Only Feeling High

[Oliver King]

Peeking his head up, Oliver squinted his eyes at the person who dared interrupt his afternoon nap. He was currently splayed out over once of the benches on the bleachers, his beanie halfway pulled down to over his face. Grumbling, a hand came up to scratch the top of his head as he pulled his beanie further up and away from his eyes. His eyes then fell upon a tiny brunette that looked more like one of those annoying imps you often saw in cartoons than a real girl.

Stifling a yawn, Oliver remained laying flat on his stomach, but he propped his head up and leaned his chin against the palm of his hand. Blinking the sleep away, it was made brutally obvious that while this tiny little creature was milling about, being all kinds of loud and annoying, there was little sleep to be found.

Ah well, maybe it was for the best.

"You sure are a loud little demon spawn, ain't ya?" he noted dryly, his free hand coming up to rub at the corner of his eyes. He couldn't remember seeing the girl around before, so either she was new, or she was the kind of person who avoided people like the plague. Or maybe she was just so insignificant no one ever noticed her. He supposed it could be either or, or all three.

Not that it mattered of course. It rarely did when it came to Oliver.

Tag: Olivia Smith

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia was trying to enjoy her afternoon as best she could, she got out of her stuffy dorm, thoroughly avoided her room mates and then proceeded to go outside in the sun, sunlight was nice, especially when you didn't have to worry about burning for having been provided with clean clothes and sunscreen. She wasn't one who cared massively for these things, but on occasion and reflection of the last few years of her life, it was actually kind of nice to be able to not worry about things and be comfortable.

That was, until she noticed a napping teenager, without a care in the world, and the cynic that spent it's days inside of her head, whispering into her ear suggested he was TOO easy going for her tastes, until she stood on a can someone had left, scowled down at it and then booted it a few meters. He seemed to stir and look at her.

She glanced stoicly as he yawned and spoke. "And you're an easily disturbed manchild, aren't you?" She retorted. She could rest pretty much anywhere she put her mind to without too much trouble, but could wake up when she needed to pretty well at the same time. Useful survival skills as far as she was concerned. She tilted her head, sizing him up a little bit. "You know that you mumble in your sleep?"

[Oliver King]

Grinning at the girl's response, he was mildly amused at her feisty respond. Tipping an imaginary hat in her direction, Oliver stifled another yawn. "Close, but not quite. Not as much a man child as just a child," he shrugged. After all, he was just seventeen. Not nearly a man, according to society. His light brown eyes studied the girl for a moment before he shrugged once again. "Do I? Huh, I suppose that beats wettin' my pants." Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Oliver stretched his arms up above his head.

"What did I mumble about?" he asked, only partly curious. "Did I say somethin' about how much I'd prefer you down on all four, instead of standin' in front of me with that mean glare? If so, then I'm not sorry, because it's true. But hey, I'm nothin' more than a hormonal teenager," he added dryly as his arms dropped to his sides. Hey, even Oliver King could joke about himself. That was part of his arrogance, after all. He knew exactly who he was and what he was capable of.

Not even this little Spitfire could crush his giant ego. He wasn't sure of anyone could. That was the brilliant thing about knowing that you were better than your peers. Which naturally came from having an IQ of a genius. It made you feel increasingly more superior. And he had no reason to hide that about himself.

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia smirked at the boy's response. It wasn't all that often that she got that kind of retort. The teenager might actually prove to provide Olivia with some form of entertainment after all. "I dunno, you wetting your pants might have also been a sight to behold." She snickered.

"All sorts of things." she muttered. She wasn't really paying a huge amount of attention to what he had specifically been saying. "Well, you were drooling a little. So probably. You can but dream, I guess." she yawned intentionally. The girl pretending to be checking her nails and then glanced back to him, as if she were surpised he was still awake, or still there to begin with.

"Yeah. I guess you are just a normal hormonal teenager. You're right. You are nothing more." She snickered. She was actually enjoying this conversation a fair bit more than she would probably be admitting to people.

[Oliver King]

Nodding, Oliver pursed his lips. "I would agree with you, if the laughs wouldn't have been on my behalf." Clearly, this girl was far more sadistic than what he'd first anticipated, though Oliver had to admit that it was a breath of fresh air. He seemed to meet too many socially awkward kids these days, it was nice to finally meet someone who didn't belong in that group.

"Ah, that'd explain it then," he shrugged. "Ah well, glad we got that out on the table." The simple fact that the girl looked down on her nails, making it seem as if she was disinterested in their conversation was amusing to say the least. If she truly was as disinterested in this as she made it seem, he had a feeling she was the type to either call him out, or simply walk away. She didn't strike him as the kind of girl that'd sit idly by and put herself through the fire just for the heck of it.

A hand came to splay across Oliver's heart as he winched, feigning a wounded expression. "My lady! Your words cuts like the sharpest daggers made of the finest steel! How will I ever go on living after this?" His hand dropped then simultaneously as his head shook. Issuing a low laugh, Oliver peered up at the girl, offering her a grin.

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia chuckled lightly. The boy had some semblance of a sense of humour. That was good at least. Maybe she wouldn't really need to physically mess with the boy to get entertainment out of him, which was a refreshing change. She'd need to put in less effort at the very least. Not that she was lazy or anything. He was also fairly confident in himself it appeared, not awkward, shy, or a jock. None of the usual ones.

She smirked again. The boy seemed to take anything she dished out or teased him with right on the nose. That was also pretty refreshing, it wasn't as if he was trying to pretend they weren't getting to him or anything, he just shrugged them straight off and barrelled onwards. It was fairly abnormal for the pampered little shits the academy usually seemed to spawn around the brunette like weeds. 

"Ahh, but steel isn't fun. You want something more jagged. But I get the feeling you'd find a way to carry on hitting on anything with a pulse either way. It's almost adorable in a pathetically endearing way. Almost." 

[Oliver King]

Lifting his hands in mock surrender, Oliver offered the girl a sheepish smile. "Hey, what can I say," he shrugged. "Though, we've already been over this. Just another hormonal teenager, right?" The girls words were all taken in stride. Even he could enjoy insults being prod at him. Had he not been his usual arrogant and confident self, he might have taken some offense to the girl's words - then again, that would mean he'd actually have to give two shits.

Which he clearly didn't.

"What about yourself, Spitfire? You seem awfully good at dishin' it out, are you as good at takin' it too?" He quirked his eyebrow as he leaned his elbows against his knees and leaned forward. He had a feeling the girl wasn't one who took very kindly to insults offered by strangers. She had a lot of personality, that much was obvious. She clearly didn't take any kind of bullshit either - unless it was directed towards others. It was an interesting observation to make.

He had to remember that for future use. "Besides, you don't strike me as the type that'd find anythin' adorable."

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia actually felt a smile tugging at her lips. An almost alien feeling for a genuine smile to be forming there. The way that he just carried on smiling and taking everything she threw at him in his stride. She hadn't really encountered this before. It was both intruiging and frustrating to her. It was like coming up against Lucy, he just shrugged everything off, like a bullet proof vest.

Even the nickname almost made her smile. He was getting to her, but not in anyway she expected. He was kind of funny. She hadn't felt like smiling or laughing around another person casually since she had been little, and in school. This was so freaking weird to her. She shrugged. "Depends on your definition of good." The tilted her head. "I'm not exactly going to go and cry my non existent make up away if you're a dick, I might set you on fire for shits and giggles though." She gave a cheshire grin.

She smirked. "What type do I strike you as then, Hmm?" She queered.

[Oliver King]

"That is the question, isn't it?" he winked. His hand came to touch upon his heart once more as he issued a low laugh. "A girl after my own heart," he nodded. "Sadistic and has a sense of humor. Do tell, where have you been all my life?" Even Oliver had to admit that this girl was intriguing. It was nice to know that this school held something more than fools, idiots and dumbasses. Sure, the girl clearly had issues, but in a way, that just made her all the more charming.

His hands sunk into his pockets as his head tilted. He fell silent then as he studied the girl for a moment. "I'm not here to psycho analyze you, Spitfire, and somehow, I doubt you'd like that very much. You are what you are, and you strike me as exactly that; someone who acts as themselves, regardless of what anyone else might think of it." His expression turned slightly more serious then.

Stepping forward, Oliver leaned over the railing. Looking out over the field below for a few seconds, he turned and pressed his back against the metal bars. "Though, seeing as you've yet to light me on fire, I must be doin' somethin' right." He offered her a smile. "So far," he added quickly.

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia was gradually getting used to the presence of the arrogant boy, and the nickname actually made her feel like smiling. It was something oddly suiting and almost flattering. She got the feeling that there was actually slightly more to the boy than met the eye. He seemed to be the kind of person who, even though appeared thoroughly arrogant with his demeanour, would probably have a close friend or a close circle of friends, whom he intimately trusted. Damn. He was like her. Ew.

Livvie, unfortunately was not the best for coming up with nicknames for others. Though, as she discovered she was right, and the boy actually seemed to have some modecum of respect for her. She'd refrain from actually setting him on fire. It was quite shocking to her system actually. Most people she knew were either terrified, upset, or angered as a result of her actions and or words. He, wasn't.

She raised an eyebrow at the boy and leaned back against the railing on the other side, her hands behind her. "Well, that silver tounge of yours has kept you safe from becoming flammable." She admitted. "So far." She smirked, her lips actually spreading into a genuine smile. Dammit, the little fucker had gotten to her.

She studied his body language closely. She wasn't going to psychoanylse anyone either, but she was interested in him.

[Oliver King]

Bowing his head, Oliver chuckled. "You flatter me, My Lady." This had not at all been his intention, which truthfully, made this entire interaction all the more interesting. Normally, when Oliver talked to people, there was something he wanted, or needed. He rarely sat around like this wasting his time with people he had no need for. This was... Different. He couldn't quite say why, but for once, he actually found himself enjoying the presence of someone other than his two childhood friends, and that revelation was... New.

"Let's hope I mange to keep myself staying that way," he grinned. "I have a feelin' I wouldn't look particularly good as a pile of ash. Woe is me, how would I ever manage to hit on anythin' with a pulse, let alone actually get laid?" Such basic needs had never been in Oliver's nature. Sure, he felt the urges just as much as any other seventeen year old boy, but he also had an explicit amount of self control. "But I suppose that'd only give you all the more reason to save the world from another pervert."

He looked over at the girl then, nodding slightly before he continued. "So, what's the fascination with fire? Poison not brutal enough for ya?"

[Olivia Smith]

Livvie continued to actually enjoy the boy's company. He was genuinely making her feel like laughing. However a kind of childish stubbornness was settling in, it wasn't really as if she had an image to maintain or anything, she wasn't even sure why. She just didn't want to laugh in front of him. She'd already smiled, so that much was okay. She just... didn't want to give him another inch...

She smirked again. "You can only hope." she nearly chuckled at the pile of ash comment, but resisted the urge, just smiling slightly wider instead. "Pffft, who wants to save the world. I say let you loose in it and cause some more chaos." She was serious. She wasn't the type to save another person, for any reason whatsoever. Unless they were her best friend or one and only sibling.

The whole world could fucking burn for all she cared. As the boy mentioned fire again, she had pulled out her zippo from her pocket and was messing with it in her fingers gently. "Fire is bright. It's effective. It hurts. It's also warm if you're cold. It's just useful." She shrugged. "Or I could just go for bare hands. Or nails" She winked at him.

[Oliver King]

"Fair enough," he nodded in agreement. He could see that, and in many ways, he actually agreed. There was few people he cared about, and the rest? They could all crawl into a hole and die for all he cared. He had never claimed to be a very compassionate person. There was a select few people he cared for, and those he protected with everything he had. "Ah, she's smart too," he grinned. "Is there something you're not, if I dare ask? I'd rather you lay it all out on the table so I know when to protect my heart," he added with a wink.

His light brown eyes dropped to the lighter the girl was play with and his face grew serious as he nodded thoughtfully at her words. "Hm," he said, pursing his lips. "I guess I've never thought about it like that before." Fire was useful. In many more ways than what the girl had listed, though, there was one word in particular that she'd chose that stuck out more than the rest; It's bright. A creature attracted to the light wasn't nearly as bad as they made themselves out to be. So then why did she put on such a defensive, aggressive front?

"A girl who's not afraid to get her hands dirty. I can admire that," he said honestly. Too many females that ran around, too afraid they'd get their hair messed up, it was refreshing to see someone who didn't mind one bit. The girl had a strong character, who also happened to be incredibly guarded. It was unique, if anything.

[Olivia Smith]

At least the boy was also agreeing to her as well, he seemed to have fairly sensible world views. She was fairly sure even Lucy didn't think about things quite the same way she did. Lucy was more... apathetic to things instead, though the amount she got high probably helped to that front. Olivia didn't do that all that often, it didn't help she was naturally resistant to drugs either.

She smirked at his comment and threw her arms "Hmmm let me think... I'm not very nice?" She winked again. She was genuinely enjoying this conversation now, no intrigue, no just amusing herself. She wanted to stick around and chat more. She literally could not remember the last time she had felt this way about a conversation with someone. Years, at the very least. Her and Lucy were easy, her and her sister were difficult... but doable.

Her and this boy... She just wanted more. She wasn't even quite sure why. "You don't know the half of it." She smiled at him again. "And a teen who isn't a complete and utter jock, and or fucking moron. I guess I can deal with that too."

[Oliver King]

"Even better," he replied with a grin. Well, who was he to judge? He wasn't particularly nice himself. In fact, he was an arrogant asshole who happened to be incredibly selfish and blunt - at least to some degree. He didn't care about people. He cared about himself, and his small circle of friends, whom had all earned his trust and respect, which didn't come very easily. There was very few people in the world whom he bothered sticking around, and...

...and it was surprising that this little devil spawn happened to be one of them.

"Well, do you see this face?" he gestured at himself. "Not exactly jock material." He grinned a little at that. Sure, he didn't have the worst body, and he did work out a lot, but nothing about him screamed athlete. Most people seemed to take a look at him and think "nerd" or "loser" rather than anything else, and he didn't mind. It helped him keep a low profile, just like he wanted.

"And is that a compliment I hear? My oh my, is the Spitfire growing soft on me? Ah, it can be nothing more than an elusive trick to lead me into the hellfire, I'm sure," he chuckled. There was a quote he'd read in a play that seemed to fit the girl perfectly; though she be but little, she is fierce.