[action] two.doc

[dataspaced]

[Apparently, most people didn't come to the Parking Lot too much. Fortunately Dataku was not 'most people'. So inside the dimly-lit, awful smelling Parking Lot, you may find a silver-haired kid in a leather coat walking around. He occasionally rests a a hand on one of the objects -- a vehicle, say, or maybe a wall -- but never for long, and he

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[thecolorleslite]

[Recently , Shelke had became a sort of errand girl for one of teachers. It wasn't exactly her choice but she didn't complain. Her hands are holding a parcel as she walks though the lot,looking for the automobile to it was supposed to be stuck in. Imagine Shelke's surprise when she finds the car but with Data Riku's hand on it.]

Wha....?

[dataspaced]

[Shelke had come in between Dataku's periodical surveys of the area, so her statement caught him by surprise, and he whipped around immediately. He clearly thought that she was someone who had come in, wanting to catch him, but once he recognized the girl his worries were dimmed.]

...Oh, Shelke.

[thecolorleslite]

[ She nods to him and sets her parcel on the automobile before continuing.<\small>]

What are you doing? [ She hopes that she doesn't sound abrupt. It had just been a while since she had seen him and curiosity had her]

It has been a while , Data Riku.

[dataspaced]

Just looking around. I've been wondering what was down here. [Despite his casual (for him) tone of voice, Dataku immediately takes his hand off the machine.]

...It has. How have you been?

[vestigiaflammae]

[The cars are kind of awesome.

They've also got some pretty wide concrete barriers set up, just enough for somebody who's looking for a quiet spot to sit on top of - and balance their books if they're extra careful.

Lea's not extra careful. Meaning, when he spots movement and starts (he's not totally sure he's allowed in here either), that pile of textbooks is heading straight for the floor.]

Oh shit!

[Crash. Bang. Well that was subtle.]

[dataspaced]

[OH SHIT is right! Have one scared Dataku.]

[He's not used to the mental and physical freakout when something scares him out of his wits, so that only makes it worse. Damn this physical body. It was much easier when he was just a program.]

[But eventually he calms down enough to see that it's just some textbooks. Good God. And looking up, he finds what he believes to be the culprit, a boy with stupid hair (look who's talking) that he's never seen before.]

Who are you?

[vestigiaflammae]

[Lea hops down, about to collect the scattered books when Riku speaks. He straightens back up and rubs the back of his neck, glancing away. Yeah, okay, he's been smoother.]

Uh - wait, aren't you Riku?

... oh man, don't tell me there's another one of you... I'm Lea! Can you guys, like, wear color-coded hats or something? It'd make it easier on us.

[dataspaced]

Er, yes, I'm 'another' Riku. [He frowns at Lea. He could at least be a bit more polite about it.]

...Well, we all wear different outfits, as far as I know. And one is older than the others. So that should be enough for you guys to figure it out.

[bratbeyond]

[Robin honestly isn't going to tattle on Dakaku, especially since he knows he's not supposed to be in here (considering he can't drive). Still, it's weird to see someone else in here, so he casually sits on a railing and glances over at the other guy.]

You scoping a car for Defensive Driving?

[dataspaced]

Ah-- [Dataku cranes his neck to look at the other guy, who as far as he was aware had not been there five minutes ago. What he was asked did make him a bit concerned. Was this area restricted for people in that class?]

Er-- ...no. Just looking.

[He quickly steps away from the nearby vehicles.]

[bratbeyond]

[Robin shrugs.]

I'm not the fun police, you know. You can do whatever the hell you want. [Well technically he IS, but he could care less about school policies right now.]

[dataspaced]

...Oh. Alright.

Thanks.

[Jeez, awkward. This guy definitely looks like he's been around for a while; but then again, Dataku's been here for a few months, and he's still foggy on everything.]