Sittin' on the edge

[color=666699]Rain.

Do I like rain?

Shirse's tongue snaked out, licking one of the almost freezing drops from her cheek and enjoying the brief feel of it in her mouth before it joined the rest down her throat. Rain was coating everything, soaking her dress and making her hair go flat and heavy.

Yes.

She had her gun with her, although she knew she shouldn't bring it out in the rain. It'd gone against everything they'd taught her, and she also knew that was why it was out with her now. There were no bullets in it now, she'd used them all sometime or another. She couldn't remember very well. She pressed the gun to her head, pulling the trigger and almost feeling disappointed when nothing happened. They wouldn't give her any more, either. They weren't the real them, she could tell. The real them would give her anything she wanted. No, the them at the school wouldn't give her any more even if she asked for it, wouldn't have even let her in the doors if they'd known her gun had been tucked safely under her dress in the leather holder the real Them had given her another day she couldn't remember.

A toothy grin spread against the girl's face, and she slung her bare feet over the edge of the wall, sitting on the edge of the roof and staring down at the few students who dared run around in the rain.

She clacked her gun against the concrete she was sitting on, wriggling her toes curiously. There was a song about guns, and happiness. She couldn't remember it, like always. She hated it when she couldn't remember, hated it so very much. She knew she'd like the person who sang it, though, because she felt the same way. "Happiness..." She tried, frowning down into nothingness and getting that sick feeling in her stomach like she did when she couldn't remember. "Is a warm gun, yes it is..."

A triumphant smile spread across her slender face, and she rocked with silent laughter. She could remember things, see? She crossed her arms, gun in the left hand with her finger on the trigger. There was another verse, too, but she wouldn't try to remember it in case she couldn't and it would all be taken away again.

She pointed the gun at a student below, sighing once again when she heard the click she was expecting. She knew she'd have hit him, too.
She stuck her tongue out, catching the raindrops and wondering when she'd get more ammunition. [/color]

[color=666699]Why didn't I hear him?! Shirse cocked her gun, pointing at him behind her back. "You contradict yourself." She mumbled, not bothering to turn around. "If I wish to shoot so many people in jest, does that not mean I take some joy out of it?"

She paused a second, continuing. "Or, in your words, laugh at human lives." She tossed her gun a few feet in the air, snatching it out of its flight with one hand and cocking it again. "I'm out of ammunition, anyway. I don't kill people unless I have a reason." She wasn't sure if that was true, but she couldn't remember and right now she thought it might be. She sighed, cracking her neck and turning to stare listlissly at the boy behind her. [/color]

[color=666699]Shirese shrugged, turning back to the black nothingness of the night. "They have powers, yes. But so do I, and mine are honed beyond the simple party tricks most are capable of." She nodded down at the few students who were for some reason still outside, continuing. "If I truly wanted to take one of them out, he'd be dead before he felt the pain; and the half dozen witnesses around him as well."

She sighed, slapping the gun into its holster. "I resent the implication that it might be otherwise." [/color]

[color=666699]"I didn't say they were all so inadequate." She brushed the rain from her face, drawing her wet hair in a ponytail at the base of her neck. "Some are quite skilled, although I suppose you're talking of yourself at the moment."

She turned, eyes sliding over the young man curiously. "Who are you, who cares so much for the life of the common student?"[/color]

[color=666699]Shirese clapped politely, swinging her feet back and forth in the rain. "A touching speech, although not one I agree with."
She shrugged at his question, for the first time pausing before answering. "Me? I'm someone who knows the worth of a human's life, what little there is." She narrowed her eyes at him, dropping the topic in favor of another more interesting to her. "You don't truly believe the past worthless, do you? It's the past that shapes us, our memories and lessons learned; I believe it, and I wouldn't be surprised if you do as well." She slid her legs over to the inside of the guardrail, turning to face him and hugging herself loosely. "The past is only worthless to those who already know theirs." [/color]