Have a Light?

After school was always the time that he liked to lurk around. the darker it was outside, the better. No one really ever asked him questions, even though he stuck out quite often due to those fiery red locks of his. Today, he made his way up to the smoker's pit, which was often a place to find him. While he didn't smoke very often, it was one of his guilty pleasures. After all, he regularly destroyed the outside of his body, why not destroy the inside too?

The potential harbinger of war made his way out onto the roof and looked around a bit before sticking a rock in between the door and the fram to the entrance of the stairwell. He didn't want to get locked up there. Once he was sure that it was secure enough, he made his way over to the pit, not really paying attention as he dug in his pockets to pull out a small cigarette case. The case itself was attached to a lighter, all built into a single wooden case. It was really one of the coolest items he had ever gotten from a random flea market. Of course, he originally only used it to burn himself with the cigarettes instead of actually smoking them, but he had changed that as of late.

Cyril stopped short of the pit as the voice hit his ears. He really hadn't been expected anyone to be there, let alone someone trying to pawn off drugs. His head tilted to the side a bit and shrugged, taking one as he clicked his lighter on, leaning over to light the one that the other person had. "Well this is certainly better than cigarettes." There was a short pause as he lit his own and smoke it, coughing a little after the first puff, as it had been awhile. "Thanks."

Cyril had just nodded at the comment about the cigarettes. It wasn't like he had never heard it before, but one of the voices had gotten him to start smoking, so that's what he did. He didn't really consider the long term consequences of most of his actions, as he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to live that long. Eventually, he imagined that one of the voices would just order him right off of a building. Maybe even this building.

"Hmm? Pink?" Right, lungs. The other person was talking about lungs. "No. Just... Intestines." His own intestines. They were really... Squishy. Like sausages almost, but more... Slick. He shook his head, his free hand moving to unconsciously cover his stomach. He really never wanted to feel that sort of thing again so long as he did remain among the living. "You like biology then?" He asked, turning his attention back to the strange masked boy. Something about that was almost off-putting, but not enough to make him uneasy. If anyone had anyone to be scared of, well, it was probably the other way around.

The red-haired male moved to sit on a nearby bench, not near enough to be within the other's personal space, but still close enough to have a conversation, should they actually continue talking. 'What's with that mask anyways? What's he hiding? You should make a mask to wear.' Time to ignore that. He wasn't going to be rude. It wasn't like it was his business. 'Why not? You want to know. We want to know. Ask him.' Time for another puff, maybe quite some of those inner demons of his.

"I don't think I have seen you around. Have you been here long?"

'What a boring question. Boring. Boring. You don't like it when we're bored.'

Cyril felt a bit bad about not really knowing the kid. 'It's not like he's hard to miss. Being a freak. A freak. Like you. You're a freak. Should you show him?' He shook his head a bit and looked over towards the other student, taking his appearance in a bit more than he had before. He hadn't wanted to be rude before, but perhaps it wasn't all that rude, given the words that came from him about time being meaningless. Perhaps he felt the same about appearances. "Well, it is a big school I suppose." And with the year gap, it wasn't really like they would have been in the same section until this year anyways.

'Why worry about such pointless prattle?' His own mind was against him today. He was just trying to be polite after all. Wasn't that the point of things? He took another drag off of the joint, but it really wasn't working to shut the stupid voices up. So instead, he just handed it back to the other male, who would now have two of them to smoke. Perhaps he should have just kept it. 'Maybe you should put it through his stupid eye hole. Burn those pretty eyes right out.'

Nonsense. He couldn't do the things that were so suggested. Not to anyone but himself. Though he had a thought to put it out on his skin, but that might be a bad thing to do as well. "Sunrise. Those are nice, though I prefer the setting." Was it because of the thought of impending darkness swallowing up the school grounds? Or perhaps just how lonely it felt when everyone retreated to their dorms for the evening. Regardless, the quiet of the night was far more enjoyable to him than the business of the day.

'Such a poet.'

"Do you like it here?"

'More small talk? Rude. You should just cut your tongue right out of your pretty little head since you obviously can't use it.'

A small, polite smile came onto his face, though it wouldn't take a genius to realize that it was obviously fake. It really did look like the red-headed male was hiding something. Which of course, he was. The stupid awful voices. If only people knew half of the things that were said about them or what should be done about them, perhaps they would run away screaming, though, this kid did not seem like he would be the kind to really mind or care.

'I bet he'd care if we threw him off of the roof. Right over there, right over the edge. SPLAT!'

Perhaps he should have left. Perhaps he should have found a reason or an excuse to leave before something bad would happen. But that wasn't really living his life either, was it? "What happened to your face? Or is it that you just prefer a mask?" Now that was rude of him, wasn't it? His mother wouldn't be proud.