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Post by Phillip Pendragon on Jun 26, 2018 18:26:53 GMT
For once Phillip wasnt right in front of the stage with the majority of the club, but instead in the tech room to help Naomi with the equipment. Or rather he took the chance to properly talk with his friend face to face for once rather than just texting or a short exchange of words in between classes. He didnt know what exactly it was but somehow in the recent past Phillip was always too occupied to give his dear friend his full attention. Either his duties called for him ... or a certain group of friends consisting of the infamous five, Thalia, Arielle, Nancy; Sig and himself. He loved them all but when he was with Amanda or Naomi things were different as he saw them more as sisters, as additional family members besides Tristan.
Either way apparently the student body president couldnt stay away for even only some minutes without quite the stuff to happen. When he and Naomi rejoined the others their teacher was still missing and people were splitting up as they had different ideas of how to use the absence of Ms Kishi. Getting nothing more to see besides the back of Amandas head and his "usual group" being all occupied with others as well as with each other he didn´t even know what to think or feel. In the end though he just went with "yay more probably hopefully extra break time". Turning his attention back to Naomi he smiled at his friend and gestured towards the nearest door. "Would you like to go somewhere else as well or stay here in case Ms Kishi eventually shows up?"
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jun 26, 2018 19:42:20 GMT
Chris Gave Riley a small smile as he carefully held her sketchbook as if it was the most precious thing he had ever dared to lay his hands on. He looked at The sketch she had just finished in awe. The costume she had drawn looked really amazing. It was some type of genie he could instantly see that. He looked back up at Riley who was now talking to Elizabeth. He decided to not interrupt that talk as that would be rude. Instead he decided to carefully look at some other sketches Riley made while kind of trying to listen to what the girls where talking about.
He looked up when Riley decided to get up. He nodded. Yeah, it would be fun to join that new club. He gently handed Riley her sketchbook. " You're really good" he said with a genuine smile. He meant it. He looked at Elizabeth to check if she was joining them too, not wanting her to feel left out.
Chris got down as he frowned slightly seeing seeing the scene unfold in front of them. He quickly stopped Riley and Elizabeth from walking as he didn't want them to get mixed into this as he saw how Ryan walked over to Al. The only thing he noticed about Ryan was the red smear around his mouth area. How did that happen..? " Ryan what-" His eyes widened a bit seeing how Ryan hit Alexander.
In a way he could understand Ryan. Being made fun of was something nobody was happy about.. However.. hitting Alexander over that..? He had mixed feelings. Alexander could be a prick with his jokes but as far as Chris knew he never meant ill will. He saw how Nancy got to Ryan so he decided to help Alexander up. " Jezus.." he mumbled. " Alexander are you okay..?"
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jun 26, 2018 20:00:03 GMT
Naya's laughter died down as she saw the expression on Ryan's face. He did NOT look happy at all, in fact, he even looked upset. She bit her lip. Maybe they had gone too far.
Suddenly Al was on the floor, having been punched by Ryan. Naya let out a loud gasp and leapt out of her seat, suddenly feeling very sick. She hadn't meany any harm, none of them had, but the joke had gone too far. She shouldn't have teased him like that, how she would tease her friends she had known for years, she didn't know him well enough to... As usual, she'd put her foot in her mouth and now two people were hurt because of it. Guilt formed in the pit of her stomach, and she ran a hand through her curls, not quite sure what to do.
“You think this shit is fucking funny?” he growled. Tears pricked in Naya's eyes. She didn't mean to hurt him... She'd wanted to avoid drama but yet had managed to help cause it.
“Ryan, I'm so...” she looked at Al, lying on the ground, “It went too far, I didn't mean... None of us meant...”
She was interrupted by Nerissa storming over.
“Shouldn't you be hitting her and not him? Since she is the one who smeared that paint on you.” Naya frowned, her knuckles turning white as she gripped onto the hem of her shirt. She didn't think anyone needed to be hit. God, she felt so guilty it had come to this.
Before Naya could apologise properly, Nancy ran over and pulled Ryan out the room. Naya groaned, her head falling into her hands. She felt so awful and couldn't help but feel like it was her fault for teasing him... And now Al had gotten physically hurt because of it. She turned and bent down next to him.
“Are you okay?” she asked, resolving to apologise profusely to Ryan as soon as she possibly could.
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Post by Naomi Smith on Jun 26, 2018 21:49:19 GMT
Naomi was pretty angry with herself. She was supposed to check the tech list yesterday, but instead she was in hurry to get home early to do something more important - play video games, what could be more important than that? Girl was sure that Ms. Kishi, or as she called her: Ms. K, wanted her to check all the needs of tech team before she would announce new fall production. That included light, sounds, mic, wires, all kind of stuff. So today she had spent whole afternoon with Phillip, checking places and equipment.
"Phew, I think that's it." she sighed and shook all the dust from her clothes. "Thanks for helping me out - or at least thank you for the company."
They walked where others were, and Ms. K was still absent, "Luckily she is late today, no problems for me". Club members were pretty confused what to do while waiting. Some were still training on their own, Nerissa wanted them to start warm ups and Amanda was herself - awkward and clumsy. 'That gaming club still sounds good though, might join afterwards...' Naomi wondered, after all she was gamer herself. Her thoughts got interrupted by Phillip who suggested they might as well go somewhere else by their waiting time.
"Actually, I borrowed some pencils from the art class. I hate dull and boring looking notes so I had to borrow some colors." answered with a smile and walked towards the nearest door to get out.
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Post by Alexander Attiyah on Jun 26, 2018 22:51:34 GMT
(OOC: so sorry this took so long to write guys - hope I didn't make too many of you wait T.T)
What came next Al hadn't expected in the least bit. Probably due to the fact he was enjoying the other comments made from Emery and her friends to notice the pure anger on the blond's face... At least up until the point the guy grabbed his shirt anyway. What the-!? he thought as his body was aggressively tugged forward towards Ryan, his eyes widening in surprise. He barely had time to register the expression on the dude's face as well as his fist readying for the blow before a brutal force hit against his cheek. The blow sent the raven-haired backward onto the ground instantly, knocking the wind out of him. His head felt rattled, his body unable to move or respond much for a few seconds while several people in the room reacted. Though Al couldn't hear them over the blood pounding in his ears; all he could feel was the sting from the initial punch. "You think this shit is fucking funny?" he heard Ryan yell. He looked up to see him pointing at the red on his lips, the anger clear in his voice. Al grimaced as the pain in his face seemed to subside and go numb. He was positive that at any point it would hit him again though; Ryan was a big dude after all and could pack a punch. Fucking pitcher, he thought as he clenched his teeth, hoping nothing was broken at least. His head felt dizzy with the hint of an oncoming headache, but there was no way he was going to back down after taking a beating for that. So instead he continued to glare directly back at Ryan in a challenging stare. "Yeah I do," he replied firmly, "because I can take a fucking joke. Unlike your bruised ego. It's just paint."Almost immediately, both Nerissa and Nancy had rushed over onto the scene, with the latter trying to calm Ryan and the former giving him a scolding. Yet all Al could think about was getting out of the damn auditorium. He had enough of drama club. Enough of Ryan. And whatever coddling Nancy was now suggesting Nerissa give him with the first aid kit he knew he definitely did not want. In all honesty, even with his probably swelling cheek, Al was more concerned for the other girls. Misha (for obvious reasons) and Emery especially. Sure, he probably shouldn't have teased Ryan with that feminine comment - he could admit to that. But he hadn't been the only one to laugh at the guy's expense; he was just the one that got punched in the end, lucky him. And judging by the rage that had come off of Ryan over DIY lipstick, he did not want to think about any of them getting a similar fist-to-the-cheek treatment. Seriously, he muttered inwardly as Nancy led the blond outside while Naya as well as one of the other members, Chris, approached him. The hell kind of reaction was that!?"I'm fine," he assured the small group as Chris helped him up, giving them both a grateful "thanks" in return. His body still felt a little weak from having the wind knocked out of him, but he had skateboarded long enough to know what a concussion was like and while he was sure the hit to his face was gonna hurt like hell sooner rather than later with a throbbing headache to match, he was sure his brain was otherwise fine. "I just need some ice." And an aspirin... "I can find some myself."Where exactly though, he wasn't sure... Maybe Andrei has some? Or possibly the cafeteria if it was still open. No matter the answer or his destination, however, he wasn't going to stay long. After all, having an audience around him checking to make sure he was okay wasn't exactly something he was used to or liked. Not that he wasn't grateful of course! But being the center of attention when he wanted it was one thing; having people fuss over him and ask him if he was okay was another. Mostly it just made him feel uncomfortable, even more so when all he really wanted to do was go home and forget the day ever happened. Heading for the doors, he paused in his walk to face Emery, giving her a serious look. "Be careful around him, Em," he warned quietly, the concern and left over anger clear on his face. "I don't want you to be the next one he punches."And before anyone else could get another word in, he left, allowing the door to swing shut behind him as he headed off down the hall and away from Ryan and Nancy.
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Post by Tristan Pendragon on Jun 27, 2018 0:48:01 GMT
"Hey, calm down, calm down. Nothing to be worried about. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. Promise!" He bites his lips... He need to say something... He knows she'll not say anything, he can trust Nancy... She'll not tell everybody he's gay and has a crush on her ex... fuck... He forgot about it... She's Ryan ex... He feels really bad now... He didn't want her to start making scenario about what she saw... "It's... It was... Nothing" he shutter... He looks at Nancy "There's nothing..." It has to be said... They can't continue, he can't explain himself more... Still panicked, he saw Ryan punch Al, he freeze. He didn't think this prank would made him so mad ... Clenching, Ryan's expression reminding him his father's expression when he was punching him for his "bad behavior"... He didn't even hear what Nancy says to him, he's just... Not here anymore... He can feel his heart close to explode, his breath hard, tears bordering his eyes... He swallows and raise before leaving the auditorium... He need to be alone... He need to calm down...
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Post by Emery Attiyah on Jun 27, 2018 1:46:28 GMT
Everything went wrong so fast. At first Emery was laughing with her second, the second she noticed Ryan's expression. Oh no, he's not taking the joke.. She thought for a split second before watching as the anger in him grew. She stood up quickly and took a step forward towards him. Need to let him know it was just a joke and that I'm sorry.. She thought before he seemed to put his attention on her brother. "Ryan," She called, trying to step infront of him, "Ryan it was a joke, Ryan we didn't me-AH!"
Ryan had grabbed Al, punching him right after, making her shriek in response while her hands covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide and she watched the scene as Ryan asked him if thought it was funny. Which made Al retaliate back, telling him he did think it was funny cause he could take a joke. She looked between both of them before Nerissa and Nancy came over, one scolding and one taking him away so they could calm him. Which made her happy he was getting away, but upset cause she couldn't apologize right away. Will do that later..
Her attention went back to Al when Chris and Naya helped him up. She watched him closely making sure he could stand when he did. He told everyone he was find and that he needed some ice, but he could find some himself. And even though she had seen him in multiple skateboarding accidents, she still couldn't help the worrying that took over her when she saw him like this. There was no doubt he had a headache after that, and by his expression she was sure that he did.
He started to head to the doors but stopped to face her. Warning to be careful around Ryan, cause he didn't want her to be the next one he punches. "But, he.." She stopped herself, knowing full well that unless she just outed Ryan to the whole club right then and there, there was no way anyone would believe he wasn't violent right now. Fuck.. She watched Al leave the auditorium and instantly she felt like she needed to follow. Make sure he was okay with everyone away from them for the moment. As she knew he never really liked big crowds when he was upset. She looked back at everyone else.
"Hey I'm sorry but I'm going to go follow him and try to calm him down. I'll be back with him when things are okay. Just text me if Miss. Kishi gets back, I'll make sure we're here," She said, waving at her friends before stopping for a quick second. "Hey Misha before I forget, you're invited to the sleepover as well if you'd like to come. But no pressure! Okay, see y'all," She said, turning around so she could finally follow after Al. The doors closing behind her.
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Post by Peyton Cross on Jun 27, 2018 4:37:19 GMT
Peyton wasn’t expecting what would come next after that. While she did find the joke stupid, she didn’t think a few giggles would cause such a reaction. When she had had her laugh, Peyton turned around to get up and go somewhere else, but Emery’s cries caught her attention.
“Ryan it was just a joke, Ryan we didn’t me-AH!” Peyton quickly looked over her shoulder and was horrified to see Alex punched in the face by Ryan and fall flat on the floor. Everything quickly happened at once. Ryan and Alex started to scold each other, only to Nerissa come over and start scolding Ryan about some bullshit that he should’ve hit Misha instead. Yeah, Peyton never liked Nerissa to begin with.
Nancy came over and led out Ryan, who looked extremely tense. If Nancy hadn’t come over, Peyton would have probably scolded him herself for being so immature. It was a stupid prank after. A tad humiliating maybe, but nothing that warranting causing physical harm. Naya and some other guy (wasn’t his name Chris?) helped up Alex before brushing it off. He walked out on everyone, but not before he whispered something to Emery. Peyton went up to her friend in attempt to comfort her, seeing as she appeared stressed out, but Emery turned around to announce her taking a leave of absence as well.
"Hey I'm sorry,” Emery said, "but I'm going to go follow him and try to calm him down. I'll be back with him when things are okay. Just text me if Miss. Kishi gets back, I'll make sure we're here.”
She left without another word. Peyton just stood there trying to take in the whole experience. She attempted to keep herself calm, but the violence made uneasy. She’s always been sensitive around physical abuse like that, considering her own experiences. It didn’t matter who pulled the punches or why, or even if the person being punched deserved it. Peyton couldn’t help but get slightly nauseous from it. She eventually shook it off, and figured she needed sometime alone. Peyton exits the auditorium and headed for the girl’s bathroom.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Jun 27, 2018 11:40:32 GMT
Both of them were now surrounded by carefree laughs and gentle teases, causing Misha’s smile to widen at her successful joke, laughing softly as Al high-fived and congratulated her. She looked up to contemplate her victim’s reaction… and her smile immediately disappeared. Ryan wasn’t happy. Not one bit. In fact, she hadn’t often seen people this pissed, and even less with all of their anger directed right at her. As the scowl on his face grew bigger, she silently wished people around them would shut up before this went too far, but everyone seemed way too amused by the situation to catch it on time, until, finally, Ryan’s body moved, fast, in her direction, as she vaguely heard Emery say something. Instinctively, Misha winced in expectation, awaiting the hit. It didn’t come. What did come, however, was a loud sound at her left and a series of startled gasps as something hit the ground. When she finally brought herself to turn around, Al was struggling to keep himself steady, his eyes agape as his body was adjusting to his newfound situation, his face growing red where the man had just punched him, causing her own eyes to grow twice their size at the sight.
– What the…? – she stood awkwardly for half a second, trying to register the situation. It hadn’t occurred to her for a second that someone else would have to pay for her mistake, even less Al of all people. Why him anyway, when she had been the one to pull a prank on him and everyone else had laughed as well? Immediately she felt her blood boil as her fists tightened, and, before she could stop herself, her hand flew to Ryan’s shoulder, pulling on him harshly to move him away from Al, forcing him to face her, her angry scowl inches from him. – What the fuck is WRONG with you, idiot?! It was just a joke! He didn’t even do anything!
Before she could do or say anything else, the club president and Nancy, a chorus member, had ran in their direction to restrain Ryan as well, while other people were moving to help Al up. "Shouldn't you be hitting her and not him? Since she is the one who smeared that paint on you." This comment made Misha pause. She could feel, by their reaction, that the people at the scene weren’t really happy with that suggestion, and even frankly irritated, but deep down, she had to agree with Nerissa. Obviously she didn’t want to be beaten up, but she wanted to see her best friend get beat up in her place even less; she didn’t even understand why Ryan had decided to go after him, but she couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty. Silently, she pursed her lips.
Just at that moment, she felt Ryan’s body slip from her fingers. Nancy had snatched him away and was now pretty much forcefully pushing him all the way out. That was probably a good thing, too; she hated to see him get out of this with no punishment, but she knew that if Nerissa and Nancy hadn’t interrupted her, she would have probably slapped the guy, and she wasn’t naïve enough to believe that she could win against him, was he to hit back. Feeling the adrenaline slowly leave her body, Misha turned around. Al had been successfully helped back to his feet and was now shrugging the attention off, on his way to the door. Instinctively, her body moved towards him, just to be interrupted by Emery’s strangely cheerful voice. “Hey Misha before I forget, you're invited to the sleepover as well if you'd like to come. But no pressure!" The redhead’s eyebrow raised in disbelief at that sentence. Seriously, right now? Did she really think she was in the mood to plan sleepovers right at this moment? Shaking her head at the thought, Misha finally made her way out, looking for her friend.
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Post by Naya Zafar on Jun 27, 2018 16:14:07 GMT
Naya watched as one by one her friends left the auditorium: first Al, then Em, then Peyton, and finally Misha. Crap. She was alone at the crime scene, and felt extremely exposed. She looked around. People had resumed talking amongst themselves, but she still felt uneasy without her friends there, and she certainly wasn't about to go talk to anyone, not after what had just happened. Then she remembered Chris was still there, standing awkwardly a few steps away.
She turned to him, "Hey, uh, thanks for coming over and helping. You didn't need to do that, but I'm sure Al appreciated it. It was very sweet of you." She paused awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. She'd never been as confident at talking to people as Emery, and right now her head was not in a good place. She needed a walk... She needed to sort her makeup out and make sure she didn't have eyeliner smudged all over her face, and then maybe go grab a drink... But if Miss Kishi arrived to find she wasn't there...
Naya suddenly had an idea. Grabbing her notebook from her backpack, she ripped a page out and started scribbling.
"Chris, could you do me a massive favour?" she asked hopefully, "I know it's a lot to ask, but here's my number. If Miss Kishi comes, please can you text me and let me know? Tell her I've gone to the toilet or something and I'll be right back?" She handed him the piece of paper, before closing her backpack and running out of the auditorium towards the toilets without waiting for a reply.
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Post by Ryan Hepburn on Jun 27, 2018 17:38:07 GMT
A rather forceful push was made as Misha threw herself into the battle. " – What the fuck is WRONG with you, idiot?! It was just a joke! He didn’t even do anything! " Ryan stayed silent, he knew he was in the right here. Despite how everyone reacted. He kept his eyes off of Misha's, not wanting to face the truth of his actions. A loud sigh was made, his shoulder rolling to drop her hand from his shoulder. " You're the idiot if you think you're all innocent here. " His stomach twisted as he spoke, his anger still clearly boiling within- only to continue as Nerissa made her way through, now two girls in his space nagging him through his stupid actions. "Shouldn't you be hitting her and not him? Since she is the one who smeared that paint on you." Ryan looked around in the exasperated crowd around him, his fist still clenched. What the hell was everyone's problem?! They all act as if he killed Al rather than punched him. The fucker deserved it- well really they all deserved a good knock to the head but in no way was he hitting a girl. Even this enraged. His shoulders dropped as a few people went to coddle over Al. Jesus Christ the guy punched him. If anything he should thank him, do you know how much attention from girls he's going to get just by seeing a welt? "Can this be solved by talking or do you still want to hit people?"His eyes rolled at the comment, letting his breath draw out. Why is he getting blamed for this? They all started it. A hand was found in his- gently tugging his body forward. He looked over confused as Nancy continued tugging him away from the crowd. "Come on, Ryan, let's go outside for a moment...", You know, your ex-girlfriend is the last person you want consoling you after a fit of violence. Sure the two had already come to terms with their relationship. But what the hell was she trying to accomplish now?
He continued being dragged out like a scorned child, his head looking back at the scene. Yeah still no regrets here.
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Post by Phillip Pendragon on Jun 27, 2018 17:51:15 GMT
Phillip let out a long sigh of frustration given all the fuss around him. Luckily Naomi agreed to move to another place while the rest of the club was busy with themselves. A few people already left or were about to and even if not it seemed that the apparently going on conflicts were already at least sort of taken care of, giving him not much sense for a needed interfering. Therefore he happily took the opportunity to spend some alone time with Naomi while the others had their own occupations. Not to mention that it wasnt like they couldnt text or search for him if something was up. Sure, if he was out alone with Thalia for example there was a solid chance they would lock themselves away and turn off their phones for some proper ... privacy. However with Naomi he was always reachable however unless it was something more serious he wouldn´t do more than take the call to know what is up or skip through the text as his friend was his prime priority. Taking a last look at the remaining people around him, Phillip eventually followed Naomi outside the auditorium and into the art class to bring back the borrowed pencils.
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Post by Jamie Lewis on Jun 27, 2018 18:29:40 GMT
No one paid attention to her question, so she let out a frustrated sigh. She decided to just leave it at that. Their teacher will probably turn up eventually. She went back to sit down next to Kairi and decided to just observe for a while. A lot of people were signing up for the new club. “How stupid, playing games all afternoon. I can do that at home too” she thought with a bit of jealousy seeing how many people liked Amanda’s idea. If she’d come up with something like this people would probably call her stupid, childish or immature. Which she didn’t want.
Not much happened after that. Jamie gazed at Kairi’s work on the pants. Not really entertaining…”Ughh.. I’m bored!” she said frustrated. Well she wouldn’t be for too long. The girl heard a bunch of laughter then a huge gasp from a group of people in front of the stage. When she looked there she saw Al on the ground his face red in a spot and Ryan with his lips blood red and his hands clenched. She immediately figured it out. “Holy shit…” she said, then got up and rushed to his friend to check if he was okay, fortunately he talked right back to the blonde, so Jamie concluded that it was just a minor hit. They helped him get up and he promptly left the room with a few of his friends going after him. Damnit.. I always miss all the action, she thought. She wasn’t really concerned for Al. He’s tough he’ll be fine. Ryan was also escorted from the room by Nancy, and a bunch of other people left out of boredom.
She looked back at Kairi “Are you gonna ditch too?” she asked. Jamie didn’t want to leave. Not until Miss Kishi turned up. What she needed now least is the woman’s scolding, and just before she announced who got the leading roles in their new play. She would feel terribly alone if Kairi left too. At least now she had someone to talk to.. even if that someone rarely responded.
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Jun 28, 2018 13:23:41 GMT
Chris looked at Ryan and Alexander. While he agreed that some jokes could go too far, he did not think hurting someone else over it was the way to go. Which was.. Hypocritical in a way, but Chris didn't want to think back about that event. He held his breath when the redhead who he vaguely remembered as Mischa decided to scold Ryan. Nerissa was .. harsh. He just hoped the girl didn’t give Ryan any idea’s about hitting Misha.
“I’m fine” Alexander said as the group got to him. Chris frowned slightly seeing the fresh bruise on Alexanders face. He wouldn't exactly describe that as fine but decided to not go into detail about it. “Thanks” Alexander said as Chris had helped him. He nodded “ You're welcome” he mumbled before Al got up and walked off. It didn't take long for the others to follow as Nancy took Ryan away and Emery got after Alexander. He looked at the others who had just witnessed this as he noticed everyone's reaction.
The guy he remembered as Phillips younger brother, Tristan looked as if he was about to have a mental breakdown as he got up and left. Peyton, a girl he had not really talked to at all seemed uneasy. He couldn't blame her, who wouldn't be unseasy after seeing someone punching another person. She seemed a bit caught off guard before she walked out. Misha was just staring in front of her with a confused expression on her face about something emery had told her before walking after her brother. After that misha, without a word, left as well. And with that the auditorium started to get less crowded real fast.
He looked up as he saw how Naya turned towards him. He had heard her sing in a play sometime and remembered her name. "Hey, uh, thanks for coming over and helping. You didn't need to do that, but I'm sure Al appreciated it. It was very sweet of you." She told him. Chris gave her a small smile as he shrugged. “ It was nothing” He said softly. It really wasn't. Any decent person would have helped. He looked at Naya as she looked as if she wasn't really there with her thoughts. He wanted to ask her if she was okay herself but Naya suddenly got her notebook as Chris was a bit caught of guard. "Chris, could you do me a massive favour?" She asked him. He frowned a little as he was curious. What could he possibly do. “ Uh y-yeah sure what is it?” he asked her. "I know it's a lot to ask, but here's my number. If Miss Kishi comes, please can you text me and let me know? Tell her I've gone to the toilet or something and I'll be right back?" She replied as she handed him the paper. “ Uh.. Sure..!” he said as he got the piece of paper and looked at it before looking up to her again. “ take care alright..?” he added as he saw her packing her things as she got ready to leave and walked away.
Chris sighed looking around him. Only a few people were still there and the atmosphere had just gone down to a negative level. He bit his lip holding the paper a bit tighter. He sat down on one of the chairs nearby as he got his phone. It wasn't anything special as he obviously didn't have many people to call or text. He looked at the paper and added Naya’s phone number to his contacts. He then put his phone away as he sighed trying to calm down a little. Maybe going for a walk would have been nice , but he wouldn't want to let Naya down as he instead decided to get up and open a window to let some fresh air in.
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Post by Zak Gully on Jun 28, 2018 16:29:01 GMT
Zak woke in a dark room, clutching an old-fashioned dress like a teddy bear. Noticing he had been drooling on it, he begrudgingly sat up and wiped it on the wall before putting it back down. It wasn't the first time he took a nap in the costume room. It was dark, cool, and when he closed the door, surprisingly quiet. Still, usually he woke and was able to sneak out effortlessly, no one having noticed. This time, he realized it wouldn't be so easy. He could hear muffled voices right at the other side of the door, there was no way he could exit without being seen.
Grunting, Zak got to his feet, checking his phone and mentally checking his schedule. Did he have any classes now? If he did, he couldn't remember them. He didn't have to wonder for long, 'cause when he walked over to the door and put his ear to the door he realized what he had forgotten. Yup, those were definitely some familiar voices. Was he missing a club meeting or something?
How long had they been there? How awkward would it be if he just up and entered the room now? He stood for a short while, listening in, before he eventually decided. He couldn't stay in this room for long, he'd be bored out of his mind, and everyone in this club already knew he was a slacker, so what if they saw him obviously exiting the dark costume room?
He took a deep breath and threw the door open. If he was gonna be obvious about this anyway, he might as well make it look intentional. A quick look around made it obvious the teacher was nowhere to be seen. Apparently the meeting was already over, and he was off the hook. He instantly smiled, realizing he wouldn't have to sit through another boring announcement or whatever was planned for the day.
He smiled even broader when he spotted Rebecca and sent a wink her way. Definitely the prettiest girl in the group.
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