[RP] Chambers High: The New Class

[Celey_the_Ego]

Casey dropped his old portable CD player and headphones back at his dorm. He checked the arm that had fallen off yesterday. The stitches seemed to hold tight in place. Maybe he could do a light work-out later. He headed to the cafeteria and waited in line with his tray. He smiled a friendly smile at the lunch lady as he usually did. The lunch lady, as stoic as ever, dropped a spoonful of dirt and worms onto his tray. He quickly frowned, sighing.

He grumbled, somewhat inaudibly to himself, about how he wished he was alive again.

[Rekul]

Silvia set her tray down and slid into a seat across from a delicate looking girl draped with long white hair.
“Oh, I’m sorry, is anyone sitting here?”

[gundamzuki]

Tom snickered. "I get out when I can. The local AIW guys have my parents phone on speed dial I think. Can't go out without coming back to 'Tom, dear, you know you're not supposed to fly in the park. Mr. Eight sounded like he was getting tired of calling me.' I'm glad my parents are usually pretty cool with it." He finished off the mashed potatoes. "There's gotta be some cool Halloween pieces in those old costumes."

[Rekul]

He never watched the clock but Al always took his time eating so he knew that it had been a while. It wouldn’t be long before he had to start moving. He listened and ate, nodding and smiling with his mouth closed to let Tom know he was listening.
“I don’t think I have the eye for that sort of costume potential” he remarked when his mouth had be emptied again.
“Would any of the dancer be more adept?” Then the old rags could be put to use instead of lying folded in his trunk, neglected. Al momentarily wondered if his power made him mindful of inanimate object or if his mindfulness made his power possible. Either way… “Speaking of which, when is the newest performance?”

[Celey_the_Ego]

Casey sat down at a random table and set down his tray. He grabbed his spoon and shovelled the dirt and worms in. His taste buds being perfectly dead meant he didn't taste a thing. He didn't think he'd ever get used to eating dirt, though.

(ooc) The RP is crawling.... and it's not even up to a 100 pages yet.... //@.@\\' (ooc)

[gundamzuki]

Tom laughed. "I don't know about 'adept', but I can guarantee that if you so much as mention 'old costumes' to the rest of the squad, you'll have an attic full of squealing girls for at least the next week." He then groaned at the thought of 'newest performance' and its association with 'organize the dance'. "We're going to be putting on a show at the dance Saturday. I've got my routine laid out but getting the event itself organized isn't something I'm looking forwards to."

Sorry, I've been out of internet for the last couple weeks. I'm back now though.

[Rekul]

oc: I don’t want to leave your character in limbo Gundam so I think this is going to be my last post. .:bic:

“Heh, I see” He knew Tom would do a good job reasoning and negotiating with others in charge of the dance preparation. The event was in good hands.
Al began to set everything neatly and balanced back on his tray as he prepared to go. He had somewhere to get to before the lunch period ended.
“Well, I got to head off but good luck Tom”

oc: Thanks C: :bic: