urban angel [ private ]

Kyle had no clue why he was awake at such an obscene time In the morning. Well, most wouldn't think the hour that disgusting, but this son of Khione thought 10am was far too early to be up. And many other youthful children and young-adults his age agreed with him, banishing all thoughts of doing anything selfless and 'productive' before midday at least.
But here he was, in his faded-grey sleevless shirt and red Adidas tracksuit pants, softly closing the from door of his cabin behind him. He had even taken a shower and everything, his brown hair behing pushed up into a quiff-like manner. You could see Kyle one day with his hair styled in one form, and see him again the next with a completely different hair style. He was very fussy, and extremely protective over his hair. Today he was wearing a red beanie, despite the morning sun, so his hair just seem to sort of spray out from the front, sticking up in all directions yet able to look modern and fashionable. One day such as this fine one, a person that may not be acquainted with Kyle may think that it was too hot for a beanie, whereas he was perfectly fine in it. This Demigod, like more of his siblings, like to wear at least one winter-ish item upon them at all times and seasons, whether it be socks to underwear to gloves. Another plus was that, due to his heritage, Kyle was incapable of feeling overwhelming heat anyway, so he was always that perfectly cool tempreture.
Closing the door softly behind him to ensure the rest of his siblings weren't woken, Kyle started down the steps before him cabin. Seeing as Kyle wasn't a big fan of physical combat, he had to stay fit in another way than fighting down at the arena and such. Therefore; he jogged, and lifted weights. Normally in the night he went for a jog around camp, but he had already been lying awake so he'd thought 'what the hell' and decided to go excersice now.
Plugging his headphones into his ears, Kyle looked down at his iPod as his shuffled through the songs, ensure of what to play for a moment before playing a Taylor Swift song. Still looking down at the electronic device in his hand, Kyle didn't see the person walking ahead of him before it was too late, stumbling into them.

Yanking his earbuds from his ears as fast as one may consider humanly possible, Kyle stared down at the girl that he had knocked over, blushing a light pink colour in his cheeks as he awaited to be yelled at, and thankful that it hadn't come. Instead, this girl was speaking as if...well, he didn't know. This girl just seemed odd. A good odd; like nothing could faze her or get her down. Kyle was a bit like that, and had had to have adjusted slightly to baring a opinion suck as that whilst being bullied a little throughout his childhood. He didn't let his past have an effect on his life; he would never let anyone put him down.
Never say never, he always said.
Flustered, Kyle quickly stopped in his tracks and extending his hand down and out to the girl, putting on his most sincere and apoligetic smile as he could manage, honestly upset that he had done this.
"Oh, man, I am so sorry!" He exclaimed, frowning as he tried to figure out why this girl was happy but brushing It off, thinking that she must be mocking him or something.

In a bit of a daze, Kyle could only pull up this strangely enthusiastic girl and watched as she dusted herself off and turned to him, unsure of where to really look. Making sure there was no dirt on the back off her skirt, Kyle looked back up at at head, blushing lightly.
"Uh...no, you're all good." Kyle told her, not getting his head around why this girl was so happy that he had knocked her over. Any other person would beat him up. Weird.
When she apun around once more, Kyle could only take her hand and smile lightly as he shook it, his face plastered with confusion. "Kyle, son of Khione. Yeah, I guess it is a weird way..." He trailed, his ADHD forcing him to speak his next thought and worry. "Did you bang your head or something?"

What Kyle was experiencing right now was literally something out of a horror film. Kyle felt almost as if she was going to pull a axe out from her back pocket and severe his head. She was just too nice, considering he had just nearly hurt her. She should be yelling at him or something, but not smiling and acting like they were old friends. Hell no.
His mind taking a moment longer then usually to process her question, Kyle Immediatly shook his head, not wanting to be made a fuss over. Certainly not.color[=indigo] "No no, I'm fine. I'm more worried about you! Are you sure you haven't hurt yourself?"[/color]