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| Chapter 1: An Ominous Advent. Posted by Retro DM. | Group: 0 |
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The school year is coming to an end, and the energy of the students at Gridley High is palpable. Most are preparing for finals, doing their best to refresh a year's worth of knowledge in various subjects, writing ten-page essays, and even making final compositions for art and music. It's been a quiet if frenetic week, and the rising heat of the oncoming California summer is just starting to creep into the air. The final bell rings, and the kids rush out the door, as they usually do on a Friday, to head to their buses and take the somewhat relaxing ride home for the weekend. Bus fourteen, which takes the route that lands closest to the edge of town, sits in idle as Frank, the middle aged driver, awaits for the seats to fill. One by one, the students pile in, taking their regular seats and discussing the happenings of the day, and weekend plans. It is here that the tale begins. | |||
He swung himself up the bus on the handrail, whistling with his book-bag over one shoulder, his battered old board strapped to it. A few 'hellos' followed and a wink and hi-five at one or two others before he grabbed a seat about middle of the row by the back and sorta propelled himself into it against the window with an audible thump. And there the tall, lean alley-cat of a teenager slowly unfolded himself, blowing a looooooong sigh as he rested his head against the window. The flannel shirt he wore today was battered enough that he'd just up and cut the sleeves off, and the black teeshirt stopped midway up his upper arm. There was a slight rip in his jeans just above the left knee currently drawn close up against his chest, and the sunglasses he flicked down over his eyes let him take a few seconds to close them without feeling like he was ignoring everyone around him. Rude, that. Just a few seconds. Juuuuuuust a few. He wouldn't fall asleep. Promise. This message was last edited by the player at 04:35, Wed 27 Mar 2019. | |||
It wasn't the math itself, more the timing. After seven frantic hours of school on one side of the class, and the promise of the weekend on the other, there was little room in her heart for integrals. July tried to focus--her impending freedom was simply too powerful to resist. The minute hand barely seemed to move between her impatient glances. The hour might as well have been an epoch. Finally, finally, the bell cut short Mr. Blackwing's lecture. July was on her feet before it finished, packing her abandoned notes and textbook into a faded pink bag. She was the first out the door, thoughts of war crimes light years away. The weekend was here, and all was well with the world. It had been a few months since July had last taken the bus, but with Noel home sick, it had been that or walk. The bus was cramped and uncomfortably warm, but it was also a hell of a lot quicker. July boarded with a bright smile and hello for Frank, before blue eyes scoured the rows for a spot. Most of the seats were filled, and July made her way down the aisle, pausing to exchange hellos with friends. She'd almost swung into one of the few empty remaining spots when she caught sight of a familiar flannel shirt and its owner. Checkered vans squeaked against the floor as she redirected course to Garrett's row. "Hey stranger!" July chirped, shrugging her bag off her shoulders and dropping onto the seat. She'd pinned her darker hair up into twin buns, leaving pale blonde bangs loose about her freckled face. A sleeveless white top peeked out from beneath overall shorts that would have hit much closer to mid thigh if she'd been a few inches shorter. The green flannel she'd | |||
This is fine. This is all fine. He straightened-ish to bring himself a little more even with his seatmate and popped his shades down just slightly with that tired sort of smile he'd get when he was about to pass out on the hanging loveseat on her porch or one of Noel's basement beanbag chairs. Then it became a half-grin. "I am the welcome-diplomat of freedom. Guarantor of weekends. Burdened with frightening purpose." Two hands laced fingers across his right knee to pull it up towards his chest. "So level with me: did Mr. Blackwing violate the Nuremberg conventions? Need we concern ourselves with sanctions. Or has the UN failed." He fixed her with a deadpan, brown-eyed stare. "Jules. Is it time for the Glorious Revolution." This message was last edited by the player at 14:05, Wed 27 Mar 2019. | |||
So, shop aside, Jason was quite happy for the week to be over. As he walked down the hall to head to the bus, he fit the headphones of his CD player on and hit play on his custom burned CD. Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Guns & Roses, Alice in Chains, Iron Maiden, the good stuff. He could only fit thirteen songs on the CD, but it was more than enough for the ride home. He stepped onto the bus, waving to only a few people as he listened to the jams. He spotted Garret and July together, half smiling as he took the empty seat behind them. He pushed his headphones back, since talking with them on wasn't really possible. "Hey guys. Anything cool happening this weekend?" |
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