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[Ryder Carpers]

Ryder walked into the school, a quickness to his step. He was already late for a meeting he was supposed to be having with the Principle about a more affective way to use paper, as the school seemed to be going through a lot of it. He was wanting to bring the idea of recycling into the school and using up other resources which didn't need trees to be knocked down in order to make. He wasn't sure if the Principle would wait for him though but he had washed his hair today and broken his rules. He wanted to make a good first impression. He was wearing a black suit, fitting his slender frame nicely rather than drowning him. When you lived in a tent you had quite a lot of money to spare.

As Ryder began to walk, picking up his pace towards the entrance, his information pack in his hand which he would present to the principle, he suddenly tripped on the pavement. Today was not a good day and it seemed that just so soon it was turning from bad to worse. He cringed as his palms and knees stung. It was embarresing but that wasn't the worst of it, the information pack had torn page to page and the wind seemed to be scattering it, almost creating a game to catch it. "Ugh," he frowned as he ran after the paper to no avail. Ryder stopped in the courtyard looking down at his once smart suit. Now scuffed with pavement ash, the knees scraped, his palms bleeding. Why did bad things happen to good guys?

[Isobel DeLuca]

Isobel walked through the gates back onto the school grounds, her expression unreadable as usual; her head down, looking at the ground. The wind blew around her long midnight black hair with violent pink steaks onto her face which she pushed back constantly although the wind just kept blowing it back. Seeing movement out of the corner of her blue eyes, Isobel looked up to see a man running after his papers that were being scattered around by the wind. Rolling her eyes Isobel quickened her pace until she was about a metre away. "You alright there?" She said to him, staring at his scruffed appearence with her ice blue eyes. Her voice and expression sounded unconcerned. But that was only because she had trained it to be that way.

"What are you doing here?" She added a minute later while arching her eyebrows at him, Isobel hadnt noticed that his knees were scraped and his palm's were bleeding; she was to busy watching him. She didnt trust the stranger at all, although Isobel never trusted anyone she met straight away. "Can I help you?" She said her tone of voice now changing slightly, it had a hint of impatience and coldness mixed into it. She wasnt planning on wasting her time but this guy looked like he needed some help from the look of his scruffy appearence.

[Ryder Carpers]

Ryder stopped what he was doing and paused to look around at the girl. It was nice that today people could stop and find the time to help out a stranger, he appriciated it quite a lot. Not everyone could do it, and not everyone would. "Hey... well sort of," Ryder responded with a small pout. His problem was if he'd missed his meeting he'd have to get another and then he'd have to get another copy of the folder only it would ruin more paper and therefore ruin more trees. He sighed miserably, Ryder did not want to be to blame for killing a tree but then why had the wind thrown it from his hands? The wind and the trees should have worked as a team to prevent tree killing, yet it made no sense, very little sense. Ryder shook his head at his thoughts, and at the wind. It should have known better. "I'm sorry I'm just disapointed, I mean there's no need for it to have happened. It seems almost like... like something's wrong," Ryder admitted with a thoughtful sigh. Something had to be wrong, the balance must have been unbalanced for the wind to betray the tree.

"I have a meeting with the Principle about how to make the school greener, only I'm kind of late and my papers are everywhere and I have an appointment to give blood in about forty five minutes so I'm slightly worried I'll miss it." Ryder exclaimed as he reached down for a piece of paper. "Hmm, it's a bit crinkled, do you think he'll mind?!" he mused, but there was no point in even doing the assignment if he didn't have all of it. Ryder nodded his head. "It would be very helpful if you could pick up some of the papers." He hadn't picked up the coldness in her voice, in fact he was naive to her impatience and rather honoured by her helpfulness. He liked to think that people cared, it gave him hope and faith in the human race.

[Isobel DeLuca]

Isobel rolled her eyes he was one of those green people that often went around trying to force their belifs of people. It wasnt that Isobel didnt care for the Earth it was just, she hated it when others tried to force their belifs of people. "I really dont think he would mind. But your appearence could do some work" She said once again trying to take another stab, but this guy seemed oblivious to what she was meaning. With a sigh she bent down and picked up some of the scattered papers before they blew away, maybe it would help to get rid of him quicker. After picking up a few more papers Isobel pushed them towards him without caring if they ripped or crinkled more.

"There" She said then turned away from him and began walking slowly towards her dorm room, her hands in her pockets. However her thoughts were on what the stranger had said, would the principle actually listen to what he had to say and make the school greener? The guy's appearence probably wouldnt make such a great first impression but then again what did Isobel know about making great first impressions? Nothing. She always made bad ones with people who prejudged her before they actually got to know her. And many didnt even bother to try and become friends with her once she said at least a sentence to them. With a shrug Izz pushed that though out of her mind.

[Ryder Carpers]

Ryder sighed as he looked down at his appearance. He thought the suit look would do him well today but maybe she was right, maybe there was something wrong with his appearance. "Do you think it's too much, or not enough?" he asked her curiously. If she told him what she thought he would probably learn for next time and have a better chance of getting his point across. "I tried to look presentable but I guess I could do with a lot of training," he admitted sheepishly as he accepted some of his papers from her. "Thank you," he called after her. It was nice that some people could help him like that, there were a lot of students here yet none of them seemed to take much notice of him, maybe they thought he was a teacher? But even so a teacher should have been helped. Maybe he should become a teacher, Ryder pondered, but then if this was how kids acted how could he become one? Yet someone did need to teach them a lesson. He grumbled in his thoughts.

Ryder shook his head shortly, he needed to go and thank her properly. He quickly ran after her, his footsteps bellowing loudly against the tarmac. "Hey wait up," Ryder yelled as he gripped a hold of her arm, "I need to thank you." he informed her as he pulled a twenty dollar bill from his pocket. "Here... thanks." Ryder smiled.

[Isobel DeLuca]

Isobel looked Ryder up and down with her ice blue eyes slightly narrowed for a couple of minutes. "You look scruffy" She said coldly then pursed her lips together in thought. "Well maybe you should find someone to help you next time" Isobel added turning her head slightly to the left. Her tone of voice had become slightly softer it had been the longest someone had talked to her for awhile now.

As Isobel continued to walk back towards her dorm room, the light wind blowing her hair around a little she heard the loud footsteps almost like running towards her; she turned on the balls of her feet to tell whoever it was off for touching her and also disturbing her silence until she saw the stranger whom she was talking moments before to. A soft but harsh hiss escaped Isobel's lips as she yanked her arm away, Isobel hated human contact and avoided it as much as possible. "Thank me? For what exactly?" Her voice had a hint of amusement in it, she hadnt actually done anything to help besides pick up a few papers and waste his time. She wondered what the time actually was at this moment but she couldnt see, her phone was on charge and Isobel didnt wear watches.

"Do I look like a charity case or something?" Isobel demanded after Ryder had pulled out a twenty dollar bill from his pocket, she was having a hard time keeping her temper in check now although she shouldnt have lost it in the first place. Isobel wasnt used to people being kind towards her and often took it the wrong way when someone was, not being able to tell wether they feel sorry for her; or if it actually was pure kindness. A sigh escaped her lips as her eyes wandered around the grounds then looked back at him. "Look I cant take your money" She finally said.

[Ryder Carpers]

Ryder frowned as she put him down. He didn’t fit in with a lot of people in this world and she seemed to be one of them. He crossed his arms over his chest, dropping his head slightly. ”I’m sorry,” he apologised quietly. ”I was hoping that I’d look smart... I was only trying to make a difference,” he sighed. It was hard to take a stand and to make sacrifices to try and save the world and Ryder didn’t do too well with insults. He was sensitive and he liked to help people. Insults just upset him. He wasn’t going to lie about it. They really did make him feel sad. He liked to please people but being so controversial it didn’t always happen.

Yet Ryder also liked to do the right thing and this girl had made the effort and taken time out of her day to pick up some of his papers. ”You stopped and you helped me,” he reminded her softly, blinking every now and then. For a twenty one year old he was far too naive, and though people only wanted to help. If people did only want to help it would be a lot safer at night. ”It was a nice thing to do, I think a lot of people would have just walked by and laughed at my clumsiness,” he pointed out, in all honesty he just wanted her to accept his thank you. That was another problem with society no one realised what a good deed was anymore, a pure true good deed. In a way he was a bit like one of Jesus’ disciples only Ryder didn’t believe in Jesus. The only God he believed in was the nature around him.

”Hey I was trying to be nice!” Ryder argued back with her. ”What’s your problem? I don’t understand you, you helped me and then spent the rest of your time insulting me. Why are you so conflicting?” he yelled, frustration high in his voice. She made no sense, she was far too on edge for him. They seemed to be polar opposites he really wasn’t comfortable with it. ”Look just take it. You helped me. You deserve it. I’d give you something more meaningful but I don’t have nothing on me, and I’m not going to kill a flower just to hand it over to you. I could dedicate one to you though?” he shrugged. More meaningful things were probably a better gift, he would prefer it but money was all he had on him right now and anyway most people loved money. Ryder just loved donating it.