Stopping and smelling the flowers, *open*

Victor had somehow found his way to the gardens that lay on the rooftop of the very fine 'school' one could say. It was his first day here, and he was very nervous. It was probably his nervousness that led him here without even realizing it, but he didn't really care. He was in a beautiful garden with flowers than he had only seen in books. The smell that flowed in the air brought calmness to him easing his nerves.

He was dressed in a plain navy-blue t-shirt with his usual jeans and tennis shoes. He normally wore his over-shirts to cover his pale and skinny arms but it was just a little too hot for him to do that today. He stopped by almost every flower that he knew and took a whiff of its pollinated scent. Coming upon a rose he stared onto its petals. His blue eyes having a mixture of sadness yet happiness. Not thinking about the fact it wasn't his he plucked one of the roses, brushing his hand against the velvet crimson-colored flower. Roses above all were his favorite flowers just for the richness of red. Maybe it was because it reminded him of blood. The thought of that seemed to scare him slightly as if he was comparing himself to a vampire but that definitely was not the case. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed them so much, but every time he saw and touched one it brought him some inner joy.

His eyes shot open as he heard another person approaching. Looking at his hand he realized he had taken the flower from the garden without even taking the time to ask. He didn't have time to hide it as the origin of the noise came into view. Victor stood there dumbstruck as he was caught red-handed, literally, with the rose.

Mark, however, wasn't paying much attention. He, too, was merely wandering, and it was his instincts, rather than his nervousness, which was non-existent, that had led him here. He was somehow connected to nature, and he always knew when there was some nearby. He knelt in front of one of the rose bushes, his fingers curling delicately around one of the stems. He just pulled it straight up, and it separated cleanly. He lifted it to his nose, and inhaled. "Mother. Why did you stay with him, after all that he did to you?" It was at this point that he looked over. "Hello. I'm Mark Valerious. Who might you be?"