You Walk On Water, You Sing A Lovely Tune

[Robin Rath]

Robin broke from the school as fast as she couldn't. She wasn't running from anything exactly, just.. running. Her sunny hair flew in the sharp gusts of wind, aided by her speed, though she kept to the normal, humanic running that one might see any regular person doing, her bright hair leaving a slight neon streak in the cool night. She wore a black zip-up hoodie with supposed bloody handprints pressed on the pockets, a finger-smeared heart over where her own may be, wearing a pair of black jean cut-offs and black sneakers. Her feet pounded the dock, she catching one of the wooden posts at the last second, almost running right into the lake. Robin was yanked back, her hair falling about her shoulder, she taking a gulp of cold air, only necessary to cool the burning in her chest.

She licked her lips, another sharp wind tossing her blonde locks into the air, swirling them in an ethereal halo about her head for a moment before leaving them back to gravity. The vampiress hugged the log protruding from the water tight before slipping to a sit at the edge of the dock, leaning against the sturdy thing with a comforted sigh. She let her sky-colored eyes close, listening to the water batter the dockstands, letting the wind push at her golden locks and face in its fury.[/size]

[Bert McCracken]

Bert slipped out of the castle, taking off across the lawn as a hasty walk. Hands in pockets and hood pulled over his hair, the boy shivered some in the cold night. As always, Bert found difficulty sleeping in his dorm surrounded by boys he hated. He always feared they would cut off his hair...or put make-up on him...or something of the sort. And because of this hatred that was showed mutually, Bert normally slept in a tree in the forbidden forest. And that was exactly what he had intended on doing today, but his eyes fell upon a girl sitting at the edge of the dock. Seeing that going to sleep wasn't very exciting, Bert began walking toward the girl.

Bert slept in what he planned to wear the next day, so he could sleep longer in the morning. And what he had planned to wear the next day happened to be included a black shirt decorated with a red six point star, black pants that fitted him loosely, and a red stud belt that didn't seem to be doing much. On his feet the boy wore black Chucks and on he also wore black wrist warmers. The boy lacked to apply any make-up around his crystal eyes, for he was lazy, and it would require time and precision. As soon as he had reached her, Bert plopped down on the dock next to her, waving a bit. "Hello," He greeted her, smiling some in his ever so excited way.

[Robin Rath]

Since the wind was blowing in Robin's face, pushing the boy's scent away from her and battering in her ears so loudly that she couldn't hear his pulse, she was terribly surprised when he fell into a sit next to her, so much so she jumped, starting some. She let out a short breath, pink from unknown origins tinting her pale cheeks slightly, offsetting her sky-colored eyes. "H-hi," she said after a moment, smiling impishly, releasing her death hold on the pole. Instead, she turned her back to it, leaning against it, a pale leg slipping part way off the dock, dangling precariously just above the water.

"What brings you out here, then," Robin asked, for lack of better conversation topic and the sheer, gnawing curiousity which consumed her on most topics. She glanced over him furtively, wondering as to which house he was in as well. He wore plenty of black, and some red - Gryffindor? She couldn't be sure with today's fashions. She licked her lips, wind blasting her hair about her face, weaving it into the air carelessly, splashing sunshine against the moon's envious landscape eagerly.[/size]

[Bert McCracken]

Somewhat of a sheepish grin replaced Bert's normal one as he realized he had scared his new acquaintance half to death. Pink flushed his normally pale cheeks uncontrollably, and he looked away for a moment. "Sorry," The boy mumbled his apologies, his voice so low and muffled his words were almost incomprehensible. Poor Bert, got so worked up over nothing. The pink coloring to his cheeks left as Robin relaxed, and he looked back to her.

"I was in search of a very comfortable tree." Bert responded, not realizing how very strange that sounded. "You don't happen to know where any are?" The boy inquired sincerely shortly after his first comment, eyes still on Robin. Bert had a bit of a staring problem and as soon as he realized what he had been doing, his gaze downcast to the murky water. "What about you?" He questioned her once again, wondering momentarily how it always seemed that he asked a million question a minute.

[Robin Rath]

Robin supressed a grin as the boy turned from her, his face red, implying embarassment - she wondered why his face flared so. Was it because he scared her, or.. something else? Wardrobe malfunction?! While he was looking away, she quickly checked herself over. Everything seemed in place, not revealing any body parts that weren't supposed to be openly shown by the standards of society. She looked up again, thankfully just as he was turning his head. "Comfy trees," she asked with slight amusement, a look of befuddled, noyous curiousity plaguing her pale features.

Robin smiled a brilliant, white smile, forgetting about her fangs. The night probably cloaked them. She often forgot about them when she smiled these days. She never smiled before hand because of them, but they weren't a curse. "Comfy trees," she repeated, though more in a tone of wonder - did she know of any? "Well.. I suppose to forest may have some nice ones.. You could.. Find a more foliated one - do leaves make them comfier?" She grinned, half in disbelied - was she actually having this conversation? Robin slept in a few trees herself, mostly the Whomping Willow because she was weird and had a deathwish. Or a lifewish. None the less - why was she out here? "Mn.. I wanted to escape," she said listlessly, smiling as he turned away again. Robin adored keeping eye contact during conversations to see if the person's constitution was weak or not - Bert's may be. "What's your name, huh?"[/size]

[Bert McCracken]

Bert blinked a few times, brows furrowing some. "Yes, I wouldn't want to sleep in an uncomfortable tree. It wouldn't be very...comfortable...hints the name 'uncomfortable'." Bert said, mostly to himself. He was somewhat confused at her surprise...why would e want to sleep in a tree that wasn't comfortable? Thinking hard, the boy suddenly realized what she had meant...and how stupid he just sounded. "Erm. Nevermind." He murmured.

As she repeated his words, he smiled a bit. "Yeah," Was Bert's reply, giving a short shrug of his shoulders. "The forest!" Bert gasped unintentionally. "The forest has trees!" He continued, grin appearing on is pale pink lips. How wonderful, there were trees in a forest. The boy thought for a moment when she asked if the leaves made it more comfortable, he shrugged once more. "It depends on what kind of tree it is. Like, some trees have pine cones and stuff which makes them really annoying. And pine needles...generally stay away from Evergreens..." Bert paused for a moment. "But other than that they provide a soft cushion and warmth." He finished with a short nod. When Robin began staring at Bert, he perked a brow, watching her curiously. "Bert," He introduced himself. "And yourself?"

[Robin Rath]

Robin studied the boy's face rather scrutinizingly as he spoke. She liked it - his face, I may say - it was roundish, but a bit rough with stubble, she didn't know, she just liked it. She found his eyes again, smiling some as he explained which trees you should avoid if you planned to sleep in them. Bert. His name was Bert, and for some reason or another, Robin decided it fit him perfectly. She offered out a cool, pale hand, her nails painted a sapphire blue, nicely kept. "Robin," she said lightly, smiling just afterwards, knowing that this wouldn't be the last she saw of Bert.

"So, dear, darling Bert, why are you finding solace, warmth, and comfort in trees rather than in soft, hospitable, somewhat clean beds the dorms have to offer? Unless you don't go to school here, in which case, why are you on the grounds and why haven't you raped me yet?" Robin bit back the ensuing grin and giggle from the last part, staring long-haired Bert dead in the eye as if she'd just asked how old he was or if he had parents or something normal.. ish. As far as appearances came, she was dead serious. More dead, but still pretty darn serious.[/size]

[Bert McCracken]

Bert grinned at her question. "Its not that I don't like sleeping in my dorm, I just don't like the people that are there with me." He said with a short shrug. "They annoy me, and trees are the best alternative." Bert continued. When she said more, Bert compressed his laughter. "Perhaps I don't go to this school, and perhaps I was planning that very thing, just waiting for the right moment." Bert said, some how managing to hold a straight face.

Serious facial expression faded away a few moments later, soon being replaced with a more puzzled one. "Wait, do you want me to rape you?" He inquired, a bit of amusement to his tone, though he was being completely sincere. The way she had said it made it appear as though she wanted that. Bert, of course, would be the last one to complain.

[Robin Rath]

"Ohh," Robin cooed in an understanding tone, nodding a bit. "I can understand that - some of the people around here seem rather unsavory." If only he knew. She smiled, pulling at her lower lip with her teeth for a moment. She tried not to smile as he played along with her story line - the wilting flower, damsel in distress, about to get cruelly taken advantage of by the scruffy-haired dark stranger whom intruded upon her boarding school's grounds. How cliché. Porn-stars will read this post and tell their directors the plot, so keep an eye out for Robert and Beryl in their smash hit 'The Teacher.'

None the less, quiet ensued before he broke it again, just like at the beginning of this conversation. She blinked over her bright eyes at his question, a grin wavering at the corners of her mouth, she fighting it with all her might. Now that he - they? - mentioned it, she probably wouldn't mind. Though you couldn't call it rape if she wanted it. "I suppose you'll have to find out." Not a yes, not a no, though.. really, if you weren't stupid, she was practically shouting 'yes' in your bloody face. She looked out to the lake, chewing at her lip to keep her emotions stolid. "Would you want to rape me?" She almost let a smirk go.[/size]