Realistic or Modern A Rejects Sanctuary

[SkyFilms]

Soft hesitant steps echoed through the quiet corridors as a silent teen strolled through them almost a ghost as he barely emitted any sound. The schools final bell had rung out only a half hour ago and the classroom which were once full of teens were empty, the school so quiet it gave off an eerie aura that would make one believe only ghosts inhabited it. Owen had grown accustomed to this feeling and his strides were natural as he came closer and closer to the schools entrance. The orange haired boys satchel full of his needed utensils patted his upper thigh as it swayed to halt as he slowed to open the double doors and left the schools warm interior to meet the outsides storming climate.


Water splashed up from the forming puddles the boy ran over quickly in an attempt to reach his destination quicker. His once bright and curly hair was now a deep bronze as it stuck to his face and neck with the liquid. Owens mouth was slightly agape as he took in quiet pants, never having been skilled in the physical aspect as many people would believe a male teen should be.


Before the rain could cause him more discomfort he tugged one of his sweaters sleeves back to his wrist and grabbed onto the cold door knob before entering the abandoned building. Mainly darkness surrounded him as he stepped down towards the first room to the right, single specks of light infiltrating the building. Owen could recall how he had found a lot of discomfort in the building due to the large amount of darkness, but now he walked through it without as much caution. Finally when he came to the door with the bronze sign ingraved with its title,


'Room 1' he entered it quietly without closing the door and tugged a metal chain he knew to be there. The room was soon illuminated with the perfect amount of light, a sliver of it escaping into the hallway.

 

[The Doorman]

Aha! Right on schedule... It's that boy... This was it, Thomas was going to follow that quiet stranger into the building, he'd gone there everyday for what seemed like forever and his patience was all but shot. It wasn't like he had anything to go home to, anyone to pick him up, his parents stopped caring freshman year and though it bothered him he would never blame them, he'd brought down a cape of shame onto the backs of his family members and he himself had made the decision to struggle through life with a mask over his eyes to hide his petty wallowing. Who is he, anyways? The whereabouts, the identity, and the motives of the strange boy were unknown to the senior, seeing as he'd stopped trying to meet people years ago, it wouldn't be long before he graduated though, escaped this constant and persistent mocking that followed him like a pesky insect or buzzards following the movement of the nigh dead.


Though he found the old, dusty building to be no more than a sketchy mess, Mikaelson had felt some strange attraction to it before, but suspected this was because of the former homeless resident that had lived nearby, and how he'd suddenly left when the boy began entering the building. Did the boy... Live there? Thomas wouldn't know, he usually just left after school, always managing to catch a glimpse of the guy disappearing into the abandoned structure and building up his curiosity for another day. For a moment, as the boy walked inside, the young brunette found himself wishing to speak with him, whoever he was, maybe he'd... Maybe he'd respond. No, no, this stranger didn't look like the type to talk, and Thomas knew he should probably just leave well enough alone and drive home but he couldn't help but wonder just what was going on inside.


Without a second or, third thought, the shy senior walked with light feet over to the door, and leaned to the left in complete silence, the only thing he could make out in the darkness was the boy's silhouette as he moved through the hall and opened the door to a room whose door had a labelling n the front that Thomas couldn't quite make out, One... Eleven, maybe? By the position it could certainly be either... He thought without uttering a single word or singular vowel aloud as the light from the room illuminated the boy's face and a fraction of the hallway, which was just as dusty and dirty as the silent senior had suspected, and only slightly larger than it looked on the outside. A tardis. Before his mind could wander further into comparison of the building with the whovian spacecraft he jerked back, in his paranoid state he could've sworn the guy saw him, but as stated, he was a bit paranoid as of late. He quickly returned to peaking inside at the stranger, wondering just what his intentions were .

 

[SkyFilms]

Owens hair though soaked still hid his bright eyes as he inspected the 2D art which coated the walls, with a wide arrangement of styles and meanings. He had come to realize that though he would come here each day he'd discover something new each time, may it be a marking from someone who could have come before him or a new painted canvas he hadn't come to catch sight of yet. He almost smiled, this was his little sanctuary and beautiful new scenery no one else seemed to know about especially those who spoke so negatively to him each day. When he completed his quick inspection of the room he returned to one of the four tables that had been set up when he had came to find the room. Small amounts of each color dotting their surfaces; an unintentional rainbow of the worlds many shades.


The orange haired sophomore bit his lower lip as he took hold of the many paint brushes in front of him, knowing well that they each had been ruined and would no longer be able to create the art it once held the power to. With the pile of wooden brushes in his hands he was cautious as he stepped a crossed the room and dropped them into one of the garbage bins he had found in a storage closet. The utensils hit the sides without a pattern, letting the drumming echo out form the contents and into the silent room.


Owen then quietly reached down to his feet and plucked a stray brush off the cement ground and tossed it with its brethren before turning around silently back to the table which had just been recently cleared off. But a figure caught his glance and he halted all movement ceasing as he turned to the figure in the door. Most of their expression was hidden, the stray light form the art room only lighting parts of their clothing and neck features.


How long has that person been here? Are they one of the people who were here before? Are they going to beat me up for being here?





The questions flew through the boys head as he raised his hands in front of him, his right hand 'ticking' anxiously, worried about what the figure was going to do.


As his pale lips mouthed, 'Sorry' continuously to the stranger still not wishing to use his voice despite the situation.

 

[Yanipurr]

"That's weird I swear that buildings abandoned and has been for years" Luke muttered to himself after watching a orange haired boy enter the room. Luke was at his usual place he goes after school but he was their early since normally he waits until everyone else has already left school but today he left at the same time as everyone else which was rare. Luke continued to watch the building where the orange haired boy enter, he didn't know what it was but something seemed to drew him to the building. Not so long after another male entered the building and Luke's curiosity grew.


Biting his finger nails Luke continued to watch the building even until he decided he wanted to go see whats what which wasn't like him at all. He put in some headphones and continued to look at the building for a while before he took a step closer and continued walking towards the building. He got to the door and froze.


Should I open it? shouldn't I open it?


After thinking for another minute he made up his mind but the rain may have helped in that decision.


Against his own better judgment he slowly and silently opened the door taking a deep breath he entered the building once again slowly shutting the door behind him.


Well whats the worst that can happen, its not like I'll get killed right.


Taking a look around to try and calm his nerves with his mind allover the place, why was he even here he couldn't quite remember nor think of a good reason to be but turning back now would just cause him to still be curious. He looked to the first room he saw which was a room on the right side. He could see the outline of a person there and he just froze by the entrance not sure of what to do next so he just attempted to listen in on what was happening.

 

[The Doorman]

Thomas took a few steps inside when he suddenly noticed the boy with s O-Oh... He saw me... He looks... Startled... I should talk... I should- "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Thomas shrank into his scarf, embarrassed by the fact that the stranger had actually seen him, despite his caution, "I-I... D-don't mean you any ill... I'm just... Curious..." He watched as his slightly warmed breath shook in the cool air, had it been raining? I was so focused on finding out what was happening here that I... I failed to notice... Even with my focus how could I- The senior looked up, the boy was still there and he now heard the footsteps of yet another person, whipping his head around to see another stranger, eye widening a moment with his shock, their startling blue hue glowing in the somewhat illuminated darkness that seemed to plague the old building, all he could see was what little part of him was shown through the light outside, which was soon cut off by the door and once again left the hall mostly in darkness, making it difficult for him to see, but even so he chose to stop speaking, pulling his scarf up over his mouth and hoping the guy wouldn't notice him.

 

[EmilyPower]

Elizabeth looked at the orange haired guy as he entered the building, he did the same thing every day and Elizabeth was always curious about that place and why would he go there and for some reason, Elizabeth wanted to find out today. She ran towards the building as fast as she could to avoid getting completely soaked but her white hair ended up soaked anyways. She turned the cold knob and entered the building quietly hoping no one would see her. The building was dusty and it looked old on the inside but Elizabeth liked it for some strange reason.


Elizabeth wondered why did the boy came here every day since she started noticing the building which was a long time ago. Elizabeth looked at the first room and saw a figure there, it was a boy obiously but Elizabeth didnt recognize him, that was not a very big surprise for Elizabeth since she was terrible at making friends so it was a miracle she actually knew some people and most of those teens hated her. A lot.

 

[Atsuko]

The tall building, old and abandoned stood as high and mighty as its current status allowed it to. Vines curtained the cracked and dusty windows, and the front door hung barely by its hinges. Silently she crept towards it, as held in her breath. It was just like a small abandoned castle in the fantasy novels she read. A knight always found the kidnapped forgotten princess, and brought her into a happier and brighter world.


She snickered at her thoughts, as she walked into the opening, and placed her hand on the rusty door knob. The building was probably once a beautiful, well-kept building that was inhabited by cheerful students and hardworking students...she wondered why they would abandon such a building all of a sudden.


Maybe...something was wrong with it. Just like her...


She shook her head, and allowed herself to enter the suspicious entrance. Her head spun to the right corridor, as she heard muffled voices coming from a room.


[Room 1]


Cautiously, she stepped towards the room her hands tracing the cracked walls. She lifted her right hand in front of her, almost as if she expected the metallic limb would protect her from the figures in the room.


"Hello? W-who is there?"

 

[SkyFilms]

Owen was pleasantly surprised to find the other boy apologizing to him rather then questioning him ruthlessly as he had feared. Perhaps I'm being to prejudice, good word Owen and I think you are, he doesn't seem to mean any harm. The sophomore nodded slightly though barely visibly as if the voice in his mind was a true being in the room with them. Though it was actually one of fiction, another personality he had created in the eighth grade to suppress his loneliness which came with his lack of speech. He then gradually stepped towards the table he had left his satchel at and slipped his fingers into it to grab his slightly dampened leather journal and a single pencil to write with.


'Its okay, I never expected someone else to ever come in here though. That's all...' His pen danced a crossed the cream tinged paper with light precision as he wrote in smooth cursive by habit before stepping forward hesitantly and showing the boy before him. Just as he heard another voice one of a girls, the sound made his grip on his journals edge tighter. His front teeth biting his lower lip anxiously causing dimples to appear on his freckled cheeks.

 

[The Doorman]

Thomas froze, silence overcoming him as the number of bodies present increased, he glanced over at the boy's smooth handwriting a moment before looking over at the others, his hands trembling before he brought them together nervously and pushed his shoulders up the move the scarf further over his shy face. "Th-th-this is... Qu-quite the f-fan base you h-have here... St-stranger..." He said in a muffled voice, his heart racing a thousand miles a minute and progressively raising, making Thomas feel slightly ill an woozy. "I-I-I thought I-I'd-" The boy clears his throat, sweating uncontrollably, he just hoped... What was he thinking, everyone knew what he'd done... It was on the news for Pete's sake... The sweat on his face may or may not have turned to tears as his nerves threw him off. "Oh god I made a mistake..." He glanced back at Owen, who had yet to say this was his name, and found himself unsure which one of them felt worse about the situation, he couldn't really think outside of embarrassment and the desire to avoid becoming ill on the spot, he closed his bright eyes and hoped this wouldn't turn out badly.


It did look a little... Sketchy... What with him following the orange-haired boy into an abandoned building, for all he knew, someone in the room thought this was an elaborate drug deal. Calm down, Thomas, you're overreacting, they must be curious too... Maybe we're all outcasts... Maybe they aren't so bad... I'm definitely intimidated, are they all taller than me or is it all in my head? Probably in my head, I can't see straight. "W-We... We are all here for the same reason... Right? I mean... I'm just a little..." He shrank, steam blowing out in front of his face as his body heated on account of his shot nerves. "... Curious... I-is... Is that why you're here?" Thomas' already high-pitched voice squealed as he spoke, he just wanted to leave, but he'd already spoken, it was too late. Now his only hope was that these strangers were decent human beings.

 

[Atsuko]

Eryla stared at the stuttering boy silently, her eyes growing warmer.


These people were't bad.


They both looked terrified, and almost as if they wanted to just dig a hole and hide away.


"I won't hurt you guys...," she said, her voice barely audible.


She tried her best to make her smile look as real as possible, but she knew that she would probably only scare them even more. Instinctively, she hid her metallic limb behind her back as she noticed their eyes drawing to the part that she didn't want to show.


The building was one of those things that looked abandoned and so desolate that you couldn't help but get attracted to it by simple curiosity.


It was a reject just like all of them.


Timid, cracked, cold, rusty, grey...and waiting for someone to find it and give it a chance.


The timid eyes followed her, as she cautiously stepped forward as if she was stepping into a restricted territory.


She read the small, graceful words on the notebook in one of the boy's hands.


The silence in the room was calming, yet at the same time suffocating.


She cleared her throat.


"My name is Eryla...who may you two be?"


Her placid green eyes scanned over them, her heart thumping rapidly inside of her chest.