[[ 111misc: Wow, lots of characters (It's really only three, but I usually only play one so it's a lot to me xD). I lurve them all, good job on your forms, accepted. 030 ]]
{Thanks ^^ I saw that boys were in demand, so....}
{Also, bear with me guys. I haven't quite found a pretty header for my posts yet >.>}
PYE
The scrawny boy blinked, light filtering back to him after being blacked out for so long. His head hurt; it felt like Frankenstein was drilling screws into his brain to make a loose hook stick. He gently placed a scratched hand to his temple, sitting up slowly. Even that small movement made his vision blur more, so he let his eyes close once again. Heaving, Pye lurched forward, throwing up next to him his breakfast--he was surprised it hadn't come up before this, after such a maelstrom in the bus. There was broken glass around him, and blood from a few cuts. He sucked on them, still feeling like there were clouds in his head, before clearing his throat weakly and coughing. He figured by now that he should say something, in case anyone else had made it out, though he doubted that was very likely. "...Hello?" He croaked, calling out as loud as his wounded vocal chords (screaming'll do that to you) would let him. Pye's hair fell into his face as he rested his chin on his chest, and desolation approached.
I can't believe this is how I'm going to die. Sitting by the side of a school bus. Lame.NIKITA
Sprawled on the ripped grey seat of the bus lay a pale girl with dark hair covering her face, long legs strewn over one side limply. Her clothes were ripped and she was bleeding from a gash in her knee, which had scraped against the side of the bus. Passed out, she had yet to wake, and as all the other kids had filtered out, she had stayed, seemingly dead. Her breath was even and slow, her icy eyes closed, lashes brushing the top of her bloodless cheek. One hand held an iPod chord in it, where the actual devise had flown off the chord, smashed into a wall, or person, or window, or something, as the bus collided with the slope, and tumbled down down down. Her nails were painted bright blue, and they caught the sunlight through the trees and mountains, gleaming ironically in that scene of death. In her dream, in which Nikita floated like a bird, through the haze of it memories shifted. Her sister, the girl who had sat next to her on the bus before falling, her friends, her room...it was all a blur, before blackness again was the only thing registered in her mind.
NICO
Nico rubbed his head, blinking swiftly, though a good humored smile played on his lips still. Whatever, right? The only thing to do was not to get to upset, or he might never get over it. Walking towards a crowd of people he saw through the trees where he had landed, a bit farther from the bus and the other survivors, he limped a little. "Well, that was pleasant," He said, coming out from the shadows, a bruise on his arm. He winked at one of the girls, the one talking, a crooked grin playing on his rugged face, though if you'd have looked closely, you'd see his eyes were dark and shattered.