Post by Nerdyrose on Oct 21, 2014 2:17:12 GMT 1
Dash Jackson
"Some help would be greatly appreciated." Dash replied, slightly surprised someone had actually stopped to help him. He did a quick double-take at the weapon his new acquaintance was holding. "That's a rad spear, but I wouldn't have that thing anywhere near me. I'm pretty much the essence of bad luck!" He said, already getting nervous at all the possible things that could go wrong. The sharp glare he received from her was enough to tell him that that spear was not leaving the girl's side. "This school's weird, but in a good way...I guess." The clumsy boy with the flamboyant hair admired as he walked the halls. He then turned back to the girl and offered her his crooked smile. "The names Dash, by the way." He stuck out his hand for her to shake, which was a pretty lame move for a guy trying to be cool.
Isla gave the boy a death glare (her speciality) as he mentioned her spear. As the boy kept rambling while they walked throught the halls of the school she couldn't help but chuckle. As the boy extended his hand she looked at it haltingly for few moments before shaking it. "Isla," she said flinching ever so slightly as her cold hand met his warmer one. She hadn't touched any living person in a long time so she had forgotten how... How living they felt. "I like your hair. It's different," she commented, peering up at his blue hair.
Dash Jackson
"Thanks." Dash felt his hand reach up to touch his hair at her compliment. "I like your name. It's different." He mimicked her, his grin growing wider. "Well, at least I've never met an Isla before." He let an awkward moment of silence pass between them before speaking again. "If you don't mind me asking, why are your hands so cold? Like I totally get it if your just cold or have cold hands or maybe its just me, but you have really cold hands." He subconsciously rubbed his hands on his jacket to warm them.