A Contemplation Upon Flowers {Riley}

[Casper Hall]

                  

It was easy to soar up high. To imagine yourself lifting off into the sky, floating above the clouds and the rush of furious winds rustling in your hair. To shake hands with the rulers of the sky and watch the world under you, a dazzling scene of lush green and blinding blue. It was easy, if one had the imagination and the willpower. That is why Man had made planes, the dratted noisy things. Man had the desire to fly, but chose to ignore the consequences of their achievements.
And he hated them for it.

He hated their nonchalance, their carelessness and their arrogance. But who was he to stop them? Right. I'm a mutant with mastery of nature. Riiiiight. Casper lay on his back and smiled, soaking up the moonlight on his face and stretching to remove the kinks in his bones. The night air around him felt crisp and cool. It was mid-February after all. He needed the fresh air to thrive. It energized him, running from his nostrils and into his bloodstream, giving him a tingly feeling in his cheeks. He rolled over onto his face and took in the rich smell of earth, familiarizing himself with the location.

Ever since he had come here two weeks ago, Casper focused on getting settled into his position as a member of staff. He was grateful for them taking him in and allowing him an opportunity to train both himself and the others around him. So far, he had learned the hard way that he had no control whatsoever over the beasts that roamed the land. It was comical, the way he had headed courageously into the forest surrounding the school, only to come back out with several bite marks and a hole in his pants. It was more than slightly disappointing, but he could live with it.

Casper Hall, master florist. Yeesh. He sighed and flipped over onto his back again to stare at the endless mystery that was the starry sky, wondering if he should go clean all the rubbish up from around the Academy and dump it in people's houses. Or lay here and enjoy the night. Either way, it felt as if nothing could possibly interrupt the serenity.

[Riley Coleson]

Walking through the forest with the six pack of beers in one hand and his hair in the other. God, he really couldn't see shit. It was way too dark and he was way too... Well, okay, he was only making excuses for himself. He wasn't really that drunk, barely even tipsy. He was simply annoyed about his friend ditching him for a trip up to sex-it-up mountain and here Riley was left to walk home.

Then again, how many times hadn't Riley pulled the exact same move with his friends? He wasn't really in any position to be mad or complain. At least he still had his beer.

Pushing himself through the bushes and trees, Riley finally made it to an opening, a field perhaps. He didn't really care all that much. He just hoped that despite his poor sense of direction, he was on his way back to the school. What he didn't pay attention to however was the fact that a few steps away, someone was lying on the ground and in all his glorious annoyance, Riley managed to trip over that poor somebody.

Finding himself on the ground, Riley let out a groan and rolled onto his back, ''Fucking hell, man. Watch where yer laying yer body, will ya?'' he growled and rubbed the back of his head before sitting up, trying to catch a glance at whoever he'd fallen over. Hopefully it was a horny chick with a nice pair of tatas and a pair of legs ready to be spread.

Hopefully.

[Casper Hall]

One of Casper's wonderfully gifted abilities was the power to sense someone near him. Maybe he was tired or his spidey senses had gone to bed early. Especially some lumbering male with clinking bottles. It somehow came as a surprise to him when he was kicked in the side and trodden upon by some mysterious figure. Zane rubbed his bruised side before slipping his phone out of his pocket and taking a few pictures of the person with the flash on. "Perfection." Casper chuckled as he scrolled through the shots. He had no idea why, but it would probably prove useful sometime later on in life.

"Well, aren't you just a foul-mouthed bundle of joy. Good evening to you too." He said dryly, propping up himself on his elbows. He eyed the stranger warily, before sending a vine to feel out the land. It came across a carton of beer, which he removed a drink from and placed in his own hand, knocking off the cap and putting it to his lips. "Tastes cheap. You know, if you're going to walk around with this stuff, you should at least buy some quality goods." He wasn't much for beer. It tasted vile, but he downed the contents anyway, wiping his mouth and slipping the empty bottle into his bag to throw into a recycling bin.

"I really hope you weren't on the prowl for chicks. Hopefully, you didn't fall on a raging boner or your ego or anything. Like, yikes." Casper rose to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets, glaring at the moron who had disrupted his serenity.

[Riley Coleson]

Blinking at the sudden flash of light, Riley rubbed his eyes and scowled, ''What the hell man,'' he growled and once more, rubbed his now itching eyes. What the fuck was this guy's problem? Maybe he was one of those freak taking pictures of boys and then later hung them up on his bedroom wall. The thought made Riley shrug. He had nothing against homosexuals as long as they stayed far away from him. And they could take pictures of his perfect face as much as they wanted as long as Riley didn't know about it.

His scowl turned into a glare as the other male continued to speak, and Riley let out an annoyed sigh, pursing his lips, ''Whatever man, I've got nothing to say to- hey that's my beer!'' he let out at the sound of the cap of the beer being opened. Whatever. There was more where that came from anyways. Besides, it wasn't like he had planned to drink it all anyways, ''What's the point in buying something expensive when you're just going to drink it all for the sake of getting drunk anyways,'' he pointed out and pushed himself off of the ground, wiping away the dirt from his clothes.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Riley turned his attention towards where he thought the school was located, ''Since you clearly have so little experience on the matter, I'll tell you a little secret; If you're looking for girls, the forest isn't the best place to look, unless you want some tree-hugging freak who chains themselves to trees in a pathetic attempt to save the 'nature','' Those people scared the shit out of him. And he had enough crazy girls running around him without having to actually go out and look for them.

Riley bent down to pick up his remaining beer and chuckled, ''You're a friendly guy, aren't ya?''

[Casper Hall]

As it concerned the pictures, he'd probably send them to that slanderous blog that everyone was raving about. He was no gossiper, but this guy was being kind of a dick. Arrogant pricks got no love. He had probably been doing the Walk of Fame from the girl's dorms before he stubbed his toe. What girls saw in a guy like him was a mystery.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea it was yours. I just thought someone left a carton of beer behind on school grounds. You could tear me open for it, if you'd like." Zane was also a dick, but it only occurred when dealing with the masculine gender. He couldn't see anything wrong with that, because, they're men and can take crap like that. He had encountered the occasional wuss who couldn't man up, and with such ones he mentored them into responsible young fellows if they took his counsel. If they didn't, then so be it.

"Ah, but it's the principle of the matter. A drink tells a lot about the drinker. For example, this tells me you're a cheap, slovenly sort of guy who is unable to tell the difference between a nice young lady and a hooker." It was a bit harsh sounding to his ears, but it probably bounced of the boy like bullets fired at bulletproof glass. It all mattered on what one thought of his self.

"It's so unfortunate that I'm one of those 'tree-huggers'. But I have rolled around in the sack with your mother a few times, so I believe I have enough experience." Casper was seeking a beatdown, but he couldn't restrain the words coming out of his mouth. His brain just wasn't fast enough.

Seriously, the guy looked large enough to put a serious dent in his face. And what was he capable of? Throwing flowers at him, albeit dangerously thorny and poisonous flowers. He had a little more faith in his abilities than it seemed.

"Yep, I'm friendly. Wanna be buddies?" He taunted, enjoying himself immensely.