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Jackson Moone/17/Cleric and Rogue/Mentions:Rose . Jackson gave Rose a small grin at her remark. "Mhm. Sure, whatever you say." That's all he said before giving her a blank look from the question. "Tell you how to relax? How the hell do I do that? Just forget about your problems I guess." He seemed a bit confused, and like his answer was more of a question. "Also, no need to be so formal. My name's is Jackson, I said you can call me Jack if that's easier. Not once did I mention a 'sir'." Jackson's tone was playful, yet serious and stern as he spoke. He pat Rose on the head another time, ignoring what she said about him just being taller, amusing himself once more. It was obvious that he had amused himself with the wide grin on his face that had returned. "I just didn't brush my hair all that well today, that's all. My hair doesn't usually do this." He clicked his tongue piercing against his tooth and his eyes wandered elsewhere again. Jackson's attention quickly snapped back to Rose when she said it had a certain charm to him. "Certain charm? I AM that certain charm." His words were dripping with pride as he stuck his tongue out at Rose like she'd done. Physically, he was 17, but mentally, he's a child. Jackson noticed how she stepped back once more, walking behind her to catch her if she falls. "You know, you should be more careful. Last time you did that, you ended up falling on me," he teased once more, only adding to his amusement. Jack brushed those strands out of his face, only for them to come right back. Getting used to it, he ended up leaving his hair alone. "I think we should go inside, what do you think?" He asked the question while motioning over to the now open gates that had been like that for a while. "Try not to trip form me though, okay?" Jackson asked while bending down to level with Rose's height. |
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Rose | 16 | Female | Rouge & Cleric | M: Jackson Moone Rose scoffed. "Well, gee. That's so helpful." She said, her voice full of sarcasm. She then looked at him and said, "you should brush your hair. I do have a brush to brush your hair if you really need it to." She then hummed before hearing him say that he is the charm and laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say." She smiled and then patted his head as he was at her height. She didn't know why he bent down before she smiled and hugged him suddenly. He was nice to her and she thought, even though he was a flirt, he deserved a hug. So she gave him one. "I'll try not to trip on you." She said and then looked around before looking at the school. She was scared of going there and looking at the large building in front of them and feeling her lungs shrivel up into raisins. "Jackson, what do you think we'll be doing at this school?" She asked and entwined her fingers together. She then remembered that she was hugging him and nervously let him go. Panicking mentally she felt the room get dizzy and she felt like crawling into a hole and dying. She felt her arms shake and tried to hide it from Jackson but failed miserably. She was panicking and didn't know what to do to stop herself from panicking. She was scared and nervous and she clearly wasn't ready for school. Fights, sure, but not school. I don't want to go to school. She looked at her hands. So why am I here? Why did my feet take me here even though I'm so scared I'll mess up? She closed her eyes tightly and waited for Jackson to make fun of her for panicking over nothing. |
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Jackson Moone/17/Cleric and Rogue/Mentions:Rose . Jackson smiled and held back some laughter. "I know, I'm so helpful." He said, taking her sarcasm as a praise. Jack eyed the hair in his face, and thought about the offer. "It's fine, I've gotten used to it." His tone was more calm this time that it had been. He eyed at a cloud that looked like a dragon in a way before remembering Rose was here, thanks to the pat on his head. Jack stood up straight after that and purposely looked down at her, patting her on the head. The hug honestly surprised Jack, but he kept his composure. "I'll allow you to hug me, I know nobody can resist." Again, his words were prideful, and he stood up straighter this time, pleasing himself. "Wait, what do you mean 'what do you think we'll be doing at school?' Hmmm.... Maybe what we always do. Learning boring stuff, listening to some adults who think they're better than us and writing until your wrists go numb?" Jackson's words were sarcastic, and as he spoke, his tongue piercing clicked against his teeth a few times. He smirked a bit and grabbed onto her hand, dragging her towards the building. "I have earbuds in my backpack that I've never used, put those in and I doubt people will try to talk to you." This was one of the rare moments that Jack was actually being smart, but he didn't want Rose to be all nervous. "I might, of course, but that's besides the point. I bother everyone." Now that he was up close, the gates seemed to glitter in the sunlight as it hit the painted metal of it. He stared at it for a moment, loosening his grip on Rose's hand. Jackson didn't grip her hand very hard, but enough for him to drag her towards the building. |
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Rose | 16 | Female | Rouge & Cleric | M: Jackson Moone Rose blinked as she was being dragged closer and closer to the building. She gulped down her fears as she squeezed his hand. She didn't know she was until she looked down at his hand and loosened her grip. She could have seriously hurt him. She closed her eyes as she used her other hand to cover her ear. At least stopping some of the sounds. She breathed in a shallow breath as she looked at him. "Where are those earbuds?" She asked as her voice was shaky from her fears clawing at her throat. "I don't want to rummage through your stuff." She looked at his backpack and then looked at the small bag she was carrying. It really only had a brush and her schedule in it. Not using much space. She didn't even have a phone to listen to music anyway so why was she looking for those earbuds? She grabbed his other hand with her own to help calm her down. She was using him as something to keep her from crying and panicking for doing absolutely nothing. She didn't like social events so school was something else she didn't like. She closed her eyes again as she hugged him again. She didn't like others seeing her weak, either. This was just an odd occurrence to her days. She tried speaking again but couldn't form words in her throat so she closed her mouth and said nothing. Silence crept around her and she hated it. She didn't like it, but she just wanted to hear something. Anything would do right now. She didn't want to hear the silence anymore. Stop it. Please. Stop. Stop the silence. She begged her mind to focus on something so she listened to the sound of Jackson's breathing. It helped her know she wasn't alone, but it still made her afraid. |
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============================================ Trevor Ferroson/17/Male/Ranger & Wizard/Mentions: Pax, Naomi, Ichiyuu, Gwyar, Adbrei ============================================ It seemed like almost all of them were here at this point, and the bell for class would probably ring soon. Trevor was just about to right himself to head off to Pre-Calc, when someone he was pretty sure was new to the school appeared to give up the will to live right in front of a locker that was presumably assigned to him. Wow, that was a whole new kind of mood. Well, Trevor could at least respect his clear reluctance to deal with schooling. He lurched forwards as the mechanical bell chime blared through the halls, the noise far too loud for comfort. Snarling quietly, Trevor absentmindedly rubbed at his left ear from the obnoxious sound. "Gotta go. Meet up at lunch?" The halls were quickly clearing with the sounding of the bell, but there were still a few wandering about. Probably considering skipping or something. |
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Jackson Moone/17/Cleric and Rogue/Mentions:Rose . Jackson sighed, taking his backpack off of his shoulders. This action made him feel lighter than he had before, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders in a literal sense. He rummaged brought it before pulling out a box of unopened earbuds and an MP3 Player, handing both items to Rose. Jack swiftly zipped up his backpack and put it back on his shoulders. "That was the bell." He said with a sigh, not wanting a teacher yelling at him. He looked at the way some trees swayed in the wind before it had died down a bit until they stopped moving completely. The trees seemed to catch Jackson's attention for a while, until he realized he'd zoned out and looked back at Rose. He looked at her then at the time on his phone. "Want me to walk you to class?" Jack shivered as a breeze passed him, moving the strands of hair in his face around. He pat her head once more to amuse himself, before chuckling. More random things crossed his kinda like what he'd have for dinner, if he should get another tattoo or piercing, if he should get a cat or dog, eventually question human existence and life itself. |
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Rose | 16 | Female | Rouge & Cleric | M: Jackson Moone Rose looked at Jackson and held onto the mp3 player as she slowly placed in the earbuds and smiled at him. "Thank you." She said and then slowly started music on a low volume so she still hear him. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble," she said as she looked back at the ground. "I don't really know much about school. I only went to school for a few weeks before I had to leave." She sighed and then looked at her hands and slipped the mp3 player in her pocket gently as she looked back at him. She gave him another smile as she stepped closer to him and entwined her arm with his and laughed. "Now, please be a gentleman and help me out." She patted his shoulder with her other hand as she hummed along to a random song she was listening to. She closed her eyes as her attention went to the music. She was lucky she started talking with Jackson. She knew hat because of everything he had already done for her. He wasn't that bad compared to others. He was nice, a bit proud and flirtatious, but she didn't mind. It added to his charm, she realized. With a swing of her arm she gently pulled on his arm to get him to start walking. "I appreciate all you have done, mister Jackson." She opened her eyes and let out a happy humn as she slowly looked around the place. Her lungs still felt like they were squeezing themselves closed but it wasn't as bad as before. All thanks to what Jackson had given her: the music. It was something for her ears to listen to other than the sound of silence that scared her. She didn't feel the coldness but she saw him shiver and giggled. "Cold?" She teased. |
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Adbrei Akaiti Kennaway | 15 | M | N->C | Mentions; Locker Pals(Ind.), Open Adbrei continued to stare at his locker’s lock, still wishing it would simply unlock itself somehow. Sure, sure, he knew that that was scientifically impossible- Something like that would count as magic, after all. Still didn’t stop him from wishing it would happen. -- And then a loud sound went off and he flinched, only to realize seconds later that it was the bell. His hands fisted in his hoodie’s pockets, his left hand closing around the pocket knife’s handle. He could hear people starting to walk to class and yet he was just standing here, staring at his locker. Because he couldn’t remember the code. Because he was a pathetic idiot that couldn’t do anything right. -- He gritted his teeth and pushed his forehead harder against the locker. He hated this, not being able to do something as simple as open his locker. He was sure that at least someone had to be staring at him, maybe even laughing about how useless he was. He was going to be late for class and it was all because he couldn’t get his act together. -- How could anyone even stand to look at him? Let alone be near him. He should’ve just stayed home, said he was sick or something- Then he wouldn’t have to deal with all of this. Then he wouldn’t have to make a fool of himself yet. He’d have to eventually, he knew that, but still- He hated this. -- He hadn’t wanted to give people even more of a reason to target him, but it seemed like his worthless self couldn’t even do that. He was sure that someone was seeing this, and given how small a town this was- There was no way it wouldn’t spread, that by tomorrow not everyone would know of his stupidity. There was no way he wasn't going to get eaten alive here. I.S.M/G.A.F | 16 | M | W&Ro/K&C | Mentions; Other Survivors(Ind/Dir.), Locker Pals(Dir.), Newbie(Ind.), Open When the bell rang and Trevor asked about meeting up at lunch, Gwyar grinned and nodded. “Of course, Trev. I’ll see you guys there.” -- Ichiyuu glanced around, still slightly unnerved from the loud sound of the bell. He looked at Gwyar, then at Trevor, and finally nodded. -- Ichiyuu and Gwyar then turned to begin getting to class, Gwyar hesitating slightly as the pair walked by the kid that was still staring at their locker though Ichiyuu practically dragged along to keep them moving. The two had the same first class and quite frankly, as much as Ichiyuu hated school- He didn’t want to be late because Gwyar wanted to be nice. -- Gwyar gave Ichiyuu a look but didn’t press it, something that the masked one was always thankful for. The fact that Gwyar never pressed or argued because of loyalty. -- When the two arrived at their shared first period, they found seats next to each other and sat down, waiting for the period to actually start. |
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============================================ Trevor Ferroson/17/Male/Ranger & Wizard/Mentions: Ichiyuu, Gwyar, Adbrei ============================================ Well, that was two accounted for. Pre-Calc was on the other side of the building, so he'd have to leave now. Gwyar had clearly wanted to help the newbie though. Curse his weakness for the unintentional puppy eyes! Fine, fine, he'd help the new kid. Not like anyone else was around to see, anyway. Trevor levered himself off the locker and slouched over to the new kid. The lockers in this school were about as stable as tinfoil. The only reason they hadn't yet collapsed was a combination of willpower and the liberal application of duct tape. This particular locker was one of the more busted ones, too. So what he was about to do wasn't much of a loss. Trevor rolled his shoulders, bounced on his feet for a few second, brought up his fists, and straight kicked the center of the door, just next to the lock. It made quite the metalic clang as his cleats scraped against the thin steel, and the door was now sporting a minor dent. It had also popped right open. He hadn't kicked it full-force, obviously, as that would have busted the door permanently. Maybe even torn the weak metal. Trevor pulled the door fully open and punched the metal back into shape. Honestly, these things were made of layered tinfoil. Then, Trevor turned and left the probably dumbstruck rookie behind. Time for math. Joy of joys. He skidded into a free seat at the last possible second, already catalouging the exits and people present. None of his. Damn, this was going to be a long class. The teacher gave him a pathetically soft glare, more of a mildly annoyed glance compared to what he'd seen, when the bell rang the second he'd sat down. Trevor, of course, completly ignored him. The teacher began by introducing himself and beginning to go over what they'd be doing in the course. He leaned back in the plastic seat, already hating this class. He wouldn't need math back in Redcliff. |
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Adbrei Akaiti Kennaway | 15 | M | N->C | Mentions; Trevor(Ind/Dir.), Open Out of the corner of his eye he could make out a figure coming towards him. Oh god- They were part of the murderous group, weren’t they? At least this one seemed to be alone in coming up to him, maybe he could dodge them or something… Run away… His legs were frozen though, and his breath was getting inconsistent. Of course, just when he was actually thinking of self preservation he had to freeze. -- Then the figure stopped next to him, close enough that he could practically feel their presence… And he was still frozen, though his forehead had moved away from the locker so that he was more so just staring forward- Waiting. -- From the corner of his eye he watched as the figure, a boy, rolled their shoulders and bounced on their feet a bit. He looked up to their face, their eyes weren’t even on him- They were on the locker… He saw their fist go up, though how they were holding them said it wasn’t for a punch… -- His legs decided now would be a fine time to work, and so he went a few steps back just as the boy’s foot kicked the locker. The door flew open and he practically fell right onto the ground, only barely catching himself on a different locker. -- That kick had definitely packed some force… His breathing, though still way too fast and inconsistent than it would’ve been for anyone else, wasn’t as bad as it was just a minute ago. He looked at the locker, that the boy now opened the rest of the way and punched back into shape, and then at the person themself. -- Adbrei probably looked stupid, just staring at the person who had helped him, as if it were the last thing he’d been expecting. Which, to be fair, it was. He wanted to thank him, wanted to do something to show appreciation for it, and yet- As he continued to stare at the boy, it was as if a bubble was closing around him and suffocating him, making it hard to breathe… Ah, of course, his social anxiety was acting up as soon as he actually wanted to say something. Made sense… -- And then the boy turned and started walking to class… Dammit, he probably thought Adbrei was some ungrateful germ that hadn’t deserved his help, and while partly true… -- After a few more seconds of standing there, he forced himself to move and do what he’d been trying to get into his locker for- Putting the books he wouldn’t be needing yet inside. He just hoped he’d actually be able to open it the next passing period he’d need to… Which, with his idea, would be after his second class… -- But either way, he probably needed to hurry to his class now… Before he was actually late. So he closed the locker and began down the hallway to his first class of… Well… This year and this school. God, it made him nauseous just thinking about it. -- When he got there, he took one of the only seats open- By himself. Of course though, he had sat by himself at his old school and so he would be sitting by himself at this school too. He tried to ignore what the nearby tables were talking about, not wanting to know if it was about him or not, and hunched in on himself, waiting for class to actually start. |
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