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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 2:01 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 1:03 pm
Post funeral, everything seemed to drift back into normality. No one really talked about the ex-super who just passed away, rather most of Thomas' peers talked about all of the famous individuals they got to shake hands with and or get a picture from. By next week, it would be a topic that fades into the back, occasionally mentioned by those looking to reminisce. It was already surprising enough that he didn't get any flak for attending, considering most of his class showed up for the appearance, maybe to look as if they actually cared.
It was late that night that he returned home after the service. Dinner was left cold on the table while his parents were deep into their sleep only a few rooms away. The very next day, he expected ridicule and some form of punishment for his interests in attending only to find that they went about their day as if they had not known. If they didn't care to hear about it, Thomas wouldn't bother them with it.
Four periods into the day and Thomas was ready for lunch. Slime and grime that the principal wanted to pass off as food and surprisingly enough, people ate it. When you were hungry enough, some things just didn’t matter. Instead of braving through the long lunch line, Thomas was sure to pack his lunch the night before. A simple turkey sandwich, chocolate pudding, and water. He was one of the rare few who would bring something from home to at least know that his lunch experience would be one highlight of the day.
Turning his head back and forth, Thomas eyed the many tables that were swamped already by each and every social group of students. He wasn’t bothered with the ever so cliche teenage stereotypes of jocks or nerds and usually sat where he pleased, albeit a few seats away from individuals he knows would give him a hard time.
Finally resting at a fairly empty table, Thomas emptied the contents of his lunch out onto the surface.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 7:56 pm
╔ ⎝Isabella_____⚡️_____White⎠
✗ Circuit✗ ⤏Isabella was one among a few of the students who did not attend the funeral. Sure, the incident became tragic, but she couldn't handle the depressing feelings and saddened emotions being expressed on that so called field trip. She knew everyone would at least contribute some part of memory or try to get some sort of souvenir from this encounter with the supers, but little did they know that among their human liked friends resided amongst them.
After a couple classes, she realized she hadn't brought her gloves which avoided her from having mishaps with any of the metals around her. Another day almost over, she thought; it would be one of the numerous times she'd slip and forget she even had powers. Hearing the sound of the sewage they called food, Issy took to her face and gave the lunch lady a disgusting facial expression. "Don't like it, bring your own food, like that kid." Of course this wasn't the first time Issy got sass from the working staff, so she turned around, plate in hand and looked over at the tables to catch a glance at what the woman was pointing at--one of the other students sitting alone at one of the few empty tables. "You're lucky I haven't gotten food poisoning yet." Barking back at the lunch lady, she shrugged and heading back into the oven area. Issa on the other hand turned to face her friends, some of the quirky drama students mixed in with a jock or two and a pair of cheerleaders. Her reputation got ahead of her with some people saying she got expelled from the other high school in the area or that she beat another classmate at the early age of three. Setting down her plate of sludge, she sat with her friend group and greeted them with a smile. The chatter amongst them was on the supers as well as their own personal lives and what had happened in second period, when Issy got booted from class due to talking back, another regular day.
Out of all of her high school days in this school, she hadn't noticed some of the people who seemed to catch her eye for whatever reason. Taking the spork from the utensil portion of the tray, she dove into the "food" and held it up just to make sure it was at least okay to eat. "Who is that guy sitting over there by himself?" Her friends began to look in the direction she was directed by the lunch lady earlier. "I think I have him for first period--" "I haven't really noticed him--" "I have him for third period, he's friendly?" Out of all of the responses, Issy was still curious. Maybe he was new? "I outta go over there and say hi." Some of her female friends nudged her to go over whilst the guys continued to chatter over classes, homework, etc. Biting down on whatever processed meat sludge that was for lunch that day, she took a small sip from a Capri Sun that her friend gave her from a previous bet. Standing up from where she had been seated, she got out of her seat and approached the guy who sat alone with his food out for display on the table.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 10:05 pm
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xxxROMAN YOUNG xx 〉*
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Roman looks up at the mirror again seeing himself and only himself this time. The night before he tossed and turned barely getting a blink of sleep. While he's doing this, the bathroom door swings open as he grabs himself a paper towel to dry off his face. Coming in are some of his buddies from the team as they are happy to see their Captain, friend, and field-brother. "Yo Ro, why you hidin' in the bathroom? Yo you missed it yesterday son. Got so lit up at the party we hit up. Some college hunnies even came thru'!. Hope you had fun with a night of one arm concentration." One of his friends joked towards him smacking his shoulder playfully. Roman winces which is out of character for him. His friends are usually physical when they play around. Back and forth jokes with each other were what they were known for. But now...with his brother back, he can't help but feel...conflicted.
"Nah man...I was just busy as all. Family stuff." The three boys looked at Roman then back at each other exchanging different faces before bursting out into another laugh to reminisce about the fun they had the night before. Roman gives in a sigh and paints a fake smile on his face to join in on the fun as they all start to head out of the bathroom. "So, listen we know, we know, before you say it big game, blah blah, but listen the guys and I think you've been a little tense lately Rome. So we want to take you out tonight. Do something fun. You down?" Truth be told, no, no he wasn't down but he couldn't very well tell them that. If so, he'd have to explain his brother's return, the whole super-villain, and that was just too much to talk about right now at least.
Roman looks up and gives a weak but confident smile giving a light nod. "Sure man, sounds fun. I'll just have to check and see if I'll be fr-"
"Oh no you don't. No cancelling man. Come on, we're supposed to be your bros. You've been stressed that's no secret and look we know you don't want us partying too much but come on man, what are the odds we lose? We've gone undefeated the entire season for Christ's sake. Ain't nobody takin' that trophy but us." They walk to the cafeteria discussing this as Roman takes in a deep breath, exhaling, going on to say, "..Alright guys. You win. We can go out. Let's party!" Roman exclaims as the boys start to rally up at his call. They all start to charge into the cafeteria hyper-obnoxious as they go to their table. They were the football team after all. The looks from their peers because of their overbearing loudness was expected but hey maybe they should lighten up too.
Roman needed too. Sitting at their table, his friends went to go grab lunch while Ro himself sat at the table alone for the meantime. No doubt they'd bring him something but for right now least he would get some peace and solitude. He'd try to ignore the condescending stares from peers who had their opinions on "jocks" and try to figure out his own internal issues.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 1:20 pm
It wasn't very often that Thomas was able to enjoy such a decently quiet lunch time. Normally the duration of the period was filled with loud outbursts of laughter making anyone within earshot wonder what was so funny, or the occasional fist fight every so often that would leave people in a state of perpetual hysteria as they danced around the source of commotion with their phones out filming. A few minutes in and nothing, just normal low-level chatter that was almost calming in a way. Dabbing at his pudding every so often with a plastic spoon, he'd scoop the chocolate substance to his mouth and then back again, alternating between the dessert and water.
Every now and then, Thomas made eye contact with some individuals he would more so consider acquaintances than anything else. A simple nod or a wave would do the trick and have them on their way to either the lunch line or tables. Only now a girl, a student of course, approached his table with obvious intent of making conversation of some kind. Did she need answers for a homework assignment? He had trouble maintaining below a 3.5 himself. Did she want something from his lunch? She was out of luck then as he had partaken of every edible out of his bag. Taking a deep breath in, Thomas shook off the paranoia of someone wanting anything but a simple conversation and relaxed.
"Uh, h-," Barely getting out the second word, Thomas was interrupted by the ever so punctual loud outburst coming from the naturally courteous members of the football team. It got a raise of a brow out of Thomas but nothing more, bringing his attention back on the girl. "Sorry about that..Hi." Said Thomas as he was finally able to let out his greeting.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 8:45 pm
╔ ⎝Isabella_____⚡️_____White⎠
✗ Circuit✗ ⤏Also glimpsing back at the noise created amongst the football team, Issy sighed quietly. "You don't have to be sorry about something you didn't do. Everything's fine, just the jocks." Eagerly giving him a smile, Issy put her hand out as a form of greeting. "My name is Issy, or well--Isabel--Isabella. Nice to meet you---?" Pausing for him to fill in his name, Isabella stood without any school supplies. She had left her belongings in the table where her friends sat and ate, but she also wanted to invite him over.
She had been in the position before of not really making friends when she was younger, but she also figured out that if she was the first to start a conversation, it would be the first move to making more friends. Luckily, the people she met weren't according to high school stereotypes--they were from different groups.
Her friend's voice came into sound causing her to turn over. Kate, her long term friend since primary school walked over to her. "Hey, slowpoke. I want you to come meet of they guys that got us an invite to the party this weekend. You can invite your friend to come over to, if you'd like?" Katie was the type of person to be labeled a party animal and was the primary bad influence that Isabella had while her mother worked, but they had gone through too much to break the friendship that was already built. Hesitating just a little, Isabella follow slowly behind Kate as she whispered to Thomas. "Listen, I know we just met, and everything but I was going to invite you to come to our tablet to eat lunch--that's only if you want to come, you don't have to if you don't want to?" Of course, Issy wanted him to come along.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 11:03 pm
The boy would bring his hands to rest on the table, intertwining his fingers as he awkwardly thumbed back and forth at his hands. Aside from sticking to his usual friend group, he wasn't expecting someone to branch out and approach him. Speaking of which, where were they? Thomas' head would lift up slightly, scanning the lunchroom once more for those who he usually frequented. He exhale through his nose, more so a sigh that he didn't want the girl sitting with him to closely identify, she was being nice after all; from what he could tell. He'd look her in the eye, starting off with a simple nod. "I'm Thomas." He stated simply, hearing the rest of what she had to offer. She looked mildly familiar, possibly a classmate perhaps but he couldn't place her officially.
"Listen, I know we just met, and everything but I was going to invite you to come to our tablet to eat lunch--that's only if you want to come, you don't have to if you don't want to?"
"Y-yeah, sure?" Thomas responded curiously, unsure if he was walking into any malicious prank. He turned his head towards the group in question, making awkward eye-contact with many members at the table. "Aren't you in my history class? Sixth period?" Asked Thomas as he packed the rest of his things together. If he was right, they'd be leaving for a field trip sometime soon, cutting a few minutes into their lunchtime.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 2:41 am
╔ ⎝Isabella_____⚡️_____White⎠
✗ Circuit✗ ⤏
Smiling after he had said his name, Issy showed him the way through the tables filled with people from different cliques. As they passed the numerous tables, it happened to be by coincidence that the jocks were sitting to the right of their table. Sitting down where her backpack was plopped, Issy told a friend to scoot over and as they did, she offered the seat next to her to Thomas.
"Yeah, I'm psyched about what'll happen later on. Aren't you?" Her friends looked slightly puzzled as they weren't introduced yet, so she made the approach. "Guys, gals, this is Thomas. He's pretty chill." The new guy had already gotten a few nods from the guys as well as looks from a handful girls in Issy's group. Her main friends started a side conversation which involved the majority of them giving their unpopular opinions and what not.
"So, that party? How's it going to play out?" Kate asked Issy then one of their other male friends, as he was part of the football team. Given the proximity of both groups, the male friend didn't have any hesitation to ask the football players of it. Issy could see nodding and hear loud chatter being said in the table next to theirs. She wasn't that much of a wallflower, but she did like to party and have fun especially when it came to the scene of things as it involved her friends even if the activities were a bit...risky. She had gotten drunk and so on as her bucket list was being filled with such activities every or every other time she agreed to participate in any party. It made her feel as though she had a sense of belonging or liberty, if you will. This is what made her outgoing for the most part and more so if it involved letting new people experience it for themselves such as Thomas. Her male friend now was pointing to her table, by this he was almost finished with getting them on the list of invited guests. Of course no list existed, but to be invited you clearly needed someone who knew of the party. High school, of sorts. Waving their hands at the football players, Issy was among the three who hated that fact that to be invited, you had to look a certain way, but too bad. She shrugged it off and simply blinked over to the other table. Boys being boys? The football players seemed to be interested already.
"So, Thomas. Tell me about yourself? Dislikes and likes? Do you like parties? Have you been to any parties? Any wild experiences?" Interested she was, but experience was her last name as her middle name was adventurous in fact. She bit down on the apple that accompanied the slide cafeteria food then opened the milk carton and drank for a few seconds thus placing it down on the tray soon after. "Are you from this state, ooor?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 12:35 pm
  
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Zach sat on one of the window sills near the obnoxiously large windows the school had to make the school look slightly different from a prison. It not like he hated school just some of the people. He sat eating his lunch his mom had packed for him, it was mostly sandwiches and some of the night befores taco casserole. Which was the real treat, he had already finished that. He was surveying the lunch room watching people. It's what he usually did at lunch hide in plain sight and people watch. It was probably creepy but he didn't care. He finished off a sandwich and wadded up the tin foil it had been stored in and tried to shoot it into the trash can from where he was. While he did make the shot someone had walked in the line of foil flight and it bounced off them before hitting the trash. Zach quickly acted like he was doing homework reading in a text book he had been using as a lap table to avoid being pegged as the culprit. The person looked around but didn't seem to figure it out.
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Ooc: that's as much as i could think of for him just sitting there
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 11:43 am
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Aмєяутн ƜнιтƖσcкє ↘↘ Wнιplαѕн
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ So what can you show me, That my heart don't know already?
We make our own sense, And you're qualified to me. Ameryth meandered quietly into the lunch room at school, her bag strap over one shoulder. She made her way through the lunch line, taking her tray, handing over the money, and silently stepping back away from the counter at the end. She hadn't decided yet whether she was even hungry or not, but it would look strange if she were empty handed.
School was hard for Amer. The chaotic mash of emotions flooded her senses, and often she had to find a place to hide on her own until she could tune them back out. She rarely talked to anyone; they all thought she was crazy. The girl who had major emotional meltdowns on a regular basis. She let them believe it.
Ameryth spotted Thomas briefly, and considered going to sit with him, after their interaction at the funeral, but she noticed a few others taking his attention instead, and so she chose to slide her tray down onto another empty table. She let her bag fall to the bench with a "thud", before plopping down onto it herself. One hand under her chin, the English girl picked up her fork and began pushing the food around the tray methodically, concentrating very hard on not eating and taking great care to be sure that she looked as unapproachable as possible.
︾ ⇛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: School... ⇛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: The Other Students... ⇛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: Uninterested...
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 4:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 7:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 7:39 pm
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 Jillian was chilling at the smaller round teacher's table munching away at the pasta salad she brought for lunch, she usually just ate at the teachers lounge but today was her turn on lunch detail. Hopefully no one would start a fight. She was shorter than most the students so trying to pry them off each other would be a challenge. She could get them to listen, she could be intimidating when needed though in all honestly she felt bad if she had to kill a bug like a spider, she had more reason than most to dislike hurting any animal. It was surprising she wasn't vegan but meat was delicious for a reason. Part way through lunch one of the kids commanded the attention of the room, Roman was his name if she recalled, he was in one of her later classes, and announced a saturday party. 'Ah teen parties do miss them, hopefully with less alcohol and poor life choices, ok maybe alcohol...' She thought as the rest of the room cheered. Perhaps she slip in and join for old times sake. She could blend in, but she give it some thought before deciding.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 9:25 pm
So she's barely noticed me at all. Thomas' thoughts remained hidden within, an eyebrow raised at the question she asked. "My whole life." He'd answer bluntly. His eyes would shuffle back and forth between the girl's friends, every so often meeting their gaze as they too were curious as to why he was here. He was starting to miss the quiet of his table; peace and quiet wasn't something you could take back so easily after you knew so many people. The boy turned his head to look at his still vacant table, though now something else caught his eye. A familiar face he had conversed with for a more than a few moments at Dwight Goodwin's funeral. Ameryth. Her name rang through his head like a reminder, he knew not to forget just in case they were able to have a real conversation under less than tragic circumstances. Would it be rude to get up from the table he currently sat along and join her and what seemed to be a new friend?
As much as he wanted to, Thomas wouldn't risk at least making some friendly acquaintances. He made a mental note to make sure that he had time to at least make small talk. Never hurt to have a few more people to talk to outside of his usual inner circle. "Speaking of parties.." He muttered, now met with the ambient silence of the lunchroom with resident popular jock Roman announcing something big. Thomas wasn't a big party goer but he didn't shy away from a good time. He was lucky enough that the party was even advertised as open invitation, pondering it with a lot of thought on whether he'd attend. Cute girls, drinking, party games, and more he hoped. It'd be pretty weird..and really lame to show up alone. Letting out a sigh of realization, he knew none of his frequent friends would want to even come close to anything like this. They'd rather sit at home and binge watch Netflix TV shows. Not Thomas, he disliked being home at the mercy of his parent's constant ridicule. Thinking about it for some time, he was only psyching himself up more and more for the occasion, seeing it as an opportunity to branch out and have fun like he knew he could.
"Anyone thinking about going?" He'd ask his peers who sat around the table with a false smile on his face. Students cheered and threw their hands in the air after Roman finished speaking, igniting the eventual hype and excitement that would be the final result of the party.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 7:33 pm
Whatever chatter happened to occur or avoided occurring, the bell would ring releasing all students to their fifth period class. At this point, schedules were adjusted to allow some students to skip out on their sixth and some of their seventh period class due to the field trip for European History. It just so happened that students who had European History fifth period, provided they signed the papers, would be allowed to take one of the buses to the Chicago History Museum to view the Ottoman Empire exhibit. Plenty preferred viewing the exhibit to the alternative of busy work.
Lori, one such student, had decided to go. When the bell rang, she had no problem standing up from her seat in the Library. Usually, she ate a quick meal and then went straight to the Library for the remainder of the lunch period, a place where her silence wouldn’t be considered as awkward. Now she’d have to settle for a museum setting. It wasn’t too bad, she remembered most of the lectures discussing the fall of the Byzantines that let the Ottomans come to power, the Turkish Wars, the Janissary corps created by Sultan Murad I, and the Sultanate of Women.
As soon as she arrived in class, the teacher informed her that they’d only be waiting about ten minutes before she’d be leading them out the classroom. Aside from taking attendance during the wait time, the teacher glanced at the students’ attire, and Lori made the cut with her outfit of choice. When the wait time came to pass, the students were told by their teachers to leave their backpacks and purses behind and follow her to the front of the school. Since they weren’t the only class, other lines of students were near, and the teachers had no problem if they socialized a bit, not that Lori was the social type. In fact, the most she got was a wave from some fellow she’d been in a group project with last year.
In order to make the experience more unique, students were chosen at random to head onto the buses, which would also be the group they’d be walking through the exhibit with. Lori chose a vacant seat 7 by the window, and it wasn’t long before the bus she happened to be in, 220, was filling up. The horde of hormonal adolescents gathered up by their close friends or people that looked remotely approachable. Lori only gazed out the window, tuning everyone out with “Civilian” by Wye Oak, though she couldn’t quite appreciate the song as much with the background audio. What she’d have given for a cold beer and a quiet seat underneath a starry night sky right about then.
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