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Post by Max452 on Apr 23, 2010 20:05:27 GMT -5
"What is this, Black Hand, I've been hearing about?" The Detective asked Einar. Einar shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Sure you do. I hear you were a very adamant member your Freshman year." "I was very mislead my first year of high school." Einar corrected.
*** "The what Hand?" Kyler asked, looking innocent. "The Black Hand. The non-existent, but existent high school club that's supposedly run by the Principal? Rumor has it that he chooses people to make sure...that...students...are behaving." "I have no clue, sir."
*** "I heard about it, sure. In essence, they're suppose to be bullies. School enforcement." Rom stated. "But either than that, I have no clue if it even exists." "Why do you ask? You think this suppose group did something to the victim?" Rom asked.
*** "Aren't you a member?" "Nope. Not unless it means that I work a lot at the shop...either than that, I got no clue what it is." Einar smiled politely. "Really? You were actually quite popular your Freshman year...even though, some say, you put many of the students in the hospital. Let's see...oh here it is." Glaedr slammed a hospital report down in front of Einar. "Lawrence Wheeler. You gave him a broken arm. Slammed him into the lockers and proceeded to pull his arm back until it snapped." "Like I said. I was misguided." "But you somehow...got...guided." Glaedr asked, watching Einar intently. "Yeah...my Uncle." "And then you suddenly became unpopular and your grades actually improved...just by a grade or too...but improvement." Glaedr was staring at his file. "It was like you...were guided back....like you were no longer apart of this...group..." "What are you getting at?" Einar asked. "People who are outcasts usually get back on those who kicked them out..." Einar laughed. "I don't care about any of this, and I definitely didn't kill anybody." "Then tell me who was in this group." Einar stopped laughing, studying the detective. "You know about Fight Club? Its a movie." "What of it?" "The first rule of Fight Club: Don't talk about Fight Club." "Mr. Daganat, if they have something on you..." "The second rule of Fight Club: You do not talk about Fight Club."
FOUR YEARS AGO:
"Uh, Selene. My name is Selene." the little blond girl told Teodora. She was relieved to have found a partner. Everyone seemed to have claimed someone already. She was timid, but she knew things that people didn't...and was very smart, which, she thought, turned a lot of people off of her. She kinda smiled at Teodora's attitude about not being on the wrestling team. "Um, I'm in the Chess club. I like to strategize. I, uh...I can solve the rubic's cube in like 20 seconds." She offered, wondering if that was interesting or nerdy...
*** Volunteered at the Animal shelter huh? That was actually pretty cool. "They're okay. I'm not around them much. I work at my Uncle's mechanic shop...I uh..." He wondered if this was interesting. "I restore classic cars...like mustangs and cameros..." He told her, amazed that he was being talkative. "that's cool though, that you work with animals. My mom did stuff like that. Volunteering I mean...my Uncle said she worked for Goodwill or something." He shrugged and then paused. He really never talked about his mom before. "Uh...anyways..." He suddenly felt really awkward for divulging such personal information. "you volunteer a lot?" That was the stupidest question. EVER.
*** Kyler stared at the test. He didn't know how to solve these! This was like...Calculus! They weren't in calculus!! Was his Dad trying to fail him? He sighed, scribbling and writing away, hoping that class would end soon. It wasn't until someone raised their hand that Kyler froze to watch. Dad did not like his tests being interrupted. "Yes?" Mr. Sidhion asked, irritated. "Um, sir...I know this is bad timing...but the PA said that we were nominating a King and Queen today..." Mr. Sidhion looked like he was going to strangle the kid, but something, perhaps his better judgment made him think twice about it. "Fine. Since Vice Principal Tamar Fam is requesting it...then very well. Who want to be nominated?" He asked, annoyed.
"I vote Vana for the girls!" A girl giggled with her friends.
*** "How about TK? I like that. So, what interesting about you, TK? I don't have much, except that I'm a football player...but that doesn't say much." He joked with her.
*** Tristan felt like dying. Mr. Tismri was nice and all...but history...well...it was too boring! It was all about dead presidents and things that happened in the past...that should be forgotten. He thought bitterly, recalling his own past. He really hoped the year would go by swiftly.
*** Tyr had no interest in listening to his teacher. Instead, rose up his hand, and before being called on, asked, "Aren't we going to nominate who should be King and Queen for Homecoming?" He asked, his charming smile already in place.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 23, 2010 20:47:32 GMT -5
OOC: oh, crap! I forgot all about Slaton!
Pyra tapped her fingers arythemically against the arm of her chair, trying to hide her edgyness. Man, she needed a smoke...or some drugs. Something to give her a fix. Hopefully these police people weren't going to search her car or something, otherwise she would be in big trouble. "So, Ms. Trait," the detective said, "I hear you've got quite a reputation at Argetlam High." "I don't know what you're talking about," she said innocently. "Many of the other students have said that you're the worst person to cross paths with there. Some of them have stated that you blackmailed them into doing whatever you wanted them to." "They're lying," she said smoothly. "Just because I'm a bit strange, they seem to think they can get away with these wild stories about me. The Principal and Vice Principal sure aren't going to like hearing what others are saying about me." "Yes, you are also apparently quite the principal's pet. But a few of the other students have said they'd almost rather see Principal Galbatorix than let you know anything about them." "Gee, now that's saying a lot. I guess I should be flattered." She smiled at the officer.
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Tenel Ka smiled at Rom, finding his modesty a little charming. "Well, there's not really much to me, either," she said, leaning against her hand. "I'm on the track team, and I also like most any physical activity like rock climbing and hiking and the like." She wondered if he was going to look strangely at her for mentioning rock climbing. Whenever she mentioned it, people usually glanced at her arm and looked at her like she was pulling their leg. She didn't feel like mentioning that she was rich. If he didn't know that already, she had no problem with keeping him in the dark. She looked at him curiously. "So you play football? What position?" ~~~~~ Ms. Tismri paused in her lecture when Tyr interrupted her. She calmly answered him, "Thank you for pointing that out, Mr. Valentine. As a matter of fact, I was going to do that in the last half of class. But, seeing as you have seen fit to interrupt my overview and succeeded in distracting everyone, we might as well get it over with now." She looked out at her class and prepared to write down the names that would be selected. "All right, now who would you like to nominate for the position of homecoming queen?" ~~~~~ Daemon tried his best not to close his eyes as the lecture began, knowing that if he did he would start to fall asleep. He couldn't keep the absolutely "I-am-bored-out-of-my-mind" expression off his face, though. He roused himself out of his stupor when a male voice suddenly mentioned homecoming nominations. He rose his hand. "I nominate Meera," he said almost without thinking.
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Post by Backabuth on Apr 25, 2010 1:55:45 GMT -5
A flicker of fire lit up the pupils in Jatel's eyes as he sat slumped in the metal chair. With a flick of his thumb, the lid of the lighter clicked shut. Detective Glaedr cleared his throat. "Mr. Capello, I asked what kind of relationship you had with the victim." "I heard you." Jatel half smiled, drumming his fingers against the table. "Mr. Capello. I'd hate to have to bring one of my good friends into the room." Jatel glanced up at Glaedr, smirking. "And who would that be exactly?" Detective Glaedr pulled out a taser, clearing his throat again. Jatel rolled his eyes, pushing his lighter into his pocket. The reflection of his gaunt face caught his eye in the two-way mirror. His short black hair and empty eyes didn't tell his story. But his lips did.
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Letting up his fingers from the keys of the piano, the music in the room suddenly ceased to exist, except in his memory. Jatel sighed, then got up and grabbed his bag. He was already late to English. Jatel, a freshmen, was a music-lover. Notes and rhythms played throughout his head every second and only the hum under his breath gave away the melodies in his mind. Stepping out into the near-empty hall, Jatel couldn't help but hear the cries coming from the locker to his right. With a swift combination of hits near the lock, the locker popped open and out fell a wimpy freshman. Kell Staum let out a nervous laugh, then weakly punched Jatel on the shoulder when he had recovered his composure from being in the small compartment. "Heh. Thanks, uh, bud." Jatel smiled slightly, then slammed the locker shut. "Come on, Kell. Let's get to class."
Kell watched as Jatel continued walking down the hall towards the English classroom. He gave out a sigh, then moaned as he rubbed his aching arm. "Stupid Tyr Valentine," Kell muttered under his breath, then shoved open the door to History. He quickly took a seat in the front, giving Mrs. Tismri an apologetic look.
Jatel slipped into English unnoticed by Nasuada as Tyr held her attention. He side-stepped into a desk, then took out a piece of paper and a mechanical pencil. Lines sketched his page quickly and suddenly the music in his head took form as his pencil marked the birth of a song.
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Post by Trinn on Apr 29, 2010 0:37:40 GMT -5
Gianna had rested her chin on her hand while listening to Einar, elbow perched on the edge of her desk. She thought it was amazing that he worked on cars. Mechanical savvy she was not, so anyone who knew anything about vehicles or any machinery was brilliant in her mind. "Oh, yeah." she said when Einar asked her about volunteering. "I just, really like helping. I actually recently applied to Goodwill. Then I can be helping people, and getting payed." The P.A suddenly beeped on, and a voice announced that voting for homecoming queen and king should commence. Glancing around the room, Gianna wondered who might actually deserve the spot of homecoming queen or king. Romulus was always nice to everyone. He would make a good King. Or maybe that Marcus. And, Einar wouldn't look bad in a crown either... ***
Underneath her desk, Meera had her fingers crossed. She really, REALLY wanted to be crowned homecoming queen. It would be so prestigious, not to mention a crown would be awesome to have in her wardrobe. When she heard her name offered up by Daemon, she looked at him and gave him a large smile. ***
"The chess club?" Teodora repeated, tapping her chin. "I didn't even know we had a chess club. Well, that's pretty interesting." She leaned forward in her chair, suddenly intense, "you actually can solve one of those things?" she said in reference to the rubic cube. "Those things always end up frustrating me. Maybe you can show me one day?" her voice was interrupted by the annoying buzz of the P.A. Ugh, what was the point of having a homecoming king and queen? And who really wanted to be a queen, anyways? They were the ones always getting beheaded in the history lessons. Rather demoralizing for the females, Teodora thought. ***
Narrowing her eyes, Vana turned to glare at the girl who suggested her name for queen. She wasn't interested in such pomp and circumstance that the homecoming presented, unless there was a good story involved for the yearbook. And, good pictures were essential. Other than that, she wanted to steer clear of all the glitter and sweaty teenage bodies. Hearing the sound of the giggling girls, Vana wanted to smack all of them. Vana wasn't exactly girly, it was no secret, and she was sure the girl was making fun of her. "If I become queen, my first order of business is sending that lot to the guillotine." She said under her voice, crossing her arms. ***
After the P.A's announcement, Nasuada clapped her hands together and strode over to the board. "I was going to hold off until the end of class to do voting, but seeing as most of you are looking at me expectantly with such large innocent eyes, might as well do it now." she said with a smirk. "Right, so, let's do some voting! How about homecoming Queen?" she asked, glancing slowly around the classroom.
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Post by Max452 on Apr 29, 2010 2:48:46 GMT -5
"Now Mr. Spear, can you tell me what you know about the murder." Rashid signed. Someone died. "What?" The officer blinked, unaware that Rashid signed. Rashid repeated his signing. "What a minute, I'm sorry...I wasn't aware that you can't hear me...I mean...you're going to school...and..." He began to lose his focus and muttered about the school not writing down that Rashid was deaf. Rashid sighed. I'm not deaf. I just don't like to talk. He signed, but knew it wasn't of any use. He didn't feel like talking...that would be bad. After all, he had a fight with the victim at the party. That would not make him look innocent at all. Rashid just waited as the officer left to get a translator.
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Einar listened, somehow captivated with Gianna. His mouth twitched and he somehow formed a half-smile. "That's cool. Getting paid is nice." The smile became more full and then, as he realized that he was smiling, he stopped. "And of course, the helping thing...if I could, I would want to do that...helping...people." How stupid did he sound? Feeling more than awkward, he was thankful when the PA went off to confirm the voting. Ugh... Homecoming. He never went to dances. Not his thing. He glanced around, noting some people were whispering to one another. No doubt trying to figure out who they'll vote for. "So, uh, you going? To Homecoming, I mean?" Einar had no idea why he was asking Gianna that, nor that he had a sick feeling in his stomach should someone ask her to it.
*** Selene sighed. Of course no one knew that there was a chess club. They were for nerds...not like she was one. Who was she kidding? "Uh...yeah..." Selene backed up a bit, as Teodora's intensity scared her off a bit. She was pushy. "Yeah, it took me a few days to figure it out...but its really just finding the pattern..." her voice trailed off once the PA went off.
"How about Romulus?" One of Rom's buddies slapped Rom on the back. Rom seemed to have a you-got-to-be-kidding-me look.
*** Romulus smiled at Tenal Ka. "Hey me too! I love rock climbing." He had noticed her one arm, but being an avid climber, he knew that it meant nothing. Besides, why should she hold back because of something like that? That made him respect her more because of that. "Have you tried Red Creek? That's like the best place to climb! I love going outdoors you know? My dad is a HUGE survivor-wilderness expert and usually takes me and my brothers out to camp once and awhile. He's even taught us how to track, but that's besides the point! You rock climb! You know how hard it is to find someone to do that with!? We should totally do that some time!" Rom was getting more enthusiastic as he talked with Tenel Ka. Man, this girl was not the prissy rich girl he heard about. Suddenly, the PA went off, and Rom groaned. He was actually having fun talking with this girl.
When his friend volunteered him, Rom wanted to strangle him. He should know that he didn't like being in the limelight all the time. That was what football was for. He sighed. "Whatever." He shrugged, use to this type of treatment, apparently a lot of people were agreeing with that decision.
*** Tristan's jaw dropped. Did Daemon just say what he thought he just said. He glanced at his friend. "Are you brain dead?" He whispered to his best friend. "I know she's hot and all, but are you trying to get yourself killed? I thought your sister wanted to try for homecoming?" Tristan could automatically sense a cat fight between the two beautiful girls over the crown...
*** Tyr rose his hand again. "Ms. Tismri. I nominate myself." He grinned and then glanced at Meera. He smirked. They would be the ideal couple. He completely ignored Marola as he thought about his crowning.
Tristan gagged. "Geez...so humble." He whispered to Daemon and chuckled. "Man, that guy's gonna have a lot of enemies if he doesn't grow a soul soon..."
*** Kyler chuckled at Vana's mumble, having heard it all too well. He turned around. "I dunno, I think you might make a great Queen." He smiled at her sincerely. "You always make a great leader in Yearbook." He shrugged and turned around. Someone had nominated a boy, one that Kyler didn't know. Having those two names, Mr. Sidhion seemed content on those only, and immediately glared if anyone nominated more. "Back to your tests!" Mr. Sidhion barked.
Kyler groaned and went back to failing his test until the bell rang for 2nd period. Gym. Yay. That sounded great. He thought bitterly.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 29, 2010 12:33:39 GMT -5
Tenel Ka listened as Rom enthusiastically talked about rock climbing. "Your dad takes you camping?" she asked, grinning, "You're so lucky. My dad's a workaholic and never takes any kind of vacation time, and he wouldn't be caught dead sleeping in a tent. My mom use to take me and my cousin hiking when we were younger, but she's not healthy enough for that anymore. I'd love to go climbing sometime. We should--" she was interrupted by the P.A. announcing their need to nominate homecoming candidates. She sighed, a little annoyed; they would have to continue their conversation later. She observed his reaction to his nomination. So he didn't like the limelight, either. She could see herself becoming friends with him easily. ~~~~~ Daemon's eyes widened when he realized what Tristan was saying. Of course, Saenon wanted to be nominated! It just didn't cross his mind that he was the one who needed to do it. "Well, why don't you nominate her, hmm?" he asked accusingly. "It would seem a little selfish to nominate my own sister, don't you think?" Just as he said that, Tyr declared he nominated himself. Talk about selfish. He glanced back at Tyr. "Okay, I take it back. Maybe nominating Saenon wouldn't seem that bad." He noticed Meera's smile at him, though. Man, how many guys would fight to get that aimed his way? ~~~~~ Marola grinned widely at Tyr, thinking he would make the most amazing homecoming king. The only problem was no one had nominated her to be queen. She almost couldn't bear the jealousy she felt at the thought of another girl standing with him.
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Post by Trinn on Apr 29, 2010 15:04:23 GMT -5
"Yes," Marcus said in a firm voice, "we exchanged some strong words." The interrogator leaned forward, hands splayed on the tabletop.
"Just 'strong words'? Are you sure there wasn't anything a little more substantial exchanged as well." Sighing, Marcus placed his elbows on the table and his forehead between his fingers.
"What, you mean, did we ever break out into a fight, throw some punches, break some noses? No. I didn't want to waste my energy on him. He annoyed me enough through school, but I never thought death a solution to his attitude."
FOUR YEARS AGO:
"Well, I nominate Tyr as well." Meera chimed in. "And I also nominate Marola." looking at Marola, Meera leaned in towards her, "I could totally see you wearing that crown. I know! We should do each other's hair before homecoming! And pedicures! We could have a total glam fest." she said enthusiastically, unconcerned that everyone might be able to hear her. ***
At first Vana thought Kyler was being sarcastic, but she could see the sincerity in his eyes. Well, that was nice, she thought, a little surprised. Under Sidhion's orders, she turned her attention back to her test, frowning at the complex factoring problem. ***
Caught off guard by Einar's question, Gianna wondered if he was going to ask her. She wouldn't mind at all. But, it seemed he was only curious. "Oh, I don't know." Gianna said, her voice drowned out by the other students enthusiastic voting. "I guess if someone were to ask me, I might." she said, looking sheepishly down at her desk. "Are you going?" she asked in return, looking over at him again, nearly oblivious to the surrounding classroom. ***
Teodora raised a hand, waiting for Ms. Nasuada to call on her. Unlike the rest of the kids in the classroom, she knew the proper protocol. "Yes, Teodora?"
"I want to vote for Rom also." she said, lowering her hand.
"Allright! Rom, you've got some admirers, it seems." Nasuada said to Rom, making another check mark by his name which she had wrote on the board. "Now, anyone have any suggestions for queens?" Glancing in the back of the room and noticing Einar's and Gianna's private conversation. If they didn't want to vote, that was fine with her. But she hoped they wouldn't make a habit of it during lessons.
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Post by Max452 on Apr 29, 2010 16:18:24 GMT -5
Tristan groaned. "I can't nominate my best friend's sister! They'll think I like her or something...and that's...just...weird." He glanced at Daemon. For twins, those two were identical, and if Tristan ever liked Daemon's sister in a more romantic way, well, he knew he was going to have some freaky issues. No thank you. Besides, he he preferred the lone wolf; it was easier to be alone than to hurt someone he cared about. That's all he was really good at.
He listened more as Meera nominated Tyr and Marola. "Always a popularity contest..." He muttered. Maybe...well, maybe he could get someone decent to nominate. He looked around his classroom. What girl would be... "I nominated Cirilai!" Tristan spoke up. There. Competition. Cirilai was nice, a little tomboyish, but that was perfect. She was well liked. Too bad Elaine wasn't in this class...that would push all the girls overboard. He snickered.
"I nominate Tristan!" Someone in the back yelled out. "WHAT?" Tristan gagged. "Who said that?!" He turned around, looking frantically, but no one was giving him eye contact. "No...no..." He glanced at Daemon for help.
*** "Well, thanks, sweetheart." Tyr grinned at Meera. Yup, he could see him with a crown already. His lips twitched when someone mentioned Tristan. He could care less for Cirilai. Just as long as his Queen looked pretty on his side, that was just fine with him...
*** Rom sank into his seat as more people nominated him. "Its not really necessary..." He gave a weak smile as his friend patted him on the back. "I rather go rock climbing." He told TK. "Ugh, but I don't want let people down either..." He sighed. "Guess I'll have too..." He stared at the growing checks next to his name.
When Ms. Nasuada asked for a Queen, Rom made a sly grin. "I nominate my friend, Tenel Ka!" He smiled at Tenel Ka.
*** "Me?" Einar looked surprised at the question. "Oh, no...uh..." He laughed nervously, "I'm not that great of a dancer...and you know...I got to keep my wardrobe." He joked with her. "Tuxes...not my thing." He smiled at her, noting how she seemed like she wanted to go. He thought about it for a moment, ignoring the commotion in the classroom. "Um, well, if no one asks you...um, and if you really want to go...I mean," He laughed nervously, "if you want, I...could...take...you." He felt himself flush. Never in his life had he really liked a girl before, especially one he just meat like 45 minutes ago. He really liked his isolation, but, somehow, he wanted to make her happy. "Unless you want to be nominated," He glanced at Ms. Nasuada, "I could just you know," He motioned to raise his hand as he teased her, "you'll get a date real quick that way."
*** Kyler knew he probably failed. He stared at his test and was thankful that the bell rang. Everyone began to gather their things and motioned to make a line in front of Mr. Sidhion's desk to hand in their test. Kyler stuffed his things into his backpack and got up. "So, uh, Vana..." Kyler bit his lip nervously, "Um, seeing that, you know...you just got nominated...and well, you're probably going to make me cover the homecoming dance anyways, I was just thinking, maybe...we...could go together?" He shuffled his backpack up his shoulder, his face hot.
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Post by Tismri on Apr 29, 2010 18:11:48 GMT -5
"I don't have time for this," Marola insisted, her arms crossed as she glared at the officer. "I have to pick up my kid from daycare." "I won't keep you long, Ms. Rauthr," he said. "I don't know anything about it," she told him icily. "The murder, I mean. I didn't kill him, I don't know who did; I know plenty of people who probably would have, though." "You were close to the victim at one time?" "Depends on what you mean by 'close.'"
FOUR YEARS AGO:
Marola was about to glare at Meera, but then it transformed into a look of shock when she nominated her. Why would she offer that? Well...maybe she was just trying to be friendly or something. A little dumbfounded at Meera's continuous prattling, she managed to say, "S-sure, we could do that." ~~~~~ Daemon stared at Tristan in exasperation. If someone didn't nominate Saenon, he knew he'd have to face her fury when they got home that night. He quickly pulled out a sheet of paper from his notebook and wrote down: Please say you nominate Saenon for queen. Then he folded it into a paper airplane and launched it descreetly at Cirilai. It was a perfect shot, for once, and poked her in the leg. That done, he heard someone nominate Tristan and barely managed to hold back most of the laughter he wanted to release. "It's what you get for not helping me," he teased. ~~~~~ Tenel Ka held back a groan when Rom nominated her for queen. Just what she needed; a title and a crown to go with her ridiculous amount of money. "How about we make a deal," she told him. "If either of us win, we both find an excuse to ditch that night." A sly smile came across her face as she raised her hand. "I'm about to make my cousin hate me," she whispered to Rom before she said, "I nominate Tristan Sykes." ~~~~~ Saenon sat in the center of the math class, slamming out the answers. Thank goodness she'd taken those online calculus classes over the summer so she had a chance of passing Mr. Sidhion's class. Unlike her brother, she actually put effort into studying despite the apparant hatred of some of the teachers. After she had all her answers written and double-checked, she waited quietly for the end of class. Next period for her was chemistry. And she had it with Daemon. How wonderful.
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