---- Recall start ---- [Scions] ScionGM says, "Oh...lets all go into the classroom?" [Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica sures :) Veronica has left. [Scions] ScionGM says, "Since we know what /here/ looks like...and some of us are gonna be in the classroom..." [Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Don't worry, Sci. I assure you, your rooms have not been built in vain ;)" Zach has left. Front Entry - RKHS Equally as grand and pleasing to the eye as the school's exterior, the front welcoming hall of Robert Kennedy High School is done up in soft, natural colors, browns, greens, light blues, and the like. Wood panelling covers the walls, while numerous plaques, certificates, awards, announcements, and awareness posters cover those. Halls and stairways lead to all manner of the various areas on the main, ground level, connecting this area to the staff offices, nurses' station, the RKHS gym, the cafeteria, the school store, and even the back lot. While a set of eight elevators offer faster access to the various levels of the school. The front of this floor is dominated by a massive, tinted window, one that stretches the entire length of the building, and offering a generous view to the N2Y streets of Harlem. Contents: ScionGM(#46PXJUnc) Errolyn McNeil Obvious exits: Maintenance Cafeteria Gym Classroom Out Classroom - RKHS Huge, each of RKHS' classrooms are, at least, twice the size of your 'standard' classroom, their stadium-like seating offering ample room for the estimated one-hundred or so occupants. Educational posters of the appropriate kind litter the walls, while a massive monitor display acts as the front 'blackboard,' directly hooked into the instructor's computer and displaying what ever and how ever much the instructor desires. Each student has a fully equipped workstation, complete with a desk-imbeded computer. These computers, offering the latest and greatest in educational software, tutoring tools, and processing capabilities, are logged into and out of via the student's ID. Through this, test scores, homework, study time, and the like can be downloaded and logged, thereby monitoring each students' progress and assessing results immediately. Contents: Zach Veronica(#516PJnc) Obvious exits: Out ScionGM has arrived. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Even though me an' Mac and Lyn ain't in here..." Errolyn has arrived. [Scions] ScionGM plows back into work on his spose. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "...plowing spouses? What?" [Scions] ScionGM says, "Spose...spammy-pose...spose..." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Suuuure. :>" [Scions] ScionGM is playing Dr. Suess here! "Now lemme pose...." ;) [Scions] ScionGM says, "Or seuss even..." [Scions] Sexy! Declan is missing candy apples and tarot-card-readings...:) [Scions] Cassie says, "Candy apples. Mmmmmmmmmmmm." [Scions] Cassie says, "Caramel Apples!" [Scions] Cassie scampers off to get one. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Probably also vast quantities of free booze and mary jane..." McNeil has arrived. [OOC] McNeil lagged like a mofo for a sec there. [Scions] ScionGM patpats Cub. [OOC] Declan ickies! [Scions] Cassie happily munches on apples and Caramel apple dip. [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil hands out Tootsie Pop lollipops. [Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica takes some happily and starts to see how many licks it takes to get to the center. [Scions] Sexy! Declan ums...and thinks I have a cheeseburger in the fridge in my room... [Scions] Sexy! Declan cries. I want to avail myself of some free beer. ScionGM heads towards Front Entry - RKHS. ScionGM has left. ScionGM has arrived. [Scions] ScionGM had to check something. [Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica gets free liquor stuff at work.... [Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "But only on Fridays. Alas." [Scions] Cassie gets free hearing aid batteries, but they don't taste very good. [Scions] Sexy! Declan aughs! Cassie is weeeeeird! [Scions] Cassie says, "And you just realized that? ;)" [Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Yeah, but we knew this." [Scions] Sexy! Declan hides under the table. [Scions] ScionGM is finally done! [Scions] Cassie cheers. ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica whee! [Scions] Zach makes sure his spam-belt is secure. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica whistles and accidently unbuckles the little thief. [Scions] Cassie high-fives Roni. "Yay! Good idea. ;)" [Scions] Cassie erms. ;) [Scions] Zach ehs. "I'll just heal anyways. ;)" [Scions] ScionGM says, "Oh...and lemme preface this by saying this comes in at the end of your walk to destination X...so, you all are free to do any talking /up-to/...just include your reactions towards the end...if that all makes sense..." [Scions] ScionGM lags!!! With Herman the Dork safely stowed away in his chemistry classroom, notes aplenty to resort and occupy his time, and Aaron off to the brown-nose, office work of school politics, we are left with a small grouping of RKHS students, some veterans, some brand new, and one leaving. Veronica, Zach, and Marcus are already late for their first hour history class, now going on very late, already five past nine. Hit that ten minute mark without logging into one of the class terminals with your student ID code and its an automatic absent-mark for you. From rampaging, gun-firing MRA agents to computer-monitored timeliness records, all within the span of less than seventy-two hours. Life in the modern era can get a bit...different at times. For that trio of tardy historians, its a trip to the seventh floor, either by musac-laden elevators or winded hikes up the stairs. But you had better hurry, for the large digital clocks, found along the walls spaced out once every one-hundred or so yards, all read: 9:06. And from behind those classroom doors, the lecture can already be heard having begun, as Mr. Cosarro drones on and on about the drafting of the Constitution. Vital, yes, but the computers present it in a more entertaining fashion. For Errolyn, McNeil, and Declan, its a trip down the hall, following the arrows...or Lyn, as she likely knows where she is going. The offices, open, warm, welcoming, the walls maintaining that natural wood look, the carpeting that plush and comfortable carpeting, while numerous windows fill the area with an illusion of more space than is actually present. Ms. Yee, the office secretary, a nice, quasi-rotund asian with a friendly smile and even friendlier demeanor, will greet the three. Her inquisitive smile will ask all, although, in her slightly accented and clipped English, "Good morning Miss Wagner, your mother was already here, this morning, got most of your paper-work out of the way. I hear you're off to get some private tutilage." And the Jell-O-like, jovial form of Ms. Yee giggles a little teeter, then adds, "I always knew you were too smart for even this wonderful place!" and Errolyn will find herself presented with a small stack of papers to sign. Apparently, Mom already got all the other teachers' signatures, including the Principals. Yes, Miss Wagner, soon you will be out of this Hell hole. Unfortunately, it won't be near soon enough. After dealing with the familiar, Ms. Yee will turn her kind gaze upon two strangers, both McNeil and Declan coming under Yee's experienced scrutiny. "Ahhh, yes?" she says after a moment, complete with her face splitting grin, "May I help you?" [Scions] ScionGM dammits and adds some punctuation and stuff. "Feh." Veronica takes the elevator for the sake of time contraints. Though truthfully, the way she paces the small space, it might've been much better for her to climb the stairs...she might have even made it quite quickly. As it is, she just waits for the ride to be over, glancing at her watch. Of course, if she can't make it there in time, she'll just skip. No big deal. Okay, maybe a big deal. But its history, she should get some sort of dispensation. And as soon as she thinks of the reason, she'll present it to the teacher surely. And as soon as those doors open, she's down the hall, walking abit fast but she doesn't really notice. Zach? Marc? Well, they're big boys. They've been finding their own way to class all this time, they hardly need her to lead the way or anything. So, for the most part, they do go ignored if she encounters them. She walks into the classroom and looks for the nearest empty chair, preferrably not up front, and seats herself, tapping in her student ID and waiting for the screen to come to life. Great. Constitutional history. Ah, well. Could be worse. Oh no... not another absent mark. Late for class? Zach Talbot? The sarcasm would form a pool at his feet were Zach to say the words aloud. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if the teachers would show concern as to his behaviour if he actually showed up on /time/ for once. Six floors in four minutes... He could likely make it if he rushed... but why bother? Forgoing the speedy elevators, the Asian-American teen begins a liesurely stroll towards the staircase, and then a slow and unhurried climb up the stairwell. He'll get there by 9:30, maybe. Not that he cares.. The constitution, revolutionary war... who needs it? The subject of learning on the kid's mind at the moment is still puzzling out what's going on between Herman Dinky and Aaron. And that secret meeting that's to take place between them at 10:15. Provided he's not held after class, Zach makes a mental note to be hanging out near Dinky's chemistry class at the end of this period. Hopefully he'll get there in time to tail the little dweeb... Hm. Maybe he should just skip out on History and try to avoid the hall monitors while waiting for next period... [Scions] ScionGM afks for a moment to nab a snack and soda. [Public] Rachel says, "Night" [Public] Veronica says, "Nighters." It was far too quick a jaunt to the office, for Errolyn has a million and one things to say to Junge - but no time and no privacy with which to do it in. All the questions she might ask - "What are you doing in the states?" "How is Akiko?" "Are you here to stay?" "I can't believe you're here! Do you have any idea how much I have to /tell/ you?" To other more mundane and obvious things like; "Are you attending this school?" Are dropped one by one, leaving the elf to merely inquire as she makes her way, or leads her way to the office itself. "What are you doing in the states, Junge?" The question is the only one that seems appropriate, and the most important for the elf. What are you doing here, and how long are you going to stay? She /could/ have asked that, but for now, she'll just keep it simple. By the time she makes it to the office itself, and listens to the kind words of Ms. Yee, Errolyn's completely forgotten about the strange incident with Aaron and Herman. They were just being typical students, typical teenagers, there isn't any reason why she should be suspicious, just because she was uncomfortable - that doesn't, or shouldn't mean anything, right? Probably just annoyed at Wiles' attitude towards her, yet - once she begins signing documents, answering Ms. Yee with a chuckled. "I can't begin to tell you how excited I am, honestly - this .. this is like a dream come true for me." The elf can have her /own/ innuendoes on words, as her gaze flickers up towards Junge momentarily, before turning back down and continuing signing. "If you see my mom, can you give her a message for me?" Before Ms. Yee can answer, Errolyn pulls out a bit of notebook paper, pencil, and jots down an old fashioned note - 'Junge is in town, might be late getting home, will explain more later and will try and call. - Lyn'. Folds it in half, and hands it to Ms. Yee, with a quiet. "Thank you." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica munchies popcorn and reads. "Ummhmmm." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Y'know, everyone is all suspicious of poor little Aaron. I mean, he's just a jerk. Yep. Nothing odd about him, I think." [Scions] Zach is just suspicious by nature. ;) [Scions] Cassie said she shouldn't be suspcios! ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins. [Scions] Cassie says, "YUCK! Gross! GUH! Zach! Why'd you let me buy these horrible hotdog things?" [Scions] Cassie says, "They're disgusting!" [Scions] Cassie gags. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica slaps Cass on the back. [Scions] Cassie wrinkles her nose and has such a bad taste in her mouth now. [Scions] Cassie goes to brush teef. ;) [Scions] Zach acks. "They're that bad?" [Scions] Zach jots down a note not to buy any himself, then. ;) She said that she had so much to tell him. And he, well, he has so much to ask. With Errolyn in sight, he makes sure to keep himself close-by to her, least he lose her again. That is, at least until he can find out what hppened to her. He feared the worst... and yet it would seem that this has not become the case. She almost, almost, seems better for it. Or is Mac wrong? "Please, Yousei, tell me what it is that-..." But then he is cut off by the secretary. a lovely woman, yes. Kind and plesant. However, she prevents McNeil from continuing as his elfen friend has papers to sign and chitchat to be made. He has time to listen to Errolyn, but really not a chance to reply. He';; politely wait until she is finished. When it is his turn to approach the front desk he does so, announcing himself. "Logan McNeil, or here I would be McNeil Logan... I ama transfer student. Foreign exchange, form Japan?" He asks this as he hopes it will jossle Ms. Yee's memory, if he has been brought to her attention? He believed Akiko had contacted ahead for him. "I have the papers for my documents here with me," he states as he reaches to his side and... crap. he wasn't home last night. He was at Declan's and thus. "I appear to be mistaken. I... I hope this is not a problem?" And then while Ms. Yee will sort this out, check, deal with deco or the like, he will attempt to lean in to whisper his replies to Yousei. "Yes, you have much to tell me. of where you were and what happened to you." he was worried! Very. "Akiko has sent me here, for reasons she will not share. But reasons she assures me is for the best, for my sake and for the sake of others. I am here." And not going back anytime soon, so no worries there. He can only guess that this is what she must be thinking. "What happened to you?" This is his lone question for her. Veronica has disconnected. Veronica has connected. [OOC] Veronica ughs. "Weird." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Last I saw was Mac's." [Scions] ScionGM returns Muttering one more halfhearted protest to Marcus as the big guy pats him on the shoulder and heads to class, Declan falls in with Mac and Lyn. He shoves his hands in his pockets, shrugging his backpack up a little further on his shoulders and letting the motion swing the little leather bag back beneath his overshirt. He glances at Mac, biting his lip and waiting for a pause in conversation to note quietly, soft and accented voice tinged with frustration, "I wasn't...it wasn't that bloody big jock I was giving what-for, Mac...he certainly deserved it, but...I'm not -stupid-." Wasn't much of a conversation pause, though, as Lyn is...well, exercising the gift of loquaciousness. He sighs a little, still not quite himself: whatever the deuce that was, it certainly took an awful lot out of him. The bounce is entirely absent from his step, and he trails further and further behind the other two students, until when they at last reach the office he's a good ten seconds behind them. He waits silently for Ms. Yee to finish with Errolyn, eyes on the motivational posters and modern/soothing/pastel art but not really seeing them. And then Ms. Yee asks after them, and he lets Mac go first but Mac ain't quite ready, and he steps up a little closer to the desk. "Hollo," he says, subdued. Rummaging in his pocket, the blond boy pulls out a couple of papers, creased and folded and wrinkled, and holds them tightly as he speaks. "Declan Chance Johannson, transfer from Westminster School, London? I...think me mum called ahead a couple've weeks ago, and...oh, Christ, she'd better have arranged things..." he mutters to himself, finally. He holds the papers out to Ms. Yee - identification, recommendation, utterly trumped-up immigration papers - and prays she buys it all, that it all works. [Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Holy crap, Deco! You spammed!!! Yay!" ;) [Scions] Sexy! Declan takes a bow. "I'm also so totally accurrate...even if I can't spell it. That's the only co-ed old-school London school I could find which has a martial arts program. ;)" [Scions] ScionGM LOLs and shakes his head. "Okay...you get a one-up on James Cameron..." [Scions] Sexy! Declan cheers. :> [Scions] Sexy! Declan notes offhand that they appear to be very forward-thinking...they have vegetarian substitute meals... [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica yummies. Marcus has arrived. [Scions] Marcus says, "Sorry guys. Got held up at work by like..an hour :P And then my net wasn't connecting" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Evvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvil." [Scions] ScionGM grins, "Somone wanna get Marcus caught up while I finish up this pose?" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica can if no one else is? "Its about time for me to close, so I'm running numbers." [Scions] Cassie says, "Please? I'm sorry, I'm running into something, idle again." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica nods and sures. [Scions] ScionGM goes ahead with his pose? [Scions] ScionGM says, "Or wait?" [Scions] Cassie nodsnods. [Scions] Cassie says, "Go on." [Scions] Cassie's here just kind of out of it. Mr. Cosarro's monotone voice carries on and on, in an almost hypnotic pattern. Apparently, it has already worked wonders on many of the other students. Those near Veronica, those towards the front of the class, are either barely keeping themselves awake, or feigning interest while they write-up personal notes or craft bizarre charactures on their notebooks. After a moment, Veronica's screen flashes with that familiar cougar animation as it runs across the screen, dragging along a banner, which silently reads: 'WELCOME VERONICA WORTHINGTON...YOU ARE SEVEN MINUTES TARDY...THIS IS YOUR SECOND TARDY THIS QUARTER...YOU HAVE ONE MO-...' And already its likely that Roni's coke-amped attention span is wandering off onto something else. Zach...just what is society to do with a miscreant such as yourself? By the time the rebellious ganger makes his way to his history class, he can already tell its too late. 9:15. By now, he's already been recorded as absent, only way around that is to convince the instructor, after class, to rescind the mark. Not likely, as it gets harder and harder to get the instructors to listen after the tenth or twelfth bullshit excuse. So, Zach has about forty-five minutes to kill...and hide. Getting busted in the hall, particularly with a rep as he's got, would not go over well. Ms. Yee nods to Errolyn's request of the note while she listens to poor McNeil explain his situation. "Oh, Mr. McNeil, yes, we received your paperwork on Monday. No identification? Well, a thumb-print or retinal scan can get all the information needed." Of course, that will also show other things...like legal status. Then Declan steps up and gives a momentary, unintentional reprise. "Oh, right, Mr. McNeil," Ms. Yee smiles to Cub, "could you wait while I take care of this young man. You seem to be in conversation with Errolyn, anyway." Being a visible friend of a liked daughter of one of the school's English teachers has its benefits and given leeways. Then, the rotund Yee is back to looking at Declan, "Right," and her fingers click and clatter on the keyboard as she punches in the name then frowns. "Here, let me see your papers," she says, all traces of joviality gone as the forms are snatched from the young Johannson's grip. Oh crap, Declan? Could it be the paperwork isn't done correctly? "Ahhh, I see!" Ms. Yee declares with her original smile firmly back in place, "Your name has /three/ ns, not two," and she goes back to the click-clatter-click. "Here you are, Mr. Johannson. It will take a few moments to print out all the necessary papers. Have a seat?" she indicates to one of the many, lightly cushioned office chairs. At about the very time that Declan is going to sit, or stand and chat with McNeil and Errolyn, Ms. Yee pipes up, cheerfully as usual, "Oh, hello Mr. Wiles!" and then chastises in a light tone, "You're late, Mr. Wiles." "Sorry about that, Ms. Yee. Boys' room and stuff," and you can hear the broad grin just as well as if Aaron were smiling directly at each and every one of you. "Oh, no problem, Mr. Wiles," she says, happy as ever, "We've got some files that need sorting, but more importantly, some of your favorite things...deliveries." "Joy," comes the sarcastic reply, "mind if I save those for the last thing, cut out a little early?" "No problem at all, Mr. Wiles." And it never really seems to be. To (Veronica, Declan), McNeil pages: You guys around tomorrow night? [Scions] Marcus cools and gets caught up and will fit a pose in somewhere. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica apologizes but must bail. "BBS." Veronica has disconnected. I don't recognize "veron". Long distance to McNeil: Declan guesses maybe I can be. [Scions] ScionGM nods, "Cool, Marc...you can get into class and such, up to you how that goes, won't force your action due to your time hindrance in any form." :) From afar, to (Declan, Cassie): McNeil nevermind and will aim for next week. I have two days off then. From afar, to (McNeil, Declan): Cassie kays. :) [Scions] ScionGM says, "And keep going without Roni, one reason I wanted that pose out before she left, lets her kill her class time without posing starring at the walls..." Long distance to McNeil: Declan whew, okay. I don't want to appear totally antisocial to the kids trying to get me to do stuff with them :) From afar, McNeil nodnods. No worries. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Gimme a heart attack, will you? :)" [Scions] ScionGM grins. [Scions] Cassie laughs. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "It's lots of fun being an illegal alien and unregistered mutant. Oh yes. :)" [Scions] Cassie grins. [Scions] ScionGM grins and couldn't pass up the opportunity with the multiple n-thing. "Had that in mind since you first told me about you being unregistered and illegal." ;) Well, Zach didn't really want to go to history anyways. In fact, he made the decision at around the landing in the stairwell between levels four and five, deciding that he'd be hard pressed to bolt out of the seventh-story class and get back down to first-level to tail Herman out of the chem labs... So, it's a half hour plus of wasting time in the hallways and hiding holes of RKHS. What to do... Could always see who left their lockers open... Of course, indiscriminately pulling on locker knobs is sure to draw some attention from the rentacop hall guards. Nope, Zach needs something a little more clandestine to occupy his time. Something where he won't be out in the open. Looks like the first bit of his AWOL morning is going to be spent scrawling some new graffiti in the boy's room on the fourth floor. Sneaking back down a half-flight of stairs, Zach peeks through the door's window, making sure the coast is clear, before slinking down along the hallway on his way to the restrooms. [Scions] ScionGM LOLs! In answer to Junge's question on where she has been..? Errolyn runs one hand through her auburn locks, eyes shifting nervously about, as a clearing of her throat, and slightly, almost shifty answer is given. "Did I tell you I am transferring to a private school in Westchester, Junge?" Her voice hints at more than the mundane conversation offers. "It'll be fabulous, it's just a small, private institute, really." She continues, lashes lowering over gold-brown orbs, voice soft, carrying just enough to be heard. "Over the weekend, mom and I checked it out, thats where I have been." It's the truth, just extremely ambiguous, the only thing that Errolyn hopes Junge will pick up on is the most important. 'Westchester'. Turning back to finish signing the rest of the never ending documents, Errolyn smiles warmly at Ms. Yee, "Thank you again for that, hard to reach mom when she's teaching." A wink, smile, and soft chuckle is offered, before Errolyn turns back to the papers, signing everything with a flourish, before finally handling the entire mess back to the lady - only then does her gaze flicker towards Aaron Wiles. Nope. No hackles raising, thank good ness for that! Errolyn's shoulders relax minutely, silly, paranoid Yousei.. Player Name On For Idle Doing Marcus 00:28 32s ScionGM 02:06 35s Errolyn 02:36 2m McNeil 02:50 8m Zach 02:53 2m Declan 19d 07:58 0s You come down to this. 6 Players logged in, 14 record, no maximum. "I told your mother you didn't need a last name! /I/ never had one. And son," says Pops of your undead entourage, "you /really/ should have helped that poor Herman. Ooooh! Here's his good friend. Maybe now is your chance to make good?" [Scions] Sexy! Declan wonders if I can take a very short out of turn turn? :) [Scions] Cassie says, "Sure!" [Scions] ScionGM says, "Go for it, Deco. :)" [Scions] Zach doesn't care, he's busy carving, 'For a Good Time, IM ...' ;) It's impossible for Marcus to even /try/ and sneak anywhere so the giant dude doesn't even true. His huge figure is forced to duck down slightly to even fit in the door and when his presence does arrive it's as ominous as usual. Even in the face of a tardy he just doesn't seem to care. His mood and expression more or less as brutish as usual with that usual dash of thoughtfulness, absentmindness and introspectiveness (is that even a word?) that drifts across his face every now and then. Gradually the large dude begins to make his way towards his seat in back. Grimacing slightly at it given that it's going to be a tight squeeze.. but then again it pretty much always is. The price of being so big really. It's a shame he doesn't put such size to use on the football field or in the wrestling circle or even in the lifter clubs. Small wonder he's so 'wierd' compared to the other so called jocks. Gradually he plops his huge body down into a chair that creaks as if screaming for mercy beneath his frame. His long legs spread out and he absently flicks the terminal on to get to sign in. o O (Here we go...) [Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Man...poor desk!" "Shut -up-, Dad," mutters Declan under his breath, slouched in the chair Ms. Yee indicated. He carefully watches Aaron, then glares at the air. "And -Mac- took a last name, dinne? Not about to call myself Declanshot...christ..." [Scions] Cassie /laughs/!!! [Scions] ScionGM LOLs! "Whichever would be easiest for you, Ms. Yee," McNeil offers honetsly, openly. Seems as though he has nothing to hide. at least not this way. Once the connections are made, the actual documents on him *should* read that he is safe. Legal. Non-mutant. Mac is willing to take the chance. "Retinal?" He decides, offering? And as Errolyn begins to exxplain to him, Aaron enters and... this is enough to gain Mac's attention. "I know that you did not," he replies, finally, to Deco... as he watches Aaaron. Yes, mac's voice is a little more loud than it ought to be... but there is a mystery there, one he wishes to unravel. Mac looks to Deco though for a moment. "Something seemed to-..." But then Mac snaps his attention back to Lyn. Westchester? As in... Westchester?!? Yes, Mac knows what that means. or may mean. And... Lyn has been asked to this? He is glad for her. Very. Yet... there is a part of him... but for the sake of his friend he smiles, "You will have to tell me all about this. Westchester is not that far away to visit." No instincts to clue in. Doh. And then he's looking back at Deco at the outburst. Perhaps to explain to Lyn, if she doens't pick it up form that, he says, "I believe my friend Declan would be very glad to hear of your story as well." [Scions] Cassie laughs more. "Is that a subtle hint that Dec needs help? ;)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan blahs. :) [Scions] Sexy! Declan muttered...it wasn't an outburst...not loud, this time...mrr...:) [Scions] Cassie hiccops. [Scions] Cassie hiccops. [Scions] Cassie says, "ARGH!" [Scions] ScionGM BOOOOOOOOOs! Veronica has connected. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "This computer lab...sheez. I've finally placed where I've seen the tables before." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "They all look like the thingy in the middle of the main room of the TARDIS." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Could I get pages of Scion's pose and any thereafter." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Can someone page 'em en masse, or are you looking for individual page poses?" [Scions] Cassie can page enmasse. :) [Scions] Cassie says, "One sec. ;)" Veronica has reconnected. [Scions] Cassie acks. [Scions] Cassie says, "Need a repeat?" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica sighs. "Yes, please. Sorry, smacking the little brother around. Got disconned." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "That'll teach you. :)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan ducks! [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica declares Cassie a demi-goddess amongst women. "Thankees." [Scions] Cassie says, "But of course. ;)" Veronica has partially disconnected. Veronica sighs as indeed, her attention has wandered as she taps her desk lightly, looking every bit as bored as the rest of the class seems to feel. She can't even feign reasonable interest in this boring lecture, her eyes gazing here and there. Her thoughts moving here and there. Hmm. So that was Errolyn. Pretty girl. Interesting. She spoke perfect German. Almost like she was native to it as far as she could tell. And considering she went to a school that spoke primarily German during her formative years, she knows it well when she hears it. And my, she and McNeil seemed awfully friendly. Maybe more than friends, maybe not -- did she leave a bag of cheetos on her dresser this morning? Damn. Its going to be stale by the time she gets home.... Her thoughts are momentarily interrupted by the giant thudding of Marcus arriving in class. She smirks lightly, wathcing him as he takes his seat, and then returns her attention to the teacher for a brief moment before she turns back to her computer screen and starts flipping through other things. Personal notes. Well, appointment book as it were. Let's see...hair appointment tomorrow after school. Great. Hmm. Wonder how the stocks are during....damn, who would ever think that Wal-Mart would hit a plateau. Dammit. If it continues like this, she's going to sell. Oh! Toshida is really kicking it up since beating Stark to that punch with that new release. Unbelievable. Still, she trusts Tony to get his ass in gear. Okay, keep those stocks as well. Hmm. WMI still doing fine. Great. Maybe she can ask for a raise in her allowance.... Ms. Yee's squishy jowels joggle as she nods her meaty head at McNeil. "Retinal would be fine," she says as she swivels a desk-mounted optic piece, much like the ones used for vision tests. And really, for the young Cub, the information should likely already well in-place, secure and true as taxes. As Logan inevitably presses his head to look inside that optic viewer, a thin beam, invisible to the naked eye, traces a rapid pattern over the teen's eye... *buuuuu-deep!* goes the machine and Ms. Yee smiles, "Ahhh, yes...here we go, Mr. McNeil. If you could wait a few minutes," and she motions to the chairs near Declan, "the papers will take a bit to print up." Aaron nods and smiles in passing to the gathered trio, although Declan gets a curious look as the blond catches the odd-teen's mouth and mumble of a whisper (although not the words), yet clearly he's either singing...or more likely...talking to himself. Then, Aaron lets himself through the waist-high retaining door and into the offices beyond. Off to the filing cabinets he goes. Then, "Mr. Johannson? Your papers are ready," the happy Yee states, already stamping them out into a nice, neat, and tidy stack...thick stack. "Here," and she motions to a small cup with a few spare pens, "if you need a pen to fill them out, you can /borrow/ one of these," and even the little tapped-on sign on the pen-holder corroborates this: PLEASE RETURN! Defiler Zach sets to work, crafting the first of his morning's many masterpieces. His canvas, one of the boys' bathroom stalls. Just be sure to keep an ear open for approaching hall monitors (both the living and robotic kind, damn WMI and their big dollar funding). And Marcus...well, his entrance causes Mr. Cossaro to pause in his hypnotic elucidations. Then, once the mammoth teen settles (and the chair /somehow/ manages to maintain its hold and form) and those behind him snort in disgust and move to other seats so they can see around the mountain of a man, he's likely to find that he would have been better off finding something else to do. Cossaro goes back into his rhymic ramblings while his screen loads up, the log-in and ID cue flashing and ready. Hey, when is Zach not cautious about possible legal interference with his activities. Whether it's during his nighttime forays, or during daytime excursions such as he's taking right now, the teen criminal always keeps both ears out for trouble. He's gotten caught enough times to do his best to stay free from getting nabbed again. Fortunately, he knows most of the sweep patterns of the security cameras, and there aren't any at all installed in the bathroom (you've gotta have /some/ privacy after all). And when a human rentaguard does pop his meaty head into the restroom, Zach's already immobile, silent as the proverbial mouse until the guy moves on along to his next patrol stop. Then, it's another scrape here, another chisel there, as Zach uses one of own bone arrows to deface the bathroom stall, scrawling down a few obscenities about the principal, as well as the IRC numbers of some of the Leatherface's girfriends. Huh? (Type "help" for help.) [Scions] Sexy! Declan inhales coffee. "IRC numbers? Bwahahaha!" A private smile lances into Errolyn's expression, as her gaze shifts towards Junge's own face, trying to judge just what it is he's thinking, what it is that is going through his own thoughts at her revealing information. Though her gaze does dart towards Declan once, then back to McNeil - a questioning expression there. She didn't pick up the softly muttered words from him, and it really isn't her business anyway - it's Hank's, still - she minutely nods once, auburn waves bounding about her shoulders at the motion. "Like I said - when we get more time, maybe we can head out for lunch and talk then, I don't have much else to do today, my mom's already taken care of teacher's signatures." Relieved at that, Errolyn just has to admit - her mom is the coolest thing since air conditioners. (For an elf with fur, during the summer, those are treasures beyond measure.) She isn't immune to Junge's expression as Aaron goes by, nor is she exactly unperceptive to the slight mouth moving of Declan - however, at this point and time, there is nothing else on this earth that is going to draw the elf out of her euphora. Errolyn runs a hand up and down her arm, the fabric moves with the motion, as she idly flicks her gaze around, waiting for both to finish. She can't help but let her own mind wander as she shifts the back pack at her feet over slightly, pushing it out of the way, while waiting. Zach's image appears in her mind's eye - if Aaron isn't giving her the creepy crawlies, then it had to have been that bad @$$. Too bad - cute package, but must be a real jerkwad underneath, probably doesn't have any redeeming qualities to him at all, either. She wonders why he gave her such a fit though? She can still remember the hackles on the back of her neck, the sinking of her stomach, and uneasy feeling. It's something that she can't quite get her mind fully off of, though obviously it couldn't be Wiles - she isn't at all nervous right now, and he's not a few meters away.. It had to have been Zach.. right? Yup. Someone she's going to have to keep a good eye on, at least until she goes to Hank's school; then this place isn't her worry, it's her /mom's/. Hah! On and on, her thoughts wander, as she shifts back and forth, idly waiting. Veronica leans over and starts rummaging through her backpack, picking up an innocent looking green tinted water bottle and idly takes a drink from it, setting it back down on her desk. Again, she looks for other things to look up. She taps her foot lightly and wonders briefly over other things. Like why was Declan flipping off Aaron like that and being so belligerent. Not the best way to engraciate yourself the first day of classes, but hey, she knows those English. Hmm. Still, Deco seems to have good teeth, so hooray. Hmm. She turns and looks back over her shoulder at Marc. Wonder why he never joined the football team. Then Veronica seems to blink, sigh, look at the clock and grinds her teeth just a bit. Okay. She's going to go nuts. School, she can handle. Boring lectures right after speedballing...a hell beyond reckoning. So, she raises her hand and leans forward a bit in her seat. She smiles sweetly and looks just as sugary as she tries to catch the teacher's attention. "Mr. Cosarro...I hate to interrupt as goodness knows the importance of understanding the foundations of our freedom, but...can I go to the bathroom, please?" Pleeeeeeeeeease. Maybe she can wander down the hall and see if Mike's on hall monitor duty this hour. He's goofy enough to spend his study hall doing that...and other things. Hesitating for only a second, Marcus cues into his login screen and then proceeds to sign in.. He notes those behind him moving and just shrugs his frighteningly huge shoulders. The muscles within rolling with almost audible force beneath his short sleeved shirt. He tried to sit far enough back that he wasn't infront of anyone but the seat pickings back there were slim due to others who elected to sit far back so they could easier snooze and do other things of note. His gaze slides up to scan the room for familiar faces and he settles his eyes briefly on Declan and then glances to Veronica as well. Holding her within his eyes for a few seconds just as she looks back over to him. He smirks at some internal joke and then leans back further. Folding his mammoth hands and resting his head behind them as his arms upraise. The movement and position serving to further flaunt his immense width and size although the giant dude hardly ever postures. When you're that large you just can't help being noticable and looking like every movement is drawing attention to said size. [OOC] Marcus facepalms, "Well correct that part of my pose in the log. ;) I'm late. sue me. :)" [OOC] Veronica patpats the poor big guy. [OOC] Marcus clubs Veronica over the head and drags her off. Huh? (Type "help" for help.) [OOC] Declan says, "Hey look, you can see up her skirt!" [OOC] Declan goes back to his pose, grinning. [Scions] ScionGM LOLs. [OOC] Veronica urks. Flinching as Aaron walks past, Declan shuts his mouth - then stands again, slinging his backpack to the floor. He smiles slightly, fishing a pen from his pocket and holding it up. Ooh, nice - a fountain pen. Maybe it's old-fashioned, but Parker still makes 'em cheap and disposable, because words written with them just look so damn sexy. Silently, takes the entire clipboardful - all in all, so far, it doesn't seem like he's the type to randomly and belligerently flip off the most popular kid in school. No, more likely, he'd be the type to apply understated, scathing sarcasm to one like that. I mean, flip off others, sure. But a kid like that? You try and make sure they know they're being insulted, but you don't let 'em figure out exactly how. At any rate, he goes back to his seat with the papers, and silently (still!) starts filling them out. Every once in awhile, he shoots an accusatory glance at...nothing. As he writes, the blond Brit seems to get more and more agitated, getting a look on his face like he's being forced to endure either the biggest silent-treatment guilt-trip in the history of the action, or a screaming harridan. Or maybe both. Yet he faithfully fills out the papers, and all thw while tries to pay at least a little attention to what Lyn and Mac are saying to each other. In a little bit, he's finished completely, and stands once more to hand Ms. Yee her clipboard back. And then - then. He tries to catch Mac's eye. Or Lyn's. Whoever's facing him. "Yer gonna tell me something, right?" [Scions] Sexy! Declan sucks...sorry...people coming and going and talking at me and trying to figure out why when I type stuff it comes out prefaced by a boy's name... [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Fucking labs..." [Scions] Cassie fehs. ;p [Scions] Cassie couldn't imagine that - it was bad enough when I was in the living room with my grandfather and mom coming by twenty four seven. ;) [Scions] Cassie confiscates herself into her room. ;) [Scions] ScionGM laughs and patpats, "Tell them its because you are an infectuous freak...and if they stay, they will be afflicted as well..." ;) [Scions] Sexy! Declan is trying to drown them out with the Yankees game. [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Holy lag Batman... skip me if it's possible? I'm needing to catch up here. A lot." [Scions] Cassie meeps and hugs Junge. [Scions] ScionGM can wait if you would like, Cub, "We're a patient, loving folk." :) [Scions] Cassie says, "Except for Zach." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Shit...the Mets have the lead..." [Scions] Cassie acks. ;p [Scions] Zach hms. "Hey, anyone know Lyn's IC IRC number? ;)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins. "yeah, we can wait cause we're special." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica does! [Scions] Cassie says, "HEY! ;)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "My P.I. gave it to me ;)" [Scions] ScionGM wishes he had a cablemodem connection... [Scions] Cassie mumbles. ;) [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "What the hell is an IRC number? :)" [Scions] Zach O:) [Scions] ScionGM wishes he had a decent computer... [Scions] Cassie says, "Well, figure int he future all the names have been taken up so you have to use numbers, like ICQ. ;)" [Scions] ScionGM says, "But I'd make do with a cablemodem...its taken two hours to download a 7 meg song on Napster...and I /still/ have a half-hour, estimated, to go." [Scions] Zach mms. "ICQ, AIM, that kind of thing Dec. ;)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan gots it. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica iniates a line dance while we get Cub caught up. McNeil has reconnected. [Scions] Cassie plants her hands on Zach's hips then? >;) [Scions] ScionGM gets into the daisy chain...erk...I mean line dance... ;) [Scions] Zach woos! :) [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil tries rebooting. [Scions] ScionGM patpats Cub onna back, "Did it work?" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "What? Did you say gangbang?" [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "I think so, yes." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica yays for Cubby. [Scions] Cassie says, "Junge said gangbang?" [Scions] Cassie is confused. [Scions] ScionGM throws a party for Mac, then. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Zach is a gangbanger. Ewwwww." [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil is so lost. PLese, GM go and I'll jump in again next go. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica snickers and hugs Cassie. "I was just being deliberately tasteless." ;) [Scions] ScionGM nods, "Cool, Mac, will do." [Scions] Cassie slams a hammer on her head. ;) [Scions] ScionGM warns, "It is a spammy one." [Scions] Cassie gets the point, now. ;) Ms. Yee's squishy jowels joggle as she nods her meaty head at McNeil. "Retinal would be fine," she says as she swivels a desk-mounted optic piece, much like the ones used for vision tests. And really, for the young Cub, the information should likely already well in-place, secure and true as taxes. As Logan inevitably presses his head to look inside that optic viewer, a thin beam, invisible to the naked eye, traces a rapid pattern over the teen's eye... *buuuuu-deep!* goes the machine and Ms. Yee smiles, "Ahhh, yes...here we go, Mr. McNeil. If you could wait a few minutes," and she motions to the chairs near Declan, "the papers will take a bit to print up." Aaron nods and smiles in passing to the gathered trio, although Declan gets a curious look as the blond catches the odd-teen's mouth and mumble of a whisper (although not the words), yet clearly he's either singing...or more likely...talking to himself. Then, Aaron lets himself through the waist-high retaining door and into the offices beyond. Off to the filing cabinets he goes. Then, "Mr. Johannson? Your papers are ready," the happy Yee states, already stamping them out into a nice, neat, and tidy stack...thick stack. "Here," and she motions to a small cup with a few spare pens, "if you need a pen to fill them out, you can /borrow/ one of these," and even the little tapped-on sign on the pen-holder corroborates this: PLEASE RETURN! Defiler Zach sets to work, crafting the first of his morning's many masterpieces. His canvas, one of the boys' bathroom stalls. Just be sure to keep an ear open for approaching hall monitors (both the living and robotic kind, damn WMI and their big dollar funding). And Marcus...well, his entrance causes Mr. Cossaro to pause in his hypnotic elucidations. Then, once the mammoth teen settles (and the chair /somehow/ manages to maintain its hold and form) and those behind him snort in disgust and move to other seats so they can see around the mountain of a man, he's likely to find that he would have been better off finding something else to do. Cossaro goes back into his rhymic ramblings while his screen loads up, the log-in and ID cue flashing and ready. [Scions] ScionGM blinks... [Scions] Cassie says, "Isn't that the old one?" [Scions] ScionGM says, "Uhm...lemme try that again...obviously cut and paste is now selective..." As Zach makes his way to, and goes to work on, the next lower floor's boys' bathroom (3rd floor, for those keeping track), artfully carving his personal designs, he notes that the bathroom window is open. A nice flow of fresh air is keeping the, otherwise, repugnant odor of the wasteroom to a bareable minimum. Its a nice view, too; one that overlooks the front lot and lawn of Robert Kennedy High School. Hmmm, what a nice view...even to one as degenerate as Zachary. The sky has gone from overcast gray to a bright blue, with only a few puffy clouds high up in the atmospheric blue, while the towering surrounding jut and reach like steel spears of the gods. The sun is shining and gleaming off the neighboring structures. The carefully manicured trees and flowers are blooming, and even those irritatingly cheerful birds are chirping. And hey, what's this? Santa and his reindeer on the roof of the house? No, not quite, but as the young Talbot eyes the pristine, early morning he catches an odd glimpse. First, it comes as a subtle, corner-of-the-eye caught waggle and wiggle of a beat-up, mid-90s, camper-shelled, pickup truck, parked /all/ the way out there, one of the furthest spaces away (yet directly facing) the school. Conveniently, there is even a small copse of trees partially blocking the driver's side, but...THERE!...caught through the branches of those trees, then coming partially into view on the far side of them. One...no three...no...five...six?! Yes, six LeatherFaces making their way into the thin, yet concealing forest that outlines the school. It was quick, too far distant, with not near enough time to focus on them, but they were all carrying, cooperatively, something fairly large, bulky, and rectangular between the lot of them. Something black, almost masked completely (at this distance) by their predominant PVC attire. Poor Marcus and Veronica. Maybe Roni's got the right idea...though Mr. Cossaro is apparently not at all in the mood for it. "Miss Worthington, perhaps you should have taken care of that while you were wandering the halls arriving here at your leisure?" Okay, so Mr. Cossaro's not a cool one, at least not this morning, although, in a darkly humorous way, never once did he break that monotone pace, and barely even skips a breath as he goes right back into his lecture. "Ms. Yee," comes Aaron's confident voice, "Mr. Sutton told me he'd take care of the filing and to just get on with the deliveries. So I'll be heading out now." "Okay, Mr. Wiles," she responds without batting an eyelash as she simultaneously hands McNeil his printed forms and politely indicates the spare pens, and continues speaking with Aaron, "take that cart and I'll see you tomorrow morning." "Right," Aaron nods and takes the indicated cart, barely holding a thing, only a small box, likely slides for Mrs. Hunnicut's film class, and a few sheets of paper. Yet, he and his cart wheel off, going through that waist-high partition door. As he starts to wheel off, past Declan, McNeil, and Errolyn, he turns, that usual Aaron smile firmly in place. "And, Ms. Yee," he says as she pauses and looks up, returning Aaron's smile with her own, "bye." And with that, he and his lighty-loaded cart push and wheel off. [Scions] ScionGM there we goes, "Sorry about that..." [Scions] ScionGM says, "I think that was my computer getting revenge on me for insulting it earlier..." [Scions] Zach gasps. "Degenerate...?" [Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Yeah...?" ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica pouts and kicks at the dirt. "Dammit, teacher's are strict or something. Can't even relieve a little water." [Scions] ScionGM will brb and gets a refill on his drink. McNeil has partially disconnected. [Scions] Cassie .... [Scions] Cassie says, "Hrm. Idle a sec." Another floor, another bathroom for Zach to deface... Hm, looks like the third floor bathroom hasn't seen much graffiti action recently, either. That, or it's been lasered and refurbished not too long ago. Probably the smell's kept most of the would-be stall-writers out of here, Zach thinks to himself. It's been particularly bad the past few weeks, and though rumours abound as to why, no one really quite knows. Thankfully, that window is indeed open. And Zach takes advantage of it, gettin some fresh sniffs, before... Yep, those would be a group of Leatherfaces out there. Zach isn't sure whose truck that is, though. He knows it doesn't belong to any of the AK's (they all ride hoverbikes, natch), but whoever it is, it doesn't look good. Hm. Take out some 'Faces, or mind his own business and mark up another few bathroom walls. He's still got a half hour until the next period, so... What the hey. He's been meaning to rough up some rival gang members for awhile now, and he's really just killing time until ten anyways. Rolling his sleeves up a bit, Zach begins to crawl out the open window, balancing precariously as he prepares for the three-story drop to the ground. It might hurt, but he doubts he'll break anything. And if he does? Well, it won't be serious and he can heal it up in no time flat. Besides, this is the fastest way down and he doesn't run the risk of running into any hall monitors on the way either. [Scions] Sexy! Declan finds out he's here until 8 AM. Umn. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "You guys wanna RP a long while? ^_^" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Whyfore 8 am?" The young blonde woman's expression falls and Veronica sighs and rolls her eyes. Jerk. Dammit, how is she going to get through this? Okay, fine. She can take it. No pressure. She's a real woman, right? Yep. If she can handle her Uncle's lectures on behavior and responsibility, and deal with 'cousin freak' in the process, surely she can handle this one class. So, she takes another drink and just contents herself to surf through her computer terminal. Hmph. But her frustration doesn't last long as her mind is already wandering off to bigger and brighter things. What to do this weekend. Oh, yes...she's got to pick up her, ahem, gift. Well, not really a gift as she's paying for it. Maybe she'll arrange to grab it a few days early to be sure she doesn't run out. But if William catches her talking to that guy again...waitaminute! Hmm. Maybe if she had someone else pick it up for her. Yes, a delighted smile crosses her features as she leans her head on her hand. That would be perfect. And she might know just the person. Okay, now, maybe hit the club this weekend. Gotta put that fake ID to use after all.... [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "That's when the labtech comes in. :) It was either close now, or volunteer to stay until 8 AM." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica meeps. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "And since there are no other open labs..." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica wonders if she should trade her amaretto for caffeine.... [Scions] Zach says, "You're Eastern Dec? I'll see what I can do to help you out. ;)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "If it helps, I know your pain. Before I had access, I was in labs overnight that long before. Ugh." [Scions] Marcus says, "Pose around me for a sec. Having to do somethin'" [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil used to spend those nights on with Roni, if I remember properly. [Scions] Sexy! Declan nodnods. ^_^ Whether Junge catches Declan's eye as well as Errolyn, or not, Lyn pipes up regardless, "Sure.. why don't you meet me on the parking lot, for lunch? I'm going to toss this heavy thing into my mom's car, we can, get all questions out there..? " Her foot nudges the backpack once.. as she mentions 'heavy thing'. She trusts McNeil more than life itself, and if he says the fellow needs to be told about her.. private school as well, then he needs to be told as well, she's just not going to do it within the confines of the hallways. Though the elf's words, whatever may come next, halt in her throat as Aaron makes his way through. Her gaze narrows downward on the youth, mouth quirking to one side, waiting until he's fully out of ear shot, thus her attention is on him, when he ever so casually makes a point of saying 'bye' to Ms. Yee. Either the kid's got manors up the whazzoo, or that was just really obviously out of place. It does cause Errolyn a moments pause, enabling her to quirk a brow, then shrug it away. Her head tilts towards the door, red ringlets bounding about her shoulders, before she plucks up the pack, and begins to head on out. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica smiles and nodnods. "You sure did, Mac." [Scions] Sexy! Declan used to be on until 6 AM with you, too, Mac. ;) The look on Mac's face is one of... awkward stoic understanding. Or something like that. basically, he looks as he normally does,a s calm an mellow as ever. Yet, to the trained eye of his old friend, she may well note his awkwardness over this issue, as she wants to ask more, he wants... he wants to be a part of this as well, though he is not sure he is allowed to be. And to newfound friends he may well seem understanding, accepting and glad. Depends on how you look at him, perhaps. But he follows Errolyn, of course, not wanting her to get away so easily again. But before leaving he will bow to Ms. yee in appreciation for her helping him out, and then offer to carry Lyn's backpack for her, of course. If she will let him. But as he heads out of the office he is silent for a moment, his eyes following Aaron. Something about that boy...? He's not sure, but there's some commoninality in the unexplaineds that have happened in the last hour. But now is not the time for himt o press this... but he will mean to keep an eye on Aaron. "Declan, are you with us?" Verbally calling Deco in to join him and Lyn, he hopes his clothing and lodging provider will follow. And once out of the office Mac will explain further to Lyn, sharing Deco's secrets for him. In part. The boy does seem to be lost in some private conversation. "Declan knows of my father. Because of his father. Much the same way how your father knew mine." His own subtle hints. [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil was the late night king. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Damn, skippy!" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica still remembers those chicken and maple syrup quotes we got from those obnoxious late nights. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "And state troopers." Huh? (Type "help" for help.) [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Don't forget the state troopers." [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil points to his +finger/ooc quoteon Wally. [Scions] Sexy! Declan has lost track of where everyone is. Should I pose now or what? [Scions] ScionGM says, "Go ahead Deco. Back, btw. :)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Of course! State Troopers. Heh." [Scions] Sexy! Declan tugs at Sci. More! ^_^ More more more! ^_^ [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica LOL! [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Cub...that quote is /really/ fucked. But funny ;)" [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil just winks. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins and noogies. "I'm with you, Mac, Errolyn," comes Declan's voice from behind the two young mutants(!). After he gets his backpack again and quickly slings it back onto his shoulders, and catches up with them quickly and silently, he amends quietly, "But call me Dec. Or Deco. Or even Chance. Declan's what my folks call me; it tends to grate." Falling into step with them, he glances back over his shoulder with an irate look. "Especially when I never hear the end of it. -You- agree I wasn't picking on that funny-dressed chap, yeah? It's rather important." He walks and listens, and idly pushes his glasses up on his nose, and then he adds, "Though your father may not have known mine for very long at all." "Just what in the Hell do you think you are doing, young man?!" comes a determined shout from behind Zach as he begins his climb through the window. Obviously, his attention to the LeatherFaces was more consuming than one would have liked. One of the hallmonitors...damn. And now, Zach Talbot, renegade ganger has a choice. Run, even though he's likely to be caught on camera now (there are those outside, afterall) or deal with the hall monitor rent-a-cops. At least its human, and not one of those remotes. You can't bargain with a remote. In the meantime, as Aaron wheels down, Ms. Yee calls out after the lot of you. "Excuse me, Miss Wagner, Mr. McNeil, and Mr. Johannson...you aren't finished here," and despite the potential tone, she's still just as kind and warm sounding as usual. "Mr. Johannson and Mr. McNeil need to get their books, student ID cards and the like, while Miss Wagner, there are still a few more documents that need to be filled out. Sorry, Errolyn, but its school policy. We need these release forms read and signed by you and notorized and witnessed by myself." She smiles warmly then, "Then, after that, I'll personally write up the excused absence waiver for both Mr. Johannson and Mr. McNeil so you and your friends can say goodbye." Guh...more paper work. Didn't think you could all just slide away so easily? As if. And when any of you might happen to turn back around, happen a glance, Aaron is gone, having likely turned down one of the many hallways, going along on his delivery route. For Marcus and Veronica, time seems to just drag on and on and on...and so does Mr. Cossaro. By this point, most everyone is asleep, and even a few students in the farthest recesses of the classroom are snoring. Mr. Cossaro, of course, never misses a beat. Add another casualty to that list. Veronica just can't hold out any longer. Speedballing or no speedballing. She's met a force that defeats what even starts out as a good high. The fuckin' teacher from Ferris Bueller...well, she only saw that movie once in the classics section, but still, she remembers the guy. She finds herself doozing. Her head falling forward a bit, a cascade of golden hair falling to obscure her face now. Every so often, she snaps her head up, blinks once, and then starts doozing again. Okay, maybe she will need that pick me up at lunch. But its a strangely comfortable nap. Even though her heart is still racing, its a comfortable thud in her chest that acts to lull her just a bit, even if it won't let her quite sleep. The snatches of rest are perhaps refuge enough. [Scions] ScionGM LOLs [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica whistles. Ah, hell. That and a few other choice words are the first things to hit Zach's mind at the arrival of the hall monitor. And the teen wasn't even lucky enough to run into a new guy on the job. Like most of the rentaguards that the school uses, this one has run into Zach before. Whether he's seen his face already or not, Zach doesn't take any chances by turning around fully to give him a straight-on look. Instead, the young criminal flips off the older man, calling out, "What does it look like, stoop? Just call me a drop-out." Laughing quietly at his own joke, Zach then leaps out of the window, fighting hard the impulse to let out a 'yahoo!' as he plummets towards the ground. He's already got one guard on his tail, it wouldn't do to alert the whole school with his an adrenaline-spawned shout. He also briefly considers slowing his descent by firing off a bloodline - but there's no way he's going to chance getting that cought on school film. Nope, may as well just take his chances with an unassisted fall. If he rolls with it just right... Might not even have to heal anything up. Well, he can hope anyways. So, there he is, arms stretched out, wind blowing back his dark hair and puffing out his jacket, as the ground below rushes up to greet him. [Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Damn, Zach...determined boy!" [Scions] Zach says, "What, like the hall monitors haven't heard all my stories ten times before? ;)" "Oh God.." mutters Marcus as he leans forward and thuds his head into a waiting palm. Peering at Mr. Cossaro through the cracks between his splayed out fingers and staring with a zoned out look that just seems to say 'Why me' as the teacher drones on.. and on... and on...and on.. Out of the corner of his eye he watches as Veronica joins the list of the dying and manages a deep throated chuckle. He himself is well on his way but manages to hold out since..well lets face it. Anything he does is bound to get noticed slightly easier then one of the other random more standard sized students.. o O (Welcome to my hell..) is about all he can think as he borders between that 'kinda sleep but not quite' state and continues to stare at Mr. Cossaro through blurred eyes. A defeated sigh is let out - there is so damn much Errolyn wants to tell these two! So much she wants to share, to express, to get out into the light. Her gaze nearly intensifies at Junge's statement of Declan's father. A smile ten miles wide is offered towards him, gaze flashing with delight, curiosity - and eager anticipation on who it would be. Her eyes scan the boy intensily, from top, to bottom, not in a manor that indicates anything sexual, though it could be misread and misinterpreted as such. Errolyn's simply quite eager to find out - who is he? What stories can he bring, another of the old, finding the mold. The thought is stunning for one that has spent her life .. alone. Ms. Yee's words were.. almost.. missed, that is, until Errolyn is jarred awake from her obvious staring, as her name is called. Thus - the sigh of before, defeated, a shrug, and Errolyn turns on her heels, heading back in. "Of course, Ms. Yee, I guess I was trying to get out with these two cuties earlier than necessary." A wink is offered towards the lady, as a wide, genuine smile creeps into the elf's face. Though she's quick to turn back around, slinging the backpack onto the floor, to dart back towards the desk. "Did I mention how lovely that sweater is today, Ms. Yee? It picks up the color of your eyes quite well." [Scions] ScionGM LOLs at Marcus [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica snickers. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Lyn's being a ho! Two guys at once...I knew she wasn't all religious and innocent." [Scions] Marcus hehs [Scions] Cassie links her arms behind her back, and rocks back and forth on her heels. "Hello. Declan. Junge. All by myself? You gotta believe it, baby! ;)" [Scions] Zach hmphs. ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica makes Lyn a deal to swich off every few days? [Scions] Cassie hmns and listens? "Sounds like a plan to me." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Oh, yeah. Party time." Containing a disappointed sigh, Mac has to let Aaron go from his sight fully, as he is needed to return to the office to file out the proper papers, pick up his books (or in this day and age is it one assigned laptop like book, perhaps? Text and work guide all in one, for all classes?) "Of course, Ms. Yee. My apologies. I am new to this country, to your system of academics." Perhaps that will bluff it over enoze for having pulled You-... Errloyn and Deco, as he might wish to be called, away. it was in my eagerness to attend class." And thus he presents himself for what is required and to pick up what is needed. [Scions] Cassie says, "As long as you don't invite the MRA again." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica didn't invite them. "Besides, they're bad. Even I couldn't sleep with one of them." It's probably the fact that Declan's used to getting the elevator stare that lets him interpret Errolyn's gaze correctly - he reads it for what it is, curiosity, and just grins at her briefly. Give it time, he thinks, give it time. "So sorry, Ms. Yee, was it? A bit absentminded this morning, I am." It sounds like he's actually getting back to normal, somewhat. Mostly. Sort of. In truth? He's doing his level best to ignore the heckling of his father and - oh, today it's Lacy and Jim, as he looks. He also suppresses the urge to ask them sarcastically where everyone else is. Fucking great lot of tossers. As he waits for his ID and...uh...accessories, he absently fingers the little leather bag hanging from his neck. [Scions] Sexy! Declan might. [Scions] Sexy! Declan would have to sacrifice 'em to Cthulhu or something afterwards, though. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica hehs. [Scions] Sexy! Declan awws! [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "My coworker's so sweet! ^_^ ^_^" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Oh?" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "As he left, he gave me a cigarette. He saw me run out earlier. ^_^" [Scions] Cassie says, "Awww. That is sweet." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica hehs. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yes. Very frustrating that he's gay. :)" [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Is he cute too?" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Fuckyeah." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Quite a looker." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Turn him!" [Scions] Sexy! Declan could never hope to. [Scions] Cassie says, "Bummer." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica patpats. [Scions] Sexy! Declan oohs. "Ronnie, do you know what a knee trembler is? :)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica umms...."Not off hard and I'm very afraid to guess." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Off hand." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Heh heh. She said hard." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica whistles and coughs. You paged Veronica with 'Horried sex while standing up. ;)'. You paged Veronica with 'Hurried, rather.'. [Scions] Sexy! Declan pages it. >) From afar, Veronica laughs. "Ahhhhh." [Scions] Cassie says, "The only thing I can associate it with is getting 'weak at the knees'." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins and whistles. [Scions] Cassie wants to hear! ;) [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Cassie: Well, that's undoubtedly part of it, yes." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Hurried sex while standing up!" [Scions] Cassie laughs. "Aaah. ;)" [Scions] Cassie says, "That makes sense then. ;)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica hmms. "Wait, so that qualifies what I did last week during study hall...." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "See? Everything has a name..." WHOOSH! SPLAT! goes Zach as he free falls nearly forty feet, even as the familiar hall monitor leaps and shouts, "Hey! Don't!!", though his arms catch thin air. Zach's body impacts, legs first, though they quickly give out as he crumples to the ground. To a normal teen, a reg, that would likely be it for a few moments, perhaps even a broken bone. But as Zach knows full well, himself, he is no normal teen. So its but a moment's grunted pause that it takes Zach to recover from the numerous bruises, but the pain in his right leg will take a bit longer. Seems that the knee didn't fare too well in that drop. Nothing ripped, nothing broken, but definately strained. Give it a few minutes, and it'll be right as rain. During that time it will impede and slow, but the kid's tough; he's a ganger, one of the upper-crust of the thugs. Ms. Yee smiles warmly at Errolyn's compliment, "Oh? You do? Why thank you, Miss Wagner. We'll try and hurry this along as best we can, okay?" And she removes about half the stack of papers and forms, "Most of these are just duplicates, saying the same kind of 'mumbo-jumbo' that these others discuss, so we'll just review the essentials." And indeed, McNeil is quite correct. In this day and age, it is computerized. Text books consist of a datacard, about the size of a book of matches, that contains the necessary textbooks (not just book, we're talking an entire library of information here) as well as workbooks. These are then downloaded from the student's computer (at home, school, or where ever), while the system automatically scores and grades pre-programmed assignments and exams to each student's ID card, which is what reports their presence in class, as well as 'turning-in' homework. Many students still carry either personal laptops, or even some (the poor or the eclectic) that cart around old-fashioned notebooks. After a few moments, both students are given a packet of datacards, corrosponding with their classes. Science, math, English, gym, history, and their elective. Ms. Yee, leaving Errolyn to her reading, readies the camera so the ID cards can be issued. This is, apparently, a rather laborious task for the woman, as she sure seems to be taking her time with it. Veronica's and Marcus' potential dozing goes unnoticed, as does the snoring in the back, as they are verbally tortured by this inane prattle. Its really amazing no one has stood up and thrown their laptop at this droning excuse for a man, letting it careen off his shiney, over-sized forehead, knock those obnoxious glasses askew, and send him tumbling. Or rather, most have learned to just take it as an extra hour of sleep. [Scions] Cassie says, "See! Sucking up /does/ work, folks." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica hehs. [Scions] Cassie only has a few thousand things to read through.. now.. ;) *Smack!* He may be tough, but Zach Talbot is obviously no gymnast. That attempted roll with the fall ended up twisting his knee just the /wrong/ way as he crumples to the ground for a moment upon harsh impact. Another string of curses rises to his mind, though this time they slip off his tongue as well, likely loud enough to be heard by the monitor three stories up if he's got his head still poked out the window. Still... Despite the pain and the fall which could easily have been life-ending (or at least crippling) to a reg, Zach pushes himself to his feet after but a moment, grunting as he does so. Yep, that knee is tender all right. But dammit, those LeatherFaces are /up/ to something, and they're not going to make a bid for school supremacy again while Zach has anything to say about it. Testing out the weight on his temporarily bad leg, Zach winces, but begins hobbling ahead, taking it slow for now as his leg heals. And well, because he has to. It's kind of hard to move terribly fast with only one good leg. He doesn't give the hall monitor another glance though, not caring if the guy has seen his miraculous landing or not. An impish grin is offered to Ms. Yee, as Errolyn's bubbly personality, not fake, not sarcastic, not air headed just - friendly, open, truthful - charismatic, shines through, along with the words offered. "Oh - thank you, I really appreciate this, Ms. Yee." Collecting the papers, Errolyn settles into one of the chairs, pulling it up closer, before her gaze focuses in on the words, the dark lines blurring momentarily at the sheer amount, before Errolyn simply sets her shoulders, and focuses in on the task at hand. All the while, Declan and McNeil are busy getting their pictures taken, books put on file, lockers assigned and all that good stuff. A signature there, reading there.. waiting for Ms. Yee to finish so she can co-sign there, Errolyn just busies herself with getting things done. [Scions] Cassie says, "I hate to do this, but I really am not going to be able to hang out much longer tonight." [Scions] Cassie says, "fourty five minutes is my tops." [Scions] Cassie is simply dying. ;p [Scions] ScionGM nods, "I'm the same, Cassie, so no worries, we'll be ending VERY shortly. My next pose...then likely another...and we're done for this one." :) [Scions] Cassie's sorry but I have a really bad day coming up tomorrow, I'm beat, and a little sick still, and just can't make it past 11:30 or so. ;p [Scions] Cassie says, "11:45 at latest." Her head is collapsed on the desk now. That's right. Veronica is sleeping like a baby. There is the softest of snoring that can be heard from beneath the curtain of blonde that still obscures her face. Rude? You betcha. But it seems like she and half the class are in the same boat. Her hand is still gripping her water bottle, but the mutters slightly in her sleep as she turns her face the other direction. Her arms making wonderful pillows as the lecture is now summarily dismissed. Future note: Skip 1st hour. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Me, on the other hand...can we end at a point where I can schmebbs go after Zach since he can stay up until the sun comes up? :)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Water bottle, huh? Is that all that's in there?" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Vodka in Evian bottles was really popular at my HS." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica coughs and whistles. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Vodka and sprite. Wonderful mix that. Hardly detectable, and yummy." [Scions] Sexy! Declan ehns. "As far as I could tell, it was always straight vodka. But then, I went to Catholic school. :)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica icks. "How you can drink that and not look or smell so obvious?" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "*I* didn't do it. I was a good kid. :/ It was generally three particular kids, and they never bathed, which masked the odor."" To his credit, Marcus is holding out a little bit longer then Veronica. He simply continues to stare blankly ahead..although eventually he leans back and grunts some. Shaking his head back and forth a few times and then beginning to absently fiddle with his terminal to run through his schedule for the day. o O (Hm..skip this and that.. I think I'll head t'this one though but..hmm..gonna take an extra long lunch..) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica ewwws. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Schmebbs schmebbs schmebbs..." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica sneezes. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Gesundheit!" [Scions] Zach can likely rustle up a scene with you elsewhere if we cliff-hang here, Dec. ;) With a following bow and a kind word, McNeil accepts his materials, and promises to keep them secure. He'll have to anyway, as the foreign exchange rates are killer and it ha to be costing his 'family' back home enough as it is, to provide for him here. No need to waste their money. But, backing out of the office, now allowed to leave? He hopes, Mac plans to make it to some place more secluded, to speak about what it is Errolyn has seen and... allowed to become a part of. Something that Declanand himself may be aware of, but are not party to yet. Yet, hopefully. Once out of the office again, Mac begins again, "As you were about to say before...?" Yes, he's that hopeful. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica changes her Madonna music for...more Madonna music. [Scions] Cassie says, "You know that we are liiiiiiiiving in a ma-material world, and I am a ma-material girrrrrrrrl.." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins and does a little jig. *Flash!* *Flash!* goes the camera, snapping both Declan's and McNeil's digital photos, which will be imprinted on their necessary ID card. Their entire academic life...reduced to a credit card. "The cards will only take a few moments, gentlemen," she says, that joy-for-life smile still in place. Errolyn is likely almost finished with her reading as well. And, oh! "I see you are done already! Wonderful." And at that, while the computer processes the ID card, Ms. Yee busies hands Lyn the second half, mentioning, "Signature only," and proceeds, herself with stamping and signing the forms. Meanwhile, outside the building, Zach limps himself away from the building, eyes searching for the LeatherFaces, catching sight just as he spots them a good distance off, on the other side of those broad stone steps. They are running towards the side of Robert Kennedy High School, likely heading around back, their cargo still between them, likely thinking the shouts to stop are for them. Then, they are around the corner, gone from view, while still that hall monitor shouts and curses above. At the same time, inside the building, plans are proceeding a bit more smoothely. As Veronica begins to drift off into dreamland, and Marcus' mind wanders, both enthused and encouraged by the steady, sanity-rattling banter, it would seem that someone's vile and dire wish about Mr. Cossaro comes horribly true. First, it all starts with a loud and sudden *crash!* as the classroom's entrance, down at the lowest portion of the room, down where Mr. Cossaro just stopped droning, his head snapping to the side in surprise. There isn't even a heartbeat as one of those LeatherFaces, clad in their get-up comes bursting into the room, a...shotgun?!...in his hands, its lance of fire going *BOOM!* in the sudden silence, a deafening, overwhelming hammer of kinetic force splatters and impacts on Mr. Cossaro's head. Mr. Cossaro, headless, crumples like a rag-doll, as another LeatherFace swings himself into the room behind his partner, a...grenade?!...flying from his hand, and up into the student's 'stands'. Back with Errolyn, McNeil, and Declan, three floors below, the fire alarm rather suddenly goes off. "Oh my!" let's out Ms. Yee as jumps. [Scions] ScionGM hrms, "As /she/ jumps, rather..." [Scions] Cassie says, "That is." [Scions] Cassie says, "Disgusting." [Scions] Marcus says, "Uuummm---Eeeeeeeeeeew!" Gritting his teeth as he moves, pain still lances through Zach's leg - but at least it's starting to lessen. Still, he pushes himself to move even faster, especially as he catches a quick glimpse of the rival gangmembers disappearing around the back corner of the building. (Damn! They're already half-way done with whatever it is that they're up to...) O o . Zach thinks to himself, forcing himself to pick up the pace. . o O (Move it Zach, move it! Gotta keep up!) Unfortunately, it's just as he makes this silent motivation to himself, that a boom echoes out from somewhere up on the seventh floor... and then the fire alarm rings out from inside the building. . o O (Oh great... They're already inside doing hell knows what... Dammit!) Not one to sit out when there's any sort of action going on, Zach starts to run as best he can, leg gaining stability with every step. Hoping to track down the ones that he saw outside, and find out just what in the name of Sam Hill is going on. [Scions] Cassie says, "Move it Zach! Move it!" [Scions] Cassie LOL!!! [Scions] Cassie says, "Don't you hate it when they get the drop on you? O:)" [Scions] Zach says, "I /hate/ it when they get the drop on me!" [Scions] Cassie laughs more. [Scions] Cassie says, "Thats rich, I love it." [Scions] ScionGM LOLs And once Declan's secured his school stuffs and given Ms. Yee a charming grin and a mock salute, he begins once more to head out (again!) with Lyn and Mac. This time, it seems, he's back to himself completely. Look, he's even backpedaling, walking in front of them. Bouncy again. Aaron's worn off entirely; for once the gang've shut up. He's not currently doing anything soulcrushingly stupid, see. "Good-oh, all set, let's be off, go places, do stuff. Day of freedom, innit? Excused absence? Time for tea and talk? My place is close, it's--" And then the fire alarm begins to peal, and Declan freezes like a deer in headlights. What the FUCK is that sound? Armagideon time! After a couple of seconds, his self-preservation instincts kick in and he bolts for the exit. He likes his hide in one piece. Someone more afraid of dying you've probably never met. Hero? Huh? Hey, Errolyn is no stranger to fire drills, that is the first thing that comes to her mind, a fire drill, yet another one, didn't they already have one last week? She's almost ready to wrinkle her nose and begin the necessary fire drill escape routes - when Ms. Yee's reaction startles her completely. Hey, if Ms. Yee didn't know about it, maybe it /isn't/ a drill? Still, perhaps the lady is simply acting out the part? (Since when have staff been known to act?) Hmn. Swift to attempt to take charge, Errolyn's voice booms out over the fire alarm. "Everyone get out of the office and head towards the nearest fire escape." Her lithe and nimble form is already leaping towards the door, hopping straight out of her chair one hand plants onto the arm of the chair, a swift bounding leap upwards, a graceful flip into the air, landing a good four feet backwards, before she swiftly makes her way towards the proper fire escape route. "I'm sure everyone knows the drill - single file, don't panic, probably some idiot just pulled the alarm, or yet another drill." She begins, smiling that charismatic grin, Cub and Declan having already made it out the doors before Errolyn could... She's directing those in the office, casting her gaze out into the hallway once, as she waits for everyone inside to head out and along the 'proper' place of exit. [Scions] Sexy! Declan oos! This kid just came in with hair that's at least 10 colors! [Scions] Cassie ooooooohs. "Coool." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "And he listens to Portishead and Soul Coughing!" [Scions] Cassie would hate to be his beauticial though. [Scions] Cassie says, "Beautician." [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Skip me, I'm outside." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Nah, it looks home-done." [Scions] Cassie idly inquires though - then decides not to, surely sounding quite ancient and out dated if she did ask. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "What? :)" [Scions] Cassie says, "Who're they? ;)" Mmmm. Money. Mmmm. More money. Mmm. He's cute.... There's a bit of a sigh and whimper that sounds miraculously similar to that of a kitten as Veronica turns and buries her head a bit further into the crook of her arm. Cheesecake. Oh, yeah. There is the smallest murmur from her lips. "Say my name...*sniff*...say it, you -- " Boom. Crash. Veronica sits bolt upright in her chair and it takes her a few moments to try and figure out what the hell is going on. Unfortunately, its just in time to see Mr. Cossaro's headless body slump to the floor. Veronica is literally stunned into full alertness. Is this some kind of strange dream? But then the screams are heard and she shakes her head slowly to herself, just staring at the body. No. Unfortunately, she gets the feeling its not. Then her eyes dart to the door and she sees the perp right there, both of them even. "Son of a bitch...." She mutters beneath her breath. "Everybody, run!" She shouts to the other students, even as she dashes toward the two Leatherfaces, maybe being late today was a benefit that puts her close to the front. Or maybe it would be. Its really a good thing she hasn't noticed the blood splatters on her. But these guys are either getting out of the way so that the students can get clear, or she's moving them by force. Either way, works for her. But even as she moves, its like going through molasses, a slow motion she doesn't even comprehend through her own numbed shock. Instincts working more than anything else. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Oh! No worries, they're only well-known to indy-music-freaks like me and, say, Andy. And Rob-ex-Jack-at-ZH. And maybe Ronnie." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins and knows and likes both. [Scions] Sexy! Declan woos! ^_^ [Scions] Cassie aahs. ;) [Scions] Cassie doesn't feel so old then. ;) [Scions] Sexy! Declan hee hees. "so Cassie, how about them Bangles?" [Scions] Zach has heard the names, but wouldn't recognize them if he heard 'em. [Scions] Cassie says, "Ouch. ;)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan ducks! :) [Scions] Cassie says, "That was low.. low!! ;)" [Scions] Cassie says, "True.. but low!! ;)" [Scions] Zach bahs. "Bangles are old news. ;) A-ha just came out with a new album though. ;)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Didja get the...uh...not-so-new Alan Parsons...? :)" [Scions] Cassie is sadly out of date when it comes to any new/oldnew music. [Scions] Sexy! Declan is totally just being a jerk. :) [Scions] Cassie is lucky she knows what Napster is. ;) [Scions] Cassie says, "Oh. ;) Well, I don't even know who Alan Parsons is. ;)" [Scions] Cassie says, "Ask Zach. ;)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "The Alan Parsons Project!" [Scions] Cassie is woefully ignorant when it comes to music. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "But you saw Austin Powers, right? :)" [Scions] Cassie is sad to say; yes. [Scions] Cassie says, "Only because my sister insisted." [Scions] Zach is proud to say he's seen neither AP movie. ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica flips through her IC appointment book. "Ah,yes. There it is. Therapist at 3:00 on Thursday. Maybe I'll move it up a day or two." The movements of Marcus are so abrupt as he snaps upright that his body literally collaspes the chair beneat him. The display /would/ have been comical had it not occured at this period in time. He's so stunned by this happening that as the stampede of students occurs around him he doesn't react immediatly at first.. But his eyes do note the movement of Veronica /towards/ the two Leatherfaces, "What's she doing!?" he snarls under his breath before finally bucking his huge frame upright and beginning to move quickly..or at least as fast as he can since he's not necessarily the fastest man on two feet. Like Veronica his steps take him towards the front of the room..heading /towards/ the Leatherfaces as well like a man insane. Intending on going after her to try and drag her the hell out of here. Around him the student body surges and screams assualt his ears along with the smell of fresh blood that stings his nostrils. He doesn't even look at the body of Mr. Cossaro. He's tough but some things can drive the unprepared over the edge, including someone that makes a seven foot tall person look 'normal' sized. [Scions] Cassie grins. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Oh man...drool..." [Scions] Cassie suddenly realizes - holy snit. GM! ARGH! Once Lyn finds out they're going after teachers.. Mom. ARGH! ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica wipes a tear from her eye. "Oh, wow...Marc isn't gonna just run over me!" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "The multicoloredhair guy...even though he's got a bent paperclip theough his lower lip piercing...yum..." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Er, through." [Scions] Cassie rubs her lip. "That has got to hurt." [Scions] Cassie says, "Ugh. Kissing. That'd be a pain! Literal." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Either there are a -lot- of cute people at this school or it's just been way too long since I've gotten laid." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica hmms and tends to shy away from guys who have more piercing visible on their body than I've had. "And I tend to stick with one, even two hair colors, and they don't have to be his, even." ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica doesn't comment. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "It's lovely, though! Blue, and green, and purple, and blond, and black...and he's this totally lean and toned and tanned as all fuck Islander kid...and he has amazing taste in music....ah shit..." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica fans Dec. [Scions] Cassie o.O [Scions] Cassie says, "He sounds yummy. ;)" [Scions] Cassie says, "Minus the lip thing." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica fans Cassie. [Scions] Zach just hmphs and shakes his head. ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica points and mocks Zach! [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Like most things, once the sweeling goes down, it doesn't hurt any more. Piercings that is. I'm not sure it would hurt." [Scions] Cassie rubs her lip. [Scions] Cassie says, "Yeah, but can you imagine kissing it? Ow! Ouch! Hey! Where's my lip ring.. *gulp*. Uhm.." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica uses that as a rule of life: Like most things, once the swelling goes down, it doen't hurt anymore. [Scions] Cassie says, "Well, wait a few days it'll show up.. somewhere.." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica whistles. From afar, McNeil bites his lip. [Scions] Cassie says, "Ah, the mundane thoughts when one is totally loopy. ;)" [Scions] Cassie wonders what the hell she just took. [Scions] Zach grins at Cass. [Scions] Cassie says, "Mom gave me a couple pills, and I have no idea what they were." [Scions] Cassie just plopped them in my mouth and took a drink of water. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Funny, I was just about to dose myself with the wonder of wonders...cold medication." [Scions] Cassie says, "Ag! She gave me vitamens I just know it." Long distance to McNeil: Declan licks! From afar, McNeil just really decides to shut up tonight. The first floor, out by the lobby, becomes a chaotic mass, as teachers try to control students from the rather unannounced fire alarm. Yes, there are drills, although the surprised looks on the faces of the teachers was a surefire alert to the students. There is some presence of mind, however, as Mr. Ruso, the gym coach for the Freshmen class, stands in front of that windowall and raises his voice over the alarm, "EVERYBODY REMEMBER THE DRILL!! CALMLY EXIT, NOW!" At the same time, outside, that truck, that distant pickup truck, the one facing the front of the school, the one that was wiggling and bouncing a bit earlier, the one that has the neighboring, cloaking tree, the very one that Herman the Geek, the Dinky, the Fluffer just bought, comes screeching and peeling from its distant parked spot, though not a driver in sight. And it comes rumbling, faster and faster and faster up that corridor of parked cars, its direction uncannily straight, its course, if undisturbed, will take it directly for those broad, front steps of the school...and to its entrance. The madhouse of Mr. Cossaro's history class is a panicked stampede. Veronica's words, apparently, go unheard, as most of the students panic. Some charge down the stadium seats, perhaps heeding the teen Worthington's words, perhaps not, while others scream, and others merely sit there stunned. The surprise is evident on one of the two LeatherFaces' faces, the one that hurled the grenade scant seconds before, and he gets bodily rammed aside by the charging Veronica, while his cohort, already ducking back, dives through the doorway. Marcus picks himself up, even as a few students stream around his bulk and finds himself mere steps behind the foolhardy Roni. Inadvertantly, perhaps, his towering form might very well be Veronica's life saver, as, yes, that grenade goes off. Its a terrible sound, a loud, ear-drum rattling bang, one that impossibly drowns out the screams of the students in the classroom. Shrapnel tears through the air, kicked up by the concussive force of the handbomb. Fortunately for those that ran, the grenade detonated higher up in the stands than intended, so most of the blast arched over the heads of those a few stands below. Those at the ground level, however, are greeted with a small rain of metal, wood, and cement, as well as a strong kinetic push. And while debris rains down around his gigantic form, the worst that Marcus receives is a solid kick of kinetic energy to his backside, at worst forcing a forward stumble to regain balance. Ironically, the body-slammed LeatherFace was not so lucky, having take a large chunk of flying wood to the upper chest. Ouch. Sadly, he is not the only casualty, however, as tell-tale by the screams throughout the room. Meanwhile, the lobby continues to fill as students rush madly, while elsewhere in the building, more *BOOM!*s ring out, followed quickly by screams. No, its definitely something more than a fire drill. Students now run and scream, pressing into those doors, proving them to be too few. They are beginning to stream down those broad stone steps, as someone, likely Mr. Russo, spots the approaching, speeding pickup, but manages only a weak, "Oh good lord..." while another affirms the sight with a new level of screaming. [Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Lyn has to go now? Should we break in the middle of !chaos!?" [Scions] Cassie hates to go now ... o.O [Scions] Cassie says, "Whene veryone else can stay." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica huggles Cass. [Scions] Cassie will stay a bit longer. [Scions] Cassie says, "Another round, if everyone else can." [Scions] ScionGM says, "Well, Cassie...we can pause, if you want, but either way this issue ends on a cliff-hanger...okay...it'll be done with my next pose." [Scions] Cassie says, "GM, quick question." [Scions] ScionGM nods? [Scions] Cassie says, "We're heading out the back, or the front and which floor were we?" [Scions] ScionGM says, "First Floor...front exit..." [Scions] Cassie was afraid you'd say that. [Scions] Cassie says, "H'okay! ;)" [Scions] ScionGM laughs, "But of course...you knew I would...." You paged McNeil with 'It's okay, she's a pain! :)'. [Scions] Marcus says, "Awww..we're pausing. Well it is 3Am. Well this is my last pose then :)" From afar, McNeil just shrugs. Its pure adrenaline at this point. Though in the back of her mind she knows she has to get out and quickly. But perhaps the seconds it took to move the Leatherface were crucial ones indeed. She half slips in the blood covered floor, but nimbly regains her balance, even as hears the resounding *BOOM* from the grenade going off in the upper portions of the stand. The debree is already flying and she pays no attention at all to the fact that the poor Leatherface catches some of it right in the chest. Let him rot in hell. But its the kinetic concussive force that comes along with it that is the truly part. Lucky for Marcus that he's able to retain most of his balance in the midst of it, he's a rock afterall. But Veronica isn't quite so lucky, even with the man playing blocker with some of the nastier stuff, she is thrown a few feet further toward the front of the class, just past the teacher's desk, her head slamming against the wall hard. Though even as she lays there a moment, she's still moving if only cursory. Not knocked out, but apparently knocked senseless. Moving along the outside of the building, it isn't long before Zach sees the lurching form of the pickup truck, speeding its way deliberately towards the front doors to the school. Though he hasn't always been the sharpest knife in the drawer, it doesn't take a genius-level intellect for Zach to figure out what's up, and why the truck doesn't have anyone manning the wheel. His face actually pales slightly witht he realization of what's happening, a simple oath escaping his thick lips. "Oh, fuck..." It's a bomb. It has to be. Zach doesn't know what the blasts were inside, or why the fire alarm has went off... but it's obvious that the LeatherFaces aren't planning on taking any prisoners with this one. And while the Asian-american teen has never had any great love for the education institution, even he knows that there are limits. And boy, has one been broken here. Blowing open the front of the school? This is something that even Zach can't let happen. Heedless of his leg which hasn't yet fully healed, Zach draws energy from what reserves he has left, sprinting towards the runaway truck, stretching his arms out infront of him as he does so. He doesn't think about cameras or witnesses at this point, just moves in a synthesis of instinct and reaction, a wet *splurk!* sounding out as twin cables of sinew and bone erupt from his forearms. A fine crimson mist sprays about his wrists as Zach fires off the bloodlines, the barbed tips of bone shooting forward at nigh-impossible speeds through the air, yellow-white tendons circling inwards slightly as they hone in on the pickup truck. A shout sounds out from his throat at the same time, adding to the urgency of the motion. "Arrrghhh!" His objective? To ensare the vehicle and stop it from running into the building. He knows he can't possibly get to it in time to disarm the bomb - if he even knew /how/ to disarm a bomb - but hopes that he can at least slow down the truck so that the blast won't destroy the school. And if he can pull that off... Well, maybe the blast won't destroy him, either. Marcus , on the other hand, barely blinks. Thats about it. The force of the impact does cause him to stumble forward slightly but thankfully he manages to retain his balance. Giving the eeire impression of being some vast immovable objects to those that actually are looking in his direction and see the explosion as it occurs. His sheer presence probably saved some lives and blunted signifgant force where those infront of him, including Veronica are concerned. The sheer fact that it happened does stun him mentally. He can't believe this is happening and his eyes seem zoned out even as his body is pumped and pushing from the adrenaline racing through it. Eventually he shake shis head as if tossing the spiderwebs aside and continues his movements forward. It occurs to him that people probably just saw him shrug a grenade blast off as easily as human might shrug a fly slamming into it..but he doesn't really care anymore. Not given the circumstances. He quickly approaches Veronica and the Leatherfaces. Veering directly towards her as he sees her go down and to the floor. His big hands shoving desks in his way to the side. It's then that he catches sight of the headless body for the first time but to his credit he manages to push that feeling that threatenst o come up from his gut back down. Instead continuing on to Veronica and unwittingly right into the midst of this chaotic mess. [Scions] Sexy! Declan oohs, I got a reprieve. You could totally freak out at this point, you could utterly go into a state of shocked, frozen, unable to think, unable to move terror. Sure. After all - there are explosions going off, there are people screaming, and just as you instruct those in the office towards the front door - the sound of a truck swiftly approaching can be heard above even the yells of those frightened, scared students. Errolyn doesn't hesitate, not once, from within the pockets of her jacket, out pops a small piece of technological wander shaped in the form of an 'X'. This is beyond her training, this is beyond her level of fixing up. She only hopes - with everything that is going on, that certain someone, or someone(s) she's calling will answer, pick it up, and respond. Quickly. Punch. Punch. Down goes the 'X', before Errolyn slips it once again into her pocket. What the hell do you do? What can you do? In Errolyn's mind, she supposes, there is only one thing - stop the most immediate threat. Considering there are no individuals shooting - yet, Errolyn opts that must be the truck that is ramming towards the school. The trouble is - how the heck do you get past a crazed mob of people rushing in, then back out at the sight of the truck? Errolyn opts for a simplier route. Her eyes try and find Junge's, wishing like anything she was connected - "Stay calm! Everyone!" Her voice rings out, though is naturally unheard, she has to do this.. the hard way. With a graceful, acrobatic, and nimble leap upwards, Errolyn bolts over an ensemble of children crowded around the doorway, once there, she begins the task of simply wall-crawling along the side of the inside of the building, auburn waves dancing over her shoulder as she crawls along the wall - moving to exit the door, from above through the /top/ of the building, rather than even begin to mess with the crowd. Thus - she's just given away exactly what she is - after all, you don't just crawl along the side of a building like a damn spider, making your way out the doors from the top, instead of normal walkthrough.. but well.. there are just some situations where - you have to do what you have to do. Too bad she didn't get the chance to view Zach's attempt at moving the truck, she's still getting out of the building right now, head just beginning to peak out, as she swiftly crawls towards the outside building wall. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica GASPS! [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "FREAKS!" [Scions] Zach sniffs! "I have in my contract that I only have to do one heroic act per every twenty issues, and this was it... And you /missed/ it, Lyn! I'm hurt! ;)" [Scions] Cassie had a few hundred students in my way, Zach. ;) Sorry. ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica says, "Sorry, bud. Gonna have to just impress her with your smooth, poetic stylings." [Scions] Zach also notes to Veronica, we may be freaks, but we're not licking lineoleum either. ;) [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica mutters and hmphs, and just continues to chew on debree. [Scions] Sexy! Declan doesn't have to do -any- heroic acts. Ahahaha. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica would be utterly impressed, though. [Scions] Cassie blahs. [Scions] Cassie says, "Wander=wonder. :p :P" Decidedly already on the outside, McNeil does what he can from where he is. His head is spinning, reeling as he attempted to reach out in a vain hope of finding Errolyn with his untrained senses. He has no training in this, no skill... and he pays the price, as a wave of panic washes over hi, froma ll of those frightened and paniced 'Wilds' around him. Fortunately, the one voice he was searching for calls out and this is enough to pull him out of his shell-shock, enough to act. Still 'spread out' with his mind, he attempts to influence, not search, to calm those streaming past him. Even a little. Will it work? It depends on the individual, completely, but hopefully it will be enough to help Errolyn to make an easier escape to the outside. And Mac to the inside. It's not an easy task, even if some of the people are calmed. he still has to push *agianst* those that are not. With a hobbling injured leg. But there's not much he can do from out here. If he can get back to the doorwy out, he can help people as they leave with his powers. Hopefully. And, see, that sexy weasel Declan is already long out the door and getting the hell away from the school, but - ahh, man. The truck. Barrelling for the door. He skids to a halt, cursing up a storm. Let's tune in, shall we? "...and this is total bollocks! You can't fucking well make me! What if I get killed, eh? What then? Are you going to bloody well come to hell to get me out? Are you? No, you're not! You're already fucking well -dead-, see? I'm not going to run into the bleeding inFERno and get my head shot off, so you can fucking stick it right up your ghostly bloody arse, toerag!" Shouting at the air, even as he's rifling through the back compartment of his scooter. A bit of leather, and...nothing for it. No twine. He bends down, still yelling for all he's worth, and unties his shoe; unthreads the lace and starts wrapping it around the leather. With a spiteful, bitter jerk, he yanks out a pen knife and pauses in the wrapping, carving with practiced swiftness a couple of arcane symbols; he returns to the wrapping and bites out the words, "Kwaai leer seun wees gaaf." Afrikaans, if anyone's interested. One of those fun little language tidbits. [Scions] Sexy! Declan ers. Shit. And, see, that sexy weasel Declan is already long out the door and getting the hell away from the school, but - ahh, man. The truck. Barrelling for the door. He skids to a halt, cursing up a storm. Let's tune in, shall we? "...and this is total bollocks! You can't fucking well make me! What if I get killed, eh? What then? Are you going to bloody well come to hell to get me out? Are you? No, you're not! You're already fucking well -dead-, see? I'm not going to run into the bleeding inFERno and get my head shot off, so you can fucking stick it right up your ghostly bloody arse, toerag!" Shouting at the air, even as he's rifling through the back compartment of his scooter. A bit of leather, and...nothing for it. No twine. He bends down, still yelling for all he's worth, and unties his shoe; unthreads the lace and starts wrapping it around the leather. With a spiteful, bitter jerk, he yanks out a pen knife and pauses in the wrapping, carving with practiced swiftness a couple of arcane symbols; he returns to the wrapping and bites out the words, "Kwaai leer seun wees gaaf." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Afrikaans, etc. :P" [Scions] Cassie really really really really has to go, asap, right now, I'm in so much shit. Argh. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica merps and hugs Cass. Huh? (Type "help" for help.) [Scions] Sexy! Declan snugs! :( [Scions] Zach has a log running Cass, so you can grab the cliffhanger stuffs from me tomorrow. [Scions] Cassie waits a minute longer... ;/ [Scions] Cassie hears a whoooooooooole lot of shit. WEeeeeeeeeeeeeee. [Scions] Marcus says, "If you gotta go Cass, go. It is late, yeah." [Scions] Cassie's mom is just reaaaaaaaaaaaally bitching up a storm. Fun. ;p On and on and on and on. ;p [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica ughs and icks and acks. [Scions] Cassie says, "Crap I can't wait. ;p" [Scions] Cassie goes. Errolyn has disconnected. The madness continues, students screaming and running, teachers attempting to control, while someone's already called the cops, as the the wail of their approaching sirens and squad hovercars can vaguely be heard. The fleeing teens pay them little regard, as does Zach, for, at the moment, they are the least of the problem. Those bone-arrows pierce the fiberglass body of the truck with ease, their barbed tips wedged within the vehicle's steel frame. The truck continues to speed past him...then his sinew tethers draw taut, the truck gives a sharp yank, causing the young Talbot to stumble forward. Then, amazingly, the teen ganger pulls /back/ and the light-framed, rather cheap, mid '90s pickup actually veers sharply to its side. Unfortunately, its forward momentum had not halted, and the truck does a sudden flip. Sadly, those tethers work both ways, and the sudden rolling of the truck reels those twin lines with incredible force, throwing Zach up, into the air and yanking him in towards the, now, overturned truck. While in mid-flight, the truck, indeed laden with explosives, turns into a metal fireball and debris-cloud. Zach is hurled into the expanding explosion, and is suddenly halted, pausing for a mere blink of an eye in mid-air, then finds his world going black as his rag-doll body hurls out into the parking lot, only to *crash!* down on someone's car. And the cacophany of terror is now joined with the steady blaring of a car alarm. Thankfully, the truck had full flipped, so its solid underside and walls directed the explosion /down/ into the ground. Yes, the truck rockets up into the air, arching like a short-lived rocket, and comes crashing back down, a fiery junkheap, some thirty feet away. Unbeknownst to the unconscious Zachary, he was just one Hell of a hero and life-saver. McNeil's calming influence seems to have an amazing effect, as it at least keeps the stampede aware enough not to trample one another...thankfully, not all humanity has been lost in this catastrophe. And while his fight to get inside is akin to a bass swimming upstream, he does make headway, the students merely streaking around him. Inside the warzone of the history room, living and uninjured students blindly run out into the hallway, even as more shotgun retorts rip and more thundrous grenades tear. Marcus, however, makes it easily to Veronica, Mr. Cossaro's desk tossed aside like a child skipping a stone on a lake, and the young, stunned woman is scooped in his large hands. And as Errolyn crawls and clings her way to safety, she hears...or rather feels...the voice of Hank McCoy within her mind, ~Errolyn? It is Doctor McCoy.~ and even in this mysterious mental rapport, she can make out his immediate concern, ~What is wrong? Is everything alright?~ Meanwhile, as the LeatherFaces begin to herd their peers towards some unknown goal, they continue their brutal mowing down of fleeing students. And far, far below them, in the deepest recesses of the school, down with the primary generator for the school, sits a timid and focused Herman the Geek, surrounded by several other LeatherFaces...and a madly grinning Aaron Wiles. While Herman stoops and works on something next to the humming and buzz generator, six more LeatherFaces make their panting, running, and flush-faced way in...all carting a rather large, black, rectangular box. "Good!" Aaron exclaims, "You made the party!" and he turns to Herman and says, "Okay, Herman...you know what to do." And Herman, who looks up to Aaron like the younger brother to the elder, smiling broadly, does know what to do. Even as he moves to the recently arrived cargo, the LeatherFaces are opening it up, and the Dink squeaks, "Ahhh...time to get to work." [Scions] ScionGM grrrrs and lags. You paged ScionGM with 'It's not readily apparent, but this is the reasoning: He's got leather and is performing a binding against it, and the leather symbolizes the gang (but as it's not one person, it's a gang, it's not quite as strong - if strong at all); he's trying to prevent them from committing acts of evil. The symbols carved in the leather were runes invoking a Power dependent on whose language he used to call on it; since he used Afrikaans and very little ceremony, he'll probably bother some not-particularly-inclined-to-help and probably very sleepy South African gods. The words translate roughly as 'bad leather boys do no evil', and he picked Afrikaans since it's a set he hasn't pissed off yet. You can tell he's -really- into contributing, here. ;P '. [Scions] ScionGM dammits, "How long did I miss her by?" From afar, ScionGM laughs and nods and will consider for the next session. :) [Scions] Zach says, "A minute or so... I'll get her the log though." [Scions] ScionGM nods, "Thank you, Zach. Arrg! Only a minute. Bleh." :P [Scions] Zach mans. "Truck bombing the front of the school isn't enough, they're going to blow the generators too?" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica points at Zach. "Now you're eatting metal. Instant karma." Long distance to ScionGM: Declan hehs, and blushes, "Also because for some reason I stumbled upon a dictionary, and couldn't think of anything better to do. :/ 's almost 4 AM. :) Sorry. :(" From afar, ScionGM laughs, "I think its a perfectly logical attempt. Doesn't mean it will do a damned bit of good...but its better than doing nothing at all..." Long distance to ScionGM: Declan laughs. "Yeah, and that's what Dec would try to convince his dad of. :)" Long distance to ScionGM: Declan shuts up now. [Scions] Sexy! Declan waves his icky implements at Ronnie. [Scions] Zach says, "We pausing here then?" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica usually likes that though, Dec. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "No, not kinky sex toys. Creepy magic tools." [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica icks and ewwws. [Scions] ScionGM smiles, "That's the end of issue #2, bud...we pick up with issue #3, while you all can go ahead and do RP that occured over the past weekend in the interim." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "But we did that already! :)" [Scions] Zach hrms. "Dangit, Zach's the only one who knows that Herman Dinky and Aaron were getting together too. But... They're early! Those bastards. ;)" [Scions] ScionGM laughs and winks. [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica mutters and fehs. [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "What're -you- complaining about? Marcus is carrying you." ---- Recall end ---- [Scions] ScionGM smiles, "Well...some questions will be answered...but more likely raised, with next issue. In the meantime...excellent RP, folks. Sorry I was a bit out of it at times. But you all were wonderful." [Scions] Zach enjoyed himself. :) [Scions] ScionGM giggles and blew you up. % "More" paging enabled. Use TAB to scroll. [Scions] Zach grins. "Yeah, but I'll get better. ;)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "And BTW -- in order for me to get the entire log, including the desc of the room we're in from our initial entrance, I had to /recall 700 lines." [Scions] ScionGM says, "Gotta love that healing factor. ;)" [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Just from tonight." [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "We're pretty freaking verbose." [Scions] ScionGM laughs [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica grins as its all in her evil plan to seduce him! "Except we barely are on speaking terms." ;) [Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yeah, you're thaat rich bitch. ;)" [Scions] Li'l Angel Veronica beams. "Yep." [Scions] Marcus heees Title set to 'Not Bloody Likely' on channel Scions. [Scions] ScionGM says, "Night all!" [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "Night!" ScionGM has disconnected. [Scions] Marcus says, "She's just very curious." Zach stretches and idles a couple. [Scions] Not Bloody Likely Declan says, "In the English sense of the word or the American?"