Marvelous. Jess told me to expect you.
The RP has started... if you would like to join, feel free for the first few days. Raven and Archaeobabe, I hope you come. I would love to write with you again.
Scene One
At two fifteen PM on an otherwise ordinary Tuesday, the school bell rang out, freeing the hundreds of students within from their lessons. As the swell of students spilled out onto the concrete walk ways, a great many of them began to follow the walkway to a busy street in front of the school. There was a bus stop that could transport one home as well as several fast food joints for a quick bite to eat. There was another business slowly being brought online over the past few weeks- a stand alone lot where the old gym had once been. The tired building had been given a complete make over, right down to the lighted business board that read 'The Sharing: Lock - in Pool party tonight'.
An extremely tall young man at 6', Damien, hustled at the start of the mill of students, ignoring them for the most part. Beside Damien, Brit, was trying to recall if the registration for the Health class taught at the local collage (with a waiver, likely obtained by his father) was starting tomorrow after school or the following Wednesday.
An extremely short student suddenly shoved Damien aside, laughing as he cut in front of Damien to run up the sidewalk. In his wake, two more students jostled Damien and Brit aside as they chased after the other.
Just behind Damien and Brit, two young women were walking together, discussing the upcoming project for AP History. They had been given a brief write up of a 1500 word essay assignment that day in class:
The purpose of the AP World History course is to develop greater understanding of the evolution of global processes and contacts, in interaction with different types of human societies. This understanding is advanced through a combination of selective factual knowledge and appropriate analytical skills. For the purpose of this assignment, use your knowledge of the past world wars outcomes (including action by such organizations as the UN) to propose a working outcome for the departure of foriegn forces from Iraq'.
The two young women, Kasey and Torrence, thought the assignment had seemed a bit daunting in class.
Just a few steps behind them a spectacular being also was walking- perhaps she intended to catch up to the girls to join in on the conversation.
Eddie, a wheelchair bound young man, was playing it cool a few feet behind Alice. Perhaps he was hoping to have a chance to finally speak to Alice and broach the topic that had been burning in his mind. Nearby was another young man named Reece, who was perhaps heading over to the Sharing to volunteer to set up for the Lock in.
Whatever was currently on their minds was briefly interrupted when a display of violence that unfurled with startling speed. the two larger boys that had shoved past Damien and Brit had caught the smaller teen and flung him to the black top of the Sharing parking lot. Laughing cruelly, they repeatedly knocked the smaller boy over as he tried to stand back up.
Humiliated, the boy repeatedly shouted. "Come on, Mike! Quit it!"
"Quit it!" The larger boy- easily a foot taller than the smaller boy's 5 ft- and much more muscular - mocked. The second boy crowed with laughter and then stomped his athletic shoe down on the smaller boy's hand. The boy gave a cry of pain, cupping his hand to his chest. he glared at the two with impotent rage as the two bullies closed in on him.
"Hey, now!"
A fourth voice- much deeper and older- cut across the parking lot, attached to the fit older man jogging across the parking lot. The man approached the smaller boy and helped him to his feet, glaring at the two bullies all the while.
"You two clear out!" He demanded curtly. "Don't even think of coming to the lock in tonight, Mike."
Reece and any one who kept up with volunteering immediately recognize this man as Greg Rady, a man who was the driving force behind many fund raisers.
"Aww Greg, come on-"
"No." The man cut across him. "I'm very disappointed in you. You get on out of here before I think to mention this to Julie."
Scowling, the two bullies mutter as they move away from the scene.
"I think we'll let this slip to Julie, any way."'Greg' said to the smaller boy, who grinned desprite his humiliation.
"She'll be at the Lock in."
The boy's face suddenly clouded. "That's tonight? I can't come."
"Why's that, Branden?"
"Uh... there's some stuff at home..."
The older man's face softened with understanding.
"Well, I hope you reconsider. I was just coming out to add that the lock in is free to whoever registers n the next hour."
"Oh, really?" Branden's face lit up.
"Really." Greg looked past Branden to those who were watching. "How about it? Free pool and Panda Inn is catering. We have a sheet of sponsors within - for every hour you stay up, its five dollars towards impoverished school students. Hey, Reece-" Greg stepped closer, grinning broadly. "I'm surprised that you and your friends haven't signed up already."
