Oh Look, A Spot

[Señor Sunday Friday]

There was a long yawn escaped from his lips as he looked at the mess on the floor, what it had once been who knew but what it was and is is a mess and Hector Lewis McFranklin was in charge of getting it cleaned up. He mimed the action of mopping and as if by magic- wait now, this is Twilight Moon- so then more appropriately- by magic with no 'as if' required the mess was being mopped away. His olive colored eyes looked down at his work and he seemed to be the kind of person you'd never notice at all. He was a man appearing to be around his late thirties and he was the resident magical janitor.

Perth was seated on the floor, watching the invisible mop push around the mess that slowly dissipated into nothingness. Neat trick. His tail twitched slightly before being absorbed away as well as his ears which were replaced with normal ones so he had the appearance of a normal being with the exception of oddly colored hair. He narrowed his eyes for a few moments before shrugging and standing up, his amusement with the situation gone entirely and making it so now he had to find some other way to occupy his mind. Janitors were decidedly not very fun to watch.

[Noro]

Azuintaeya watched from her perch. She sat on top of a podium posted near the wall in a far back corner. How it got there or why it was there in the first place, she didn't know. But no one seemed to have any claim on it so she sat contentedly, minding her own business.

She was rather bored and didn't have anything special to do. Twilight Moon Academy had been somewhat vacant lately due to summer holidays and the sudden urge for many of her peers to go vacationing. It sucked. Being the person that she was, she didn't really have anywhere else she could go. She was doomed to be alone, not that she was accompanied by anyone before. She had a habit of sticking to herself.

A fly buzzed by her and her attention stuck to it. It didn't seem to notice her as it kept on around her head. That's okay, she thought to the fly, No one else sees me either. For a moment, she entertained the idea of the fly being blind, but she then dismissed it, reasoning that the fly couldn't be blind because it wouldn't be able to fly too well.

She refocused her eyes to watch a man standing a good twenty meters away from her. His yawn was prominent even across the distance. A little ways away from him was another person. He sat on the floor and caught her interest at first because he had a tail and ears. Like her. But then they disappeared just as quickly as the mess the first man had been looking at. She had noticed it out of the corner of her eye but hadn't really thought about it. That guy must've been a janitor

Looking back at the other boy, she tried to figure out if the extra appendages had really been there or if it was just her imagination. Azu decided to drop the subject and turned her attention back to the somber, possibly blind fly.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Man. Not boy. Perth hummed to himself as he decided to direct himself into the Ninth Heaven rather then the hallway just outside and it was kind of relief since hallways were dreary places, you were only in a hallway if you were going somewhere or were on your way to a place but a solid room like the ninth heaven was a place that you could relax, you weren't headed off anywhere, you were at your destination, you were here, rather than getting here. It was a comforting thing to be healthily aware of. Perth let himself fall down into a chair where he was comfortably seated, looking towards the table quietly where students had decided to emblazon various different kinds of graffiti stating everything imgineable.

[Noro]

((Aww... come on, liz. You can do better than that, really. And if you really think about what makes a man, it isn't always his actions. His thought plays a lot into it, too; and when you think about it that way, how much of a man is Perth?))

Azuintaeya was pondering why she was there in the first place. She thought about what she had done that day. She had gotten up unhappy. Azu was generally cranky in the morning times, though she made a point not to show it. Instead, she had a habit of being unusually nice while cursing people under her breath.

The fly finally made its last revolution around her head and buzzed off into the distance under the lovely aura of fluorescent lights. Who was she kidding? There was nothing to do whatsoever and trying to make stories up over parting ways of crippled flies didn't amuse anyone.

Azu looked up to see the same guy as before, the one who might have had a tail and ears, move just a little bit closer to land into a plastic cafeteria seat with a slight thud. The noise seemed to rekindle the curiousity in her and she suddenly reached down into the podium below her for something to throw. A few pieces of paper littered the inner shelf along with a pen and two markers. None of them seemed truly efficient enough on their own, so she took all of the papers and crumpled them into a giant ball, sticking the markers inside for weight. She lobbed the makeshift missile quickly and accurately at the back of his head before jumping off the podium. She pulled down a table and hid behind it like a shield as she waited for a reaction. She really didn't know the guy too well. Hopefully, he wouldn't take too much offense by it. Though a little might be necessary to make things interesting.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Perth paused for a moment and casually ducked his head as a wad of paper flew over him and he looked at it for a few moments before turning around to detect the source of such a projectile. He sighed and continued his reading with a bored expression on his face, there were names and profanities and all sorts of things that really were only limited by the expanse of the teenage mind without medication which meant of course that there was no limitations at all. Perth had no reason to persue the thrower of the paper wad because it really wasn't a problem and he picked it up and opened the paper up and saw there that it was simply a poster for some event that was long past and no longer relevant. Liz is rather uninspired. He shook his head with a bored expression on his face as he looked towards the wrinkled paper for a few moments, "Who threw this?" he asked, making his voice loud so he could be heard though there was no animosity carried.

[Noro]

((You're killing me Liz..... I haven't been in a real physical (I don't mean it in that kind of way either) rp's in a long time.... amuse me.))

Azu kicked the table back into its proper position and stood up. That hadn't gone the way she had planned. She was hoping for something a little more exciting, but apparently all those kinds of people had left TMA and went on vacation. So much for a good summer.

"Fine, me,"she snapped back. She contemplated leaving ninth heaven and throwing herself in the fiery side of the dry ocean, but settled instead for her first position on top of the podium. "Why?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Somebody's looking for conflict..." Perth commented boredly while looking towards Azuintaeya, "And while it would be a pleasure to watch you move, I'm really not in the mood." he scooted the chair back and rested his feet on the table, "And you are....?" he asked, looking up and down the body of Azu with a slightly judgemental feeling to it. He was tired after a long, active night with someone who's name and face he couldn't quite remember, something that started with an L... or maybe a B... something around that ballpark. He leaned back the chair on two legs, his green eyes looking still, rather lethargically towards the visitor who saw it fitting enough to do something so immature as throw paper at people and then be the one acting as if some kind of offense had been inflicted, not that Perth minded too much, it was just paper.

[Noro]

((Sorry, my mother walked into my room yesterday at five thirty in the morning and decided nothing was up to par and took my laptop as she left off to work. I had to go over a friends house to post yesterday.))

Azuintaeya sighed and squeezed her eyes shut in a moment of irritation. She had noticed the look in his eyes. It was one that she gave frequently, but rarely ever had it directed back. It questioned her level of maturity and it was highly embarrassing.

"My name's Azu,"she began, "and give me a break, okay? I've been wallowing around the school like a ghost for a while now and I have nothing better to do. I don't usually act like this, but I'm starting to become desperate. If that truly bothers you, then find another way to entertain me, please." She snapped off the last bit of the sentence in frustration. She didn't mean any harm, but she was at a dead end. Azu didn't think that she'd survive the rest of the summer if it was going to be like this. At the current moment, she couldn't believe that life could get any worse for her, but she refrained from thinking that for the possibilty that it probably could.

"Alright,"she simmered down a little, "Sorry for that. I've had a bit of a quick temper lately, too. Since you asked my name, I suppose I should return the favor. And you are?" Azu highly doubted that she could smile at all, but she tried to put a little sincerity in her tone.