Realistic or Modern Radcliffe High

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Elentiya (Elie) Locke
Location: School Entrance | Interaction: Open
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Elie was worried. She wouldn't admit it. Or even show it through her bubbly peraonality. But the 4' 9" girl that is now currently approaching the school was worried. What if people didn't like her? What is she was too... what's the word? Extroverted? What if she overwhelmed people?

Biting her lip, she shakes her head to clear the thoughts. This is going to be n amazing year! Her eyes twinkle and she lets out a bright smile that reveals a gap between her front teeth. Tucking her short hair behind her ears, she skips froward with a laugh. This was going to be the best year yet!

And nothing was going to make her think otherwise.

 

[Chimney Swift]

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Beeze
mikaluvkitties

As the credits rolled on the first episode of 'Brand New Animal', Max glanced down at the notes he'd been taking:​

• Kind of weird premise but I'm into it
• I like the dystopian science fiction vibe. Very original!
• Wait, where do the animal people come from?
• I see why you like the wolf guy; I think he's my favorite so far.

He really wanted to show Casper that he'd been paying attention... he'd been feeling bad about how all their interactions this week had been laced with anxiety and awkwardness. The start of a new school year was always hard on the both of them, and it seemed especially so this year. From the party to the art room, they hadn't had a calm moment together since the summer, and that hurt him. It made him feel like a bad friend somehow, as if he personality brought bad luck Casper's way.

Max closed his laptop, nervously chewing his knuckles as he jotted down his last few talking points before tucking his notebook back into its spot in the teetering pile of sketchbooks, journals and folders he had stacked on his desk.

Max's room was a comfortable sort of cluttered: a robust spider plant stretched its long tendril-like leaves down his dresser, the many shelves were stocked with books and boxes of outdoor gear, and his rug, curtains and bedclothes all had shades of soft green and yellow. It was definitely a place designed for the timid houseplant enthusiast. Since he turned 12 and moved to Radcliffe, this room had been his home. He had filled every corner with his own eccentric personality. It was one of the few places he felt totally safe. Throughout middle school and the two years of high school he'd finished, this had been his safe space.

Spinning around in his rolling desk chair for a bit, he looked down at his rather fancy vintage-style wristwatch.

Crap! 4:40 already!?

He gasped in startlement so fast that he choked a little, clambering out of his chair and grabbing his messenger bag from where he'd thrown it on his bed an hour before. He only had 20 minutes to get down to Fern's house to do homework with her! For an event that he was already jittery about, the prospect of being late did not help.

He was home alone, so luckily there was no one to stop him from sliding down the banister of the stairs like a comic-book protagonist and racing out the door to grab his bicycle out of the garage. Just as he was pedaling out of the driveway, he screeched to a halt and pulled out his phone, hastily tapping out a text to Fern:

On my way! Might be a few minutes late, so sorry

And then to Casper, just for good measure:

Saw your show! The first episode; It was really good! Can't talk now, on my way to Fern's, but talk later?

And then he was off like a shot.
Fern lived a little ways into the town from him, so he arrived within 15 minutes, or at 4:57 on the dot to be exact. Almost exactly on time... early even, but he still hadn't gotten his brain out of "I'm late" panic mode. Locking up his bike and running up the front steps, he rang the doorbell. As he could only hope it was working, he quickly sent out a text to Fern:

I'm here! I hope it's still a good time... I brought my homework!


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[cadence]

OWEN BOSTWICK

In all the worst first-days of school in the history of the entire universe, Owen Bostwick seriously believed his placed in, like, the top five at least. It was like those dreams where you show up your first day of school and don't realize you're somehow naked until everyone is pointing and laughing - except worse because he'd honestly rather show up naked at that point. At least it would be a funny story to tell someday! Unlike the actual events he was positive he'd feel guilt and shame over for years to come. By the time the final bell rang, he had already managed to single-handedly rack up forty laps for every single sports team across the school, blab his mouth about Grace and Ash's secret dog, fall asleep during his fifth period class because his teacher was so boring only to be awoken by said teacher and publicly shamed, fail to talk to the principal about Coach Richards' excessive punishments because the sight of him straight up scared him so bad he walked backwards out of his office, and more! And more! That wasn't even counting the general feeling-like-shit that came with first days and confusing feelings you have about your best friend despite being in a mostly happy relationship with someone else.

Needless to say, the day fucking sucked, which is why he was genuinely surprised to find himself in a good mood by the time practice had rolled around and he was finally able to meet Chase for their grand plans to sneak away from practice to have a totally, one hundred percent platonic dinner date. You know, as friends do. He walked onto the field still wearing his school clothes and a smile on his face, completely unbefitting for someone who was meant to run. He had Chase had barely ran half a lap by the time Chase had "fallen and sprained his ankle" and the two of them left to "take him to see a doctor." Only instead of going to the doctor, they drove to the nearby grocery store and picked up all the stuff they needed for their long-awaited platonic date. Normally, he would've felt something like regret after skipping out on practice, but he felt none of that with Chase. Nothing else mattered when he was with him.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked when they were finally at his house, turning away from the spaghetti sauce he was stirring to jab the spoon in Chase's direction, a playful glare on his face. He groaned a bit when sauce dripped from the spoon onto the floor and put it back in the pan, watching as Wally jumped down from Chase's lap to lick it off. "Are you laughing at the apron again? Oh my God, Chase, I told you it's my mom's!" His tone was offended but it was obvious he was joking from the smile on his face. Besides, he would've laughed in his position too! He wore his mother's apron, a black normal-looking thing until he turned around and 'kiss the cook' was displayed in large, sparkly red letters.

"Can't believe I'm making you dinner and you have the audacity to make fun of me. The disrespect," he shook his head in disapproval and turned back to the pasta, stirring it again so it wouldn't scorch. "Better watch yourself before I poison you, bro. Don't think for a second that I won't." He shot him a serious look before sampling the sauce, wanting it to be absolutely perfect for Chase. Honestly, he didn't really like spaghetti, but Chase did so he made sure to go all out. Instead of the gross jar sauce his mom usually got, he made the sauce from scratch. "Shit, that's better than I expected," he commented, glancing at Chase with a proud smile before shutting off the burners.

"The bread has, like, five more minutes and then dinner is ready. Help me set the table?" He pulled out enough dinnerware for the two of them and set them on the table, groaning at the sight of crayon scribbles all over the surface. He was so used to crayon on the table that he didn't notice until he was trying to impress Chase, and immediately felt embarrassed once he did. He'd bribed Gwen into straightening up before she left with their other siblings to their neighbors with promises of candy but she hadn't done a good enough job. The house still smelled slightly of cigarettes, and there were still doodles and scratches on the table, and honestly the whole house was just embarrassing. "Sorry about the crayon," he found himself apologizing, voice surprisingly sheepish. "Wyatt is obsessed with drawing on everything. Like, for real, everything. Let me go grab a tablecloth.. If we even have one. Pull out the bread if it beeps, I don't want it to burn." Without waiting for a response, he spun on his heels and disappeared into the hallway. This wasn't like their average bro dates, that much he knew. This one had to be perfect.

Interactions: Chase ( Beeze )

 

[elytra]

Casey Dunn
Location: Laundromat
Mood: Ghost Plans Denied
Interacting: Cian ( cadence ), Casper ( mikaluvkitties ) Mentions: N/A​

Sincerely, Casey just wanted to hang out at the laundromat and try and figure out if there were ghosts around.

That was it. They didn't have actual laundry to do. They didn't have homework. They didn't have sports or any other extracurricular, like other people. They literally had nothing else they needed or wanted to do that particular evening. The plan was, simply, go to the laundromat, break out the Ouija board, try to find ghosts. Sure, people had been invited to tag along, but the intent remained the same. Ghosts. Nothing else.

Except they hadn't planned for Cian to be absolutely obsessed over antagonizing one specific guy (who was apparently also coming) and frankly, that one minor detail had basically ruined everything. So that was cool.

They had at least gotten roped into the scheme along with Casper, so they weren't completely alone. That would've been much worse. They probably should've been more grateful for that, all things considered, but it wasn't as if they were the only people in the laundromat. Not that there were a lot of people, but enough came and went to give them occasional weird look. They didn't blame them. Cian had doled out candles and rose petals and if they were in the shoes of the actual costumers, they probably would've reacted in a similar fashion.

Currently, they were perched on top of a dryer, legs crossed and a rose petal in their hands that they were tearing up absentmindedly, surveying the scene. In terms of 'stages of grief', they'd reached acceptance at an admirable rate, though that didn't mean they were happy about it. ".....Do you even know when he's getting here?" They decided to ask warily, not sure if broaching the topic of the fake proposal was a good idea, but doing it anyway.

Flynn
Location: Outside the School
Mood: Check Out This Pro Skater Move Accidentally Launches Myself Into Flag Pole
Interacting: Xander (eventually) ( Winona ) Mentions: Vanessa​

Flynn really hadn't expected his first day to be in any way eventful. It wasn't like there was any reason for it to be. He hadn't been at the party long enough to be involved in anything, and he wasn't into sports, which meant he wasn't going to be running 40-something laps. Theo was busy doing whatever (with 'whatever' being 'pining over a jock'), which meant anything that he wasn't about to attempt any mischief, and it wasn't as if Flynn had many other people he spent time with. If asked prior to going to school, he probably would've predicted that he would've spent his day keeping his head down and doing whatever school-related activities that he had to do.

Instead, he had sat with Vanessa at lunch and was supposedly being 'kidnapped' or something. It was more than he was expecting.

The Nessa thing hadn't really gone badly, but that didn't mean he didn't feel weird about it. It'd been uncomfortable, it'd been unexpected, and she'd been crying at one point while telling him that it wasn't his fault that she'd ghosted him or something, which he honestly didn't believe for a second. As much as he would've liked to not act awkward as hell, that hadn't happened. So, basically, lunch had been alright considering the circumstances, but he still wasn't sure how he was feeling about it. He had gone out of his way to avoid telling Avery and Theo about it, obviously. That wouldn't keep for long. He needed time to think, though.

And now he was being kidnapped. Supposedly.

He half just didn't expect it to happen. It'd probably been a joke, really, or had been forgotten after the conversation ended. Which was fine, it wasn't like he'd cancelled plans for the idea or anything- not that he actually had plans to cancel. He probably should've messaged Xander or something to go 'hey, wait, were you actually serious or no', but also didn't want to seem like an idiot. So, instead, he was outside the front of the school, fooling around on his skateboard. Worst case scenario, nothing happened, he skated for a bit, and then he went home. 'Best' case scenario, he was dragged into watching a movie. Both weren't bad options for the end of the day, he figured, and he couldn't really see his day getting worse, at least.

As a result of thinking too hard on things that, frankly, didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, he almost ollie-d his way straight into the flagpole, tripping over himself and barely sticking the landing despite it being about the easiest move to do, ever. Was it embarrassing? Yes. But he was 99% sure no one had seen it, so he was going to continue on as if nothing happened.

 

[Beeze]

Chase Callahan

It was a day, to say the least. Chase was exhausted, and that was even without the laps that Coach had planned for them. He felt like a new kid, despite having more friends here than he did back in Cadbury. He'd seen Ash and Owen and Frankie and Theo. He apparently now had a fake crush on Drake. Plus his real feelings about Owen that had been getting harder and harder to deny to himself. There was a secret dog and his cousin, Ben, had come up in the conversation a lot. He met Ash's new friend, and ian seemed like a cool dude.

It was hard to believe this had truly happened all in one day. But now he felt he could relax, as he sat in a chair and pet Wally and cracked sipped on a drink that he had snuck in.

"It may be your mom's, but you're still the one wearing it," Chase teased, making kissy faces at Owen. The sauce that he was cooking smelled wonderful, and Chase heard his stomach growling. He hasn't eaten since lunch, and he hasn't had a large lunch either. He couldn't imagine running when he was as hungry as he was and he was just glad that he and Owen had skipped out on practice. It would be fine. He'd wrap his ankle up for a couple days, act like he was in pain whenever he saw Coach or Laurel or whoever else might see him.

Owen's house was a lot different than his. Chase couldn't imagine his father's reaction to drawings on the table or any smell other than his mother's "essential oil of the week". It was more... relaxing though. Almost like he didn't have to worry about getting yelled at for having the house be imperfect. If it strayed from his father's vision, Mr. Callahan was not a happy man.

"Don't worry about it, bro. The night is gonna be perfect, and a little crayon isn't gonna bring me down," he promised, winking over at Owen as he helped to set the table. He watched as Owen turned to go search for a table cloth.

Tonight was going to be perfect. It had to. Theo and Juni were right about Chase needing to let Owen know how he felt, but that didn't do anything to calm the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. And seeing Owen in that apron made him all warm and fuzzy and.... Ugh. Chase was terrible. A horrible, terrible man that was falling for his bro. He just hoped that his news tonight wouldn't ruin what was shaping up to be the best bro date ever.

A beeping pulled him out of his thoughts and he went into the kitchen, pulling on an oven mitt to pull the bread out of the oven. The smell made Chase smile and he set the bread out on the stove to cool. It was perfect.

Just like Owen.

cadence

 

[LibbyM098]

mikaluvkitties

Chance Rivers had successfully avoided everyone in his new school all day.
He already hated the damn place and it was evident Radcliffe was going to be similar to the school. Everyone knew everyone. People knew your business before you even realise it's yours. It was a typical small town.

Chance had made his way to Rivers' Machenics, best machenic in town.
He walked into the shop and dropped his school bag down on one of the desks that was covered in spare pieces, nuts and bolts.
He walked over to a set of metal drawers and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

"You better be lighting me one too." Liam Rivers walked out from the back of the shop and smiled as he saw Chance start to light up two cigarettes.

"How was your first day?" Liam took one of the lit cigarettes from his nephews hand and pressed the bud of it to his lips.

Chance glanced up at his slightly taller Uncle before having a puff of his own cigarette. "I'm back here alive aren't I?"

Liam chuckled softly and glanced over at the old Harry Davidson motorbike in the corner of his shop.
"Well welcome back to the land of the no-so-full-of-teenage-hormones."

Liam made his way over to the bike and took a deep breath of his cigarette.
"You can't keep walking to school all the time. Wouldn't want you being late. Us Rivers have a reputation to maintain." He glanced back over at the teenage boy who was now watching his every move.
"If you can fix up the bike it's yours. Use the older objects around the shop to fix it... or you can order something new for it and work it off after school. Sound fair to you?"

The boy had only been in his place for a month and he already had a strong connection with the kid.
Liam had always had a soft spot for Chance when ever his brother, Ryan and sisters-in-law Petra came to visit.
They weren't the best of parents and often left Chance to just do what ever he wanted. Free choice, Petra believed in. What Chance really needed was guidance... and a friend.

Chance's blue eyes widened when his Uncle offered him the bike.
What Liam serious? He was going to just give him something like that?
"Yeah... sure..."
He walked over to stand beside his Uncle and looked over the bike. Yeah it was old and needed work... but it wasn't in bad shape.
"What kind of reputation do we have in this town anyway?"

Liam smiled and started to walk back to the office part of his shop. "It's alright. Could be better tho."

Chance watched his Uncle walk into the office without another word.
He then glanced back down at the bike and grinned to himself.
He was going to make everyone in this town want this bike... but first it needed cleaning.

Chance didn't care about the homework he was given today. The Harley had now taken priority.
He had waisted no time in starting to clean the bikes engine up to see if the thing could even run.

An hour passed and that was when the phone rang in the office.
Liam walked out not too long after the phone call with the tow truck keys in hand.
"Hopefully this will only be a hour job. If not I'll need you to keep an eye on the shop. If anyone comes in with something you can fix, fix it. Also in the house there's that left over orange chicken and fried rice that needs to be eaten sitting in the fridge."

Chance looked over at him and gave him an acknowledging nod before he watched his Uncle drive off.

Chance turned on the Bluetooth system with his phone and started to play Imagine Dragons. He would never admit the band was his favourite, but that and 80's rock was pretty much all he listened too.
Finally. He was by himself. Just him, his music and his Harley.

 

[DrabberRogue]

Jace Rose

So, like, Jace's last few classes felt like they took a literal eternity. It was still interesting to get to see the new classrooms for the first time, but it was more or less all the same stuff he'd sat through in the first three periods. Syllabi. Somewhere along the way Jace started to get kind of bored. The hours started to drag along, and he increasingly found himself staring at the clock. Worst of all was that he couldn't find a big enough window to sneak out his phone. So he couldn't even get on Twitter through most of it, save for a brief exchange with a sympathetic cheer-guy. There were a lot of guys on the cheer team at Radcliffe. Jace wasn't sure whether or not this was normal, but his last school's cheer leading team was like one hundred percent girls. So it was a little weird for him.

Aaanyways, needless to say he was relieved when the final bell sounded off to release him from the day's final class. He was the first one to the door, his needlessly heavy bag already packed by the time he heard the bell. Not bringing a lock for his locker, while requiring him to carry all of his stuff around all day, did have a distinct advantage. That being that he didn't have to spend time heading to his locker. So Jace weaved through the crowds, making his way to the exit with a brisk pace in his long legs. Finally he pushed his way through the doors that separated him from freedom, taking in a deep breath of the sweet air outside.

Jace couldn't just leave though. Not yet, anyways. See to pass the time in one of his classes he had briefly amused himself by turning one of the first day single-sheet handouts into a paper airplane. An unfortunately short sighted act, as he couldn't actually make it fly anywhere while he was in class. So obviously he had to make sure he solved that problem once he had the opportunity. It was the only reasonable thing to do after having constructed a paper plane. So once he was outside he naturally opened his backpack, holding it up with his left forearm while he retrieved the carefully folded aircraft. A moment was spent to judge the wind, feeling how the cool breeze blew against his face, before he angled the plane in his hand and prepared to throw. With a practiced hand he sent it up into the air, its finely folded curves catching the breeze and riding it high up into the air. The pastel yellow construct tumbled and twirled, circling and looping as it danced through the sky above. The otherwise boring and arguably useless hand-out transformed into a delightful display of aerodynamics.

As his paper plane neared the ground, slowly running out of energy as it glided down, Jace realized that it was probably going to land near him. Gently lowering his thickly packed bag to the ground with a thud, he began to follow its trajectory. The piercing blue of his eyes tracked the agile yellow object as it descended, keeping an eye on it while he maneuvered into the perfect position...

A slender hand snapped out, catching the plane between his fingers as it passed by him. He'd recovered the aircraft before it could even hit the ground. His satisfaction at this was short lived, however, as he hadn't been watching where he was going. Jace had been so fixated on catching his paper plane that he hadn't been watching where he was going. He ended up slamming into someone else almost immediately after catching his creation, colliding with enough force that it knocked him over and knocked the plane from his hand.

"Sorry!" Jace exclaimed pre-emptively as he fell to the ground, a little annoyed by the sudden impact but fully knowing that it was probably his fault. A smile that was partway between amused and apologetic appeared on his face as he curiously looked up to see who he'd crashed into. Meanwhile his paper plane twirled mischievously overhead, having launched back into the air as it was caught by the breeze.

Winona

 

[Winona]

Xander

His day had gone about how one would expect from the public school system. Boringly. It felt like the day had gone on forever, even if it was literally the first day of school -- aka, the easiest day of school known to man. You literally just had to show up, get your syllabus, and then stare at the ceiling for like an entire hour. And it probably would've been fine if it was only one hour. But instead, it was eight hours also shoved together with only brief breaks in-between and like lunch.

But that was okay, because Xander had plans. Also Twitter. Social media. Texting. That stuff kept him alive throughout the day, from making plans with Ange to what they would do later (did someone say vandalism?), to deciding to kidnapping the one and only Flynn Ryder. Who, by some terrifying turn of events, had never seen the Disney masterpiece Tangled.

Oh well, Xan didn't care. It just gave him brilliant reasoning to get bug boy to hangout with him. Make friends and all that. And Mr Boring Pants was probably someone that Toby wouldn't get all in a tizzy about Xander hanging out with. Did he perhaps have some questionable choice in friends here and there? Perhaps.

Xander had rushed to gather his things when the final bell rang and had just exited the building when he spotted Flynn playing around on his skateboard... and caught the very end of Flynn nearly wiping out. A loud guffaw of laughter escaped his lips as he walked towards the other guy. And then he remembered this was supposed to be a kidnapping.

He threw a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. His cover was blown. Darn it.

"Uhh... I'm here to kidnap you." Xander said.

Beautiful, really.

elytra​

 

[Winona]

Ash

Her day could've been better. Between puppy stealing, getting caught by the school, and the forty laps that she had been promised for cheer, Ash was kind of having a rough day. Like, a super really rough really terrible day. She was actually on her way to the cheer field (while debating on whether or not she should just quit and go home instead), someone fell into her.

Ash, unlike whoever had fallen into her, stumbled but managed to stay standing -- but barely. She turned around to see a blonde boy on the ground and a paper airplane drifting lazily in the air. With a faint smile, she reached up and plucked the airplane from the air. Her sour attitude dissipated just by how, to her, silly this seemed.

"Is this yours?" She asked and held the airplane up for inspection -- but Ash didn't wait for an answer before she held a hand out to help pull the guy to his feet. He was new, wasn't he? Radcliffe was certainly getting an influx of new blonde boys -- not that she was complaining. New chance for friends and all that, you know? Plus it was nice to have a little new blood added into Radcliffe. New people and all that was always appreciated.

"Ashton West," she introduced herself with a smile as she helped pull him up, shaking the guy's hand before letting go. "Well, Ash. Like you can just call me Ash because the whole Ashton thing is a little weird for me. Anyway." She was rambling. Like, big time rambling and really, someone should probably come by and slap her mouth to get her to stop.

"Here's your airplane."

DrabberRogue​

 

[mikaluvkitties]

AARON OLLILA​

It wasn’t long before the Buick Grand National GNX pulled into the mechanic’s shop, and Aaron fought the urge to slam the door as he got out of the passenger’s seat, knowing all it would earn him was a light admonishment from his father. He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the car, glaring at the wall.

One Robert Ollila promptly ignored Aaron’s behavior, which only chafed further against him, and looked around the shop with a smile, finding no sign of Mister Rivers, and instead some young man around Aaron’s age. His brow crinkled, and he said, not impolitely. “Excuse me. Young man?”

There was nothing particularly grating about it, but on top of everything else, it made the desire to break something stronger. Aaron had had plans, and now they had been ruined because something was up with the car and Robert wanted Aaron to get some first-hand experience of how to deal with a mechanic’s shop or something. Maybe he was just looking for reasons to be angry.

He spared a glance at the other man in the shop and paused, because he didn’t recognize the guy. It made something in him clench, which only made him seethe even more.

LibbyM098​

 

[LibbyM098]

Chance had been so focused on what he was doing on his Harley that he didn't even hear the fact that a client had just rolled straight into the shop.
It was probably the fact he was concentrating so much and that his music was so loud he wouldn't have even heard the hum of the engine that just drove in.
It wasn't until he heard the car doors close... well one had been closed a lot harder then the other door that Chance turned down his music.

He turned around to see a 1987 Buick, a guy that looked a bit older then his Uncle and then... low and behold... one of the kids from his class.
Crap. He had been avoiding people his own age all day and now one had just rocked up and broke into his own peaceful, rock bubble.

He stood up and gave the adult male a polite nod.
"What can I do for you, sir?"

Chance glanced over at Aaron, that was radiating with attitude, before he walked over to the obvious well looked after Buick.

As Chance walked over to the car, it was obvious he was related in some way to Liam Rivers. The boy shared his Uncle's swagger, eyes and blonde hair. There was no doubt that he was a Rivers.
He also carried that same womaniser look his Uncle had.
Liam Rivers had a reason he was still single even at age 37. He never had a relationship that lasted over a month and he was well known in Radcliffe for hanging out at the local pubs and bringing a different girl home every week, but it stopped as soon as Chance came into the picture.

Chance glanced back over at Aaron and then back at the Buick.
Why was he here? Not like he was driving. The guy probably didn't even know how to drive stick and considered he got out of the passager side of the vehicle, it was obvious his Dad didn't trust him with driving... probably didn't trust him at all. That thought sparked an interest in the teen to his left.

mikaluvkitties

 

[DrabberRogue]

Jace Rose

The first word that popped into his head? Pretty.

"Uh..." Jace felt his cheeks heat up slightly as he watched the blonde and unfairly cute girl pluck his plane from the air. So this was the culprit who'd knocked him off his feet! Not that he was complaining. Meeting new people and all that, you know? He didn't hesitate to take her hand when offered, getting back to his feet with the girl's help. This then transitioned rather nicely into a handshake as she introduced herself. Ashton West. Or... Ash? She went into this cute little ramble about how he could just call her Ash. It made him chuckle, bringing a small grin to his face as he accepted the plane.

"Well then, Ash... I'm Jace!" The boy chimed, idly folding the wings of his paper plane down so they were flush with its body. "Jace Rose. Sorry about the, um, garish look of the plane. I didn't really have the best material to work with." He apologized with that same grin, calling attention to a completely pointless detail that he imagined she probably hadn't noticed. Jace didn't linger on that though, not wanting to murder the conversation with his aimless amusement, and quickly shifted gears back into introduction mode.

"Aaanyways, nice to meet you!"

Winona

 

[Winona]

Ash

Jace Rose. A simple enough name, although it did catch her by a surprise a bit. Ash had yet to meet a Jace that wasn't her older brother. Speaking of her Jace, where was he even? She had yet to see him anywhere in the school, but she supposed he was probably off doing what he normally did -- which was hiding in the music room. Now? Probably booking it for his car to head home. It was tragic, really. Her brother wasn't terrible, but he just didn't possess any of the want to pursue meeting new people.

Or maybe he just didn't have new people falling into him like Ash did every now and again.

"I think it looks great," she said with a grin. "Way better than my paper airplanes. They usually look more like balls of trash than actual airplanes." Okay, so Ash was just terrible with paper airplanes in general, alright? Usually she would get like frustrated and crumple them up. Plus now she was sixteen. Sixteen-year-olds didn't make paper airplanes.

Usually. Jace seemed to be an exception to that rule.

"Really nice to meet you, too." She stated. "You're new, right? It's like, kind of a small town so you have to be new."

DrabberRogue​

 

[elytra]

Flynn
Location: Outside the School
Mood: Feeling Pretty Happy About the Prospect of Being Kidnapped
Interacting: Xander ( Winona ) Mentions: Vanessa​

Aaaand he'd been seen almost eating shit. Cool.

It was, at least, Xander. Not that Flynn was exactly proud to have fucked up on something stupid in front of anyone, but he'd admittedly said a lot of stupid stuff to the other already. It wasn't as if he could seem like more of an idiot. So, while it was embarrassing, it could've been worse. It could've been Vanessa. He would've felt more frazzled about that than what had actually happened, so he decided to just be grateful. Though, that thought process didn't stop him from looking embarrassed as he used one foot to pop the board up to hold it instead of ride to save him a little big of his dignity. Not that he had much of that left, of course, but still.

He did end up grinning a bit at the admittance that Xander was kidnapping him, partially because he was actually pretty relieved that it hadn't been a joke. Did that maybe say a lot about his social life, or in this case the lack thereof? Maybe. He could go down that rabbit hole later, though. He tucked his board under his arm comfortably, slip up on its way to being forgotten for the most part.

"Usually people don't announce they're kidnapping someone before they do it." He pointed out, raising an eyebrow "I thought you were supposed to be good at being stealthy? Being a criminal and all." He made the executive choice not to bring up the fact that probably the only reason Xander had revealed himself was because Flynn almost launching himself face-first into a pole was funny to him. He figured that if he just ignored it, it wouldn't be brought up. Well, he hoped, at least.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MAX BERKOWITZ
elytra

Maybe it was a bad time... Max's shoulders slumped as he wrote a short apology note to Fern and left it on her doorstep. He slowly walked back to his bike, now with a lot of extra time to kill. Just going home to start his homework seemed a little daunting, at least for right now. So instead, he hopped on his bike and pedaled out to town.

Max had always loved the plant shop. He loved the sights, the smells, not to mention the shopkeeper was really nice and let him just hang out and sketch the different leaf shapes. Ever since he moved up to Radcliffe, it had been one of his favorite spots. Finally happy for once in the day, Max jumped off his bike and trotted into the store, excited to browse the new small palms, and... was that Lucky from school?

He had nearly bumped into the girl in the potted herbs aisle. He startled a few steps back, instinctively signing "sorry!"​

 

[elytra]

Lucky Quill
Location: Plant Shop
Mood: Sometimes Obsessions Over Random Things End Up Paying Off
Interacting: Max ( Chimney Swift ) Mentions: Cian​

The day had been going great.

School was generally boring. That was just, like, a fact. Lucky didn't know a single person who liked school; one could argue Monroe did, but she knew for a fact he didn't enjoy it, he just had a weird need to be good at it. That said, though, school had been a hell of a lot less boring than she'd assumed. For one, she had a totally legit new best friend who she met through watching him bully Monroe and then bonded with (also over bullying Monroe). She was in a group chat now, and she'd never been in a group chat with anyone but her siblings. Actually, she didn't really even private message anyone but her siblings too. She didn't really mind it, it was whatever, but having another person to bounce off of was so much fun.

Besides that, she'd gotten to watch Monroe face the consequences of being a jock, she was going to hear all about a fake proposal later, Melvin was cooking dinner- a common occurrence, but that didn't mean she was any less grateful -and she had absolutely no work to do. Overall? The day had earned a solid 10/10 so far. There was potential to go down in points, but she sincerely couldn't see it happening. The only problem was that now Kat and Monroe were off at the laundromat with Cian and Melvin was....well, she didn't know what Melvin was doing, but it certainly didn't involve her in any way, so she was uninterested and more importantly bored.

Which, of course, had led to her going to the botanical shop in town, because while she had a lot of shifting interests, the one thing that stuck around was plants. Her room was filled with them, and admittedly, most of them were from her stealthily taking fallen pieces of succulents and propagating them. Plant in fancy pots were expensive and it wasn't like the owners would miss fallen pieces anyway, right? It had become a bad habit, but not one she was going to be breaking any time soon.

She was carefully examining a bunch of different herb plants to determine which she was actually going to purchase, because Melvin had said something about 'fresh herbs' and 'dinner' and that was about all she'd heard before she'd decided that she should absolutely start an herb garden. Problem was that she didn't have the funds to buy them all at once, so she had to make some tough choices. She'd just been about to pick up a potted basil plant to inspect when someone else nearly hit into her in the aisle and then....signed sorry at her. She blinked owlishly at the boy, brain slowly catching up with the situation.

Wait. She knew this kid. Well, vaguely, at least. They were in the same grade, and she was pretty sure there was only one guy in the grade who signed. Or, more accurately, had to sign. Maverick? No, that was another one. Marvin? Nope. That was wrong. Max? Max seemed right. She opened her mouth to talk, before realizing oh, yea, she wasn't sure if he was mute or deaf (or possibly both) and shutting it once more.

Man, learning ASL was paying off, it seemed. She knew it would....eventually.

"Don't worry about it." She signed back, moving so that he could move past if he wanted to, grinning widely. Was she a little elated that obsessing over learning sign language had done her some good? Yes. Absolutely. "My fault for being in the way."

 

[Chimney Swift]

MAX BERKOWITZ
elytra

Max was a bit taken aback seeing Lucky sign, but absolutely thrilled. Radcliffe was seriously lacking in fluent signers, and he hadn't known Lucky was one of them (or close enough to fluent, at least.) In truth, they'd only briefly met in a Freshman year math class. He only remembered her name because seeing the interpreter spell it out, he had thought it was an unusual and interesting given name.

"You sign!? That's so cool! I mean, hardly anyone can-- what plant are you looking for? I'm here for the palms..." Max couldn't help but ramble, his gestures wide and full of clear excitement. How long had it been since he'd been able to have an easy conversation? This was the best! As much as he loved passing notes with Casper, sometimes that was a little unwieldy. This was real language, and quiet as he was, he had missed it dearly during this crappy school day. When he finally stopped for a moment, he was practically giddy. "...anyway, I'm Max. You're Lucky, right? How do you usually sign that? I mean, really cool name."​

 

[elytra]

Lucky Quill
Location: Plant Shop
Mood: Benefits of Annoying a Sibling: Learning a New Language
Interacting: Max ( Chimney Swift ) Mentions: N/A​

Oh, they were talking now. Or, signing more accurately. She'd expected him to just keep doing his thing, because while she didn't exactly know the guy, she was like 99.9% sure he wasn't a social butterfly. Not that she was complaining, she could definitely vibe with a conversation, but it was unexpected to say the least. She let Max finish what he was saying before finally chiming in herself. She was a little rusty, so her hand movements were a little jerky when she almost fucked up a motion, as well as slow when she was trying to remember how to actually sign a word entirely. She managed, though.

"Thanks, I chose it myself." She signed about her name, grinning to herself because nice, she could slip a joke about being trans in there. That was a win. "I just sign it like the word." She took a moment to sign 'lucky', before moving on "I'm just here for the herbs and maybe a few succulents. Have to keep collecting until my room is covered in plants."

She hadn't fucked up yet, she was pretty sure. That was impressive. Well, it was impressive to her, at least. The only person she signed with was Melvin, since they'd both sat down a few years back and learned with the express purpose of annoying Monroe by using it directly in front of him. Since they'd learned together, any fuck ups they made probably went unnoticed when they were signing to each other, so it wasn't as if she was confident in her abilities. But she didn't think she was doing bad in the moment, at least. Which was another win! She hoped she'd be able to keep it up.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MAX BERKOWITZ
elytra

Okay, maybe not exactly fluent, but close enough. Her sentences were clunky, but her grammar was correct. Definitely hearing... he wondered where she picked up her ASL, but didn't ask. That would be awkward, he thought. He didn't want to accidentally slip up and insult Lucky; not now.

"Lucky," He repeated, just to get a feel for it. "I like it." He smiled warmly, turning to the rows of neatly labelled herbs surrounding them. He pointed to one. "Basil." he slowly spelled out. "I should probably pick some of this up; it's fun to cook with." He shifted in place, suddenly a little awkward again as he tried to keep up with his own conversation.

What to say? God, he never got to chat with people and now he was bad at it. Well, that wasn't the only reason-- he was genuinely just a little awkward, unfortunately. "So, um... what are you here for?" He asked, rocking on his heels a little. "You're tall! I mean, not in a bad way. It's cool, like your name." He glanced back and forth rapidly, tucking his hands into his pockets to silence himself for now. He was really not good at this whole talking to people thing...​

 

[mikaluvkitties]

AARON OLLILA​

TW : deadnaming, misgendering

Aaron could feel the stranger looking at him, but he didn’t tense. Didn’t shift or glare or anything. He just went back to staring at the wall.

Robert smiled tepidly at the boy, then spared a glance to Aaron. Aaron felt it and frowned deeper, still ignoring the pair entirely.

“I need to get an oil change,” Robert said, polite enough, then glanced to Aaron. “Frida, are you paying attention?”

Aaron ignored him, part of an ongoing trend of late, and Robert sighed, turning apologetically to Chance.

“She’s mad she isn’t with her friends.” More accurately, Aaron was mad he wasn’t with his friend, singular. He could do without Juni and Ange, and he could certainly do without Ange, but he stayed silent.

An oil change. This much work for an oil change- There wasn’t even a reason to spring this on Aaron last minute, but no, that would be too much to ask.

He felt the new kid looking at him again, and he turned his glare on him, every fiber of his being wishing he were somewhere else.

LibbyM098​

 

[elytra]

Kaleb Weer
Location: Baseball Field
Mood: No Thoughts, Head Sniped By a Baseball
Interacting: Steve ( yourlocal-eboyy ) Mentions: N/A​

In hindsight, maybe standing by the baseball field hadn't been the grandest choice Kaleb had ever made in his life.

He'd made plenty of stupid choices. It was a bad habit of his, being offered decisions and then taking the worst possible option out of the bunch. Not on purpose (usually); it just tended to happen. One example was when he'd decided to try and figure out how to juggle since he was bored out of his mind and had made the genius choice to try and juggle knives right after he'd gotten the hang of things. On the up side, once he'd been at it for a bit, it was really cool. On the down side, the first time he did it, it was certainly not cool and actually very, very painful. Another example was the current situation, where he could've picked any spot to hang out into avoid going home, and instead of going somewhere like by the track or in the theater or something, he chose to be right by the baseball field.

Bad choice all around, really.

One second, he was over by the fence, looking through his bag for his keys to make sure he hadn't managed to lose them at some point during the day, and the next something fast hit him directly in the back of the head, causing him to curse loudly and drop what he was holding to rub the spot that was currently in pain. The assailant, he quickly found out, was a baseball, which rolled into sight by his feet. Which made sense, of course, because he was by a field where people tended to play baseball and he had extremely bad luck at all times.

Luckily, it probably was just going to bruise and he wasn't going to have brain damage, so instead of even considering getting checked out by a medical professional, he decided to suck it up and deal with the pain, which was already fading into a dull headache. He crouched down, picking up the ball and the bag, shouldering the latter. This was his own fault, so he was just going to return the ball and leave it at that. No need to get annoyed at the players.

He hopped over the fence as gracefully as someone who just got nailed in the head by the ball could, waving to get the attention of the nearest player as he walked over. Once close enough, he tossed the ball to the guy, who was pretty sure had been in a few of his classes, which maybe meant they were in the same grade. He hadn't really gone out of his way to actually take note of who shared class with him, though, so when he tried to muster up a name, he came up blank.

"Hey. Whoever hit that has a good swing." He said, smiling, one hand resting in the pocket of his jacket while the other rubbed the back of his head to indicate that he spoke from experience. "And aim, if managing to hit the only person near the bleachers is anything to go by. I'll wear a helmet next time, I guess?"

Lucky Quill
Location: Plant Shop
Mood: 5"7 is the Ideal Height
Interacting: Max ( Chimney Swift ) Mentions: N/A​

Lucky ended up laughing a bit at the comment about her height. Really hadn't been what she was expecting. She could basically feel the anxiety wafting off the boy in front of her; it was obvious he was happy to be talking to someone who actually could sign, but it seemed he didn't know what to say. Great thing was that Lucky's talent was talking about anything, constantly, no matter what the situation. She tended to have enough words to fill in for her conversational partners....or at least to jump start conversation. You'd think that, since that were the case, she'd have more friends, but she maybe tended to come on a little too strong and a little too weird early on into talking with people.

"Thanks! My two best qualities are my name and my height. They make me exponentially cooler." She signed, clearly not minding the conversation being all over the place "I'm here for herbs. For cooking. My triplet likes to cook. I like to eat what they cook. So I might as well contribute to the product." Liking was an understatement. If it wasn't for Melvin and their fascination with acting like a master chef, she'd probably be eating microwave craft mac & cheese every day. "You're Max, right? From school? What are you looking at the palms for?"

 

[LibbyM098]

The tention between the father and son was so thick, Chance felt the need to brake out the angle grinder.

As soon as Robert said he needed an oil change, Chance couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he popped the hood of the car, grabbed the creeper and an oil bucket.

It wasn't until he heard Robert say something about some girl called Frida that a look of utter confusion crossed his face.
That was when he registered what Robert was saying. He was calling his son, his daughter.

He started to do the twenty minute job on the Buick.

I was when he saw Aaron glare at him he looked away. Crap. He didn't mean to make the guy feel uncomfortable. And yet he was the one feeling like he had to stand up for the guy he just met.

He slid under the car on the creeper and placed the oil bucket underneath where he then started to drain the oil.

This was going to be the most expensive and longest 20 minutes of Robert Ollila's life.

"Well, Ma'am. It appears that your son actually isn't a big fan of cars and not all guys are. Actually it's kind of nice to meet a guy who isn't a grease head like myself..."
That was when he saw the amount of rust from under the car and the oil slowly drip.
"Ummm... Ma'am. How long has it been since you looked under here? The salt has gotten to all the frame work here. If you don't get this fixed in the next few weeks in a month your wheels will be falling off."

He put the cap back one once the oil was empty and then slid out from under the vehicle.
He moved the creeper and the now full oil bucket out from the car, walked over and picked up the bottle of new oil.

"Liams' going to have to give you the quote on the rust tho. There is a lot of it so I can't imagine it being anything under 3000 dollars to fix."

He glanced back over at Aaron and gave him a wink knowing that Robert wouldn't be able to see it.

mikaluvkitties

 

[Chimney Swift]

MAX BERKOWITZ
elytra


"Yeah, that's me! I remember you from algebra. Freshman year?" Max prompted, deciding to leave out the part where he only remembered her for her unusual name. Even he knew that would probably come out awkwardly. "I... um... I was just here to sketch the palms. They remind me of down south." The sign he actually used literally translates to "southern states", and the way he signed it indicated he was himself a southerner. Colloquialisms in ASL and other signed languages are actually quite common. Can impede understanding a little for beginners, though, not that Max really realized he was doing it.

At least it gave him an easy segue into a new topic. He raised his eyebrows: "So... Lucky, you from up here?" he asked, smiling a little in spite of himself. He was still shifting around, but had clearly eased up a little, making better eye contact instead of shyly watching just her hands. God, why hadn't he talked to Lucky before? She was so... cool. He supposed he'd never really had the chance, nor even known he could. Looking her over a little, he noticed the embroidered cacti on her jeans. Cute! He'd always wanted to learn to embroider. Had she done those herself? Maybe he'd ask a little later; best not to bombard her with questions.​

 

[yourlocal-eboyy]

Steven “Steve” Miller

Mood [Doing great at first, becomes real concerned.] Outfit [Navy blue baseball cap and hoodie, grey jeans and converse.] Location [Baseball field.]
Tags [ elytra ] Mentions [Kaleb]

​

Finally, school was out for the day. He could have the release he needed, some way to relax. He tosses a baseball up, then swings when it comes level with him and his bat. The ball hits a fence. He tosses another, it goes not as far as the one before. He seemed annoyed with this. He knew he could do better. Not once did he take into account that the ball might go further if someone actually pitched it to him. He tosses lucky number 3 into the air, swinging with everything he’s got. His demeanour switches quickly to a positive one as he watches the ball soar.
Up, up, down, down, down.. SMACK.
Steve’s eyes widen when he watches the ball smack straight into another kid. The initial relief knowing it wasn’t a teacher or a car, or worse, a teacher’s car, was great; but, he still hit someone. The boy quickly looked away. ‘Oh God, maybe he won’t realise it was me, maybe he’ll think it was someone el-‘ The thought quickly vanished when he noticed the kid try for his attention. He looked over, then approached the other kid, a concerned expression shows on him.
"Hey. Whoever hit that has a good swing. And aim, if managing to hit the only person near the bleachers is anything to go by. I'll wear a helmet next time, I guess?" The kid said.
”Ah, shoot- thanks and all but I- Oh, dang-“ Steve stammered, unsure what to say or how to properly apologise. ”Are you alright? Like, you’re standing and everything, but like- you cool dude?” He would ask, twirling his thumbs nervously. ”You kinda sorta just.. you know.. got nailed in the face?”. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, it was after school. It’s not like they could go to the nurse and get him an ice pack or anything. He winced and let out a slight hissing noise. “Ahhh.. that must hurt, yeah?”

 

[elytra]

Lucky Quill
Location: Plant Shop
Mood: Desperately Trying To Keep Up
Interacting: Max ( Chimney Swift ) Mentions: N/A​

Oh, right. They'd shared algebra at one point. That was probably where she (vaguely) knew him from. She hadn't really paid attention in that class; she'd passed it just fine at the end of the year, but she was pretty sure she'd spent most of the time scribbling on her notes and zoning out. She wasn't exactly a math sort of person. She could get behind geometry since it was like puzzle adjacent, but the rest of mathematics was a bore. Not that she found anything in school particularly interesting, but she'd take history over math any day, and that was saying something.

The next statement he made, she had a hard time deciphering, but used context clues to figure it. Well, to the best of her ability, at least. She was assuming she was right, and really didn't want to ask, because it wasn't worth putting the conversation on pause. Probably, at least. Either way, she'd likely find out if she was wrong if her response was completely unexpected.

"Sort of. I moved here freshman year." She signed, faltering on 'freshman', before managing to correct herself "I moved from Massachusetts. The mitten state! And now I'm here, a state that isn't a mitten. What about you?"

Kaleb Weer
Location: Baseball Field
Mood: In Pain But Rolling With It
Interacting: Steve ( yourlocal-eboyy ) Mentions: N/A​

It did, in fact, hurt a lot. Kaleb could already tell he was going to need to down one or two advils if he wanted to be able to get through the rest of his day. Ideally, he'd get an ice pack or something to slow the bruising, but there were none accessible, so he'd have to go without. It wasn't the worst injury he'd ever sustained of course. He'd had a lot worse, particularly during the beginning of his parkour phase. That didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. He jut wasn't going to admit to that, because he could stand a little pain and the guy looked genuinely apologetic about the situation.

"I'm all good." He assured, dropping his hand from the back of his head to instead readjust the strap of his bag. "Would've been worse if it'd hit the front of my face, but it didn't. Pretty sure I don't have a concussion either, so I should be able to pop a few advils and be fine." It would be a bitch to deal with until it healed, but he decided to not mention that. "Seriously, don't worry about it. Kind of my fault for deciding to stand there instead of literally anywhere else."

And now he knew better. That's a silver lining. He tended to fall victim to Murphy's law more often than not, but if he stood elsewhere next time, preferably away from any sports fields, he probably wouldn't be hit by a ball. There was a non-zero chance he still would be, but it was definitely less likely. That was good enough. Not that he expected other things not to go wrong, but he could at least try and avoid going through this again.