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[tsuneni]

THE ARRIVAL
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[SIZE= 12px]The twenty four students pile into the school, somber, tired, and angered expressions painting their features. Some would rather be at the beach, with sand in their hair and salt in the wind, and some would rather be at home, sleeping the weekend away. There's no way in hell they'd like to be in school, going to detention, for five hours. Principal Walsh, a middle-aged, stocky man, with a wide mustache and dark eyes, greets them beside the doorway of room 3208. He has a smirk on his face, enjoying the faces on the students. "Good morning students! I hope you're in for some fun today! First, you'll spend a few minutes in here, become acquainted with yourselves, then we'll get started on an activity I have set out for you. Now, I know some of you know the rules," Principal Walsh pauses, staring at the common delinquents that stand in the back of the group. He snickers, then continues on, "but, I'll go through with them anyway. No eating, no drinking, no gum chewing, no music, no fighting, no arguing, no running, no standing, no bathroom, no water break, and you can whisper. If it gets too rowdy in here, I will give you all another activity, or I'll extend your time in detention. Do we understand?"[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]Some of the students nod, other's say "yes". Satisfied, Principal Walsh opens the door to the classroom. The room belongs to Mrs. George, a history teacher, who's been working at the school for twenty years. The students make their way in, taking seats beside those they're already acquainted with. Principal Walsh pulls out a key from his pocket, and adds before he locks the door, "I'll be back in a few minutes. Remember the rules, ladies and gentlemen."[/SIZE]
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[Forehead]

Seth B. Couzens
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Seth had his hands in his pockets, his blue jacket opened on, a grey t-shirt under, his necklaces shook as he walked down the hall, one of the first few to arrive. The day wasn't like most days, his parents didn't talk to him at all this morning, Liam, his older brother hadn't teased him even once today, and Lola and Brian... were the same as ever. Today, he had to make his own food, the maid said "She was ordered not to." Whatever that meant. Cereal wasn't too filling and he was already hungry. Bertram wouldn't shut up as he lectured Seth from the driver's seat. Seth felt like punching the wall seperating the driver from the companion but of course, vetoed the thought instantly. Bertram was a nice guy, like sixty years old, but he knew he'd done something "kind of" wrong and somewhat deserved this detention disappointment lecture. His money was confiscated from him and he was also forced to use his Black berry phone instead of his original iPhone 7. Punishment was something he hated, but right now, he did  deserve it. As they pulled up the curb of the school, he felt his stomach twist, not knowing what to expect at the school now. He usually admired weather like this, but the reason for seeing it didn't amuse him. Pulling up, he exited the vehicle himself, apparently. Bertram was ordered not to do anything else for him besides drive him to school. Exiting the vehicle, Bertram immediately drove off, leaving him there alone as he strolled slowly into the school.


As he approached the door, placing his finger on the intercom, he was welcomed by the secretary, rolling his eyes as she greeted him. "Have a wonderful day." Was what she said, the sarcasm in her voice was obvious, hearing the click in the door, he entered the first door and pushed past into the second. He continued down the hall, muttering the words to himself: "Mrs. George, room 3028." Continuing down the smooth tiles of the school, he found the other students, twenty-four students were expected and the current crowd seemed big enough already. Slowly but surely, he entered the class, not paying much attention to Principal Walsh as he took a seat in the back row, left seat. He took a quick glance around, preparing an agenda of what he could do in the day.


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[tsuneni]

 
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juno arabella bradshaw
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Juno should be at the beach. Spring is coming. It's the beginning of March. The weather is getting warmer, and soon, the beaches will be packed every weekend. Saturday was supposed to be the day she could get away from her overbearing parents, and spend time with her friends. But, stupid Roy and his new, stupid girlfriend were kissing in the hallway. Juno didn't know what overcame her, but she stepped forward, raising her first in the air.


She'd punched the girl--she's pretty sure her name is Lily--in the face, breaking her nose. Blood poured down her face, dripping onto the floor. Juno was caught by a security guard, and taken to the office, where they called her parents. She got detention. The Saturday detention. Her parents flipped out. They took away her phone, her laptop, and grounded her. The only places she could go to was school, and the store, but that was if necessary. Her friends couldn't come over, and there's no way in hell she could go to a party.


Juno dreaded waking up in the morning. Her parents didn't say anything to her. They didn't even look at her. She took a banana, to eat for breakfast, then walked to school. She was glad she recognized a few faces, including her good friend Frankie. She scoffed upon seeing the school bully, her enemy, yet, she feels drawn to him. Angel, the not-so-angel. Rosalie was there as well. How did she get in trouble? She's one of the sweetest girls in the school.


In the classroom, Juno took a seat off to the side, but instead of sitting on the chair, she sat on the wooden desk. She brought her legs up, sitting Indian style, eyes roaming the classroom, awaiting with boredom for the activity.




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[Tori Bradley]

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Maddox T. Cross
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Maddox sat in his car in the student lot of the school, his hands resting on the steering wheel with his head bowed, He'd never seen his parents more disappointed in him and all he'd done was skip class. But to his parents, skipping class was the beginning of a down hill spiral. They'd never approved of his choice in career, or the music he liked. They thought he should go to college for a solid trade career, like mechanics or carpentry, marry a nice, catholic girl, settle down, and start a family. But that was never what Maddox wanted. He wanted to be famous. He wanted people to know who he was. But most all, he just wanted to make music. It was what he loved, and what he wanted to spend his life doing. But his parents disagreed. Skipping class made them think he was going to start doing drugs and drinking and then drop out of school and run off to Los Angeles with his "lowlife" friends. Yet he still loved them, and seeing the disappointment in their eyes during breakfast that morning hit him hard.
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Sighing, Maddox opened the door and stepped out of the car, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He figured if he had to sit locked in a room for hours on a Saturday, he could use the time to rework and finish the song he was writing. It didn't really match LIOH's usual sound, but that was the point. Maddox had been talking to Seth and the others about branching out for awhile and this song was going to be the deciding factor. If people liked it, they'd branch out. If they didn't, the idea would be filed away and forgotten. He headed into the school, navigating the bland hallways of the school until he found room 3208. He glared at Principal Walsh as he walked past. The two had a mutual hate for each other. Walking through the door, he headed to the back left where his drummer and best friend were, slumping into a seat and dropping his bag on the floor. Looking at Seth with laughter in his eyes, he said, 
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"Welcome to Hell, man."
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@Forehead
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[Forehead]

Seth B. Couzens

Seth kicked his feet up on the wooden desk infront of him, tipping his white "Diamond" snapback hat forward. Glancing around the area, a grin plastered his face as he heared Maddox's words. Welcome to hell, man. A short laugh followed as he took off his hat, turning to Maddox as he arched a brow. "You got detention too? Must be a chain reaction," Joking, he patted his hands on Maddox's arm. "but for real, If Elijah walks in, I don't know what I'll be capable of doing," He brought out his Blackberry phone, waving it above his face with a wary smile, "My phone was confiscated, might as well get your number for the B.B." As he suggested it, he would slide the phone onto Maddox's desk before twisting his legs off of the table so his body was facing Maddox.


"So, Maddie, what exactly brought you here? You may not be an angel but, I'm curious," It was odd to see Maddox as a troublesome guy, it was just too rare, somewhat impossible! Maddox would never do anything stupid in the first place, he was too smart for that, well, unless it had something to do with music, Music was his kind of cocaine, draws you in and never lets you go. "It's got something to do with music doesn't it, Mads? It's like your kryptonite, y'know that?" It was true, of all his years with Maddox, Seth had come to learn that music was sort of a liability in his case. If his detention slip did have something to do with music, he wouldn't be surprised. @Victoria Bradley

 

[teenage witch]

 

bianca & luke maddox


open for interaction // both feeling irritated & tired


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When Bianca's alarm clock rang out throughout her room, the girl was already awake, sitting at her dressing table and carefully applying lipstick. It was a nice shade of reddish-brown, she'd bought it with her brother and had once been told to take it off during school because it was apparently 'too unnatural'-- fitting that she had chosen to wear it to attend a detention.


"Bee, c'mon." Luke rapped his knuckles twice against the painted white wood of the girl's bedroom door, then paused to adjust the collar of his shirt. Just as he was about to knock impatiently once again, the door swung open and his twin appeared wearing a sullen expression and a tiny skirt which earnt an immediate disapproving look from him. "Right, well, let's go."


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As soon as the Principal vacated the room, the twins headed towards two seperate desk and assumed exactly the same position: they sat leant back in their chairs, long legs crossed and resting atop their desks. Bianca rummaged around in her backpack for a large bag made of crinkly colourful plastic, which she tore open; this action revealed a large amount of fruit flavoured lollipops. She selected a purplish one, blackcurrant, and slid it between her plump lips. Already she was bored, although at least there were interesting people around-- for example, Lux, whom Bianca knew through dancing, was attending the detention as well.


Bianca wasn't the only one of the Maddox twins who was interested the see that Lux was in the room-- from over the edge of his newspaper, Luke was glancing her way. Rather than greet anyone, Luke chose to lounge in his chair and read, not exactly giving off an approachable vibe. He was never really an approachable person though, not as affectionate or outgoing as his sister, often going out of his way to be sarcastic or act superior. Well, he thought with a smirk, perhaps he was superior. No, that was a joke, just a joke he usually pointed out to Bianca.


 


 

 

[Tori Bradley]

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Rosalie M. Hunter
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Rosalie knew her parents understood that it hadn't been her who'd vandalized school property. Their daughter would never do such a thing, after all. So she was treated the way she normally was. She got to keep her phone, her laptop, her car keys, and all her other privileges. When she woke up Saturday morning, her father and had cooked her a large breath and she, her brothers, and her parents all had a nice family breakfast. Afterwards, Rosalie's mother drove her to the school. Rosalie could have driven herself, but her mom had wanted to talk to her. She was concerned. Rosalie had been quiet lately, not talking much and spending a lot of time in her room. "It's nothing, Mom," she said. "I'm fine."
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And in all honesty, she was. She just preferred the silence over the memories, and the independence over the crowds. Waving her mom goodbye with quick "I love you", Rosalie slung her bag over her shoulder and leaped from the car, quickly shutting it behind her and heading into the school. It didn't take her long to find Mrs. George's room, number 3208. She'd had her class once during freshman year. Walking tentatively up to Principal Walsh, she lowered her eyes. She could feel his disappointed glare boring through her. "I'm disappointed in you, Ms. Hunter. I expected better from someone of your intelligence," he said. She mumbled "I know" under her breath and scrambled into the room. Taking a seat off to the side of the room, she waited for others to arrive. She waved at Juno when she entered, before turning her gaze back to the window in silence.
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[FireMaiden]

Rylee G. Adams
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The day started out how all days start. Rylee woke up to an empty apartment, to the sound of not only her alarm, but her neighbors fighting. She pulled herself out of bed, and made some breakfast for herself. Cold, leftover pizza and the last if the Pepsi, then showered. She then went and found some clean clothes...well mostly clean clothes. She would do la under when she got home that afternoon. Anyway  after she got dressed, she brushed her hair and teeth baffle grabbing her bag and heading out. 


While she walked to school, and thought about what had happened, incase those three try to press charges. They were pickin on one of the special kids, Rylee saw, and tried to get them to stop by being nice. Didn't go the way she wanted it to, and one o them threw a punch. The rest was kind of a blur, but it ended with her knuckles bloody, and the three of the them on the floor. One had a broken jam and the other two, broken noses. She didn't mean to do that of course, and didn't mean to also knock them unconscious. But the special kid hugged her afterwards, which as she remembered, and her smile a little. 


Soon, she got to the school, and mentally prepared herself. It's jot the first time she was in detention, but those times, she was assisting Mr. Write, who had needed some help with a few things. So she had never actually been in real detention. So, Rylee was a little nervous p, mainly just because she didn't like being around people what she would most likely have to talk to. She walked in quickly, and found the room, avoiding eye contact with the principal, and quickly found aseat near the back of the room.

 

[Tori Bradley]

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Steven A. Jameson
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Steven laughed at Alexander as his older brother attempted to imitate Steven's dance moves. The older boy's movements were awkward and uncoordinated, making his attempts at doing them right majorly hilarious for Steven. When Alex scowled and glared at his younger sibling, Steven smiled at him. "Watch me, Alex. It's spiral down, spiral up. Like this," he said. As the music replayed, Steven turned, spinning on his toes and he dropped his body down before spiraling back up. He added a stupid pose at the end, just to show off. Alex attempted the move again. After receiving another round of laughter from Jacey, who walked in just in time to see her twin fall on his ass, he cut the music off and picked up his jacket. 
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"That's it; I'm done with this. You guys are so judgemental," he said. Steven and Jacey chuckled again, watching Alex leave the room in a huff. Jacey turned to her brother. "You ready to go, Stevie? Mom said I'm supposed to drive you, and Alex will pick you up," she said. Steven sighed. He really wasn't looking forward to spending five hours out of his Saturday locked up in a classroom with a bunch of people he didn't want to be around. Not to mention he'd found out Seth Couzens was going to be there; to say the least, Steven was not looking forward to going. He looked up at Jacey as he shrugged his jacket on and headed towards her. "As ready as I'll ever be," he mumbled.
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Jacey drove him to the school quickly, waving goodbye before pulling away from the lot. Steven stood outside for a few minutes, before finally trekking through the halls to 3208. He didn't even bother to acknowledge the Principal's existence as he stalked through the door. As soon as he stepped through the door, his eyes caught on Seth. He stopped for a moment, before turning his eyes away and sinking into a seat in the back right corner of the classroom.
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[ElDuderino]

 
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Samuel Norton
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His parents didn't care much about the incident, in fact his parents didn't really care about Samuel at all, but that was only a good thing in Samuel's eyes, who chose to attend the detention as he would not be too pleased with even more bullshit.
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Because it was bullshit; the reason why Samuel got detention; it was because he argued with Mrs. Bateman, a mathematics teacher who didn't specify how many sides the dice had on a test based on probability calculation.
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So, "depends on how many sides the dice has" was what Samuel answered, and he wasn't wrong. Mrs. Bateman was the "you don't argue with me" type which was the vulnerable, fragile type, the one that lacked social skills if you asked Sam.
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Anyway, Samuel wasn't looking forward to sitting in a class with a bunch of pretentious flamboyant dipshits as he liked to call them, but as said before; he wasn't up for even more bullshit so undergoing his punishment is what he did.
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Samuel wandered across the hallways with headphones on, the volume loud enough not to hear anything from the outside.
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As he headed to room 3208 and opened the door, he noticed Mrs. George telling him something, unable to hear what because his earcups were covered in headphones.
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Mrs. George immediately gestured to pull of the headphones which he did because he didn't like even more bullshit.
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He took a seat that divided him most from the others as he didn't like to be bothered, his vision moved across the room, visually examining his fellow detention-go'ers.
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[Rhaine]

Arthur


Dressed in his favorite lilac colored shirt and jeans, happily chewing on a wad of bubble gum, Arthur listened as Principal Walsh listed the rules.  He had cheekily grinned back in response to the man's greeting smirk.   Diana, always the first one up in the Brightman house, had been the one to wake Art up.  She did so in her standardly rough manner - slamming open his door and briskly parting the curtains, letting the bright sunlight pour in.  Artie had never been a morning person, but had quickly recovered from his rough awakening.  As Principal Walsh got to the bit about "no gum-chewing", Arthur gave a slight pout, though his usual amount of cheerfulness was still present in his eyes.  As they were let into the classroom, he tossed his gum into the trash can.


Art had woken his mother up delicately, placing a hand against the crown of her head.  His dad was already at work.  "Hey, mom."  He said gently as she woke.  She smiled as her eyes opened, shifting slightly in her place in bed.  "I have your breakfast and your meds for you.  Listen, I gotta head to school, alright?"  His mom's brow furrowed as she caught his wrist in her hand.  "But it's Saturday."  There was a pause, a frown finding her mouth.  "Art, did you get detention for skipping again?"  Arthur didn't meet her gaze.  "Come on, mom.  I'm sorry, okay?  You know I'm not gonna be some kind of academic.  I've never been any good at school."  His mom's grip on his wrist tightened slightly.  "That's not true.  Don't say that.  Artie, dear, you have so much potential.  I hate to see you squander it."  Arthur shrugged, a boyish manner to his movement.  "Promise me this is the last time."  Arthur didn't look up at first.  "Arthur!"  He looked up at the slight rise in her voice.  "Promise me."  She said this quietly, giving his wrist a squeeze.  There was another pause before he spoke.  "I promise, mom." She smiled. 


Arthur made his way further into the classroom, staying near those he knew.  He sat, his legs coming to prop up on his desk, long limbs sprawled.  He was still slightly bothered by the interaction with his mom that morning, but anyone who didn't know him well wouldn't notice.  He tugged idly on his earlobe, green eyes resting on each face around him.  He ran a hand through his crown of gold waves, his head tilting to the side.

 

[ElDuderino]

Samuel Norton's thoughts
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The first few that Samuel took notice off were Seth and Maddox.
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He only knew Maddox because he was 'known' for being the "rocker", he did not know too much about him though as he was a senior but Samuel didn't like him because of the person Maddox was sitting next to: Seth.
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Seth was, in Samuel's eyes, an egoistic self-proclaimed artist brat. The cut in his eyebrow made it all the more worse. It almost looked like Seth was smiling only to give the other people in the classroom the impression of success. Pathetic.
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The other people in the classroom, atleast some of them, were "alright I guess".
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[daringred_]

Emmeline Vance
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It was a Saturday and Emmeline didn't do anything on Saturdays. Usually. This Saturday, however, was different because she'd gone
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and landed herself in detention. Not that it mattered, however,  because Emmeline wasn't aware that detention was a punishment 
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and also wasn't aware that the thing she'd done to land herself there was wrong - as a result of this there was every chance she'd do it 
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again. The way she saw it she got to spend extra time at school,  and on a Saturday no less where she would've otherwise been at
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home running around after her siblings and cleaning up her  mother's vodka bottle ridden bedroom - her mother didn't come 
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home from the bar on Saturdays. For her, detention was almost like a trip to the cinema or going to a concert - it seemed
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peculiar, there was no doubt about it, but the word peculiar always had summed Emmeline up perfectly well. 
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She'd woken-up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed that morning, beaming at the little note on her calendar telling her she had
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detention - only Emmeline could be excited by the prospect of sitting in a classroom for hours on end, doing drab chores around
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the school to satisfy the principal's need for discipline. A scribbled note in violet gel pen had been taped to the fridge for her younger
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siblings, outlining the usual rules she gave them if she ever needed to leave the house for anything. They were just precautions
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and, as strict as they seemed, in place to protect the twins from strangers - her dad always warned her about strangers. They 
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weren't to leave the house or open the door to anyone, although  she doubted anybody would come to their house of all places
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anyway. But they were a lot more gullible than she was and she knew they wouldn't disobey any rules she set so she had to
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make sure that she did indeed set them, lest the twins get kidnapped by some stranger or hit by a car whilst wandering down the street.
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After that, she'd made herself lunch for the occasion, packing extras of everything just in case she needed to share - and she really did
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hope she would have to share; cold pizza drizzled in syrup and smeared with Marmite; carrots dipped in strawberry jam like toffee apples;
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seedless red grapes with peanut butter and sprinkles. All of her favourites, ready to eat at a moment's notice. She was sure she had enough to go
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around by the time she left, her lunchbox wrapped up in a clean white cloth and protected in her  bag by a shield of astronomy books. She'd walked
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to school with a bounce in her step, avoiding the cracks in the pavement and  singing unfamiliar songs under her breath - the closer she got to
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the building the wider her smile became until she was right outside the school gates and it seemed impossible for her to be
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any happier although, of course, Emmeline could always be  happier. Such a thing was obvious if you spent enough time with her.
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She'd let herself in and skipped down the corridors, her shoes squeaking on the shining floor as she ran her fingers across the 
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lockers, making drumming noises as she went. Emmeline  showed up outside the classroom to find nobody in sight and 
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had promptly sat down on the floor to patiently wait - she was an hour early, there before even the principal in her joy to 
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see other people outside of school hours. By the time the others finally began to arrive she was practically vibrating from 
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excitement where she sat, wishing everybody good morning and talking about how brightly the stars had been shining
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the previous night - not that anyone paid her the greatest  amount of attention; they never did, and she never noticed,
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always blissfully unaware. When he arrived, the principal was tempted to express his disappointment in her winding up in detention but
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he knew she wouldn't listen - either that or she'd ask more questions than necessary and then politely argue with him after every answer he gave. 
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When  they were finally allowed inside Emmeline bolted right for the desk at the front of the classroom, sitting in the middle of the row and looking
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at the chalkboard with rapt focus; there were three words written on it in white and she stared firmly at them, as if studying them.
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Welcome to Detention.
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[tsuneni]

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Sebastian was quite excited for detention. As the official high school class clown, he was known for his many pranks and games, but not once has he been caught. He was finally given a detention after a banter between him and his calculus teacher ended, leaving all of his classmates in tears of laughter. Sebastian wasn't even disappointed when he was given the detention. He just flashed his signature smirk, then went back to doing work.


His mother wasn't home, so he couldn't tell her. Life was rough at home. After his father left, there was no way his mother could manage the rent. They had to move in with Sebastian's aunt, but she soon moved away to California, and left Sebastian, his mother, and his younger sister alone. His mother takes the oddest of jobs, just to make sure there's food on the table for the family of three. With already so much on her plate, Sebastian summed it'd be best if he didn't tell her. He did tell her he'd be out on Saturday, but for running some errands. She believed him, not questioning any further.


Sebastian made sure to drop his sister off at her friend's for her sleepover, before driving to the school. He owned an old pickup truck, which he paid for by himself. With his phone in his hand, he sends a text to Maddox, asking him if he's there yet. Sebastian looks at the time again on his phone, and notes that he's five minutes late. The perfect chance to make a grand entrance, and to see the look on Principal Walsh's faces.






@Victoria Bradley

 

[Tori Bradley]

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Maddox T. Cross
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Maddox laughed at Seth. The friendly banter they exchanged every time they saw each other never failed to amuse him. He wasn't phased by Seth's surprise at seeing him in detention. He'd never been in detention before, because he never did anything wrong. He knew how disappointed his parents would be in him, so he chose not to do anything. When Seth swung his legs off the desk and turned to face him, Maddox was surprised to see a Blackberry hanging from his fingertips. Those were dinosaurs in this world's tech savvy age. He took the phone, entering his number in as he was asked to. 
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He chuckled at Seth's next words. "You're right, Couzens. It does have to do with music. Because otherwise, I wouldn't have done it," he said. He looked up at Seth, rolling his eyes when he saw the laughter in them. "You know me, man," he said. He put in the numbers of the rest of their bandmates, knowing the others would be on one of their weekend getaways. When he looked up, he noticed a kid standing at the door, glaring a hole in Seth's back. He'd seen the kid around before. He'd started there halfway through last year. His name was Stefan or Stanley or something like that. He answered Sebastian's text really quickly, saying he was there, before he handed the Blackberry back to Seth and stood up. Walking over to where the kid had gone to sit, he said, 
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"You mind explaining what your problem is, kid?" he said.
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@Forehead@Elizabeth Duchamps
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[Forehead]

Seth B. Couzens

Seth's face lit up as Maddox assured that the reason he was in detention was indeed related to music. "It's like you're addicted to it.." He joked. "In a good way." Reaching his hand out for his phone, he took the Blackberry, the disgraceful piece of architecture rested in his palm for a moment before he checked the digits he'd given to him. "You seriously memorized Scott's? Okay, I understand the others were easy but Scott's is just..." His voice trailed off as a smirk swept across his face, his usual chuckle as he spoke. "I'm surprised the other's aren't here. Especially Scott though." Scott was the most immature one of them all in LIOH and he still wasn't in detention? It was odd, but, atleast he had Maddox to keep him company. "So Maddie w--" He slowly turned to face Maddox's gaze, his facial expression blank as he realized who it was. 


As Maddox stood up, ready to confront Steven, he reached out his hand to catch onto him, barely missing, he swore under his breath, the pace of the words coming out sped faster and faster as he watched the two converse. Maddox was more muscular than Steven was, though Steven himself was very fit. He didn't want to see either of them fight, especially because he knew the reason Steven must've been staring at himself. He had bullied the boy all through middle school and his first year of highschool before the guilt finally spread to him. Steven was an orphan, so was he. He understood the pain he must've went through but the popularity had overwhelmed him. When he finally broke free of the "clique," the words he'd said were already having negative effects on Steven. He'd made up a nickname for Steven, "Narnia," which he still gets called on various occasions. Seth had tried to ignore Steven for the rest of his life but as it turns out, your past does come back for revenge.


Standing up beside Maddox, he tried his best not to make eye contact with Steven, merely drifting his eyes between the two. His sense of authority had been flushed as soon as he saw Steven, his legs were jelly-like and he couldn't feel his lips. His heart was beating against his chest uncontrollably, it was worse than doing a presentation in Mr. Daniels' drama classes. "Mads, we should go. He was probably looking behind me." His lie was frail and unbelievable, only a dumbfounded delinquent would believe the words coming out of his mouth. "We don't even... know him." He continued to decieve Maddox, slowly pushing the brute to the side. "C'mon, there's nothing to worry about..."


@Victoria Bradley

 

[Tori Bradley]

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Steven A. Jameson
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Steven was left in peace for less than five minutes before the day turned shitty. A bulky senior named Maddox, who was friends with Seth, walked up to him. He was the school rocker, and the leader of LIOH. Steven liked the band, but he did not care for its members. Maddox glared down at him with his arms crossed across his chest. Steven knew he'd lose in a fight against him, as the kid was the size of a linebacker, but he still stood up. Where Steven lacked Maddox's bulky frame, he matched him in height. 
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"I don't have a problem, Maddox. Not with you," he said calmly, his eyes locked in a death stare with the other boy. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Seth stand up. He turned his gaze to him, noticing the way he was as white as a ghost and looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. Steven knew it was because of him. Anger coursed through him when Seth avoided looking at him, and began trying to pull Maddox's attention away. When the boy spoke, his voice was shaky and frail. Steven scoffed at the blatant lie in his words. But he didn't object when Seth pushed Maddox aside and the two moved across the room. Steven clenched and unclenched his fists before sliding his earphones in, blasting his music, and settling back into his seat.
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[Tori Bradley]

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Maddox T. Cross
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Maddox scowled at the boy. It wasn't easy to make Maddox mad but seeing people look at his friends like that just rubbed him the wrong way. He was surprised when the kid stood up, nearly matching him in height. "I don't have a problem, Maddox. Not with you," he said. Maddox grit his teeth, knowing this was something about Seth. He was about to respond when he felt a hand on his arm. He looked at Seth, stunned to see his friend standing there looking broken and pained. He noticed the pale skin, the shaky stance, and the pained voice. 
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He knew it had been Seth the boy had been glaring at, and he was slightly hurt when his friend tried to lie to get him to move away. He allowed Seth to push him away from the kid, but only after giving him a firm glare. Once across the room, Maddox's whole demeanor changed. He was softer, and nicer. Because he'd never seen Seth like this. It almost frightened him. Usually Seth was smiling and happy and then all the sudden he was just...not. 
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"Seth, what's going on? What haven't you told me?" he asked.

@Forehead
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[FireMaiden]

Rylee Adams
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Rylee looked around the room with little interest as she sat un noticed in her seat. She was actually a little relieved no one noticed the "Teacher's Pet" in detention. She was, until a few days ago, known as the good girl who didn't talk much except to answer a question. And she really didn't care how she was perceived. Rylee just really didn't want to talk to anybody. So, she kinda hoped she remained un noticed. Well, until Steven and Maddox were in front of her nd were probably about to get into it, which made her groan loudy, and slouch back in her seat. What was it with boys and having to fight all the time?


She dug a book out of her bag, and found the page she dog eared and began to read. She was only half interested though, knowing that sooner or later, the principal would tell them what to do. Which she really wasn't looking forward to.

 

[deathworm]

“ASSHOLE!” Sam could barely hear the stranger screaming at him as he whipped around a corner on his board. He’d narrowly avoided slamming into the man a few seconds before as he made his way to the school. Despite the fact that he was awake before nine in the morning and heading into five hours of drudgery, Sam felt almost okay. That probably had something to do with the edible he’d had for breakfast combined with his morning dose of adderall. They were just starting to kick in and he could feel his mood shift, the smoke from his cigarette curling out of his lips as he smiled. 


By the time he reached the school Sam had his usual crooked grin plastered on his face, his board tucked under his arm as he walked up to the group just in time to catch the end of Principal Walsh’s speech. He gave the older man a quick wink as they filed into the room. It seemed especially crowded this week. There were some of the regulars that Sam saw during his own frequent Saturday trips but there were a couple surprises- what the hell were Rosalie, Rylee and Emmeline doing here? He didn’t know much about them which seemed like a sign they shouldn’t be in this room. He gave them each a bemused smile before his already scattered attention was grabbed by something else and he started maneuvering through the desks and people.


“Good morning, sunshine.” Sam ruffled Arthur’s hair as he passed him, sitting sideways at the desk next to him. At least he’d have someone to annoy for the next five hours though Arthur already seemed slightly on edge. “Did you get caught skipping again or was it something more exciting? Whatever it was, I hope it’s worth being stuck in a room with the wonder twins over there.” Sam nodded in the direction of Maddox and Seth as he leaned in closer to Arthur, keeping his voice low. Things were already going a mile a minute, at least from his slanted perspective. 

 

[Forehead]

Seth B. Couzens

Seth shuffled slowly towards the side of the room, glancing back at Steven and back to Maddox who had stood up for him. "There's nothing going on dude." Hostility was heard in his voice as his body slowly calmed down. His legs felt... better, his heart was calm again and the thoughts racing in his head weren't racing anymore. If he could just get Maddox to forget about this, it would be alright. Just calm down the guy and... talk about music? "I bet you that other guy was just looking past me, nothing to be worried about, Mads. You almost embarrassed me there." It was clear that his joke was only a cover-up for the past scenario though his voice had slowly reverted to normal as he continued to talk.


Taking his former seat, he took out his phone, sliding it on the desk before looking back up at Maddox who he wondered why he did that in the first place. Maddox's a hell of a friend, golly... did I just think the words golly?... Various thoughts bounced around his head before he continued to speak to Maddox. "Dude, sit down and chill." He grinned as he uttered those words. It was usually Maddox who told him to sit down and chill but now those roles were reversed. "Did you watch the game last night? Don't tell me you missed it for music... again." He rolled his eyes at Maddox, he was so predictable. "I bet you twenty dollars that you did miss the game." He said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out nothing as he just slapped his palm flat on the table. "I'm low on cash. Welp, that means you're gonna be the loser either way." His white teeth exposed as he grinned. @Victoria Bradley

 

[daringred_]

Emmeline Vance
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Emmeline remained where she was at the front of the classroom, distant, quiet, emotionless, quite unlike herself considering that she was usually found doing something or other. While what she'd disregard as petty drama went on around her, she sketched away privately on a piece of lined graph paper she'd taken out from between the pages of one of her favourite science books, Parallel Worlds. She was revising the design for her latest project, Artemis 16, a new rocket prototype she'd been planning for a while. Of course nothing ever came out of such sketches and blueprints, she just made them for fun and to pass the time - engineering was only a slight hobby of hers after all, she couldn't exactly spend time doing it what with always having to look after her siblings and practically babysit her own mother. She glanced at the door as she darkened the point of the warhead, wondering when the principal would come back and unlock the door - while everyone else undoubtedly wanted to go home she was rather anticipating being thrown into work, wondering what task they'd be given to complete. She hoped it was something that would require a lot of effort like scraping gum off of the bleachers in the gym - people stuck their gum to those benches real good and proper, she really wanted some gritty work to do and that was the perfect chore. 

 

[Tori Bradley]

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Maddox felt the hurt pulling at his heart strings as Seth disregarded what had just happened, lying straight to Maddox's face as if he didn't know he was being lied to. He couldn't believe he considered to be his best friend had just blatantly done that. Feeling distraught and more than a little hurt, he sat back down in his seat. As Seth reverted back to his original, happy-go-lucky self, Maddox let the subject drop, but it wasn't permanent. He knew something had happened between Seth and the other boy, but it was obviously something Seth wasn't willing to talk about. 
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"I'm afraid that is a bet you would win, Seth. Music holds more stance with me than the game does. I'd love to know how it turned out though," he said. 
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@Forehead
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[Rhaine]

Arthur


Arthur perked up at the sight of Sam making his way through the slight crowd.  His smile brightened and he gave a soft laugh as Sam ruffled his hair, a rosy look rising in his countenance. "Hey, Sam."  He spoke with the joy he felt, though there was a slight dampened note to his tone.  His posture immediately oriented around Sam as he sat down.  This was usual behavior, though at the moment it was also to allow him to better pick up on the low tone that Sam was speaking with.  At Sam's question, he gave a brief grin at Sam's "wonder twins" expression, though his smile soon fell.  Tugging on his earlobe, he spoke again, his tone now changed.  He suddenly appeared smaller than he was.  Arthur had never been skilled at hiding his emotions.  "Yeah I got caught skipping again."  He paused a beat.  "I think this'll be the last time, you know.  I think my mom's disappointed in me."  These words passed through his lips with a weight to them. 


Though he said this, he just didn't see the point in putting real effort into school.  Sometimes it was fun to have a challenge, and in these brief occurances when he deemed to fancy some schoolwork, he excelled.  However, he was too flippant to stay focused on anything like school for very long.  


Arthur was especially sensitive to the opinions of those he was close to, and disappointment was not something he dealt with well.  He didn't seem to notice the other goings on in the room.  He straightened up slightly.  "Geez, I'm a buzz kill, huh?  I'm sorry."  He sheepishly ran a hand through his hair.  "What about you?  I'm positive it's something more exciting than why I'm here."  He attempted to brighten back up with this question, his gaze searching Sam's face, a small smile making its way back to his mouth.  He was always interested to hear what Sam had to say, and although he was in a slightly dampened mood, it was no exception to the rule.


@deathworm

 

[Forehead]

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Seth grinned as he said that he'd win if they actually did the bet, like the tens of thousands of times he'd said they'd do a bet without really meaning it. Watching Maddox closely, Seth felt bad for keeping secrets from him. Maddox had never kept secrets, even if it would embarrass himself or his family. He truly was a trustworthy friend but right now, honesty wasn't important to Seth as he continued speaking. "The Sharks beat the Predators one to four. Nashville really has to amp up on players." He informed, shaking his head disappointedly as he spoke. " 'tis a shame." He spoke in an authentic british accent, practising for a banquet he'd have to go to the next week.


"How's my accent?" He asked, curious if it sounded good. To be realistic, his voice was actually quite onpoint. He just craved hearing it from another person. "Good isn't it? Been practising for a week." He explained. "My dad's got a songwriter thing going on next week sunday and I have to sound like the other guests apparently." He grinned, rolling his eyes. "They even hired me a voice teacher. It was so stupid but, it's a congratulations sort of thing for his name being on the whatchamacallit of fame the following week. Too much eh?" He laughed a short laugh. He could always just let go around Maddox, well, until Steven.

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