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[Mystic_clown]

Is my character doomed to be alone? lol, just kidding

Jack Gasgett
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Jack wandered through the halls, picking the pieces of food off of his clothing and the gear that suck out of his back. Thankfully he had gotten out before the fight went into its extremes.

Let's see, what do I have now?

He pulled a timetable out of his pocket and checked.

algebra. Not bd.

You figure someone who was half machine would be good at maths. But Jack was half mahine, not half computer. He's more like a clock then a computer.

As he walked towards he class, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the watch he had been tinkering with. A look of annoyance flahed across his face.

Dammit! They go spaghetti in the works! It's going to take ages to clean this!

sorry for the shortness.

[Drusilla]

[color=#ff0080]Regina
It's not too late, now it's done; No more are the weak, all are the strong

The excitement over, the crouds dispersed in various states of dishevlement for the last class of the day. I saw Avarin walking away and disappearing around a corner...

"Avarin! Wait!" I called, remembering, with a slight sinking feeling, my predicament. He turned and waited, no sign of impatience on his face. The guy was a damn saint, or pretty close to it, for putting up with me all the time...

"Sorry, I almost forgot... I know you've got to get to class, I do too. Uhm, would you come find me after school? I have a favor to ask..." I said, trying to keep the desperate look from my eyes. Friday night was the local pack's lunapar, and if I was going to do anything about my situation, I would have to speak to the Ulfric first, and I really, really didn't want to go alone. I could ask Michael, but that would only lead to trouble, since he wasn't even close to Lukoi. I probably wouldn't be able to pass Avarin off as Lukoi either, but at least he was wolven. I would opt for the lesser of two evils... Plus, if I had a male with me, I wouldn't be forced into a situation that I wanted to avoid at all costs. It wasn't complete insurance, but it was better than nothing...

Avarin looked slightly confused. "Uh... OK, I guess. You OK?"

"Yeah, I guess... all right, no, not really, but I'm not bad either. I've got to go, though... I'll see you later." I rushed off before he had a chance to say anything else, or to see me blush with embarassment. I was really in deep now...

I made it to algebra just as the bell rang. The teacher, a young vampire who still had a slight tan, gave me a disproving look. What did she expect, having a class in the basement like this, especially after lunch?

"Welcome class, I hope that the general lack of punctuality today is not a sign of things to come..." She glared out over the class. "We have a lot to cover this year, and we won't be able to get through it all if we can't be on time. Whether you make it through the entire course is up to you, but know now that you will be tested on all of it, even if we haven't completed everything."

A groan went through the class and an angry mutter buzzed in the room. "I heard that she was such a bitch in college that her classmates paid a vamp to turn her!" on girl in front of me whispered. The teacher glared at her.

"May I remind you that there is no need to whisper, my dear, I can hear very well. Keep rumors to yourself, they never do anyone any good," she anounced through clenched teeth, flashing fang to the room.

I looked to the boy next to me; Jack was trying to pick spaghetti out of the gears of a watch in frustration. I nudged him and nodded up to the teacher, who was staring. Satisfied, she turned to the stack of books on her desk and proceeded to go on about the rules for school-owned textbooks that we all heard several times every year.

I raised my hand, and she looked at me in surprise. Apparently, she wasn't expecting interaction. "Yes?"

I cleared my throat. "Please, ma'am, what's your name? You're new, so... what do we call you?"

She blinked at me a few times. "Ms. Parker, I am Ms. Parker. Now, on the inside of the front cover, you'll find an eight-digit serial number..."

[Samchu]

Gareth
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I stumbled back a few paces, the sudden collision from the apple pie knocking me off balance. The only conselation came from the jell-o in my hand, which managed to somehow make its way onto the front of Lara's leather pants. Unfortunately, Lara's hidden pudding managed to catch me square in the chest, so we ended up as we had intended, only with aditional apple pies in tow. We both wiped the apple and pastry concoction from our faces, finding great amusement in how the other looked.

"Nice shirt. I'm sure it'll start a fashion frenzy."

I smirked. "I'm not the one with jell-o on my crotch."

She scowled. "You'll have to buy me a new pair."

"What? Hell no. I gotta replace this shirt. This pudding ent ever gonna come out."

"Hey my pants are worth a lot more than your dumb shirt."

I gripped my sides tightly, unbelieving of the fact that I was arguing with my would-be rival other clothing. "Well then, I'll buy two new shirts and you can buy some new pants and we'll be even."

"My god you're so -"

"Charming? Intelligent? Handsome? Stop me when I get to a good one."

"Frustrating!" She practically screamed it at me. It was surprising to say the least. "I have never met anyone who makes me feel the way that you do."

"Should I take that as an insult or a compliment?"

Irritated, she launched a plate of spaghetti at me. I let it hit me in the hopes that it would calm her down a little. It seemed to work.

"Feeling better?"

She just glared at me.

I took a deep breath, pushing down my pride. "If you're that upset about it I'll buy you a new pair of pants. We'll call it a truce."

She seemed sceptical. Maybe she enjoyed our rivalries, I don't know. I'd gone through the whole rivalry thing before but I was looking to try something new. A partnership would be right up my street.

"Alright. How about I buy you the new pants and we talk about a truce. Deal?"

After a long pause she finally accepted my terms and we shook on it. Our attention was draw across the room almost immediately by a couple of jocks who had started a fist fight with one another. It was just begging for some type of custard bomb. I looked down at Lara, watching her eyes twinkle and a smirk creep across her face. You just had to love that mischievious look she got when she started plotting something.

"Damn you're cute when you do that."

She stared at me blankly. "What did you say?"

Shit did I say that out loud? Quick, think of something stupid to say so she'll get mad and forget about it.

"Uhhh...your face!"

What the hell!? How is that gonna help you? Get out of there now! Abort! Abort!

"I mean...uhhh...you've still got loads of apple pie left on your face. Uh...I need to get going, don't wanna be late for art on the first day, might set a bad example. I'll...see you sometime. Sort out buying those pants..." and I ran from the caferteria before she could say anything. As I paced the hallway towards art, I cursed my pathetic idiosity. "Great, now she thinks you're frustrating and an idiot." I knocked my forehead against my fist. "God I'm such a loser..."



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EDIT: Here's a description of Gareth seeing as I have forgotten to fix the link.

Gareth is about 6’4” with a generally slender build but a large upper-body. His eyes are sea green but few people get to see them because he usually walks around with a pair of shades on. He wears a red shirt with the sleeve-ends and bottom slashed and a pair of baggy black pants. His hair is short and raven black in colour and he wears a silver chain around his neck. He can also summon black wings at will (which look a like Bahamut’s from FF9).

[*Duke*]

-Lara Rhinelander-

Though she never wanted to call something so surrendering as a truce; Lara sighed. The saying: “Keep your friends close and your enemy closer,” seemed to motivate her thinking at the moment, though for some reason that didn’t seem to upset her so much, so with a shrug she gave a skeptical look and accepted the truce by adding: “Alright. How about I buy you the new pants and we talk about a truce, deal?” adding a shake to seal the deal.

‘It will at least get him out of my hair,’ feeling bits of crust and mock apple in it.

The raised voices bellow them seemed to draw Lara’s attention at the moment. She watched from afar as she saw the local Neanderthal like jocks begin to slug it out. One of them happening to be a dog like creature she had happened to see on and off last year. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin at the thought of revenge. Though she seemed to over react a few moments ago her composure became cool again at the thought that this might make things right for her.

Though her line of thinking was broken when she heard Gareth mutter something that sounded like “…when you do that.”

Staring blankly she replied “What did you say?”

"Uhhh...your face!" He replied with a look of crimson about his face.

"I mean...uhhh...you've still got loads of apple pie left on your face. Uh...I need to get going, don't wanna be late for art on the first day, and might set a bad example. I'll...see you sometime. Sort out buying those pants..." As he took off with a flash of dust and pudding, Lara began to wipe bits of crust and apple off her face. A part of her was almost sad to see him go, though another part merely shrugged and told her to get over it. As she walked over towards the doll, it erupted into a cloud of smoke, letting the clothing on it drop to the floor. Shoving the food stained clothing into her bag; she began to head back towards the locker room to wash up. This was all after making sure her former boy toy jock was engulfed in a jelly like madness of donuts raining down on him and his ‘friend’.

As she continued to walk down the busy corridors, something Gareth said kept pestering her: “Your face…” it didn’t seem like he’d fully thought of something to say stammering out an answer then his usual cool and sly responses. Something had broken his concentration, now it was the question of what…

-Micheal Rhinelander-

Micheal lifted his wings up and then forced them back down again, sending the remaining food stuffs out of his wings. Whipping his tail, side to side he let half a dozen French fries flying. Geomancers began to move into the room with their clay golems trying to bring back control to the mobs of students still struggling with each other.
“Friggin savages have to waste food almost everyday, but this is ridiculous,” Micheal exclaimed.

“Come on, it was pretty funny,” Regina chuckled.

Micheal let out a sigh and then chuckled: “Yeah, I guess your right,” Micheal rescanned the area for any sign of Lara but couldn’t find her.

“Regina, did you see Lara at anytime during the food fight?”

“Yeah actually I did, she was huddled against someone in sweats and a ball cap.”

It hit Micheal rather quickly since he had seen her work on constructing a doll of herself a few months back; using it to sneak out occasionally.

“…That was her; the one you saw was a replacement,”

“Really?, Well I’m wondering who she was talking to then.”

“What?”

“Some guy: about 6’4”, slender build, shades on, red shirt and a pair of baggy black pants, both of them got nailed by pies, it was hilarious” Regina replied.

Micheal seemed kind of confused at the idea of Lara working in cahoots with someone else. She always seemed like a one woman show and usually stayed far from any commotion she caused. Though getting hit with a pie and various foods like everyone else, maybe she didn’t cause it. Though his thoughts were interrupted by Regina looking up at the wall clock: “Well, that was... invigorating..." Running a hand through her hair and pulling bits of whatever-it-was out with a grimace. "Nasty... Anyway, who's ready for last period? I've got algebra... icky stuff, that."

“I’ll probably catch up with you later, I’m gonna take a shower, though give me a call sometime later and we’ll talk about this year for track,” Micheal said.

“Ok,” Regina replied as she took off.

Micheal was glad that something so crazy like a food fight on the first day could at least brighten Regina’s mood, after what happened. Though looking at the emptying lunch room, and seeing the results of the unfolded chaos, he could feel the silence, as if this had been a glorious battlefield. Though he shrugged it off, and thought of confronting Lara later to find out what she had been doing this afternoon. In the meantime he seriously needed a shower and ran off to the locker room before his final class…

[Bulbasaur4]

[color=royalblue]
Avarin

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Avarin's mind was lost in thought as he sat absently in his English class. He had his book open and he was on the right page... ( he had enough multitasking skills to do that), but he was not paying attention to the teacher's lecture about the structure of the new formatting that most authors took these days. Instead he was recalling most of the day in his head... and the fact that he was meeting up with Regina after school. It wasn't that it bothered him- far from it actually, it was just that he was a very curious person. Regina had been acting funny... well, all day and he was hoping to get down to the bottom of it. He was patient... but he was a sucker for curiousity.

English went by without much action... and soon the bell rang. Rubbing his forehead absently, Avarin got up from his desk and swiftly claimed his books. With a fluid motion he soon arrived at his locker and shoved everything inside- no homework for him today. Letting out a rather loud yawn, he barely had time to register the pat on the back. Turning around he saw one of his football mates- Bryan, claiming a younger guy by the arm. Blinking for a second... Avarin barely had time to register the two before Bryan gave a nod.
"This is Gareth. He's the new guy... remember, the quarterback I was tell'n yah about?" Avarin blinked but then it seemed to suddenly register.
"Oh yes yes... hi." Avarin said lamely, giving a smile and shaking his head. "So you're the guy who is going to be throwing the football... good good. I'm Avarin, and I'm sure Bryan had told you about me." Avarin gazed at Bryan who simply nodded and then Avarin gave another smile. "I'd love to stay and get to know you and all... but I gotta go." Bryan frowned slightly but nodded at this.
"Remember practice tomorrow in the morning!"

Soon Avarin was outside of the school, leaning against a wall and his wolfish eyes were browsing the crowd. He waited until suddenly he saw Regina emerge, which summoned his strength to pull away from the wall and walk towards her.
"Hey Regina!" He called, catching her attention as she whirled about and then gave a nod and began to walk over. Swiftly Avarin felt an edge of nervousness... but he wasn't sure why. Anticipation? Maybe... but in any case, he let a soft smile fall to his lips as she reached him.
"So, what is it you need?" He said with enthusiasm.

[Mystic_clown]

Jack Gasgett
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Bloody idiots! Do they have any idea how hard it is to clean dried speghetti out of clock works?

Jack muttered curses to himself a he tried to pick the speghetti out of his watch. It wasn't as simple as pouring water and using detergent, such things would cause the gears to rust (something a half machine man like Jack feared).

He was on the verge of screaming out in rage and smashing the watch all over the pavement, however, his love for all things mechanical prevented him from doing such. His eyes were fixed on the watch as he walked through the school yard.

He was so sumerged in his work that he apparently didn't notice the bench until it was too late.

He stumbled over the bench, landing face first on the other side. Jack muttered some more curse words as he climbed to his feet.

Could anything else go wrong today?


Sorry for the shortness. Really need some interaction here.

[Samchu]

Gareth
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Art was such a drag. I’d always kinda enjoyed the class in the past but this was the first lesson, nothing interesting ever happened in the first lesson. Much to the displeasure of most of the class, the teacher had begun rattling on about ‘safety in the classroom’, as if we couldn’t figure it out for ourselves. I sighed; turning my attention to the doodles I was absent-mindedly covering my page with. What was next? How to use a paintbrush!? I didn’t know how much more boredom I could endure. God I would have so loved to prank the class, but I couldn’t see anything I could get away with. To be honest, I didn’t feel up to it. There was no challenge. It wasn’t worth my time.

The guy sitting next to me cut short my train of thought. With an irritating “psst” noise, he nudged my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and nodded to him to continue. Hell I was bored. “Your name’s Gavin right?”

“Yeah,” I whispered back. “What of it?”

“Name’s Bryan, I play on the football team. Just wanted to know if you’re the new player.”

I smirked. “Yah, that’s me.”

“That’s cool. Listen, catch me after class, there’s someone you gotta meet ‘kay?”

“Alright,” I agreed with a nod. Heck, with the food fight outta the way it might just prove to be the highlight of my afternoon.

“Okay class,” the teacher announced loudly, ensuring everyone’s attention was drawn to him. Let’s face it, no one would have actually been listening through the ‘safety’ talk. “Now I don’t know very many of you and before we start I’d like to get an idea of your artistic capabilities. I have decided to instigate a class project. You will have one week to complete a piece of artwork of your choosing but I expect it to be presented to me on our first lesson together next week.” Thank God! “Any questions?” Hell no, let’s get on with it! “Very well, you have one week, I suggest you get started.”

With renewed vigour I began to tackle the project before me. So many ideas began buzzing around in my head. What to do? What to do? Taking my pen and some paper I started drafting my ideas. I could do a model – no, that sucks. How about a collage? Oh God no, that’s for first graders. Alright how about…paper machè! Jesus that’s worse! I crumpled my ideas into a ball and inhaled deeply. Alright Gareth, think logically now. What is the most interesting thing to you right now? I smirked to myself. Lara…NO! Stop thinking about that girl! Think Gareth! You need an art project! I paused. I could do a project on her…no that’s stupid! She’d never go through with it! She might…oh god what am I thinking? But a portrait wouldn’t be bad…Does it have to be her though? No. Yes. No. No, it has to be someone else. Why? Because... Because? Just because. It has to be someone else. She might say yes… Maybe I should ask her after school…No that would be embarrassing. It wouldn’t be if she said yes…fine! Fine, I’ll do it!

The bell pulled me from my inner arguments but before I could run off to catch Lara Bryan caught up me. I’d almost forgotten he’d wanted to introduce me to someone. I just hoped it was quick. Bryan took me to see this guy called Avarin, another player. He seemed distracted about something and practically high-tailed it outta school within seconds of us getting there. Ah well, at least I knew when training was at last.

“Well thanks Bryan but I gotta run. I’ll see you at practise!” I called to him as I took off for the front doors. Hopefully Lara hadn’t left yet and I could still catch her. Guess it was my lucky day. “Lara. Hey! Hold up, I wanna ask you something.”

She waited, frowning slightly. “What is it Gareth?”

“Well…it’s kinda like a favour actually…um…you wouldn’t mind posing for me? It’s for an art project,” I added quickly. “I plan on doing a still-life portrait but I need a model to draw, you wouldn’t mind being my subject would you?” Dear God I sound so lame. “I’ll make it up to you…somehow. What do you say?”

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OOC: I just wanna say that I won't be playing Eida anymore. I havent really had any inspiration for her so I'll just keep her as an NPC.

[Drusilla]

I really need to go to bed... I have to get up and get ready for work in a few hours... ~_~;;

So, this is short, but it's better than nothing, which is what I've been doing lately, being wrapped up in various other projects...


Regina

"Uhm... uhm... it's kind of weird..." I said, shifting my weight nervously. I glanced around, thankful that everyone else seemed caught up in their own lives. "Well, you know what happened this morning... I need to go to the Ulfric about it... I don't know what else to do. There's a Lunapar this Friday evening, and... well, I really don't want to go by myself. It... it wouldn't be safe," I explained, hoping it was convincing enough. Sin through omission... but the less anyone else knew, the better. "If you don't have something else to do, like, practice or something, would you come with me? You're close enough to lukoi for this... I think... There's no way I'd be able to get anyone else in, I do know that." I looked down at my feet, waiting for his rejection.