«We Could Be Legends»

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram was silent, casting a glance at her, before quickly looking back at the road. His foot pressed on the has hard, throwing caution to the wind. Though he acted as if it was completely normal, like he had always done it. He slammed on the brake suddenly as he slid the car into the parking lot of the school, tires screeching as they skidded to a halt. "There." He stated simply, a hand turning the radio off. "Be careful, alright?"

"Pffft, as if." Bleddyn threw him one last challenging glare before flinging open the car door. After she jumped out, she tossed a fiery parting over her shoulder without looking back. "But, just for you, I'll try not to break too many noses."

Bleddyn then took off, her hopelessly tangled hair being tortured even further as she raced for the school’s entrance. Upon coming to the main set of glass doors, she slipped in and set off down one of the many endless halls. It was completely devoid of students, informing her of what class she should probably grace with her presence.
I’m obviously way too late for homeroom…so…next…math…
Again, she slipped into a strictly forbidden run and made her way down the silent corridor of lockers.
Bare heels screeching conflict with the tile flooring, she came to a halt and burst into her designated class.
”I am definitely not late," she trumpeted to the whole room. She took her time in sauntering to an unoccupied desk, completely unbothered by the consequences her excessive tardiness would reap. Everyone else who'd come from the Davis' place had somehow beat her here. Looks like I'll have to pick some fights later for considerately being left behind.
Once she’d sat down and callously arranged her blistered feet on her desk, the lack of an adult present hit her for the first time. “Where’s Teach?”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Sighing, Wolfram watched the blonde teenager bolt into school. His phone rang obnoxiously in his pocket. Hissing, he pulled out his phone, answering it. "Hello?!" He snarled, seething with anger. "Dude, are you coming into work or not? We need you!" He quickly reconized the voice on the other end, and let out a sigh. "I can't work today, Rose. I have a lot of stuff going on right now..." He replied dully.
"*sigh* Alright...you have to come in tomarrow though."
"I'll do my best." He muttered, hanging the phone up. "Guess I should go back to Jessi's and see how everyone is..." Pulling out of the driveway, he turned the music up, letting the noise drown out his thoughts as he accelerated down the road.
Exept for Brisa. He couldn't shake her words out of his head. He couldn't understand why she cared. He had been nothing but rude toward her. Slamming on the gas, not even caring if anyone saw how fast he was going. Minutes later he slowed, pulling into the Davis' driveway. He pulling the keys out, getting out of the car, sighing. He walked inside, and was met by the high-pitched yapping of Scorch, and Peterson's low, hound-like barks. "Hi to you to."

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Pffft, as if." Bleddyn threw him one last challenging glare before flinging open the car door. After she jumped out, she tossed a fiery parting over her shoulder without looking back. "But, just for you, I'll try not to break too many noses."

Bleddyn then took off, her hopelessly tangled hair being tortured even further as she raced for the school’s entrance. Upon coming to the main set of glass doors, she slipped in and set off down one of the many endless halls. It was completely devoid of students, informing her of what class she should probably grace with her presence.
I’m obviously way too late for homeroom…so…next…math…
Again, she slipped into a strictly forbidden run and made her way down the silent corridor of lockers.
Bare heels screeching conflict with the tile flooring, she came to a halt and burst into her designated class.
”I am definitely not late," she trumpeted to the whole room. She took her time in sauntering to an unoccupied desk, completely unbothered by the consequences her excessive tardiness would reap. Everyone else who'd come from the Davis' place had somehow beat her here. Looks like I'll have to pick some fights later for considerately being left behind.
Once she’d sat down and callously arranged her blistered feet on her desk, the lack of an adult present hit her for the first time. “Where’s Teach?”

Peter, who had been staring at his desk absentmindedly, was thrown back into reality at the sound of Bleddyn's voice. Ah, frick. I know her. He looked up, blinking as he tried to refocus his eyes. He never really paid attention to the other kids in class, or to class in general, so had practically forgotten that these people even went to the same school as him.

 

[Thing2]

(if anyone wants to jump in, feel free to do so.)
Yris woke up in her petite dormitory, nudged in one of the far corners of school property, where no student ventured, save the adventurous ones who were intrigued by the vast and mostly deserted east wing. The room was barren and monotone, the walls flaking with the years of the room's vacancy, sporting a muddy brown coat of paint; the floorboards seemed to be able to give in at any moment, weighed down by the thousands of feet that had walked upon them in the past, resulting in some warped wood pieces throughout the room, as well as a dull creak when one walked.

While her living conditions were perhaps not ideal to most: not being able to return home to a truly warm abode, warmed by the inhabitant's family and friends as well as a genuine heater. But the confinement she found herself in drew no complaints from her - she was safe. There were no alcoholics bellowing or threatening her in her innocence, there was no worry from not being fed once more, and no emotional instability. It was she provided the light in the room, the energy of the small confinement. The walls were barren, the bed rather barebones, and the floors stripped, yet the room was beautiful. One soul illuminated the place, peculiarly enough, giving life to the dead.

As she jumped out of bed, she headed to the bathroom to get ready, putting on some somewhat antiquated hard rock to wake herself up, humming along to the tune, as the water fell on her face in patters, awaking her in a second sense as she showered. Once the water ceased, she headed to her sink, brushing her teeth, before eyeing her makeup hesitantly...it was the first day of school...but there wasn't enough. She would save it yet another day, as she had done for months now, awaiting for the arrival of another important, truly special, event. Not that she was a makeup type of girl anyway, but the notion of putting something more than just lotion on her face oddly intrigued her. In a sort of finale to her otherwise normal morning routine, she put on some clothes, opting for a cozy knitted turquoise sweater and some skinny jeans, which had a specific cut-out for her bushy fox tail. As she finally deserted her room, only after grabbing her backpack and one of her many scarves, she wondered over the phenomenon that haunted her every morning: "Why am I this way, why me of all people?" That topic would linger within her for the two minutes or so before it took to reach the portion of the school where she might actually witness other students and not simply faculty, when it faded away as she reminded herself that she was not alone. Well, she was surrounded by other loners, so was she truly together, the opposite of alone?

Yris headed into algebra 2, sporting a smile and a friendly wave to the teacher as she took a seat.

(sry for the short post, wanted to get both of them started before I started the day, be back later)
Virio gave his foster father the same handshake he did every morning, a stoic, simple, and perhaps more masculine method to show their appreciation for each other. As Virio headed down the sidewalk, clad in a Metallica hoodie with black joggers to mach, contrasting it with some greyish-blue sneakers.

Spoiler: Hoodie

https://www.grailed.com/listings/13...-metallica-ride-the-lightning-pullover-hoodie

As the teenager disappeared from his sight, Sebastian muttered with a genuine care, "He needs someone. I'm not enough." It was true. Virio had done everything with him, trained, played soccer, football, basketball, the first two of which he could probably attempt to play professionally given his skill level, watched sports together, built and repaired things. He had even taught him how to drink, albeit responsibly. Ok, perhaps there were things that he should've focused on over other things, like cooking, but it was all in the pasts, and there were few regrets for either of the two. But he needed someone else. Someone who would be there once he was gone. A friend, a lover, someone.

Virio entered the school, quickly locating the room he was to be in, and entered it, finding an empty seat towards the middle of the room, grabbing his respective books before laying back in his seat to await the commence of class.

"Pffft, as if." Bleddyn threw him one last challenging glare before flinging open the car door. After she jumped out, she tossed a fiery parting over her shoulder without looking back. "But, just for you, I'll try not to break too many noses."

Bleddyn then took off, her hopelessly tangled hair being tortured even further as she raced for the school’s entrance. Upon coming to the main set of glass doors, she slipped in and set off down one of the many endless halls. It was completely devoid of students, informing her of what class she should probably grace with her presence.
I’m obviously way too late for homeroom…so…next…math…
Again, she slipped into a strictly forbidden run and made her way down the silent corridor of lockers.
Bare heels screeching conflict with the tile flooring, she came to a halt and burst into her designated class.
”I am definitely not late," she trumpeted to the whole room. She took her time in sauntering to an unoccupied desk, completely unbothered by the consequences her excessive tardiness would reap. Everyone else who'd come from the Davis' place had somehow beat her here. Looks like I'll have to pick some fights later for considerately being left behind.
Once she’d sat down and callously arranged her blistered feet on her desk, the lack of an adult present hit her for the first time. “Where’s Teach?”

Brisa watched as Yris came in, and she waved to her, smiling. Then that tall, very serious guy that she knew absolutely nothing about came in, taking a seat a few rows ahead of her. What was his name again? Your brain is useless, Brisa. She told herself, shaking her head a little at her forgetfulness. Then Bleddyn swept loudly in and distracted her, plunking down into a nearby seat. “I have no idea. She’s been gone for a while, from what I’ve heard.” She answered, gesturing around her at the chattering kids.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram almost tripped over Scorch, the small dog running circles around his feet. "I'm not that interesting, Scorch." He snorted, sinking onto the couch next to Camilla. He glanced at the red head girl, still curled up. He sighed softly, brow furrowed concern. Pulling the hold of his sweatshirt over his bruised face, he just stared at the ground, deep in thought and trying to stay unnoticed.

 

[Amer]

Sherri settled into her Social Studies class, surprised at Zion's absence. She wouldn't have noticed, but for the fact he was a fellow kidnappee. Kidnappee, was that even a word? Sounded like some kind of a soft drink.
She opened her laptop and set it on her lap, the heavy cuff on her wrist clicking on the keys heavily, making her have to delete the extra 'c's and 'v's in her school username. She eventually reverted to the peck and type method.
Her friend, Brigitte leaned over with a chuckle. "Interesting choice of jewelry."
Sherri bit her lip. Should she explain what had happened to her to anyone, even her closest friends?
Normally she told her peers every detail of her weekend, like it was some famous worldwide tour, but today she found she had nothing to say.
She realized Brigitte was expectantly waiting for a reply, so Sherri begrudgingly replied: "Yeah, found it," she said with a joking voice.
She stared absently at the home screen, a swirly blue.
A large, red faced man walked slowly into the classroom.
"Welcome, young adults!" Mr. Roesen gave his customary greeting in a fat, loud, voice. Sherri sighed and slumped in her desk...

 

[Rose Quartz]

Wolfram almost tripped over Scorch, the small dog running circles around his feet. "I'm not that interesting, Scorch." He snorted, sinking onto the couch next to Camilla. He glanced at the red head girl, still curled up. He sighed softly, brow furrowed concern. Pulling the hold of his sweatshirt over his bruised face, he just stared at the ground, deep in thought and trying to stay unnoticed.

After a long time of sitting silently Alice looked over at Wolfram. "What do you think we should do?" she asked quietly. "They're not going to stop until they get it. The longer we wait, the more people who will be in danger. Do you think we should go to the bank ourselves and try to get it?"

 

[Rose Quartz]

Brisa watched as Yris came in, and she waved to her, smiling. Then that tall, very serious guy that she knew absolutely nothing about came in, taking a seat a few rows ahead of her. What was his name again? Your brain is useless, Brisa. She told herself, shaking her head a little at her forgetfulness. Then Bleddyn swept loudly in and distracted her, plunking down into a nearby seat. “I have no idea. She’s been gone for a while, from what I’ve heard.” She answered, gesturing around her at the chattering kids.

A tall man walked through the door carrying a starbucks coffee, he was dressed in a blue button down dress shirt and khaki pants. His hair, a dark brown streaked with grey at the temples was plastered against his skull with too much product. "GOOD MORNING CLASS!" He bellowed over the chatter. The students quieted significantly though there was still audible conversation. "My name is Mr. Hanson! I'm your substitute...." He glanced down at a clipboard on the desk. "Math teacher for today." A grimace crossed his face and he turned to the board scribbling his name across the top as well as the date. "Open your text books uhh, or, digital, text books... to the last page you were working on, and do the next 5 pages before the end of class." He said then promptly sat down at the desk putting his feet up on the tabletop and sipped his cup of coffee, pulling a phone from his pocket and tapping on the screen.

 

[RiverStorm]

Alice rolled her eyes and nodded, "Yeah."

She crawled across the air mattress and sat down on the floor next to Camilla, gently pushing hair back that had fallen across her face. Maybe it was best she stay asleep, she thought, just as Wolframs phone came flying over toward them. She grabbed at it but ended up batting it to the floor. oops. She looked up at him and shrugged, it was his own fault for trying to hit Camilla with his phone. Though maybe he had more on his mind, and just hadn't noticed her there.

Camilla shuddered slightly as warm fingers brushed against her freezing cold skin, a cold draft floating around them as her icy powers flared subconsciously. Argh... Few more minutes, Mom... I don't want to... Go to school yet...

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

After a long time of sitting silently Alice looked over at Wolfram. "What do you think we should do?" she asked quietly. "They're not going to stop until they get it. The longer we wait, the more people who will be in danger. Do you think we should go to the bank ourselves and try to get it?"

Wolfram flinched as she spoke, looking up sharply as if he had been shaken out of intense thought. Finding the source of the voice, he settled his wild blue gaze of the short haired teenager. "Um...what?" His mind failed him for a heartbeat, his gaze confused. "Oh! Uh...yes. We should. Once Mapleshade knows its not in moms apartment, she'll look anywhere for it. Threaten as many people as she needs to. It would be our best bet to get it, I think..."