August 20/ Burning a Hill-billy/ PG-13/ CLOSED

[hara]

Character(s): Hara Midori & Kanata wutever her last name is cuz i'm a lazy fuq to go look
Time: 9 PM
Location: qurls room 0:-)

The perfect time has finally arrived and all Hara had to do was bring a bag full of goodies with him. He had to wait in the bathroom until everyone left. People sometimes went into the cafeteria to eat dinner and they just wouldn't leave until it was the right time. But finally, it was Hara's perfect chance. Carefully, he opened the stall door open. Fuckin' hell, this bathroom smells like perfume, period, AND shit all together.

The silver haired boy placed his bag on the floor and went to the trashcan. Since the janitor has done his work with clearing it out, Hara filled it up with napkins from the school. After it had filled to the brim of the trashcan, Hara pulled out a set of matches from his pocket. He didn't match one, but four and throw them into the trashcan. He wanted a little more effect, so he pulled out a alcohol bottle from his bag and splashed some of it into the can.

Now the flames were engulfing the trash can. The smoke rose and all Hara did was triumphantly smile. Thankfully, there was another trash can in the bathroom. He went across the room and started stuffing the papers into the trashcan quickly. He didn't look around and the other trashcan was slowly melting away. The smoke wasn't as crazy since it was just burning napkins. Hara sang as he did his work, all calmly as if he wasn't going to get caught. He has yet to set the other trashcan on fire.

[red]

It had been getting dark since six that evening, but Kanata hadn't noticed since she was too busy cramming in the library. The school year was only a little over a month in, but already she was falling behind.

She had been so transfixed in the library that she even missed dinner. Hurrying she made her way over to the cafeteria, hoping and praying they could still give her something, but a foul smell coming from the girl's bathroom stopped her. While it wasn't unusual for strange smells to be coming out of the bathroom there was smoke accompanying this one.

Her curiosity peeked, Kanata popped her head into the doorway to see what was going on. A bright flame greeted her and welcomed her with blazing heat. Heat so powerful that it was even melting the trashcan. Well she hadn't been expecting this.

Raising her eyebrows she slipped fully into the bathroom and walked a bit closer to the trashcan though the heat was making that unbearable with each step. Was this some kind of cleaning technique that people in the city used? Kanata didn't really understand, but singing coming from the opposite end of the room kept her from thinking too hard on it.

Standing in front of the other trashcan and stuffing napkins into it was a white haired boy. A boy. Wasn't this the girl's bathroom? She pushed that thought away as she watched the lit trashcan cast an eerie orange glow on him, highlighting his grin as he kept singing. It was all a bit strange to Kanata but nonetheless she made her way over to the boy.

"Am I dreaming?" she asked. It seemed plausible enough that she had really fallen asleep in the library and her hunger was giving her strangely realistic dreams.

[hara]

"... Let's sway, let's sway~ ♪" he softly finished his tune as he managed to fill the other trash can up. Just as he turned around, there was a chick staring right at him. The flames were engulfing most in its path, so why'd she go in? Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Hara thought she was going to scream and cry to a nearby adult-- if there were anything around at that time.

However, the girl did the complete opposite. Instead, she asked if she was dreaming. What the hell...? Is she high or something? But the sound of her accent was so southern-- it made Hara laugh deviously inside. But he kept a still face as he lifted his chin in the orange light.

He took out the set of matches that was in his back pocket and walked over to her. Tapping the set on the front of her shoulders, his eyes narrowed once he lowered his gaze a bit. "Flat," he said. "Flat AND a hill-billy. I must be super lucky today," sarcasm spoke.

"Hey, instead of standing over there, why don't you give me a hand, hill-billy? Unless you want me to catch you on fire, too?"

[red]

The last of his napkins fluttered into the trashcan and just as they did so the boy took notice of her. He lifted his chin as he looked at her and his hand made a movement to his back pocket. Kanata's eyes followed him and saw that he took out a set of matches.

He walked over to where she was and gave a tap to her shoulder with the match set. Kanata tilted her head in response as she watched his face. The surreal-ness of the situation had kept her normally bubbly self tucked away during the whole, but when he finally spoke she found her voice again.

"Flat. Flat and a hill-billy. I must be super lucky today," the white haired boy remarked. It had been laced with sarcasm, but even if Kanata had been paying attention past the first word she wouldn't have noticed. No, instead the word flat was resounding in her head and she could take a good guess at what he was commenting on since many of the boys in her old village had done the same.

Quickly she brought her arms up to her breasts, trying to conceal them from the other despite the fact that he had already seen them. Her mouth formed into a large 'o' shape as she tried to muster her best glare at him. Even the people in her dreams were calling her flat!

Kanata turned on her heel and put her back to the boy. She turned her chin upright into the air and said curtly, "I'm not flat. I just haven't blossomed yet." She gave a small nod to the air as if to reassure herself that what she said was true. But right when she was about to carry on with voicing her thoughts the boy interrupted her.

"Hey, instead of standing over there, why don't you give me a hand, hill-billy? Unless you want me to catch you on fire, too?"
Kanata's interest was peeked again. She turned around fully to meet the boy and looked at him curiously. "Help? With burning these napkins? Why are you even burning them? And you can't light me on fire, this is a dream!" She ignored the hill-billy comment again since it seemed unimportant right now and Kanata was sure that when she woke up from this she would be able to ask someone.

[hara]

The girl went into defense mode as soon as Hara had muttered something about her breasts. "Yeah, yeah, all flat girls say that. And then ten years later, they're still flat. There's nothing to hide, hill-billy," he deadpanned. She seemed shocked-- and looked like an airhead. Though, despite those features, she really did look like another victim to help Hara during his play time.

Hara widened his eyes in surprise to the other girls obedient questions. She asked her questions in an excited tone. "Yeah," he pointed behind him to the second trash can with his thumb. "That trash can needs to get burning. Think you can handle helping me, flat-chest?" He scoffed at her confidence at the end of her last question. "I can burn you, it's not that hard," he shrugged with a playful grin. His eyes were still dull, but his grin told a different story. She thinks this is a dream... perfect.

The teen watched as the first trash can was slowly melting away. It was almost black droplets of water, but frozen. The trash can looked like it was crying. "C'mere," he invited. "Take this-- light one, throw it in, light another one, throw it in, and repeat." Hara tried explaining with hand motions with the box of matches in his hand. It was only time that they would get caught, but he could always frame her.