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Post by Sean Anaranjado on Sept 8, 2010 5:46:41 GMT -6
Well this sucked, he was in a new school once again and he had no idea where he was going. Everyone seemed to crowd towards the auditorium and he thought he'd do the same. The crowd itself was rather a long one, but they all seemed to have done this before as this was the usual thing that Principal Irons had done every year, but that was when he bumped into someone. He looked like a buff mutant, his gums were sticking out like a madman and his teeth made him look like he'd eat Sean at any moment. Sean's heart started to race, who was this guy....but all this man did was say "Welcome" and walked off.
Situation averted, he continued to walk into the auditorium and finally made it inside. He looked around at a few open seats and when he tried to ask he got a few dirty looks from other students and finally he decided to sit in Isolation and put his hoodie up like he didn't exist. It was obvious nobody wanted him here......
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Post by Claire Redfield on Sept 9, 2010 17:57:23 GMT -6
The motorcycle rolled up the paved path, slipping into position next to the petal bikes that rested alongside the building that housed the High School Library. Heavy Hiking boots kicked the stand down, Claire rocking the bike onto the stand and turned the key to kill the engine. She felt a dumb - the alarm hadn't gonna off like she had planned, and now she was late. She always seemed to be about 5 minutes late in life.
Swinging her leg over the bike's tail, she tucked the key in her pocket and pulled the helmet free. She cast a look at the bike - it wasn't as pretty as it could have been, but the work she'd put into it over the summer showed. Still... she hoped that she'd get to finish it before next summer... she wanted to take it on a trip, a bike ride out to Cali if she could. Maybe Chris would go with her.
Pulling the leather messenger bag off the rack on the bike's tail, she shouldered it's weight and headed away; the bike was literally right by the office so she wasn't worried about anything happening to it. Right now, she needed to get to Opening Ceremonies. She wasn't gonna have time to stop at her locker and put the helmet in it, it would have to go with her to the assembly and she'd have to swing by and pick it in before class.
"Excuse me."
Claire dodged between to juniors into the auditorium. Casting a quick look around, she spotted some empty seats toward the back of the auditorium and smiled. As far from Irons as possible.... she had a book in her bag she was trying to finish, plus a dozen other things and her Ipod... she could ignore him for the length of the gathering.
Reddish brown ponytail bouncing behind her, she jogged up and claimed the seat. Dropping her bag in one seat and her helmet in another, she seated herself in the seat between them. Shrugging out of her leather jacket, she waited for the normal 'start of school' show to start. |
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Post by Sean Anaranjado on Sept 9, 2010 20:56:50 GMT -6
Looking around he finally moved towards the back, dark and overcast by a shadow that pretty much covered the entire back area while Irons began to speak, the only thing he was really carrying was the helmet that came with his Suzuki. Finally looking over he saw a girl with reddish brown hair sitting alone he smiled and decided that she was another outcast and finally picked up his helmet which was resting on his knee and walked over dressed in the black bodysuit that most non-Harley riders wore.
Finally taking the seat next to her he looked at her seriously and asked "Is this seat taken?" as if he thought he'd be intruding and get his ass beat by her boyfriend or someone who was way too overprotective and he just shook his head "I'm forgetting something.....oh yeah, forgot to introduce myself" he chuckled in a whisper and stuck his hand out as a typical Oklahoman would "I'm Sean.....just moved here from Oklahoma City" he smiled, thinking that he would try to make a friend.
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Post by Jill Valentine on Sept 9, 2010 21:36:07 GMT -6
Late wasn't even the correct term to describe how out of tune Jill was to the normal school time. She'd fallen asleep propped up on the kitchen counter again, an act that had cost her the fifteen minutes she used to get ready in the morning.
Even as she walked down the hall she could see that everyone had already been sheparded into the large auditorium to be given another torturous speech. Slipping through the door and past a teacher who shook their head at her 'tardiness', Jill spotted a familiar face among the back row and gave a sharp whisper.
"Claire!" she made her way over, seeing that the seats next to Claire were open. Maybe she hadn't gotten here as late as she'd imagined. Jill didn't even notice the student talking with her in her haste to get out of the isle and into a seat where she would be less noticed.
Making her way through the crowd, Jill was sure that she hit a few knees on her way there. Finally she found herself three seats away from Claire but stopped, still standing, as she waited for the guy talking to Claire to pick a seat. She didn't want to interrupt, her mind was still focused on the events of last night.
Figures the old man had to be arrested again the night before she started school. |
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Post by Claire Redfield on Sept 9, 2010 22:26:05 GMT -6
Claire looked up at the male voice; for a minute it sounded like he knew her - but the face she didn't know. Unsure why he was back here, she reached over and moved her bag from the seat the man had indicated.
"Nope, go for it."
A second quick glance took in the man's outfit; a bike boy. Not a Harley boy tho by the look at it; shame really. Still, he seemed a nice enough sort. She smiled, watching him sit down. Sean, huh? From Oklahoma City? She gave a laugh.
"Well then, welcome to Raccoon City, Sean - the single weirdest town in the states. I'm Claire Redfield."
She might have said more when her name rang over the seats. Red ponytail bounced as her head swung around. Setting her bag at her feet, Claire stood up, waving her hand at Jill's approaching form. Claire instantly scooted the Helmet from the other seat.
A glance up at her friend as she near; something in Jill's eyes made the smile on Claire's lips wilt.
"Jill? What wrong?"
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Post by Sean Anaranjado on Sept 11, 2010 8:42:03 GMT -6
Looking at Claire he smiled "It's nice to meet ya Claire, and yeah this town is weird....but it's not everyday I run into a girl who rides a Harley....am I right?" he smiled and looked up Jill and smiled "Oh am I taking your friend away from you?" he said "I'm so sorry!" he smiled and then looked at her nodding in approval to let her say what she had to, she seemed to be in a bit of distress.
Until then he looked down to his helmet and pulled out a cloth and something he used to polish it and began to rub the helmet adding a little extra shine as usual. While still listening in, just in case they wanted to add him into the conversation. They both seemed to be best friends, and he didn't want to disturb them.
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Post by Jill Valentine on Sept 11, 2010 10:12:44 GMT -6
Jill made her way over to Claire, finally sitting herself down in the seat besides her, not the one that the other kid was going after. Today she'd pulled her brown hair up in a taunt ponytail, almost too taunt, as she could feel the pressure building up in her head... or maybe it was from all the noise? Jill adjusted herself so that she wasn't looking at the auditorium or Irons, and faced her companion and her new friend.
"Sorry, didn't mean to freak you out! I just realized that we still have to listen to Irons's speech. Not to mention i'm going to need yours and Chris's help tomorrow picking up the house, I mean if you're available. We can make a movie night out of it?" she questioned.
The arrest hadn't been one of the neatest ones. The cops had busted in and her father had thought it would be a good idea to taunt them and what not, meaning a bunch of broken things. He'd tried to escape through the living room and broken the coffee table in the process. Jill wondered why he didn't just give in? He knew he was caught. She worried how long they'd lock him away for this time.
"Oh! Sorry, I was lost in thought, no you're not stealing Claire from me. She's trying to run away from me," Jill teased and then, feeling rude for having ignored the guy for a bit while talking to Claire added, "my name's Jill by the way." |
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Post by Claire Redfield on Sept 11, 2010 22:17:16 GMT -6
Claire looked quickly over at Sean, then back to Jill. She still have a feeling something wasn't right; but infront of Sean she didn't push it. She'd corner Jill later and make her spill the problem.
"Yea, Harley Softail. Normally I don't ride it to school, but my brother has the car."
Claire dropped back into her seat, turning her gaze back to Jill. She kept the smile up, a laugh escaping her lips as she thought of the fact Jill might need her brother's help cleaning - had she not seen Chris's room on her last visit? Oh wait.... wrong train of thought. Claire managed not to joke about it out loud.
"Sure, I guess - Chris isn't back from his drive up to Maryland yet tho; he stopped off to see some concert with his friends before he came back down, so he's gonna miss the first couple days of school I guess. You know my brother tho, he'll be here eventually." |
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Post by Ada Wong on Sept 13, 2010 0:53:12 GMT -6
Students were being wrangled into the assembly hall like cattle; some accustomed to the routine while others wore an expression of sheer excitement that made Ada Wong want to roll her eyes. There were many new faces in the crowd. But that was all they were—faces. Most people mattered very little to her, as calloused as that seemed, but there were a select few that she was quietly looking out for. Keeping herself away from the large crowd but cleverly intermingled with an outer ring of her peers, she managed to blend in without any real difficulty. The only discerning characteristic of hers was a long crimson scarf that she kept wrapped around her dainty neck, the article dancing gently behind her as she snuck passed the overgrown chaperone and into the auditorium.
She was met with an ocean of heads, each one turned to face the main stage. At least no one was looking directly at her. Her honey-colored hues scanned the audience as her feet glided gracefully for one of the few free seats that were left over. Reaching the aisle, she could see the so-called blob of a man, Principle Irons, through the corners of her eyes as he made his way over to the podium at the head of the stage. What a bore. Honestly, she only appeared at things like this because they were mandatory. Plus, she lived at school. Where else did she have to go?
Calmly sliding into the row, she was sure to turn a few heads of some boys who grinned like idiots as she passed. It was no real secret that Ada Wong was popular, but not because she was blessed with also popular friends or anything like that. No, her appeal came from her secrecy. No one could really figure her out. Of course there were rumors and that was all they could be. Rumors, small chinks in her armor that were easy enough to ignore.
Finally, she sat herself down directly in front of a girl that she knew was in her grade. Jill Valentine if she remembered correctly. She always had some guy who was a good friend of hers tail after her. It was amusing enough to watch from afar, but Ada really kept to herself most of the time. There were others sitting with her, and they conversed amongst themselves quietly.
“Irons should just get this over with…” She uttered beneath her breath, with no real intention for anyone to overhear her as she pushed several strands of her ebony hair from her face. |
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Post by Sean Anaranjado on Sept 13, 2010 21:16:36 GMT -6
Looking around a man finally looked around nervously as he walked up to the podium. Finally the man looked rather nervous and he finally spoke. "Uhm....sorry to disappoint you children....but Irons has retired" finally from some of the students roared thunderous cheer and applause. "Although I do believe it will be a fun....and a prosperous year, I am Mr. Vickers and I will be serving as your principal before another is supplied to the school" he gulped "You're free to go now.... he sighed in relief, it was obvious the man was intimidated.
"Who was that pussy?" Sean finally piped up smirking looking back to Claire then Jill shaking off his question "I'm hungry, ya'll wanna go into town and grab something?" he asked curiously and looked towards the girl in front, wondering if she was listening.
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Post by Claire Redfield on Sept 14, 2010 17:50:48 GMT -6
Claire gave a dry chuckle, looking at Sean with a puzzled look. Pussy? Dude... he had issues. She answered anyway tho; best to be polite. Maybe he was just having a little issue settling in? Or maybe he was just strange.
"That would have been Vice Principal Vickers. Seems my brother got his wish and Old man Irons is MIA. Chris will be thrilled."
Standing as the assembly broke up, Claire scooped up her helmet and shouldered her messenger bag. She was still concerned about Jill - there was something her friend wasn't telling her, and Claire was determined to figure out. If Jill wouldn't tell Claire, the younger Redfield would just tell her brother; Chris seemed to have a way of coaxing Jill to talk to him. It was... sorta cute, in a way.
Sean's invite caught her attention. It sounded interesting, but -
"Sounds like fun, but I have to finish moving my stuff into my new dorm room; and my brother isn't in yet, so I have to snag his school list so he knows what he still needed. Maybe later?" |
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Post by Jill Valentine on Sept 14, 2010 20:28:00 GMT -6
Irons's retirement nearly made her yell for joy, you know, minus the fact that she was in an auditorium packed full of people and Irons was standing off to the side as though deciding wether or not he really wanted to. Jill could remember various detentions and arguments over her misdemeanors. As much as she hated thinking it, at least Vickers would be easier to get away with things with.
"I'd do lunch but i've got a few things to sort out back on the home front. Can I take a rain check?" Jill asked, not entirely she that she was up to lunch with someone she barely knew. He looked like an okay guy but she knew that looks were only around ten percent of the person equation.
She shot a glance at Claire who seemed to have picked up on her supersonic distress signals or something like that; Claire was exceptionally good at understanding people. Jill gave her friend a small smile as though to say we'll talk later and turned to look at the girl in the front.
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