapped up in just a towel.

The clamor of the wooden mop made Ryan jump slightly. Shit...was this a good thing or a bad thing. Whatever it was, that red ball of fury was going to head straight for him. And he did. In a blink of an eye Ryan felt two huge hands grab around his neck. Ryan sputtered, "I..i think..that got his atte-ntion Fallonnn." The guy threw a large punch right into Ryan's gaw. He felt his head begin to throb and quickly thrusted his knee right into the guy's stomach. This made him gasp and release his hands from Ryan's neck.

Ryan cracked his neck and spat out some blood on the ground. "Is that all you got, fugly?" He said egging the guy on. His adrenaline began to rush. His body felt good. This guy was nothing, he was already tired from running and the knee thrust into the stomach. "Just to let you know, touch her, and your one dead mother fucker."

[i like the colors ha. wow this is a very entertaining topic.]

Fallon side glanced over to Ryan. He really looked like he was ready to fight Strawberry. And Strawberry was sooo ready for a fight with his fist clenched and face getting redder every second. I mean really... it was a joke.

"I..i think..that got his atte-ntion Fallonnn."

Fallon nodded her head, a smug look on her face. "Yeah, I thought the big ape would get mad over something like that." Fallon watched Ryan get choked and she just stood there. Where was the Fallon that had threatened to hurt Strawberry if he messed with Ryan? Oh, she was still there, but Ryan looked like he knew what he was doing. He didn't need her getting in his way... not after that knee to the stomach. She had to crack a smile at that. She started to giggle, feeling just the tiniest feeling of sadness for Strawberry.

Seconds later, her laugh stopped in her chest and the smell of rust and moldy water hit her like a hammer to the head. She backed up to the wall, sliding down and resting her head on her knees. The taste of pennies was present under her tounge... she was about to throw up. "Shit!" she hissed, taking her last breath, and praying to god that could last her. Of all the things Ryan could has spit out his mouth, it had to be blood, why not SPIT? That's what does come out of people's mouth, spit... but nooooo it just had to be blood. Fallon never knew when this type of thing started, but as far as he could remember, she would get sick at the smell of blood. Much worse things would happen if she looked at it.

"Just to let you know, touch her, and your one dead mother fucker."

She wanted to smile, laugh, do something. But she was conentrating on keeping whatt breath she had and trying even harder not to throw up in fron t of Ryan and Strawberry. The color drained from her face and was replace by a bluish green color. Well that's normal... for a non-breathing sick person... Her lungs burned, screaming and yelling to be filled with air. Her stomach churned, yelling louder to be emptied and clensed from this never ending curse. Unable to take it any longer, Fallon took a deep breath, closed her moth quickly and burried her head deeper in the flower scented towel. What a night it was.

((yes, a very interesting topic indeed))

The punch in the jaw felt like a boulder to the face. This guy's fist was almost as big as Ryan's whole face. They were abnormally large. And the thought that this guy had Superhuman Strength scared Ryan half to death. If he did though, he obiously wasnt to good with it yet or Ryan's head would of been punch into the floor or something crazy. Shit. That would be a hell of a migraine. Plus the dude was on the floor from Ryan's karate knee kick shit.

The punch didnt hurt Ryan though. He mostly winced at the amount of force and presure this guy used. But he still felt it. Usually before Ryan picked fights he was in a much higher state of mind. So when the time came to get hit with a couple of punches he couldnt feel it. Unfortunately for Ryan, he hadnt gotten high today nor before he had decided to accidentally pick a fight. He didnt even want to pick a fight today. It just happend. The guy that punched him just cracked. It was a completely stupid joke to get pissed off about. Then again, he did have somewhat of a reason. I guess the joke was somewhat true. Only Ryan didnt screw her, they just made out...

Ryan looked at the guy, who was still grooning about his stomach. Well at least they now new this guy didnt have some sort of super human strength power. He was just a bigggg guy. He walked over toward him and placed his hand out in front of the guy. "Truce," Ryan muttered. "It was just a joke. I apologize, but she was drunk and she did come on to me." After he said that he totally regreted it. He should of just stopped talking after, 'I apologize.'

The guy on the ground took Ryan's hand in one of his huge hands and shook it. That was it. He could of ended it before Ryan had gotten punched and him, knee kicked to the stomach. But it wasnt over...As Ryan turned around to face Fallon something felt wrong. With that thought in mind, another giant fist came swinging at Ryan's face. This hit knocked him flying a couple of feet. His head hit the ground with a loud thud and Ryan's vision suddenly became blury. The fight was finally over and this guy had super human strength...

Ryan layed on the cold floor until his vision finally cleared up. He felt his body go a bit numb and realized his head had been cracked open from the hard landing on the floor. And it occured to him that Fallon didnt like blood. He saw her back away in fear when he spat earlier. He felt bad to have put her through this. Ryan made his way over to her holding one hand over the crack in his head. "Im sorry you had to see this Fallon," he spoke to her, wincing at the pain from his head injury.

"Im sorry you had to see this Fallon."

"No, no. Don't be sorry, I do find a good fight to be interesting," Fallon cracked a smile, all though it was hidden by her towel. "So, the guy had the super strength thing? Because you know, you head busted and all. You might want the nurse to check that out... it could get all, you know, infected. Then you'd have to go to the hospital.... but the docters would probly wonder how you busted your head open.... then you'd have to go through the trouble of lieing and saying something stupid... like falling down the stairs.................."

There was a long pause as she looked up. Her face showing she was deep in thought.... or she had just spaced out and wasn't there at all.........

"Seems like a lot of trouble, maybe you shouldn't go to the nurse..... but there's still the issue of getting an infection. Fallon stood up and started pacing infront of Ryan, pondering the issue. "Well that seems unlikely, they do keep it unnaturally clean here.........UNLESS" Her face lit up like she had the greatest idea ever known to man kind. "Unless you have some type of healing power then there's no need for the nurse or the hospital or the lieing......maybe finding me some clothes..... yes there's much need for that. Scratch everything! We have to find clothes!"

So I'm guessing that she was over the whole blood thing, that or she stopped breathing and was rambling on only with that last breath of air. Or, like the Fallon we've grown to know and love, she was just drunk...... most likely she stop breathing, how sad. Fallon stopped pacing, a big smile on her face, and grapped Ryan's free arm. Let's go... she said pulling him along down the hall.

((that's alot of orange....it blinds me. Sorry this is so short.))

Ryan shuttered as the words, 'nurse, doctor, and hospital'. There was no way in hell that this injury was going to lead him to see any of those..those things. He hated doctors and the aroma of hospitals..that was just icky. Dirty. Scary. The last time Ryan had been in a hospital was when his brother was born and even then he tried many times to get out of it. It wasnt the fact that he didnt want to see the new addition to the family, well...that was sort of one reason. But the real reason was that he had a couple mild phobias. Iatrophobia and Nosocomephobia to be exact. Not many people at school knew about this or he would get constantly teased. I mean come on..afraid to go to the doctor? Thats just plain abnormal.

He laughed at her plans on how to solve the situation they were in. Well, he was in. It was his fault. He kind of deserved what had come to him. Just maybe not as severe. Oh yeah the crack in his head...that needed to be fixed, but it would only take like a few seconds. Fallon's nakedness needed to be fixed right away.

It was as if she had read his mind. In a matter of seconds, Ryan was being pulled through the halls. Was it really necessary for her to be power walking? Ha. He just laughed it off and tagged along behind her. "I think this has been a rather interesting day. Running for my life, meeting a naked girl, getting the shit kicked out of me...some day...I need a drink. Ha."

[yeah mines rather short too. and i took me like dayz. hah.]

((this christmas, I got a laptop, so I completely forgot to put all my old links on it and I forgot about this site for a few days. Forgive me for not posting))

"I think this has been a rather interesting day. Running for my life, meeting a naked girl, getting the shit kicked out of me...some day...I need a drink. Ha."

Fallon stopped walking and turned on her heels, her damp hair slinging water through the air as she did so. "That naked girl," she gestured to herself. "has a name. If I remember correctly if started with a 'Fal' and ended with a 'lon'. But you know me, I could be mistaken. I mean how many naked girls did you see this evening?.......Don't answer that I may not want to know your answer......." she said turning around and walking off. Moments later she stopped infront of a classroom door, history it looked like, and peeked inside. If she was lucky, she could find something to wear in there. Anything would have been better than the towel. Ok so maybe not everything but you get my point. Alas, not one useful thing was found in the room. Instead of putting on a sad face and moping about, she ran to the next room she saw, and the next after that. All turning out to be a waste of time. What was the point? She might as well just go back to her dorm and change.

"Ryan, my good man. Why is the scool so empty?" Don't people usually come out when it starts to get darker? Or am I confussing teens with owls?" It was kinda odd. Ryan and Strawberry were the only two people she had seen, and even if that should have been a good thing for her, it just sent chills down her spine. It was that, or the fact that it was like 30 something outside. Fallon wrapped her arms around her. She wasn't ment for the cold.

[[nah. dont worry about it. it was mainly my fault for taking forever to respond. :P]]

How many girls did he see naked today? Ryan pondered on the thought. Well he wasnt a playboy and he only sex with a girls he was seeing. And at this moment in life he wasnt seeing anyone. So Fallon was actually the only girl he had seen like this since well, a couple months ago. And she was being covered by a towel. So technically it didnt really count. "I will make sure to add your name when Im talking about you then," he grinned. "It's only poliet."

He watched as she made her way to the opened classroom down the hall. It was funny watching her and coming out dissapointed. Well I mean, why would anyone keep a spare thing of clothing in a classroom? It was odd, but hey anything could happen at this school. Ryan suddenly realized what he was wearing. Why hadnt he of thought of it before? Well then again he was running for his life earlier. "Hey come here," he beckond to Fallon who had made her way to the last empty classroom in the hall.

Ryan removed the grey hoodie he was wearing and placed it on the ground. At least it was something to cover her up. If that wasnt enough he began to unbutton his jeans. This left him in only his Elmo boxers and a long sleaved black thermal. He slipped back on his shoes and placed his hands on his hips. "Now you have something to wear until we get you back to your dorm or whatnot." It wasnt like he cared about what he was wearing. As long as she was covered and warm. "As for the school being so empty, I dunno. It is kind of strange actually." He looked around. He couldnt even remember if there was anyone out on the grounds other then him and that dude. Though things were a bit fuzzy. He closed his eyes and thought about his head injury. His power finally paid off and the headache went away and the wound closed up. "There, much better."