Riverdell High (1x1)

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(That's fine with me! Are you going to play Joel? Orr...?)


Cora wrote quickly, every so often letting out a sigh because of how her hand hurt after writing so fast. She puts her pen back into her bag and pulls out a pack of felt tip pens to decorate her page. She takes off the lids of all of them so that she could just grab one at random and use it to draw or colour in any area of her page. She draws quickly but with precision, she wasn't sure what she was drawing exactly, she was just letting her mind guide her fingers but trying not to focus so much on what exactly she was drawing, more on how she was feeling. After a small while, she put her pen down suddenly and looked down at her book, the writing was messy and the pictures around it and on top of it were hard to make out.


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[Zahkr]

(I don't mind being Joel!)


Joel slowly made his way through the school, and back to the other side, spending most the walk looking around, even though they'd already walked there. He spotted a chubby, short kid a short distance away. "Hey, you, kid! You seen a bag around here, I'm helping out my ‘bud." He asked, unknowingly charming with his smile, as the nearby girls seemed to notice — but as well as charming, he was profoundly stupid.


The kid shook his head, grunting. Joel replied with a, "You know, you have no heart." And soon continued his quest after expressing an invalid point for five minutes. Then, walking into the nearest classroom — that was thought to be empty, he saw Coraline at the table. While she weren't looking, he took the opportunity to lick his hand and slick back his hair — a real ‘hit with the ladies’, apparently.

 

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A moment after she realised that she was no longer alone, Cora looked up at the person in the room with her, seeing a boy that she thought she might have seen earlier, but wasn't sure. She didn't think that anyone came into this classroom, she thought she was the only one who knew about it. "Erm..." She says as she looks up at him, her hair still tucked behind her ears, pen all over her hands. She felt messy, and she moved her hands down to her skirt and messed with the edges of it. "Hi... I suppose." She says, and smiles kindly at him, she still didn't recognise the guy. "Can I uh... Help you?" She smiles and tilts her head to the side slightly.


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[Zahkr]

He lent against the door frame, mimicking Christopher's mannerisms, he then flashed his signature smile. Cruising into the room with squinted eyes, maybe trying a little hard to be ‘cool’ he looked around. "Hey girl," He nodded, which came across more retarded than hot. "You seen a bag around; leather, kinda tatty, can fit four — maybe seven sodas inside?" He asked, squinting his eyes, again.

 

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She looks around the room slightly and then up at the guy who had walked in. She couldn't lie to herself, she felt slightly intimidated, but she didn't let it show so much. She shakes her head, "No, I'm sorry. I haven't... But I can uh... I can help you look? If you want?" She says as she begins to pack up her journal and put it and her pens into her bag, "Considering Im not really... Doing anything." She stands up, showing how petite she actually was, her hair wild and thick and curly, easily what she would consider her best physical feature. She looks up at the guy again, "I'm Coraline." She says, and gingerly offers out a small slender hand for him to shake.


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[Zahkr]

"Cool, I'm Joel — Also captain of detention club," He flicked his imaginary collar, then drawing his attention back to her, dropping his ‘cool’ act for the moment. "But yeah, you seem flowery enough to help us — you know some girls around here are hella crazy," He seemed to trail onto a completely different subject. "The guys are cool though — well, my ‘buds, anyway — So, do you have a boyfriend?"

 

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Coraline sighs slightly and puts her hands back at her sides, before she picks up her bag from the floor and slings it over her shoulder. "No, no no. I don't have a boyfriend." She says, looking down at the floor before she smiles up at him, looking from him to the door awkwardly. She still felt intimidated, because she was so petite she was an easy target for anything that could possibly go wrong, be it accident or purposeful. She wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight in any situation, and so when surrounded by people taller than her, she constantly was worried.


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[Zahkr]

"Really?" Joel jumped back, screwing up his face. "That's hard to believe, but don't worry, I'm not flirting with you, or anything. But we should probably go, before some kid takes the bag, one more thing, though — Are you looking to date.. Or?" His voice faded to a kick at the floor.

 

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"I suppose I'm open to whatever... Whatever happens I guess. I don't believe anyone is ever really looking when they find someone." She shrugs her shoulders and looks at him with her head tilted to one side, and she uses her hands to readjust her bag on her shoulder. She looks at the floor and then back up at him, rocking back and forth from her heel to her toe.


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[Zahkr]

There was a long pause. "Okay, well — wait, you're that chick that was with Jason? Wow, that guys an ass — let's sit, I want to hear all about your plans for revenge." Without receiving an audible reply, or any for that matter, he dragged a chair across the floor, and sat down with his fists supporting his head — eyes beeding curiosity.


Joel, for some reason, acted like he had no IQ or common sense, to figure out why Christopher and him clicked, would bewilder anyone — he never seemed to take life too seriously, so they contrasted considerably. Back to reality — before he could convince the poor girl to sit, someone was in the doorway, looking in on the two.


"Oh, don't worry about me, I was just passing." Christopher jokingly teased, walking into the room and holding up his recovered bag. "Third floor — another classroom for some reason. Couldn't have done it without you, Joe." Christopher's sarcastic remark couldn't have been more obvious.


Again, turfing his collar, Joel smirked. "Wellllll — that is true," He falsely boasted, before being ‘accidentally’ whacked in the face by Christopher, swinging his bag back onto his shoulder. He took a long pause as his face reached his cheek, "Dude?"


"What?"


"That freaking hurt."


Christopher rolled his eyes, "Just go buy a soda or something."


"—but" Joel received a stern stare, to which he obeyed and left the room with his hand aiding the side of his face. Christopher waited for the moment he was completely gone, before staring over to Cora.


"He wasn't too, weird — was he?" He asked, trying to cover his smirk.

 

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Cora just watches the scene unfold in front of her, laughing slightly when he hit Joel in the face with his bag, and watching him leave. She turns back to Christopher, looking up at the ceiling and chewing the inside of her cheek as she pretends to think, then she laughs slightly, before shaking her head from side to side. "No, he was just... Asking questions about me and... Boys. And dating. You know what? I take it back, he was weird," she jokes and reaches in her bag for a hair tie, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail and letting her curls dangle down, just out of her face.


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[Zahkr]

"Yeah. He's, uh — really something." Christopher replied, laughing as he looked to the floor, but prematurely lost for words, he says the first thing that comes to his mind. "I actually think he may like you — he's normally a little easier to bare."

 

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"Like me?" She asks, oblivious to what Christopher actually meant. "Oh!" She catches on, feeling stupid how she didn't understand what he had meant before, "H-he does?" She raises her eyebrows slightly and looks at the door as though she were looking for him. She wasn't interested in him or anything remotely like that, but she couldn't help but wonder why exactly he would even like her. "I don't know why. I'm just me." She shrugs her shoulders and leans back on her feet a little so that she could look up at Chris.


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[Zahkr]

Christopher nods along as she fidgets, scratching the back of his neck, and pushing his hands back down the shallow pockets of his skinny jeans. "You know — well, you probably don't know — you're cute," He licked his chapped, bottom lip, avoiding any direct eye contact. "Guys, they like girls like you — at least he does, anyway."


To avoid yet another pause, he continued. "Sometimes, we go out — almost every time he's been the victim of some serious bitch-slapping." He laughed, soon cringing at his own inappropriate comment.

 

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Cora laughs slightly, "He sounds like he doesn't have very much luck with the girls then, if he gets slapped every time." She smiles at him, a genuine smile that caused the corner of her eyes to crinkle. "And... Thank you, I suppose, for the compliment. Saying I'm cute and all..." She says and stops smiling as much, just letting a small smile play on her lips as she brings her hands back down to her sides, ringing them together. She never really knew what to do with her hands. "If guys like girls like me, then they ought to tell me, considering I'm not a mind reader." She laughs a little and looks down at her feet, wiggling her toes though she couldn't see them from behind her Dr Martens.


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[Zahkr]

"I can't take responsibility for—" There went his phone again, which he managed to successfully muffle with his hand. Christopher's dad was probably calling to add another point to the arguement that occurred, and ended, hours ago. It weren't worth the hassle. "So," Chris broke out into casual, slow walk past Cora and around the abandoned classroom. "Did you come here due to your own free will — or did Joel lead you here?" He somehow, found his wit was easier to come by when they weren't gawping at each other.

 

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Cora watched him walk around the classroom and decided that she should sit down, so she does, on one of the classroom chairs. "I was already in here when he came in. Free will and all that." She says and smiles as she takes her phone out of her pocket, turning it on so she could check for any text messages that she might have got. She looks up again as she realises she had none, though she wasn't surprised.


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[Zahkr]

"Cool," He replied, quiet as he thought of something else to say, but still admiring the panorama of pictures on the wall — though his eyes still occasionally darted over to the table. "I haven't really seen you around that often — well, apart from this morning," He paused, overviewing the display, before leaning his weight against a nearby table. "So," He almost whistled, the low rumble of his voice echoing through and out the room. He began to amble towards where Cora sat. "Alright, I'm just going to come out and ask this. Would you want to—"


Joel walked in with a drink at hand and an ice pack to his flushed red cheek. "Oh, you're? — Ah, I see," He sported a secretive wink over to Christopher, "I'll be waiting outside, I got ice to use," stopping halfway through the doorway, he turned. "Hey Chris, I love ya’ man — don't ruin me." He clicked his fingers at him, took a painfully awkward glance at Cora, and after walking face first into the door frame — left the room with another head injury.


As any reasonable human world, for a second, Chris struggled to interpret Joel at all. He rose his eyebrows, then shook his head. "We're going to the library after school — by tagging along you'd really be giving me an excuse to ignore Joel the entire time." He laughed to reveal straight, nearly white teeth, as he ran his reddened fingers anxiously through his hair.

 

[buildingaspaceship]

Her face crinkled up with her laughter as Joel gained a second head injury, and she watched him as he stumbled away from the room. That boy was clumsy, and she wouldn't be surprised if at some important part of his life, when everyone was watching, he tripped and fell. She directs her attention towards Chris and thinks for a moment as she considers his request for her to join him at the library. She supposed that she did need to study slightly, and Chris and Joel were quite funny. Besides, she couldn't say that it was a bad idea to finally get friends, even if one could probably destroy the world with his clumsiness, and if one was a... Well, what appeared to be, a social outcast with a soft side. "Well, I suppose if I'd be giving you an excuse to ignore your friend, I can't really say no. So it looks like I'm going to have to politely say yes," She says and smiles at him, digging out her phone from her bag and dropping a quick text to her father telling him that she would be late home from school, and asking that, if he didn't mind, she could have her dinner later. As she considers putting her phone back into her bag, she remembers the specialness of her skirt, it actually had pockets. (Which, for girls, is rare. Would you believe?) She slips her phone into her pocket and looks up at Chris. "As long as, of course, you're not a raging psychopath who invites girls to the library with him and then y'know, kills them." She says, pretending to look serious, but then laughing slightly.

 

[Zahkr]

"Oh, I do — you're just an exception," Chris replied with his tone sarcastic, "I'd actually rather see how long you'd survive, with, you know who." He added, nodding his head over to Joel who lent against the corridor walls, making uncomfortable eye contact with every student that passed him.


(Wanna fast forward?)

 

[buildingaspaceship]

(Sure!)


"He can't be THAT bad, right?" She laughs, tilting her head to the side so that her ponytail was also tilting. She smiles again, her eyes crinkling at the corners. The pair of boys that she had been acquainted with were both rather odd, though she didn't exactly mind since she herself wasn't the definition of normal.


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[Zahkr]

Christopher stared at the cigarette between his fingers, the burning in his air ways seemed to revitalise him, even though the foul taste lingered at the back of his throat and tongue — he thought of the toxic ‘indulgence’ as a heavenly coping mechanism. Surrounded by a cloud of smoke, he resisted the urge to choke — his lungs felt pleasantly tight, alive even. And his addiction didn't come cheap, either.


(You can decide the time! I was kinda blocked for what to write)

 

[buildingaspaceship]

((Can it be just after school and she's come looking for them?))


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[Zahkr]

(Yep, sure)

 

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Cora pushed her hair from her eyes and brushed the crumbs of the piece of bread that had been thrown at her in the past five minutes off her shirt as she walked out of the school building. Grumbling to herself she looked at the stain that the jam had made on the grey material and wished that she had time to go change, but she didn't want to blow off Chris and Joel. She stands in front of the school building, looking for either one of the boys, and as she looks and thinks she spotted him behind the cloud of smoke, two girls on the cheerleading team push past her, knocking her from her feet and onto the floor.


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