---- Recall start ----
[Scions] Cassie says, "Last one was a b!@@h. ;)"
[Scions] ScionGM laughs and doesn't doubt it. "We...well...Deco and I...can really babble uncontrollably at times."
[Scions] Cassie can too, really. ;)
[Scions] ScionGM laughs and shoves Cassie in there, too, then. ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan is back! Sorry it took so long; lab was full.
[Scions] Cassie hugshugs.
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Okay...soup's down and in the belly...time will tell now. But, for now, I have an opener to start with...as soon as Deco wakes...aha!"
[Scions] ScionGM says, "No...let me correct that, I have an opener to type up."
Cassie pages: Want me to port ya to the school? Quick easy?
You paged Cassie with 'Please?'.
Robert Kennedy High School
        Offering the latest in educational technology, including a computer installed into every desk, the latest and greatest teaching methods, and one of the most architecturally pleasing campuses around, Robert Kennedy High School is the sample of the future. A future where the generation of tomorrow will learn, via the very best that the public dollar can afford, the skills necessary to propel America forward, keeping it in the 'top dog' slot for all eternity.
        The building itself is a work of wonder, a relatively squat looking thing, built of solid blocks of darkened stone (most likely prefabricated), running in shades of dark gray to brown to black. Broad steps, bifurcated by several metal railings and flanked by twin welcoming statues of the school's namesake, lead to the front 'windowall' of the building. Numerous glass doors break the tinted, windowed expanse, allowing freedom of movement for mass traffic.
        The interior is lined with lockers, for the student body numbers well over six thousand, occasionally separated by doors to the innumerable classrooms. There are eight levels to the school, in all, with the school administrative offices, gym, and the like filling the main, ground floor (although that is actually the fourth level). The upper four levels, 5-8, are dedicated to one year of schooling for each floor; freshmen classes dominate the first floor (or 5th level), sophomore on the second (6th), juniors on the third (7th), and seniors on the fourth floor 'above ground' (8th level). The three levels below the ground floor, or the sub levels (1-3) are reserved for the registered mutant students (regardless of scholastic year) on the 1st sub-level, storage of additional desks, computer goods, and general spare parts make up the 2nd sub-level, while the maintenance, power generators, and reserve generators fill the 3rd sub-level.

Contents:
Zach
Errolyn
ScionGM(#46PXJUnc)
McNeil
Veronica(#516PJnc)
Obvious exits:
Enter <E>  Harlem <H>
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Okay, so, someone else is loigging? :) And Mac - did Ronnie give you a ride or are you on my scooter like a good little neo-Mod?"
[Scions] Cassie has a log going. ;)
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "He's right *cough* behind ya ;)"
[Scions] Cassie says, "Though it doesn't hurt to have a couple."
[Scions] Zach has one going as well. :)
[Scions] Cassie bites her lip.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan wolf-whistles.
[Scions] Cassie says, "Veronica!! ;)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica hugs the Cassie!
[Scions] Cassie nearly spewed pepsi all over my screen. ;)
[Scions] Cassie's gonna keep Cassie on the channel instead of Lyn, to preserve log editing, if thats okay with everyone?
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Perfectly. We get the same cuteness with either/or, right?"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan grinners.
ScionGM heads towards Harlem.
ScionGM has left.
ScionGM arrives from Harlem.
ScionGM has arrived.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "So, um, did people pose entrances and stuff? Should I? What?"
[Scions] ScionGM had to check something. :)
[Scions] Cassie says, "Nope, nothings been done yet, Dec. Waiting on GM. :)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Righto!"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica guesses she can pose her arrival or something. "I dunno if GM is gonna start us in class, or before school? As I need to do something before class...."
[Scions] Zach was actually hoping he could come in late to class. >:)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "He said to do early morning arrivals and stuff, right?"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica needs to in order to pass on some stuff. "So, it would have to be before class for me."
[Scions] Cassie says, "Sorr Zach. Looks like early morning detention for you. ;)"
[Scions] ScionGM grins, "It'll be before school starts..."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan like, doesn't have a locker yet...or anything...and my mom is a bitch so she won't bring me to school on my first day or anything...so by damn Cubbie better show me where the office is...rot...haha...
[Scions] Zach grumbles. ;)
[Scions] Cassie says, "Oh as if you haven't gotten it several hundred thousand million times before.."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica waits to the GM boy to give the good word then.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "(Actually, she's not a bitch, she's just bloody well knackered...can't even walk...seven in the morning...disgraceful, it is.)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica blinks and looks innocent!
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Oh, wait...he's talking about his mama. Whew."
[Scions] Cassie laughs.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan | so...if you want, go ahead and do some minor, early morning arrival stuff...you know, the two or three pages that sometimes come before the main intro page...and I'll make some soup and get the opener all typed up. :)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Pose yer damn before-class thingie, Ronnie, girl. :)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "QLAB."
From afar, McNeil points to his desc for when you get back.

Tammed from the wild liberities that continue to implant themselves into the human experience, this man is a perversity of evolution, ruled not by instinct but rather guided by thought more human than human. With an ever changing world flooding by, rooted in a manufactured integrity, this creature operates through a moderated restraint, directed by the flow of uncorrupted balance.

Not a physically opposing figure, this lean Asian man may have the developed physique of a trained gymnast, the broad shoulders and the strengthened limbs, but the fluid grace that layers with the man's abundant modesty makes it a marvel that he is actually nearly six feet tall. Though appearing short in stature, the stable pressence is a constant that draws a second glance, no matter how much of an ordinary person he might seem to be, that rarity of his character and mannerisms drawing to the eye. True to his ancestory in form, his facial features carry a sharp Western cut, angular about the cheeks and strong jaw, and yet the eyes are almond shaped, compassionate pools of a warm brown. An uncontrolable boyish Beatles-style cut caps his head, the dark black extending down each trimmed Elvis-like sideburn.

McNeil looks oddly out of place with himself in his borrowed get-up, and while he had no choice in the attire he's been dressed with, he attempts to carry it comfortably. Draw-string khakis style pants are pulled tight at the waste, the baggy light-tanned material drapped over his legs, his black dressy shoes on each foot. A tight-fitting ribbed white undershirt is over his torso and over this is worn a loose and untucked Hawaiian print shirt. Red and yellow flowers.

[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica needs Cubby to get here. "And that means you ;P."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "So I should pose, should I?"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil poses. Lyn/Cass, if you'd like to go, please do? But I'm going. :)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Should I wait for Sci to set the scene, then? ;)"
[Scions] Cassie actually has to scamper afk for just a sec - what had me busy this afternoon's got me again, brb.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Oh, Cubbs, you're droolable. ;)"
[Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Almost done with my pose."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Sci, ought we to enter first or wait?"
[Scions] Cassie blinks. "Did Fox take off X-Men from their cartoon line up?"
[Scions] Cassie says, "Oh my God. They did."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Jesus Christ, is Andy ever fucked up."
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Nope. It's been on commercials nand such..."
[Scions] Cassie says, "It's been taken off my fox's cable though. o.O"
[Scions] Cassie says, "Some stupid 'nascar' cartoon is in its place?"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Cassie -- http://www.davidgaddis.com/"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "It doesn't start until like November 24th..."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica ewws.
[Scions] ScionGM is ready, hold onto something.
[Scions] Cassie meant the original X-Men - Actually Evolutions is suppose to start November 3rd.
[Scions] Cassie holds tight.
X-MEN: SCIONS

Issue #2 Boiling Point



        Monday, 4.22.30

        08:44:23
        In the heart of New New York, in a neighborhood called Harlem, a place that used to be termed Hell by those that lived within its squalid borders. Harlem is not what it once was, at least not in appearance, although those elements that /made/ it Harlem, the drugs, crime, and gang activity are all still prevelant. However, it is the city's, and its patrons', fondest hope that even those blemishes can eventually be removed, making this area yet another shining gem in the N2Y crown.
        One of the things that has made the area of Harlem what it is, is the sterling new school to which Harlem is home. Robert Kennedy High School, finished a mere three years back, while over six in the making and planning. /The/ state-of-the-art, premium of premiums. No expense was sparred in the construction and implementation of public education's hopeful future. Put together, primarily through the funding of WMI, this school was to service as a means to grant the public the highest possible education. Furthermore, it is a fully-integrated school (at least in so far as a public school can be integrated), meaning that registered mutants (as was insisted upon by WMI in their donations) are allowed to attend and have access to the marvelous education.
        The morning is crisp, the air still somewhat moist by a late Sunday night spring shower. Students are beginning to pull into the lot, filling it rapidly with a helter-skelter myriad of vehicles and a full gamut of fashionable (and not-so-fashionable) teens. Coversations, what there are - it /is/ Monday, afterall - generally revolve around the weekend...or more specifically, a particularly wild and unpredictable Friday night. Yes, that's right, already, the rumors and stories about what /really/ went on at Roni's party have circulated. From the MRA slaughtering a dozen students, to their being a mutant terrorist at the party have all been bantered about, and are, apparently, still in circulation.
        Some students, however, have been too busy with their own things to have even noticed. Take, for example, Herman Reams, the school's, official Science Geek. Thick glasses, with tape woven around the center, a button-up shirt...done all the way to the top button and savagely and severely tucked into a pair of plaid golfing pants, easily two-sizes too small. Its sad really. But, Herman just got himself a brand-new pick-up truck. Well, its not really new, its really a rather old, late 1990's model ground-pounder, speckled with rust spots and tapped-up fiberglass-siding. But, hey! Its got a campershell, and he worked and worked throughout the year to make sure he had a ride for the summer. So, to be extra careful, he parks it all the way in the back of the squared parking lot, and parks it so the front end is sticking out, facing the distant school front, with a small copse of trees on the driver's side...to protect the vehicle's body, afterall. A young man should be proud of his vehicle.
        *BZZzzzzzT!*
        And there's the school's warning buzzer, fifteen minutes until class begins.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Like I said, Andy is fucking fucked up. He's like, 'Worth every second of it! Inspiration from left field!'"
Long distance to McNeil: Declan is afraid to pose 'cause you're posing!
Well, another morning, another detention for Zach Talbot. Despite a probable late night on the town Sunday Evening, Zach's been here for almost an hour already, sequestered away in the detention hall with a handful of other rabble-rousers - perhaps not coincidentally, all members of the same gang, the 'Anarchy Kings'. They're spread out (by the teacher, not by choice) with at least two empty desks between one another, and begrudgingly work on separate assignments at their desks. Zach, like his colleagues, often glances up to his cohorts, smirking at some unspoken joke, before turning back to the paper before him. Or can be found stealing leering glances at the young female student teacher who's running the detention hall this morning. There's a reason that the youth came in, after all, instead of skipping. Fortunately for Zach and his comrades though, that long-awaited buzzer for the impending start of school rings, signaling that they're free to go. Not even waiting for the young teacher to give the okay, the young gang-bangers start collecting their things, already halfway out into the hallway as she turns from the chalkboard saying, "Okay, you can head on to class now..."
Oy, what a weekend it has been.

Even though there has been the necessary time for recovery after the parties of parties on Friday, that shindig at the Worthington Estate Friday evening to which everyone showed up (including the MRA), he hasn't had the time to prepare for what lies ahead. School. American school.

Not only that, but from the moment of his old friend's disappearance, McNeil Logan has hardly slept a wink, searching via whatever means he could, asking whoever he could think of for ways to find his missing pal. Well, that is he lost sleep until last night, when after a jossle with a gang, basically, he was injured and then saved by Declan Johannson. Patched up and dressed in borrowed clothes, it is off to school he goes. He knows he is bound to do this, as he promised Akiko he would... yet there is nothing more that McNeil wants than to be out there searching. He's the one that caused Errolyn to vanish, and he will find her. He's also the one responsible for...

But before he can dwell on that any longer, the arrival to Robert Kennedy High School is made, thanks to Declan. Mac knows he owes this young Brit for much, and maybe more still. There's been a connection made there, yes, of course. Though to what degree not even Mac is sure of yet. With one more glance to what he has been provided with to wear, he steps forward.
"Pretty fucking proud of you, I am," says Declan cheerfully to his new prospec- err, friend, as he pulls off his helmet and holds his hand out for Mac's. "And you say you've never done it before, yeah? Damned impressive performance, that. Most people hold me so tight I can't breathe when they're riding the first time." His voice is clear, calm, conversational. He stows the extra helmet in the back compartment of his scooter, locking it up, and makes sure the vehicle's well within sight of the windows facing the parking lot of the school. His own helmet, he stuffs in his rucksack, which he slings behind his back. "D'you have a clue where we're going? I haven't the foggiest."
Veronica has disconnected.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan looks innocent.
[Scions] ScionGM points, "Deco killed Roni!! Get 'im! It's lynchin' time!!" ;)
Not everyone believes Harlem is no longer a hell - in fact, there would be any number of people that would be quite vocal in stating it has become worse, not due to crime, nor drugs, nor laws, nor the people that live there. Rather - if you ask any teenager, Harlem is duly hell on earth, simply because it is the central location of their highschool. One particular student might even begin to agree to that statement - if she wasn't flying on a cloud of pure delight since the night of that fateful party. For the teenager that finds herself nimbly dancing around bodies, both washed, unwashed, small, large, big and tall - this is the very last day she will have to suffer through the crushed masses and chaotic classes. Today - she's collecting the last of her work, transfer papers, and saying good bye to what -few- friends she's managed to gain over the few months she's been here.

In all honesty? It isn't to say that Errolyn is an air head or selfish, far from, it's simply that she's had so much happen to her over the weekend, she hasn't had the opportunity to even -think- about anyone else but herself. Now that she's found herself once again at the school, eyes of golden-brown scan each individual she passes, hoping in that small chance she'll encounter an old friend. She has no idea how to go about finding him - she can only hope once everything has settled down, her new associates will assist her in that endeavor. For the moment, however, Errolyn's happily cleaning out her locker. 

Backpack stuffed to one side, next to her leg, Errolyn digs into the small, bottom storage facility, her head is half-way in, as she works at pulling out a small piece of paper that has managed to get jammed part way up to the top locker, and part way down. Her nimble fingers work at the edge she's managed to gain, as she tugs and works at the slip of paper - not knowing if its important or not, but not about to allow anything of hers to remain, who knows what is on it! Thus, with much tenacity, the red head is shoved as far into the tiny locker as she can be, her back side sticking out ever so .. obviously, bits of auburn leaping about her shoulders, and her attention focused on getting the piece out.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan pfft, what, you missed the shitload of innuendo?
[Scions] Cassie lags. :P
[Scions] Marcus says, "Yo"
[Scions] Cassie drats.
[Scions] Cassie didn't see Roni's departure.
[Scions] ScionGM says, "MARC! Join us!"
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Harlem...the high school. Roni just disco'd, so we can spam you with our poses thus far! :)"
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Or...just jump to me."
Marcus has arrived.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan sobs. Come on. All that effort wasted?
[Scions] ScionGM laughs, "I got the inuendos, Deco...here's a cookie." ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan looks satisfied, and munches happily away. "I'll be good now."
[Scions] ScionGM laughs! "Don't lie..." ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan blinks wide innocent eyes. "Me? Lie? Why, I never...!"
[Scions] ScionGM grins and winks, "Never...got caught?" ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Pretty much. :)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Where's dat goshdarn Ronniemeister?"
[Scions] ScionGM says, "She'll be back, likely nabbed by work garbage."
[Scions] Cassie says, "X-Men: Evolutions begins November 4th, at 10:30 on Kids WB."
[Scions] ScionGM LOLs, "Lyn's so vulnerable right now!!" ;)
[Scions] Cassie laughs. "Yes. She is. ;)"
[Scions] ScionGM laughs and will be good, though. ;)
[Scions] Cassie says, "Sure you will. ;)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan won't.
[Scions] Cassie giggles.
[Scions] ScionGM giggles and was counting on that, Deco...
[Scions] Sexy! Declan grins.
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil was onl off by 19 days...
Veronica has connected.
[Scions] ScionGM grins, "There she is."
[Scions] Cassie says, "What was the last you saw Roni?"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica fehs and should've known it was too quiet while she was posing.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Cubby's."
[Scions] Cassie poses Dec's and mine (Lyn).
[Scions] Cassie says, "Or well/pages/."
[Scions] Cassie says, "Marcus? Need it as well?"
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Well...if Marc needs them...you could just pose them and remove them from the log?"
[Scions] Cassie will just do it as Cassie. ;)
[Scions] ScionGM smiles and nods, "However works best for ya'll."
[Scions] Cassie says, "Need the entire thing, Marc?"
[Scions] Marcus says, "Sure :)"
[Scions] Cassie grabs it all, just a sec. :)
Veronica pulls into a fairly good parking space toward the middle of a row. She doesn't want to park too close to the school after all. Convenient? Sure. But she doesn't want to be near too many prying eyes right now. Frankly, she doesn't even want to be here right now, but she doesn't have much of a choice granted. She sighs softly hoping no one will notice her for at least a few minutes. Just a few is all she asks. Her eyes are shaded from the early morning sun by dark sunglasses that sufficiently obscure her eyes. It should be illegal for someone to be asked to be this productive in the morning. But, that's quite all right.

A little pick me up should do the trick. So, she leans over and pops open the glove compartment. She rummages around for just a moment and then she smiles as she finds it. Innocent looking enough. A silver pen with a curious set of marking and engravings. She smiles a bit as she taps the end of it and then carefully twists it open. Then she reaches further into the messy glove compartment and pulls out a flat little rectangular card. She dumps out some of the contents of the pen onto flat card. This particular mixture is brought to us by the makers of cocaine, which Ronnie took the liberty of cutting with ephedrine for that extra kick. She recaps the pen and then then lines it all up nicely just as her cellular phone begins to ring. The young woman grinds her teeth in annoyance and ignores it for the time being. Then, she lifts the white powder to her nose and inhales deeply, automatically wiping at the edges. As the phone continues to ring, she picks it up quickly and flips it open. "What?!" Who the hell is calling her at this hour anyway. The face that appears is a familiar one. William Mason. Her Guardian in interim with her Uncle in England. "Oh, Willie. Hey, what's going on?" She smiles sweetly, just wrinkling her nose slightly and praying she doesn't look obvious at the moment.

William merely look at her and seems displeased, but then, he probably knows her a little to well. "The detective came back with information on the girl you wanted to know about. It seems she actually attends your school and her mother even teaches there apparently. If the Detective's last word holds true, you should likely even see her there today if you made effort to look her up, Veronica."

Ronnie just smiles and hmms, nodding her head. "Excellent. Thanks Willie, you're a doll." Then she grins again and flips the phone closed just as she sighs. Great. 2000 bucks just to find out she's gonna be in class Monday morning? Yay, me.
[Scions] Marcus says, "Um. Ow. Spam :)"
[Scions] Marcus says, "I think I"ll just wait and pose after you all pose a fwe times and figure a way in :)"
[Scions] ScionGM laughs and bets.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Who's left to pose and what's the order? :)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "I think we all posed, so either Sci or we go 'round 'gain ;)"
[Scions] ScionGM is almost done with his next one.
[Scions] ScionGM ahems and gives the usual spam warning.
        Ahh, poor, poor Herman.
        It is sad, really. Being so scrawny, so out-of-touch with your peers, at what's 'hot' and what's 'not'. And being so fully immersed in that 'not' zone makes one a vulnerable and easy target, especially when coupled with a last name like Reams. The jibes and insults he has had to deal with...and that one horrible time...at band camp...
        So it comes as no suprise, really, when mild-mannered Herman, merely a young (and incredily nerdy) seventeen year old, makes his way across the school lot and up its front, broad, stone steps, gripping and slapping one of the metal railings with his hand, that a small flock of gangers, not the Ararch Kings, for they aren't the only demons to prowl the streets. These are the LeatherFaces, rude sons-of-bitches that delight in proving their superiority to the world. Thankfully, and in reality, they have proven to be nothing more than leather-fetish punks, something that has been made abundantly clear with the sound (and well-deserved) ass-stomping they received by the school's Varsity football team line-up.
        Why?
        Simple. The LeatherFaces tried to assert, or so the rumors go, their affections on one of the cheerleaders. Fortunately, she got away, physically unharmed, and knew just who to go to. Since that time, the LeatherFaces have been demoted to messing with those that are so low on the pecking order that hardly a person notices.
        So Herman the Nerd is forced to come to a trembling stop. Sure, he knows about the LeatherFaces beating, who doesn't. But still, its seven to one. Not good odds, no matter who you are.
        There are words, at least by the lead LeatherFace, an ugly bastard with a face full of scars, (talk about living up to your gang's calling) as Herman backs away, scooting and sliding up along the railing, like someone just out of a tethered dog's reach, his eyes seemingly wide with panic. Then, there is a quick nod, and the lead LeatherFace looks pleased. At least as pleased as his stitched and tattered face can allow. And poor Mr. Reams simply bolts up those broad steps and into the confines of Robert Kennedy High School.

        "Heeeeey! Roni!" comes a shout outside her car, just as she cues off the phone. Its Steve Pitchman, one of the Varsity football team's front-line, a big and bulky guy with a brain just as large, though equally useless, "I heard about your party!"
        "Who hasn't asshole?!" comes a shout from one of the passing teens, but Steve doesn't seem to notice...or maybe he failed to understand.
        "I looked for you, though...couldn't find you anywhere, you got a big house!" Ahhh, poor Roni, should have never...opened...herself up to this guy, no matter how drunk or high.

        Around McNeil and Declan, the parking lot's life thrives and moves busily to spill through the front entrance, flooding and crowding the school with the thousands of bodies.

        While on the inside, Zach and gang flood out of the detention room and melt into the crowd (or rather, it parts, somewhat, for them...with the gang-vacuum left by the defacing of the LeatherFaces, the Anarch Kings are regarded as the new gang bad-asses).
        And poor, struggling Lyn gets cat-called, ogled, chuckled at, pointed out, bumped, and even pinched and swated, as the student body makes their way to their respective classrooms. Ahhh, the maturity of the average high schooler.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica BLINKS!
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Are you implying I slept with him?"
[Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Sorry, Lyn...couldn't resist..." ;)
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan yeahs, "He's totally my type, not h-- uhh...actually..."
[Scions] Cassie rubs her poor ahem. ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan eyes Ronnie. "Come on!"
Heading out into the main hallway that's already starting to become crowded with the morning arrival of students, Zach slings a well-worn pack over his shoulder, muscling his way through the thickening corridor of bodies. He's in no rush to get to class, but he also needs to remind people that he's the one who gets the right of way, rather than stepping aside to let others pass. Have to keep up appearances, especially with the new gang-order that's rising, you know. A confident, almost arrogant smirk settles onto his features, and Zach moves along in his shoulder-rolling gait, almost as if walking along to his own personal theme song of 'Bad to the Bone'. His path brings him past Errolyn - or what can be seen of her as she rummages about in her locker - and the sight she presents is one that Zach feels compelled to take advantage of, much like many of the other passing students. Slipping a hand out to the side, the asian-american teen also makes a motion to goose her behind as he walks past, quickly becoming lost in the crowd again as he chuckles to himself. Hey, he's never claimed to be any more mature than the majority of his schoolmates.
[Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Uhm...opened can be taken however you wish it. Maybe you took pity on the poor bastard and talked to him at a party...?"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "What a bastard... ;)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica suuuuures, Sci ;P
[Scions] ScionGM LOLs!! "No...really...uhm...really!" ;)
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Alright Zach!!!"
[Scions] Cassie scribbles stuff in her notes, mumbling idly.
"Never before," McNeil assures his companion. "I appreciate you being so understanding and gentle with me for it being my first time." Lord, if only this kid had a better understanding of what he was saying, so he would know not to say it so loudly... "we'll have to do it again. I assume on the way back to your place after classes." Well, he does have some stuff left at Deco's place he will need to pick up.

Moving forward, Mac is cautious of his space, scanning here and there as he attempts to figure out what he's allowed himself to get into now. He is accustomed to Toyko, tot he people, the masses and masses of people... but this, this is maddening. It's definately going to be a challenge. Walking forward and making sure to stay close to his companion, Mac walks with a slight limp in his left leg... how'd he get that? "Yes, I believe I do. I downloaded the layout of this school before I came here, to this city." Seems someone did his homework before the homework began.

Then, hearing Veronica's name, Mac turns to look where it came from. Worthington? Could it be her? She said she might have some information for him, some on Errolyn? Seems Mac's gone to everyone he could think of for means to find his lost pal. "We have time before the bell, yes?" he motions towards Roni's car.
[Scions] ScionGM LOLs!!!
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Mac! That's great!"
Veronica just...cringes as she hears the voice and wonders if sinking into her seat will help at all. But instead, she just rolls her eyes and puts in that famous smile as she turns, her arm placed over the back of her seat. "Hey Steve. Yeah, its easy to get lost I guess...." She says to the football guru. No, unfortunately, he's not one of God's smarter creatures...but damn, he was blessed with a body he maintains very well. "Yeah, I guess not every party can be without shooting, trampling, a little bloodshed, and people disappearing off and on."

She reaches into the backseat now, and grabs her backpack along with a dark, old fashioned style jacket. No, not her's. Not that doesn't like it, just she did promise herself she would return it to the rightful owner. She glances at her watch and gives another polite smile. "Look, Stevey...shouldn't you be getting to class? I mean, you don't want to be late, right?" She opens up her car door and closes it behind her, flipping on the alarm system. "I'll catch up with you later and you can ask me all about it, 'kay?" Then she blows him a kiss and starts making her way up the parking lot toward the school. Now, just to find Mr. Logan so she can let him know of her findings. And that's when she spots the blonde haired Declan and his scooter up close toward the school and his darker haired companion. Ah, what timing....
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Nice play, man. Well done, really."
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Dad would kill me..."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica hehs.
[Scions] Cassie laughs and /laughs/.
From afar, McNeil is so bad. :)
Declan grins really wide at Mac. Ah, he shouldn't be taking advantage of him so. But god, is it fun. And he might eventually get some out of it, yeah? He sings under his breath as he practically bounces along, his accent horribly mangling the way the song's supposed to sound, "When I wake up in the morning and my clock is not a-runnin', I don't think I'll ever make it on time. By the time I get my books, and I give myself a look, I'm at the corner just in time to see the bus fly by! It's all right, 'cause I'm saved by the-- Here! So we do! 'Morning, love, got a minute to spare for a shameless fashion-killer and his victim?" he calls cheerily in Veronica's direction. No indication of who he means by each term, but considering the way Mac was dressed at the party and the way he's dressed now, it ought to be patently obvious. He looks oh, so innocent. "Mac here has a question - but say, you ought to've seen him riding this morning. He was brilliant! I told him he's a natural, and he said he wanted to do it again...you'd never believe it was his first time. You should ask him about it!"
Veronica has disconnected.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan beats it into the ground. Ah, sheez, and there goes Ronnie.
[Scions] ScionGM points at Dec again, "See!?!?!!!"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Howcome she didn't disconnect when MAC did it, huh?!"
[Scions] ScionGM cackles madly, "Cuz its /you/..." ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Fucking luck..."
[Scions] ScionGM chuckles and thinks that would be the Johannson luck, there..."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan thinks you're right.
[Scions] ScionGM LOLs at your horse-beating, though, Deco.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan is easily amused.
Eeeeeeeep! Hey! Ouch! Quit that! Guh! Errolyn is able to ignore -most- taunts, jars, and cat calls, as she rummages around, quickly trying to remove the piece of paper. Sure, she can just forget it, but tenacity has always been a marking point of her. The first rather ruthless pinch received more than a satisfying *hey*, muffled from within the metal domain, it received a well resounding *THUD*, as Errolyn slammed her head upwards, forgetting about the top of the locker. Which only managed to gain yet more slurs from students, along with a few choice words from Errolyn, herself. (Though surprisingly enough, it takes more than a pinch to get Errolyn to cuss - all words are tame in comparison to most. Hey! Jerk! Grr! Immature creep! And so forth.) 

Popping her head around to note most have moved on, Errolyn went on back to plucking out the piece of paper, her knees shoving the backpack further against the side of the lockers, as she worked on pulling the thin slip of wood product away from the metal corner it had stuck itself to. She'd worked this far, and this long, why not work just a bit longer? Just when things have calmed down - just when she's managed to pull the paper out without ripping it - up comes yet another individual, and *WHAP* goes Errolyn's head again. *Thud* *Rattle* 

The lockers shake with the vibration, as Errolyn lets out a series of curses this time, ripping the paper the rest of the way out, to jerk herself backwards and up, taking enough time to scan the crowd, eyes narrowing downwards.
[Scions] Cassie goes on and poses, will page Roni when she returns. ;)
[Scions] ScionGM gets more cola.
[Scions] Marcus gets a pose ready also :)
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Go for it Marc, whenever you are ready. :)"
ANother type of shaking goes in within the school hallways as well although of a more muted kind then the lockers that vibrate from Errolyns current travails. This one resulting from the fairly immense body of Marcus, making his way down the hallway towards his own locker. A heavy bag slung over a beefy shoulder. Expression pensive and mood seemingly dark and lacking the ease he normally has when within the area. Numerous things have been troubling his mind ever since the party and he can't shake the feeling that something..terrible is soon to happen. Needless to say, despite this, his figure cuts a striking and unusual presence within the hallway. Towering chest up over even the next tallest student his age..let alone massive width. He passes by several known 'jocks' in the school though he doesn't even give them a glance but a few shake their heads and begin muttering amongst one another. The fact that Marcus has refused to play in any of the varisty sports this year and the last is not something that's gone unnoticed amongst those who pay close attention to the various physical activities that occur within the school. Oddly enough few, even the coaches and faculty members, say anything directly to him anymore but people do talk once he's passed through an area. Slowly his massive body begins to near Errolyn's locker area as his own isn't to far away and his big frame slows slightly in order to get a good luck at the happenings over there.
[Scions] Cassie returns plus glass of water. Woo.
[Scions] ScionGM wooos!
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Okay...Roni likely will be connecting from home in a matter of minutes...so shall I save my pose for her? Or shall I go?"
[Scions] Cassie dunnos?
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Save your pose. :)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "I have a log just about ready from this afternoon. >:)"
[Scions] ScionGM cools! "You and Mac? The fight?"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Indeed."
[Scions] Cassie is going to disconnect and reconnect on mcsi, only have a half hour left before getting kicked off on pioneer.
[Scions] Cassie brbs. ;)
[Scions] ScionGM says, "See ya soon, Cass."
Errolyn has reconnected.
Errolyn has partially disconnected.
[Scions] Cassie says, "There we go, unlimited time now. ;)"
[Scions] ScionGM yays
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "http://robotgirl.org/logs/sci_rp_10-23-00_afternoon.txt"
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Don't forget to forward it to Zach, too, Deco. :)"
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Or, slap it up on the Scions site as well, either or. Uhm...please. :) (Sorry...medication)"
[Scions] Cassie grins. "Its wierd, US West, the phone service I use in the area, the only phone service in the area - initially the line was busy, then I got this voice as the line buzzed that stated - 'The line you have called is busy, US West can continue monitoring this line and call you when it is open for a minimum charge of seventy five cents'.
Veronica has connected.
[Scions] Cassie never heard zat before. ;)
[Scions] Cassie says, "Yay! Roni!"
[Scions] ScionGM wooos!
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica fights her way back. "Sorry, folks. Servers reset at work and I had to finish running hte days numbers and close the office. Feh."
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Happens, Roni. Welcome back. What was the last you saw?"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "So do you have to drive home now? Should I get food? :)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Last I saw what the pose I did."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "I am home now."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Oh! :)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica hehs.
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Okay...so Deco, Lyn, and Marcus...can someone page spam Roni while I do my pose?"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Get food while Roni catches up and poses and the GM mega-spa-... er, poses? ;)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica nodnods to Deco. "Yep. You should have time, Dec :)."
[Scions] ScionGM grins, "Actually...this one's not /as/ bad as the last two." ;)
[Scions] Marcus says, "brb. Gotta make a phone call. Dmamit :P"
[Scions] Marcus Just grumbles
[Scions] ScionGM patpats Marc.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Will I have time to sit and eat it, too? :)"
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Not if you keep gabbing, Deco. ;)"
[Scions] Cassie pages them to you, Roni. One sec.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica gasps. "Sit...like away from us...and eat? Geez."
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil feels so betrayed!
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica latches onto Cub's leg. "Don't worry, I'll take you home...er, drive you...umm...damn. Nevermind."
[Scions] ScionGM thinks its Mac's choice of clothes...then LOLs at Roni!
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica blesses the ground upon which our dear Cassie walks. "Thanks." :)
[Scions] ScionGM spams
        Wouldn't you just hate to be Herman?
        Finally, 'safe' within the confines of the school, Herman the Geek makes his way to his locker, only to find, to his dismay, that there is already a throng of four, gathered LeatherFaces there.
        God, the abundance of dead cow flesh. Leather jackets, biker-style and non, trenchcoats (even in the middle of April), leather boots, leather pants, leather shirts. Its really a wonder these punks are mobile and not just passed out on the floor from heat exhaustion.
        Herman gives a nervous look around, almost thinking it better to just run. Apparently its not going to be his day. But, chemistry is his first hour class, and he does need to get his lab work. So, with a resigned sigh, he trudges forward to his locker...not all that far from Errolyn's (whom, lucky for her, the LeatherFaces have failed to notice...as of yet) or Marcus' (whom the LeatherFaces, unless all of their members were present, wouldn't be foolish enough to take on).
        "You get it all done, Squirmy Hermy?" either might just pick out over the din of the crowd. While any response is lost, it does, apparently, satiate the small gathering of gangers who quietly stalk their way down the hall. Which leaves poor Herman to sweat and shake uncontrollably, unable to work the simple combination on his locker for the longest time...even as the hallway begins to clear.

        Outside and lust-struck, Steve nods to Roni, then blushes furiously at her blown kiss. "Yeah, can't be late," and obediently dashes off. Nothing like a monkeyboy trying to impress the unimpressable.
        Which leaves Roni and her approaching, new...friends?...to be left mostly alone, save the few straggling students and the handfull of tree-bound birds with their irritatingly cheerful, morning chirpsong. This should indicate, above all else, that school is only a few, scant minutes from starting.
[Scions] Cassie says, "Any time. :)"
Classes might begin in a couple moments, but Zach has never been one for timeliness, especially in regards to academic studies. That's what gets him into things like detention in the first place. So, even though his first-hour classes is across the building, Zach's still in the hallway not far from Errolyn's locker, stealing a glance backwards to capture his 'handiwork' as he chuckles again, not even bothering to hide his amusement at the young woman's discomfort. Just as he's doing this, however, Herman the Geek, or Herman Dinky as he's also called around the school, makes his way past, none too subtly followed by a contingent of LeatherFaces. That same gang that's now on the low rung of school power. As the only member of the Anarchy Kings in immediate view, Zach decides he better stay put for the moment, to keep tabs on the 'rival' gang and make sure the has-beens don't start getting too uppity. Crossing his arms over his chest, the oriental youth backs up to rest on a locker-free spot against the wall, quietly watching the goings-on with detached interest.
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Dinky Reams..."
[Scions] ScionGM LOLs, "Poor kid..."
[Scions] ScionGM grins, "But we all had one or two in school..."
[Scions] ScionGM ooops, "Hey...Zach...any place in the log where I have it as Anarch...just tack on a y, would you? I'll do that myself, here on out."
[Scions] Zach noddles. "No prob. :)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Kinky ;)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan is here!
[Scions] ScionGM is over here!
[Scions] ScionGM is over there!
[Scions] ScionGM is everywhere! ;)
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "But hopefully no in my underwear!"
[Scions] Marcus says, "back"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Er, no=not"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "...Dinky Reams?"
[Scions] ScionGM egotistically puffs out his bird-cage of a chest (complete with a spray-painted 'C' on his chest), his tightly clenched fists on his hips...wearing Cub's underwear...a nice pair of She-Hulk Under-Roos, mind you..."Just call me Omni-Dude."
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Man, that's disturbing..."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Crap, my FTP didn't work."
[Scions] ScionGM laughs, "What...you actually are wearing a pair of She-Hulk Under-Roos...?" ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan wants She-Hulk underoos!!
Veronica doesn't seem to notice as Steve scrambles off, having already dismissed him for the most part. Hey, everyone makes mistakes. She's just upset that particular one was lousy from what she can recall. She smiles a bit to Declan and shrugs her shoulders just a bit,"Oh, I suppose I could. Afterall, if one can't give to charity, who can they give too?" Now, no one go running off to change their middle name to 'Charity'. And then she smiles and inclines her name to McNeil Logan. She feels her mood improving at the least. Thank goodness for small favors. Maybe at this rate, she won't even need a pick me up at lunch.

"I got a phone call this morning regarding your...friend...Mr. Logan. It would seem she's a student right here at our own Robert Kennedy. Her mother teaches here as well." Then she shrugs. "If all reports can be believed, you'll likely find her here at school this morning. Or at least, that's where she was heading when the Detective last spotted her." Ah, yes. Detective work at its finest. Well, she's not that far in the hole at least for her monthly allowance...thank goodness it was her birthday just a couple of weeks ago. Love that bonus.

"Oh...and I believe this is yours -- " She smiles and presents the jacket she's had folded over her arm and then reaches into her pocket to pull out a pristine hankerchef with a smile that's not her usually flashing, but something dare one say is more sincere. "And this...thank you." Though that moment is fleeting and another grin crosses her lips. "So, what are you two good little boys up to this morning? Riding, hmmm? Well, I'm hardly one to criticize your morning activities," she chuckles softly.
[OOC] Veronica inclines her 'head' to McNeil Logan. "No comment."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yeah, Ronnie, pot...kettle...black..."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica whistles.
"Yes, it was my first time. I enjoyed it." Mac really doens't know what else to say. "Perhaps I will have to get one of my own." Open mouth, insert foreign foot. That's the way this is going. But he has a sense that there's a conversation within a conversation going on here, one that he's not a part of and yet, is. "It was very enjoyable. Declan is an excellent teacher. Perhaps he can take you for a ride some time, Veronica." Lordy.

But then as she moves onto the news, well, he just ... looks... well, less stressful than he did moments ago! "She is here... as a student, this I figured. I attempted to find her locker last evening, but... she is here? You are sure of this? I must find her! Even if this means I am late for..." No, he couldn't do that, could he? But he has to know if she's okay! Well, obviously if she is here, if she has come to school today. Bowing before Roni, in great respect, Mac honors his vow. "I am in your service, Veronica." Justa s he is endebted to Deco. Lordy.

But as he rights himself he is presented with his jacket, and thus he must bow again. Accepting he, he pulls it on. No offense, Deco, but he's glad to have some of his own clothes again. But then as he looks to Roni he... he keeps his eyes on her for a moment. It's the same look he had when he looked at her when he came to ask for help. He doesn't go into what he is thinking here. "Perhaps we best be going inside now?" Not for class, so much, but moreso to find Lyn.
[Scions] ScionGM howls with laughter!!!
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Hot damn!"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica jumps!
Declan elbows Ronnie lightly. "He says I'm good," he grins. "A great teacher. Oh, my stars and garters." What the fuck! But oh yes, his feet are light as he heads into school - but he skids to a halt just before he gets to the steps and tosses off a salute to Mac and Ronnie. "I'll find the office...I think...per'aps..." He grins, and sprints inside. Two, maybe three minutes left, and he runs like a bat outta hell in the direction of the signs that have arrows on and say office, or the rough equivalent. Doing this, he very nearly crashes into Errolyn, and in avoiding her, careens dead into Dinky Reams. Oh, the humanity. Shock. Horror. Oh, the royal mess of papers that fly. "Ohh...shite! _So_ sorry! Here, now, let me give you a hand...no one deserves that this early in the day..." Hurriedly spilling out platitudes and apologies, he's probably still picking up papers by the time Ronnie and Cubbie catch up to him. Teach -him- to run. But at least someone's being nice to Herman, right? Even if he had to make a mess of him first...
While Inside - With a few disgusted mumbles, Errolyn begins to rub the top of her head, where the minute bumps are already beginning to grow. She takes some small consideration that at least the sharply pointed ear rings she uses to disguise her ears in the open.. were not lost or jarred by her two thumps into the unrelenting metal. Her gaze lances from one individual to the next, there are more than Zach taking interest and delight in her misfortune, however, leaving Errolyn to calm down a bit, not wishing anyone to gain too much of a kick off her expressions. Just as her gaze lingers past the poor fellow that is swetting bullets, they alight upon the youth that leans into the lockers, then jag past to the terribly massive one that has a locker meters from her own. To Marcus, she offers a polite smile, oh yeah, he's the one she nearly got smooshed at .. the party .. Not wishing to seem like she's staring, eyes of golden-brown find themselves staring long and hard at the good looking teenager that seems to have a nice chip on his shoulders, Asian features - too bad he's a cocky, self centered, egotistical, arrogant, low life, two bit hoodlum. He'd be cute, if he wasn't such a slime. Even if she isn't in the know, she can tell from appearance and attitude alone - not to mention, every student tends to learn which ones are okay to talk to, and which ones most certainly are not. Her gaze lingers from one individual to the next, he isn't going to pick on the poor geek is he?

The elf can almost relate to the soul, Herman, - an outsider, a stranger in a strange land, someone that doesn't belong, and will never belong. A being, much like herself, that is taunted, teased, and slung slings at - just for being, different. Errolyn nearly moves over to address the youth, but - well - there is a moment of judgment, a second of hesistance, though she doesn't get the option to decide which is better .. for at her single minded hesitance.. *smack*, she's run into, dead on.. *Crash*. The crumpled and ripped paper that she ever so carefully pulled out goes flying across the hall - and Errolyn finds herself colliding not only with Declan - but with the harsher spot of a metal locker, where once again they vibrate not with Marcus' steps, but with Errolyn's shoulder. *thud*. *rumble* *clatter*.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Oh no! No! I missed you and crashed into Herman! :("
[Scions] Cassie ohs.
[Scions] Cassie miss read. ;)
[Scions] Cassie fixes fixes. ;)
[Scions] Cassie is getting tired. ;p
[Scions] Sexy! Declan is sorry. <:)
[Scions] Cassie says, "Not your fault! My own stupidity. ;)"
[Scions] ScionGM patpats both, "S'cool...I'm not done with my pose, anyway...buys me a bit more time..." ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan grins.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Sci-sci, I got to use the action figure today. ^_^"
[Scions] ScionGM laughs and /isn't/ sure he wants to know... ;)
The elf can almost relate to the soul, Herman, - an outsider, a stranger in a strange land, someone that doesn't belong, and will never belong. A being, much like herself, that is taunted, teased, and slung slings at - just for being, different. Errolyn nearly moves over to address the youth, but - well - there is a moment of judgment, a second of hesistance, though she doesn't get the option to decide which is better .. for at her single minded hesitance.. Declan goes dashing past, narrowingly missing Errolyn, while proceeding to collide with the youth instead. For the elf.. she can only pause to be thankful for the fact, she will be gone from this highschool soon enough. A quiet sound erupts from Declan's right, as the elf begins to approach as well. "Here.. let me help as well." Her voice is soft, quiet, a lilting tone of quality and almost compassion.. for the geek? Well - yeah, as auburn waves bound about her shoulders, richly pointed ears peaking through, disguised by gold tips, making them look, like their looking to be pointed, when they actually are! If that makes sense.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan looks affronted! "It was for a perfectly honourable cause!"
ScionGM pages: You have no mental defenses, do you?
You paged ScionGM with 'Not a one.'.
Long distance to ScionGM: Declan also reminds you that -any- time I do something stupid and/or noble and/or awful, I'm getting peanut gallery comments. :)
The gaze of Marcus lingers on Errolyn for a few seconds although the silent, introspective behemoth doesn't say anything aloud. He simply watches her and then seems to sigh inwardly as she glances away in a fashion that is to hurried for his likes. Par for the course where he is usually concerned. He eventually smirks slightly and then shrugs his massive shoulders before continuing on his own way towards his locker. He pauses momentarily upon reaching it, running his thick fingers along the outside of it before carefully lowering his hand down to the lock controls itself..pressing it between his large fingers and beginning to fiddle with it.. ultimatly getting it open and beginning to slowly work with its contents. Grabbing, sorting and pulling for books with about the same enthuisasm as most guys his age and with his interests have for education. ...Pretty much no enthuisasm at all. As the sounds of the nearby situation with Herman begin to filter towards him, the giant grunts and slides his gaze up and down the hallway for the geek. He usually ignores such happenings but the recent event at the party and examination of himself and others following the events of the MRA attack have had him a little more conscious about others around him then usual. Distracted he shuts his locker slightly harder then he planned do. An echoing *BOOM* resulting from the impact and the clang echoing in time with the sound of Errolyn's impact against the lockers. Her impact also serves to mute another sound effect which Marcus himself doesn't notice.. That of metal warping slightly and a dent and imprint appearing right around the locker handle of the large student as he lowers his hand away from it. The result of him forgetting his grip due to distraction and a wandering mind.
[Scions] Marcus says, "D'oh. Sorry"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Sokay. :)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Poseposepose!"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan dances around.
[Scions] ScionGM really spam warns on this one.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan cheers!

        Herman the Fluffer (perhaps the name he least understands, but hates the most), continues his quaking silence for a moment longer. Inwardly, if one could read minds, it would even be possible to share the shattered though . o O (Why did I ever...?)
        Then, with his numb fingers quivering, he finally manages to work his combination and pops the locker open. Quickly, almost automatically, as if his mind were someplace else, he begins gathering his lab work.
        "Oooohgaah!" he lets out in a shrieked grunt, his thin body rebounding off the floor as his locker swings back and forth on its hinges, his lab worknotes spilling all over the floor. "Oh no!" he cries out, his months of gathered notes and information, strewn, disorganized and chaotically, all over the hall. Several of the nearby, straggling teens point and fill the hall with raucus laughter. Almost immediately coming to tears, the Dinkman shrieks, "Get away from it! Stop! Leave my stuff alone!" and hurridly gathers his notes, many of them getting badly wadded and crumpled as he grips them in trembling fists.
        Then, odd of all oddities, there is Aaron Wiles, a rather handsome young blond, his hair stylishly cut short, his blue eyes dashing and adventuresome. Aaron Wiles, one of the more independant rebel-rousers. A gang unto himself, although one of attitude, charm, and wit, rather than cruelty, obscenity, and threat. Yet, there has always been something in that guy's smile that made you want to like, almost idolize, him...and piss your pants...at the same time. And Aaron, uncharacteristically, isn't smiling, as he rather suddenly steps from the small crowd and appears next to Declan, reaching out and grabbing at his arm, giving the odd, thin teen a yank to away from the frantic Herman.
        "Hey! Leave Herman alone!" Aaron shouts, his voice unnecessarily boistrous and loud, while shaking Declan's gripped arm. "Don't you have anything better to do than to pick on Herman?! Man, that's so...that's just /low/," and Aaron lets go of Declan's arm now, giving a final, dismissing shove as he does so, "Beat it, jerk."
        Aaron only just now becomes idly aware of Errolyn, and flashes her one of his patented smiles. "I've got it, thanks," he says, just as dismissively as the mild push against Declan, while poor Herman continues to scramble and haphazzardly sort his papers.
        The LeatherFaces, not too far down the hall, have turned and joined the small grouping of procrastinating or late arriving teens in their laughter. Although, to someone like Zach, someone who runs with guys /just/ like them (except for their outfits), their laughter seems...almost stilted, controlled...not quiet as boisterous as it should have been. In fact, to the lad's scrutinizing eye, there might have even been a brief moment of...concern?...as one of the LeatherFaces almost made a movement to help, but abruptly stopped.
        *Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!* goes the class bell. Uh-oh, looks like time's run out. Those not in class are now...*gasp*...tardy.
        This effectively clears the hall, including the LeatherFaces, though minus Marcus, Errolyn, Declan, Herman, Aaron, and the newly arrived Veronica and McNeil.
ScionGM pages: Okay...you feel this INTENSE fear of this Aaron Wiles guy. And I do mean INTENSE...although its not something you could place as /He's/ doing it to you, if that makes sense...
You paged ScionGM with 'Got it.'.
ScionGM pages: How do I pemit again? :P
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
You paged ScionGM with '@pemit player=You hear...yadda...blah blah...'.
        All the while, Pops and the Ghostly Gang are booing and hissing at you for running into poor Herman, as if you were some classic, mustache twirling Villain (yes, with a capital V), while Pops is even saying, "Oh! I liked him! Bad, Declan! Very bad! You help him, carry him, do his work for him! Very bad!"
ScionGM pages: Did you get that?
Huh?  (Type "help" for help.)
Long distance to ScionGM: Declan yeahs, and is trying not to laugh out loud in the lab.
Long distance to ScionGM: Declan owws...ahahahaha...
From afar, ScionGM LOLs
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Zach Talbot is no angel. When Declan careens smack into Herman, he lets out a laugh just like many that echoed in the hall. Hey, physical comedy is /funny/. Especially when its someone like Herman Dinky and he just stutters and stammers about in his own inimitable way, trying to gather up his things. Even the presence of Aaron Wiles doesn't serve to truly stifle Zach's amusement, though loud guffaws turn into quieter chuckles. Some also directed at Declan's 'dismissal'. Still... what's Wiles doing sticking up for Herman? Nobody sticks up for Herman. Not even the teachers half the time. And the Leatherfaces... Zach notices that something isn't kosher with them either. Tardy, schmardy, so Zach will have to another hours worth of detention. His curiosity has been piqued, and even though the Leatherfaces have vacated, he's still got Wiles to keep tabs on, now. The asian-looking teen doesn't make any outward motions or gestures, but stays leaning up against the wall as he watches this little drama unfold.
Veronica is walking a bit more calmly than the dashing Declan, and likely even McNeil, though she knows he's rather eager to try and track down his friend. She smirks slightly as she watches Declan crash into poor -- damn, who is that? Frankly, she doesn't know. No, she doesn't pick on him. In fact, she doesn't pay any attention to the guy at all to the point that she has no idea who he is. Someone that the others pick on probably. But really, she finds it an idiotic passtime. Its not that she goes out of her way to be nice, but she doesn't see the point of being mean to anyone either.

But then she sees him. Aaron Wiles. He's just one of those guys that has a universal appeal to him. Can't help it. The fact that he's so dashing and nice in that way, even to the socially downtrodden is just attractive in its own right. She can't help but smile in his direction, but then she looks over to McNeil again, explaining. "Aaron Wiles. Probably one of the most popular guys in school. And not a bad chap all around," she grins. Then she looks up and down the hallway. "Though we might have to wait to find your friend in between classes. I'm sure we can find out her second hour easily enough...." Her eyes remain on McNeil for several more moments as she seems to consider something and then her gaze goes back to the scene at hand as the draw nearer. "You okay?" she asks Declan, and then looks up to Aaron. "Hey, no need to jump to conclusion. It was an accident. Dec's not like those jerks...the leather-whassits."
Gasping out a stuttered protest as he thumps lightly against the locker behind him, Declan stares at Aaron with something akin to abject terror - which is a bit of a shocker, as he's faced death, destruction, demons, the wrath of Heaven, and his mother on a bender, without even once losing his cool. No, sir, this is something else. "I...ought to be, yeah," he mumbles, hesitantly. Not like himself at all. Then, distractedly, he glances over his shoulder, terribly hurt expression on his face, and flips the bird to the empty air. "No one asked you, you sodding mullet-wearing wanker! And you! You can stick it right up yer bloody arse!" he says just loud enough to be heard. To anyone nearby, it would almost seem he said it to - gasp - Aaron? Too late, he realizes this, and collapses even further against the locker.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "So much for Ronnie's voucher. <:)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica tsks. "Always messing up my groove."
This is all getting to be too much. So much toa djust to and so much difference to understand so rapidly. But McNeil keeps pace, even if he does limp along with Veronica. And dressed as he is, he must just scream that he's a foreign student, as that has to be abundantly clear, yes? As he looks to the scene before him, he explains to Roni before she moves forward. "Or I can stumble around and claim I know not my way to try and find her." Seems like that's what he has in mind. And then before he can act to stop Aaron, Roni is handing it. But he notices the tall mammoth of a young man in Marcus, quite easily. And then, there, that boy leaning against the lockers, he... eyes narrow there, that is, before Deco goes off. So, while Roni handles Aaron, Mac gets his pal. Extending just a touch of his powers naturally along with a hand to the shoulder, he urges, "declan, please, there is no need to be upset. This is all a misunderstanding. Let us be on our way. To class." A reminder to everyone ina ttendance. Well, save for himself as he plans to wander the halls and look for Lyn.
[Scions] ScionGM laughs
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Oh, you, all of you...out! *My* brain! Mine!"
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[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica hehs. "I wonder Scion...who's in what class."
You paged McNeil with 'When you're reaching out to calm someone else's mind with your own, do you see their thoughts at all? Would you notice I'm talking to my dad and his compatriots?'.
[Scions] ScionGM smiles, "Okay...glad you asked, I was going to pose that, but it actually makes it better for those of you who would need to know...know...oh...geez...we can all go /inside/ the school, if you want...."
From afar, McNeil doens't, no. Not yet at least. Just get a sense if you're enraged or calm, is all. for now.
[Scions] ScionGM laughs, "I /did/ build it for a reason..." ;)
You paged McNeil with 'Okay. :) So you don't think I'm off my rocker yet. :)'.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yay!"
[Scions] ScionGM shakes his head, "Blasted medication..."
[Scions] ScionGM guhs! and is talking like a comic book, "Holy batshit, Fatman!"
From afar, McNeil was told I would get a sense you were being tampered with though.
Long distance to McNeil: Declan cools! But I meant with the ghosts. :)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "...!"
From afar, McNeil nopes. :) I have no clue. :)
[Scions] ScionGM says, "So after this next bout of posing, we can all head inside...then we can do another, probably, final round of posing...then pause till a day that's good for us all later in the week."
This is one reason why Errolyn can never relate with her peers, they always seem so .. two faced, odd to handle, far too many hormones, testosterone, and sheer immaturity running around. She does -not- like being dismissed like a child, as her jaw sets into a thin lipped line. She is utterly /immune/ to this blonde teenager's charms, at least at this particular moment, as she jerks back the hand that started to reach down. From Herman's rant, to Aaron's dismissel, and even more, Errolyn falls silent, brows knitting together. Though her annoyance is more than Aaron's voice and gaze, something is just not right - the fur on the back of her neck is standing on end, that little voice, that little bit of conscious she listens to is just yelling right now, and Errolyn's just not sure what its saying, other than - she's almost immediately uncomfortable. Where most people get goose bumps, Errolyn's fur finds itself standing on end, static charged, something isn't right, her stomach is churning. She finds herself silencing, taking a step back, mind trying to sort through any number of things to say, any number of conclusions to come to. Confussion muddles through her thoughts, as the red head's gaze lingers around those left, only to settle back in on Aaron. 

Though Declan doesn't offer Errolyn too much of a chance to contemplate, what with his ranting at Aaron, not that Errolyn blames him, the guy deserves to be called a...a.. mullet wearing wanker. Whatever /that/ is, still, she finds she needs to say something, to speak out, to take charge. What though? Why though? Standing straight, tall, dignified, the elf sets her jaw once more, teeth gnashing together as her cheek twitches by the action. Again, another step backwards is taken, it's only McNeil's voice that stops her from doing, or saying something she might regret. A rush of air is let through her lungs, before the red head spins on her heels, she knows that voice, and she knows that face - be damned anyone else, Errolyn almost literally leaps forward, arms wrapping around Cub's neck, as a rush of nervous air is let out in the form of a, "JUNGE!" Along with a kiss, right smack dab on his, cheek folks, as Errolyn wraps herself fully around an old friend.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yeah, and you sonsabitches, then you can finish those damn unfinished scenes with me! :)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica wows as its later than she thought.
[Scions] Marcus laaags
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil wooooooos!
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica snickers at Dec. "And folks that want can migrate in."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yeah! EEEEEEVERYONE likes cafes."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "They have -coffee- there. And rock'n'roll."
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil got *kissed*!
[Scions] ScionGM might even have to have an NPC make an appearance in one of these sideshows...join in on the freeform fun...
[Scions] ScionGM giggles at Cub, "Awww...look...he's blushing and holding his cheek..." ;)
[Scions] Cassie would have done more, but my fur was staticy? ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Sci: Fuckyeah! It'll make us fell, um, closer to them. Yeah. :)"
"Hey..hey!" rumbles Marcus as the large figure begins to make his way towards the crowd. "What's going on?" His huge frame easily looms up over the others now as he purposely strides towards the gathering about Herman. He frowns, peering down towards Aaron. He knows him..and apparently doesn't give a rats ass how popular he is unlike others who are apparently easily wooed by who has the biggest wallet, goes to the most parties and has the most dashing smile. He cuts his gaze to the others. Recognizing Veronica, naturally o O (That rich bitch..) and running his gaze to Declan as well as he hears the ranting begin. He frowns slightly and attempts to manuever his large form into the midst of this all.. Reaching a big hand out to try and grasp for Declan's shoulder.. Attempting to get his attention as well as his 'back' so to speak in case something does go wrong. Of everyone present, Declan is the one who has had Marcus' attention and respect the most lately. Due to a similar interest that the big guy discovered he had with Declan. "No need for all this yelling. Lets all head our own way before trouble starts showing up."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan LOL!
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "That rich bitch...:)"
[Scions] ScionGM laughs, "Was that everybody?"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "She got a kiss!"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan smooches you!
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica kicks marc while she's at it though.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica ooos and just ties Dec down on instinct.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan sobs, "And it's true...my dad has a fucking mullet for all eternity..."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan feels instantly better. "Oo baby."
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Okay...let's all head inside, I'll do my pose..."
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Zach heads towards Front Entry - RKHS.
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Errolyn heads towards Front Entry - RKHS.
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[Scions] Marcus says, "Ow!"
Marcus heads towards Front Entry - RKHS.
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Robert Kennedy High School
        Offering the latest in educational technology, including a computer installed into every desk, the latest and greatest teaching methods, and one of the most architecturally pleasing campuses around, Robert Kennedy High School is the sample of the future. A future where the generation of tomorrow will learn, via the very best that the public dollar can afford, the skills necessary to propel America forward, keeping it in the 'top dog' slot for all eternity.
        The building itself is a work of wonder, a relatively squat looking thing, built of solid blocks of darkened stone (most likely prefabricated), running in shades of dark gray to brown to black. Broad steps, bifurcated by several metal railings and flanked by twin welcoming statues of the school's namesake, lead to the front 'windowall' of the building. Numerous glass doors break the tinted, windowed expanse, allowing freedom of movement for mass traffic.
        The interior is lined with lockers, for the student body numbers well over six thousand, occasionally separated by doors to the innumerable classrooms. There are eight levels to the school, in all, with the school administrative offices, gym, and the like filling the main, ground floor (although that is actually the fourth level). The upper four levels, 5-8, are dedicated to one year of schooling for each floor; freshmen classes dominate the first floor (or 5th level), sophomore on the second (6th), juniors on the third (7th), and seniors on the fourth floor 'above ground' (8th level). The three levels below the ground floor, or the sub levels (1-3) are reserved for the registered mutant students (regardless of scholastic year) on the 1st sub-level, storage of additional desks, computer goods, and general spare parts make up the 2nd sub-level, while the maintenance, power generators, and reserve generators fill the 3rd sub-level.

Contents:
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Enter <E>  Harlem <H>
[Scions] Marcus sniffles, "What was that for.."
You head towards Front Entry - RKHS.
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.

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Maintenance <M>  Cafeteria <Ca>  Gym <G>  Classroom <C>  Out <O>
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Veronica arrives from Robert Kennedy High School.
Veronica has arrived.
[Scions] Cassie says, "Dec, are we talking, the fish, mullet? ;)"
[Scions] Cassie has no idea what that means beyond a marine species. ;)
[Scions] Cassie is trying to imagine Longshot wearing a mullet/fish/style, and suddenly, I'm laughing so hard tears are streaming down my cheeks.
[Scions] Cassie says, "Ah ha! - mullet ('m^lIt) n. Atrocious haircut usually found linedancing or driving pickup trucks."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica nickers!
        Too much attention, too many people, too many targets...

        Aaron seems to ignore both Declan and Veronica as he continues helping the muttering and now sobbing Herman gather up his dishelved papers. In hushed tones, Aaron might be heard saying, "Hey, Herman...its alright, man. We've got your papers...don't worry about that jerk...remember, no one will be bothering you anymore. I promise that."
        Then, the blue-eyed Wiles stands and helps the hapless Herman to his feet, "Come on, man, let's get you to chemis-..." but he can't ignore the towering presence of Marcus. Damn, even the man's shadow covers Aaron as he looks.../up/, and does let out a soft, squeaked, finishing, "-try."
        Then, its all smiles and charm from the blond as Herman merely trembles and quakes at the behemoth of a man's mere proximity.
        "Hey, Marcus," comes the easy grin and easier demeanor, not an eyelash batted. "Looks like your friend's got a real troubled head," Aaron remarks with an inclined, indicative nod towards the slander-slinging Declan, then turns and resumes his escorting Herman off to class.
        Which leaves the recently, and exuberantly, reunited Errolyn and McNeil, along with Monday-hating Veronica, the observing Zach (unless he tails Herman and Aaron), and the odd, Laurel and Hardy match-up of Declan and Marcus, alone, so-to-speak, in the vast hall, only the mechanical sounds of modern life their company.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Or on Wayne Gretsky in 1987."
[Scions] Cassie laughs.
Cassie pages: http://www.lardlad.co.uk/adoptamullet/
Cassie pages: Head over to 1090. ;)
Cassie pages: If you go there. ;)
ScionGM pages: The fright now begins to subside...likely replaced with whatever Declan would now feel...embarassment, frustration...whatever. :)
ScionGM pages: Oh...and Mac's calming touch, too...
From afar, ScionGM blehs, "As in Mac's calming touch...don't forget to factor that in."
[Scions] ScionGM says, "So, one last round of poses we can pause on, then we pause and pick up later this week?"
[Scions] Cassie says, "Sounds good to me."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica has to fly out 10 am Friday morning. "Other than that...I'm cool I think."
[Scions] ScionGM nods, "Thurs is a bad day for me, unless we don't mind a late start."
Of course Zach tails Aaron and Herman - it's not every day that the most popular kid in school takes a shining to the least popular. And what was that bit about no one ever bothering Herman again? Does Wiles actually think he's going to be able to stop people from picking on Herman Dinky? What-Ever. No, as tempted as Zach is to stay and poke fun at Declan's oddly timed insults, or watch and wonder at whatever kind of reunion is taking place between the attractive redhead and the Japanese exchange student or whatever he is (and what kind of name is Yoong anyways?), the gangbanger silently pushes himself off the wall, and begins to creep down the hallway after Dinky and Wiles. Not too terribly close, but about twenty or so feet behind. Enough to keep track of the pair. Whatever's up with them, it should be interesting to find out. At least moreso than his history class that's probably starting right about now.
[Scions] Cassie can do tomorrow, if everyone else can, no Dark Angel this week. ;)
[Scions] Marcus says, "I can tomorrow also :)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Same here."
[Scions] Zach makes it four. :)
[Scions] ScionGM yawns and can do, too. :)
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "He's such a little... little.... and yet you just want to like him."
Finally starting to breathe normally, first when Mac calms his mind a bit and then fully when Aaron leaves his presence, Declan's face crumples. He looks away - away from Marcus, away from Veronica, away from Mac and Lyn. You know that feeling you have where you're totally flooded with adrenaline and then the problem goes away and you feel like you're ready to collapse, or cry? Like if you crash your car and you find out you're all right, or if you're narrowly missed by a falling tree, or you have a tremendous fight with your best friend and they storm out of the house? That's it. That's how Declan feels. Completely drained, sick to his stomach, and utterly hapless. "I tried to help...that'll teach me..." he mutters, biting his lip. He claps a hand lightly on the giant one on his shoulder, then carefully gets up, face averted and head down. "Don't...don't be late for class...gotta find the office..."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Who in the what now?"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil points to Zach.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "He's funny. :)"
[Scions] Zach smiles. :)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Plus he has a thoroughly deplorable work ethic. Like mine! :)"
Veronica just shrugs and turns to give Declan a wondering look and is about to say something both he and McNeil when...whoa. Was that a red-haired blur that came dashing past her and jumps into McNeil's arms. She takes a step back and looks around, emcompassing Marcus, Aaron, and the rest of the crew, and then she looks at Declan, wondering if he knows what the heck is going on, but then her gaze goes back to McNeil and she can't help but frown slightly...but then it dawns on her. Wait...red-haired...Junge? Cub? Curious. Why is she calling a Japanese man by a German nickname?

Then she smiles and steps over to the pair. "Well, you must be the famous Errolyn, right?" She grins gracious though it feels like her heart is thudding a million miles a minute. Ah, yes. Now she's really ready to face the day. "You should know that...hmm, Cubby, here seemed to be going out of his handsome little mind here trying to find you. I'm glad to see all the effort was not in vain," she says with still another smile. Though she seems to be a bit...figety. As if standing in place is taking some effort, as evidenced by the fact that her eyes continually scan the hallway as if she's looking for something or something perhaps. Hmmm. Didn't Mr. Logan mention before about being in her debt? Yes. Yes, indeed. And this is only one of the thoughts racing through her head at the moment as her mind as well seems to wander through subjects with lightning speed, though she hardly notices. Then she looks over to Declan and she frowns as she takes in his expression. And if she's not mistaken, its not a happy one. She walks over to the fellow, though she glances over her shoulder to the reunion still, her dark eyes still watching them covertly even as she glances to the Brit. "Are you okay, Dec? Really, don't mind Aaron. Even he seems to have an asshole bone in his body." And no, she doesn't make to sound veyr discreet. As if she cares if he hears her. If he thinks he's going to pull this rude, protector of the downtrodden shit with her friends 0 0 (Friends...?) he's got a rude awakening coming.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica grins. "Yay. Fun to speak fluent German."
[Scions] Cassie giggles.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "It'd be nice to speak living languages fluently...other than English 17-year-old-level school French...which is bastardized..."
[Scions] ScionGM laughs and took five years...FIVE YEARS of French...and NEVER got past French 2...
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica hehs. "I can only speak French...which I took for seven years."
[Scions] Cassie grins.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yeah. I took three years of French 1. :) And have family friends in Quebec and relatives in France. And I can still only say '"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "'Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket?'"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Can say: May the flames of Islam consume your degenerate lifestyle. And: Kiss my ass."
[Scions] Cassie finds what French she took in Highschool, coughtencoughorcoughsocoughyearscough ago, tends to be focused around words that are less than pleasing. ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan ohs, I can also say 'What time is it?' and 'Shit'.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica LOL!
[Scions] ScionGM can curse in Spanish! "But growing up in CA will do that to you."
"Something is not right here," Mac announces as he reaches out to Declan, via his added sense. He's not really speaking to anyone at this, save for himself at this, as he looks around, concerned... which means he misses Errloyn's 'attack' until it is entirely all too late. That or perfectly timed. it seems to be the latter.

"Yousei!"

He is his father's son, but not ain all ways. he can express emotion, good emotions, freely. And that he is. Blushing some at the kiss, he wraps his arms around her immediately, hugging his friend, his 'sister', his... the someone he feared he had lost! "I have been worried for you! I have attempted to find you...w hat, what happened to you?" But there are bells, people bussling and a class to get to, he knows. But he looks *glad* to see her. Relieved would be better. A lot less stressful than he has been, to Deco and Roni.

But yes, he is endebted to Veronica. greatly. He promised to be in her service, in return for her help in finding Errolyn. In the end she seems to have found him.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan can sit there and decipher the written French, mostly through the use of Latin cognates, but that doesn't really count.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica let's her thoughts think of all sorts of ways that that Mr. Logan can -- "Oh, right, what were we discussing???"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Dude. Cubbie is so our sex slave. :)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica high fives Dec.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan high-fives!
[Scions] Sexy! Declan also complains, "My dad is such a dick..."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica throws her's on the list.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "And I got the club membership card, so there."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "No dude, your dad was an angel."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Mine has a mullet and guilt trips me like you wouldn't believe."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Bah."
[Scions] Zach bahs. "Your dads are all goody-two-shoe wimps. ;)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Mine was so mean, he like died on my ass."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "No shit."
[Scions] Marcus says, "Neck pains are not good"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Okay, Zach's is pretty bad."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Mine was so mean, he didn't have the grace to fucking well stay dead!"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Marcus: Neck pains bad!"
Much like Declan - the feeling that Errolyn had, that uncomfortable hackling on the back of her neck fades when Aaron leaves, though her tight embrace of Junge does /not/ loosen, not until the very last moment, not until she's fully bear-hugged the fellow to the point of squeezing him to death. Her soft, fur covered face remains close to his, warmth tinged in delight felt along the smooth expanse of his own cheek, the only one that she would -ever-, -ever- allow to find out she's.. not all she appears to be. Only when she has planted another soft kiss, and whispered, 'I have so much to tell you', in his ear, does the elf pull herself away from Junge, taking note there are others here, and one is actually directing her attention on Errolyn.

The elf's hands idly lift and pull away from McNeil's shoulders, to hang at her side, as eyes of golden-brown shift nervously around again. No, the hairs on the back of her neck are no longer standing on end - however, its as though what uncomfortableness she felt faded the instant Aaron left. She does note, however, that the Asian American youth, the Anarchy gang member, is gone as well. Only then does she fully answer Veronica, a smile touching her features, as she inclines her head. "So it would seem. Considering all the rush and confusion, chaos and trouble that surrounded the unusual situation at your party, Miss Worthington.." The name just /rings/ off of Errolyn's lips, so much she wants to ask, so much she wants to tell her.. would she understand? Would Veronica.. why is she acting so .. fidgety? Errolyn's voice returns to normal, no.. she doubts this Worthington would even understand. Continuing on, Errolyn's brow arches itself upwards. "I did not realize Jun.. McNeil would be quite that upset. I apologize there were..unforseen events that arose." The last is directed towards McNeil, as Errolyn clears her throat, casting her gaze down where Aaron and Herman went to. She so wants to ask did anyone else find that odd? Did anyone else .. feel .. uncomfortable, act strange.. get an odd feeling, but then.. remember, only you're a mutant here.. well, perhaps McNeil - though she doesn't know for sure.
[Scions] ScionGM says, "Okay...so I'll cap this night off once we've gotten everybody, and we'll try and gather for tomorrow night? Say about 8 or 9ish?"
[Scions] Cassie says, "Is that Central time?"
[Scions] ScionGM nods, "Yeah...sorry...8 or 9ish CST."
[Scions] Cassie says, "Perfect."
[Scions] Zach says, "Sounds good to me. :)"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Tomorrow's Tuesday, aye?>"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan Can do dat.
[Scions] Cassie says, "Aye."
[Scions] ScionGM nods, "Cool, aye, Deco."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Cass: This is a scary page. I am scarred."
[Scions] Cassie says, "Isn't it though? ;)"
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica cries adn would understand!
[Scions] ScionGM laughs!
[Scions] Cassie says, "Lyn doesn't know that. ;)"
Marcus's eyes narrow slightly at something as he looks after Aaron and for a second it looks as if he to wants to follow. He blinks abit..appearing confused at himself and frowning at a previous thought before stating, "See ya, Aaron." as casually as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend. He then looks down to Declan and actually gives him a grin and rumbles, "Hey..hey. None of that. Cheer up. I've done worse." He lets go of Declan's shoulder and steps back to give him some additional room to move before turning his attention once more to watch as Aaron and Herman disappear into the distance. Indeed, he did feel something though not in the same manner as the others. For quite some time he simply looks after Aaron before turning to eye Declan once more as if sincerly concerned for him and his mood.
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil just beams. he got kissed and has to be told lots by Lyn. ;)
[Scions] Sexy! Declan actually, uh, sort of isn't a mutant...I think...or something...
[Scions] Sexy! Declan is certainly -something-, though. :)
[Scions] Cassie grins.
        Zach's tailed pair, Aaron and Herman, do seem to be heading to their given direction. After a quick hike up a few flights of stairs (most of the students forgo the elevators. Why? They only get you there faster), Aaron escorts the, now very calm, docile, and much more like the normal-Herman Herman to his chemistry class. There, they part with Aaron saying only a hushed, "10:15, don't forget, Herman," and Herman granting a subtle, acknowledging nod.
        Then Aaron is off, quickly turning and coming to a screeching halt, his shoes actually squeaking on the floor. "Oh, hey, Zach," Aaron says, again just a /bit/ too loud and overzealous. The blond then coughs and chuckles, his tone quieting and lowering, "Sorry...you startled me," and he looks at his watch, "shit...late again. Off for the office-work, Zach, see you later." And with that, Aaron is really off, going directly back the way he and Herman came.

        For the the majority of the rest, it is time for class, or considered a total absentee. Zach, Marcus, and Veronica all have their morning history class. As for Errolyn, and coincidentally Cub and Declan, it is a trip to the office. Paperwork and red tape of all varieties must be filled out, worked through, and the like. Not to mention a healthy-dose of catching up.
[Scions] Cassie says, "Junge?"
[Scions] Cassie says, "Can you make it tomorrow?"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil can and will be here. Even if I have to sneak out the backdoor to make it. :)
[Scions] Cassie yays!
[Scions] ScionGM LOLs
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Backdoor? What?"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "The backdoor at work."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan -ducks- and *RUNS*.
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil pauses.
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil laughs!
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica whistles, coughs, sets up the cameras.
[Scions] ScionGM says, "So, hey, good session, ya'll. Nicely done...LOL Deco."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan's log is different from everyone else's, hee hee.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Oh, boy...the voices, eh?"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "And yes, thank you, all. :)"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Nono, delete our sex pages!"
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yep! :)"
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil says, "Oh, wait, you did't see.... that..."
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica peers at Dec and McNeil.
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica says, "Man! I miss all the fun."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan LOL! Shit, man, the TS should be there for all the world to see...
[Scions] ScionGM says, "I am really, very elated, happy, pleased, and, honestly, in awe of the RP that's going on here. I've RPed with some of you prior to this...and some of you for the first time here. In all cases, however, I am thoroughly impressed."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Anyway, yes, the ghosts. :)"
[Scions] ScionGM LOL! Go Mac!
[Scions] Sexy! Declan oos. And struts, all ego-inflated.
[Scions] !Hairy, McNeil is just completely teasing and such with Deco. We're just 'friends'. ;)
[Scions] Cassie laughs.
[Scions] ScionGM patpats Mac, "No need to cover it up now..." ;)
[Scions] That Rich Bitch Veronica just pouts.
[Scions] Cassie hugs everyone.
[Scions] Sexy! Declan says, "Yep! Just friends...that's all...no, really..."
Errolyn has disconnected.
[Scions] Zach smiles and thanks, Sci. "I'm pretty geeked up bout what we're all doing too."
[Scions] Sexy! Declan nights, Cass!
[Scions] Cassie says, "Nightnight. :)"