Can't Sleep (Open)

[acheron]

Acheron walks out onto the rooftop and closes the door behind him. He looks up at the night sky and thinks, Ah much better than that bed. He walks over under the overhanging roof and sits down to think.He takes off his jacket, leans against the wall, and looks up at the full moon. He stares at it for only a few seconds. All the while he hears several 'wolves' howling and the quiet night wind going through all the trees. Ah, just like back home with the coyotes. He starts to look around and sees other people sitting and talking but decides he shouldn't intrude on what ever they are doing. He starts take a closer look at the land around TMA. What I do tomorrow?
After a while he starts to think about home and wonders how ma and pa are doing. Acheron just starts to notice that it's warm out maybe mid-70's? Man it's nice outside, wonder if they will let me make a tent up here. He starts thinking about were a good spot would be for tent. His thought soon turn to loneliness. Wish I had a friend, or at the least a dog. That's what I'll do research what kind of supernatural dogs there are!

[Creator]

Let me guess. You can't sleep either?"
From the shadows of the overhanging roof, two red eyes peered out at Acheron. Not solid red eyes, mind you, just irises - two red rings that seemed to gaze hollowly through a person when seen without the accompanying body. The figure stepped forward, revealing a teenage boy in a black hoodie and grayish-blue jeans. His eyes seemed les menacing when the rest of them were visible, but still glew with an unnatural red light. His hood was down, revealing brown hair and an unfortunately teenage complexion.
"Hawk," he said, extending a hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I take it you're new here." The center pocket of his hoodie was sagging significantly, but one couldn't really tell what was in it, unless they had ever seen him before, because it usually didn't take much for him to take it out.

[acheron]

Acheron looks at Hawk's eyes for a a split second and grins. He begins talking in a friendly tone. "Never did like sleeping with a roof over my head." Acheron puts a leather gloved hand out, "Nice to meet ya, names Acheron and yes I just got here yesterday. This might be a little odd but I'm assuming they allow dogs of sorts here. If ya get me, that is?"

[Creator]

"They allow pretty much anyone and anything here. I'm legally not supposed to have this." He whipped out a black revolver, streaks of red light rippling down in a specific pattern to the end of the barrel as he gripped it. A few flashy moves and twirls later, he pocketed it once more. "See this?" He waved his arm out, showing the entire area surrounding the school. "This is the kingdom. You gotta be a king, not a fool. And to be a king, you need my help." It was hard to tell if he was serious or not, but he stepped forward with his hands on his hips nevertheless. "I own this place, since you probably didn't know. But hey, that's fine, you're still new. It'll take a while to learn the ropes."

[acheron]

"Hmm..." Acheron notes the revolver, "nice one, I two Colt .45's and a Lupara shotgun my self." Acheron chuckles, "I don't quite know what ya mean, but I'll you something. I'm far from a king and even farther from a fool. I'll take your help." Acheron narrows his brows in a serious expression and hardens his voice, "But if this is a trick for me to join some sort of gang or cult I'm on my own side."

[Creator]

Hawk just laughed, then turned to examine his guns. "To tell you the truth, I don't know a whole lot about guns in general. I was given this as a gift sort of, and it goes very well with my abilities, so I've taken a liking to it." He looked from his pocket, to Acheron, and back and forth a few times, his thoughts rather obvious. He took out his revolver once more and raised it, aiming off into the trees. "Pinecone." After making some fine adjustments, he fired. A moment later, a pinecone fell from a tree, rolling along the ground.

[acheron]

Acheron smiles saying, "For someone who doesn't know much about guns, your sure are good with them. I got mine shortly after learning how to control my pyromancy from some friends. That was shortly after I set out to come here. I use the guns more for focusing the fire than anything else. If I tried to do that without them," Acheron glances at the tree the pine cone fell out of and gives a short, low laugh, "I'd end up setting the whole thing on fire." Giving an inquisitive glare Acheron asks, "What are your abilities?"

[Creator]

Hawk was silent for a moment, trying to think of how to word it. He lowered his gun, then pointed to his eyes. "My magic manifests itself in my eyes. I see a lot of stuff people don't. Basically," He raised the gun and pointed it at the roof below them, "I can see how things will move before they get going. See, like, now I see a red line going from the barrel, ricocheting, I can see where the bits of roof will go, basically everything that will move if I fire. That's the only reason I'm good. I can see what will happen. Oh, and I think it's just the gun, but I can see through the barrel of it, too." He spun it around on one finger with a stupid grin and stuck it back in his pocket. "I can also throw a boomerang with unbeatable accuracy, but that's not nearly as badass. I'm learning to do other things with the magic, but I only have one or two decent tricks so far, and you wouldn't want to see either of them. The only really useful thing is, I can put a bit of the magic inside the bullet, and it will bounce perfectly once or twice. Makes it easier to angle shots and keep them accurate... so... you're a pyro?"

[acheron]

Acheron raises an eyebrow while Hawk is talking. When Hawk finishes Acheron mutters, "Precognitive sight." Acheron comes out of thought and says, "Yes, I'm a pyro," he adds thinking about a distant memory, "blew up my dad's truck and burned down the house to prove it. That would be when the kicked me out." Acheron gestures to his gloves. "Since being able to control my abilities, when I get pissed off the only down side is if something is touching my skin," Acheron sighs, "it gets burned pretty bad."

[acheron]

Acheron yawns then says, "Well thanks for talking to me but if I continue I'll probably fall asleep. Better to do it now rather than later." As Hawk walks away, Acheron lays down under the overhang and goes to sleep.

Opening his eyes Acheron sees the early morning sun peaking over the horizon. He gets up, yawns, stretches and goes back to his dorn.