Schuyler left her room over 30 minutes ago. The headmaster said she'd have a while before everything was prepared and ready, and that classes started Monday. She also said that Sky should use this time to get aquainted with the other students. So much for that.

So far all she'd done was dropped her bags off and gone exploring. The place was huge but she managed to find the basement atleast. That's easy just go down. But now that she was down here it was vacant of people. Half of her felt lonely the other half was greatful that no one was to accompany her.

The first thing that cought her eye when she ventured down to the lounge was the old school pinball machine. Her curiosity sent her into a game. First time was a lose, second time the same. Schuyler was now attempting a third getting a bit frustrated with the thing. It all seemed too simple! The ball ran down the surface again and she wasn't wuich enough to stop it. Game over.

Sky puffed out a exasperated sigh and contemplated trying agian. She finally came to the conclusion that all tries would be futile and sat herself down on one of the puffy chairs to bask in her own defeat.

Troy was a feller in one. Whatever that meant. He was in a mood. Not a bad one, but one that consisted of lots of music and maybe some filming. He had just retrieve his camera from the library and he decided that he would upload the footage onto his computor later.

He yawned. Looking at his watch, he headed for the basement. He needed something to entertain himself with until he got some grub. Oh, now he was hungry. He pulled out his wallet, opening the door to the basement with his back. He had twenty dollars one him. Fun, fun. He pulled out five dollars worth of ones and headed towards the machine that would let him make a selection of whatever he wanted to eat.

Troy was surprised at some of the American junk foods that were in there. Then again, he was also surprised that there was Australian and other European junk foods in there. He got five or six Aero bars, Twizzlers, Mars Bars, and the almighty Doritos. Cool Ranch.

Upon turning around, he noticed he wasn't alone. Troy placed all the junk food on the little coffee table and turned to the girl, his Australian accent clearly giving him away as an Aussie, "Want anything to drink? My treat?"

She looked disgruntled. He wasn't in the mood for disgruntled people, but thought, What the hell? No point in not trying.

Sky looked up from her moping at the boy that brought some junk food from the vending machine. She lived off junk food. Though it never caught up to her constantly moving around and she tended to stay fit.

"Sure", she said smiling her bad mood leaving quickly with the new comany. She knew that the previous mood would be lifted soon anyway. It was only pinball after all. "Anything will do."

"Australia right?" she said feeling boring with her plain American accent. Everyone around here talked more intresting than her. Or at least in her own opinion. A couple times she tried to pass of an English accent just to maybe feel more indiffrent but it never worked.

"My name's Schuyler by the way, but you can call me Sky."

Troy fed the machine some money hit the little Dr. Pepper sign. He hated it, but he wasn't in the mood for water. He already had this bad habit of constantly snuffing chlorine at any local sports center with a pool. He fed the machine some more money and got another Dr.Pepper, handing to the girl who identified herself as Skye. "The names Troy. And you are correct, though.." he quickly transferred his voice to American,"...I kind of like your accent better. Less quirky than mine. Besides, when I used to live in America, no one ever liked it. Eh..." he switched back to his Aussi voice,"...I feel much more comfy in my natural jeans."

He opened the puny bag that was labeled Twizzler's. "American goods always seem to make me feel like I've been ripped off. Le sigh. Nothing beats the good wholesome taste of Vegemite. So then, Skye, give me the 411 on your A.S.L." He waggled his eyebrows up and down a little, just to see what her raction would have been.

Normally, Troy would start a pastry fight, but he wasn't in the mood of running once it was all said and done. He didn't like cleaning up the messes he made when it came to food fights. But the food fight bit was always hilarious. Maybe once they talked a little more then he would bring it up. He needed some good, staining pastries though. Troy glanced back at the vending machine. Eh, it's got food fighting potential..

Schuyler took the Dr. Pepper and sipped at it before setting it down on the table with all the other food. He must have been phsycic to know that Dr. Pepper was her upmost favorite drink ever. Taking a twizzler from the pack and munching on it while he talked.

She laughed at his words and found them genually funny. He used sarcasm like her old friends back home and it made her feel good.

"So you want to know the 411 on my A.S.L?" she laughed once he finnished saying it. "Okay then...16, female, obviously. And the location's right here", she said smiling back and taking another bite out of the liquorish stick. "What about you?" she asked, "I know you're from Down Under and the gender...but how old are you?"

Troy leaned back in the chair, letting his arms stretch across the back of the equally puny chair. He almost felt like he was a Twizzler in the puny package...except he wasn't candy and he wasn't in a plastic casing, his only thoughts being who was going to eat him and where he was at. But then again, Twizzler's don't have thoughts, do they? he thought. he pondered if he had said this a loud to Skye if she would have laughed like she did at his lovely way of conversation starter's.

Troy lifted his left eyebrow. "Who says I'm a male? I could be unisex for all you know."

He looked down at himself and furrowed his eyebrows. The thought of having a vagina kind of freaked him out. All that blood and mess once a month...he did have a stepmother and at one time a mother. He sure as hell had better know this kind of information if he was ever going to have a future relationship. Troy looked up at Skye, the the left eyebrow lowering until it matched his right eyebrow making another furrow of the brow."I take that back. You are very right about me being a male. And I'm seventeen. Car and all. Except I don't have a job."

He shook his head and raised his eyrbows; Troy wasn't used to being this random. Normally he had consistant conversations and it was only his brain that wondered. I have got to stop reading books about Christian's and the effects of saying the word "evolution" have on them, he thought.

Turning back to Skye, he asked, "So have long have you lived here? I would have thought you would much rather Kiwi-a-go-go land than this."

Schuyler just stared in part confusion and wonder at the person infront of her. Confusing much? Yes. But very intresting.

She munched a little more on her twizzler trying to think of something equaly intresting to say. Nothing. It bothered her that she couldn't be that intresting. She wracked her brain for more randomness like him.

"First of all I have no fucking clue what Kiwi-a-go-go land is!' she laughed, "And second, I've been here for a week."

She scooched herself in a more comfy position and finished off her twizzler. Taking another sip of Dr. Pepper. Her candy craving kicked again and she lashed out to grab another stick on waisted no time in popping it into her mouth and sucking on it for a few moments.

She realized her little spaztic moments and looked up at Troy slowly. Her hand reached up to grab the candy out of her mouth and smiled. "Sorry, one of my moments."

Troy smiled, teeth and all. That was completely squirral like. "You reminded of a squirral there for a moment. I used to go an impersonation of a squirral eating an acorn for the longest time, but I stopped once people stopped laughing."

"Kiwi-a-go-go land is an Aussie term for New Jersey. I meant Hamburger-a-go-go which is another Aussie term for America. Actually, it was a term that only me and old friends used to use. I haven't heard any other Aussie's use it, but your than welcome to use it." And for some reason, Troy cleared his throat. He really didn't have much of anything else to say, he just have a frog sitting randomly in the back. He took a huge sip of Dr. Pepper and came up with tears in his eyes from drinking the carbon drink so fast. He turned towards Skye and started sniffling.

"Why?" he cried softly. "Why, Skye? Why are you beating me?" He got increasingly louder and his voice started to make drowning, gurgling noises. That last part of the sentence went up into a crinkle, like an old person with a cold. "Please," he begged all crinkly-like. "Please stop beating me Skye. I promise not to do it again. Just please stop hurting me."

Troy stopped and started to laugh. He did it all evil scientist like: he threw back his head and gave a very loud, very deep, booming laughter. He had to get up and look for the tissues because the carbon pop and the fact he was getting into the pleading made him cry. Plus, snot started to find its way out of his nose. He blew his nose, back turned to Skye (he hated it when people blew their noses in front of him) and whipper the tears away, throwing the tissue away. Upon sitting back down, he said to Skye, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. My major is not acting. I have no acting in my minors either. My major is alternative health and my two minors are writing and film."

Troy watched her reaction with a slight smile on his face. Oh gosh, he chuckled a little bit more. That was classic.

Schuyler just stared as he had his little fit slightly growing red and laughing at points. Once it was all said and done she just stared.

"I think I'm leaving now!" she laughed as she uncurled her legs from the spot on the couch as if she was going tlo get up and leave. Instead she just reached out for a bag of goodies and opened it. "Just kidding, I don't think I could leave you down here on your own..." she smiled, "You might bring harm to yourself or those around you." she shrugged then thought a moment and rolled her eyes. "Which means I'm putting myself in the line of fire!"

She leaned back on the couch and munched on the random chips. "Maybe I should beat you?" she giggled. "But before I do my major is writting. Minors Music and Art."

Troy couldn't help but laugh with her. He was in a laughing mood, what could he say? He got all evily eye for a moment, then slowly starting letting his little lip quiver. He stopped before he ended up with snot and tears all over again. "I'm glad none of your minors or major include acting. For some reason, I don't really care for actors. They act too much and it mostly carries over into their life. Which isn't good."

He pondered for a moment. "Now back to that beating me thing... do you need me to bend over or do you need me to get an audience or would you just rather me sit here all vulnerable like? I'll pretend to be asleep or not paying attention and then WHAM! You make your move. You could be like a swift birdie or something."

Troy smiled, laughing at his own lame attempt at a joke. He hoped this chica would take it as a joke. She most likely will. This Skye has got a better personality then most I've met. She's definently on ball with all this joking matter, he thought. "Truthfully, do you know very many people with about as many issues as me? I swear, I'm not normally like this, all random and spastic. I'm by nature a down-to-mother-nature type of seriousness. Eh, but without the boring bits."

Schuyler set her hand on her chin in mock ponderment and the looked back at him. Well bending over sounds a bit gay, and an audience wouldn't go well for my future rep., so I say we take the whimpering and vunerable approach!" She said ending it in a deep voice trying to sound menacing.

She lifted her arms and rolled her eyes back like a zombie before dropping her arms and head along with it. She slowly rose her head up to look creepy then resumed a normal face.

"I have yet to se boring bits from you", she said after a moment of creep out time. "You'll have to show me sometime."

"I don't think any one cares for boring bits. Unless your an accountant." He laughed at her zombie impersonation and quickly grabbed the back of the chair, pretending to scramble away from her. It was a lame attempt.

For some random moment, he was starting to feel tired like. What was wrong with him? Only one o'clock in the afternoon and already he wanted to hit the sack? Tsk, tsk, tsk, he thought. I'm definently going to need to eat more sugar.

Troy crawled across the floor and stole a chip from the bag Skye opened. He was way too lazy to open a bag for himself. So instead he made an even bigger effort and stole Skye's, a girl he only met moments ago, but was getting along with fine enough. "Bwahahaha! Vlah! I've come to steal your chips!"

Troy sounded more French then Romanian. Oh fucking joy. He could never pull off a Romanian accent. It just didn't blend well with an Aussie tongue. He could French just fine and English and American, but Jesus fucking Christ, when he wanted to do Romanian, it had to come out sounding all French. Troy had nothing against the French, but it was just he wasn't in a French-speaking mood.

And yes, he needed to be in a mood in order to pull off an accent correctly. That was Troy for you.

He scrambled back over to his side of the coffee table and kept half of his head hidden away from Skye, looking at her with huge eyes as he stuffed the small chips he stold into his mouth. "Victory tastes soo good," he said, his mouth still hidden beneath the coffee table.

"I'm happy for you love!" Sky said pulling off a geniune Vampira accent and just adding in the 'love' for old-timey effect. "But you stole my chips!" she said keeping up with the accent, "And for that you must reciece punishment! EGORE! Get the torture tools!"

Of course when no 'Egore' came along she simply finished the pack of chips that only had crumbs at the bottom now and smooshed it onto his head. She grabbed a pack og M&M's and successfully opened them in lightning speed enough to place two in his ears and throw two more at the bag on his head knocking it over as it fell to the floor.

"Perfect, now the Count will be pleased!"

"Vlah!" She was a lightening speed type of person. Troy definently didn't have enough time to react before he literally had M&M's falling out of his ears and chips crumbling off the top of his head. This was truely a much more modern form of punishment.

Troy hooked his index finger into the air right before swooshing his invisible cloak around his nose and mouth, his other hand getting the bag of chips and crumbs to the floor where they blonged. He quickly retaliated by opening an Aero chocolate bar and taking a huge bite out of it, his left eye twitching madly (on Troy's on will, of course) and before all was said and done, he crumbled up the bubbly, light weight chocolate in his hand and flung it at Skye with a perfect Romanian hiss.

That was only thing he could pull off in Romanian. That was truely the most saddest thing he had ever heard.

Troy rolled across the ground and stood up, pretending to be modern Batman and spreading his modern wings. Then he quickly turned into Spiderman, humming the theme song as he pretended to attempt at climbing the wall. He crumbled some more Aero chocolate and attempted his best at throwing more at her.

This was truely more entertaining then spending time his film project that he still needed to retrieve.

"Hey!" Schuyler laughed as the chocolate hit her face. She picked it up and took a bite before launching herself up off the couch and grabbing the rest of the M&M's off the table.

"You'll pay for that Spider Man...although it was very yummy!" she said before getting more chocolate thrown her way. She unsuccessfully tried to dogde it bit it hit her in the butt anyway. She let out a fake girl scream and began to bombard Troy with the M&M's bullets she had in her possetion.

She hadn't had this much fun in years. The last time might of been when she was 13 in Central Park with her friends. She missed her friends, but was sure she was already making one here.

Soon her bullets were spent. Sky looked down at the bag and dropped it to the floor. Realizing she was vunerable she hit the deck in the duck and cover position to endure anymore attacks.

"Yummy is equated to pain..."

Troy was hit. By an M&M no less. He did a slow-mo," Nnnoooo!" and fell back, also in slo-mo. Once he was against the wall, he pretended to be hit by more invisible M&M's even though Skye had ran out and was now ducking for cover. He slid down the wall and tried to think of something. All the chocolate was on the table. Chips were done for.

The only thing left was the Dr. Pepper that was securely held in his left hand. There was barely even a quarter of the soda gone. Troy started to laugh evilly and stood up. He could hear the music from the first Matix movie where Neo and his gang were in the bank fighting with the agents for the first time. Ooh the joy!

Troy had an evil grin on his face as he shook up the soda. "Take this, Wonder Women scum!" he said in a deep voice that creepishly resembled King Pin from Dare Devil. Ha-ha-ha! Boys and their comics!

Troy opened his Dr. Pepper and foamy line shot out. He placed his thumb over the hole and shook it some more, the soda flying everywhere! Troy laughed maddeningly. He should have set his camera up to record this fun-freaking moment in the one room that would forever be stained with the stench of Dr. Pepper goodness.

Ah! The joy in vandilizing school property was heaven! Pure bliss!

The soda ran out and Troy stood there, false heaving before falling over. Come on, he had just been pommeled by M&M bullets. A villian can only stand so long before the wound settles in. And now was the time.

Troy started to crawl; the villian was not completely dead. "Any last words Wonder Women?"

And yes, Troy was trying very, VERY hard not to burst out in laughter at this point in the candy war.

Schuyler held her duck and cover position to stifle the laughs that were escapin her as Troy gallabanted around the room withthe soda. Once the soda showers were over he crawled over to her calling her 'Wonder Woman'. That didn't sit well.

Sky sat up quickly at the name and shoved him over a little bit. "I thought I was Vampira?" she said using her Romainian voice. "Not 'Wonder Woman'!" she finnished reversing back to normal speech.

"And as for my last words..." she said as she peered around the room, "I think we need to leave before someone tells US to clean this up. Leave now and let the matenence do it... They'll never know!"

Troy's face got very wide as he looked around. "I think," he started, surprised by the mess, "we have left our mark on this grandoise building. Too-damn-bad I didn't catch the wonderful mess on camera."

Looking down at his pants, Troy realized that he was going to have to do some laundry fairly soon. He got up off the ground and then bowed to Skye. "Hm-hm-hm, my bad Vampira, Mistress of the Dark! I had mistaken the superhero moment and thought that you had wanted an ubber cool superhero name. One that was already made up, of course. So, from here on out, I shall forever refer to you as Vampira and you call me Spidey-Boy. Is that what is to be understood, Mistress?"

Troy had turned into one of those ponce waiters many people refered to in french as, "garcon". It didn't suite him and he soon was back to being an Aussie boy.

Looking around the room again, he laughed. "So, sugar high accomplished? Great. Yes, let's heed your excellant idear and get the fuck outta heah!

Troy grabbed his camera and turned into a spy. "Meet you at the rondezvous point in oh-one-hundred hours? Let's say... a the theatre? I have a marvie idear."

"Very well, child", she said referring to his Vampira and Spidey comment. "You shall be Spidey-Boy and I shall be Vampira!"

Schuyler looked around too make sure she didn't bring anything down with her as they readied to depart. Nope just her, herself, and she.
She turned back to the already ready to depart Troy. The whole hours thing never made sense.

"When the fuck is oh-one-hundred hours?" She said making her way towards the door hopefully signalling to tell her while the climbed up to the sea level of the building. "I've never been in the military darling. It's a bit difficult for me."

He cackled an evil laughter before coughing a horrid one. "And I never laugh evilly very well myself. Hrm... oh-one-hundred hours is one in the morning."

Troy looked at his military watch and started laughing even harder. "I meant to say meet me at fourteen-hundred hours, which is two in the afternoon, which is in about five minutes. To the... batmobile, Vampira."

To Troy, that didn't have the same effect if she had been a superhero. But then again, Vampira did have a cool ring to it. His left index finger zoomed into the air. And then he began to run towards the theatre when he heard aloud crashing noise coming from the room they had just left. All the while, Troy couldn't stop laughing.