Deistic Academy (Multi Pantheon Advanced RP) discussion

((This may be a bit rough so I apologize))

Calyx needed to get away, it seemed as if almost everyone at this school wanted to know how he was doing or if he was alright. It was maddening, the only reason he'd come to the academy was to get away from the constant harassment at his old school and well he had to admit the idea of Gods was intriguing. However it was his fourth year and he still had no clue who he was all he had to go off of was increasingly weird dreams about trees and wild pigs and death. It was confusing and not very pleasant to think about. Calyx closed his eyes willing the images to go away while approaching the stables. He came here often when everything became too much for him to deal with, it was quiet and other people didn't often show here especially on a hot day like today. Leaning back against the tree he took out his case and carefully pulled out his e cig, turning it on with a press of his thumb. He held it between his finger waiting a couple seconds before bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply, letting the mango flavored smoke fill his lungs before exhaling.

This place. Was. Awesome. The buildings were alright - more variety than on the island at least - but what was so much more fascinating were the people. And the things. Everyone had mobile phones, but they weren’t like the phones she’d seen on tv, they were so tiny and slim -- they were like sci-fi mobile phones but in the present day. It was awesome. She’d have to get one somehow. And then figure out how to use it.

Lake had only arrived the day before, but she was pretty sure she was going to love it here. But she was still getting the lay of the land. Or - well - the roof.

Her feet kicked up a little dirt as she dismounted the low roof, covering her canvas sneakers in grit. She made a little noise as she pulled out the loose strands of hair that had somehow stuck to her lips on the way down, and glanced around. She’d gotten up on the building from the other side, not being particularly fond of the smell of the horses, but hadn’t been around front yet. Her eyes caught on to a small cloud floating in the air, and she watched it with wide eyes for a moment, wondering on its origin, before retracing its path back to a nearby tree. There was someone on the other side of it, and they were making smoke, and -- and it smelled good.

A few light steps, almost a skip, and she was coming around the person’s side. “Hup ye boy ye-” she greeted with a grin, teasingly. “And who’re you, then?” Her eyes caught the faint glow of the device in his hands. “And what’s that?” Her fingers twitched, wanting to reach for it, but she quickly laced them behind her, rocking back on her feet, resisting her initial urge, pursing her lips as she stopped herself from rambling on.

Calyx managed to work in a couple more drags before he heard the sound of footsteps. He willed the other person to go away he didn't come here to talk to people. In fact, the last thing he wanted to do was to talk to someone; if he wanted to talk to talk to someone he would've. Okay, that was a dirty lie, but he wasn't going to admit that. He sighed as he caught sight of ginger hair; apparently, all his mental pleading had been for nothing.

Another cloud of smoke passed his lips as he sighed. Calyx had a feeling that just ignoring her would do nothing, but maybe he could drive her away with his usual charm and wit. He looked at the girl carefully, before turning his head once more so he was facing almost completely away from her. "Look you don't know me and I don't know you and I'd prefer to keep it that way; so if you could leave and forget you saw me back here and that we had a conversation that would be fucking great."

He raised his e-cig to his lips and inhaled again, after a second or two he turned and blew the smoke in her direction. Not directly in her face mind you, he could be a dick, but he wasn't that much of a dick. "Also if you don't know what this is you definitely shouldn't be hanging out anywhere near me." He noticed the way she was rocking restlessly and how she'd quickly put her hands behind her. It was odd behavior for sure, even at a nutter of a school like this one.

Lake met his gaze unflinchingly when he looked her over, but when he turned away she found her own eyes narrowing, even as a crooked smile grew. “Ah, well I don’t know you yet but I’m willin’ to change that.” She took a tiny step forward, wondering how difficult it might be to pluck the device from his hands. Following the path back to his lips she was once again fascinated. She’d seen smoking in movies, but not like this. This wasn’t smoking. Cigarettes were little tubes of white and orange, or maybe just white with little rings on them -- at least, that’s what she’d seen. She’d spotted the butts in the street, too, and those were white and orange as well. Her grandmother always told her not to smoke, that it was a filthy habit -- besides which, it would be a hassle to try to get cigarettes back and forth to Lambay.

She’d gotten the slightest bit closer and leaned toward the smoke-that-wasn’t-smoke as the boy breathed out, sniffing at it and ignoring his comment. “It smells good, though. ...Fruity. How does it work?” She eyed the device again, unclasping her hands and smoothing them over her thighs before loosely entwining them again at the hem of her shirt, lips forming into a small pout. She could probably grab the thing and run. She shouldn’t, but it was probably possible. Crystal blue eyes snapped back to his. “You’re not from here,” she accused, as though she might distract him long enough to trick the thing from his grasp.

Calyx sighed, smoke passing through his lips. Why couldn't he just be left alone for an hour? That's all he was asking for. "I don't believe you could've found someone who was less willing than I am," He said, lips curling back in a slight sneer, before schooling his features and taking another drag. He took a couple seconds before releasing the smoke from his lungs. Cal lowered the sleek, black device, letting it dangle loosely from his fingers. He found himself looking at her again, slightly amused at her reaction to the smoke. Honestly, it was like she'd never seen a vape before, Calyx didn't know how that was possible, they were everywhere.

"It's electronic: heat converts liquid into vapor. The smell is flavored nicotine." He found himself explaining, even if he still had reservations about the small redheaded girl. He still hadn't looked at her, as if by looking at her that would send some sort of signal that he wanted to talk longer. He didn't, but he had a feeling she didn't particularly care if he wanted to talk or not. "You're not from around here, none of are. If I had to take a guess though, I would say Scotland." Knowing him he'd probably gotten it wrong; his geography skills were nothing to write home about. "Is there a reason why you're still here? I thought I told you to get out of here." He huffed, holding hid e-cig to his lips. Cal hesitated before inhaling and releasing the smoke once again.

Lake’s smile only widened at his insistent apathy, but his explanation had her stepping forward again, nodding, eyes alight with interest. She loved learning new things. Her knowledge was limited, but when she got new information she devoured it happily. (Her mind was occasionally a bit of a sieve, but at least she tried.) She giggled at his guess, eyes flitting to the device held loosely in his hand, and she bit her lip for a moment before pulling her eyes away. Bad Lake. Be polite. No stealing. “No. Éire.” She grinned. “Ireland.”

She narrowed her eyes at his dismissal, but even as she tried to pout her smile wouldn’t go away. Instead she blinked away her attempt at false irritation and stared straight at him, wondering if he’d meet her gaze. She was likely a little too close for comfort for most people. As he exhaled she moved into the flow of the smoke, curious, tongue curling out as she almost bit at the air in an attempt to taste it.