Lazy people, RISE (Open)

[Erina Layl]

Erina took a deep breath.
"Phew, that was a hard one," she said loudly, smiling satisfactingly as she stopped singing the song becuase, well, it finished. People tended to believe that it was easy screaming your lungs out. It was very difficult, actually.
She coughed a couple of times before drinking from the bottle of water, carefully as she didn't want to have to change clothes, again.

Leaning forward to grab the bottle, she placed her hands around it, refraining from gripping it too tightly. 

She was sitting in a chair that she had taken out of her room. To signify that fact, she placed it against the door, legs extended out to trip anyone who happened to be walking by.
WHAT?
Trying to sit properly meant that her knees would be bent and that she'd be obliged to have her back glued to the chair. She'd be very uncomfortable; it also happened to be the way her mom always told her to sit.

The bottle had been placed between her legs, easily as each was cuffed to the other as if they were one. She returned it there once more, eyes unable to lock onto one object. Her attention was constantly shifting, because she replaced whatever actions she couldn't do with constant eye movement. It was actually a fairly good excercice; she was able to fallow cards and discover several magic tricks.
It was cool being able to do that.

She started singing once more, the song this time less screamo, but nonetheless extremely fast. She took in deep breaths whenever possible.
The words were barely comprehensible, so she probably sounded insane to anyone around her; only she could hear the music -earphones.

She was wearing a pair of white shorts, extremely short as that was probably the most comfortable thing she could ever wear. She couldn't stand tight things. She just couldn't.
The restraints were already pretty annoying, so why should she bother wearing jeans or anything like that? She didn't mind people seeing them. Plus, it was made of titanium. 

She was dressed in a white  t-shirt, several sizes bigger than her own. The sleeves hung loosely over somewhat muscular arms.
Hey, she was indeed rather muscular. Well, at least her upper body.
Actually, it wasn't just her upper body; even her legs were toned and musculad.
Erina was strong.

Her skin was very tanned.
Ok, she was hardly tanned at the moment, but she was, during the summer anyway.
The girls usually tried to kick her out because they had assumed that she was a guy, being her flat self.
It was sad, really. She still hadn't left an impression.
Ok, that was also a lie.
She left an impression with the guys, the boys, the opposite gender than she was usually hanging out with. 

The only time they saw her was when she was going to sleep, though at the moment she couldn't find anything to do other than sing, a lot.

[Haruka Fukuhara]

Haruka normally wasn't a sound sleeper. This just happened to be the one time she actually fell into a deep sleep. Why? Because she had been forced to learn some stupid dance for about half the day before. And why did she have to learn the stupid dance in the first place? Because she went and pissed the wrong teacher off. That bitch certainly knew how to make her life horrible and was doing a good job at that. She was actually doing two things to Haruka:
One. Making her want to stop getting into trouble.
Two. Kill the bitch.

Obviously the first was never going to happen. The second? When she got stronger... and got that noise out of her head! A soft groan escaped her lips as she rolled over onto her side, opening her eyes tiredly. As she lay there half awake, she realized that the noise wasn't stopping and it actually wasn't a figment of her imagination. Wow. Someone screaming and screaming outside there. That was... unusual at best.

A yawn and Haruka finally dragged herself into an upright position, rubbing her sleep-laced eyes with the heels of her palms. Her whole body truly hurt. In places that she never - with all her background as a fighter - would have imagined hurting. Haruka fucking hated dancing. Or whatever ballet shit that bitch put her through.

Suddenly the screaming ceased and she looked up, caught off-guard. It stopped for a few long moments where the complete silence rang in her ears. And then it started again. Haruka slapped her forehead, running her hands through her hair a few times before stumbling to the door to see exactly what this commotion was about.

It took her a while to unlock her door and actually depress the handle far enough for her to peek out and see what it was. No, actually she stared. And stared. And stared more. It was the girl across the corridor. What was her name? She couldn't remember. Whatever her name was, she could scream. And scream. And add a headache to the incessant, numerous other aches in her body and that was not helping. Haruka didn't care how she came off. She just glared at the girl. And glared, willing her silently to stop that screaming so she could-!

Actually she couldn't go back to bed. She wasn't tired enough to go back to bed. Haruka just wanted her to stop.

[Erina Layl]

Erina continued, happily.
She was actually starting to enter some form of trance, and having known the lyrics by heart, it wasn't hard whatsoever. Her fingers tapped against her legs at a steady pace, and it wasn't until she was near out of breath that she stopped. She inhaled deeply, coughing numerous times.

She cocked her head, letting out a sigh as she took notice of the eyes that glared at her. Luckily, most of them disappeared behind doors when she stopped, and with that, she took another sip of water. She wasn't expecting an applause, but had she annoyed everyone that much? There really wasn't any harm in bothering them, but was she going to have that hard of a time coping with the females?

Sure, she didn't necessarily sing when she was at the guys' dorms, but they didn't mind her (despite the unecessary jabs and kicks). She ran her fingers through red hair, pushing it back and spotting out of the corner of her eye a girl that was intensly glaring at her.

Erina squinted for a moment as she pondered to who it was, only realizing moments later that she'd seen her fight before. All the same, the only thing the girl did was stare back at her. It was only then that she realized that they shared a couple of classes. "You!" she exclamed, raising both hands and pointing one finger at the short girl.

"You're the one that the teachers hate, right?" she added in an overly enthusiastic tone. Erina hadn't really cared much about the fact that the girl had stared at her for several seconds (or more); she hadn't come to notice until she pushed strands away from her teal eyes. Just as well, the only reason Erina wasn't singing was because this song was slow, emotional and boring. Of course, this was because the MP3 player wasn't hers; heck, she stole it, borrowed it.

She tried to completely shut out the dumb music as she was too lazy to skip. Taking a closer look, the girl looked rather displeased, more than the others that made the effort of trying to stare her down. Did she wake her up or something? Raising one wrist to meet her eyes, it was only then that he realized that she wasn't wearing a watch; actually, she hadn't worn a watch in a very, very long time. She sighed, looking up at the girl once more. "What time's it?" she asked.

[Haruka Fukuhara]

Stare. Harder. She will stop eventually. As though she could mentally project her thoughts (which Haruka was sure she couldn't) , she kept staring, growing more and more awake by the moment. She didn't want to wake up - the more she woke up, the more her muscles hurt. She hated muscles pain. Bruises she could stand, just not muscle pain.

Suddenly that girl stopped. Like... stopped. And breathed. And started coughing. The vigorous coughing wasn't helping the pulsing of her head - if only, it set a rhythm for her head to start throbbing to. After she stopped coughing, it was quiet. Haruka still stood there, really not wanting to move. It was sort of comfortable, wedged between the door and the frame and having both structures supporting her. She probably looked like shit having rolled out of bed but whatever.

She noticed. The other girl noticed her. And was staring back. Haruka still didn't do a thing, holding the blue-green gaze evenly. She pointed, lifting both arms (why again? Haruka couldn't for her life remember) at her.
"You're the one that the teachers hate, right?"
Another day Haruka would have nodded and smirked, perhaps even shot out some smart retort, but now all she could do was stare her 'doesn't it obviously show that all the teachers hate me' stare.

"What time's it?"
Haruka shrugged, a minimal movement of shoulders that made everything hurt. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, "I don't know," she replied. Sure she wasn't being talkative hanging around here in the middle of nowhere (nowhere since she was neither in her room nor in the corridor) but it was better than having nothing to do.

[Erina Layl]

By the time the other girl had actually responded, a new song was playing, one that Erina could enjoy screaming to. How she was actually familiar with so many songs...well, that just proved that she could easily attain good grades if they relied on memory. But alas, she had to actually listen to remember, and listening was hard when all you did was exchange jabs and kicks with the kid in front of you--or next to you.

All the same, that girl didn't look like she'd enjoy listening to Iba scream. And that was a shame. Truly a shame...
But why wouldn't Erina sing? It wasn't as if she was looking for mates and buddies. Besides, gals liked music and all that shit. She knew that she listened to it regularily, at some point. So if they weren't willing to fight, they could just listen to her raspy voice. And that was that. Nevertheless, she was more-or-less looking for a fight. And a fight didn't translate into getting slapped or yelled at. Nu-uh.

Just as well, she'd actually managed to loosen the chains on her restraints. Not by much, but something was something, and if she could do it once, then she could do it again, right? Well, if that was true, then she'd have to limit herself...

"I guess it really doesn't matter...So what's your name? I'm Erina." She was rather cheerful, today, wasn't she? Well, it was rather exciting, for her restraints to actually loosen. She wanted to fight, but had tons of homework and bruises wouldn't help get them finished any faster. Singing wouldn't, either...but at least she was staying out of trouble![/font]