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 Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 7:16 pm
Amaya Radford
 "Yeah, I do get it. Luckily for me, my work is essentially to kick people's asses." Amaya laughed lightly. She taught Karate to little kids at the local rec center, but hey, it still paid and she got to train when she wanted. So long as the kids weren't around for that part. Shrugging, Amaya wasn't sure as they entered Ben's. "The last competition I was in was kinda boring. I almost killed some guy in the finals too, so I mean, they may just forfeit if I try it again." She sighed. Amaya enjoyed her martial arts, but it was just a matter of, actually needing them and in competitions, she tended to go a little too far sometimes.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 7:30 pm
Kara Sycamore  Kara smirked, glad that Amaya at least enjoyed her work. It was important to she believed, especially in her friends case. If she didn't, she sort of wondered what would happen. Probably nothing good. Inwardly she chuckled at the thought, looking up to wave to Max behind the counter. Ben was setting up the stage it seemed. There were a few people around, but not too many, it was still a quiet night. "Oh yeah, I remember that." She laughed a little, patting her friend on the shoulder as she passed her school bag off to Max to hold behind the counter like usual. "Thanks Max. Well Amaya, it's just cause they know you are the best. They put those regulations in just cause they are jealous of your skill." She teased, walking over to the stage.
"Hey Ben, mind if I play for a while?" She asked their older friend, placing a hand on her hip. "Nah, go right ahead. I don't have any bands for tonight anyways and the regulars like you two." He laughed and waved to the two girls before heading back behind the bar to help take care of things. "Awesome! Thanks." She smiled for once and placed her guitar case down on the stage, opening it up so she could pull her baby out. It was a black and red Stratocaster, some mother of pearl decaling on either of the strings on the body. There was also some inlay along the finger board. Took her forever to save up the money for it, and it was her treasure. She tuned it real quick and plugged it in, not zoning into music enough to stop paying attention to her friend. "But anyways, you looking into any other styles besides karate? I know that tung soo do was on the list of possible ones to look into right? Or did that change at some point?" She asked, looking up when she could while she was finishing up tuning her guitar.
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ShadowLadyRaven Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 8:51 pm
Amaya Radford
As they walked in, Amaya took a look around, still listening to Kara as she spoke. The place was kind of dead. But Amaya liked dead days. It was a nice change, especially when life at school was always a circus act. She merely nodded to Max and Ben. She didn't really have anything to say to them right now, but she knew that they knew not to take her silence personally, she would say something to them if she had something to say, and that was it. As she took a seat on the stage near Kara and heard her friends question, Amaya shrugged. "I've been thinking about Krav maga....I mean, that'll probably give me the best work out, and dad said it was pretty tough. I've been looking for a challenge lately. All this bullshit with school...it's too ******** easy." She said. Amaya didn't like to be bored, but Amaya liked to fight, so it was hard. "How mad do you think my mom would be if I go into the underground fighting circuit...you know, just on the side?" She asked with a dark grin. Fighting was all Amaya really had a passion for. She was good at it, and she knew this, but it wasn't a really valued skill in the modern world....
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:14 pm
Kara Sycamore Kara's eyebrows raised at this new option, now turning her attention to making sure that the settings on her guitar wouldn't blow out anyones ears. "Go for it. You'll probably love it considering." She smirked and kept looking at her guitar, checking the nobs and the strings for any problems. "It's high school, it's supposed to be filled with teen angst, BS, and whatnot. I dunno if college will be any better to be honest. Least you'll get to graduate at the right time." She murmured, strumming a few soft chords to check the sound level.
She paused at Amaya's proposal, shifting how she was sitting on the edge of the stage while she thought if over. "I think if she found out, you'd be grounded for life, and somehow behind bars in your own home. And I'd probably have to help bust you out." She answered, leaning her elbow on her guitar as she watched her friend. She knew she loved fighting, but she couldn't help but worry about her sometimes. Still, she knew better than to say anything about it.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:41 pm
Amaya Radford
Sighing once more, Amaya blew some of the hair out of her face before looking to Kara. "Yeah...mom probably would flip out worse than anyone. Last thing I need is for her to send me to live with my aunt...woman is crazy..." Amaya said before shuddering lightly. As she folded her arms behind her head and laid back on the stage, Amaya stared up at the ceiling. "Oh well...I guess I'll figure something out...maybe I can work for the CIA or something." She joked before frowning a little. "Just sucks that we have to start thinking about our futures now all of the sudden. Seems to have snuck up out of nowhere." She muttered before yawning.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:55 pm
Kara Sycamore Kara nodded with a faint smile as she shook her head again. "I remember you telling me once. God save if you got sent there. And I'm not even religious." She murmured, glancing around as a few more people started to come into the bar.
She stood and moved a stool that was on stage so it was near the mic that was set up, still listening to her friend. Adjusting the strap on her guitar, she sighed heavily. This would be her chance to get away. Leave behind the people who still gave her looks because they knew her family. "Maybe the FBI. I think they might fight more than the CIA. CIA is more covert operations and stuff." She mused, her fingers absentmindedly strumming a few strings as she thought over what Amaya said. "Yeah... I'm still not even sure. I'll probably be lucky if I can get financial aid to cover most of it you know?" She smiled to her friend, then running through a list of songs in her head that she might want to play. She smirked, and settled on a Sum 41 song called Motivation. Pretty much fit the situation perfectly she figured.
It was different than the original obviously since it was just her and her guitar. Not to mention the way she sang in general was a different style entirely. But she made it work, she made it work really well actually. She began to feel more at ease about things as she played, the rest of the world just sort of fracturing into pieces that ebbed away. She was clearly more at home now, her voice carrying out to the small audience.
As her guitar faded into silence, she muffled the strings, and smiled softly at the applause. She bowed a bit and leaned close to the mic to speak, "Thank you. That was Motivation by Sum41 everyone." She then sat back a little on her stool and looked at her friend, wondering where they would be in a few years. Or hell, where would they be in the coming months?
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 2:01 am
 Adan Waters Adan wasn't really at his best of his moods right now.
Walking towards his bike from the club meeting, the 15-year-old glared with droopy brown eyes at whoever spent their precious time to glance at him, which wasn't really many, thanks to his non-existent reputation at school. Well, it was better that way, in some sense. That way they wouldn't know as someone who's always grumpy and never did anything but glare at the air in front of him. Like that green one from Sesame Street who lives in a trash can, or that dwarf from Snow White. Ah, he missed Eva so much. I wonder how she's doing right now... I bet she's getting yelled at again, despite her good grades. Sighing a bit wistfully, the dark-haired teenager squat down to the ground, staring at the lock of his bike. It would be the most likely situation.
Adan reached for the key attached to the Mushu key chain he got from his little sister, which carried along another key that was for his and Samuel's apartment, and unlocked the bike with much unease in the air surrounding him. It wasn't the only cause that he was going on a glaring stage at the other students for, but this card game that the club leader - Hunter, was it? - initiated. At first, he was really excited about how the game went. But, come on, what's up with the 'not telling you any rules' part? There was sure to be no game that had many rules, but the experienced players won't tell you they are! Cue in what-the-eff moment.
For Adan, it wasn't really going on how he had wanted to. He had expected to take notes in whatever the leader was going to teach for the day, but no. They had decided to play some sort of strategy/luck game that didn't fit in for Adan's level of knowledge. It was sort of embarrassing to see that all of the other members of the club had done better than him. And being embarrassed because of just a game didn't well for him. He wanted to beat their smug faces out of existence. Or, at least, that's what he saw on their faces. Victorious smugness.
Before he could finally get out of the school premises, Manny, a friend of his who always get slammed into lockers and such, waved to him while running to catch up. Adan then put a foot to the pavement, the bicycle stooping to one side. "Hey Manny. What's up?" He greeted warmly, trying to put on a convincing smile. Manny was so sensitive despite getting bullied everyday. Adan thought he'd eventually tough up, but instead, his friend became more fragile and cried at the principal's office after every session with the bullies.
Ah well. A friend was a friend. "You're heading to your work, right?" asked Manny, then he sniffed back with whatever was dripping down his pinkish nose.
Must be done with another crying time, I guess. Adan chuckled quietly to himself, then jerked his head towards the road. "Yeah, you coming with me?" He said, then patted the metal, more or less, seat behind him with his right hand, keeping himself balanced. He silently wished that Manny would say no. The guy was just dead weight.
But, contrary to what he wanted, his friend nodded, blowing his nose on a checkered handkerchief that he got out from his pockets a little earlier, then walked towards the bike, and sat himself on the space he kindly offered. "I could grab some milkshake before I go home. Helps clear the mind, you know?"
Adan didn't know. But he hummed sympathetically to Manny anyway, and began pedaling towards his workplace, his grip on the handles tight. Agh, how much did Manny weigh anyway? "What happened? Them jocks beat the hell out of you again?" He inquired half-heartedly halfway through their ride. Adan didn't really want to hear other people's sh*t happening in their life, but it was better than sulking around about his own sh*t.
"Yeah. It gets worse everyday." Manny related the whole thing, then sniffed again and again throughout his storytelling. "...And this time, they've got five days in detention. Oh hey, there's Wild Desserts." He put a hand on Adan's shoulder to be sure as to not to fall off while he pointed to the said building. "Thanks for the ride. And for listening." Manny said as he finally hopped down from the bicycle.
"No problem." Adan grinned, put a thumb up, then locked his bike again. "Any time you want to vent out." Yeah, well, not those times that he wanted to vent out himself, too. Seriously. Stop dumping your problems onto mine. Then Adan walked in along with his friend, already sliding his arms off his jacket, hoping that this day won't get anymore worse.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 6:01 am
((I apologize for not being around. Once I log out for the day I generally cant get back on. ShadowLadyRaven, Kara has the job. Maya you're exactly what I had in mind for that role! Adan is a nice addition too.))
Hunter was mostly silent on the car ride home. Riding home in a '76 Mustang with custom seats had lost its appeal once he realized Greg enjoyed making him nervous. So instead he simply focused on other things. Greg and Marissa were used to his silence.
He sat brooding out the window. His longish hair was up in a ponytail at the moment. He preferred it that way but it seemed to attract attention, the last thing he wanted at school. The club was certain to attract attention. But that was the plan. He hoped to bring people together with it.
Mao had been the first step. True the game was annoying frustrating even to most players. But that too was the point. Hunter didnt care about their names. He cared about who they were. Greg being his friend afforded him some protection. Not enough. He had intended to reveal who would be the easiest to win and have as a bodyguard. He had discovered that too. Tom. He wasnt dumb, but he was not brilliant at all. He was intimidating and a member of the wrestiling team.
That decided he texted Kara and told her she had the job. He would need help. Marissa would be the other tutor. The next meeting would be tutoring. Then a game as promised. Things were falling into place.
The next morning Hunter walked into the school hoping to find Tom. He was descreet. A few words and such and Tom slapped him on the back. "Sure thing man." Hunter flashed a grin. Bodyguard check. He thought as he headed to his first class.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 9:10 am
Kara Sycamore (( @Persian: Wait... Did you time jump to the next day already? Uh... nevermind... ok... @Maya: Sorry! )) Kara played a few more songs to finish up a set, taking a pause after each to talk with her friend. Once she was done, the two talked a bit more before heading home respectively, catching a bus since she was a bit farther away than she preferred to walk. While she was sitting there, she felt her phone vibrate, pulling it out of her pocket to see that Hunter had indeed texted her. Oh. Good. She typed up a quick reply and then slid her phone away. When she got home it was the normal song and dance, enjoying the sleep that evening brought.
~*~
The next morning she woke up earlier than usual, and sighed heavily at that fact. Dammit all. She got ready for the day, and headed out to the bus stop. It was still kinda dark with a bit of light on the horizon. She arrived without any issues and walked the rest of the way with her earbuds in. She hummed along softly to the melody, heading up the stairs as the sun was shinning brightly now. The school building was open this early, despite that many thought otherwise. Idiots. Shaking her head, she went to the auditorium per usual and flopped down, making all the doors were shut to try to keep the sound in.
Her heels clicked softly on the hardwood floor, her eyes looking around at the large empty room. She was wearing her usual, thigh high socks that were black and white with a black pleated skirt and a red tank top with her white scarf. She checked her watch at the time and smirked, walking back stage to find her amp that she kept there. If she kept it at home, who knew what would happen to it? She pulled it out from backstage, glad it had wheels on it since she knew she didn't have the upper body strength to move it. The only other people she suspected to be in the building would be the orchestra and choir kids upstairs. She had been in choir for a little while, but it wasn't her thing.
She pulled out her guitar and tuned it up, plugging it in as she adjusted the settings on both the amp and her guitar. Strumming the strings a little, she listened to the sound echo back to her and smirked once more. Ah.... now there we go. She let her fingers float across the strings, listening as more people started to come into the building. Checking the watch on her wrist, she supposed it was about time. And then her phone rang.
"Hello?" And then she stopped at the voice, gritting her teeth as she unplugged her guitar and went to one of the backrooms so her shouting wouldn't be heard. Hopefully. And so... the dance did begin.
She stomped back out onto the stage and plugged her guitar back in, not caring that people were walking in the halls and that she should be heading to class. All the teachers knew her here whether she wanted them to or not. She turned up the volume a bit to compete with the people outside the auditorium rooms doors, and set up a mic. Like hell she wasn't going to sing and play.
"Alright... Let's see how you react to this." She murmured as her soft voice echoed back in the auditorium. Taking a breath, she began to play, waiting until the vocals came in before she sang. And man, she did not hold back. Not today. Today's song was Blue by A Perfect Circle. Her fingers played the guitar part flawlessly, listening with even the correct effect on it. And her voice lifted up to fill the room, her voice reminiscent of Maynard's, and yet it was her own. No one could deny that if they had heard the song.
She saw a few people open the doors to peek their heads in once they heard her both on the first and second floors, and she ignored them. They weren't on her mind right now, all that was on her mind was the song and the music. Part of her mind knew she'd be late for her first class, but she didn't give a damn.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 1:28 pm
Amaya Radford
It had been pretty relaxed the rest of the night, and after Kara and Amaya split their ways, Amaya went home, did her homework, trained a little, then went to sleep. She was up early to train again, never minding the vicious cycle she was constantly putting herself through, but eventually she headed off to school. It was still a little early, students were there to get there a bit before school started so they could trade answers on the homework from the night before and god knows what else. Like she gave a ******** about them. However, she already saw Hunter up to something, talking to one of the jocks who usually wouldn't give him the time of day. Deciding this could be fun to watch, she stopped and leaned against the lockers to watch this potential train wreck. However, Amaya was shocked to see the jock treat Hunter like a buddy. This was certainly new, and she had never encountered this before, but she shook it off rather quickly as a boy from the soccer team approached her, leaning in so his right arm was next to Amaya's left shoulder, supporting him as he leaned in himself. "Hey there Amaya, what're you staring at Tom for? You gonna kick his a** again?" He asked with a light grin while Amaya gave him a look of boredom and slight annoyance. "I'm staring at Hunter. The little creep is going around being all ******** buddy buddy with everyone all the sudden. Just last week he was a shadow. What the ******** is he doing now to get in the spotlight with this bullshit club?" She growled. Laughing a little, the boy got even closer to her. "You wouldn't be jealous...would you?" He asked with a slight laugh before getting a swift knee to the stomach. "You know I don't get jealous. I just think it's weird." Amaya told him before walking away, leaving the boy to hold his stomach alone while she disappeared in the hallways, headed off to her first class.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 9:28 pm
Dr. Alden Wong  Yawning, a rather tall man stepped into school with a bag slung over his shoulder, his hands in his pockets and a cig hanging out of his mouth. He waved to a few students as he took one last puff before stomping it out on the pavement, looking up at the building in front of him. Wonder who'll be visiting me today... He shrugged to himself and went inside, his shoulders hunched over a bit as he felt the suns warmth fade from his back.
Glancing towards the auditorium, he smirked as he heard who was singing inside. She really did have some skills, he just hoped she'd use them well in the future. If she could find a band, she could probably enter the music industry and rock it. Chuckling to himself, he waved to his fellow staff members that he passed by while heading to his office. Soon enough he reached it, leaving the door open as he put his bag down in a side room. Stretching, he gave another big yawn and debated making some coffee as he glanced to the white labcoat that hung there. "Mmm.... No." He mumbled, closing the door behind him as he re-entered the main room that was the "nurses" office. He sat down in his wheely chair and glanced to the three beds that were there, leaning back a bit. Good, he wasn't initially greeted by anyone. And thus began another day.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 10:33 am
Maria Alexander Maria enjoy watching the first meeting. She wish she could ask if she could help out but the club already end. With that done, she went home. **** Morning rose for a new day. She arrive to school in her car with new supplies with the class. Maria carry them in to her class room. She place them carefully on the table. Maria took out her art knife to cut the tape. Her hand slip as she cut herself. "Clumsy me." She muttered as she knew that nurse should be in by now. With a piece a cloth place on her long wound as she press it. She walk to the nurse's office. "Sir, I am sorry about this?" she muttered to him, "Do you have any band-aids?"
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 4:04 pm
Dr. Alden Wong Alden was about to lean over to his ipod speakers to let his music play, softly of course, when his ears perked up to the sound of someone's approach. Looking up, he realized that it was Maria, their resident art teacher and he sort of raised an eyebrow. A smirk rose to his lips at her question, chuckling a little to himself. "I'm afraid we're all out." He teased, but pushed himself up as he waved at a hand at his sarcasm. "I'm joking, of course we have some. Don't worry about it Ms. Alexander, you're my first patient of the day." He looked through a cabinet and pulled out a box of band-aid's along with some ointment for the cut, his boots soft on the linoleum floor.
Soon he stood before her, looking down at her hand with a slight tilt of his head. "May I see the cut please?" As he spoke, he raised his eye to look at her, wanting her permission before he did anything.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 6:38 pm
Maria Alexander Maria was nervous about speaking up since the bell had not rung for class. Her persona had not awaken so she was still like a mouse. She nodded to Dr. Wong. Her hand remove the cloth from her hand as she show him the wound. The art teacher knew that she would be taken care by him.
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