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 Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 7:17 pm
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-:  It was precisely in that moment that Angel sdecided to walk in. Thomas and Brian were at her side, their heads leaned in as Angel blantantly flirted with them. They were whispering and giggling profusely, obviously involved in a conversation that didn't concern the rest of the class.
"No, everything is just fine." she replied after they parted ways, and took her seat after a curt greeting to the teacher.
While in the bathroom, Angel had been granted something of a realization about herself. As she adjusted her make-up, she began to wonder why exactly she had felt that feeling - what was it called again? - jealousy. She had seen it in action plenty of times before, it wasn't that. It was the moment when the other girls processed the fact that Angel had something they would never even dream to achieve. It was when they turned green from pettiness and envy, and coveted what she had become, her position, her social standing, her intelligence, her wit, and her incredible beauty (mostly that). But Angel had never formally acknowleged the fact that she, too, was capable of... this.
Initially, the thought had abhored her. Jealous? Of a delinquent piece of trash like Lilian? An outrage! But then it had dawned on her that the girl had the one thing she had never taken to time to acquire: a friend. True, Angel had many friends, most of which would be willing to jump in front of a train if it meant getting an affectionate glance from their leader. But Angel was smart enough to know that those people were just empty shells, incapable of feeling emotion the likes of which existed between the Predator and his Prey. Said emotion was becoming harder and harder to find these days, and it was something to be envious of.
What struck her next was the fact that she hadn't been so radiant the past few days, and it was hardly because of the general school malaise. Normally, she didn't allow herself to be dampened when the rest of her clan was down; rather, it made her stand out all the more. In most cases, she was a radiant star, feeding off of the lethargy of the rest of the student body like the beautiful force that she was. However, Angel refused to overlook the fact that her usual glory was waning. Of course, not in the eyes of the students (or the rest of the school, for that matter), but in the confines of her own mind. She couldn't help but to feel a personal connection to the young man who had been murdered. It made her... sad...
All these new emotions! Of course, Angel had left them beind in the bathroom. Thomas had handed her the bagel he had stolen for her, she had reciprocated the gesture with a kiss on the cheek, and everything had returned back to normal. Brian had cleaned up nicely, and after a short moment of apology, everything had been forgiven. After all, someone had to put the Jailbreakerz in their place, and who better to do that than the Capricot Queen herself?
~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 11:17 am
 Elliot "Eli" Mikazuki
TheLetterman
Now you are watchin' us outside the circle, Wanna be in the company? Boy but you are lonely, dance with nobody, Run away child to your hiding place
He had followed the group silently, more or less studying the posse while he remained anonymous, observing the group and how they acted as a whole. "Letterman," though he didn't know what the name meant himself, everyone else seemed to give him that title but didn't seem to really tell him what it meant. The one they called "Planet Pretty" seemed to fascinate him, her beauty too appealing for him to focus on her less beautiful aspects.
The dark eyes turned to the ones that seemed to be called Jailbreakerz.. Though he wasn't very aware of what they're specialty was, he assumed it was authority issues.. And figured he'd better stay away from them, highschools need a brochure, or book that translate this stuff to you... Elliot had been in this school for a semester, and he still wasn't too aware of the lingo, just coming out from homeschooling everything here was so bizarre, and slightly unsettling.
The thinking had dragged him from his focus, observing and trying to morph himself into one of 'them,' or the popular posse, or the group that seemed to think they have priority...And they were already several feet away from him, the last thing he wanted to do was to be left behind! Even though he himself wasn't considered one of 'them,' and still seemed as if he didn't fit, though it was apparent he looked as if he was spoiled, it was clear there was something going on deeper than that. He let an exhausted sigh as the eyes found their way to the 'Jailbreakerz' he personally had nothing against them, but if 'Planet Pretty' were to acknowledge him, he'd have to step up his game. The dark eyebrow twitched slightly as he let out a troubled sigh, finding his seat and turning his gaze back to the group he figured he was suited for, but currently lacked the abilities and correct persona to obtain an invitation. Nor did he believe he had the glamorous appearance to pull a stunt like that off naturally.
His plan: to follow them around until something happens. Though it lacks many aspects and seems well, just too plain simple, his smarts at the time was too distant to give imput on the general idea.
His social awkwardness taking effect as he waited for the bell to ring for class, the whole chitter chatter of a murder slightly catching his attention.. It all seemed rather interesting to him, his interest in crime novels giving him some knowledge, but never once has he been in a place where one had occured. "Rather interesting.." The teen spoke in a slight mumble as he tapped his cheek curiously and unconciously scanned the people in the classroom. Apparently a poor bloke that nobody was too fond of was the victim, he himself had had a run in with the unkind fellow; everyone has a problem, and his seemed to be causing problems for fellow students, so in the end, he got what was coming to him. {{I shall edit the font, and jazz later.}}
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 4:17 pm
:::Vulcan:::::::::
 Vulcan nodded at her request to spread the word, even though he would have done it anyway. He got along well enough with the rest of the Trekkies, and it was nice to pass people in the hallway that didn't look at you like you were a freak or, during the past week, a murderer. He smiled at the thought of his fellow Trekkies, and that was enough for him to think of them as "friends." Beggars couldn't be choosers, and they weren't bad people to choose anyway.
Her comments of Planet Pretty and Predator made his smile weak and pathetic, and his eyes went flat in a somber reminisce. The two were very visible in the gossip of the school, and both stood out a lot in classes and the crowd of campus. He never seemed like he could avoid them. And oh, how he tried. Both scared him to death for very different - and very good - reasons. More than once had he been on the bad side of them both and had suffered from mental and physical abuse, depending on which bully it had been. But it had never been as bad as Robby's abuse.
'Robby...' he thought then, and the image of that cruel, horrible, poor boy sent memories flooding through his mind. His vision went white once more, and his thoughts blank.
Nothing filled his consciousness, and there was no sign save for the very slight tremors of his hand.
When he came to, Motherboard was smiling at him and spoke of happy things. In his best calm, secure voice, he spoke, trying to pretend nothing had happened. 'I hope Motherboard didn't see anything... but who am I kidding? She notices everything...' he thought, the sad smile reappearing at the pride of the intuition of his best friend.
"A-Awesome!" he said, silently damning himself at the split-second stammer in his words. "I brought my green Elf deck, and last night I made a few modifications, so we'll see if your Artifact deck can beat it this time," he said, hoping the confidence in his tone would wave off any suspicions that he had just had one of his seizures. He didn't want her to worry more than she already was, and he hated himself for being unable to prevent even that.
:::: razz lease, make them stop… I can't take it anymore…
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 3:19 pm
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Are you afraid...?
Predator watched Lily, staring at her as she comforted him. It was a nice feeling, to have someone to comfort, to have someone there who was ready to listen to your woes. But he wasn't going to become a victim of his own creations. He smirked at Prey, slipping his hand out of her's and snapping his fingers. "That's an Idea. I'll focus on you. So what are you doing after school?"
Howard wasn't easily put down, but at that moment, he had been vulnerable. If it had been anyone, but Prey, perhaps he would have been angry at the thought of confiding in them. Prey was different. Prey reminded him that he needed to be strong. He leaned back and stretched, extending his long arms and yawning. Then, he looked back and Prey, slightly more alive, more like himself. His eyes sharp, his gaze even, as if he were calculating your very existence to the last particle you had on you. That was Predator.
As he regained his composure, Howard wondered if he should ditch the rest of his classes; he wasn't really in the mood for school
You should be.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 3:28 pm
м o м o ĸ α тнє ѕняιηк тα ĸ e υ c н ι  Momoka sat at her desk in the office, absentmindedly sorting the variety of post-in piles on her desk. Blue, Orange, yellow. Yellow, orange, blue. Yellow, blue, orange. She wasn't quite sure which order of color she preferred best. Did it make a difference to the students? That would make an interesting question to start therapy. Would they choose the more common yellow, the closer to common orange, or the out-of-place blue? She knew she would choose blue. She just happened to like the darker, richer color that ocean blue post-it had. She finally decided on yellow, blue, orange and stopped fiddling with the piles, looking around the room.
Moments ago, the tearful freshman who'd come in complaining about a Predator versus Pretty spat in his classroom, had left. Momoka found her complaints viable, but useless. There was nothing she, as the Shrink, could do about a student who felt scared watching the two polar opposites of the school take bites at each other. Especially a freshman. It almost made her sigh. She'd gotten a call from two sophomores' parents as well, complaining & demanding to know whether school was safe to attend. Of course, Momoka had argued, we had guards around every hallway corner. It's not like the murder happened in broad daylight or there wouldn't be an investigation! It was slightly unnerving to talk to parents who spoke as if they had never seen a child with dyed pink hair or tatoos going up the side of his neck. She hadn't been working at high schools very long, but these were all things she knew about teenagers. She had, not long ago, been part of this phase.
Miss Takeuchi flipped the pages of the memo she'd gotten from the main office. She was to speak to the suspects and see what information she could gather. Even as the principle considered her a suspect, she was surprised to see they were using her as well. What was the police doing anyway? Pretty, Predator, Prey, Motherboard, Vulcan, Letterman... the list went on and on. Momoka knew all their nicknames; she knew all the clicks and what was going on. It was her job. But more than that, she really cared about these kids. She really hoped that she could help them.
Too bad I can't just drag them in here by force... She stared at the door, almost willing it to open with another student.
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xoxoxoLet oxmexobringxoyouoxtooxlife
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 6:34 pm
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-: As Angel waited patiently for class to begin (after all, patience was still a virtue no matter what happened), she noticed that the newest addition to her clan, Elliot Mikazuki whom her little group had dubbed 'Letterman', watching her. She swiveled her head slightly, throwing him her most charming sideways glance which, by nature, was enough to send any guy into a frenzy. On top of that, she winked at him in a way that was slow and practiced, with just enough charm to catch his eye
"I remember you, Letterman." she said, her voice melodic and high like the soprano she was. "Aren't you the one who's new around here?" She smirked, when suddenly the dean walked into the classroom. A wardrobe of a man, Pretty was always sure to stay on his excellent side, as he had the most authority in the school... besides her, of course. A valuable asset to her reign, Dean Deathrow always made sure that everything was (for the most part) in order... which it always was, thanks to Angel. However, the dean didn't seem to be in a swimmingly good mood as he motioned for Angel to follow him. Her eyebrows raised ever so slightly.
"Mmhmm..." she said, taking note of this strange occurance. She walked outside, her priceless shoes resounding on the tiles. He led her outside, stoping just outside of the door.
"Yes, Dean Turner?" she asked politely, her eyes big with pretend innocence. The dean sighed.
"Angelique, as you know, the entire school is under investigation for the muder of-"
"Please... don't say his name." Angel replied, turning her head away dramatically, a strand of her hair falling over her eyes. She pretended to blink back a tear. It had always been her strategy to avoid talking about things that caused her discomfort, and this was one of the situations. She didn't want to remember the kid's name... not that she cared, anyway. The dean's look softened and he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Listen, Angelique... if you don't want to do this, then I can let it slide and just tell the cops that -"
"No, no, I'll be fine. I'll do anything that is necessary to help, Dean Turner." she answered, putting on a weak smile. The dean sighed again, running a hand through his spiky, black hair.
"I want you to go and see the school therapist." he replied. "Since no one is talking, the investgators figure the best way to get the students to squeal is by sending the head honchos to the Shrink... maybe because they can relate to her better or something, who knows. The point is, they picked you first because they always pick you first. Knowing you, you'll be in and out of there before the period's over."
Angel smiled. It was nice to know that someone in this school recognized her talent other than her followers... and her enemies... "Of course, Sir. I'll go there right away." she answered with a determined nod, then turned in the direction of the therapist's office. Therapy? They're running out of ideas, it seems... she thought, frowning. What a waste of time! Do those meddling fools think I have nothing better to do with my life than help them on thier wild goose chase? Ridiculous...~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:12 pm
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Mitsuki frowned when she visibly noticed Vulcan stop paying attention to her. She could feel the stares of people on her and Vulcan when she paused and frowned, and Vulcan didn't respond. Fearing they might put two and two together she immediately continued talking. She saw his hands shake, but she acted as if it weren't happening. As if he wasn't going through what he was. "Vulcan, please come back soon. I hate talking to a dummy." she thought. After a few minutes she saw the light return to his eyes, and he picked up on what she was walking about quickly. She smiled. "At least it wasn't that long."
Mitsuki smirked at his challenge. "We'll see about that. I'm pretty sure that I've won more times than you, though." she said. She leaned over to him with a smile, though it was just an act to fool the others in the room. "I know. Are you ok?" she whispered in his ear. Her tone was concerned, though her well trained face told another story. She knew how much others tormented him, having been there many times to witness and stop it. She saw it as her duty as a good friend to protect him from that, it made up for the times she couldn't be there. She hated thinking about the times she'd come too late, or not at all. It made her feel horrible every time one of her friends got attacked, whether physically or mentally, and she wasn't there to help.
Roxie drew back and smiled a bit more, then glanced at one of the other students, falsely imply she was talking about him. The guy was one of the people watching them, and he immediately looked away. Mitsuki smirked. People could be so predictable at times, but then again, it was the very people that weren't predictable that were the most threatening. Dealing with such people, whom were usually bullies, was a challenge that she accepted head one. Through well thought out plans to bold and rash in-the-moment actions. In a retrospective she could be seen as a military strategist, leading a guard mission for an important group of people. In the reality of the thought, those people were very special. They were her friends, the Trekkies.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:13 am
[[ I haven't been too happy on how I've been roleplaying Prey. Too plain. I'm going to be experimenting with the exposition and description of my text.]] Prey - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand slipped out of hers. Hurt. Rejection, even. The pang of hurt hit her quickly. But it was brief. His smirk brought back the smile, and his words, his attitude brought the warmth to that smile. His focus on her extended past the conversation. His eyes - those piercing things - were on her. If those weren't his eyes... oh no. That would be too much. The way he stared, it would have unleashed one of her classic panic attacks. But she knew... she knew it was fine. There wasn't anything she wouldn't tell him, nothing, so why would it matter what he saw with those sharp eyes?
"I was thinking something more close to the present than after school. What do you say about now?" she said. Her smile became a smirk, and her eyes glinted with trouble. This was her happiness. Better than the Feeling, even. Trouble with Predator was like pickpocketing without being caught. Stealing without jail. Unleashing your demons without the consequences. Those horrible consequences...
The teacher spoke up. When did he get here? But she just stared, like everyone else. The class was silent for a few moments, then the soprano of a demon shattered the silence.
Planet Pretty was back.
She tensed up. She turned her head further away from where the "angel" sat, almost to show a point. She didn't want to look at her. No, she would just block her out...
But she couldn't. The bubble had popped. It had surrounded Predator and her, and it had popped. She could feel the tension of the class, the eyes of the class throwing her guilt. It was her fault Planet Pretty had lashed out. It was her fault that the mistress of the school was angered. If she had just kept her stupid little trap shut...
A cold sweat. Stares. The shine of a necklace caught her eye, but it was lost among the whispers. She could hear her name. And his.
Then the Dean walked in, and Prey lost it. Her hands started trembling as panic took over her mind. Why was he here? Was it for her? She couldn't go back, no. She wouldn't. She hadn't killed. She had his necklace, was that it? Oh god, what was happening?
He left with Planet Pretty. That should have calmed her, but it was took late. She was already caught in the black vortex that was her paranoia. She tried her best to remain calm, to stop shaking. Stop shaking. Stop. Predator would worry. As it was, he might already be worried. But she didn't know for sure. In order to know, she had to look up. And she wouldn't look up. If she met his eyes, he would truly know her panic. Those eyes of his... they could know everything if they tried. And he did.
"E-Excuse me..." A quiet mumble, meant for the teacher. Not looking up. Her bag, grabbed. Now she made her way out. Quickly, without being a run. It was still too long. She could see the eyes, hear the awful things they said. Her paranoia was closing in, suffocating. Her skin was paler. She couldn't breathe, but she had to keep walking.
Moments later, she was in the hallway, and moments after that, she was outside. She wandered further, away from the buildings with people and the whispers and the eyes. Her breathing was heavy as she rifled through her bag. Her hands, almost shaking. But finally, she had them. A pack of Camel Filters and her black lighter. With the deft hands of a long-time smoker, she pulled out a cigarette, replaced the box, and lit the cancer stick, replacing the lighter as well, all of this in few moments. The calm from the cigarette went through her like small waves. Slowly, she was getting back. Away from the stares. Away from the words. Away from the pressure and the rumors and the mass and the fear and the shiny things. She was fine, just here, enjoying the emptiness of her thoughts. The sound of silence. ...I won't go back, I won't go back, I won't go back..
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:11 am
‡ϾɐɭΣɓ ʝΣʄʄΣГʃɵɳ ΤʉɼɳΣɼ‡ Dean Deathrow  Caleb remained silent as Pretty waltzed off in the direction of the school therapist's office. What a dolled up, conniving little b***h, so full of herself and her so-called power. He was the one with the true power, and he was the one who would find out who killed Robbie... not that prissy little side-show whore.
He was struck with a sudden realization, and his thin lips curled into a smile. But she wasn't just a prissy little side-show whore. She was his prissy little side-show whore, heh. And what a catch, too. She was nothing like those hoodlum girls back at boarding school, who had to be beaten up every single day before they realized that he was the dominant one, not them. No, Angelique was more... subtle. Her laugh instilled terror into the hearts of those who heard it, and her glowing eyes shot daggers at those who crossed her. She was this omnipresent force that never left you once you had experienced it... and oh, how he had experienced it. Just the thought of her fingers on the buttons of his shirt was enough to make his shiver in anticipation.
Admittedly, it was the first time he had found a special connection with a student without being a student himself... although it was much less a special connection than it was a necessary measure to keep the school safe. Things needed to be under control, or else he found it absolutely necessary to intervene. Lately, however, he found the swarm of policemen that decorated the hallways rather irritating. He would bring down the killer himself, so he saw no need for the law's presence, especially since they were getting in the way of his darling Angelique. He found that they were spending less and less time together... although it had been gradually decresing over the past few months.
Angelique was probably... no. She was the first thing he had noticed once he was hired. The girl was everywhere, and not in a good way. She was in the mouths of all the students, her presence lingered in the air, her every will was executed to utter perfection... he didn't like that. He was the ultimate authority. Not even the principal could break him down, and that was the way he had expected it to be. But that damn girl had been a thorn in his side from the very first day that they had met. Acting so cute and innocent... when she was truly a serpent. But he had been unphased, immediately getting to work on her.
It had started in the same way he had always started it. Extended sessions in the dean's office, conversations that grew gradually more intimate as they came closer... and then it had escalated. He had begun to watch her. He knew her movements, her little habits, her locker number. He knew where she was every second of every day. He knew the name of her chauffer, Jean, and when he brought her to school. He knew her favorite foods and drinks, her favorite hobbies, her favorite shade of lipgloss... and then he knew her. It had been rather unpleasant the first time, and it had involved a lot of silencing and beating and locking of doors. But oh, it had been worth it. And although Caleb was still bothered by the flawless way she hid it when they were out in the open, he was stisfied to know that he was in the back of her mind at every waking moment in time...
He watched as Prey ran out of the classroom and headed in the other direction. Her eyes were shifty; the girl was nervous. Although he had considered making her another object of his interest, he had decided against it, since one of his worst enemies, Predator, was obvious infatuated with the girl, and the last thing he wanted was another force keeping him back from his Angelique. He slowly began to follow her out of the school building, pulling a Noire out of his pocket. Silently, he walked up next to her without moving his eyes to her face.
"You got a light?"
Run girl, let me catch you...
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:29 am
♥Planet Pretty♥ :-:Certified b***h:-: Angel had to will herself not to start scrubbing her shoulder where that obscene man had touched her. He was more than she had the capacity to handle at that point, and it wasn't in her intention to... well, to let on any intention.
The hallway seemed suddenly chilly as she turned the corner, entering the stairwell. She walked down the third floor steps until she felt a breeze and looked up angrily. Her hair flapped around her head as she slammed small window shut. Whoever the imbecile was that thought of putting windows in school stairwells deserved to be crushed. Her skin was still crawling with discomfort. Caleb Jefferson Turner, the man who would ruin her.
She shook her head as terrible memories flooded her mind. Admittedly, it had gotten more... 'pleasant', so to speak, after the first few times. But she knew the game he was playing. He was intimidated by her power, and hence sought to control her physically with what most men are best capable of. But she wouldn't let him win. It was a race, you see. Who would crack first. Would it be Caleb? Or would it be Angel? Angel as determined not to give him a single advantage over her. True, he knew everything about her... and within her... but that was immaterial. He thought he could topple her reign simply by putting a few bruises on her? She had been put through much worse as a child, when she was still learning perfection. It was an incredibly painful lesson, but nonetheless, it had made her who she was now.
She looked out of the window she had just closed and saw that Caleb was standing next to Prey. She growled. Why was he with that punk? He should have been with her! The strange jealousy came again, and again Angel ignored it, flipping her hair back instead. She walked down the second flight of stairs and exited though the double doors onto the first floor, the administrative floor, home to the teacher's lounge (that cursed lounge!), the main office, and the office of the therapist. Shoving her anger down to her stomach, she put on her best smile and knocked on the door three times, waiting for the petite woman to answer.
~Don't talk to me~
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 4:43 pm
Elliot "Eli" Mikazuki
TheLetterman
Now you are watchin' us outside the circle, Wanna be in the company? Boy but you are lonely, dance with nobody, Run away child to your hiding place
A familiar voice had rather had startled him, though before he could respond it seemed as if something else had drawn her attention away. He frowned slightly, Why yes, I am the one who's new around here. Why do you ask? Though the words neverleft his mouth, before he knewit, she had already moved on. Oh well. It's not like he'd never get asked that again, him being so obviously clueless.. Blinking the dark eyes scanned the room, over half either were ditching, or hadn't arrived...
Tapping his index finger anxiously he let out a loose sigh, though commotions did seem to rather bother him, this, was better than that.. Picking at a bracelet along his wrist the dark eyes squinted observantly at the detailed accessory. "Meh.." The letterman frowned in a manner that something had unpleased him, the eyebrows furrowed slightly as he picked at the design. School was rather bothersome, especially considering that the time it takes for the bell to ring seems more than decades long.
"Ridiculous." Elliot stated, clearly unpleased as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, letting out a quiet yawn.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 8:42 pm
Prey - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -That beautiful, peaceful silence was broken. And its death was no pretty thing. There was a fear. It always intruding every thing she did, every fun she ever had. Those memories of juvy were always with her, always. They never left her in peace, save for when she was with Predator. She wouldn't... she couldn't go back to that place.
And this was the man who would do it. Who could do it. But he was here, watching her smoke, watching her about to ditch.
But why was he here? How was he here? She had been so lost in getting lost... so lost in her moment, that she had not heard his approach. But she did her best to keep calm... keep... calm. She told herself this constantly, but did she ever listen?
With shaking hands, she rifled through her bag once more. What was once a quick task was now an agonizing quest. But finally, finally she had it.
"H-here," she said with a voice that matched her hands as they offered the lighter to the man. The stutter in her voice did not go unnoticed by her paranoid. She did her best to calm her nerves, steady her shaking hands as one lifted the still-burning cigarette to her lips. A drag settled them nicely. Now she could think. And speak.
"So," she started with an unmarred tone, "What are you doing out here? You must have followed me here, so why? Am I in trouble?" she asked. They were in a strange area of campus. Close enough to the street that no staff member ever bothered to patrol here. Yet, this was still campus. Which meant, if he wanted, he could get her here and now. Smoking was banned, and her underaged status meant twice the penalties. Three times over for an ex-juvy.
The bell rang then, adding another level of silence to the campus once it had departed. She stood, waiting for his answer as she took another drag off her cigarette, staring ahead like he was, watching the breeze of winter carry away the dead leaves and trash along the blacktop. ...I won't go back, I won't go back, I won't go back..
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 8:43 pm
:::Vulcan:::::::::
Her competitive smirk and equally charged words put Vulcan at ease. 'She didn't see for once... thank-' Her next batch of words jarred him out of his ease. "I know." He felt horrible, disappointed in himself.
He nodded once, his eyes and head downcast in shame. The bell rang then, and though he hated lessons, he was relieved to have a reason to avoid the subject of his seizures. A student aide, probably sent from the office, rushed in just as the bell's ring was subsiding and gave a note to the teacher before leaving in another rush. The teacher glanced over the note before looking up, casting a brief, suspicious look at the pair of Trekkies, and standing up.
"Attention, class. Rather than begin the lesson for that day, it seems we have an assembly to go to," he droned. Whispers of excitement of avoiding a lesson and wonders as to what the assembly could be about spread throughout the class, and the teacher looked too tired to care.
"Come on now, class, let's get going..." the teacher said lazily, barely raising his tone above the cloud of whispers for the class to hear. The clamor made from the class rising, gathering their things, and moving chairs about choked the noise of the class, enough for Vulcan to speak normally to Motherboard without anyone else hearing.
Vulcan didn't like how the teacher had looked at them, especially considering the assembly and... recent events of the school. He turned to Motherboard, worry and anxiety taking over his stance, tone, and eyes.
"I don't want to go, I think it's going to be about the... murder... Can we... can we... ditch?" he asked, the last word whispered in the lowest of tones. His eyes pleaded to Motherboard. He knew of her strong attendance, but he also knew that he wouldn't last a minute in the the tense atmosphere of an assembly, especially if the focus of that assembly was about the murder...
:::: razz lease, make them stop… I can't take it anymore…The same thing was happening in all classes, including the one that Planet Pretty, Letterman, Prey, and Predator shared. Students were clamoring about, and most of the teachers were too tired to quiet down and manage their classes. The halls were filled with noisy students shouting and gossiping, and no one would notice if a few students slipped away...
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