Only Feeling High

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia smirked again, a little more inwardly this time. She didn't even bother responding to his reply. None was needed. She wondered what he would think of messing with some people if they got bored. though it didn't really seem like they would get bored of the conversation too easily. They were both far too enamoured by eachother's sheer sass by now she figured.

The girl found his reaction amusing. "I dunno. You might NOT be a jock, but your totally have the attitude for it." She teased. He wasn't actually in too bad shape from what she could tell. She herself was in fairly good shape, athletically speaking. She always made sure to keep her self in such in case she ever needed to run away from something, of if she ended up in a fight she had no chance of coming out on top in.

"Ha.Ha. Well. I guess you will just have to wait and see. Though I dunno if I'd use hellfire, maybe something a little more direct" She winked at him again. The girl glanced out across the field and saw a bunch of rowdy football players fucking around with younger students, probably bullying them. She yawned.

"Fucking maggots." she murmured.

[Oliver King]

"Yeah? Ouch," he said mockingly as his head shook. "Though, I'm starting to wonder if your insults just mean you really like me instead," he teased. He could deny it as much as he wanted; to actually have someone who managed to go head to head with him was endearing. It was new, and he absolutely loved it. Most people either shied away, or acted stupidly. This girl however had a whole lot of fight he'd never seen in anyone before.

She was who she was and she made no damn excuse for it. It was... Nice.

Grinning, Oliver issued another laugh. "Damn, patience; My biggest weakness." Oliver followed her gaze towards the field, his brows narrowing somewhat as he pursed his lips. It was a good thing he didn't care much for the people around, otherwise he might have felt inclined to actually help the poor kids. Though, he also strongly believed that no one could help you like yourself could. If they wanted to put an end to it, they could grow a damn spine and solve their own issues.

Her response to it was peculiar, if anything. "Don't care much for bullies?" he asked, turning his gaze towards her. She didn't strike him as the kind of girl who'd care about something as trivial, but he supposed that every devil had their weaknesses.

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia felt another smile creep across her face like an infection at his reply. God, it was so odd and endearing to be able to just swap insults head to head with the boy. She was really going to have to give him her number at the end of this. They could really fuck with some idiots with the level of sparks the two of them seemed to be generating. And he himself had STILL continued to hold her interest.

He laughed again. Laughter in a conversation with her that was unironic was actually quite a nice thing to fall onto her ears. "I know that one. Impatiance is where it's at these days though." She smirked at him. Olivia was certainly not one for patience. She was really bad with it actually, and also at times (Meaning around 90% of all of her social interaction ever ever) she also had a really bad time controlling her temper and when she would go for someone and leave them in a heap.

She almost laughed at the comment. "Oh hell no, I couldn't give a flying fuck. Jocks just have an aura of braindead that makes me want to kneecap them." she admitted.

[Oliver King]

Nodding in response, Oliver chuckled. "Yeah? And yet you compare me to those guys." Thankfully, Oliver knew he was far from braindead. Otherwise, he might actually have gotten offended-- yeah, okay, so probably not. His ego was far too big, and far too sturdy for anyone to properly offend him. Unless said people were someone who knew him inside and out, and even then Oliver managed to keep some kind of cool.

He was brilliant like that.

"Well," he began, his brow eyes fleeting over the scenery below for a moment. "Look at it this way; without dumb people, there would be no smart people. Without villains, there would be no heroes. Without evil, there would be no good." He tossed the girl a quick glance before shrugging. "So, thanks to these braindead idiots, it's easier for us to spot those who aren't."

It was also incredibly easy for Oliver to make comments like that, because thanks to the way he'd lived his life, he'd been in several instances where he'd witnessed such things first hand.

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia smirked again, giving off a large shrug. "I said you had the right ATTITUDE. I didn't say you were braindead." She chuckled. "Well, not completely, anyway." She teased. There were very few people who could well and truly get to Olivia, true that she was angry almost all of the time, but that didn't nessicarily mean anybody upset her. Nobody she ever saw knew how to push those buttons, and her power helped insure that too.

She listened to the boy's ramble intently, arching an eyebrow lightly. She didn't really need a changed point of view. But his point of view on the matter was a little interesting. In a cute and kind of niave kind of way. She always felt like laughing at the notion of heroes and villans and good and evil. Sure, things could contrast, but nothing was ever ever black and white. Even when it appeared to be, it was usually a case of strong contrast and a lack of context.

"Well I'll agree that the contrast makes them easy to spot, even as much as I'll label almost everyone a maggot, or just a moron. I know that nothing is truley black and white. So while I agree with your sentiment to a degree, it's also flawed as far as I'm concerned." It was an unusually well thought out response for the girl to give off.

She went back to playing with her lighter, actually sparking it up a little bit and glancing at the orange flame.

[Oliver King]

"Of course," he replied. "I never said there wasn't things between the lines," he winked at her before tapping his temple with his index finger. "It's less about the contrast, and more about the opinion," he continued. "No one is ever truly evil or truly good. Even the best deeds are made of selfish reasons. Like for example, you might think that helping other people out are done out of the goodness of your heart, but at the end of the day, people only do such things to make themselves feel better." Oliver had never, ever been the naive kind. In fact, he was rather cynical for someone so young, and someone as bright.

Then again, it was the same brightness that had eventually lead him to look at the world through such dim and gloomy glasses, but it surely didn't help much that he at the end of the day knew he was better than them all. Feeling superior and being arrogant was characteristics he'd always carried, simply because he'd been told from a young age that that was how the world worked.

When you were raised with the opinion that you were better and could do better, it was hard not to grow arrogant and expect nothing but greatness from yourself. Too bad it was usually misplaced. At least in the boy's case.

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia wasn't the type who found it hard to admit when she was wrong about someone. So the boy was actually fairly clever then. It was always nice to meet people who weren't naive. Other's might call their kind cynics, she liked to think of them as realists. People who didn't care if another person had it worse, they knew that each individual's problems were their own, they knew that the world was a fucked up and dark place, with all sorts of nightmares lurking the shadows.

To some, Olivia might be one of those nightmares. To those that knew her, they would know that she was simply an angry person turned cynic by seeing too much of the darkness that covered the planet. Just because she knew that she had been wrong about the boy, didn't mean she was going to actually compliment him. "Fair point you make." She nodded.

A slightly cold wind blew past them, the girl was used to this kind of thing from her years fending for herself, so didn't shiver like any of the other people nearby, and simply blew a stray strand of hair that had blown down into her vision out of her eyes.

[Oliver King]

As the gust of wind blew past the duo, Oliver's hand immediately went to the top of his head to secure the gray beanie located at the top of his head. His eyes squinted slightly, but thanks to the sun and his fairly thick sweater, he didn't mind all that much. After all, he'd spend the past six years of his life at the school, and had grown accustomed to the rapidly changing weather just like any other student who spent years stuck in the middle of nowhere Montana.

Pushing himself away from the railing, Oliver shrugged his shoulders as he went to take a seat down on one of the benches. "So, where you from?" he asked, tossing the girl a quick glance. He hadn't seen her around, which again, meant that she wasn't the attention seeking kind. Most of the students that were known, were known for a reason.

Like the Bellefonte Princess and her twin, or that radio host lurking around them. Or the princess' lapdog, that french boy. Or that little talkative imp that seemed to run around, having the craziest ideas. They were all known for a reason. This girl, and himself, were not. In Oliver's case, it was because he chose not to be.

[Olivia Smith]

Olivia wasn't the type to care about a great deal many things, including the weather, and most of the other little kids running around and yapping at each other and having sex all the time and just generally being nuisance The whole little Bellefonte lineage, all of the teachers and all of the college students. She could give two shits about any of it. She didn't care for the high school drama, she didn't care for high school.

The girl blinked at his question, having been lost in her own world for a moment. She slowly descended the stairs towards the male, thinking on her answer. She wouldn't be extremely specific, but she didn't see any point in hiding too much. "I'm from up in Pennsylvania. And from there, here, there. Around. I wandered for a while." She didn't really give anywhere more specific than that.

The girl studied him for a moment before dropping onto a bench one above him. "And yourself? What corner did you crawl out of?" She muttered. Olivia generally stuck to herself. Any affiliations she had with others would probably be people being scared of her, ignoring her, or knowing her because they knew she was friends with Lucy.

[Oliver King]

"Ah, a traveler," he noted, nodding. "I can respect that." He supposed he could see the girl do that. She didn't strike him as the type who'd settle down anywhere or have anyone to keep her stationed somewhere unless it was forced. He even bet that the girl wouldn't have been at the school if it wasn't forced on her, just like so many other students who seemed all too eager to leave.

Oliver on the other hand strongly believed that mutants were superior to humans and would end up ruling the earth one day, and what better place was then to stay, than the peak of mutant community?

"New York born and raised," he replied. "Stayed there until I got picked up by the school at the age of eleven along with two other kids from the neighborhood." He didn't get too specific himself about the importance Gemma and Sarah held to him. Not because he was ashamed, but because he had a habit of making enemies, and he preferred said enemies not to target the two only people he could claim he honestly cared about.

[Olivia Smith]

'Traveller' was a nicer way of putting Olivia's life situation for several years, rather than 'street rat'. She wasn't ashamed of having lived on the streets or anything. It wasn't as if any of it had been her fault. And she had met her best friend in the world there, so something good and positive had actually come out of the whole situation after all, which was nice.

"Damn right you can respect that." she smirked. The conversation was STILL going. It dawned on Olivia that his was extremely unusual and that the boy must have interested her even more than she realised if she hadn't attacked him, walked away from him or just started ignoring him by this point. Or maybe she was just feeling ever so slightly more like a normal, sociable human being today. Or not.

She gave off a mock whistle. "So you've been here what, a year?" She smiled. "In all seriousness though, that seems like far too long to me. I can't imagine having been here that long." She admitted. The girl had after all, only been here for a few months. Her and Lucy had been picked up and dragged to the academy as a pair.

[Oliver King]

"Good one," he smiled. He nodded at her next words, pursing his lips slightly as he looked down towards the training field. "Well, neither of us have a choice," he said as he shook his head. So his assumption had been right then. The girl was new - or fairly new, anyways. He supposed that made sense, with her previous attitude too. It was obvious she trusted few people, and liked them even less. Good. That was a good quality to have.

Especially as so few people were worth your trust. Oliver surely wasn't, and the girl would make a grave mistake putting her trust in him. He was selfish and only looked out for himself, and Gemma and Sarah, of course, but that was because he'd known them his whole life. They were like family to him, and they had been there through every hardship.

That kind of friendship didn't go by unrewarded. "We're all stuck here until the school sees it fit for us to leave." To be fair, Oliver could already have been in college if he'd wanted to - or graduated, for that matter. But he had too much yet to accomplish.

[Olivia Smith]

Livvie nodded knowingly. "Yeah, I thought so." She smirked playfully. She also found herself wondering what age the boy exactly was. She placed him at a student age, but she wasn't the best at judging other's ages simply by taking a look at them. She then nodded to his second comment. "Few people do. Lots of the kids seem to be all excitable and think that they are going to be super heroes like those they've read in comics. It's laughable, really."

Olivia wasn't just cynical, she was guarded. There was one person the planet who she regularly had access to that she trusted, and she wouldn't even consider trusting someone else. Her relationship with Lucy wasn't even something she was able to put into words. They were just there for each other. It was almost as if they fit the fantasy image of family that places like Bellefonte seemed to like painting.

She nodded in agreement again. "Again, correct. Though to be perfectly honest I don't really have much reason to leave anyway." Her life, for so long had been about survival. Her mind was just wired into it. She didn't have a neutral state. She didn't have a set of plans out for her life. All she had, was the day to day motions and awareness that she carried with her. She just had to hope it was enough.

[Oliver King]

He nodded sagely before shrugging. "Whatever floats their boat, I suppose." Though, in fairness, he couldn't really blame them. It was a logical conclusion to come to, after all, with the whole "having super powers" ordeal. He supposed it simply made it a little bit easier for people to cope that way, instead of looking at the cold, hard facts, which was as simple as this school ripping children from their homes and forcing them to stay at a place they didn't even know.

Then again, he also understood why, seeing as how many excuses they made for the world not being quite ready for mutants. Part of him agreed. When the world was though, Oliver would stand in the front, ready to make the world bow.

"That separates you from the herd then," he smirked. "Most people either love the school, or hate it." He wasn't sure which category he fit under. He didn't particularly like the school, nor did he care much for it. It was the mutant community he was interested in.

[Olivia Smith]

The brunette shrugged in response too. Her shoulders returning to their normal position quickly after. She didn't really agree. People should just not... be naive or idiots. It would save them so much pain and suffering in the long run. Well she could kind of get her head around the wanting to escape reality factoring into it, hell she had done that before when she was little.

She still thought it was stupid.

She kind of understood where the academy's reasoning for it's actions came from, though she didn't feel any pride as a mutant, or a human. She generally didn't give a fuck about most things. She just skimmed along through life, survived, and protected her friends. Well, her friend. Singular.

She smirked. "Yes, you'll probably find that I'm quite separate from the sheep. There isn't any point in hating an institution like this. Hating individuals? That makes sense. That's personal. hating an object or an idea? You're a fucking moron." She snickered. The same thing applied to loving them, though she didn't say that out loud.