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Post by Naro on Jun 30, 2007 22:10:14 GMT -5
{name:Starr Manning#|#picture:4}Starr sat on the edge of her chair, her pencil tapping absentmindedly against the desk top while she stared anxiously at her eighth hour teacher. There were only a few minutes left of class before the entire school would be dismissed for the day. Eighth hour may be her favorite, but it was also the most stressful. Science was a tough subject, even for a genius, but when the day has stretched on for ever and ever, you tend to lose interest and start counting the seconds before you can go home. That's what Starr was doing now, glancing back and forth between the clock and the teacher.
"C'mon..." Starr murmured, the lead of her pencil still clicking away. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." As if murmuring encouragements would really do anything at all. A few of the surrounding classmates shot her irritable looks and the teacher actually paused in his lecture to say, "Starr! Stop tapping before I give you a---" The end of the day bell cut him off.
Starr grabbed her stuff and flew out of her seat, hurriedly pushing her way out of the door and into the already crazy hallway. Cliques were being formed, as usual, with the jocks over there and the cheerleaders over here. Starr just weaved around them, heading down the hallway until she reached her locker. Her stuff rested on her hips while she turned the lock dial and clicked it open. Now I can go home...[/color]
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Post by Tristan Nihilus on Jun 30, 2007 22:30:09 GMT -5
Tristan leaned against his locker which was, for the most part, full of his stuff. He occasionally brought books home but only when he felt like it. Usually he just did his homework at his desk and put it in his pockets. Tristan didn't carry a bag or wear a backpack or messenger bag. They were just tools for back sores to him. Beneath his Humanoid exterior, his vampire body was reacting to the small amount of recently exposed-to-the-sun skin on his wrist. It burned and he had to find some longer gloves now. Tristan wore gloves quite a lot, and usually a hat. For protective purposes of course.
School was over for today. Nothing to do at home. Again. Tristan found his home life. He didn't have too many friends. Not because he didn't try. But because he didn't want too many. His brain was now linked to something bigger than him. Something he was told about as a child. There was something brewing. But he didn't want any part of it. His eyes caught a girl at her locker. His heightened senses were to thank.
Tristan strolled over towards her letting his side drop against the locker next to hers. She might not have noticed him yet. He didn't want to startle her too much. Tristan licked the fangs that hid behind his lips. She looks full and juicy. Tristan shook his head. No, that's not something I should be thinking. It had been quite a while since he actually thought about hunger towards a human. He didn't think it was normal. "Heading home so quickly?" He asked with a small grin.
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Post by Drake White on Jul 1, 2007 19:08:02 GMT -5
With the sound of the bell a relieved Drake left his classroom and drew his short white hair back, having to ignore the repeated “come on” and “bring it” from a stupid jock that just wouldn’t leave him alone. The jock was shorter than Drake but not by much, five ten at the least. So far Drake did a good job of ignoring him until his head turned to see the jock running at him and throwing a punch.
Drake reacted quicker than one would’ve guessed and caught his arm swinging his other fist into a nerve point under the bicep as the other man was paralyze in that part of his body now as Drake threw him head first into a near by locker, his head turning to see three of his buddies looking on, neither one daring to get involved. “You three going to fight, or are you going to run now that the “head” idiot is down and out?” The three looked at each other and then turned tail and ran as Drake sighed, “Yeah thought so.”
His eyes glanced over to the cheerleaders that was all giving him stares that made it obvious they found him attracted. He just waved over to them and watched them giggle as he went over to his locker that wasn’t far off the other people talking, opening his and grabbing his things. “Stupid jocks....”
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Post by Naro on Jul 1, 2007 19:48:37 GMT -5
{name:Starr Manning#|#picture:4}The thump of a shoulder making contact with the locker next to hers caught her off guard but she knew enough not to glance over at the boy. Starr ignored him for a while, dropping to her knees to scoop out a few notebooks and shove them into her backpack. When he spoke, she straightened and glanced at him. "Yeah," Starr answered simply, turning with a book hugged to her chest to look fully at him. "Is there a reason I shouldn't?"
She was about to make another comment when a comotion down the hall caused her to turn and see an all too familiar face waving to the cheerleaders. "Ugh." Disgust twisted her expression and she turned quickly back to her locker as Drake approached and began stuffing more things into her locker. Great. Now the "God of Men" had to show up and strut his stuff for every girl to drool over. Starr shifted her green orbs to the boy next to her and said, "What's your name again?"[/color]
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Post by Tristan Nihilus on Jul 1, 2007 19:59:14 GMT -5
Tristan turned his head as he heard noise coming from down the hallway. It seemed as though someone else was trying to prove something to himself. Violence never seemed to solve anything. Well, maybe in this guy's case it did. He seemed to be getting quite a lot of attention. The girl who he started talking to seemed to have noticed as well. She was stuffing things into her locker when Tristan turned his head around.
"What was your name again?" Tristan stared at her for a few seconds. "Well, I don't believe I told you my name. And I doubt I look familiar to you since we have no classes together. But the name is Tristan. And thats all you need to know. And, I don't believe I caught yours either." With a grin he spoke to her, his eyes starting to search the area. He could see the boy moving towards what Tristan assumed to be his locker. Hmm, hope I don't have a run in with him. I'd hate for one of us to get hurt. He thought to himself.
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Post by Drake White on Jul 1, 2007 21:08:39 GMT -5
While still looking around in his locker he noticed yet another so called love letter on his locker door, when taking it off he noticed in the corner of his eye that same male giggling before going around the corner with a group of jocks following him, look like he was going to get beat up for sure... That what jocks did anyways, out number and beat up, then leave one of their own on the floor when the other guy looks strong enough to take you all on. He threw the letter back into his locker, closed the door and just started banging his head on the locker loud enough for those further away to hear and even more so for the people closer to him. “Why... me.....? The only thing that could be worse than this is being in Hollywood...”
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