DWIGHT

@pyrexthomas

Bird didn’t know what she wanted to do for her birthday, she didn’t have any plans and wasn’t sure who was busy and who wasn’t so she decided to check Pyre’s room first, after all, they haven’t really hung out in a while and she missed him. She knocked on his room door, waiting patiently.

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“Hey mister handsome.” Soteira almost purred as she leaned against his doorpost. A soft smile on her face as she further entered his room. “I hope you behaved this summer?” She questioned, brows raised and a playful smirk on her face.

It’s at the sound of her voice that he turns his head, his brows raised and a charming grin forming. “Hey.” He mutters, setting back his camera. “Yeah, this crazy thing is, without you I stay out of trouble.” He retorts, grinning back boyishly and rising up from his seat. “How you been, Teira?”

“I-It’s nothing, just a bruise,” she muttered as she pulled at her shorts as the bruise was near her knee.

His eyes are trained on the offensive spot before he fixes his gaze on to her. His jaw slightly set and his expression made with a firm seriousness.. “You sure?”

He’s standing in front of her house. A charming grin curving along the lines of his mouth as he knocks. He’d been planning on spending his summer back in New York; While not his original hometown, he’d been living within the streets of the city for quite some time. But most of his first days there were spent with helping out his folks. The rest he’d be seen messing around with his old mates in Central Park or around the streets. When he’d heard that the blonde had gone back too though, he’d ditched his friends and gone out of his way to take her somewhere. Do something fun. She was -- something to him after all. And he liked spending time with her. Figured she could probably use a day out.

Messing around, the bunch of lads make their way over to the large bonfire that seems to be going on. Most of the students are crowded around the fire, laughing, talking animatedly and roasting marshmallows. When Pyre spots the girl though, he makes his way over, ignoring the taunting hollers from his friends . “Mind If I join you?” He mutters, watching the little short head with a charming grin.

Chasity glances at her phone where she received many happy birthday text messages, but not the one that she really wanted. She knew that it was stupid to wait around for a text message or phone call that she wasn’t going to receive. “Another year of disappointment..” she trails off more to herself than anyone else as she lets out a soft sigh, bringing her legs towards her chest and hugging them. 

There’s lobsided smile on the corner of his mouth, making him appear even more charming, as he moves over to the blonde. It’s at her words though that he furrows his brows together for a moment, a serious expression forming. He knows he’s not the guy she wants a present from, wants to take her out. Her dad is probably the only person who could ever make this day exactly how she wishes it to be. But at least he’s here and he can take her mind off of it.  “Alright, I know i’m late but I do have a gift, no disappointment.” Pyre mutters, throwing a charming grin down towards the huddling girl. “What do you say, Wendy? Wanna get lost?”

As the door opened, she glances up at the taller guy. Instantly her eyes drifted towards his hands to see him holding the camera that she had gotten for him for Christmas which caused a small smile to form upon her lips. “Hey,” she mumbles back. “I – um, I’m not bugging you right? I mean if I am I could leave and come back later.. or not come back at all.” she rambles before she stops herself and takes a breath. 

There’s a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth at her ramble. And he scratches the back of his neck, stepping aside to make room for her to slip past as he mutters. “No.. you’re not bugging me. By all means.” He indicates for her to come in, that goofy boyish grin still plastered to his features. “You alright?”

Ever since her half-sister arrived at the school, it had been bugging her. Normally, she would try and forget about it, however she couldn’t seem to ignore the fact that her so called father cheated on her mother with Eve’s mom and had her before she was even born. The blonde could feel herself weakening, wanting to break down as much as she hated it, however she kept strong. Needing to get her mind off of things, she headed to the one person that she knew she could rant and trust aside from Kai. When she arrived at him dorm room, she knocked on it and silently waited for him to open the door, hoping that she wasn’t interrupting anything important. 

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He was messing around with his own camera, a small black device that was simple and easy in comparison for what he had to use in class. Though he preferred it, besides the fact that it was a lot lighter, she had given it to him for Christmas. He’d been using it for his own projects and shots since then. Now, rewinding and playing some of the footage he’d taken earlier, his features were serious, focused on to the details and the lighting and the contrast. It’s only at the small knock that he snaps up and moves towards the door. His camera still in one hand as he opens it. The corner of his mouth tugs up at the sight of the short blonde before him and he juts out his chin slightly in recognition. “Hey.” Mutters Pyre.

Dear Pyre, 

You got my heart, I don’t want it back. 

It was getting colder and colder and she was losing air, she needed to breath, but if she did she would end up sucking up the water and it worried her. Maybe she won’t make it out alive, but no matter what happens she was glad that whoever it was had noticed her and was coming towards her. Seeing who actually came to help her caused her breath to hitch slightly as she gives him a worried look knowing that she didn’t have much air left and that she was going to pass out soon. She felt him try to tear away the fabric of her skirt, which caused her to instantly help him with that. 

He knows their time frame is slipping away. And his jaw is locked, tensely. Mouth drawn into a thin line as he tugs on to the fabric. Pulling it harshly from the object it’s caught on. It’s the quickest way to get her out--to get her above the decreasing surface. The water is icy--stinging coldly to his skin and eyes, but his focus is onto her and he’s careless towards it. Her above him, always. (hero, hero.) He needs to get her out. Get her to safety. He promised her, he wouldn’t let her get hurt again. And Mr. Perfect should keep up his reputation. With her help, it seems the material of her shirt is tearing, and he yanks, until it finally comes lose. With a slight relief, he turns his green hues towards her, checking if she’s okay before wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close to support and swimming towards the ceiling.

As Chasity helped Ainsley up and out of the flood, she was following her out when suddenly her shirt had been caught onto something and she couldn’t get out of it. She was stuck and whatever it was was dragging her down. She kicked and tried her hardest to swim back up, however nothing worked. She glances around her trying to find someone to help her. As she panics knowing that soon she might not be able to get out, she sees a body. Not knowing or caring who it was, she waves her arms and try to make air bubbles to show that she was there. 

He swims through, going out of his way for some of the furniture that block his path. His jaw tense and his eyes strongly focussing on anything that might indicate life. - need of help. But there’s only water; cold grey and icy water that keeps rising with rapid speed. Ticking away the seconds he might need to get out of there. They won’t have much time. He’s fast though, (of course) covering the ground. Shouting out for a response. Then, when he turns, he spots the scarce bubbles popping above the surface. And without any thought he dives, swimming towards the body. There’s a slight feeling of relief at finding her. He’s quick to notice she’s stuck though, and he frowns intensely, trying to see through the unclear water and tear away the fabric of her shirt.

Her head was clouded as she moves along at a steady pace. She felt numb and just wanted to go back to help the girl, but she knew that she wasn’t the best swimmer. The girl glanced up at him and shakes her head, “It should be me.. she shouldn’t be trapped because of me.. She’s there because of me.” she mutters, before nodding her head really hoping that the guy could help the blonde out, she was worried and knew that the lungs can’t take much water and that she will collapse soon. 

His jaw is tense, there is something about the thought of her being stuck - being hurt or in danger that’s a creating a deafening pull. Something he didn’t really know he felt. He registers the words of the other girl halfway - and there’s an instinct of turning around and talking with her. Telling her it should be no one. Because that’s who he is. A hero. A perfect gentlemen. But he knows she’s safe with the paramedics and he has to help others. He has to try, at least, to get others to safety. So he runs, plunging through the water and entering the building from where Ainsley had just come from. An intense and focused expression on his face as he swims through, trying to locate the blonde.

Those horrible thoughts that she had once again popped into her head. It should of been her, not the blonde that seem to be caught while saving her. When a person stepped closer towards her and helped her towards a safer spot where the emergency crew was, she looks up at him and points towards the door that she just came out of. “S-she’s in there.. Something happened, she was behind me, b-but now she’s not.. and oh my god, that should be me.” 

He tries and steadies her as they move, keeping it at her pace. His gaze focused on to the girl, with a serious and concerned expression hovering on his features. It’s when they’ve reached the paramedics and she gestures towards the place that he nods to one of the crew members, securing the other girls safety before sprinting off towards the water. He falters though, turning around when he registers all of her words.  “Hey! Woah! That should be no one, alright? No one should be in there. Not even you.” Mutters Pyre, gazing at her intensely for a few seconds. “I’ll be back.” He runs off, then. One particular blonde clouding his thoughts.

By the time that the water gotten to her, Ainsley was on the ground trying to find her way out. A part of her wanted to just stay there and let whatever happen to her happen to her, however she was saved by someone. When she got out, she noticed that the person wasn’t behind her causing her to panic. “I– blonde hair, she’s – trapped inside!” she exclaims trying to catch her breath as she coughs up some water. 

He’d gotten himself out of harms way rather quickly. Not nearly being deep enough within the building to find himself stuck or oblivious to the rising of the water level as others had been. Now, as it was, he was trying to help out others. Trying to get them to safety first instead of going along with the rest to the hotels. Because he’s Mister Perfect and that’s just who he is right? He shakes his head a bit, droplets splattering around as he does. His breathing a little more heavy as he makes his way through the water to help another student. It’s when they’re safe -- that he notices the panicked girl, her words stirring him to move a bit faster. “Where is she?” Pyre urges. There’s only one blonde that comes to mind and while he knows there are a lot more blondes walking around the campus, there’s something akin to dread at the thought she might be stuck, hurt, or worse. He stares down at the girl, intensely while walking her to a bit more of a safer spot where she can get dried and warm.