"Look at you, in cliche wall pose number three. It's enough to make a girl sick." Aimee Kowalski had rounded the corner just as Dustin had considered leaving - after all, he wasn't so desperate as to wait around forever (in fact, he wasn't desperate at all, but that was neither here nor t...

((Sorry for holding the thread up.)) Thankfully, the note made a relatively safe journey to Aimee. She looked at it and seemed to snort quietly, the derisive emptying of the sinuses immediately followed by a surreptitious glance in his direction. He flashed a sly smile as she turned back to the note...

Dustin watched as first Harold, and then Aimee, questioned Mr. Howard's employment of the term "eleutherea". Mr. Howard's bristly response to Harold had set off warning bells in Dustin's head, but the teacher had let him off the hook, relatively speaking. It didn't help that while the subj...

A second bell chimed through the hallways, the final tolling for those still scampering to class. Dustin leaned back in his chair, watching the final few stragglers spill in while Mr. Howard shot them angry glances, as if they'd just kicked his azalea garden around. Then, he walked up to the front o...

((Dustin Royal continued from Looking for 'Company' )) Dustin Royal strolled into the poky room in the Language Arts Wing, taking up his prime position in the middle of the row on the far side of the classroom, one positioned right next to a window that looked right out on the main field. Dustin had...

((OOC: Right, let's GTFO of this classroom. http://z6.ifrm.com/static/emo/7.png )) "You boys staying in here, or can I lock the door?" Imraan and Tristan obliged and left, saying some vacuous final words and giving empty congratulations to Rachel as they did so. The room empty, Rachel glan...

((OOC: Sorry about the delays. Real life intervenes.)) The hubbub after the prayer was negligible, at best. Imraan mentioned something about meeting up with Rachel later to go over the "church idea", and Tristan backed him up. Great, she thought snidely, they want to help. Isn't that just ...

"Well, if nobody else wants to vote, I reckon that we can call it at that. Congratulations Rachel. I always knew that you would do it." Robert drew the election to a close, breaking the silence that had followed Maddy's final vote. The second vote had gone overwhelmingly in Rachel's favou...

Rachel stepped back, smiling cordially. Her mind, however, was anything but cordial, a whir of anger and smug satisfaction. She had gotten the situation under control, and her assertive behavior would probably be more than enough to remind everyone that, even with elections going, she still was, and...

((OOC: Sorry for the late reply. Real life intervenes.)) The election (Rachel said election, she meant reaffirmation of her position as President) started out well, with Bobby casually announcing his support for Rachel. One. Things were looking good. Then Maddy Stone entered the room, and everything...

Tiffany hadn't been expecting such a... forward question. Rachel smiled - the girl thought she'd bought herself a reprieve with the kind words, but Rachel wasn't one to let an opportunity to ask about Peter slide. Rachel knew the boy didn't like her, and she wasn't exactly enamoured to Peter either....

Rachel nearly fell out of her chair as Tiffany burst in, screaming "HIIIIIII!" at the top of her lungs. Rachel wasn't a fan of Tiffany's too-happy-to-be-true routine, and the girl wasn't exactly well-off, but Rachel was the first to admit that she wasn't bad company when nobody turned up t...

Cli-click. Rachel Gettys pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the dark room. Room A12, located in a dark recess of the Language and Arts Wing, had been the unofficial home of GODspeed Christian Club for one year and five months now - Rachel knew, she helped found the group. She walked...

((OOC: This is becoming more and more commonplace for me, but sorry about the delay. Uni and swine flu have distracted me. If I am interrupting the post order, however, that's my mistake.)) Roland seemed a bit downhearted by Max's admission, but everyone in school knew what Furkert was like, and Max...

((OOC: Sorry about the wait here. http://z6.ifrm.com/static/emo/1.png )) "WHAT?! Oh, jeez Roland, don't sneak up on me like that." Max had zoned out at about the time Abigail revealed the results, and while he was happy that his team had won, he couldn't help but be dissatisfied at the way...