A New Dawn A New Day...Mal tag Any

[Mal Harper]

[Character: Mallory Harper]
[Location: School Gym]

Again....Silver had infested Gould after being infested by rats. It was actually kind of funny when you thought about it. Silver was cursed or something. Mal snickered at the thought. Seriously....Silver and Gould should just merge permanaently. Might save a building some grief and some students from not knowing where to go or what to do. Mal decided to escape to the gym. She was not all about crowded halls and sharing lockers. Mal was content to hide until the bell rang. Sure it would make her late to class, but it beat being run over by a bunch of crazy kids who were already counting down the hours.

Mal pulled out a note book and just started to draw. She could do basics, but nothing big. It was just a way to calm her down and settle her nerves and her hands. Although it never helped. She was still a jittery as ever. Mal breifly thought of Tyler and his attempt at flirting. It was cute really, but Tyler not for her even if she was single. She and him just did not mix. Besides Mal was more then content with JJ. Just the thought brought a smile to her face.

Mal shook her head and smiled. She started to hum a song from the Sex Pistols, still shocked someone knew about the band. It was almost like the twlight zone or a case of the body snatchers. What a concept. Which reminded Mal of the cameras she placed around the school. She wondered what she would catch on the cameras. Sure it was an invasion of privacy, but these videos were for Mal's eyes only. Just something fun to do when bored. Mal could imagine all the laughs she would get out of it. Mal was sitting high up on the bleachers. She started laughing at the though when her sketch book fell off her lap through the railing and down to the floor. On the way down the book had hit someone on the head. Mal looked down at whose head it was, "Sorry...my book has a mind of its own. I swear it jumped. Suicidal I think."

[Wynn Sumner]

Wynn had weaved in and out of the foot traffic that once again filled the halls of Gould. Seems that rats infested Silver. Baby Jane would have a fun time teasing Blanche about that.

He sat on the floor with his sketch pad in his hand, drawing people in the halls, one odd person in roller skates trying to avoid slamming into people. That made him shake his head. He figured no one would mind being drawn as long as they didn't suspect it was them. He continued working here and there, adding shadows where it seemed right.

He started to dig through his bag to find an eraser when something hit him on the head. He winced slightly then looked at the book, the art work wasn't that bad, then he heard the voice call down to him.

"Sorry...my book has a mind of its own. I swear it jumped. Suicidal I think."

"What was this the bunny suicides?" He smiled. He packed his stuff up and climbed the bleachers to where the girl was sitting. "I would have thrown this up here but I don't have a pitcher's arm plus with my luck I'd end up hitting someone bigger and I don't feel like getting pounded into the ground today."

[Mal Harper]

Mal smiled at the boy. He was defiantly a Silver kid. Mal knew almost all the Gould kids by sight. Not because she was good, but she had been going to this school for three freak in years, so either this kid was new or a Silver kid. At this moment Mal put her money on him being a Silver kid. Mal laughed when he joined her on the bleachers. "My pitcher arm would be too god and odds are I would over throw it and it would end up some where I would never get it back from. Or if you did throw it back up I would have missed it and it would have just fallen back and hit you on the head again. Either move is not a good one, so I'm am quite thankful you are handing it to me." She smiled and took the sketch pad.

"Don't not mind the badness. I am better with a lens and video camera then a pencil, but I do try. It helps when making music videos thought." She could draw frame by frame so she could set it up to music. What lyrics she wanted to be playing when a certain video popped up. It seemed complicated but she was use to it.

"SO feel free to have a seat and hide from the mob as I like to call them. All they need are a bunch of torches and axes and we can pretend this is Frankenstein." Mal laughed and smiled, "Hi I am Mal...what Silver kid do I have the pleasure of meet and hitting." She asked with her smile getting wider.

[Wynn Sumner]

"No problem, the worst of it would have been trying to throw it back up here and it spontaneously exploded sending papers everywhere." Wynn replied handing the sketch pad over to the girl, without peeking at it. After all it was private property, so to speak.

She was an artist as well, even though she worked in a different area. "I guess I'm different that way, give me a pencil and a pad and I'm in my own world. Guess it helps to have a father who works on animation." He cringed, did that sound like bragging? He hadn't meant to sound like he was. Even though he was struck with an idea.

"Its that apparent I'm from Silver?" He grinned at her before looking over the crowd. "I didn't think about that, but you're right, it is like a scene from 'Frankenstein' all thats missing is the hunchbacked assistant." he laughed at the idea. "I'm Wynn," he offered his name after she had given hers. "Don't worry about hitting me like you did, I've gotten hit harder before." He said thinking about how Haley had slapped him a good one on Saturday night.

[Mal Harper]

Mal smiled, "Almost like the exploding cake..." she cleared her throat, "There is a You Tube video of a cake exploding at someone's birthday party." Mal said even though she already knew about it because she filmed it but still. It was under her pen name...Princess Pop so no one knew who posted the video except her and her friends. Yes she was aware the name she used was the one Patch gave her. She could not help it. it was the easiest way to get away with the films she put up on You Tube.

"Nice to meet you Wynn." She said thankful he had no looked although Mal did not mind if he had. She liked to share. She back tracked a moment in her mind when he said his father did animation, "What has your father done?" She wondered. Anything that had to do with art was okay in her book. Art was art. No matter what form. Just a creative way of expressing ones self. "I get like that in my room when I am putting videos together. My parents know not to bother me when my red light is on."

Mal looked around, "You just looked lost. Anyone from Gould would know where they were going, but you were looking like kid who could not find mommy at an amusement park. Then again I could just say it was a guess. Which is true to." Mal mean no offense by the lost child comment. Sometimes she could lack social graces she hoped he did not take offense. "So you have been hit huh...was it in a fight and did you win?" Mal asked curious, "As far as the hunch back. You don't have to look far, I am sure Patch is around here some where."