School

[Moss]

~~~~~~~~~~~ Seabrook High ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Along one of the more populated roads of Seabrook grows a tidy, red-brick building. Large black letters, carefully attached onto the side, make out the words "Seabrook High School". A few trees grow in front of it, surrounded by a concrete outdoor area. Double doors open to an inside foyer, decorated with the same tastless fake trees as in any school.

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Classroom 132

~~Were you to pick a random classroom, down any of the four halls of the school, to walk into, you migh have picked this one. It's just another class: desks are aligned in rows of five, facing a whiteboard. Counters and bookshelves line the walls, as well as posters. In the corner, a teacher's desk, seeming built for the sole purpose of holding her laptop. nothing very interesting. This is Mrs. Wellard's English classroom, and, unless you have any special buisness here, or are a student, you'd most likely take your leave.~~


**The get-your-sorry-butts-to-class bells rings opnce more through the halls of Seabrook high, and few last students slip into desks in thier classrooms. One of the latecomers is Lucas, more commonly called App. The teenage boy is tall and lanky, with black hair that indicates that he most likely just got out of bed. Glancing around him, he slips into the first desk available- the third in the first row. Apparently displeased by his sudden choice to sit in the front, he looks around him quickly for an escape desk to the back, but, seeing none, frowns and resigns himself to front-row seat. He goes to take out his English stuff from a raggy backpack, but doesn't. Why bother? He's done thing hundreds, literally, of times, and every time, the teachers make him answer the class's questions: ask-the-new-kid-a-bunch-of-crap-time. Fun fun.... In other words, no need for book yet.... So App slides back into his desk, assuming a slouching posture, and waits for Mrs. Wellard to get her class started.**



ooc: Wellar is just a radom throw-away character. You can RP her and whatever you want

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Kimarie is already sitting there, but she does not slouch like the person sitting next to her, she is leaned over a sketch book, her hands neatly gliding over the page drawing huge fantasies much like dragons and sketches as such. A smile spreads across her face as she adds another spike to hte dragon's tail and the gently curve of a wing.

It was pretty good. But then again, Kimarie's been sketching ever since she could remember. Classes drawled on by, but she had a few pages done at the end of every class. Giving her head a small shake, she looks up at the board. Teacher's late. Joy. With a small huff, she tapps the eraser end of her pencil on the desk before going back to her drawings; head filled with fantasies and.... magic tricks.

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**App glances over at the girl next to him. She looks nice enough. Maybe he'll say hi sometime. He's gotten into the habit of not making too many friends, but they've got four years. Usually, he can slip by as a high schooler for the entire time, which definitely helps his mental sanity. Back to the girl. She seems to be busy looking over something... Schoolwork? she must be crazy. Maybe he'd find someone else to hang out with.... The dragon's face catches his eye though. As. A drawer. Maybe they would get along.
and Mr.s wellard waddles up to board and begins shushing the class, he turns to Kimarie.** Hey. What's up? **Dumb question to ask, but it's better then 'Hey, what's your name?'**

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Kimarie blinked in surprise, then turned to face the speaker with a smile. She ignored Mrs. Wellard with a smile. It was beginning to be snowy, she's have a tough time calming the class down anyways.
"Nothing much." She smiled. Maybe this could be a friend to her. That would be a first. Kimarie didn't make many friends, they'd saunter off come to school all the time, and Kimarie would be in the clouds, skip school sometimes. Yeah. Maybe if she tried...
"Yourself?" She asked.

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Same old, same old. **Literally. App looks at her drawing again. They were pretty good. But she seemed pretty strange too. He looks up to the teacher just in time to hear her announce that "Since today is your last class before break, we'll have a free-period. So feel free to do what you like, but keep the chattering down." Perfect.
He grins at the girl next to him.** So, what's your name? **he thinks for a second, shifting through the thousands of experiences he's accumulated. Not that he's learned an incredible amount, but who cares? The most particular one comes up, and he hastily adds.** I'm App by the way. **Mostly because he's just remembered the last time he'd introduced himself, and had one of those short-term--memory loss moments, and forgotten his own name. He'd never talked to that other guy again...**

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Kimarie smiled. This kid seemed alright. She listened half openly as Mrs. Wellard speaks gibberish, but the class seemed to cheer and break into conversation, so Kimarie could only guess. Free period. Joyous!

It was nice to talk to someone for once. Most of the time Kimarie was alone, or talking to herself... alone. Or to her mum, siblings, and a few people. Simon was one.
She purposly leans over her sketch book, taking a slightly more relaxed position. "I'm Kimarie. Nice to meet ya App!"

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**App nods, and smiles.** Nice to meet ya. **He's about to go on, when Mrs. Wellard raises her voice.**

Alright class. I'll put a movie in for you. I have... um... **she looks into her closet, and pulls out three tapes.** The history of the English language... the life of Walt Whitman, and Fantasia. **She laughs good-naturedly as the class unanimously calls for Fantasia. She waddles over to the TV to stick the old tape in.**

**App groans. Loudly. The kid behind him kicks the back of his chair, hard, growling for him to shut up, unless he wanted them all to have to watch the history of america, or whatever. App doesn't bother looking back at the other boy. Instead he lowers himself in his chair and proceeds on to give the TV a killer stair. Of all the movies in the world, there's few he hates more then Fantasia. Truth be told, he'd rather watch a three-hour movie on the philosophy of calculus then that. App crosses his arms with anoyment and sighs, momentarily forgetting all about Kimarie besides him.**

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Kimarie smiles at App, then frowns as the teacher shuts off the lights and plugs in a movie. She sinks in her chair and flops her chin down roughly on her sketchbook with a heavy sigh. Tucking her chin in, her forehead thumps against the pretty dragon sketch.
"Ugh." She mutters to herself quietly. The lights would be off and therefore dark. No sketching here.... although, the music was pretty cool, and the pictures could be awesome.... half good? Half bad?

She flickered her eyes to App. He seemed even less impressed than she. She half smiles at her, hopefully, new friend.

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**App suddenly remembers the girl next to him, and turns to look at her. Hushed talking has already started throughout the class, though the teacher doesn't seem to care. She looks kinda annoyed to, so he ventures.** You ever seen Fantasia before? **In a whisper, leaning back on his chair.**

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Kimarie blinked and lifted her head off the table to look at App. She sighs, gives a 'flat' face and nods slowly.

"My mum likes it a lot. I've seen it so many times it's not even funny." She half smiles, answering in the same hushed tone.

"What about you?"

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**App nods and smiles, then makes a face as she asks.**
Once or twice.... it's all okay, I suppose.
**He tries to rationalize his answer. After all, saying you strongly despised a movie like that, after having only seen it once or twice really didn't make sense. He tries to save his comment, by adding a bit more.**
Like, some stuff is good, and nice.
**He bites his lip and looks as abstract figures dance across stage to Bach's Toccata and Fugue. He hasn't seen this movie lots, but her knows that next is the Nutcracker Suite, and then the dreaded one... that he doesn't even want to think about.**
Like this stuff, I mean
**He awkwardly motions to the TV with the dancing shapes.**
It's just some of the other... numbers I can't stand. Just too.. um....
**He can't say odd- after all, if there's an odd part in the movie, the dancing colors are it.**
Idunno.
**He resumes.**
I just don't like it.
**He nods to himself, trying to find comfort, and hoping that he won't have com off as too much of a freak. One thing's for sure, he'd come off as even more then one if he stayed and watched the one song....
Last time that had happened, his mind had gone back to the real thing, and he'd gone through it all again. Apparently what his body had done had been interpreted as a sort of seizure/subconscious mental breakdown. Needless to say, after that, no one wanted to hang around a kid who had fallen out of his desk and started writhing on the floor with his eyes rolled back into his head, and his mouth forming words that his voice didn't speak. He didn't blame them.
Biting his lip to wash the memories away, he swears to himself this time will be different. It will be. That's for sure.
But, because he has some doubts he'll be able to handle it anyways, he begins to think up of the best way to leave the class, for nine minutes...**

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Kimarie frowns. App seemed to be troubled about something, and she felt slightly worried. There were many kids nowadays that seemed to have... issues? With many things on many different accounts for many different reasons.

"Ahh."

She simply states, turning her gaze from him back to the moving screen. Sighing, she folded her arms on the desk, and set her chin in the middle of them. She glanced at App, he seemed to be in thought, maybe a worried thought? She sighed quietly, keeping an eye on him through the corner of her eyes.

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**App bites his lip, angry at himself. Way to mess that up.... he flips through the hundreds of memories and occasions that are cataloged in his brain, trying to figure out which would be best to save the situation. The best he can do it look over at Kimarie and grin, trying to let her know that he wasn't that messed up.**

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His grin made Kimarie laugh, and she tried to hold it back but she laughed anyways.

There was a loud shush from the back of the class, and Kimarie just managed to cover it all up with giggles. She smiled back at App, then glanced over her shoulder at the teacher. It seemed she wasn't paying attention. Good. Kimarie didn't want trouble. That seemed to happen all too often.

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**App sighed, and looked to the TV, though his eyes were really lingering on Kimarie. He liked her. Curious and fun, but accepting. And not too curious- so not too many questions. Good combo.
then, the movie continues, and the director starts announcing a new piece. One featuring Mickey Mouse, and a narrative song. something impalpable passes through App's features, and he whispers out of the side of his mouth.**
I'll be right back.
**Before getting up and walking over to the teachers desk. They hold a quick conversation. All the while, App's body reflects the true picture of impatience. His toes tap and he bites his lip. As Ms. Wellar hands him the pass, the grabs it out of her hand, and darts out of the room, as the first instruments begin the chorus of "The Sorcerers Apprentice"**