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[hazelle devinne]

she really had no idea why she was out here on the roof, long black dress catching the wind
like a billowing sail on a pirate ship. a joint was poised and burning between her lips, fingers
cupping it protectively. she was so far past stoned she was practically hallucinating, the joint
laced with opium and various other drugs, one of her own concoctions. she called it a
'psychostimulaxant' - contradictary terms, yes, but the drug did contradict itself. it started off
by relaxing you, distancing your mind from the outside world, then when the hallucinations came
it was under a blanket of calm, then the comedown was easy too. the only downside was this,
finding yourself wandering into sometimes dangerous situations, not really aware of what you're
doing because your eyes are so tightly closed against the outside world. Hazelle chuckled,her
whole face lighting up with humor, hands pressing out in front of her to meet a brick wall, fingers
grazing against the rough texture. she had one headphone in, listening to 'church of hot addiction'
by cobra starship. the other ear was tuned into the sounds around her as she opened her blue
eyes, scanning dazedly around the roof, looking for any other sign of life. the 15 year old scientist
didn't really acknowledge if anyone was actually there, throwing out her arms and spinning around
on the spot, smiling.

she was a little wacky, yeah, but life would be so boring if she wasn't. where was the fun in going
through a day where nothing exploded, nobody got high and nobody got laid? she would probably
die if she ever had to face a day like that. of course, most of it was an escape from her over
analytical mind. whenever she had nothing to do, she would ponder the properties of some
substance, wondering what would happen if she mixed it with this or that. Hazelle's ultimate goal
would be to discover a cure for cancer or something, since her grandmother had suffered
repeatedly from the disease before it had finally claimed her life. she might not be able to save
her, but if the old womans death was a driving factor in the discovery of a cure then it would mean
her death was not in vain. everything happened for a reason, after all..right? that didn't mean that
Hazelle didn't want to have fun like every other teenager, though. the only problem was that her
advanced IQ meant she was mentally more mature than the majority of 15 year olds, though she
completely lacked common sense.

the song on her mp3 player switched to 'good girls go bad' and Hazelle started to dance and sing,
laughter ringing out across the rooftop. she might look like a total goth, but Hazelle only dressed
like this because she was entirely eccentric and she knew she looked good in black, the bright
colours in her hair making her stand out more from the crowd. besides, anyone who judged on her
looking like a goth and refused to talk to her probably wasn't someone she wanted to associate
with anyway. she absolutely loathed shallow people, and ditsy blondes were the worst. god, she
could slap them all and that was no joke. she was so out of it, she actually spoke aloud to herself,
taking the piss out of the dumb blonde she'd met the other day. "ohmahgawwwd, science, is
that like, when you mix vodka and rum and get twice as drunnnnk?" Hazelle laughed to herself.
"dumb bitch."

again she looked around, convinced that someone was watching her. Paranoid much?

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[nicholas michael weston;]

nicholas liked the roof. infact, he liked the roof a lot. here, he could think, make and test his weird and wonderful creations in peace. he loved this spot, because hardly anyone ever came up here, and if they did, well, he didn't even really notice, being usually being completely immersed in his what he was doing, not really paying attention to his surroundings, except for keeping an eye on how close he was to the edge. there was a little barrier, but it could be easily tripped over, and this school was famous for getting in the papers for the right reasons, for talent, and he didn't want to spoil that winning streak with his untimely death.

nicholas had decided to work some more on his new, high tech telescope that he had been building for a week or so. he had gotten quite distracted, what with his tv top hat, special sweets and mood glasses, (which he was wearing today) but he had also gotten distracted by kieran and his brother. nicholas never had many friends, most people didn't bother to try and communicate with him, they treated him like he wasn't just deaf, but mute and blind as well, or as if he wasn't even there at all. friends were an exciting prospect, and he was extremely happy that someone had made an effort.

he set the telescope up on its stand, miniscule in comparison to normal ones, but that was the aim, to make it handy and acessible. he took out his tiny tools, the ones he used especially for electronics, and set to work, only really needing to add the finishing touches to the telescope now, as although he had been quite distracted, a week was more than enough to get most of it finished, and he really only needed to pulls the loose ends together to make it complete.

nicholas was completely absorbed in his work, tightening screws and connecting wires together, making sure everything was just right before he decided to test the device. he turned the knob up to full power, making the telescope lens high-definition, and peered through the eye, moving it about on the stand to get a good look at everything, when something out of the ordinary caught his eye. it was a girl, but not just any girl, she seemed...different. different from anyone he had seen he, that was for sure, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. he looked up at her, watching her spin with an amused smile playing on his lips. he tried to lipread what she was saying, but she was too far away. he set the telescope down again, and hopped up on the little barrier on the roof, just watching her, smiling to himself.





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[hazelle devinne]

this place was one of the most peaceful places in the school, but that wasn't necessarily
such a good thing for hazelle. she craved action like an addict, making trouble wherever
she went just so that she wouldn't have to be bored. it was a little annoying at times,
but mostly people found her to be entertaining and a little insane, which she could
cope with. mad scientist, who would have guessed it? the thought made her laugh
even to herself, right then and there on that rooftop. she knew that other people often
came up here and that it was hardly a safe haven, but she had still been compelled to
come up here, pushing open the fire escape door, the wind billowing around her
dress immediately in a pleasant gust of freedom. the drugs in her system immediately
changed the wind to a symphony of pleasure against her skin, her smile wide and her
breath ragged as she took it all in, swaying softly as though she were dancing with it.
in fact, she was so focused on the wind that her drug addled mind didn't register
properly when she backed up against the railing, almost toppling over it to her death.
she gripped the cold metal and exhaled in shock, laughing at herself nervously
once she had reassured herself of her safety. "oops!" she exclaimed softly,
stepping away from the edge anxiously.

her recent work had started out innocently enough, having been working on developing
a cure for the common cold. being as eccentric as she was, she couldn't help but slip
ingredients from class A drugs into the mix. her first test subject had been a rat who
had been suffering from yes, a cold believe it or not, for a week. she injected it and was
surprised to see the critter roll on its back, tail flicking and allowing her to stroke
its stomach. it was not a tame creature, so this was highly unusual. always her
first human test subject, hazelle next injected herself, immediately finding
her mind going hazy but pleasantly so,all negative emotions flitting away in a moment
of ecstacy. it seemed she had developed a slightly illegal cure for depression. with a little
work, she could submit it to the board and hope they accepted it for use on long term
mental health patients.

hazelle didn't have many actual friends here, but she had countless lovers and exes,
some on good terms, many on bad. the girls both envied and ridiculed her, and the guys
thought she was easy or hot. it really didn't bother her what they thought of her, she was
going to be brilliant, she knew it - damn them all. the short black haired midget spun once
again, this time crashing into someone with force, her mouth opening into an almost
comical o: shape. "sorry, sorry, sorry!" she exclaimed, for it seemed she had knocked
over a tiny telescope. she bent over to pick it up, glad that it wasn't smashed into pieces,
and shot the boy a truly humbled look of apology and embarrassment.

"i'm a little high.." she explained.

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[nicholas michael weston;]

nicholas had gotten distracted thinking of a new way to improve his telescope, which had included a wire which could connect to the nearest computer, log onto google maps and trace where exactly you were. he wasn't exactly sure how he would be able to do it, but he would find someway. for someone so young, he was an extremely smart inventor, and his inventions almost always worked.

he had actually been featured many times in local and regional newspapers, from either winning fairs, or just reporters being generally interested in what he was doing. however, he hated how the articles were always centered around his disibility, as if someone who was hearing impaired couldn't do normal things, and him doing something as simple as inventing a new item was a tremendous feat. that was one of the reasons he didn't like these articles, preferring to keep the news of his inventions to himself and his friends.

as he was thinking about all this, he didn't notice the girl he had been watching earlier come barrelling towards him full speed, banging into him and his telescope. as he was sitting on the edge of the barrier that surrounded the roof, (a particularly dangerous position, if he did say so himself)he struggled to hold onto the side of the metal, gripping tightly and falling backwards slightly. he panicked, and quickly tried to steady himself, for fear of falling over the edge of the building.

he squealed in fright, the sound coming out strangled and weird, as a result of not being able to hear himself but also because he was quite terrified. he managed to balance himself, and slowly got off the ledge, standing on shaky legs, feeling quite thankful of land. he knew it was partly his fault for picking such a dangerous spot to sit in, but he was also very annoyed with this girl. in the sace of a few minutes, she had almost succeeded in breaking his telescope and killing him.

he dusted down his white lab coat, looking at her with an angry expression, his mood glasses glaring bright red, reflecting exactly what he was feeling. if he wasn't so annoyed, he would have been quite pleased that they were working so well, but right now, he was just focused on not killing the girl standing before him.

the problem was, he couldn't even say anything to her, to let her know how annoyed he was, and he had been so busy trying to keep from dying that he hadn't noticed her apologies or excuses. nicholas didn't get annoyed easily, or very often, for that matter, he was usually a very friendly person, but for once, he let that slip, standing with his hands on his hips, as he tried to look intimidating.

but with his small stature, and having to push his glasses up his nose to keep from falling off his face, he failed miserably, and decided to cross his arms over his chest, going back to working on the telescope. he wasn't to even acknowledge she was there, as he didn't have a sharpie, and it would be difficult enough trying to communicate with her anyways, so he decided to do what was easiest for the both of them and ignore her.

he knew if the girl persisted, however, he wouldn't be able to ignore her for long, as he was never really able to do that, having failed epically in the past. he would give in, and forgive her, not being able to be that cold or mean to somebody. but for now, he pretended not to noctice her at all, continuing to fiddle with the small knobs of the telescop, making sure it wasn't scratched as he placed it over his eye again and looked out over the school grounds.





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