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[resurrectedrule]

Who: Zuko resurrectedrule, open to partycrashers.
What: Doing your part to ensure that the doctors have enough test subjects to find cures for lung cancer.
When: Pre-Z-Day, anywhere between two months to a week.
Where: Behind the gym, cutting class.
Warnings: Underage smoking! Probably language.

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[kisaraginights]

Yuffie Kisaragi skulked around and then away from the gym's entrance. Gym class was a dumb idea in general, but then the gym teacher had gotten it into his mind to try mat tumbling.

She'd wanted to scream.

She slunk along the side of the building. Getting out had been a matter of timing. And if she could just find somebody with a free period who had a car, she could truly vanish.

She stopped to watch a hoodie-wearing figure rummage around in a hole in the wall, and then manage to light what was probably a cigarette, judging from the thin plume of black smoke. And then she moved closer.

Oh. Zuko. Second-scariest guy in the school. Well, she'd wanted company, hadn't she?

"Yo," she said as she moved in toward him.

[resurrectedrule]

Zuko's eyes narrowed at the approaching form, instantly distrustful and on guard at the sight of Yuffie. Petite dark-haired girls tended to gain that knee-jerk reaction from him, though he eased up marginally when he saw it was Yuffie and not the stuff of nightmares.

"What do you want?" he asked, the closest thing to a greeting he gave.

[kisaraginights]

Even though she recognized the greeting for what it was, Yuffie snickered and shook her head. Her hair bobbed as she did so and she made a mental note to get a trim before prom, so it would spike properly.

"What everybody else wants, really. Make a bonfire outta the library, take a sledgehammer to the gym." She laughed. "I'd settle for 'escape', though."

[resurrectedrule]

"To where?"

Zuko's motorcycle was parked in the parking lot, far side from the gym but it would be relatively easy to make it over there, hop on and just go. The only hitch in the plan - it was a relatively small town. What establishment wouldn't be aware of normal school operating hours and know right away to call to inform them of students playing hookie?

He took another drag off his cigarette. Not like detention was anything big anyway.

[kisaraginights]

Yuffie shrugged and looked out at the brick buildings, then looked back up at him, making eye contact. "Never had anywhere specific in mind. Someplace where I wouldn't get caught, I guess. Someplace that nobody ever went, like the graveyard or that dead-end road where the ferry used to be."

Dim, muted shouts came from the gym. She forced herself not to try to listen and extrapolate what had happened. There were only so many things that could go wrong--or right--with mat gymnastics.

A crooked grin knifed its way onto her face. "Why, you wanna escape, too?"

OOC: Taking a few liberties with the surrounding area, but, hey, every small town needs a dead-end road that slopes off into a lake or a river.