Don't Worry, Be Happy (Cyril)

[Taylor Johnson]

Lifting her hand to knock on the stable door, Taylor squinted her eyes into the large room; Her eyes swaying over the empty stalls before taking a weary step inside. She was by no means scared of horses or anything, but they were large and there hadn't been a whole lot of them back in Seattle. When she had attended Bellefonte herself, she hadn't spent much time here. No, most of the redheads time had gone to building herself a criminal record and doing the usual 'teenage rebellion'.

Taking another step inside, the redhead bit her lower lip, ''Hello?'' she asked, looking around once more before sighing. It seemed empty. Maybe whoever the caretaker was wasn't around at this time? Or maybe he was one of those who took a break when the horses were out. She didn't really know a whole lot about taking care of horses and what the schedule for it looked like.

Running her hand idly through her red hair, Taylor turned to face the door again. Wandering towards it, the girl clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against her thigh.

As she rounded the corner, she was met with the sight of a horse's face right in front of her. In surprise, the woman tumbled backwards as she flailed her arms, ''Uhhh,'' she hissed as she attempted at regaining her balance. She hadn't expected to see the horse there and certainly not as close. She could practically have stuck her tongue out and taken a piece of it -- not that she had wanted to, mind you, but it had been an... Interesting observation nonetheless. ''Wow,'' she breathed before chuckling as she gazed back up at the giant beast.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril had put the horses out to pasture after they had their feedings around this time and the day had been pretty much a normal one. He was already going over a mental checklist of all the things he had to do for the day when his thoughts were interrupted with what was going on out in one of the pastures. Ivy, a female Buckskin Quarter Horse was starting a fight with one of the other horses. A very big no-no, since it could lead to serious injury to either of the horses and in general just fighting was very bad. He was not all that surprised with said event happening because it was Ivy and she seemed to always want to pick a fight with the other horses and just behave as if she was some wild horse trying to rule the world; however, she was neither of those. Luckily Cyril had been trained for this sort of thing and was able to separate the two horses. "Back to the stalls for you." Cyril spoke to Ivy in a serious tone because he loved horses and he didn't want to see any of them hurt.

Ivy just let out a breath of air through her nostrils and walked along with Cyril as he led her on a lead rope. He was just going to put her back in her stall as a way of a timeout and then let her out later in a different pasture to avoid any more fights for the day. Despite his half angered state at Ivy, he still was in an okay mood and would have skipped had he not been leading a horse. Last time he had been up at the stables no one was around since it was not a club day and the students seemed busy with, well whatever students did. So when he went to go enter the stalls and a woman appeared out of nowhere almost running into Ivy, his heart jumped. "Oh sh-" Cyril almost slipped up but seeing the other woman losing her balance a little caused him to act quick and snap his left hand enough times that instead of falling or regaining her balance she would be lifted up into the air. Not very high but high enough that she would be level with Ivy's head.

"Are you alright there miss?" Cyril asked, holding a hand to his heart to get it to settle before going back to grab Ivy's lead rope before the horse could try anything. It was then that he was able to get a good look at the other woman and gave a bright smile. "Hay there, what can I do for you?" Cyril asked, completely forgetting that he just used her power on her so turning the gravity back to normal might have been the first thing he should have done before getting all friendly, but greeting were important. Especially the punny greetings.

[Taylor Johnson]

Blinking, the redhead found herself suddenly floating in the air. Had she not been in the job she was and had gotten the training she had, she might have freaked out, though being around newly manifested students left her constantly on watch, and after having someone throw balls of fire at you, a little floating didn't seem all that bad. Shifting her gaze from the horse to the blonde, Taylor nodded slightly before pursing her lips.

''I'm fine,'' she said, arching her eyebrow. Her expression grew somewhat duller at his reaction to well, her. ''Well, I don't know; Maybe you can start with getting me down again?'' she said, gesturing towards her and the ground, which she was floating above. She did however attempt a smile; Men. Really, there was nothing else she could have thought about it. After all, she wasn't an oblivious sixteen year old anymore, that much was for certain. ''As much fun as it is, I think I prefer standing on my legs, ya know?''

Generally, Taylor tried to be pleasant, but generally adults didn't use their powers on others without their approval. And yes, this had been hammered into her head many times and yes she was a hypocrite for saying it. It was her inner bitch mixing with her inner recruiter and those two tended to never get along too well.

[Cyril Kingsley]

There was some pursing of lips from the redhead as Cyril saw her look from Ivy over to him, making him give a friendly and playful wave to her. "Oh manetastic." Cyril responded to her words about being in fine. He was pleased that she had not fallen and hurt herself, but he figured it was thanks to his powers. Sure she might have been fine and did not fall at all, but it was better safe than sorry right? Her expression changed and he pretty much figured out the reason behind that, helped by her actually making it pretty clear with her words. Right, can't just use your powers on someone. Pfft, I do what I want. No, set her down. Cyril had a little inner chat with himself for a moment as he worked on remembering how many time he had snapped to get her where she was now. If he snapped too many time or too little, well she would either walk funny or not be walking at all. "Right, sorry about that. Let me set you back down on your wonderful legs." Cyril said and snapping the right amount to get her back on her feet.

Once she was nice and settled he figured he work on smoothing over this little weightless bump they were already starting off with. "Ahem, my manenners. I'm Cyril Kingsley and I run everything stables related here at the school. Who might you be?" Cyril said using puns purely out of habit and could not help but to snicker a little because heck, he thought puns were great. Plus he was a punny guy so why would he not laugh at his own jokes and puns. He was pretty sure Ivy was rolling her eyes at him, but he was more or less distracted with the redhead. Not many of those around and he did always enjoy hid more so rare breed women. Clearly checking her out and not even hiding it, but kept his friendly bright smile.

[Taylor Johnson]

Really? Did he just.. Nope. She wasn't even going to go there. At all. There was absolutely no chance in hell that she was biting on the bait. Wonderful legs? Nope. He could try that all day long and he'd get nowhere. Because that was absolutely not how you hit on a woman; A sixteen year old girl, maybe. But an adult? Please. He was in way over his head.

Okay, so maybe she was overreacting a tiny bit. But really. Wonderful legs? Who said that to someone they didn't even know? Ack, well. At least he put her down and she hadn't exploded or anything, so there was that. ''Thank you,'' she said, again attempting to smile.

And the horse puns. God the horse puns...

''...Did you seriou- No, I don't want to know,'' she sighed and looked away, pinching the bridge of her nose. ''Who I am doesn't matter, and I'm here to tell you to keep sure the stables are locked tightly at night. There has been a few rumors going around and we wouldn't want this... Barn to become a love nest, now do we?'' No, they did not. And yes, she was fully aware over how incredibly stuck up she sounded. And she wasn't even sure why, but somehow this guy had managed to get on her bad side right off the bat. It was probably the horse. Or the smell. Or both. Whatever. She didn't care.

[Cyril Kingsley]

He had not been really trying to hit on her at least not yet, it was more of a 'hey look legs, oh they are nice' sort of thing. It was how his brain kind of worked making him a bit blunt and quick to speak his mind unless something would have been inappropriate for children. Wonderful legs was pretty PG, so he was not worried about that at all, but it was clear that she had not been impressed by it. "No problem, it was my fault for making you weightless." Cyril pointed out, which she had to already know, she was not stupid. He was just pointing out that she did not have to say thank you. Granted, if she did not say it, he might have just put her back up there for being rude, maybe even higher. He was the kind of guy that you did not want to get on his bad side, because you would likely end up hurt, even if you were female. He was not the chivalrous type and if someone could dish it out then they better be able to take it.

Oh, she does not like puns. Cyril thought as she seemed like that was what she was going to bring up but then changed her mind. He was tempted to use even more puns now, but he was being good, for now. His smile going away for a moment and she informed him about keeping the barn locked up so students were not having fun time in the barn. As if he would allow that to happen. He had cameras, so if they did, well he would find out, and likely embarrassed them. "Certainty not. I have a purrty kitty who takes care of any and all bird related issues." Cyril said giving a nod, which was true in terms of real birds and students because late at night his cat basically owned the barn and did not like to share. "However I know of many places that could be a love making nest if you were ever interested. The sky is not the limit." Cyril said, now flirting just a tiny bit, but not doing his best or anything. Not yet, no he still had to check her out a bit more.

[Taylor Johnson]

Cats and birds. Wow, okay. She didn't even know what that was supposed to mean, and something told her she didn't really want to either. Something was obviously off with this guy and his next line of words only furtherly proved this. ''Oh, I'm sure you do,'' she said, adding a sugar sweet smile to her harsh tone. Yeah, no. He could try as much as he wanted, but he wouldn't get anywhere. Though, she had a feeling he wasn't intentionally trying, and if he were, he had to be incredibly dense if he didn't notice that she was clearly not interested. ''But I think I'll pass. Thanks.''

Crossing her arms over her chest, the redhead stepped out of the way and turned her attention towards the stable again, eying it suspiciously. Well, at least she had informed him about the issue. They didn't exactly want a horde of pregnant teenagers running around as that would give the academy itself a bad image. They had promised to take care of the children and not ensure them getting into further trouble. (And no, she was not one to speak, considering her track record)

''Well, this was nice.'' Not really. ''But uh, the time. Yeeeah. It's late.'' It wasn't. ''So, I should probably... Yeah.''

[Cyril Kingsley]

Oh, yeah. Going to have to teach her some manners. Cyril thought to himself as he kept on his friendly smile, but it was going to end up changing soon. He really was just messing around, but she clearly was not interested in even a little fine. That was fine by him, but there was a thing called tack and doing things gently. Not that he was a gentle guy at all so he could not really complain or be offended by her harsh tone. He could however make her regret having one with him because he liked to think he was a nice guy, fun to be around, and punny. Not everyone thought that true, but if they made it obvious that they did not well, things were about to get interesting. "Shame, but I was starting to figure you were a bit tight." Cyril said, yes insulting her on purpose now as he kept a smile and a friendly tone. Moving to tie Ivy up so he could deal with this woman and not have to worry about a horse getting in the way or keeping him from his lack of judgment moments.

She clearly seemed to be all about business for this little meeting and it was not really clear or not if she liked horses or not, but the looks she was giving were pissing him off. He liked horses, a lot. He liked puns, a lot. People who had an issue with that could G.T.F.O., but not without having him deal with them in a few choice ways. He may have let her just leave but then the whole 'nice, but not really' just made that smile go away as he proceed to get real close and personal with her. "What to run that by me again? I was certain that you were a lady but I might have been wrong and you are in fact a bitch. Can you clear that up for me? Which are you?" Cyril asked adding a little 'hmm' to his question. "A lady would introduce herself at least. Clearly you must feel at home down here, being raised in a barn and all." Cyril said harshly, not even holding back the insults now.

[Taylor Johnson]

His insult had absolutely no affect on her and the redhead simply brushed it off with a snort. No, he had to do a lot better than that if he wanted to get any form of reaction out of her. Simple as that, really.

Arching her eyebrow, the mind walker turned to face the blonde as he again decided that opening his mouth was the best choice to make. Well, at least he had the balls, that was a lot more than she could say about certain other people. Though, his words again did not have a whole lot of affect. Lifting her fingers into the air, Taylor let one drop for each point she made, ''1. I do not, no. I'm pretty sure my intention and message was clear enough for me not having to repeat myself. 2. You're the one who used your ability on me without asking for my permission first, ergo violating my rights. 3. Just because I'm not amused by your puns and the fact that you were flirting does not make me a bitch, it makes me not interested. 4. It's incredibly sexist of you to even label someone as a lady simply because she doesn't do what you'd prefer her to. It's my own choice whether or not to share my name, and I don't particularly want to share it with someone who starts off a conversation by again making a sexist remark. 5. You're simply proving your own childishness by throwing an insult about someone's place of birth. Especially when you obviously know nothing about it. Don't be ignorant.''

Folding her hands, the woman cocked her head to the side, ''Summary; Violating personal rights. Sexual harassment. Sexism. Ignorance. Immaturity.'' Really? How insanely idiotic could an adult act? And this guy was supposed to be teaching the children?

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril grinded his teeth as she went on to raise her hand to count off on her fingers everything that he did wrong. Oh she was a treat. A special treat that seemed to be begging for him to completely lose his cool and add a six reason for her behavior towards him. He did like even numbers after all and if you were superstitious then six was a bad number and he was in a bad mood now so a bad number could fit him just fine. Her first point just added to his agitation as his hands formed into fist. The second, she was in the right, but it was not as if he had done it for giggle or anything. Then the rest of her points just pissed him off and offended him that she would say such things about him. Granted he could see a little how she could have summarized things that way, but it didn't mean she was right. Two could play at this 'game' or whatever this confrontation was turning out to be. Why did it have to be the first other staff member that he met had to go and bring out his bad side. He was like a new kid here, except a new adult.

"One, I was talking about the whole it’s been nice but not really comment when I asked for you to run it by me. Two, I was concerned you were going to fall so I was being nice and trying to prevent that. Yes, I should have asked, but when someone looks like they are about to fall, I don't really take the time to go on and ask 'oh hey, you are falling, mind if I use my power on you to stop that?'" Cyril said now doing the whole finger counting thing that she had done to make his points right back at her. "Three, I was not calling you a bitch because you did not like my jokes or puns, I was calling you one because of your lack of manners. Four, it is not what I prefer but what most people would like in return to know the name of someone they are talking to. Your gender has nothing to do with it. Lady is a polite term." Cyril pointed out, but yes he did see where she could have misunderstood his intentions. Seeing as she seemed to think he was upset with her over not liking his pun or jokes, it was her manners that were bothering him. "Lastly or fifth as you put it, that is kind of what an insult is meant to do. Not my fault I can't even get a name out of you, so it would be kind of a stretch to find out where you were actually born." Cyril said, moving to cross his arms so he could cool his temper a little bit, but it was becoming a very big challenge.

He cleared his throat then. "Summary, I didn't mean to. No. No. A little, but not really my fault. A tad bit." Cyril said, because he could be honest and knew he was not always mature, he was a bit of a kid, but he was alright with that. "Are you like this with everyone you meet or did I just catch you on a bad day?" Cyril asked, tilting his head, tempted to make a sexiest comment now, but her refrained.

[Taylor Johnson]

Pinching the bridge of her nose, the redhead closed her eyes as she shook her head. She couldn't believe she had gotten into an argument with the most ignorant idiot at the entire school. Seriously, who was this self-righteous? It was childish, it was annoying and it was flat out stupid. She wanted no part of it. ''Yeah, okay, I don't have the time for this. Sorry, munchkin, but you're on your own.'' Stepping away, Taylor tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned away from the man, whoever he was. Had he introduced himself? She couldn't remember. Did she care? No.

''I'm like this whenever I meet self-righteous idiots, so,'' she said and trailed off, ''But again, I don't have the time for this; So much to do, so little time, so I suppose I'll save us both a great deal of time and suggest we agree to disagree and stay out of each other's hair, yeah?'' Really, she had far better things to do.

Arguing with a stable boy was not one of them.

[Cyril Kingsley]

His jaw dropped, like he really could not believe this had happened between him and some woman he did not even know the name of. Well it was still happening and it was pretty clear that she planned on ending it and going about her business. His jaw still hung open and seemed to drop even more as she called him munchkin. Munchkin! I thought I was tall! Low blow, low blow. Cyril thought to himself as he was now wondering if he was really short or not. He was 6’1”. 6’1”! How was that worth of being called a munchin. Plus his spiky hair had to give him some height? Why was the whole height things even bothering him? Why was everything she was saying bothering him? Was it like him man period time and he was being overly sensitive and easy to offend? No, at least not internally. He didn’t like to be insulted and he didn’t like rude people. Especially when he had been friendly to start. You use your powers on someone to keep them from falling and it all over. Inner muttering as he grumbled a little, yes like a child because he was angry and knew he could not just deck her across the face on school grounds.

He moved to step in front of her, giving it at least one last attempt to make amends before she left hating him and the two of them forever possibly hating each other. “Look, look. I’m sorry. Yes I know I can be a bit of a kid and my emotions get the better of me when I’m angry and I apologize. Please just don’t walk from this hating me. You are the first staff I’m meeting here and you know how they say you never forget your first.” Cyril said, unable to help the little joke at the end, giving a friendly smile but then cleared his throat and tried to be serious. “Ahem, so if we could just…toss this under the bridge and start over another time?” Cyril asked as he clasped his hand together and gave sort f a puppy dog look, not really by choice.

[Taylor Johnson]

Stopping as the man stepped in front of her, Taylor held back the groan as she locked her gaze with the blonde's. What could he possibly want now? Really, hadn't they done enough as it was? Nope. Apparently not. As he was apologizing, Taylor had a hard time keeping herself from either rolling her eyes or making gag-noises. ''Hate you?'' she repeated, shaking her head, ''There's a fine line between annoyance and hate,'' she pointed out and pinched the bridge of her nose. Really, why did he even bother?

She didn't want to be this guy's friend. She didn't want to talk to him again. She didn't want to be around him. But apparently, he wasn't going to give up. Sighing, Taylor stepped back and folded her arms across her chest, ''Yeah, yeah, water under the bridge and all that.'' Arching her eyebrow, the redhead pursed her lips before once again sighing, ''There's plenty of other staff members for you to get to know, and quite frankly, our personalities does not match. At all. So why are you even bothering?''

And why was she even asking? She wanted to leave. Even his voice was starting to give her a headache.

[Cyril Kingsley]

This no named or better yet, unknown named woman locked her eyes on Cyril and he was not really bothered by it. In fact he was slightly pleased that she was giving him a form of focus and or attention, even if she clearly wanted to leave. “True, but if I am of a great annoyance you could end up hating me.” Cyril pointed out since he was pretty sure if someone annoyed you enough then you would not want to deal with them at all and was that not a form of hate? Not wanting to deal with anything of a person? Or was hate strictly reserved for when you just wanted someone dead or would not care if they disappeared off the face of the earth? He gave that a small ponder until she said it was all water under the bridge. He gave a small clap and smiled brightly at that. Even if he was pretty sure she was just staying it to get him to shut up and leave her alone. He was still going to take it in a positive light since he didn’t really want to leave this whole interaction in a bad mood.

“True, but they are not you and you are the first one that I met, so even if we don’t become friends, drinking buddies, fuck buddies, or rivals; I still want to make sure we end on a sort of good note.” Cryil said listing off the different possibilities of interactions he would end up having with another person, even if not in this case. I would be lucky if she was alright going to have a few drinks with me. Wonder if she knows how to handle her drinks? Cyril thought to himself as he tilted his head and looked her over to see if he could tell that way. She certainly had a personality like she could handle hard drinks like they were nothing. “I’m bothering because…” Cyril started to say but he didn’t really have a good reason other than not wanting to be left on a bad note with each other. “Well as I said before because I don’t want to leave the first person I met on a bad note and because…opposite attracts.” Cyril said crossing his arms and giving a small nod, pleased with his reasoning.

[Taylor Johnson]

What on earth was wrong with this guy? It was like watching a crossbreed between a bubbly teletubby and a retarded kitten. He wasn't worth the time she'd waste hating him, but of course, she couldn't very well tell him that. He'd probably cling to her leg like a damn puppy and cry his eyes out. Or, at least that was what she imagined him to be doing. Really, she didn't want anything to do with this weakling; He was more feminine than what she was! And yes, she was aware that she might not exactly be the most feminine girl to begin with. ''...If that was the case, then I'd already hate you. And I don't, so there.'' she said matter-of-factly.

And then he spoke again, which had the redhead's eyebrows arching upwards, ''No. No. No. And no.'' she fired back, rolling her eyes impatiently as she stepped to the side again. She didn't want to be his friend, she didn't want to drink with him, even if she could easily drink his smug face under the table and there was no chance in hell that she was going to end up sleeping with him. No way. Not before Hell froze over. ''Opposite attracts? Really? Where'd you hear that, Oprah? No. We're not friends. We won't be friends, and stop thinking about us ever having the potential of sleeping together. It makes me want to claw my own eyes out.''

There. That ought to get the message across, right?