Realistic or Modern Radcliffe High

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer

There was something about the first day of school that made Sawyer want to just skip it all together. Maybe it was just the fact that it was a Monday and Monday's sucked, or maybe it was everyone skipping around and greeting people warmly like they weren't about to be stuck here for a whole school year. Summer hadn't been all that eventful, Sawyer would admit, but it was still better than dragging herself to school every morning with bleary eyes and a headache that never failed. Sawyer Andrews was not a morning person, never had been and never would be. Today was no different. Sawyer had spent most of the summer helping her dad remodel the garage into what was effectively a man cave. She didn't know why he even needed a man cave, they were the only two that lived there and his room could very well have been his man cave. For some reason Oliver felt the need for somewhere to sit that wasn't his room. It had been fun to do it anyway so Sawyer wasn't complaining. The rest of the summer was a time lapse worthy collage of fire and just general hell raising. Sawyer doubted there would ever be a lack of old houses to fuck up on the outskirts of town. There was actually one she'd had her eyes on for a little while and it was looking out to be that she would get to do that one with Ava on their fake date. She was excited for that, it was always better to commit arson with a friend. But until then, she would have to tough it through the first day of school.

There had been a party the other nigh that Sawyer had chosen to skip out on. Parties weren't really her scene. Besides, something bad always happened at them that screwed over all the fun. Judging by Twitter it seemed like Mason and Key getting into a little scuffle was the catalyst of that party. It seemed like everywhere you turned there was always someone getting punched. Sawyer sometimes found herself wondering if other high schools were like this or if Radcliffe was just special. They could probably make a reality TV show out of this place and make a killing. Hell there was probably enough drama with the cheerleading squad alone to make a whole show. They could call it....Cheer of Death. Sawyer was surprised that JJ or Laurel hadn't killed anyone yet. She didn't know how Grace put up with those people, with Laurel at least JJ was alright sometimes. That girl was way too nice for her own good. Sawyer shook away her thoughts and looked up as she came into view of the front doors of the school. She sucked in a breath and continued moving through the doors and into the air conditioned hallways of Radcliffe High. Almost as if her thoughts had summoned them, a group of three cheerleaders appeared. Chase and Ash stood with Owen, who looked like he'd drank a whole six pack the night before. She grinned and figured what better way to start the day than picking on Grace Jackson's boyfriend?

"Good morning, boys." Sawyer appeared next to them just as Ash scurried off in the direction of a boy Sawyer didn't know, "You look like how I feel, Owen. Did you sleep at all last night?" She stuck her lip out in a pout, "Oh, you poor thing. Here, this'll help." Sawyer reached into her backpack and rummaged around until she procured a brown paper sack that was meant to be holding her lunch. She popped the thing over Owen's head and chuckled proudly.

"There you go, just need some eye holes and you're good to go."

Winona cadence Beeze​

 

[mikaluvkitties]

LAUREL DAVIS​

Laurel kept looking at the dude who was apparently also a dumbass, considering what she’d do with the favor Key now owed her. A few things came to mind, but she pushed them to the side for later.

She nodded as he finally answered her question, glad to be over his filler words, and turned to head towards her locker, missing the way he held out his hand, which, in all honesty, was probably a good thing, given her current mood.

She couldn’t help a laugh. “Zeph. What a name. I’m Laurel, not Lauren. Screw it up and I'll have your head." She reached her locker, throwing it open and emptying her back into it methodically. “I’m dropping my stuff off before I show you to the class. My class is that way, too, and I don’t want to risk being late, you know? It’s a bad look, being late to the first class of the first day of the new year.”

She kept shuffling her items around, then, satisfied, pulled back out what she needed for the first class of the first day- Her pencil pouch, a folder, and a notebook. She gave Zeph a once-over, more analytical than flirtatious, and locked her locker.

“Where’re you from, Zeph?”

Winona​

 

[mikaluvkitties]

AARON & CASPER OLLILA​

Casper gasped as Ange said she drew cats. “I love cats! So does Aaron!!!”

Aaron shot him a look, then shoved his hands in his pockets. “They’re cute.”

The sketchbook came out, and Casper honest to god clapped. “Yes! Kitties!” They took it reverently, opening it carefully, so as not to damage the pages.

Aaron looked at it over their shoulder, careful not to seem too interested. He hummed as she spoke, frowning a bit himself. He imagined how the summer would have been different with Ange’s presence, and though he had to admit he wasn’t sure how much he liked the idea of having to share time with his best friend, he couldn’t have purposefully consigned Ange to misery over summer.

So he nodded sympathetically, looking at her- Really looking. “Good enough.”

Casper nodded, still turning the pages. “Dad got me paint for our birthday. Mom was really mad about it, but she got over it. I’m not very good yet, but I’ve been watching some tutorials.”

Aaron shifted his weight. “Yeah. We’re seventeen now.” He shrugged. “Sorry your summer sucked.”

ohdittoh​

 

[ohdittoh]

@therealangewalle

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Status: Catching up and showing cat drawings
Location: Front of the school
Interactions: mikaluvkitties (Aaron, Casper)
Mentions: N/A

• A N G E L A • W A L C O T T •

She smiled. "Well, learning's the only way you can get better, right? I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you'll do great, Casper."

She looked at Aaron. "I missed your birthdays? I'm sorry! I'll get you a present sometime to make up for it! Actually, hey, come to think of it..."

She looked back over at Casper and walked up beside them. "If you want a drawing in there, just tell me. I'll get you something better later, but...you can have one of them if you'd like."

She paused for a long moment, then seemed to remember where she was. "Oh, hey, Aaron. What classes do you have?"

She found her messy, doodled-all-over schedule again, and she squinted at the letters. Damn, she really needed glasses.

She shifted so that her shadow wasn't on the paper, and she began to read out the classes:

1: Geometry
2: American History
3: Computer Programming
4: Art II
5: LUNCH
6: English
7: Biology

"...do you have any of those?" she asked.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

Zeph

He winced internally when she laughed at his name. Yeah, yeah, okay look. He knew that Zephyr was a stupid name but his parents apparently had a thing for weird names. His sisters, after all, were named Zia and Zoe... okay, so Zoe wasn't that weird, but still. Of course, at least his name hadn't been pulled from the Weird Baby Names Book that he suspected Zia's were. His parents had had meaning behind his own name -- it was after some song that they used to sing together.

Of course, his dad had stopped listening to the song and the band entirely following the death of Zeph's mom. The last time he had heard the song had been at her funeral and each repetition of "zephyr" had left a deeper hole in his chest.

Laurel, not Lauren. Easy enough to remember. Although the have his head part did throw Zeph for a bit of a loop, but if Twitter was anything to go by, then it was important to note that Laurel was supposed to be a bitch. Zephyr was used to bitches so it was just... a matter of basically walking across shattered glass without getting cut.

"Yeah, no problem. I definitely wouldn't want you looking bad on the first day of school." He was a new kid, anyway. It was expected that they would show up late.

When she asked where he was from, Zeph found himself hesitating for a moment while he tried to think of the best answer. That should be an easy one, shouldn't it?

"I'm from a small town in the Midwest just outside of Chicago." Zeph started off explaining. The heart of the Midwest. That's where his life had been good and he had been happy. "But we spent the last year and a half in Rochester, Minnesota." You know, for the hospital that was supposed to save his mother's life.

"What about you? Are you from anywhere or have you just lived here forever?"

mikaluvkitties​

 

[mikaluvkitties]

AARON & CASPER OLLILA​

Casper beamed, humming a long tune as they continued looking through the sketchbook. They were pretty into it, ignoring the conversation around them.

Aaron fought the urge to grimace, shrugging. “It’s not like we threw a party or anything.” He couldn’t explain the vague discomfort that rooted inside him at the idea of actually getting a present for his birthday. It just didn’t seem worth the effort.

He didn’t say that, though, instead watching her walk up beside Casper and tell them they could have a drawing. Something about it needled at him, but he couldn’t have said what if asked, so he ignored it.

Casper just hummed again, wiggling their head a bit. “Thanks, Ange...”

Aaron kept his eyes on them as she read off her classes and, after a moment of silence, said, “Casper has Geometry first period, too.”

At the sound of their name, Casper looked up, cocking their head.

“Ange and you share a math class.”

Casper, who had very much been dreading math class first thing in the morning, gasped, rolling slowly up onto the tips of their toes then back down. “That’s great! We can sit next to each other!!”

ohdittoh​

LAUREL DAVIS​

Laurel nodded approvingly. So far, Zeph was much easier to deal with than most of the other assholes at this school.

She smiled as he answered her question, locking her locker, and then he gave her one of his own, which was fine, if only because it was basic small talk and nothing she cared about the secrecy of.

“Lived here forever. It’s decent.” She didn’t have any real friends, and no one took anything seriously, and everyone was some brand of weird, and she was filled with existential dread, but she was pretty sure that wasn’t related to where she lived. “The arcade’s pretty good.”

She turned and started walking off, not even bothering to tell him to follow or check if he was indeed following as she began speaking again. “There’s a lot of good places to check out, honestly. Have you been to the bakery? Absolutely delish. There’s a skating center, too. I know, you’d think, town so small, but we love to skate, I guess.”

Winona​

 

[ohdittoh]

@therealangewalle

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Status: Chit-chatting
Location: Front of the school
Interactions: mikaluvkitties (Aaron, Casper)
Mentions: N/A

• A N G E L A • W A L C O T T •

"Really?" Ange smiled at Casper. "Effin' sick! We can draw cats together or something. Definitely not do math." She laughed, and then sighed. "Dawkins is the most boring teacher on the planet. I don't get how he can stay so monotone. He should enter the FBI or something...teaching math like that should be a form of torture..."

She felt her phone buzz and checked it. It was a reminder not to forget to put her stuff in her locker.

"Shit," she mumbled. She'd forgotten, but she was glad that she'd set that reminder. She knew herself better than anyone else, and that was a good thing this time.

She looked at Casper. "Casp, you can keep looking at my sketchbook if you want, since we have first period together. I'm about to go and put my stuff in my locker. Move in, as one may say. You two can come with if you'd like."

She looked at Aaron. "I have the locker next to the one that I had last year. Why do they change them every year? Is there even a point to that?"

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[Soap]

Grace

"Okay, stay quiet. We can't let my mom know you're here."

A fawn and white bulldog stared up at the blonde, and her heart had almost melted right there and then. Grace wasn't huge on dogs, they were cute, yeah. But the story behind this little guy was much more complicated than her personal preference on them.

Suddenly Grace's door opened to reveal a rather curious Kate. "Who are you talking to?" Her mother asked, which resulted in Grace hiding her backpack behind her back with a shrug. "To... myself! Just a first day pep talk, you know how I am about first days and... stuff." It wasn't the best save, no, but Kate seemed to buy it and that was good enough for Grace. She'd flip if she found out the truth. "Okay? I'll be home late tonight, I have a client who... between me and you is guilty, but I'm gonna make everyone think he's not." Grace gave her a thumbs up for a reply and let out a deep breath once the door shut to her room.

None of it was completely a lie. Although she's more of the person to silently panic instead of giving herself pep talks, Grace always had trouble sleeping the night before school rolled back around. She was a nervous-body and the kind of person who'd stay up late just to find the right outfit to put on in the morning. She always had to look at least slightly presentable, this year was going to be... busy. If someone took a look into Grace's color coded planner, they'd be stressed just reading about it all.

A last glance in the mirror and she was out the door.

--

It wasn't hard to roam around the halls, say hello to whoever had walked up to her, and somehow find the time to use the bathroom without her backpack shuffling around. Now, she was in the library returning books months later. Thankfully, there was no repercussions for it. It helps when you and the librarian are like, best friends. Mildred and Grace had exchanged recipes countless times, her pumpkin pie was a life changer. Who knew the tiniest dash of chili pepper would mean everything?

Grace returned the books to their original place, only when she reached for the last one inside of her backpack, she was expecting to see a tiny chubby dog.

Oh no.

Bernard was gone.​

 

[Taelonthesands]

Juniper Ava Rowlands

Juni

Patience by The Lumineers

Mood: talking truth stinks sometimes

location School Entrance
mentions N/A
interactions Drake Winona

Juniper was careful to follow beside Drake, keeping her pace on her skates as slow as she could so she would get too far ahead of him. She even very gently placed her hand on his shoulder to keep her balance steady. Her nose scrunched up at his mention of Mason, in his defense he wasn’t the one that had started it all. But Juniper could read the air, and could definitely read Drake and in a way he was right, Mason did ruin the rest of the party with how far he did go. It was not a light fight, she was still worried about Mason’s injuries.

She laughs when he talks about her earrings. His way with words, not the best but still full of care and lightness. It was enough to make her smile and feel even more confident about her choice in getting them. After all, if her best friend thought they were cool, and they were distracting enough to get his attention to change, then they were more than worth it. Of course, she also loved them too and her decision definitely did not weigh on the opinions of others. But sometimes knowing their opinions made the choice feel better.

She freezes when he asks his next question, trailing slightly behind him as he practically drags her in his own movements. She’s uncertain if she can tell Drake who it is, after all it wasn’t really spoken about between her and Célian if she should tell anybody. It was mostly her pride and her feelings of worry that if someone found out about the favor between them, things might get worse and she’d receive all of the blame. This was Drake though, she told Drake almost everything because he was willing to sit and listen and he barely judged her for things. As if there was any judgement to begin with.

She perks up at the mention of Mason again, “Oh! No, no need to slap him outside of your own wants. Mason didn’t ask me to do anything.”

Well it was now or never.

Juniper lowers her voice, “So like, I got back Key’s stuff from his wallet but I couldn’t get the wallet back from the person that took it from him. I barely got his stuff back though, and it ended up that for me to take the stuff I now have to do something for said wallet stealer.”

“I don’t want to tell you the name cause it’s not a big deal, okay? It’s just embarrassing…”

coded by incandescent

 

[Winona]

Parson

He was brutally reminded of how disposable he had become when Key mentioned that he would hang out with Parson... only until he found his friends. Ouch. Yeah, sure, it hurt a little bit -- but it was fine. It wasn't like Parson was unaware of the boring effect he seemed to have on people. Plus if Key didn't even know his real name, then why would Key want to hangout with him?

Key's attitude changed in what felt like a matter of seconds. From seemingly happy to... being down. Being like super down, which made Parson do an almost double take. His previous feelings of sadness were dissipated almost immediately upon seeing the change in his new... friend's demeanor.

"Uhh... If you want to help me, you can." Parson responded. By now, their steps through the school had brought him to his locker where he now lingered, eyes resting on Key.

"Are you okay, man?"

ohdittoh​

 

[ohdittoh]

@key_kill

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Status: ...
Location: By the lockers
Interactions: Winona (Parson)
Mentions: mikaluvkitties (Laurel), Winona (Mason), Taelonthesands (Juni)

. K E A G E N . K I L L O U G H .

(FLASHBACK IS HIDDEN, AS I THOUGHT THAT THAT WOULD HELP DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN CURRENT AND THAT.)

Key gave an almost awkward chuckle. "Hell yeah...fine."

He most certainly did not sound fine, and he most certainly did not feel fine.

Before he had headed to school this morning, he'd sat on his bed, looked over at his bedside table, and picked up his phone for the first time of the morning. The talk was not unusual-- boobs and rats-- but somehow him telling Ash that he'd flirt with her if he didn't have a girlfriend had dissolved into him talking about how his girlfriend did little more than stay at his arm, bully him, and tolerate his presence.

They said something about butterflies. How he was supposed to get nervous when she was around. How he was supposed to feel happy around her.

Fairytale type shit like that didn't happen in real life, he thought. And yet he'd asked them, and they said that that was how they felt.

And he'd picked up his mirror and looked at his swollen face. His busted lip. His slightly-bruised cheek. His bloodied eyebrow. His bandaged, puffy nose.

He touched them, staring into his grey eyes, and he searched for some semblance of understanding or assuredness in his eyes or in his heart.

There was none there. He didn't get this. He didn't get what love was fucking supposed to be. This was why he always managed to piss off his girlfriends when they asked him if they really loved him or if they really cared; he never lied and told them yes. He felt nothing towards Laurel beyond sexual attraction and pride that he could have her and Mason couldn't.

Toxic. That was what Juniper had called their relationship. She'd said that Laurel had just sat and watched him get his face all fucked up by Mason.

I should be happy around her. She shouldn't bully me. I should want to be around her. She should want to be around me. I should feel connected to her. She should love me.

And, worst of all, Laurel doesn't care about me.

He didn't understand all this shit!

He felt a pressure behind his eyes. He clenched his jaw, and he threw his small, handheld mirror at the floor. It shattered easily. He stared at it for a moment.

Then his shoulders began to shake as he held in tears.

He moved to help him with his bag, and the silence of him recalling this morning gave him time to feel that gnawing feeling that came when he lied.

Shit.

"It's nothing." His baritone voice cracked on the word nothing. He rolled his shoulders, which was an obvious sign that he was lying.

He focused on his hand movements as he situated things in Parson's locker, and he tried his hardest not to think about Laurel...

Laurel...

Laurel...

He swallowed hard, and he caught a glimpse of Mason at Theo's locker from the corner of his eye.

His mind flashed back to Mason's fist slamming into his nose, but now, in the background, there stood Laurel, grinning like she found the whole thing amusing.

Him, humiliating himself, making himself look like an absolute dumbass, and her, just staring at him and chatting like it was something happening on television or just some form of harmless entertainment.

Him, getting saved by Chase, who he'd insulted and nearly-bullied on several, and her, making no effort to help him out.

You're such a fucking dumbass, Keagen.

He felt that same pressure behind his eyes as he had this morning, and he clenched his jaw tightly.

He looked at Parson with his teary eyes and swallowed again, letting out a soft chuckle. "My girlfriend treats me like shit, and I'm dumb as hell," he said, suddenly blunt in that way that he always got. "It's really nothing."

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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[mikaluvkitties]

(AARON &) CASPER OLLILA​

Casper hummed again, lips pulling tight in something not quite a purse. They leaned towards Ange, tilting their head to the side as she spoke about their teacher. They giggled, and then her phone buzzed, and their smile dropped immediately, eyebrows shooting up.

“I’ll come with,” Casper said, at the exact same time Aaron said, “I should go deal with my locker.”

There was a pause, and Aaron looked at Casper, and Casper looked back, Ange’s last comment rendered irrelevant for a second.

Something happened, silent and invisible, then Aaron shrugged, turning back to Ange. “I don’t know. Probably.” He took a step back. “You two have fun. I’m going to go find my locker.”

Casper smiled, then hummed, then turned to enter the school, sketchbook still clasped carefully in hand. “I wish they let us keep our lockers. If we did, I’d want to make mine pretty.”

If Ange were someone else, there might have been at least some hesitation on the comment, but Ange knew the kind of shit Casper watched, filled with magical transformations and friendship and honestly just kind of girly, so Casper wasn’t really worried she’d say something mean about it.

Once they were sure Aaron was really gone, they looked back, asking quietly, “Did you watch anything cool over the summer?”

ohdittoh​

 

[ohdittoh]

@therealangewalle

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Status: Locker stuff
Location: Front of the school; in front of lockers
Interactions: mikaluvkitties (Aaron, Casper)
Mentions: elytra (Theo), Winona (Mason)

• A N G E L A • W A L C O T T •

Ange waved goodbye to Aaron, and when he'd walked away, she began to make her way inside, talking with Casper as she walked. "Me too, honestly. I didn't bring my magnets this year, but I need to," she said with a smile. "The first day of school is always the day that I forget the most stuff for, in all honesty." She laughed easily.

She turned the corner, and in a quiet voice, she answered, "Watch anything cool? Yep! I worked full time this summer and did some stuff for the old people to get some extra money, so I didn't have a ton of time."

She paused, putting a hand on her chin. "Let's see...I watched Death Note for the two-hundredth time." She laughed. "As a joke with my brother, I watched all of Yu-Gi-Oh, too-- just the original series, of course. I'm still working on the rest of it, though. Kind of dumb, but I've grown to love it."

When she got to her locker, she pulled out the lock that she'd brought, opened the door, and set her bag in it. She began to unpack her back.

A senior boy, who Ange recognized from him hosting a party last year, was moving into a locker beside her, and, as she put her lack of pencils in there, she overheard a familiar voice: Drake's brother's.

She tried not to seem obvious as she strained her ears to eavesdrop, but when the apology came, she wanted to both gape in absolute shock or burst out laughing at the absurdity.

Oh fuck, she'd have to tell that to Drake later.

Holding in laughter, she figured that she had nothing else to listen to, and she asked, "How about you? D-Did you watch anything?"

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

Zeph

So far, Laurel wasn't as bad as the other students had made her out to be and he was starting to relax as he trailed after her like a lost puppy. Of course, he felt a little stupid following after her as he was, but what else was he supposed to do? He was like a small fish in a big pond and this was his best chance of survival.

He fell into step beside Laurel, one hand holding onto the strap of his backpack as he listened to her speak and give him a rundown of some of the places in town. Plus the whole thing about having lived in Radcliffe her whole life. He wondered if she wanted out like so many people stuck in small towns did. It was all he had dreamed about growing up but now that he was out of his familiar home, all Zeph wanted was to go back to the place he knew. Fuck, he was homesick.

"There's a running arcade?" He asked, one eyebrow raising up curiously. Every town he had been to before this had had an arcade -- one that was rundown and had nothing in it but old machines that hardly worked. One was even said to be haunted by ghosts, but Zeph absolutely did not believe in ghosts.

A small smile fell across his lips when she mentioned the skating. "Well hey, maybe you could show me the skate rink this weekend. And that bakery. Give me a little tour of Radcliffe." Was he being too forward? Probably, but Zephyr barely even meant it in a romantic way. No, he just simply wanted to have something to do.

Zeph didn't want to spend his weekends stuck home anymore.

mikaluvkitties​

 

[PenguinFox]

Ian was rather surprised when Ash approached him. He hadn't expected her to just brush him off or anything but he figured a passing 'hey how are you, catch you later' type of thing. She didn't have to go out of her way to come talk to him and it was nice that she was including him. His smile widened as she got to him. "Despite what the skateboard may suggest, I'm not actually a delinquent." he quipped back at Ash. They had only known each other for a couple months but there was something about their dynamic that made it feel like they'd been friends a lot longer to Ian.

Ash's question drew a shrug from Ian. "Not sure what exactly I was expecting, but it's certainly nothing like what movies make my situation out to be. I haven't been attacked by a single mean girl yet, I'm almost disappointed." Growing up he had watched a lot of movies. There wasn't any type of movie he wouldn't watch. Much like music, Ian found that movies connected to people in indescribable ways. They brought out emotions and raw energy that people may not even have realized they had. There was something really amazing about watching a person's eyes light up when hearing a chord, or seeing someone weep over a fictional character's on screen tribulations. Ian wasn't sure what he wanted to do after high school yet, but he knew he wanted to be able to provide those profound feelings to people somehow.

"In all seriousness though, no complaints yet." Ian added after a moment. "I think I'll manage to survive so long as I have at least one person who has my back." Green eyes glanced back at the two boys Ash was with. Whatever the relationship there was she was obviously close with them. Ian had friends like that down in California, but here was a little lonely. He could use someone to be close friends with, someone in the same state that he was. His eyes shifted back to Ash and his eyebrow raised slightly. "I'm looking for applicants, know any professional back havers?" Ian asked with a lopsided grin. His tone was playful but he was actually being serious, the joking nature was just so he wouldn't sound desperate. "They'll have to accept payment in the form of my company and terrible jokes." Winona

 

[Beeze]

Chase Callahan

"Yeah, I think skipping is only gonna get you more laps, bro," Chase said, patting Owen on the shoulder. In regards to his friend's next question, he shrugged. "I didn't drink much," he replied. He'd had to get home last night and he wasn't sure he trusted himself to wander in drunk late at night. So he'd just watched what he drank... and he couldn't say that he was disappointed by not having to deal with a hangover. Owen looked miserable.

"Yeah, yeah... keep rubbing it in. Coach loves you and would be happy for me to spontaneously disappear one day," Chase teased, looking down towards Ash. He really couldn't ask for a better morning than being with his two favorite people in the entire world. His best friend/first girlfriend and his bro.

He shook his head at Ash's suggestion. "If you try to talk to Coach, I'm sure she'll just tack on another ten laps and have you join us..." He pondered the problem for a moment. "Fake an injury?" he suggested. He'd been wanting to try that tactic and it might just work for Owen. "Run a lap, fall to the ground, and tell her your ankle or knee is sore or something. She might let you sit on the bench for the rest of practice and it'll be "fine" if you ice and rest it tonight?" he suggested.

He watched Ash run off to some... guy that Chase had never seen before. Huh. Well, someone would be receiving some teasing tonight. Chase had to admit that her running off like that looked suspiciously like someone had a crush. With Ash gone, he turned his attention fully back to Owen. It was just... a warm and happy and fulfilling feeling to be back with his bro and Chase stepped a bit closer now that Ash was gone.

"Sawyer..." Chase greeted, eyeing the girl a little suspiciously. He didn't get much of a chance to get anything else out before she had plucked something from her backpack and covered Owen's face. "Huh. Took only..." he looked at the time on his phone. "Five minutes or so for you to start terrorizing Owen? Must be a new record..." He reached up to grab one strap of his backpack with his right hand. All of this was said to Sawyer with a playful undertone to his words. Hey, he wasn't the type to start needless fights right in the public eye...

Unlike certain jocks he could mention...

"Although I suppose you're just using Owen as an excuse to come see me, huh? I know you're still madly in love with me and it was probably painful to go so long without talking to Chasey." He gave her the most charming smile he could muster this early in the morning.

Winona cadence KingofAesir

 

[cadence]

owen bostwick

"I wasn't actually going to skip," he defended, throwing up his hands mock surrender. Once he looked past the twenty laps he was dreading, he was actually looking forward to cheer. "I just can't believe we have twenty laps because of juice. On the first day of practice. She seems more uptight than usual, right? It's not just me?" He glanced towards Chase, who mentioned Coach being happy if he were to spontaneously disappear. "You're so right, bro. She fucking hates us. I'm, like, one hundred percent positive she daydreams about ways to kill me with her bare hands. I bet she would if given the opportunity, too. That's what really scares me."

"I'm with Chase though, Ash. Don't worry about talking to her. She'll just make you run laps with us." Faking an injury, however... Owen was intrigued by the idea. "Bro, I don't think I even have to fake it. I feel so bad right now, I would not surprised if I just, like, died after one lap. Ugh, so much for lions and heads exploding in space... This is my life now. Owen Bostwick, died at seventeen because he had to run laps. That's so not badass."

He lifted a brow when Ash spoke up, excusing herself to meet with someone he didn't know just a bit away from them. "Who's that?" He asked, stepping in closer the exact same time Chase did. When their shoulders brushed, he took a small step away, because yes - his emotions were all over the place and a simple brush of the shoulders was enough to make him overthink their entire relationship.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask if the guy was the guy Ash had supposedly been hanging out with over the summer, a familiar face had approached them. Sawyer. Already on her way to harass him, he imagined. "I actually slept like a baby, to be honest. It was waking up that -" Before he could finish the sentence, she had placed a paper bag over his head, taking him by surprise. But he didn't waste a second for the dramatics, immediately putting a hand to his heart to convey the overwhelming amount of thanks he felt towards his. "Sawyer... You're so kind," he said, voice playful and muffled by the bag. At her suggestion, he picked out two holes to see out of. "But doesn't this defeat the purpose, yea? I'm trying to draw attention away from my eyes. Not have them be the only thing you can see."

He plucked the bag off his head, revealing a brow lifted in curiosity. "Madly in love with Chase, eh? I could have swore you were trying to steal my girlfriend."

Interactions: Chase ( Beeze ), Ash ( Winona ), Sawyer ( KingofAesir )

 

[Winona]

Ava

How dare she.

One moment she had been messaging JJ and probably pissing her off and the next minute, it was telling her that she couldn't send JJ any messages. She had actually done it. Ava had been blocked by one Juliette Jameson, and now she was pissed. How dare JJ think that she could do something like that to her best friend.

So when Ava got to school, she was on a mission. A mission that involved finding one particular little brunette cheerleader and demanding to know why she had been so rudely blocked. Ava's marching took her all over the school but with no luck until she was walking past the girl's bathroom. She came to an abrupt stop a few feet away from it and turned back around. Of course, how could she be so stupid? It was JJ and if there was one thing she liked more than anything else, it was looking at herself.

Ava marched over to the bathroom and shoved her way into the bathroom and sure enough, there she was. JJ. Doing her makeup or something else in the stupid bathroom mirror.

"Jules, what the hell?" She snapped as she walked over to her. Ava leaned against the sink by JJ, crossing her arms over her chest. This was a horrible start to the first day of school, to be perfectly honest, and Ava really just wanted to get whatever the hell was going on with JJ sorted out. Was it about the Sawyer date?

Obviously it was about the Sawyer date, but whatever. What was Ava supposed to do? Just not date anyone because JJ had a problem with everyone that she tried to go out with?

... Granted, Ava had never tried to go out with anyone, but her point stood.

Soap​

 

[Winona]

Ash

"Ooh, shame." She said with a little frown. "Delinquents are totally my type." An obvious lie by the way her smile came back just as quickly as it had disappeared, her eyes glancing at the skateboard for a moment before looking back at the blonde boy in front of her. Okay, so maybe brushing off her friends had been a little bit much, but hey, they would be fine.

Chase and Owen obviously had each other and, you know, she almost always felt like a third wheel hanging around them -- at least until Grace came over, in which case she still sometimes felt a little outcast. It was stupid. Just... stupid insecurities and all that. It was stupid to feel like she was on the outside looking in when it was so obviously not the case.

She did glance back at the boys in time to see Sawyer had approached them and... put a paper bag over Owen's head? Her eyebrows creased together for a moment in confusion. Seriously, could Sawyer be any more obvious about her crush on Grace? It was so obvious to Ash that there was no way others hadn't caught on by now. Ash was horrible at telling if people had crushes, so if she could tell, then surely the rest of the school was able to tell. Except for obviously Grace. The only person worse at the crush thing than Ash was her.

Ash turned her attention back on Ian. You know, the guy that was alone in the new school, hence being the reason that she had come up to him. She liked socializing with the new kids and giving them someone to rely on -- it was how her and Chase had become friends, after all, and now look at him! He was blossoming. Kind of.

She let out a small gasp, throwing one hand dramatically across her chest when Ian asked about applicants for his back having position. Okay, that sounded weird out of context. "And here I thought I already had the position. I didn't realize that I was going to have competition." Ash shook her head in mock disappointment.

A little smile played across her lips. "Kidding, obviously. Anyway, I'll introduce you to some of my friends, uhh..." she looked back at Owen, Sawyer, and Chase with the paper bag over Owen's head. And of course, as she was looking at them, Grace ran past looking like she was in some kind of hurry. "I'll introduce you to them later." She finally said, smiling back up at Ian. "Chase and Grace are awesome and Owen is pretty cool, too. I'm sure they'll all love you."

PenguinFox​

 

[mikaluvkitties]

CASPER OLLILA​

Casper laughed, too, though it was flaked with nerves, something that never quite went away at school.

They nodded along as she spoke, eyes alight. “That’s so cool!” They couldn’t help a twist as they walked, tapping their fingertips against each other.

They stood next to her, unperturbed by Theo and Mason’s conversation- To be honest, they didn’t even notice.

Casper swallowed hard as she returned the question, and they smiled, gaze dropping to the sketchbook, continuing to look through it as they nodded. “A lot of stuff. I rewatched Sailor Moon and Sailor Moon Crystal and Revolutionary Girl Utena. They glanced up to her shyly, brushing their hair from their face. “I watched Beastars, too, and it was really good! I liked the designs and the art. Haru’s really cute!”

ohdittoh​

LAUREL DAVIS​

Laurel nodded, lip quirking up. Yeah, her town was pretty cool and she knew it. That didn’t change the fact that one day she’d leave- It wasn’t that she wanted to, but it was inevitable. She’d go to the city, get a degree in something, and get a job her parents could be proud of her for. There weren’t really jobs like that in town.

And then Zeph kept speaking, asking her to show him around, and her eyebrows shot up. Forward, huh?

On a different day, maybe she would have chewed him out over it, but Key had told her to be nice, so instead, she laughed, shooting him a friendly-adjacent look. “I’ll think about it.”

They reached his classroom, and she gestured to the thing. “And this is your classroom.”

Winona​

 

[ohdittoh]

@therealangewalle

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Status: Setting up shop and chatting anime
Location: Front of the school; in front of lockers
Interactions: mikaluvkitties (Casper)
Mentions: N/A

• A N G E L A • W A L C O T T •

Ange shuffled some more secret items from her backpack to her locker in a less obvious way, chuckling as she did. "I forgot entirely about Beastars...I watched that, too..."

She didn't have Netflix, but she had pirated it. Of course, she didn't mention that.

"I'm dreading Geometry," she sighed, talking so that it wasn't obvious that she was setting up shop. "I've mentioned that already, haven't I...? God..."

She was, frankly, nervous about this year. She really didn't want to fail a grade again, and her sister was the only reason why she had avoided it last year.

Finally, she put on her backpack, shut her locker, and looked at her phone. 7:23. Lovely. Wonderful. Great. Seven minutes.

She leaned back against her locker, and then she realized that she had to lock it, and she slid the lock on. "But those are cool! And yeah, Haru is adorable!"

She adjusted her backpack and looked at Casper with a smile. "Ready to head to the Geometry room?"

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code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[DrabberRogue]

Jace Rose

A chuckle escaped Jace's lips, his smile growing into a crooked grin. "Hey, I've been this tall for a while." He remarked in a playful tone, the girl's giggle proving infectious. For him anyways. "Honestly though, they probably should've held me back." He then added on shortly after, leaning slightly closer to her as if sharing a secret. That moment passed quickly, however, before he directed those piercing blue eyes of his down the hallway. In the direction the probably younger girl had pointed.

"Hm... Well, I've got English first. Room one-four-one." Jace glanced back at Ivy as he rattled off the first class of his schedule, his grin now more of a smirk while his mind turned to navigation. "I actually went and figured out where that is before coming here, and I'm pretty sure there's no two-hundred numbers down that hall. So we can cross that off." He concluded, turning to begin the search. Soon his gaze was inspecting the schedule in his hand, scanning through his classes again to double check the room numbers. Maybe he'd be able to determine where some of his other classes were going to be while they were looking for room 230.

"Soooo out of curiosity, what's in room 230?" He soon asked, once again glancing back to the fairy-tale-presumably-freshman girl as he set off. Normally he would've immediately taken to striding at an energetic pace, his long legs affording him a swift walking speed, but he started off a little slow this time. Slow by his standards anyways. Jace wanted to make sure his new locker twin could keep pace with him.

Chimney Swift

 

[Chimney Swift]

DrabberRogue
Jack's response to Ivy's interrogations failed to touch upon some key points, including just what grade he actually was in. Her smile twitched a little, as if it would twist into a scowl against her will if she didn't put all her energy into plastering it on. They should have held him back? This seems to imply that they didn't, but he also didn't directly state this. Was she meant to infer that he was in fact just a freakishly developed freshman?

She trotted after him, her old leather ankle boots clicking against the linoleum flooring like horse's hooves. God, his stride length was unbelievable. As they walked, he kept up the conversation, which ivy was strangely grateful for. She didn't often act like she wanted company, especially at this hour of the morning, but she had to admit it was nice to have a companion who was just as lost as she was.

He asked her what class she had in the room they were hunting down: "Drama. Sounds like a blast, right?" She quipped back, her words laced with a lighthearted sort of sarcasm. "I get to meet all the shittiest, most entitled kids right away. It's gonna be fantastic." A brief hint of nostalgia crept into her words, in spite of herself. Of the few positive memories she had of her life thus far, most of them had happened on a stage. Ivy had a deep fondness for acting and singing... The fact pace of the theatre was perfect for her. It was probably the only circumstance where it paid to be a feisty attention-starved spitfire.
"Nothing sucks the joy out of the Arts like school, right? English must be even worse. Sucks for you, having to start off your day listening to a room full of psuedo-intellectuals jack off to Moby Dick..."​

 

[elytra]

Monroe Quill
Location: The Lockers
Mood: People? Coming Over MY House? Its More Likely Than You Think!
Interacting: Pip ( Beeze ) Mentions: Kat
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Ah, right. That was an offer that had been made.

Not that Monroe regretted extending the offer to Pip. Not that he'd made the offer first, actually. Kat had been looking over his shoulder- a habit that all his siblings collectively had, because they couldn't stand not knowing what was going on collectively in everyone's lives -and had told him her very no-nonsense voice that he was going to invite Pip over to do the project and he was going to tell her that she could stay for dinner. Which was fine. He liked Pip, the other two liked Pip (from afar), and Kat.....supposedly felt positively about Pip. Maybe. Point was, he was okay with her coming over, it was nice to have her coming over, but it somehow hadn't occurred to him at the time of offering that the concept of Pip interacting with all his siblings at once was terrifying. They were a lot at once. He lived with them, so he knew it.

But all he could do was pray to God it'd be fine, at this point.

"Yea, its still cool if you come over." He assured, not just because it was, but also because if he said anything different, Kat might kill him "And you don't have to bring anything if you don't want. Mel cooks too much all the time anyway, so taking food would be doing us a favor."

 

[elytra]

Theodore Stanton
Location: The Lockers
Mood:
Interacting: Mason ( Winona ) Mentions: N/A​

On one hand, Theo could say more. Talking was his specialty. He could babble on about an apology or something, or try and get Mason to get actual medical help instead of picking glass out of his back himself. He could try to be nice, because that was sort of what he did (other than, sometimes, annoy the hell out of people, though most of the time that wasn't on purpose). And he did consider it for a moment, opening his mouth to futilely attempt to convince the other of the fact that yea, a 'few little cuts' didn't cover it....

...And ultimately shut his mouth after deciding that he should pick his battles, and honestly, he was tired just thinking about trying to have that conversation. It was already a miracle (maybe) that Mason had said 'sorry' in the first place, even if it was slightly misplaced, and he wasn't going to push it. They weren't friends. They weren't close to friends. He didn't hate Mason, though he was sure Mason hated him, but honestly, the constantly combative attitude was exhausting to watch.

So, yea. He didn't hate Mason, he didn't even dislike Mason- his feelings were, really, quite neutral -but he also didn't feel like bending over backwards to try and be nice to him. He had tried, so he was pretty sure that was good enough in the moment.

He shoved his books into his bag, shouldering it, before shutting the locker and looking back at Mason. "Yea, already stopped, man. It got boring." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders a bit "Look, apology accepted, I guess, and its good to hear that you're not too injured." He fell silent a moment, not knowing what else to say, before tacking on "Uh...yea. Alright. Good talk. Glad you're doing okay. I'm gonna go."

He did a mock salute, which was a bit stupid but he was at a loss for what else to do. Then, he turned heel and began to walk away down the hall. Frankly, he wasn't even sure if his first class was in that direction, but he was eager to remove himself from the awkward situation before his attempts to help got him punched or something.