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Post by Max452 on Apr 20, 2010 16:47:56 GMT -5
Camera lights flashed and flickered over the scene of the crime. Students stunned and gawked as a body bag rolled onto the ambulance.
"I can't believe it..." One student said. "You would never think..." A girl whispered to her friends. "Such a promising life..." Another said.
"Get back, get back!" A group of police officers quarantined the area, forcing students, teachers, and reporters alike away from the body bag.
Not far off, a news crew stood in front of the school, filming. "A young life was found today at Argetlam High School, Home to the Dragons, as students found the body of a youth in the early morning near the Dragons' pool. Police have yet to release the identity of the student, but we have been told that the student was well known and popular. Police are questioning members of the public in order to ascertain what had occurred. They have no current leads, but assure the people of Alagaesia, that the party responsible will be brought to justice. This is indeed a tragedy today as one of Alagaesia's own has fallen victim to Death. We will keep you updated on the situation, this is Tara Underwood, reporting for Alagaesian 5 News."
*** Alagaesia Police Department
A folder slammed onto the interrogation desk as Detective Glaedr starred down a 16 year old boy. "Tell me what happened." "Look, man, I don't know anything." Tristan rocked backwards on his chair, feet on the steel table, looking utterly bored. "You know everything. Isn't it true that the students send you things for your show? Gossip, for example?" "So what, everyone wants a piece of the limelight." Tristan shrugged, "doesn't mean everything they say is true." He groaned, looking fed up, "Man, why don't you ask the other kids that you got out there, too? Huh? Or better yet, ask Daemon, he's a co-host too, man." "People say you're in charge." Glaedr fed to Tristan's ego. "Yeah?" Tristan seemed to like that, but he knew better, "Look, I can't just tell ya what happened. I ain't no snitch." "No, but you do have a record." He slid the folder against Tristan's feet. A quizzical expression formed on Tristan's face. He planted his feet down and glanced at the folder's contents. Face white. "That was an accident." He turned paled. "I was acquitted." "True, but that doesn't mean it won't haunt you for the rest of your life. I can make it all go away." Tristan looked up. "You know my family right?" "Yes, you're cousins to one of the richest members of Alagaesia, what's your point." "My point is, if I wanted this gone, I would have the power to do so. You have nothing on me." "You're saying you want the world to know?" "I'm saying, I know what I did was wrong and I'm moving on. My family has forgiven me, she's forgiven me." Glaedr sighed. "You're a good kid, Tristan, I know that. You may be the lovable prankster of the Dragons, but I know you. You want to do the right thing. Tell me what happened. Anything you can remember at the Graduation Party. Anything." Tristan sighed. He glanced at his file, and then back at the Detective. "Dude, you can't just wrap this all up to one week. To understand what happened, you're going to have to ask everyone. You're going to have to go back 4 years to get the picture. It ain't gonna be pretty, but with that, you'll know who did it." "Then take me back, to your Freshmen Year."
*** Four Years Ago
"Yo yo, Dragons, how's it going? This is Tristan, your co-host DJ for Argetlam High. Welcome back to another year of school. And to all those newbie freshies, (me included), get ready for the time of our lives! And speakin' of freshmen, I want ta introduce ya to my main man, the Dragons of the Dragons, the Buffoon of the blonds, Daemon!!!"
The PA sets that were placed over the lockers in all the halls of Argetlam High echoed with the Dragon Roar, the school radio station as students passed by for their first day of school.
*** In the parking lot, a Sophomore student pulled up in his rusted, but decent 69' silver Camero. Einar got out of his car, wearing a plain white tee, leather jacket, and jeans that screamed out a dangerous attitude. Carrying only a notebook and pencil, Einar begrudgingly went to school.
*** "Hey ladies!" Tyr Valentine grinned at some girls that were walking by. "How's it going?" He flirted with them. He wore a jersey shirt and blue jeans and was placing his books inside his locker when his eyes locked on to some girls. God, I love High School. His brain muttered as he checked out some females. He was made quarterback this year, after taking his middle school team to the play offs, Argetlam High immediately wanted him to be their starter. The next four years were going to be GREAT!
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Post by Tismri on Apr 20, 2010 18:08:26 GMT -5
OOC: *screams, laughs, and generally goes insane* Man, this is going to be soooooooooooooo much fun!!!!!!!
Marola cornered the terrified girl, drilling her for answers. Jeriah trembled and looked like she was about to be sick. She was the one who had discovered the body. "Who is it?" the older girl demanded. For a cheerleader, Marola could be down-right scary sometimes. "Who was killed?" "I...th-the police asked me not to say," Jeriah stumbled over her words and looked for a way to escape. "Are the police here now?" Marola gestured around the girls' locker room they were in. Jeriah squeaked and slid down the wall, tears starting to come out of her eyes. Suddenly, someone rounded the corner. "Marola, leave the girl alone," Tenel Ka said. "She needs breathing room. Besides, don't you have something else to do? Go practice your tumbles or whatever you do." Marola glared, but backed away. Tenel Ka reached out and gently grapped Jeriah's hand. "I'll drive you home," she offered. If Jeriah could become any more shocked than she already was, she would have. Tenel Ka was the daughter of one of the richest families in the state, and a senior to boot. And more than that, her grandmother was vice-principal. Jeriah was just an average freshman, liked by most, but not exactly popular. "Thanks," she said, accepting the ride. They left Marola standing there, fuming. Tenel Ka led Jeriah out to where her turquoise Ferrari was parked. Jeriah had always been impressed that the girl was able to drive--as well as do a ton of other things--with just one arm. She shuddered as she remembered the rumors she had heard about what had happened to her. After they both got in the car and Tenel Ka started it, she glanced at Jeriah. "It was quite a shock, wasn't it?" she asked. Jeriah couldn't find her voice enough to respond. "I guess I'm not surprised Marola's freaking out in her own way..." "What's this all about anyway?" Jeriah asked quietly. "It all goes way back," Tenel Ka said, appearing reflective. "Our freshman year was when it began."
FRESHMAN YEAR:
Tenel Ka laughed when she heard her cousin's voice over the radio. He was just as silly as always. How he and his best friend Daemon landed the job as talk-show hosts, she would never understand. ~~~~~ "Yo yo yo, wazzup? This is yours truly, the king of the freshmen dragons, Daemon--who is not a buffoon, but a very talented, very handom man! Peace out, guys!" Daemon switched off the mike and playfully punched Tristan. "What was that all about man?" he asked, "Calling me a buffoon on the show?" ~~~~~ Marola walked through the halls, chatting away with her friends until she found her locker. She'd been a little upset to find that hers was separated from most of her friends and wanted to ask for it to be changed. Until she spotted the guy at the locker next to hers. Whoa...my locker's next to Tyr Valentine's?! she thought, grinning to herself. He had to be the hottest guy in the entire school, as well as the most popular. She definately struck out with this. "Hey yourself," she responded to his flirting. She gave him a wink and could feel the jealous stares as her friends passed by. She smiled at the thought...this entire year was going to be great. She was so glad it was still warm enough to wear shorts. "How's your first day of school starting?" she asked him. ~~~~~ Kunin walked quietly through the front doors of the high school. He didn't really have any friends among any of the students. He wasn't involved in any extracurricular activities, no sports no clubs. He did well enough when it came to school; his grade were high. He passed by a girl wearing a bright red hooded jacket, smelling smoke on her...and maybe something else. Pyra had never been caught doing anything illegal, but everyone knew she was a bully, as well as the pet of the principals. She rarely didn't get her way. Rumor had it she was also a merciless blackmailer. Kunin ignored her, not looking for any trouble, and just headed straight for class.
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Post by Max452 on Apr 20, 2010 18:54:12 GMT -5
Einar sat up straight in the cold steel chair, staring at the mirror across from him. No doubt it was two-way. He wondered who was staring at him behind it as he listened to the Detective ask him questions.
"So, what you doing back in town, Einar?" Detective Glaedr asked. Einar shrugged. "Rumor has it that you had a beef with the victim." "You know high school. Just a bunch of gossip." He stared at his hands. "Really? I got witnesses saying you were at the Graduation party...maybe even the last one to see 'em alive." "That's a load of crap." Einar glanced up, irritated, used to this kind of treatment. He was just like high school and his constant visits to detention. "Fine...why don't we just bring your girlfriend in here..." "Leave her out of this." Einar glared at Detective Glaedr. "Tell me what you were doing at the party and I'll think about it." "My girlfriend invited me okay? That's the only reason I was there. Either then that, I would be back at college right now." Einar growled out. "So, tell me how you know the victim?" Glaedr asked.
*** FOUR YEARS AGO
Einar finally walked into campus, hoping that the first day would be fast. He needed to go to work after school and didn't have time to get in trouble with the Principal today. He didn't know why, but ever since last year, all the authoritative figures placed a bulls eye on him just because he wore a leather jacket. He was like they already expected him to be the delinquent. Ever since then, the idea just kinda stuck into him and that's what he became, granted though, he kept his grades at a B average, or his Uncle Stigandr would kill him.
Einar glanced by two freshmen, who were both flirty with each other. Ugh. He thought as he found his locker. Thank goodness it was far away from the scene. He found his locker, and then headed for class. English for first period...and it was mixed with Freshmen that had apparently scored high on their state tests last year. So now, they were being placed in Sophomore classes to see how they would do. Einar made way to Ms. Nasuada's class. She was always nice, even to him, like she expected he would become president one day or something.
*** Tristan held back a laugh as Daemon introduced himself. After he was done, Tristan went back onto the mike. "Good luck on the first day, Dragons. Oh, and uh...VP Fam wants to alert us that the homecoming dance is in three weeks, so go out and buy your tickets now! Oh, and vote for your King and Queen too. Nominations will begin in First Period today! (Although I don't know the sense of that stuff...) But anyways, good luck on the first day, I hear the cafeteria is having our famous Mystery Pot...yum..." Tristan sounded unenthusiastic. "This is T man signing off. I'm outtie." He turned off his mike and laughed as Daemon punched him. "Ah, come on, you know its true. How many times do you slam into something?" He chuckled. "Come on, we're gonna be late for History." He grabbed his backpack and nudged Daemon to head out.
*** "Its better now that you're in it." Tyr flirted back, even though First Period hadn't even started yet. "Who do you have first?" Tyr asked as he closed his locker and slung his backpack over a shoulder. He didn't even bother to ask her her name.
*** Kyler rummaged through his backpack, looking for his camera. "Where is it? The editor is gonna kill me if I don't have a pic of the first day..." He leaned his backpack against a locker, not knowing who it belonged to or that he blocked it, as he searched for the digital device.
*** As always, Romulus was early for class and was simply chatting with friends next to his first class. He had English first, with some Freshmens who scored high last year. He wondered if they needed any help for their first day. He made a decision to look out for them if they seemed lost. It was then he noticed Einar pass by him and stroll into class. Rom sighed. He hope that guy wouldn't scare any of the Freshmen this year.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 20, 2010 19:34:33 GMT -5
Tenel Ka dropped Jeriah off at her house, then sped to the police station. Tristan had been one of the first ones taken in for questioning for some reason, and she knew her family would have a fit if they started prying too deeply into their affairs. Her father hated it whenever someone from the outside got into their business, and her grandmother would be positively livid if any of their family secrets were brought into the spotlight. She knew she didn't have to worry about Tristan spilling anything, but she still didn't enjoy the thought of the police asking him too many direct questions. When she got to the APD, she entered the building and looked for her cousin. She spotted Daemon and a few other student sitting outside a room. "Hey, Daemon," she said. The blonde guy looked up. "Oh, hey TK," he said. "You here for the questioning, too?" "No. My parents managed to get me out of having to do that...for now. I wouldn't be surprised if they showed up at my door soon, though. I just came to pick up Tristan."
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Tenel Ka got her papers together and headed for Ms. Nasuada's class. She was one of the lucky freshmen who scored high enough to be placed in the sophomore class. She'd always managed very well in school, avereging between a B+ and and A. She could feel the stares and rumors spreading as she took her seat. She was the wealthiest kid in Argetlam, and despite her work to make people see that she wasn't above anyone else, they still all knew it. The way she talked and walked, even the designer clothes her parents bought for her, screamed money. They also knew that her grandmother was the Vice Principal. She was probably going to end up being a teacher's pet. She watched the other kids coming into class with interest. She spotted a guy in a black leather jacket who seemed to be sitting in sullen silence on his own. And there was another, kinder looking one on the other side of the room. Kinder was her initial thought, but she thought she spotted some tattoos running down his arm and rethought her opinion. Oh well. Who was she to judge? ~~~~~ Marola blushed slightly at Tyr's words, though her smile didn't waver. "Um...history, I think," she said. Her mind had kind of blanked over everything besides the fact that she was talking to this amazing guy. ~~~~~ Daemon laughed with Tristan, knowing it was true. He really was something of a klutz, even took whatever pride he could in the fact. "Yeah, but you didn't have to go and tell the whole school, hmm." He grabbed up his backpack and headed out to class. "Can you believe it?" he asked as they went, "Four years left, and then we're done with this town."
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Post by Trinn on Apr 20, 2010 20:31:33 GMT -5
OOC: Hmmm. Where to start...
The sterile gray interrogation room seemed to be closing in on Gianna. She had her hands clasped tightly together, resting on her lap. Her stomach was a ball of anxiety and fear. The door suddenly opened, and she flinched. The man walked slowly, purposefully, around the steel table, then halted across from her. "Good evening, Miss..." the interrogator looked down at a file, lifting an eyebrow, "Gianna Gladia Celesti." Gianna wanted to roll her eyes, annoyance surpassing fear momentarily. Yes, she had an odd name. People usually never failed to point it out to her. "I assume you know why you're sitting here?" Clearing her throat, Gianna nodded. "I need an answer."
"Yes." and she looked into the interrogator's eyes after taking a few calming breaths. There was nothing to be scared of, she told herself. "You want to ask me about the murder."
"Right. I'm just going to be blunt. The other students tell me you didn't really like the deceased. Did you have anything to do with the murder?"
"No!" Gianna said immediately. "I might not have liked him, but I would never have killed anyone!" The interrogator lifted an eyebrow again, then made a quick note on his file. "And what about your boyfriend?"
FOUR YEARS AGO:
The girl marched purposefully down the hall, haired pulled back in a smart ponytail, makeup meticulously applied, head held high. The first day of high school. The first day to succeed. Finding her first class room, Teodora strode inside and took a seat front and center. English, and at sophmore level too. Taking out a sharpener from her bag, Teodora began sharpening a generic No. 2 pencil. ***
Flipping out the kick stand with her foot, Cirilai hopped off her bike and rushed into Argetlam high, a basketball under her arm. She really didn't want to be late for her first day of class, even if the first class of the day was history. Ugh. she groaned mentally. History was not her forte. Well, school wasn't her forte, really. She couldn't wait till she was old enough to join the national guard or something. ***
Clutching her books to her chest, Gianna made her way delicately through the crowd of high schoolers. Glancing down at a wrinkled sheet of paper, she glanced once more over her schedule, as she had already done multiple times that morning. English, classroom 43. Close to the cafeteria. Finding the classroom easily enough, Gianna slipped inside, keeping her eyes down. She always felt intimidated by everyone else, and generally didn't take the initiative to talk to many people. Of course, she liked talking to anyone who did speak to her. She actually liked pretty much everyone. Taking a seat near the back of the classroom, she flipped open the English text book. Glancing at the clock, she noted she was five minutes early.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 20, 2010 21:23:48 GMT -5
Diana looked around the room nervously, not liking it at all. She never enjoyed being questioned like these people did. The man sat across the table from her. He smiled at her. "Don't be nervous," he said. "I just want you to answer a few questions, and then you can go." "Fire ahead," she said, wanting to get this over with. He looked down at his paper. "Your name is Diana Serenity?" he asked. She nodded slowly. "Yes, sir," she said. "How long have you been attending Argetlam High School?" "This is my senior year, my fourth." "How did you know the victim?" The question seemed to echo in Diana's mind as she fell back through the years.
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Diana slipped into her seat in history, feeling butterflies in her stomach. The first day of high school. How long had it taken to get here again? It felt like forever. It didn't help that this was also her first year in a new city. Her parents had moved to Argetlam because of what Diana believed to be a midlife crisis for both of them. She looked around at the other students trickling into class. Most of them had probably known each other their entire lives. She got the feeling that she was being stared at, and it made her uncomfortable. ~~~~~ Ismrolde Tismri sat behind her desk as her students gathered in, taking their places. The freshman class was probably her favorite to teach. All these new, young faces so bright and eager to learn. Most of them, anyway. There were always those that made it obvious that they didn't care for school in any way. She just hoped she wouldn't have any rebellous students again this year. She hated to have to send any of them into detention.
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Post by Max452 on Apr 20, 2010 21:46:44 GMT -5
Kyler shifted in his seat, twiddling his thumbs together in front of him. "I don't know anything." Kyler muttered, his eyes shifty. "You're the lead photographer for the yearbook. You get pictures that people don't even know got taken. How is that possible?" Detective Glaedr asked. "Its a gift, I suppose. Look, I don't know anything about the body, okay?" Glaedr ignored him and looked inside a folder. "You got a scholarship to NYU? That's pretty big. Journalism, hmm?" "Yeah, if you like that stuff...my dad made me go into that profession. Said I suck at math so might as well do something productive." Kyler shrugged. "Mr. Sidhion, right?" Kyler mumbled a yeah. "You don't seem to like you're old man?" Glaedr flipped through Kyler's file. "There's a couple of domestic reports in here..." "He's my old man." Was all Kyler would say on the matter. "Right..." "Look, what do you want? I told you I don't know anything." "But you have a lot going for you...and well...not many know about your dad's...well...anger issues...so...if anything seemed to threaten your way to get out of here..." "What are you getting at? That I killed the dude? No way, man. He may have found out, but I'm this," He put his two fingers together, "close to getting out of here. I'm not going to risk anything. Once I turn 18, I'm free to do whatever I want." "Right...and that's what? In 2 weeks?" "Yeah. So you see, I got no reason to kill him." "No...maybe not...but what about your dad?"
*** FOUR YEARS AGO:
Kyler gave out a sigh of relief for having found his camera. He'll have to get some pictures by the end of the day for tomorrow's paper. Hearing the warning bell, Kyler stuffed his camera in a safe place in his backpack and quickly headed to class. His Dad was not going to be happy that he was tardy...and on the first day...and for his class. "Ah, crap." He muttered as he bumped into a girl. "Sorry."
*** Einar walked into class, heading to his usual spot in the back desks. He froze, a slight flair of irritation. There was a girl in his seat. Maintaining his composure, he tried not to get that to bother him as he moved to the next available seat next to her and the window. Well, he suppose the seat wasn't THAT bad, he thought as he glanced at the timid girl. Looked like she was a freshman.
*** Rom took his seat in the middle of the class, still talking with his friends as they prepared for the bell to ring for class to start. He glanced around, noting the freshman and the sophomores. He hoped he didn't have any homework today...he was already going to have to stay late for Football practice.
*** Tristan laughed. "Come on, man! Its cool! Besides, they don't care as long as we're cool." He told his buddy as he glanced at his schedule. He heard the warning bell. "Hey, where's history anyways?" He glanced around, feeling lost. "I really should have looked at the map VP Fam gave us." He refused to call the Vice Principal Grandma...that would be irritating...plus...he really didn't like her..and she felt the same way about him, maybe worse...all because of the stupid accident. Anyways, he probably irritated her today by calling her VP Fam on the intercom. That put him in high spirits.
*** "Well, what a coincidence. I have History too. Mind if I walk ya?" Tyr asked Marola, before staring at some other girls that were running off to class. He heard the homecoming was in a few weeks...now who should he take?
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Post by Tismri on Apr 20, 2010 22:08:51 GMT -5
Daemon stared back at the interrogator, slouching in his seat. "Look, my man Tristan and I just report what we've been given. We talk on our radio show; it's just what we do." "Uh huh," the agent looked over Daemon's student file. "So there's nothing that would have told you who would have done this?" "Nope. I've told you what I know already. Man, this feels like a TV show or something." "I understand you used to get into a lot of fights when you were in elementry," the man prodded. Daemon shrugged. "Hey, they were always the one who started it, with some nasty comment or something. They push me, I push back." "So did this guy push you?" The agent's eyes grilled him. "No, man, we hadn't even made eye contact since, like, freshman year. You can't seriously think I had anything to do with it." "Tell me about freshman year..."
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Daemon took a few seconds to remember where history was. Man, why couldn't they just have all their classes in one room? Then only the teachers would have to move around. "Uh...Room 35, I think," he said. "It's Ms. Tismri's class. I heard she's a nice one." He chuckled a little when Tristan mentioned the VP. "You're always so formal when it comes to your Granny," he said. ~~~~~ Marola grinned with delight at the offer. She was really hitting the jackpot today. "I'd love that," she said, as if he'd just asked her on a date. She grabbed the books she needed and was ready to go.
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Post by Trinn on Apr 20, 2010 22:15:09 GMT -5
"Okay, Miss, calm down." The interrogator insisted, holding up his hands. "I'm not blaming you. I just want some answers."
"You're a sexist is what you are!" Teodora raged indignantly. "Coming in here, thinking you can frighten me because I'm just a young girl. Think you can scare me into admitting to a murder I didn't commit. Well, it's not going to happen, officer." The man closed his eyes, as if he were praying for patience.
"No, that's not how it is at all. Look, let's just start at the beginning."
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Cirilai received more than one dirty look as she sped down the hallways. So what if running was banned in the halls? She was running late, and running was going to solve that problem. Reaching the designated class, Cirilai skidded in and calmly walked to a desk. She took a seat next to a nervous looking girl. As she waited for class to start, Cirilai picked at a hole in her jeans. While doing so, she noticed there was a grass stain on one knee. Dammit! she thought. She must have got it when she slipped on the dewy grass while running out the door this morning. ***
Walking into the history classroom, Elaine took a seat near the front of the class. She was excited for the beginning of high school. There were more opportunities here than in middle school. She hoped she could make it to the head of student council. Elaine felt she was good at leading, and she liked being involved with the school. Running a hand through her silky hair, she daydreamed until the start of class. ***
Sauntering down the hallway, Meera was a bubble of self-confidence. She new she was good looking-no-downright hot. And she new there were going to be plenty of fine high school boys for her to sink her teeth into, so to speak. Yes. There were plenty of fish in these waters for her to pick from. Her path brought her by some familiar faces. Skipping up to them, Meera rested an arm on Tyr's shoulder. "Hey there, stud." she said with a smirk. "Hey, Rola." she said to the girl, a fellow cheerleader. "What class do you guys have first? I think I've got history. bleh." ***
From the tops of her eyes, Gianna could see someone walk infront of her, then take a seat next to her. She glanced away from her book, taking a peek at him. He seemed irritated about something... He suddenly looked over at her, and Gianna quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring. Whoever he was, he looked familiar, and she thought he was at least a year older. Of course, this was a sophmore class. Looking around, Gianna could find only a few familiar freshman. There was Teodora, as ready as ever to grab an A by it's horns and wrestle it to the ground. She couldn't help but smile at the image, and began doodling in the margin of her notebook.
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Post by Max452 on Apr 20, 2010 23:04:03 GMT -5
"A Student. 4.0 GPA. You almost scored a perfect on the SATs. You're going to Harvard, right? A model student." The officer stated to Romulus. "3.98." Rom corrected, "I got a B+ in Calculus from Mr. Sidhion. If you want model, you should check out Marcus. He's number one in the school after I left." Rom offered politely. "I mentioned that to my partner." Detective Oromis told Rom. "Anytime. So, I heard that a fellow Dragon got killed, and I know what you're thinking. Another cause of in-school corruption or peer pressure, or a prank gone bad." "Why do you think that?" "You're talking to students...and may I add, some of them don't have their parents around...I don't think that's legal." Rom smiled. "I can see those Law classes are handy." Oromis said with little interest, "We've got their permission. Its not your concern, now I want to know why you think a student did this?" Rom shrugged. "The guy was popular. Popularity has enemies." "You were popular." "No, I was likable. There's a difference. I didn't go treading on people's toes just cause I felt like it. I treated people with respect, while he...he thought he could do anything." Rom growled out. "You sound as if you had issues with the victim." Rom sighed. "Everyone had issues with him. That's were your problem is. Everyone had a motive."
*** FOUR YEARS AGO:
Kyler glanced up to who he bumped into. "Oh, sorry, Vana." Kyler apologized to the blond girl he had known since Middle School. "I'm running late for Math." He told her and sped off before his Dad would yell at him...in front of class, mind you, that he was late. Making it on time, with the regards of a glare from his Dad, Kyler sat down in his seat as the bell rang.
"All right, settle down." Mr. Sidhion snapped. "This is Algebra II. I'm Mr. Sidhion. Here's the syllabus." He began to pass his course syllabus out to the class. "I don't tolerate anyone breaking my rules. That's all I have to say about that." He eyed them all. "I expect you all to bring your books to class." A few groans, Mr. Sidhion glared and it immediately quiet down. "I'll assign homework everyday and I will have quizzes everyday to test you on your homework." Kyler mentally groaned... "Tests will be given every chapter..." Mr. Sidhion continued and Kyler knew he was in Hell.
*** Einar twirled his pencil around his fingers, paying attention to nothing in particular, although his eyes would drift to the girl next to him. He spotted Romulus, the Running back for the football team, surrounded by friends. He wondered what that was like, and then another uptight Freshmen in the front, eager to get started. Weird. Once the bell rang, Einar glanced over to Ms. Nasuada, waiting for her to begin.
*** "Ugh, don't mention my grams, please." Tristan groaned. "The woman is a monster." He followed Daemon as they went to History. "Well, I heard Ms. Tismri is pretty cool." He said as they walked in just as the bell rang. He nudged his pal to sit near the window. He passed by a brown haired girl and sat next to her, letting Daemon have the window. He knew his friend had some trouble breathing sometimes.
*** "Kool." Was all Tyr said just as an arm slung over his shoulder. Tyr grinned. "Yo, Meera." He glanced at her outfit, with a coy look. "You're looking great as always. Yeah, we got history too. Why don't you walk with us?" He said as he began to stroll over there. He heard the bell ring. "Opps." He laughed. "Looks like we're late...oh well." He shrugged, liking to make an entrance. Everyone noticed you that way.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 21, 2010 12:33:53 GMT -5
"It says here you would often get into fist fights while you were in school," the detective looked over the file. Kunin shrugged. "Never by choice. They always threw the first punch." "So you never started a fight?" The man sounded incredulous. Kunin shook his head. He could tell he was eyeing his tattoos with cynicism. "No sir," Kunin replied. "My father taught me an important lesson, before he died in the war. Never start a fight, but always finish it." "So did you finish this fight permenantly?" The detective asked outright. "No sir. He may have gotten on my nerves a few times..." "As with that incident with your girlfriend?" "Yes, as with that. But I would never have killed him. Or anyone." "So tell me about how it all began."
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Kunin looked out at the students from where he sat in the back of the class. None of them seemed to even notice him. He sometimes like it that way, but often he would get lonely. He hoped he would be able to find someone who would be willing to be his friend. ~~~~~ Diana glanced at the girl who sped into the class and plopped into the seat next to her. She'd made it just before the final bell rang. She looked disheveled, with rips and stains on her jeans. Diana was too shy to say anything, but kept her attention firmly on her desk until class started. ~~~~~ Daemon knew Tristan disliked his grandmother, though the specifics were lost on him. He shrugged when Tristan said he heard Ms. Tismri was nice. That's what all the students said about the teachers at the beginning of the year. They would see who nice she was by Christmas. As he sat in the seat by the window, he recalled with a groan that he had a doctor's appointment that afternoon. Not many people knew about how he'd been attacked by a gang several years ago and nearly died from it. His condition was still very delicate and he needed to stop by the hospital at least every two or three months. ~~~~~ Marola glared with furious anger when Meera showed up and started flirting with Tyr. She probably would have been friends with the other girl, her fellow cheerleader, if it hadn't been for the fact that seemingly every guy she liked, Meera had to steal. Back off, she thought dangerously, He's mine. She put on a fake smile at said, "Well, we should probably get to class now. We don't want to make a scene by getting in trouble the first day." She wrapped her arm around Tyr's, clearly staking her claim on him. ~~~~~ Ms. Tismri glanced at the clock. She would give any latecomers another three minutes before she started the lesson. She was missing at least three students. "Hello, class," she said with her pleasant smile. "Welcome to freshman American history. I'm Ms. Tismri, and I'm going to be your teacher this year. I'm going to take roll to put some names with faces. When I say your name, please say 'here.'"
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Post by Trinn on Apr 22, 2010 15:15:00 GMT -5
OOC: lol. So many characters to keep track of. 0_0
Well, who knew a cop could be cute? Meera thought, studying the policeman who was contemplating her on the other side of the table. "Allright, Meera. Just a few questions for you." Stifling a yawn behind a fist, the officer glanced down at a notebook, then returned his gaze to Meera. "You knew the victim?" Meera averted her gaze, looking down at the sterile table.
"That's right." she said, not happy to be reminded.
"And it's been reported that you've been at odds with this person more than a few times. Sounds like a lot of jealously to me."
"Just high school drama." Meera retorted, leaning back in her chair as she began twirling a lock of hair around a finger. "There's always jealousy."
"Sure. But you have a rather long history with this person... Starting about, four years ago, correct?"
"Right."
FOUR YEARS AGO:
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Vana snapped as someone bumped into her, nearly causing her to drop her books. She glared at Kyler, about to launch into a long winded speech, but before she could begin he ran off. Realizing that she was about to be late, too, Vana bolted off after him. Apparently they were headed to the same class, she realied, as she was running right behind him. They reached the class with not even a second to spare. Vana quickly slammed herself down into a seat beside Kyler, the whole while glaring at him. However, when Mr. Sidhion began talking, she faced forward and listened intently. Mr. Sidhion was a beast, or so the rumors went, and she didn't want to get on his bad side. ***
Shuffling into the classroom, a rather large pile of books in her arms, Nasuada closed the door behind her with a foot and hurried over to her desk, where she set the books down heavily. She glanced up at the class, giving the young faces a friendly smile. "I'm happy to see all of you looking so very happy to be here this morning." she joked. Turning to the whiteboard behind her, she scribbled her name and the class name. Turning back around, she spread her arms wide. "Welcome to English! I'm very excited to have you all in my class this semester. I'm Ms. Nasuada Varden. But, you guys can call me Ms. Nasuada, if you like. I'm not too picky. Now. I have some things to pass out to you..." retrieving a pile of papers, Nasuada handed out the course syllabus. "Now, I know you're all eager to get started constructing proper sentences and reading Shakespeare, but I think today we'll just go over the syllabus and get acquainted with each other." Leaning against the edge of the desk, Nasuada went over the key points in the syllabus. Grades, homework, quizzes, exams, etc. She felt bored just going over it, but knew it had to discussed. "Alright. Now. Turn to someone sitting next to you. Introduce yourselves and find out some interesting facts about the other person. Then, you'll introduce that person to the class. Any questions..." there were a few groans, but no one spoke up. "Great! Then get started!" ***
Glancing around, Gianna realized she was alone in the back row with the rather intimidating guy. Forcing down nerves, Gianna turned to him and smiled. She rather hated these introductory exercises, but oh well. "Hi." she said, feeling kind of awkward. "Um, I'm Gianna... Celesti. Gianna Celesti." ***
Meera smiled, accepting Tyr's compliment easily. She was a little put off by Marola and how the girl clung to him. Well, that was fine with her. Tyr wasn't the only good-looking boy in the school. Although, he might have been the best-looking. "Right. Who want's to make a scene?" she said, laughing lightly. Honestly, she didn't care about being late, and rather enjoyed the eyes that watched her walk into a room when she was.
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Post by Max452 on Apr 22, 2010 19:30:47 GMT -5
OOC: Tell me about it.
"Can I please go now?" Tristan asked, shifting in his seat. "Not yet." Detective Glaedr said, as he glanced at Tristan's file. Tristan cursed his grandmother for allowing the police to interrogate him. "Look, I've told you all you need to know. The guy was a jerk to everyone." Glaedr glanced up at him. "Really? Some of the other classmates say he was really nice....and some...well, not so." Tristan looked confused. "Who are you talking about?" "Who are you talking about?" Glaedr repeated, staring Tristan down. "Uhh.." "You can go now."
10 minutes later:
Tristan hobbled out into the lobby, where students from Argetlam High were all standing, sitting, waiting to be questioned. He spotted his cousin and Daemon huddled together. "Yo." He greeted them. "Hey cuz." He managed a smile. "They get you in yet?" He referred to the interrogation room. He glanced around them. "Man...this driving me crazy..."
*** FOUR YEARS AGO:
"Who wouldn't want to make a scene?" Tyr laughed, a little annoyed that Marola was clinging to him, but didn't much care. He had the girl strung along, plus, Meera wasn't so bad either. He grinned, walking to History. He entered the classroom just as Ms. Tismri announced she was to call roll. "Hey teach, sorry we're late." He flashed her a grin and then made way to take a seat.
Students eyed Tyr with some envy, and others sheer disgust as the popular boy walked in with two girls next to him like a pop star. Tyr winked at a girl in the front. She had light blond hair.
Tristan rose an eyebrow at Meera. She was one of the prettiest girls in school. Marola wasn't bad either, but she seemed to be interested in Tyr Valentine. Starting Quarterback! In his freshmen year! Talent right there. His eyes went back to Meera. He gestured Daemon to glance at Meera. Check her out.
*** Kyler withheld a groan as Sidhion began talking about the need for Math in our everyday life and how serious it is to succeed in his class. "Now, lets see how smart you all are." He picked up a stack of papers. "You have until the end of class to complete this. And there." He pointed to the whiteboard behind him, "Is your homework assignment." He passed out paper to everyone, and to Kyler's dismay, it was a test. Kyler groaned. He hated math. He turned around to pass the paper back to the student behind him. He froze. VANA! "Uhh..." He stammered, holding out the sheet of paper to her. "KYLER! Get started!" Mr. Sidhion barked. Kyler cringed. He did not want to get his father angry. He gave Vana a weak smile and gave her the paper before turning around and starting on his test.
*** Rom smiled as Ms. Nasuada entered. She was always very nice. And cool too. He once seen her yell at the Principal. Rumor has it she called him an Idiot once too! He was surprised that she had a job still, no doubt the PTA was behind her, keeping her to teach their kids. Rock on Ms. Varden! Romulus listened to his teacher as he glanced at the syllabus. Sweet. He didn't mind the reading list that she planned.
On her request, Rom turned to the student beside him. "Hey, I'm Romulus Kingsley. Nice to meet you." (OOC: I have no idea who he's talking too...so anyone can pipe in. lol)
*** Einar stifled a groan. This lady was nuts. He hated things like these. There was nothing interesting about him, and usually everyone was afraid of him. He glanced at the girl next to him. She was actually really pretty when her eyes weren't staring at her notebook.
He raised an eyebrow as she gave her name. He stared at her. Debating if he should do this stupid exercise. Think about work. You got work. You can't get in trouble on your first day. He sighed. "Einar Daganat." He said, always semi-awkward about his Celtic namesake.
OOC: Its hard trying to remember whos in what class. lol.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 22, 2010 20:07:22 GMT -5
OOC: yeah...we all have way too many characters. lol.
Tenel Ka glanced up from talking with Daemon when she heard Tristan's voice. "Thankfully, no," she said, "My parents managed to get me out of a questioning here, though I wouldn't be surprised if they showed up at my door in a few hours. I came to spring you, in case they decided you needed to be held for something." She grinned at him and pulled out her keys. "So...are you ready to go, or do you want to hang around this depressing place for a while?"
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Marola glanced around the classroom as they entered, just slightly embarrassed by the attention they received for being late. She hated it when people noticed her. She usually just tried to disappear into the crowds she was running in. But it was worth it to stick around with this guy. Ms. Tismri turned to the latecomers with a smile. "Glad you could join us," she said, gesturing for them to take their seats. "If you three would sit down, we can begin the lesson."
Daemon watched as the latecomers entered. Why wasn't he surprised to see Valentine with not one, but two girls? Marola seemed to be all over him already. He looked at the other girl when Tristan gestured to her and nearly did a double-take. Man, when did Meera become so hot? He'd actually been friends with her a loooooong time ago, back in first grade or something. Sometime before the popularity bug got to her. Well, he could see why she was so popular, really.
Diana watched as the guy with the two girls came in. She could see in an instant that he was a really popular sort of person; they were the same in every school. She blushed slightly when the guy winked at her, and turned her face down to stare at her desk.
Ms. Tismri opened up her book and smiled at the class. "All right, to start off the new school year, I'm going to give you an overview of the history of America, showing you the pivitol points that changed the course of the country. Are there any questions?" With none forthcoming, she started right into her lesson, trying as she did every year not to let her enthusiasm make her speak too quickly. ~~~~~ Tenel Ka smiled slightly at Ms. Nasuada's introduction. She could tell she was going to like this class. She turned to speak to the guy next to her, who had introduced himself as Romulus Kingsley. "Nice to meet you, Romulus," she said with a smile, "I'm Tenel Ka Fam-Ismalia. You can call me Tenel Ka if you wish, or even just T. K."
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Post by Trinn on Apr 23, 2010 17:45:50 GMT -5
"Reportedly, many girls liked the victim. But, you say you never cared much for him?"
Cirilai rolled her eyes. "Right. Believe it or not, girls have different tastes in guys. He wasn't my cup O' tea." The cop waved a hand, as if impatient.
"No need to get testy, Miss Ayati. I need to ask you these questions." Clearing his throat, he continued. "Is there any reason why you didn't like this person? Did he ever do anything to you that might give you reason to hurt him?"
"Ummm, other than being a self-centered jerk, nope. No reason. We never really even talked."
"Never? Not once in the four years you went to school together?" Cirilai evaded the cops eyes, memories of her high school career rolling through her mind.
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Cirilai rolled her eyes as Tyr winked at the girl sitting beside her. She had no interest in that jock. Why anyone bothered with him, Cirilai couldn't guess. He was obviously nothing but a scheming, womanizing, dirt-bag jerk. Leaning over to Diana, she whispered sagely, "don't waste your time with him." But then Ms. Tismri started talking again, and she fell quiet. Even the word history made her tired. Ms. Tismri was cool, but the subject was just not something that could hold Cirilai's attention. Slowly, she began sinking lower in her chair. ***
Turning to the person on her right, Teodora noticed they had already grabbed a partner. Unperturbed, she turned to her right, only to find that that person was also taken. Twisting around in her seat, she locked on to the person behind her, who was, thank God, not taken. "Hey. I'm Teodora. I'm an active feminist, part of PITA, and I'm in the Boxing club here at Argetlam." She frowned as she added, "They wouldn't let me join the wrestling team. Something about it wouldn't be right for a girl to fight a boy. Please. I could take any of the guys here out in a second." Teodora sighed, wistful. "So, who are you?" ***
Seeing Kyler's perplexed expression, Vana lifted an eyebrow at him. Stop staring! Snatching the papers he handed her, Vana took one, then passed them to the kid behind her. She would have liked to say something witty to Kyler, but she didn't want to risk Mr. Sidhion's wrath. After all, Kyler was his son. Weiiiirrd. she thought as she turned to look at the test. ***
Moving with all the confidence her good looks gave her, Meera made her way through the rows of desks and took a seat next to Tyr. "Sorry Ms. T." she said in a light voice. Catching sight of Tristan and Daemon's stares, Meera gave them both a challenging smirk before turning her attention to Ms. Tismri. She thought she recognized the blond boy. Could it be Daemon? Well, he certainly had gotten prettier. And that Tristan! She would have to keep her eyes on him. ***
"Well, nice to meet you, Einar." Gianna said after he gave his name. She was actually a little relieved that his name was almost as weird as hers. At least that was something they had in common. "So... well, I don't know if there's really anything interesting about me." she said modestly as her mind raced to find at least one thing that wouldn't make her seem totally boring. "Umm. I do volunteer work at the animal shelter downtown. I can't stand to see a suffering animal. I always feel like humans are the only ones they have to rely on, and it's so frustrating when people treat them badly. I believe that people should help those who can't help themselves, you know?" Feeling weird talking about herself, she smiled and asked Einar, "do you like animals?" then felt immediately ridiculous for asking such a lame question.
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