Pop.
Eyes a brilliant blue in color slowly traced across the overcrowded classroom. Fingers ran through long blonde hair before the inevitable hair-flip occurred. She didn't look like she belonged in the window-seat row of a classroom in the political science wing of Southridge High School. She looked like she belonged on a runway in Paris. Still, here she was, gazing dreamily out the window of the second-story classroom and down to the ongoings -- or lack thereof -- outside. The campus was surprisingly devoid of students today. Normally, there were some loiterers outside to focus her attention on. Now, it seemed, she was out of luck.
Smack, smack.
Why had she even enrolled in this class? It wasn't even a class. Not really, anyway. Mr. Whittenburg -- or rather, Coach Whittenburg -- was a burlish man by design. Somehow, the loud, crude man who coached some sport or another for Southridge High School (she never paid attention to which, she didn't really care), had managed to obtain a Poly-Sci degree, or so they claimed. By the way he rambled on about absolutely nothing, Kallie Majors couldn't bring herself to believe that the man had the mind to make it through college and receive a degree. He was just a coach, and somehow, he'd been chunked into this role as a teacher. It really didn't suit him.
Pop.
She chewed nonchalantly on her bubble gum and continued to gaze out the window. She had been so excited to start public school. It had been such a different experience, she having been homeschooled since she was old enough to enroll in school. Still, it was times like these that she almost regretted enrolling in public school. Coach Whittenburg was supposed to be covering history. Instead, he was chatting up some of the football players about the latest football game. It wasn't that she didn't like football. In fact, she loved football. She loved athletics. Still, she couldn't help but feel as though she wasn't getting anything out of sitting in this classroom.
Maybe I should've skipped.
It crossed her mind, but she doubted she'd have ever done that. At least, not of her own free will. There was always peer pressure, but that was an entirely different story. She hadn't really become acquainted with too many people in this class. Not yet, anyway. Because of that, there wasn't really anybody to talk to. Any other time, she'd have worried about talking in class. In any other class, she'd probably get in trouble if she so much as looked like she was going to speak to another classmate. Here, though, Coach Whittenburg genuinely didn't care.
Smack, smack.
So, what's a girl to do? You're not learning, the teacher isn't lecturing, there isn't anything or anyone interesting to occupy your time until this horrible fourty-five minute interval of the day has come to an end. Kallie found herself casually looking around the room, namely, the desks located next to her. She wasn't a shy person by any means. All she had to do was find someone who was at least somewhat interesting looking and strike up a conversation. Maybe it'd make the time go by. She was sure everyone else in this room was as bored as she was. Her eyes turned to the first seat diagonal from her.
And kept right on going.
She didn't know that girl's name, but she often overheard her conversations when she entered the classroom. Kallie didn't care for her much. She was loud, obscene, and honestly, an embarrassment to all women. She was always talking about who she'd cheated on her boyfriend with last, and Kallie just found it... disgusting. Plus, every time the girl who sat in front of her -- Kallie had gathered that it was her best friend -- was absent from class, the girl was always talking about her. That was why, she supposed, she preferred the company of men. Girls were so two-faced. Her gaze continued around the area encircling her.
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((Two RPs I've started Eduardo in have stalled. I don't know if I should try my chances here too, or maybe I could use Troy. I'll edit the post in once I can decide.))
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"Gah. I hate it when he does this."
Darnell, being seated directly to Kallie's right, which was without a doubt a position some guys envied him for, was able to easily say that to her in a tone low enough that Whittenburg could not hear. Not that he'd care much, but that was not the point. He was actually a bit surprised she did not notice him when she looked to the girl in front of him, who would be diagonal from the girl, however he did not mind too much. Looking at her while he spoke, he found it hard to avoid staring at the very attractive new girl, though he found it funny that the boy behind her started a bit at his speaking and redirected his eyes as if afraid Darnell talking would cause the girl to notice him. Darnell found himself idly pondering just how long that one had been staring at Kallie's rear.
She probably knows already. She is hot, though.
Chuckling a bit at this and leaving himself in a smile that showed some of his teeth, he continued to speak. After all, Whittenburg appeared to once again have gotten completely sidetracked from his lessons, probably wouldn't even quite remember what he was teaching if Darnell were to ask him to continue the lecture right now.
I swear, between this guy and Mr. Ayanami, Southridge has the market on odd teachers.
"You're new here, aren't you Kallie?" he asked, still speaking quietly as he placed the pencil in his right hand down onto the worksheet he had been working on, extending that hand towards Majors. Whittenburg didn't notice, continuing to chatter with some of Darnell's team mates.
"Not sure if you know this or not, but I'm Darnell Butler. I play football with those nuts chatting up the teacher." he let himself laugh a bit after saying this, before continuing, "So have you been in Highland Beach long?"
He would now wait for the girl to reply to his statement, his hand still out in a gesture of greeting, though drawing it back a little to respect the girl's personal space. Listening to the coach/teacher and the other football players prattling on, Darnell found himself a bit annoyed, but tried to block them out as the rest of the class was slowly starting to do. He himself hadn't had much time during his school years to socialize, with the exception of his teams and the bonfire (where nothing much happened after he and Erick Rischio broke up a fight), so he figured he would try to get to know people better before he went his own way, likely never to see any of them again.
This is gonna make parting company with all of them even harder, but fuck it. You only get one chance to make good friends, sometimes. Besides, Smith's probably gonna grope her the first time he gets the chance, might as well make a good impression for those of us who aren't sex obsessed.
Darnell, being seated directly to Kallie's right, which was without a doubt a position some guys envied him for, was able to easily say that to her in a tone low enough that Whittenburg could not hear. Not that he'd care much, but that was not the point. He was actually a bit surprised she did not notice him when she looked to the girl in front of him, who would be diagonal from the girl, however he did not mind too much. Looking at her while he spoke, he found it hard to avoid staring at the very attractive new girl, though he found it funny that the boy behind her started a bit at his speaking and redirected his eyes as if afraid Darnell talking would cause the girl to notice him. Darnell found himself idly pondering just how long that one had been staring at Kallie's rear.
She probably knows already. She is hot, though.
Chuckling a bit at this and leaving himself in a smile that showed some of his teeth, he continued to speak. After all, Whittenburg appeared to once again have gotten completely sidetracked from his lessons, probably wouldn't even quite remember what he was teaching if Darnell were to ask him to continue the lecture right now.
I swear, between this guy and Mr. Ayanami, Southridge has the market on odd teachers.
"You're new here, aren't you Kallie?" he asked, still speaking quietly as he placed the pencil in his right hand down onto the worksheet he had been working on, extending that hand towards Majors. Whittenburg didn't notice, continuing to chatter with some of Darnell's team mates.
"Not sure if you know this or not, but I'm Darnell Butler. I play football with those nuts chatting up the teacher." he let himself laugh a bit after saying this, before continuing, "So have you been in Highland Beach long?"
He would now wait for the girl to reply to his statement, his hand still out in a gesture of greeting, though drawing it back a little to respect the girl's personal space. Listening to the coach/teacher and the other football players prattling on, Darnell found himself a bit annoyed, but tried to block them out as the rest of the class was slowly starting to do. He himself hadn't had much time during his school years to socialize, with the exception of his teams and the bonfire (where nothing much happened after he and Erick Rischio broke up a fight), so he figured he would try to get to know people better before he went his own way, likely never to see any of them again.
This is gonna make parting company with all of them even harder, but fuck it. You only get one chance to make good friends, sometimes. Besides, Smith's probably gonna grope her the first time he gets the chance, might as well make a good impression for those of us who aren't sex obsessed.
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Sitting behind and within talking range of Kallie and Darnell was another jock (per se). Said jock was leaning back in his seat and staring at the ceiling, just waiting for class to end.
Troy McCann was minimally interested in the subject's intended subject matter, but he certainly wasn't interested in the football game nor the people talking with the teacher about it. Perhaps the latter was because he was on the varsity basketball team, but the former was because getting too involved would be bad for his "rep."
He'd been quite the intellectual in previous years, and the pride of previous (and more dedicated teachers.) In his junior year he was sometimes pitted against Eduardo, whom he noticed was actually asleep at his desk (with the view of his head from the teacher's desk blocked by an upright textbook), in debates that the school newspapers described as "bringing down the house." Yet these were days he didn't regret missing.
Ever since Troy decided to go gangsta, he'd deliberately inserted elements of the notorious "blame-the-white-man" arguments whenever he was called to give his opinion. It was probably the reason why Eduardo was almost always asleep, but Troy didn't regret that decision. If anything, turning gangsta was starting to reap some rewards, and as long he could keep his GPA above the minimum, he'd be safe through to college. As safe as the jock in front of him anyway, given that he didn't die a gangsta death like Tyrese almost did.
He readjusted his glance and leaned forward in his seat to listen in to the conversation in front of him, between Darnell and Kallie. He didn't intend to butt in, but if he ended up pulled into the conversation, well, it'd be more interesting than the latest "4th-and-inches Hail Mary."
Troy McCann was minimally interested in the subject's intended subject matter, but he certainly wasn't interested in the football game nor the people talking with the teacher about it. Perhaps the latter was because he was on the varsity basketball team, but the former was because getting too involved would be bad for his "rep."
He'd been quite the intellectual in previous years, and the pride of previous (and more dedicated teachers.) In his junior year he was sometimes pitted against Eduardo, whom he noticed was actually asleep at his desk (with the view of his head from the teacher's desk blocked by an upright textbook), in debates that the school newspapers described as "bringing down the house." Yet these were days he didn't regret missing.
Ever since Troy decided to go gangsta, he'd deliberately inserted elements of the notorious "blame-the-white-man" arguments whenever he was called to give his opinion. It was probably the reason why Eduardo was almost always asleep, but Troy didn't regret that decision. If anything, turning gangsta was starting to reap some rewards, and as long he could keep his GPA above the minimum, he'd be safe through to college. As safe as the jock in front of him anyway, given that he didn't die a gangsta death like Tyrese almost did.
He readjusted his glance and leaned forward in his seat to listen in to the conversation in front of him, between Darnell and Kallie. He didn't intend to butt in, but if he ended up pulled into the conversation, well, it'd be more interesting than the latest "4th-and-inches Hail Mary."
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A light grin formed on Kallie's lips. It seemed that she didn't have to reach out to the students of Southridge High School. They were more than willing to introduce themselves to her. She definitely didn't mind when footballer Darnell Butler addressed her about Coach Whittenburg's blatant disinterest in the subject he was supposed to be teaching. In fact, she couldn't help but grin a little bit about it. She didn't know Darnell, but she knew of him. At least, she knew he played football for the Rebels. That was the source of the grin plastered on her face. She found it ironic -- and highly amusing -- that a football player wouldn't want to hear Coach Whittenburg gloat about the last football game... well, it hadn't been a game, it had been an all-out massacre.
She shook her head and laughed slightly. Darnell introduced himself, but he didn't really need to. She hadn't been enrolled in Southridge for very long, but she'd heard Coach Whittenburg talking both to and about the other student enough times to know who he was, and why he was "important" in this class... well, important to the Coach, maybe. Whittenburg definitely had a preference toward the athletes in the classroom, and he wasn't the slightest bit discrete about it... not that Kallie cared either way. He inquired about her residency in Highland Beach, and she shrugged her shoulders lightly.
"Not long," she responded, taking the hand he'd extended a moment before and shaking it, "We moved to California right after the start of the school year. It's an... interesting experience," she threw in with a laugh, "It's a lot different from homeschool, that's for sure."
It was true. She had known public school would be quite a drastic change from what she was used to, but she embraced it with open arms. Her parents had pleaded with her to reconsider, and when she hadn't, they'd tried to convince her to attend a private school. Her mother was deeply disdainful of public schooling. She claimed that all it produced was more of the uneducated masses. Kallie had shrugged it off. Unlike her mother, who was more than a little uppity, Kallie had grown up embracing people for their differences and who they were, not how they were brought up or how much money they had.
Maybe that had been why she wanted to attend public school so much. It wasn't as if she hadn't had a great life before. She'd been spoiled rotten, given everything she ever even had a notion for, and through it all, she'd managed to remain appreciative where most children wouldn't. She'd been all over the globe, she'd seen things that most people could only dream of, but the older she got, all she really wanted was to settle down and have a normal life. Just like everything else her heart had ever desired, her father obliged that request too, and that was how she had inevitably found herself here, sitting in this musty old history room at Southridge High School.
"How about you?" she inquired after a moment, "Did you grow up here?"
She could feel the prying eyes of Troy McCann on the back of her neck, but she simply didn't acknowledge him. She didn't think badly of Troy at all. She didn't really think anything of Troy. She hadn't gotten to know him well enough to do anything like that. She did, however, know that he and Darnell probably weren't on the best of terms. She hadn't attended the bonfire thrown right after the beginning of the school year, but she'd heard that Darnell had stepped in an attempted to stop a fight between Troy and another student at Southridge, Tyson something-or-another.
Like most boys tend to do, she figured that at least one of them had held a grudge. Then again, she didn't really know, and now wasn't exactly the time to find out. She glanced up at Coach Whittenburg, but much to her dismay, he was now shouting even louder than he had been, regaling the events of something or another to the students in the front row with an undying passion. It was almost comical the way he flailed his arms around wildly and thrashed about as he told the story. His face was turning so red, she was sure he'd fall over and have a heart attack. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight.
Some of these people sure are crazy.
She shook her head and laughed slightly. Darnell introduced himself, but he didn't really need to. She hadn't been enrolled in Southridge for very long, but she'd heard Coach Whittenburg talking both to and about the other student enough times to know who he was, and why he was "important" in this class... well, important to the Coach, maybe. Whittenburg definitely had a preference toward the athletes in the classroom, and he wasn't the slightest bit discrete about it... not that Kallie cared either way. He inquired about her residency in Highland Beach, and she shrugged her shoulders lightly.
"Not long," she responded, taking the hand he'd extended a moment before and shaking it, "We moved to California right after the start of the school year. It's an... interesting experience," she threw in with a laugh, "It's a lot different from homeschool, that's for sure."
It was true. She had known public school would be quite a drastic change from what she was used to, but she embraced it with open arms. Her parents had pleaded with her to reconsider, and when she hadn't, they'd tried to convince her to attend a private school. Her mother was deeply disdainful of public schooling. She claimed that all it produced was more of the uneducated masses. Kallie had shrugged it off. Unlike her mother, who was more than a little uppity, Kallie had grown up embracing people for their differences and who they were, not how they were brought up or how much money they had.
Maybe that had been why she wanted to attend public school so much. It wasn't as if she hadn't had a great life before. She'd been spoiled rotten, given everything she ever even had a notion for, and through it all, she'd managed to remain appreciative where most children wouldn't. She'd been all over the globe, she'd seen things that most people could only dream of, but the older she got, all she really wanted was to settle down and have a normal life. Just like everything else her heart had ever desired, her father obliged that request too, and that was how she had inevitably found herself here, sitting in this musty old history room at Southridge High School.
"How about you?" she inquired after a moment, "Did you grow up here?"
She could feel the prying eyes of Troy McCann on the back of her neck, but she simply didn't acknowledge him. She didn't think badly of Troy at all. She didn't really think anything of Troy. She hadn't gotten to know him well enough to do anything like that. She did, however, know that he and Darnell probably weren't on the best of terms. She hadn't attended the bonfire thrown right after the beginning of the school year, but she'd heard that Darnell had stepped in an attempted to stop a fight between Troy and another student at Southridge, Tyson something-or-another.
Like most boys tend to do, she figured that at least one of them had held a grudge. Then again, she didn't really know, and now wasn't exactly the time to find out. She glanced up at Coach Whittenburg, but much to her dismay, he was now shouting even louder than he had been, regaling the events of something or another to the students in the front row with an undying passion. It was almost comical the way he flailed his arms around wildly and thrashed about as he told the story. His face was turning so red, she was sure he'd fall over and have a heart attack. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight.
Some of these people sure are crazy.
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When he initially spoke, Kallie seemed to grin and then, with a shake of the head, laughed a bit. The humour wasn't lost on Darnell, who knew full well the irony of a football player disapproving of the coach taking lesson time off to boast about the previous game. That game was one of the easiest Darnell had ever played, but that was irrelevant. She seemed to be silent for a short bit before shrugging her shoulders and finally responding. While she took his hand and shook it, a shake Darnell returned firmly but not gripping tightly enough to cause pain (which was something Darnell could easily do), she told him that she hadn't been in the city for long at all and that she had just moved in at the start of the school year, laughing again while mentioning that it was more interesting than homeschool.
Homeschooled, eh? That's interesting. Darnell thought while lowering his hand, listening idly to Whittenburg's chatter gradually increase in pace for a moment, before hearing Kallie's question about whether he had grown up in Highland Beach. He felt Troy's eyes on his and Kallie's head, and shot him a look out of the corner of his eye before taking his attentions back to Kallie, the bonfire incident wasn't all that worth remembering. He managed to keep his eyes right on her face the whole time, which might have been surprising considering that he was a high school senior but he had always found it disrespectful to spend an entire conversation with a woman leering at her breasts. Besides, he found it difficult to break eye contact for some reason.
"Yep," Darnell responded, having taken the smile off his face and replaced it with a smaller grin because he was worried the smile would look creepy after a while, "been in this good ol' city all my life. Hell, my dad's construction company has built most of it at some time or another. It's a real nice place, Highland Beach. You sure made a good choice moving here." he found his focus temporarily brought to Whittenburg as he got more intense with his story-telling and bragging, his arms flailing at good speed while his face turned red. He couldn't help sighing as he watched his coach do this, but shook his head to dismiss it as he heard Kallie giggle.
"I swear, he's gonna pass out again at this rate." by the time he said that, he was looking at Kallie again, this time sitting in a more relaxed position, Whittenburg still hadn't noticed them, "So, where'd you move from anyway? If you don't mind me asking."
Homeschooled, eh? That's interesting. Darnell thought while lowering his hand, listening idly to Whittenburg's chatter gradually increase in pace for a moment, before hearing Kallie's question about whether he had grown up in Highland Beach. He felt Troy's eyes on his and Kallie's head, and shot him a look out of the corner of his eye before taking his attentions back to Kallie, the bonfire incident wasn't all that worth remembering. He managed to keep his eyes right on her face the whole time, which might have been surprising considering that he was a high school senior but he had always found it disrespectful to spend an entire conversation with a woman leering at her breasts. Besides, he found it difficult to break eye contact for some reason.
"Yep," Darnell responded, having taken the smile off his face and replaced it with a smaller grin because he was worried the smile would look creepy after a while, "been in this good ol' city all my life. Hell, my dad's construction company has built most of it at some time or another. It's a real nice place, Highland Beach. You sure made a good choice moving here." he found his focus temporarily brought to Whittenburg as he got more intense with his story-telling and bragging, his arms flailing at good speed while his face turned red. He couldn't help sighing as he watched his coach do this, but shook his head to dismiss it as he heard Kallie giggle.
"I swear, he's gonna pass out again at this rate." by the time he said that, he was looking at Kallie again, this time sitting in a more relaxed position, Whittenburg still hadn't noticed them, "So, where'd you move from anyway? If you don't mind me asking."
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Troy received a glance from Darnell that caused a somewhat desired reaction of him sitting back in his seat and trying not to look like he was nosing into their conversation. Still, he was paying attention and waited for the opportunity to join in.
Meanwhile, one of the larger jocks broke off from the pack gathered around the coach to head back to his seat. He got a friendly wave and some grunts from some of the other jocks as he made his way back down the aisle toward his seat, which happened to be between the current conversation and the sleeping sack of gray. It wasn't hard not to miss the giant linebacker's presence in the classroom or the football field, but then again the presence of #57 LB Daniel "Boxer" Carvalho was not one to be deliberately missed, especially with hair that could be very aptly described as a mane.
He took his seat and with a powerful and slightly-less-than-friendly jab with his elbow, woke Eduardo from his slumber. As he squinted to get his eyes in focus, the first thing he noticed was Boxer's towering figure. He smirked and grumbled, "I've got the study material ready, Box. don't worry..." before recoiling back to sleep. As soon as Eduardo started snoring, Boxer turned to face the ongoing conversation. He wasn't exactly in tune with much other than the football jargon that he noticed the jock crowd wasn't using much, let alone history. He could take that up with Eduardo later on. Still, class wouldn't be over for a while, so he might as well find something else to notice.
Troy received a glance from Darnell that caused a somewhat desired reaction of him sitting back in his seat and trying not to look like he was nosing into their conversation. Still, he was paying attention and waited for the opportunity to join in.
Meanwhile, one of the larger jocks broke off from the pack gathered around the coach to head back to his seat. He got a friendly wave and some grunts from some of the other jocks as he made his way back down the aisle toward his seat, which happened to be between the current conversation and the sleeping sack of gray. It wasn't hard not to miss the giant linebacker's presence in the classroom or the football field, but then again the presence of #57 LB Daniel "Boxer" Carvalho was not one to be deliberately missed, especially with hair that could be very aptly described as a mane.
He took his seat and with a powerful and slightly-less-than-friendly jab with his elbow, woke Eduardo from his slumber. As he squinted to get his eyes in focus, the first thing he noticed was Boxer's towering figure. He smirked and grumbled, "I've got the study material ready, Box. don't worry..." before recoiling back to sleep. As soon as Eduardo started snoring, Boxer turned to face the ongoing conversation. He wasn't exactly in tune with much other than the football jargon that he noticed the jock crowd wasn't using much, let alone history. He could take that up with Eduardo later on. Still, class wouldn't be over for a while, so he might as well find something else to notice.
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Darnell revealed a bit more about himself, telling Kallie that not only had he grown up in Highland Beach but that his dad was apparently one of the key contractors in the city and his construction firm had built many of its buildings. She nodded slightly, but Darnell's attention, too, had turned on Mr. Whittenburg and the public spectacle he was making of himself as his shouts of enthusiasm continued. Funnily enough, some of the athletic boys around him seemed just as pumped up as the coach was. Maybe that was why he was a coach in the first place, at least he had enough charisma to motivate his players.
Didn't make him any better of a teacher, though.
"Again?" Kallie inquired as Darnell joked that Whittenburg was going to blow a gasket and fall over, "You mean he does this on a regular basis?"
She couldn't help but laugh. At least she knew what to expect for the rest of the year now. If the aging man kept it up, he'd wind up keeling over in front of the whole class. Then, she wouldn't be surprised if one of the creepy biology teachers carted off the corpse to do some kind of strange experiments on or something, some of them were real weirdos.
His next question threw her out of her thoughts for a moment, and she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
"Well," she started, "We moved here from Vegas, but really, I don't know if you could say I was "from" there. That probably sounds weird, but we weren't home much. My dad comes from, I guess you'd call it old money, and he always liked to travel, so that's what we did, up until we moved here. In fact, the only reason he ever found this place was because he happened to pass through it on a business trip further up the coast. I don't know why, but he's always liked these small towns."
It wasn't exactly small, she supposed, but when you'd spent your life travelling to places like London and Paris and Tokyo, it really seemed that way by comparison. Highland Beach was practically commuter-central, actually. All the citizens small towns further inland came here to work and shop, and the city itself wasn't exactly a speck on the map, but still... she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't making a connection with the other student when she regarded his ways as being "small town", seeing as there are a lot of stereotypes that go with it.
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Didn't make him any better of a teacher, though.
"Again?" Kallie inquired as Darnell joked that Whittenburg was going to blow a gasket and fall over, "You mean he does this on a regular basis?"
She couldn't help but laugh. At least she knew what to expect for the rest of the year now. If the aging man kept it up, he'd wind up keeling over in front of the whole class. Then, she wouldn't be surprised if one of the creepy biology teachers carted off the corpse to do some kind of strange experiments on or something, some of them were real weirdos.
His next question threw her out of her thoughts for a moment, and she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
"Well," she started, "We moved here from Vegas, but really, I don't know if you could say I was "from" there. That probably sounds weird, but we weren't home much. My dad comes from, I guess you'd call it old money, and he always liked to travel, so that's what we did, up until we moved here. In fact, the only reason he ever found this place was because he happened to pass through it on a business trip further up the coast. I don't know why, but he's always liked these small towns."
It wasn't exactly small, she supposed, but when you'd spent your life travelling to places like London and Paris and Tokyo, it really seemed that way by comparison. Highland Beach was practically commuter-central, actually. All the citizens small towns further inland came here to work and shop, and the city itself wasn't exactly a speck on the map, but still... she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't making a connection with the other student when she regarded his ways as being "small town", seeing as there are a lot of stereotypes that go with it.
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Darnell listened quietly while Kallie answered his question of where she had moved from. He hadn't noticed her own inquiry about the joke he made at Whittenburg's expense, but it was too late for that at the moment. There was an impressed look in his eyes when she was finished, and he let out a low whistle out of admiration. He hadn't been expecting that, though it was less of a surprise to find that she was rather wealthy and had traveled around, something about her looks had given him a similar idea beforehand. Being from a pretty well off family himself as being one of the heads of the biggest construction firm in the city meant Mr. Butler made a lot of money even without the sizeable paycheck of his wife, he knew the basic ways to spot someone who was from money and someone who wasn't. He could hear the hushed noise of idle chatter all over the room now, so he knew there was no chance of the lesson continuing on its course today.
"Whoa," he allowed himself to say with a tone as impressed as his expression, "so you're from Vegas, of all places? Talk about cool...y'know, I've always wanted to visit that city, but enough about me," he chuckled after saying this and moved his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat a bit, "you said you weren't there a lot. Did you like Vegas, though, when you were 'home'?"
Darnell Butler had a way with words that was almost as renowned as his physical ability. What from many people may have sounded intrusive or pushy, Butler had a knack for wording so that it just seemed like a friendly inquiry. He had learned how to do this over the years, it made making friends easier. One could tell just by listening, or by looking at him, that there was real interest in the questions he asked Kallie Majors. Not only was it the desire to make a new student feel welcome, but he was interested in the bombshell herself as a person. Even if he did allow his eyes to look Kallie over quickly, he found the conversation more intriguing than superficial desires at the moment.
Whittenburg's ranting was quickly interrupted by a loud coughing fit from the coach, but when he gasped out a surprised "I'm fine. Anyway, where was I?" a few seconds later, Darnell decided it wasn't worth taking his attention away from the conversation. He always thought, why bother conversing if you don't pay any attention to your partner? For that reason he paid the rest of the class no mind while waiting for the girl's response.
"Whoa," he allowed himself to say with a tone as impressed as his expression, "so you're from Vegas, of all places? Talk about cool...y'know, I've always wanted to visit that city, but enough about me," he chuckled after saying this and moved his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat a bit, "you said you weren't there a lot. Did you like Vegas, though, when you were 'home'?"
Darnell Butler had a way with words that was almost as renowned as his physical ability. What from many people may have sounded intrusive or pushy, Butler had a knack for wording so that it just seemed like a friendly inquiry. He had learned how to do this over the years, it made making friends easier. One could tell just by listening, or by looking at him, that there was real interest in the questions he asked Kallie Majors. Not only was it the desire to make a new student feel welcome, but he was interested in the bombshell herself as a person. Even if he did allow his eyes to look Kallie over quickly, he found the conversation more intriguing than superficial desires at the moment.
Whittenburg's ranting was quickly interrupted by a loud coughing fit from the coach, but when he gasped out a surprised "I'm fine. Anyway, where was I?" a few seconds later, Darnell decided it wasn't worth taking his attention away from the conversation. He always thought, why bother conversing if you don't pay any attention to your partner? For that reason he paid the rest of the class no mind while waiting for the girl's response.
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Troy figured now would be a safe time to enter the conversation. "Sounds like this year's gonna be pretty special here, seein' as how we're all graduatin'," he began, trying to sound sociable while still attempting to foster the essence of his inner "brutha."
Troy Mac hadn't just perused the Urban.com dictionaries to help his accent become more authentic, he'd also mingled and listened to find the right context for which these words could be used. The external hard-drive he'd gotten for his birthday - shortly before the shooting that inspired him to become a gangsta - was now filled with what amounted to days of hip-hop media. His knowledge of "geography" became categorized East and West Coasts, Mid-wes', and the Dirty South.
Of course, given the setting, he wasn't about to make full use of his Encyclopedia Ebonica quite yet. This was school, and he was not about to run the risk of academic probation with a varsity scholarship now on the horizon. He leaned forward, looking slightly smarmy in his varsity basketball jersey as he continued.
"Vegas sounds like a pretty high-action city though. Not many people comin' out to the H-B-C and stayin' before movin' on to San Ade or LA. You plannin' on stayin for tha graduation?"
Sometimes he considered himself thankful that his varsity jersey was his forcefield of sorts against the dominant footballers in the school. Not that he could say the same for his once-fellow nerd across the aisle.
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Eduardo perked his head up almost instinctively as the coach's cough disturbed his impromptu slumber. As much as the discussion had strayed off-topic enough that there really was no topic, his mind happened to be filled with all sorts of related issues. Like the irony that the only people who could really afford to go to college were the ones who appreciated it the least, and that even the valedictorian coming out of a hellhole like this stood no chance against someone from - perhaps - San Adrian World. Or that the people who bothered to teach in the colleges that people from this school could afford were the kind who taught people the same ideas that started violent rebellions in his native lands.
He also remembered that if he hadn't screwed up like he did back in SAWA, he wouldn't have been condemned to a future like this. But it was something he'd learned to accept.
The only thing those thoughts registered outwardly was another grumble - this one louder than normal - before he fell back to sleep.
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Troy Mac hadn't just perused the Urban.com dictionaries to help his accent become more authentic, he'd also mingled and listened to find the right context for which these words could be used. The external hard-drive he'd gotten for his birthday - shortly before the shooting that inspired him to become a gangsta - was now filled with what amounted to days of hip-hop media. His knowledge of "geography" became categorized East and West Coasts, Mid-wes', and the Dirty South.
Of course, given the setting, he wasn't about to make full use of his Encyclopedia Ebonica quite yet. This was school, and he was not about to run the risk of academic probation with a varsity scholarship now on the horizon. He leaned forward, looking slightly smarmy in his varsity basketball jersey as he continued.
"Vegas sounds like a pretty high-action city though. Not many people comin' out to the H-B-C and stayin' before movin' on to San Ade or LA. You plannin' on stayin for tha graduation?"
Sometimes he considered himself thankful that his varsity jersey was his forcefield of sorts against the dominant footballers in the school. Not that he could say the same for his once-fellow nerd across the aisle.
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Eduardo perked his head up almost instinctively as the coach's cough disturbed his impromptu slumber. As much as the discussion had strayed off-topic enough that there really was no topic, his mind happened to be filled with all sorts of related issues. Like the irony that the only people who could really afford to go to college were the ones who appreciated it the least, and that even the valedictorian coming out of a hellhole like this stood no chance against someone from - perhaps - San Adrian World. Or that the people who bothered to teach in the colleges that people from this school could afford were the kind who taught people the same ideas that started violent rebellions in his native lands.
He also remembered that if he hadn't screwed up like he did back in SAWA, he wouldn't have been condemned to a future like this. But it was something he'd learned to accept.
The only thing those thoughts registered outwardly was another grumble - this one louder than normal - before he fell back to sleep.
((Eduardo continued in Into the Abyss))
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Kallie held in a light chuckle as Darnell seemed to ooh and aah about her life in Las Vegas. Really, to her, it didn't seem very spectacular. Vegas was just a place -- granted, it was known across the United States as Sin City, a place known for its crime and casinos and gambling and the whole "whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" shabang, but to Kallie, it had always just been what she offhandedly referred to as "home". Darnell's inquiries almost surprised her. She was well-travelled enough to know that Darnell's idea of home varied quite heavily from her own, but still, did it really seem that interesting?
"Oh, I don't know..." she muttered with a light shrug.
Before she had time to delve deeper into her last place of residence, another voice perked up from the classroom. It was the basketball boy who had been watching herself and Darnell intently for what seemed like quite a while now. Kallie was almost amused that he would voluntarily jump into the conversation between the two -- not that she minded, so much, but even she had heard about the events at the bonfire for the Senior class, specifically, the events between Darnell and a certain basketball player that was now making inquiries into her personal life.
"It's a whole different world," she stated simply at Troy's comment about how most of the city "high rollers" or whatever you would call them generally didn't stay in places like Highland Beach, "It's a lot to get used to... you know, when you move out here from a big city. Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad place, it's just very... different. Different cultures, different people... it's not so much a bad different, though. I think we'll be here for the duration. Dad's taken a liking to this town, and it's close enough to Vegas that he can just head right across the border anytime he's feeling homesick."
Kallie nonchalantly closed the political book in front of her. They wouldn't be using it again today, for sure. Class was almost over anyway. It was sort of a relief. She'd enjoyed the conversation with her classmates, at least. She had someone to talk to now when the Coach got off on another one of his meaningless conversations about sports.
"I'll definitely be here through graduation. I just started public school, after all. May as well go through the experiences, you know?"
Kallie held in a light chuckle as Darnell seemed to ooh and aah about her life in Las Vegas. Really, to her, it didn't seem very spectacular. Vegas was just a place -- granted, it was known across the United States as Sin City, a place known for its crime and casinos and gambling and the whole "whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" shabang, but to Kallie, it had always just been what she offhandedly referred to as "home". Darnell's inquiries almost surprised her. She was well-travelled enough to know that Darnell's idea of home varied quite heavily from her own, but still, did it really seem that interesting?
"Oh, I don't know..." she muttered with a light shrug.
Before she had time to delve deeper into her last place of residence, another voice perked up from the classroom. It was the basketball boy who had been watching herself and Darnell intently for what seemed like quite a while now. Kallie was almost amused that he would voluntarily jump into the conversation between the two -- not that she minded, so much, but even she had heard about the events at the bonfire for the Senior class, specifically, the events between Darnell and a certain basketball player that was now making inquiries into her personal life.
"It's a whole different world," she stated simply at Troy's comment about how most of the city "high rollers" or whatever you would call them generally didn't stay in places like Highland Beach, "It's a lot to get used to... you know, when you move out here from a big city. Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad place, it's just very... different. Different cultures, different people... it's not so much a bad different, though. I think we'll be here for the duration. Dad's taken a liking to this town, and it's close enough to Vegas that he can just head right across the border anytime he's feeling homesick."
Kallie nonchalantly closed the political book in front of her. They wouldn't be using it again today, for sure. Class was almost over anyway. It was sort of a relief. She'd enjoyed the conversation with her classmates, at least. She had someone to talk to now when the Coach got off on another one of his meaningless conversations about sports.
"I'll definitely be here through graduation. I just started public school, after all. May as well go through the experiences, you know?"
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"Ay, I know whatch'all mean," Troy replied with a laugh, "Ain' no time like high school to get some experience!" He suppressed his laughter quickly though to keep the traditional sex-joke vibe from spreading too far though. "Whoooo..." he sighed before taking a quick look around to see if he'd gotten any attention from it. His surroundings didn't seem too much changed save for the looming presence of the leviathan linebacker Daniel "Boxer" Carvalho at the edge of the group, though he currently looked harmlessly docile. He could just make out Eduardo's back poking out from behind Boxer.
"But surrsly though, high school's the best time to make friends and all befo' we go our separate ways for college," Troy resumed. "At least so we don't end up like li'l Eddie over thurr."
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"Ay, I know whatch'all mean," Troy replied with a laugh, "Ain' no time like high school to get some experience!" He suppressed his laughter quickly though to keep the traditional sex-joke vibe from spreading too far though. "Whoooo..." he sighed before taking a quick look around to see if he'd gotten any attention from it. His surroundings didn't seem too much changed save for the looming presence of the leviathan linebacker Daniel "Boxer" Carvalho at the edge of the group, though he currently looked harmlessly docile. He could just make out Eduardo's back poking out from behind Boxer.
"But surrsly though, high school's the best time to make friends and all befo' we go our separate ways for college," Troy resumed. "At least so we don't end up like li'l Eddie over thurr."
((Continued in Give Me a 'P'!))
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She had to give Troy McCann one thing. He had a point. She hadn't really thought much about it up until now, but even though public high school in and of itself was a new experience for her, it would be a shortlived one. She was glad to have pretty much shaken the "new girl" stigma away so quickly. It gave her time to enjoy all the "lasts" of high school along with all the "firsts". Her eyes traced across their political science class to all of the classmates sitting around her. Coach Whittenburg seemed to be wrapping up his conversation with the jocks up front. The goth kids were sitting in the very back, carving random things on the desks with their pencils or pocketknives which they shouldn't have even had in class. Everyone in between just seemed bored and most were staring anxiously at the clock, waiting on the bell to signify the period's end.
It didn't disappoint them.
As soon as the loud bell resounded, signifying the end of class, it was as though the gates had been opened for the running of the bulls. All of her classmates abruptly stopped what they were doing, halted any form of conversation, grabbed their belongings, and made a beeline for the doorway. Kallie, too, began gathering her belongings together and tucking them away in the pink backpack that lay sprawled out at the side of her desk. They really weren't supposed to have backpacks in class to begin with, it was something of a safety issue, but Coach Whittenburg couldn't have possibly cared any less. Besides, it was less strain on her to carry the backpack around than to try to balance a stack of books between classes, and she often used Whittenburg's class to catch up on other assignments.
"Well," she mused as she rose up from her seat and slung the bag across her shoulder, "I guess it's time to get outta here."
Kallie walked around between Troy and Darnell's desks as she headed for the doorway, stopping for just a moment as she drummed her fingernails along Darnell's desk.
"Bye Troy," she cooed quietly, "Bye Darnell."
She headed through the practically empty classroom and out into the overcrowded hallways. This was one thing about high school that she thoroughly dreaded. The classroom had cleared out immediately, but now there was a huge line in the hallways. Students stood left and right, blockading the lockers and obstructing the walkway. With a light sigh, Kallie squeezed into the crowd and began to head down the hallway and toward her locker.
((Continued in Fight Night))
It didn't disappoint them.
As soon as the loud bell resounded, signifying the end of class, it was as though the gates had been opened for the running of the bulls. All of her classmates abruptly stopped what they were doing, halted any form of conversation, grabbed their belongings, and made a beeline for the doorway. Kallie, too, began gathering her belongings together and tucking them away in the pink backpack that lay sprawled out at the side of her desk. They really weren't supposed to have backpacks in class to begin with, it was something of a safety issue, but Coach Whittenburg couldn't have possibly cared any less. Besides, it was less strain on her to carry the backpack around than to try to balance a stack of books between classes, and she often used Whittenburg's class to catch up on other assignments.
"Well," she mused as she rose up from her seat and slung the bag across her shoulder, "I guess it's time to get outta here."
Kallie walked around between Troy and Darnell's desks as she headed for the doorway, stopping for just a moment as she drummed her fingernails along Darnell's desk.
"Bye Troy," she cooed quietly, "Bye Darnell."
She headed through the practically empty classroom and out into the overcrowded hallways. This was one thing about high school that she thoroughly dreaded. The classroom had cleared out immediately, but now there was a huge line in the hallways. Students stood left and right, blockading the lockers and obstructing the walkway. With a light sigh, Kallie squeezed into the crowd and began to head down the hallway and toward her locker.
((Continued in Fight Night))
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