~ Life ~

[Blackest Night]

"I'm bringin' sexy back....them other boys don't knw how to act...."

Alexander A. Marseille was currently in the middle of enjoying one of his guilty pleasures. Despite their name, he often had little qualms of showing off said pleasures in the middle of public places, such as the school's parking lot. The tall man leaned easily against his black car, a very pleasant smile upon his face as he slightly rocked to and fro. At the moment, his eyes, obscured from others by way of sunglasses, were staring skyward. They did not see the clouds so much as visions of the future invoked by the song he was enjoying.

In accordance with an unofficial tradition that took place at the beginning of every school year, there was to be an almost ridiculously large party at an upperclassman's house. There was, almost necessarily, alcohol, cigarettes, sex, and an occasional smattering of drugs. Far from astonishing really. This is highschool and it is but the nature of such things, I suppose. The event was to take place at an absurdly large home, almost as ludicrous as the number of attendants said home would hold. What made Alexander's day better, short of the fact that he was, after all, Alexander A. Marseille, was that the house belonged to a certian family. This family had a daughter than had been painfully obvious in her incessant lusting after Alexander. The girl herself was tall, thin, blonde, and immeasurably vapid. If all went well, Alexander may very well end the night with a bang. Then a thump. A moan. Possibly a scream or two. You never really know about these things. They can be quite unpredictable.

But most unfortunately, there was the obstacle of school to contend with. Alexander let loose a sigh that contained the evidently unprecedented despair and stress in the life of the average teenager, which compared to that of the average Ethiopian four year old crossed with that of a Beijing sweatshop employee, naturally amounted to quite a bit. He grabbed the black messenger bag that had previously been thrown haphazardly in the back of his car, Alexander locked his beloved vehicle and began his absolutely unbearable trek to the school.

The path to school had never been so absolutely horrendous to walk. That event alone had brought forth Alexander's sarcastic, misanthropic side. As he looked back upon his car that ghastly 15 meters away, Alexander could only frown. He faced forward once more and his eyes glanced at the sea of shuffling bodies that moved toward the front of the school. THough he was occasionally eclipsed in height by some of his fellow classmates, Alexander held an imposing figure. His membership to the local gym had been used to its fullest this past summer, and his black t-shirt allowed such a fact to be cleverly conveyed to all who looked upon him. Dark blue boot cut jeans allowed him to appear just a tiny bit taller than he actually was, and the silver of his necklace and earrings allowed one's eyes to be drawn up to his face.

A smile graced his visage as he eyed the newcomers, and those he simply had not taken the effort to acknowledge the previous year. They were cattle, of course.

Just waiting to be branded.

 

[stripes]

"Hey you meet me at my car after school, don't go anywhere where I can't find you Alexa..."

Desiree got out her car, and so did her sister who was a freshman. Alexa slammed the car door and walked off. She was completly different from Des, instead of laid back and wearing teenie shoes with just a regular cute top, Alexa had to go beyond that. Des leaned on her trunk as she watched her fully grown teenage sister walk into the school, black heels, bermuda shorts, black t-shirt, with a green ball necklace and big hoop earings dangling from her body. Des sighed, she knew what was going to be going through most of the boys head when her baby sister walked into the school, most of her muscels tightned.

As Des made her way through the hallway, she saw nobody she knew. Junior year, and she still didn't have many friends. Maybe it was because she was trying to stick with the fact that friends bring trouble, and family brings even more trouble. She sighed and pushed her way through the hallway. Most of the freshmen looking at her crazy, til they finally realized she was an uperclassman, then they finally cleared the path for her to get through. As she made her way through the packed hallway she saw her class just a little bit further down, when a teacher had stopped her.

"Aww Ms. Stephens, back so soon?"

Des sighed. Her old gym teacher, just one little fight with a guy on the football team and she was already public enemy number 1, she didn't beat him up to bad, she didn't think she did. She quickly unhooked herself from the gym teacher's grasp and smirked.

"How's that football player of yours, I hope he'll be ready for homecoming."

She started to walk faster down the hallway to her Math class.

"God I hate math..."

She whispered under hear breathe as she enter the class.

 

[Ulti]

Beep...Beep...BEEP!...CRASH...

The alarm clock was ever so annoying in the morning. Why on Earth any human being would use such a device to wake themselves were nuttier than squirrel poop. Of course, she wasn't one of these crazy beings. It was given as a present and you just can't not use something family bought you. As painful as it was, she embraced it and lived with it. But oh. The annoyance! The pain! The missing receipt! Now, it was in pieces. Stupid clock. Getting in the way of her hand. When her eyes meet the clock's, she freaked.

"Oh crap! I am going to be late! I'll kill the brother who messed with it again.."

The massacre would have to wait. Scurrying, Toni threw on her pre-arranged clothes, grabbing some toast that was ready for her, and was out the door before you could say "Holy crap she is fast!" Well, not everyone was perfect. She came right back in, grabbed her books and bag, and left.

If Toni ran fast enough, she could make some time to visit an old friend. Of course, if she could find him. He always appeared when she wasn't looking and disappeared when she was! Maybe this year he could behave. But then again, it was Alexander she was thinking about. The ever so troublesome Alex. Since the day he stood up for her, her life was took a different course. Toni isn't complaining, though. She likes the new attention. What she doesn't like is the trouble that seems to be reproducing with her own trouble. She couldn't handle the Mini Troublings! Yes. She named her new problems. Don't ask. Too complicated.

A tall, blonde woman, who Toni recognized as one of the those "Can't stop saying the word like" ditzes. Oh how she wished she could summon a dragon to rid herself of such an annoyance. She usually wasn't interested in them, yet there was something different about her. She smelled familiar. The scent of lust. Of sweat. Of 5 year old condoms. Yup. He was active. Gathering information on where she was coming from and how far away she lived, she estimated Alexander was on campus, most likely still on the outskirts. Toni, obviously, was correct. The little wanderer was already sizing down the "cattle", as he constantly referred them to.

"I don't know if I should be envious of your stamina or your popularity. Your little army base must be empty by now. All those little soldiers lost onto hopeless wars."

 

[[crash]]

Tami couldn't believe, the first day of her last year of high school. The sky was blue, the grass of green, and Alexander looked better than ever though the windshield of her Cavalier.

sigh "I know he is a bas boy, and that he is sexually active, but how can you not fall for that tough guy look with that wonderful hair." Tami whispered, then she showed up, Toni.

She was always around him, almost like his sidekick, but she could never find out if it was more than that. No matter what they were though is kind of made Tami jealous, but everything about Alex was kept to herself, and no one, not even friends knew of the crush.

Tami's cellphone alarm went off and with that annoying clapping tone ring she stepped from her car. Stuffing the phone into her purse while putting it on silence.

Looking at her car window she fixed her scrunched curly hair and redid the blue head band. Smiling she moved her white cami under her low necked blue tee, and soon she was showing just alittle more cleavage. Tami pulled down her short skirt alittle bit and looked down at her blue paislyed flats. Picking up her books and purse Tami headed off to her first, last class World History.

 

[*Destiny_Seeker*]

After several unsuccessful tries, Jenifer finally gave up on attempting to open her locker. The metal door was jammed into itself, the girl glaring at it. "Yea give me the shittiest locker here, huh?" she mumbled, punching it softly before shuffling towards her first class, World History.

As she made her way down the linoleum-tiled hallway of this teenage prison, Jenifer wondered what would become of herself at this school. Would she discover another side of herself? Would she finally be upgraded from the best friend type to the girlfriend type? Only time could tell.

The timid girl of sixteen entered her classroom, the piercing stare of the students going through her body. It felt as if they could see and hear everything she was feeling as she passed them, sitting in her seat and placing her backpack onto the floor. Jenifer took out her notebook, flipping to the first page and positioning the blue ink pen in her hand in a prepared fashion.

 

[Prophet]

It was time.

The sound of beaten white sneakers slapped the ground of the sidewalk lightly, a small patter like rain upon a windowsill. There was a slight rustling of blue jeans as they brushed against each other, marking the steady pace of the one they clad in their sapphire embrace. A plain black t-shirt, one unscarred by the graffiti of society wrapped around above that, and although it did not radiate the muscular godliness of an Adonis, it did display an obvious show of physical fitness… A layer of tan gold skin emerged from the sleeves of this blackness, and like the golden sun peeking out of the blackness of an eclipse, the face of Christopher Jenda came into view. Chris’s chocolate brown eyes were somewhat glazed over at the moment, and as his legs carried him automatically to his destination, his mind wandered, ever probing and searching ahead, as if trying to see what would come. Junior year… So this was it. This was the year for the whirlwind of college applications, and the struggles to find new courses… It was a realm of chaos and frantic panic. However, Chris would have it no other way… Life was a bit boring without this spice to add to the mix…

A slight breeze blew toward him, and he shifted the weight of his school things on his back as the wind lightly brushed the raven black hair off his face, revealing a small reddish tinge streaking his left bangs… Like a red meteor streaking across the inky black sky… He smiled lightly to himself, continuing to walk forward as he dwelled in his own thoughts. It was back to the grind… and school work would not be the only difficulty this time… Girls that were once only pretty in his grade had transformed into true beauties… And the some of those true beauties had even evolved into Aphrodites, Venus’s, and Athenas… He felt his throat close somewhat at the thought of it… His duty to resist sex until marriage had up to the last few years been somewhat easy… Now however, with every screwing all around him, he could feel the pressure starting to crack him from the inside out… and his current age didn’t make these temptations any easier to shoulder…

Guide me Lord… he prayed quickly, his eyes refocusing as he found himself in the parking lot near the back of the school. A trip of the back stairs would be faster then simply going around to the front. He walked swiftly across the parking lot, and as he crossed the pavement quickly, his eyes caught two figures, standing beside a certain, recently parked, car. He recognized one of them instantly. The boy was Alex, a powerful figure in his own right. As sexually promiscuous as he was popular, Chris had never really been close friends with the guy, always trying to remind himself that Alex’s loose lifestyle was a thing against his religion… But the phrase lucky bastard… still floated around his mind quite a bit before he forced it away… The girl standing beside him always sort of followed him around. Or at least they were pretty close friends… Fortunately for Chris, she was far away enough so that his gaze could discern no distinct part of body to ‘oggle’ at. One temptation was taken out of the way at least…

He gave them a polite nod before taking the steps up to the back entrance, going two at a time while still walking casually. He reached out with his hand to grasp the metal bar of the door, and gave a grunt as he pulled it open. The doors swung open, like a maw waiting to swallow him up, and as he slowly entered the school, he managed to catch a glimpse of Tami retreating into the hallway… Tami… The beautiful waitress that worked at the same diner as himself… She was always a pinnacle of beauty at the diner, and it was no wonder she got the most generous tips. Unfortunately, she was close enough so that he could catch a good glimpse of her… Her curly hair was the height of perfection at the first day of school, and it bounced slightly as she walked along. Her blue headband was as flawless as the heavens above, and as she walked away into the hallway, her skirt swayed slightly around her curves, as if it was dancing for him, inviting his gaze to come along for the ride…

Oh god…

He shook his head hard, blinking twice before continuing onward, trying to focus on the schedule imprinted in his mind. History first… Just get there before you end up walking into a wall...

 

[Blackest Night]

"Recruitment's through the roof these days, Toni. The ranks are swelling."

Alexander flashed her a quick smile, his usual self-assured grin, then proceeded to the office with all of the unwarranted confidence held by people of his particular nature. There was quite a line inside the office naturally, comprised of very tiny, shaking new students, older irritated ones such as Alexander, and equally bothered teachers who simply wanted to have the heavenly gift of coffee grace their lips. However, Alexander was not one for lines and simply gripped a 9th grade by his sides, lifted him up ever so slightly, and placed him to the side. The young child with a backpack roughly twice his own size stared at Alexander with big brown eyes. In one hand, he held a stick of celery and, when he noticed Alexander was casting a rather peculiar glare at it, quickly hid it away.

Cattle.

His grin never fading, Alexander leaned with his elbows on the edge of the secretary's desk, his gaze boring down upon her.

"So what joy have you got lined up for me first?"

Alexander was met with a gaze that could have very well matched his worst with ease. She was a bespectacled woman, her brown and graying hair pulled back into a tight bun, her lips pursed, and her face evidently frozen in a permanent scowl. She proceeded to burn Alexander's soul with her eyes, perhaps the official sport for secretaries. She was, undoubtedly, a mean one.

Yet, Alexander kept on smiling.

The secretary was quite fast, as well. Before Alexander could even begin to process the notion of having to blink, a sheet of white paper was being practically thrown at his face. The secretary had now turned away from Alexander, apparently busying herself with the blank screen of her computer and the vast, unknown mysteries it held. With a less-than-polite wave, Alexander waded through the tide of students. He could've sworn he heard a muffled "help me" from beneath the waves of bags and books. Oh well. Wasn't his problem.

He joyfully reached the open space of the hallway, rejoicing in how empty it was. Unfolding the crumpled piece of paper he had already managed to fold into a ball, Alexander's eyes scrolled through every letter, every word, until he found his first period class.

Ancient Eastern Civilizations. Just across the hall from World History. Lovely.

Satisfied with his first class, the mighty Alexander begun to head toward his destination. Slowly, of course. We couldn't have any of that rushing nonsense.

ooc: EDITED. I put the worng name in his speech.

 

[Ulti]

Smiling to herself, Toni started to follow Alexander before turning down a hall. Being two grades lower than him, both of their classes were pretty far away. She could already see her next class, which was History. As usual, other kids were standing outside, talking to their friends as if they haven't seen each other in years. No one, yet, lingered inside. For some reason, it was a tradition to wait until the bell rings to enter the classroom. Toni thought they were all nuts. Why stay outside when you have to go inside anyways?

The first thing Toni felt was the scent of the classroom. Properly washed desks. Clean floors. Fresh books. It relaxed her a bit, making her feel more at home. Suddenly, the bell rang. Lucky I got her in-OOF! Students piled inside, not one making a slight apology, not one trying to go around Toni. It was normal. Manners were screwed over in this school. Another thing that was normal was that everyone always traveled to the back of the class while Toni picked the front. No one liked to be near the teachers. It was like they were some supernatural creature that would soon bite them if they were called upon. Toni snickered at the foolishness.

Taking out her notebook, Toni began to set up her desk. A fresh piece of paper in the middle, a pencil with an eraser on it's left, and a pen on it's right. She folded her hands and waited for instructions. She could feel the stare of other students burn the back of her neck. She could just imagine what they were saying behind her back. Whose the dork? What a geek. Probably has no life. Anyone else would turn around and snap those jerks like twigs. Yet, Toni sat silently. It was not worth it. It never was. They would stop. They would stop the teasing. The harassing. The pain. Why stand up for yourself when so many pull you down? Toni's little moral never pleased her. She wished she could be brave, but courage seemed to stray away from her. Resting her chin on her hands, Toni thought about the school year.

"Maybe this year will be different. Maybe I'll actually grow a spine. Nah. Can't happen. I wonder if Alex has a spare spine.."

 

[Angel Of Death]

OOC: Edited my bio abit.
Anyone who feels like it may name the town and school in there next post.

The bell rang, Zane slowly walked into the Maths room, everyone was looking at him. Zane just walked passed them and sat up the back in the shadow's of the concer of the room. Zane could hear some of the other students saying stuff about him but this didn't bother him, its not like people from his old home didn't say stuff. It was bad back there, some of the bullies bashed him every afternoon, but bashing were the least of his worrys in his old town.

Zane hear the teachers voices which broke his flashback of his life in his old town. Zane grabbed his notebook and textbook from his bag, then his pen and a spare book that he wrote lyric in. He opened his notepad and started his work, but his was more interested in writing more lyric for his band.

Zane opened his lyric book too a blank page, his mind was blank. He needed something or someone to write about. He started to think of a title for a new song, the only word that ran though his mind to write a song on was pain, hate, death and such things about nothingness in life. Then the title for his newest song hit him "Nothingness Of Life", he started to write the title as a shadow of the teacher appeared over his shoulder. "Zane, Thats not school work, Please put it away and finish you work Zane turned to her, "Sorry Miss" as he put his lyric book back into his bag, but now he couldn't think about maths, it was all about his new song.
Zane sat there for what felt like forever working out simple math problems.

 

[stripes]

Des sat in the back her chin deep into the palm of her hand. She couldn't help but gaze out the window, and wonder where her sister was. No doubt getting some guys number, they were so different. Des was the tomboy while her sister was the natural beauty. It had always been that way. She sighed and leaned back. The board was covered with basic math problems, she hated math with all her heart, last year she had barley passed and now, they put her in something far more advance. When were they going to ever give her a break.

She noticed the teacher strolling around looking at everyone's paper. Des quickly started to write the problems in her journal, not even thinking about solving them, but only doodling to the side of them, to make it seem like she was lost in the difficult calculations. The teacher strolled by her and gave her a bleak smile. It was weird to get smiled at by teachers, she thought some teachers hated her then passed on to their friends. Des wasn't the most pleasent 10th grader, this teacher must have been new.

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

Jett walked into the classroom, and smiled, as he was one of the first there. It wasn't usual for him, but yet it was English & Literature. Not a favourite subject by many, but still something that interested him. He always loved being able to use complicated words when he was out with his mates, and see their faces screw up, and then getting a laugh. He sat in the middle of the class, looking around, and noticing that no-one here was really someone he knew, but it didn't really bother him.

Placing his bag on the floor next to him, then digging out his pens and books, he threw them on the desk, and slacked a bit in his chair. Class wouldn't start for a little while, and he was already getting bored. He really didn't have a good attention span, so he picked up his pen, and flicked the book to the back page. He began to draw small people, and he was surprised at how good they were this time. He usually sucked at drawing, but never gave up on something that he started.

Too hooked in his drawing, he didn't notice the teacher walk in, and the bell ring. As he continued to draw, the teacher walked past his desk, and noticing that he wasn't doing the work set, she banged her hand on the table, and startled him. "Mr Tirony, if you wanted to draw, you should have chosen Art instead." Jett blushed a bit, and looked at the board, and began his work. "Sigh, tight freaking teachers...."

 

[[crash]]

Tami smiled slightly as she entered the classroom. A few years back she skipped World History to take a parenting class her mom forced her to take. Tami's mom was a slow thinking in her daughter's life. She only say the High School in her, drugs, alcohol, and sex. Tami's mom saw Tami as an "easy" girl and made her take parenting classes incase she slipped up in bed.

But that was behind her now and she needed to focus on World History. Looking around she felt alittle isolated in all the Juniors and Sophomores, then she noticed Christopher at the door. He worked at the diner in town with her and even though he was only a Junior, he was very mature for his age, and not too bad looking at that.

"Hey Chris!" Tami called waving at him smiling wide. She didn't really know his outside of the diner, but she was the only one she knew in the class. "Come sit next to me."

 

[*Destiny_Seeker*]

As Jenifer was diligently scratching her assignment onto the blue-lined paper, she felt her pen begin to slip. Jen didn't pay much attention to it, until it flung out of her hand and hit the teacher in the eye.

"Oh....shit...." she whispered with wide eyes, the teacher putting her bony hand over her eye and glaring at Jen.

"DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! WELL IT'S NOT! STRAIGHT TO THE PRINCIPLE'S OFFICE FOR YOU, MISS!" The ornery old lady screamed at Jen.

The girl sighed for a moment, grabbing her things and quickly making an exit out the door. She was concentrating so much on the mess inside her backpack that she didn't even notice Alexander walking right towards her. Well, more like the other way around.

Jen ended up running into him and stumbling backwards, right onto her backside. "....Nice...."

 

[Blackest Night]

15 minutes, twenty-seven seconds.

That was precisely how long it had taken since Alexander arrived at school that morning for someone to find themselves as the focus of his deprecating gaze. A much smaller girl had run into him, and while he hardly moved at all, the girl found herself on the ground with a sore posterior and, if Alexander was executing his gaze correctly, a severely diminished sense of worth. A sly smile slid onto his face as a deep chuckle escaped his lips. Oh, poor children. May their other elders take pity on them. Alexander sure as hell wouldn't.

"Clever. If you're trying out for football, practice isn't until after school. I'm sure they could use another watergirl."

With his trademark air of unwarranted self-importance, Alexander proceeded to step around the girl and proceed toward his classroom, in which he would sit thorugh 45 minutes of Ancient Eastern Civilizations. He gave her a quick, demeaning pat on the head, as if she were a small child, and chuckled once more. His head was held high, as per usual, and his steps were light yet authoritative. The girl could help herself to her feet. She certainly wasn't Alexander's problem. Such was the way of things.

Alexander had reached the room of his first class when, most unpleasantly, a rotund behemoth stood in his path. This circular beast of biblical proportions, otherwise known in a more gentle manner as "fluffy", was named Mr. Steinbeck. He was a horridly miserable man, who viewed his job as a teacher as worse than serving a life sentence at Alcatraz. He was balding, save a wreath of gray hair that stretched horizontally across the back of his head from ear to ear. What hair he lacked on top of his head was compensated for by that in his ears and on his arms, earning him the unnoficial nickname of "Sasquatch." His face was twisted into a permanent scowl, a mark of hatred for his students, his job, and himself. He stood within the doorway, barring Alexander's entrance, and glared upon the senior with a gaze that could have burned wood.

"Mr. Marseille, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?"

Ornery old men had never been a particular favorite of Alexander's.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, Mr. Steinbeck. I figured your class might be able to help me with that."

The land-bound pufferfish swelled. He could not give Alexander detention, for the student had done little to merit one. A trip to the principal's office would likely result in absolutely nothing and any attempt at scolding would simply slide off the side of Alexander's sickeningly sweet faux-smile. Understandable frustrated, yet still inconceivably large, the teacher, whom the student's jokingly beleived to possess his own gravitational field and likely a moon or two, stepped to the side, huffed, and pointed to a seat. It was very close to the exit of the classroom, far enough away from the teacher to ensure that neither he nor Alexander ripped the other's throats out. As it was very close to the exit, Alexander was granted a very nice view of the hallway.

And a nice view of a very pretty girl. This girl had perfectly curly, bouncy hair, adorned with a blue headband. Alexander didn't truly care for much aside from what her legs led to, but he was happy to take a seat which offered him such a lovely view. Setting his books down and reclining in the seat, Alexander couldn't help but continue to smile.

High school. What a joke.

ooc: Btw, that girl would be you, BO. ^_^

 

[Prophet]

World History... Never was a favorite subject of Chris's... All those dates, times, places and events spinning around in the twister of textbooks and lectures. It was ironic as his whole religion revolved around the history of a certain walker on water... But it didn't make George Washinton's trip across the Deleware any more exciting... It didn't make him remember how much the Lousiana Purchase was... And it ddn't make the Great Wall of China any more interesting then General Tso's Chicken for lunch... But still... It was a class he needed to take... And it wasn't in his nature to completely screw a class over, even if he despised the subject...

So he walked through the door of this classroom, his eyes blinking as he looked over the people in the classroom. It appeared like the teacher wasn't there yet, but all the students had entered with the ringing of the bell... It seemed like most of them had gathered in the back... Hmm, that was nothing new. The back was where it was at, always had been. Chris always liked sitting in the middle though; a neutral sort of area. Never failed him before... Right now, his gaze was drawn to the front, where there was a single student sitting. If she wanted to stand out, she certainly was getting her wish. It took him a moment before he realized that it was the girl standing next to Alex in the parking lot... Never been good with names... thought Chris, trying to put her face with a name in his mind... Tracy... Tara... Hmm, what was it? But more important then her name was her position... Why was she sitting all the way in the front? Chris only just walked in, and he could sense all the whispering arising from the rear of the room... Apparently this girl was not afraid of social destruction... Admirable... Chris himself had often fallen into that trap... He wanted to popular just as much as the next guy... Except his faith had to become before that... She looked kind of alone though... He sighed, and a few thoughts ran smokily through his head... The girl didn't deserve those whispers... At least not alone...

Chris stepped forward, about to sit next to the girl whose name escaped him, his decision practically made until a voice pierced the confines of his mind.

"Hey Chris!" A voice emerged from the otherwise blurred buzz of endless smalltalk. Chris's head turned as he stepped toward the front of the class, and greeting his eyes was a waving, smiling Tami. His body suddenly went a bit icelike, as if he had been dipped in an ice cold shower, and he smiled back at her, giving her a light wave as his mind raced. She was speaking to him, and unfortunately, Chris had a small difficulty in speaking with beautiful girls... She did work at the diner though, and Chris managed to speak to her without totally embaressing himself. He could even have full conversations with her now... Now that was an event in history to remember... It was a good thing that he wasn't sitting next to her though, because he wasn't sure his lucky streak would hold...

"Come sit next to me." And those words stopped Chris dead in his tracks, like his feet had been nailed to the floor. Okay, bad analogy considered Jesus had his feet nailed to a cross, but one gets the point. She wants to sit next to me... Chris wasn't sure if he felt felt like jumping for joy or jumping off a cliff. This wasn't going to end well... He turned from the way he was going and smiled at her once more, walking as over to her with as little difficulty as he could manage. This didn't mean anything... He wasn't sure what happened when he looked at Tami was any more then physical attraction... But it didn't make him feel any less nervous...

"Hey Tami," he said with a smile as he neared her, his legs like lead as he walked over toward her. His eyes scanned the area around her, and as he gazed through the doorway and into the next room, alighted upon a certain familiar figure sitting by the exit of the opposing room, one who leaned back comfortabley, as if he was right at home... Alex. So the Marseille was in the next class... This would be very interesting... It was then Chris noticed the location where Alex was sitting, and judging by the direction his eyes seemed to focusing on, Chris put two and two together immediately. It seemed Alex didn't waste any time, or subtelty in his promiscuos ways. He had already set himself up to have a room with a view... Wonder how good the view is... thought Chris for a split second before he inwardly berated himself. Snap out of it...

"How was the diner yesterday?" he asked, resting his head on his hand and looking over at her as he set his bag down, forcing his eyes to look into her face, and not anywhere lower. Too anyone else, it would appear like a casual conversation... If only they knew...

OOC: Edited to fit BN's post

 

[*Destiny_Seeker*]

OOC : Alright I quit. This is so stupid. Like, everyone's just going after this one character and it's annoying. See ya, not that it matters that I leave anyways. Bye.

Oh yea and there's too many people for my liking. I like smaller RPs. Plus, I'm just bored.

 

[Ulti]

ooc- uh, so did Alexander skipped his History class like Tami did? If not, I am a bit confused as to how we all have a 11th grade History class. Tami has an excuse. poor Jett is all alone D=

Ah, a pleasure of the front of the classroom. First chance to look at what the schedule was and who the teacher was. Today was not such a pleasure. The teacher had not arrived yet, which was strange in itself. But to not write down the agenda? This screwed over Toni's security! She had to know what was to be done in that period. It was just a thing she had. She liked to plan out her own agenda for the class. Following the teacher's was troublesome. Without plan or teacher, Toni would have to wait. But oh, did she ever get annoyed with the noises. Why can't kids today just shut up when they enter the class? No self-control at all.

Toni felt a presence next to her. Looking from the corner of her eye, a boy was about to sit next to her. Red in the face, she was about to make room for him. Although hating company, she didn't particularly hate this one. This boy was alright. He never said a word against her or even a word at all. It she could remember correctly, his name was Christopher. He seemed nice. She wasn't about to appear cold and cruel like the others. But, another voice broke from the crowd. A certain voice that made Toni cringe with every syllable she spoke.

Tami. Little Miss Gorgeous. How did she manage to get into this class? Her intelligence could not be spoken for, but her popularity was something else. Her looks alone drove men wild. Toni glanced at her own, ah, "pair", Smaller. She was not well endowed as all the other girls. Hers were put to shame by Tami's. It was no surprise that her charms would draw Chris to herself. What point was it to sit next to Toni, anyways? She was not beautiful. She was not popular. She was just Toni. It would have been great to get a new friend, as Alex always pestered her to find someone other than himself. Oh, what a day would it had been if she knew Alex was right next door to her..

"Chris was smart to stay in the crowd. There is little hope for him to get through school on the outside of the circle. I only survive because I am too stubborn to try to break the circle. That damn circle. Too many of them. Why Alex bothers himself to make me get in one, I'll never know.."

 

[Blackest Night]

ooc: Alexander does not have World History. He is directly across the hall in Ancient Eastern Civilizations, which allows him to look out of his classroom, into the World History classroom, and get a nice view of BO's character.

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"The diner was slow yesterday...for once! I'm so use to working overtime, but I guess everyone was getting ready for school and people decided to make their own food." Tami said laughing at her terrible joke, then laughing at how bad it was. That was when something caught her eye in the other classroom. Her eyes opened big as she matched eyes with Alexander and then she quickly looked away. Tami's heart beat a thousand times a minute, it felt like she was going to have to pick it up off the floor once it poped out of her chest.

"I guess tomorrow might when I work will be...*gulp*..terrible" Tami said trying to calm herself.

"Good morning class!!" Mr. Chaplain, the favorite history teacher in the school. He had short shaved hair that was balding, but somehow it worked nicely for him. He wore a striped long-sleeved shirt with a tie that match in color and had Snoopy on it. Mr. Chaplain was an average teacher with a pesstimistic view on life blended with a strong amount of sarcasm.

"We start this wonderful new school years with a pop quiz." He said holding up papers. Almost everyone moaned and groned, but not Tami she knew it was easy questions. Looking at the paper put before her she circled the answers fast of easy fact from around the historie dof civilizations. It was in fact fun.

It wasn't taken for a grade and the class moved forward. Mr Chaplain explained we wanted to know howmuch we knew about World History, and with his sarcasm made a joke about needing to do alot of work. Tami knew there was alot of smart kids in the class being dumb. They were robots, following and taking orders, and then there were the three up front, Toni, Chris, and Tami who you could call Aliens, those who didn't care. Maybe that was why so many people liked Tami and why she was popular, she worked around groups, not in them.

 

[Blackest Night]

Alexander couldn't help but smile as his eyes witnessed the blue-headband girl match his gaze, blush ferociously, and turn around with great haste. All he had done was look at her, and she had turned beet red. Too easy. If it weren't for her hair and the way she moved with subtle humility, Alexander may have very well deemed her too simple a target. But of course, there was no greater joy in life than turning one of the pure ones. Except, of course, being turned by one of the tainted.

The seque into his daydream was brutally interrupted by the presence of a bloated face very close to his. Alexander had never really minded homosexuality, but this man's face was simply too close for comfort. It was, naturally, the very same visage of the ovular teacher Alexander had so very pleasantly spoken with earlier, apparently about to start class and evidently furious with Alexander's lack of focus. One would assume that, after all these years, this particular teacher would be used to Alexander's vast apathy for just about anything. It is not that Alexander was a stupid or challenged student. He simply didn't place school at a high enough level to actually exert any effort in it. Success in his scholastic endeavours came easily. There was no reason to tamper with such a system.

"Perhaps, Mr. Marseille, you could be so kind as to direct your eyes towards the board? I do hope to begin teaching at school, if it's alright with you."

Well, that was rather rude. However, Alexander's smile never faded. He simply stared the teacher in his right eye, leaned forward on his desk, and filled his gaze with such a level of feigned interest that it could make even the most brutal of critics applaud his "mastery" of acting. Such arrogance.

"I was just biding the time until this lovely lecture started, Mr. Steinbeck. By all means, carry on."

The bloated face reddened before it quickly whisked itself away, it's owner tottling his way up to the front of the room. With a droning, monotonous noise that may very well have been some semblance of speech, Mr. Steinbeck managed to convey to the class that their books were to be opened to page number twenty-seven. To be perfectly honest, Alexander hadn't even noticed that a book had been placed upon his desk. I suppose it is of no great surprise. Alexander has forgotten much longer periods of time in his life for varying reasons.

Page number twenty-seven was of little interest. Chock full of vocabulary Alexander already knew and pictures taken sometime in the mid 1960's. besides, Alexander was far more concerned with the party he would be attending later that night. If the blonde bombshell, who's mental capacity rivalled that of an actual bombshell, were to already be, ahem, "taken", he would redirect his attention. His focus, and his prey, would then shift onto blue-headband girl, whose name he niether knew nor truly cared to learn.

Names weren't that important anyway. A rose by any other name would be just as good a lay.