Alas....The Track Ends [open]

[flowers]

Twas a nice morning, indeed put a soft smile upon the face of the young Nort Flowers. Dressed in what he felt like, the boy in long green pants with purple t-shirt, walked solemnly along a jaded dirt path. Nort held a stick the length of two of his arms dragging behind him, hitting the bumps along the path. Simple pleasures.

Nort had yet explored this part of the grounds, he didn't recognise anything but that's ok "As along as this path doesn't run .....out!" his shoulder slumped forward and down as his words slowed at the sight of his magical path ending only meters in front of him. "Why me?" he wondered out loud throwing his head back to look up at the sky. [/size]

[atreyu]

The "Mihael" looked to the path of dirt as he walked.

Me, artistic? That hat must be real dodgy in the heart there.[/i] Trey couldn't understand what a Mihael was besides the fact that they were "artisitic". Atreyu artistic? Was that possible? He never saw himself as "artisitc". But whatever rocked the schools boat. Trey wouldn't complain one bit.

His mother wasn't being overly dramatic as she had seemed when she said the school was big and confusing. Melissa Graves had said that he would probably get lost his first week there. 'Lovely,' he had thought to himself when she mentioned that to him. Now looking at the past he would regret not paying more attention to his loving mum.

"As along as this path doesn't run .....out!"

Atreyu jumped at the shouting. No need to shout. Gawd. The new Mihael shook his head and continued walking down the path wondering if it would ever end. Probably not. It is a magical school. I bet I'm going in circles right now! Oh crap! Didn't I just see that rock? Of course Atreyu was joking around. Enjoying the time he had alone.

At the end of the path he noticed someone just standing there. An eyebrow raised as he watched the person stand there. His head shook again and he closed his eyes. People these days?

"Why me?"

Trey shrugged. Hell if he knew. He put his hands into his hoodie pockets and began walking again. Maybe the boy would notice him and talk to him. Maybe not. Did Atreyu Graves want to be noticed? To make aquantiences? Not really but he wanted someone to talk to other than to try and fine the girl he had met on the train coming here.

"Why you? Did you do something?," he asked the boy. Maybe Atreyu would scare him. That would be funny.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[flowers]

Occ: Shouting? Riiiight -_-

On the arrival of regular footsteps upon the graveled path Nort did not look up, he was too shocked that his pathed adventure had come to an end. For now he would be forced to venture forth making his own path in the grass….could he make his own path?

The person spoke, causing Nort to look up toward the source of voice. “Huh?” his initial answer before recounting in his head what the other boy was talking about. “Oh, no I hope I haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t think I have anyway.” Then looked down at the end of such path, “It’s ended,” Nort pointed downward, “So now where do I go? Don’t want to turn around,” he looked back in the direction they’d both seem to come by, “and was looking forward to …path.” Simple, for that was Nort was thinking but he had a feeling that this boy may not understand for one must know Nort Flowers to understand him and this person did not know him.

“I’m Nort by the way, may I ask where you will go now without such a path to walk upon?”[/size]

[atreyu]

[Don't you riiiight me! j-k. Bite off your fingers so you can't type.]

Atreyu's eyebrow raised even more and looked to the path. It had ended!

Oh no what ever shall we do?[/i], he thought to himself sarcastically. This boy person was acting like the world was going to end. Was this school filled with nut jobs? Oh Gawd, he thought. His head shook.

Trey looked to the boy again. Then don't turn around. Duh. Don't turn around if you don't want to. That's not to hard to do. Gosh. The Mihael shook his head again trying to get the sarcasticness out of his head.

He walked past the boy a bit and looked both ways. "Atreyu by the way," he said to Nort. What kind of name was that? At least it was different. Better than Josh or Zach, or Michael, or John of all names. Trey took a deep breath and sighed. "I think I'll go off the path to walk," he said walking in the grass. "Walking off the path might be a bit more fun than walking on the path itself."[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[Lorcan Parrish]

"Bum bum ba-dum bum badum bum..."

The blood had already all rushed to her head, a dull ache beggining to pound away against her skull as she pondered ways to pass the time. Singing to herself wasn't seeming to do much good. So goes her to all the ways she had gone wrong this morning. Mere whims were not good grounds to go upon usually, though this idea had seemed less reckless than saving a pier. Lorcan was going to make a tree fort. AND she was going to make it out of rope. Radtastic. Quickly throwing on her From First to Last tee and a pair of skinny jeans, it was fort time.

After half an hour of exploration, the path ended, a small gap in the tall hedges a cause for exploration. Passing between these shrubs, Lorcan stumbled upon a wild circle of trees, the largest having perfect, low hanging branches and big, green leaves.

Within minutes the small girl was bounding from branch to branch, weaving some sort of odd, intricate, tangled web, swinging and bouncing with such vigor that a few leaves were shaken loose. thump, branch, knot, ew SPIDER, new branch, knot, branch, knot, climb rope-... climb rope? Grimacing, the girl tries to tug her foot from the knotted rope engulfing it, but to no avail. Setting her bum down on the nearest branch, she groped in her pocket for the friendly piece of magical wood that would help her out of this situation. Frowning, she remembered that it was currently lying by her bed on the floor, having been knocked away in her hurry to conjure some rope. Glaring at the cursed rope, she tugged again, then levvied herself up on the branch with one hand, kicking and pulling at the rope.

With one, sudden swooping feeling in her gut, her hand slipped from the branch, her rib cage contancting, hard. In her attempts to steady herself, she grabbed a loose end of rope that really did no good, then slid backward over the branch. Opening her eyes as the dust settled, she saw the ground hovering below her by about five feet, her arms reached out towards it, limp. Looking down at her feet, she could see patches of bright blue sky through the leafy canopy of her fort tree.

And there lies Lorcan, hung limp like some new-rage ragdoll, her eyes peeled for some form of movement or someone who might help her. But it was not people she saw first, but heard. She hardly dared hope for them to come closer, but her anxiety burst in her chest, a shrill cry echoing abound the trails.

"Yo, can I get some effing help here!?"[/font][/size][/center][/color][/b]

[flowers]

“Atreyu,” Nort repeated thinking more on the name, “I’ve never heard such a name, interesting though.” And nodded, “but I guess Nort is just as weird.” And gave Atreyu a friendly smile for that was Nort, he was kind and treated people how he wanted to be treated, never judging a person till he knew them fully.

“Walking off the path? I must admit easily said then done,” Nort chuckled, “So being so adventurous does that mean you’re a Gryffindor?” He asked arching his eye brows question. Nort didn’t know very much about how different people really varied from the stereotype of their house. He would soon find out very quickly how one can be un-like their house despite being in such group.

Before he could get any answer out of the boy, Nort heard a cry for assistance beyond the trees. “You hear something or was that me?” he asked curiously stepping mindlessly off the path and take a few steps toward the noise. “I swear I just heard something!”[/size]

[atreyu]

Trey nodded at Nort and put his hands back in his pockets.

"You can call me Trey if you like. It's a lot faster and easier to say than Atreyu. Everyone seems to remember Trey better anyways." He nodded again agreeing with Nort. "You're riiiight. You're name is weird," he smiled jokinly.

Atreyu shrugged and turned to face Nort. "Well you can stay on the ending path if you wish. It's just a forest. How bad could a forest get?" Ignorance is bliss, Atreyu. The Mihael scratched his cheek and continued to look at Nort. "No actually, I'm a Mihael like yourself. I don't know how the flip came out of it but whatever rocked the Sorting Hat's boat."

He turned around when he heard a noise. It was muffled but did he hear the word 'help'? Atreyu's eyebrow raised and he turned around to Nort. "Yes I did actually. Was that 'help'? I couldn't make out the words." Trey went very quiet just incase he could hear the voice again. He didn't hear anything.

"Shall we look for the sound or what?," he asked Nort.[/size][/blockquote]

[flowers]

Occ: Watch out there Nort never told you what house he was in and so your character should to really know, to assume will get you into trouble on this site so watch out ok ]

“How do you know I’m a Mihael?” he asked giving Trey a questioning look. Did Nort look like a typical Mihael? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to or not really, maybe the boy knew him before hand but why act like a stranger if he knew otherwise???

Trying not to think on it too much, Nort turned once more in the direction of the noise. Nodding an acknowledgment toward Trey that he’d too heard such a noise, “Come on, lets go see what it is” and he walked into the forest off the path.

It was only moments later was the mysterious voice revealed, a girl, hanging stuck upside down in a tree covered in ropes. How odd Nort wondered to himself as he slowed his steps and approached the girl, “Hey Trey, look at this?” he called out to his new found friend, “I found it!” Nort looking blankly up at the girl.

“What are you doing? Was that you calling out before?” Nort asked the upside down girl.
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[Lorcan Parrish]

The rustling from the bushes came behind her, a small voice following. For a few moments, Lorcan had not quite registered what he said, but her face then assumed the usual cocky and amused look.

"Found it?" She blinked, then passed on as the boy spoke again, her eyebrows raising.

"No, it was the giant waffles calling for help. Did you know that they are indiginous to this area?" She wasn't even fighting to keep the sarcasm from her voice, she was strung up in a tree,though she realized her first comment would come across as rude. "Uhm, I was trying to build a tree fort."

Lorcan summed up her adventure, she thought, rather lamely, and her brain flicked back to the 'it' comment. Her hair was standing up on end, and she was sure her face was rather red from the blood streaming into it. The leg that wasn't strung up was arched backwards; if she tilted her head back she would have touched her shoe. The boy was slowly moving farther to her left, and Lorcan realized she was revolving slowly on the spot. She probably did look like an it, she couldn't blame him.

"Yeah, so..." she really didn't know where to go next, except for something that caught her eyes as she examined the boy. "Why to you have a stick half your size?" Her imagination sprung wild again. "Is there some sort of creature that eats kids running around out here?" [/font][/center][/size]

[atreyu]

Trey rolled his eyes and followed Nort. He hummed to himself as he went "exploring". Then Nort found it. Yes it.

"You're serious? Well you are like a waffle then. Fat," he grinned. She started the sarcasm. Trey was going to be try and be nice but nope. Obviously the girl didn't like Trey being nice to her.

"I think we should leave her there Nort. She wants to be rude then she deserves to be up there." Atreyu crossed his arms and looked up at the girl. "Yes there are fat waffle eating creatures. Did you know they're indiginous to this area?"

"The only way off getting rid of the fat waffle eating monster is to beat it with a stick. Now shh before I change my mind from trying to get you down." Atreyu looked to Nort. "Can we beat her with the stick and scream 'Pinata!'?" It was worth asking.

Atreyu shook his head and looked back to the girl. "How should we get her down. Climb up there. One hang onto her while the other one breaks the vines?"[/size][/blockquote]

[Lorcan Parrish]

Lorcan watched as another boy stepped out from the shrubbery behind the first, volleying back a sly comment at her. Her brows furrowed and she felt her jaw drop slightly open in disbelieving offense. She covertly glanced down at herself; her shirt had slid up, exposing a few inches of her pale tummy and her white studded belt. Glaring down at him, she pulled her shirt down past her pockets.

This kid was good. And still, before she she could form the word 'touche', he had turned her previous line against her. Lorcan gave a low hiss, her brain clicking away, her eyes narrowing. This dude was now on her official water-balloon-filled-with-shiny-pink-paint-or-quacamole hit list. Triple underlined. In sparkly green pen.

"...monster is to beat it with a stick."

Her retort line of "Alright! We get to beat you with a stick!" was dancing on her tongue, almost spoken, but then he had the nerve to 'shh' her, then continue talking to this Nort fellow. She could not get a word in edgewise.

"Turd.." she grumbled underneath her breath, wriggling her toes. Lorcan folded her arms over her chest, she was beggining to lose the feeling in her feet. As he looked back at her, she pointedly glared in the opposite direction. She would rather hang up here for the rest of her life than admit she needed his help. Or that she was the one who started this debauchery.

[flowers]

Nort blinked several times at the impatient girl, she certainly had a tongue on her for sure and was being rather rude, making Nort wonder if she was worth helping at all. He rolled his eyes at her ‘waffle’ comments though he doubted very muchly she was trying to be funny. She then admitted to having attempted a tree fort, So that what those ropes are for! His eyes gracing the tangled tree mess once more.

Nort listened silently never interupting, she did talk a lot for someone ‘in trouble’, taking a sudden and friendlier tactic by asking him about the stick he held. Nort glanced down at the wood in hand, “Oh that? It’s just a walking stick!” he shrugged, “Now do you want to get down or not?” he called up as Trey approached them.

The next set of comments to escape Trey’s mouth were admittedly funny, rude and cheeky, Nort wasn’t sure which reaction to follow and so did neither, hiding his feelings toward the matter. When asked should they help her Nort had to admit he was not too keen for she had been rather rude and abrupt, why should they help someone who treats them as such?

However Trey was able to shut down the girls comments, fair but arguably rude in itself but hadn’t she ‘asked for it’ in the manor of speaking? Nort wasn’t one to judge and so it was his heart that answered Trey first. As he dropped his stick, rolled up his sleeve and placed his hands upon the tree the girl hung from Nort wondered what Gryphon would have done.

“Well…” his voice hesitant, for Nort really did not feel this girl had earnt his saving, “can’t leave her hear… she might be discovered by worse things then ‘Waffle monsters’,” Nort now starting to climb upward toward her. “And I’m not just thinking about Slytherins, there are worse things out here and even worse after sun set and to leave you, despite your crass tones, I’m willing to help you as you do seem fairly …stuck.” He was now looking up at the girl as he climbed, directing his voice to both Trey and her.

“Just keep your wand out incase I drop her ok?” He called down to Trey as Nort now reached the girl. He sat himself on the nearest branch, looking blankly at the girl. “Now look we can do this 3 ways.” He began not about to take crap from her, “My names Nort, I’m a Mihael 2nd year but I’m strong then I look so you can trust the stranger,” he put a hand to his chest, “and give me your hand so I can pull you onto my shoulder as we try to cut these veins or ropes off you, or you can struggle which will make things very difficult thus resulting in me dropping you!” Nort peered down and swallowed, “doesn’t look like a comfortable landing to be honest, or we leave you for much worse then you can ever imagine!” He was surprised how firm he was being, not normally a regular quality of his but she needed to be saved, even if her tongue was spicy. [/size]

[atreyu]

Atreyu shook his head as Nort said he would help the girl. Personally Atreyu wanted to leave her there for a few till she said sorry. They didn't have to save her. They better get a 'thank you' for this or else Atreyu would make sure she got stuck in the tree again.

Trey watched Nort climb up the tree. Now he hoped that Nort wouldn't get stuck. That would be a mess. Atreyu's wand was in his back pocket and he grinned. Nort = amazing. "I think dropping her would be good. Might make her come to her senses. But then again...she does have a hard head." Atreyu looked around at the surroundings. "Just drop her. I'll catch her. I promise not to drop her on purpose." "On the set of three."

"One. Two. Three."

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[Lorcan Parrish]

Lorcan listened as the Nort spoke, a little jolt at the thought of what a wary Slytherin would do if they stumbled upon her in this situation. She watched as several bugs flitted past, a tiny sidewinder on the ground at the base of her tree slithered away as Nort climbed. Her eyes followed him. He was quite good at tree-ninja-ing, she wondered if he spent much time in trees like she did, though not normally strung up-side down.

He sat himself on the branch above her, calling down to Trey, making Lorcan grin. She had expected to be unceremoniously 'diffindo'-ed from the tree, above most things. Being dropped would have been fine, she had fallen from greater heights. Looking up at the branch, though it was really more down than up for her, she nodded as Nort finished speaking, slightly taken aback by how in-charge he sounded. He had quite struck her as the quiet kind, who enjoyed walking sticks.

"Uhm, hello, Nort, second year Mihael. I'm Lorcan, second year Mihael," she flashed the peace sign, ignoring Atreyu's comment, though inwardly rolling her eyes, she rather thought he wasn't the kind to be physically brutal."I thank you for going to such lengths to rescue me, but all you really have to do is drop me. Even if he does catch me it wouldn't be a long drop. I'm a ninja."

[flowers]

Nort was not one to roll his eyes, for despised the act but found himself uncontrollably doing so at the girl’s words, “Ninja? Well ok Ninja, why can’t you get yourself out of this?” knowing he was being too critical about this but his tongue couldn’t help but snap back. “But ….its interesting…to meet you Lorcan” then he could not help but be his usual friendly Nort Flowers self although he wondered whether he’d get snappy again.

Looking back down at Trey with his wand out Nort couldn’t help but feel a little safer with him. “Ok one, two, three!” and reached forward for Lorcan, taking her round the waist and dragging her difficultly toward him. She was heavy, not as heavy as a waffle and Nort found himself wishing he was in fact a giant waffle for they would definitely be lighter and easier to carry.

“And no, I’m not going to drop you, not now especially after I climbed all this way. Be a waste of time. Nort replied, feeling his heart jump in his chest as he felt his feet slip momentarily. Catching his balance Nort trying not to let on how heavy she was and more on getting down. “Ok, blast these veins Trey!” Nort called out, “I’ve got her!”
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