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Post by ryoames on Oct 1, 2009 3:22:48 GMT -5
The atmosphere at Gould was somber but the lingering sadness that seem to seep through the halls was toxic. Ryo had wanted to run out the doors and into the street. It was worst than she'd anticipated when she'd come in the day after the memorial for the students/teachers that were killed. People seem to be in a daze but it felt like a horrible nightmare to many. A girl she passed by began to cry as another girl beside held her. Had she lost someone during the gun fight? Ryo sighed, turning down the hall towards her locker, she needed a book from her locker and hopefully it would be less crowded. A few of her friends had decided to skip but both she and Dacian had chosen to stay.
Instead of usual get-up, Ryo had worn torn jeans and a pair of old chucks. They had been taped in the front to keep them together and decorated with stencils and pins. It looked like a child had gotten a hold of them. A single black shirt was worn underneath a black hoodie also adorn with pins serving as buttons. Instead of curls she'd kept it down which at times bothered her. Ryo felt naked but the strength to wake up early wasn't there. Dacian had finally come to school but he hadn't said much. The feelings of the student body told him everything he needed to know. Their parents were a little reluctant to let them go to school but it wasn't like she wanted to attend another school. Everyone she'd grown up with were going here.
Ryo closed and locked the locker, zipping up her backpack, as she walked away, looking down, a cigarette was on her mind. It was always on her mind. She'd already spent about twenty dollars this week alone from her money jar on two packs. The supplier's tip was a lot larger than normal. Gas was becoming a lot more expensive these days. Just as she turned the corner, Ryo didn't notice the person turning as well, "Shit-" She cried out, her shoulder collieding with theirs, "Dude, I'm sorry," her brown eyes looked up at other.
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Post by Evan Hughes on Oct 1, 2009 6:01:43 GMT -5
“In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight. In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion...ow that really hurt.” Evan grimaced, holding his thumb up to his mouth, having stabbed it on something sharp as he rummaged through his bag, attempting to find the bag of chips he thought he put in there a few days ago. It really should teach him to stop in the future and actually look, not just keep walking and blindly shove his hand around the bag, not with all the miscellaneous junk that often found its way into his satchel. But he wouldn’t, too much effort, that was.
He was making his way to his locker, his head full of all kinds of plans. Maybe not smart ones, but they were entertaining, and if he had to pick, he would much rather be amusing than smart. Because you could learn stuff from books any day, but being entertaining was a gift, he figured. It had been a week since the shootings, but Gould still seemed to be under some sort of shadow. It was completely understandable, everyone knew someone who had been hurt or killed. But Evan thought that what everyone needed was cheering up. Not that he wanted to make light of what had happened, far from it. But he thought everyone could use something cheery for once. And so, that called for plans. He already had a favourite in mind. He would have to speak to his fellow co-conspirators, but he had lined things up so that given a couple of hours notice, they would have what they needed to have some barnyard fun.
“Where was I. Oh, in the jungle, the might jungle, the lion sleeps tonight. In the jungle, the...” Evan was stopped short once more, a shoulder barge enough to make him stop singing. Something which some of those around would surely be thankful for. “Hey, no problem. I can be sneaky, sneaky at times.” he chuckled, squinting playfully at the girl as he tried to remember her name. He was so bad with names. “Ryo, right?”
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Post by ryoames on Oct 4, 2009 7:55:55 GMT -5
The shoulder barge had woken her up from the daze and she'd raised a brow at the singing, "Yeah-" she raised a brow, though a small smile crept across her face, "Evan Hughes, right? Sneaky...I'd have to disagree with that more like distracted by the musical number from the Beach Boys. Bold choice I must say." Did they have a class together? Ryo didn't know but she'd seen him around and this was the first time they'd spoken to each other.
The song was a classic but his own singing was less than desirable but who was she to judge? Certainly not any of the American Idol judges...the thought of them caused her to scowl. Who could care to watch such a degrading show! A lot of the people on there had a lot of talent and because they could only use a "few" good canadaties they barely saw any of the new talents of tomorrow. America had a really poor way to entertain themselves lately. That also applied to reality shows which bothered the hell out of Ryo. It wasn't reality nor was it entertaining to watch. What had happened to shows like Pete and Pete; Clarissa explains it all; or Hey Dude? Or course those shows weren't to much a part of her own childhood but she'd had friends with older siblings. They'd let them borrow the vhs tapes to watch on Saturday mornings.
Ryo quickly removed those thoughts from her head as she looked up at the boy. He looked like a typical "emo" boy but than she'd be labeling him. Most people called her a drape or wanna-be vintage girl not knowing that she lived the lifestyle that on Sundays she cooked through the whole day; Breakfast; Lunch; and Dinner. Mr. Ames liked to point out, away from his wife, that his daughter was the better cook. "Your a junior, right?" It was better to ask than assume.
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Post by Evan Hughes on Oct 5, 2009 3:50:49 GMT -5
“Bold? Uh, dunno about that. Just wait until I break out into a bit of Celine or Britney, then you can tell me if you think that’s bold.” Evan grinned teasingly. He may not mind singing loudly, letting everyone hear his talent, or to phrase it more correctly, his lack of talent. But he would never lower himself so low as to sing such sickening songs. Unless it was a dare or something. He would do almost anything for a dare. Or to impress a girl. But seeing how he already had a hot, cool girlfriend, he had no reason to impress any other girls, so he would now only do practically anything for a dare. Couldn’t knock back a dare after all, he had a reputation to think about. Even if he was well aware the reputation was mainly in his head.
She knew his full name though, while he only knew half of hers, so she was one up on him. He wondered how she knew, trying to remember if they had any classes together. Or it could simply be that she was a friend of Brittany’s, or a friend of another friend, and he didn’t know it. Or that he was a loudmouth, so everyone knew he was to a degree. He supposed that sounded reasonable. And made him grin. There were worse things to be known as than a loudmouth. Especially if it was true, in his case.
And then her next question put his mind at ease wondering about the classes. “Yep, I’m a junior. Everyone here is graced with my presence a while longer yet.” he laughed. “Lucky everyone. You too, junior right?” he guessed. “Are you alright? Me and my guns didn’t damage you too much?” Evan smirked, holding up his arm in a display of not very obvious muscles.
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Post by ryoames on Oct 5, 2009 21:37:00 GMT -5
Ryo stepped back, a little unsure of what she'd just opened up right now, "If you were to sing either of those harpies songs I'm afraid I don't know what I do. It might be funny or rather painful for either parties. In the Jungle is okay for now." It wasn't that she didn't like Celine Dion, she did have a few good songs, but Britney Spears was another ball park there. The songs just spewed out verbal diarreha on love and having fun. Wanda Jackson had accomplished that years ago and no one praised her. She was a woman on the forefront of her career and people couldn't deal with that. Oh how Ryo loved living in this era just for that the fact that women were slightly more important.
"Guilty as charge," Ryo replied, when he'd asked her if she herself was a junior, "Though I wouldn't mind graduating this year but not evil genius enough to accomplish that." She'd known of him from a friend of hers that seemed to be connected to him. "What?" She'd laughed out loud, amused, "I think I'm fine those noodle strings didn't do to much damage though my ego is a little bruised. It doesn't help when your short and walking around corners. More like a death sentence. I've had worst at shows." Ryo remembered when she'd gotten elbowed in the face and had to explain to her parents why she had a swollen cheek and a black eye. It was one boring week at home when they hadn't allowed her to go to school.
"Yeah..." Remember that had brought back some unpleasant nights spend on her bed, upright, since she was able to sleep on her side.
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Post by Evan Hughes on Oct 6, 2009 4:10:45 GMT -5
“Funny or painful? What, you just automatically assume that I won’t rock any of those songs?” Evan tried to scold, but the smirk on his face pretty much gave him away. “I’ll have you know, that if I decided to bless you with a rendition of Baby, One More Time or My Heart Will Go On, you’d be shocked and awed by my talent.” He chose those two songs in particular, not because he liked them (come on, it’s Evan here), or because he knew the words, or had sung them before, but because they were the only two he could think of that Britney Spears and Celine Dion did. “Actually, yeah. They can’t make their own songs sound good, what chance do I have? I’m a much better rapper anyway. You should see me when I’m really getting into Run DMC. It’s a sight.”
Ryo was short. Not hobbit short, but shorter than him anyway, and he had to agree, it would suck at shows. It would bug him, not being able to see over the people in front, but him being him, he would probably just climb over them anyway. Not everyone else would be as willing as him though for crowd surfing, he realised. Which was a shame, crowd surfing was fun!
“Hey! I take offence to that! I was going to let your height slide, but you ruined it for yourself, shorty.” Evan sniggered. “I’ll have you know my guns are more than just noodle strings. Don’t be mean cause I’m taller than you.” The sound of the bell ringing almost drowned out his laugh. Almost. “What’s the bell...oh, class! I’ve gotta get there! What class have I got?” he asked Ryo, not even considering that she would have less of an idea than him, but he spoke anyway before she had a chance to answer. “Never mind, I’ll find where I’m meant to be eventually. See ya later Ryo!” he grinned enthusiastically, running off.
Wrapped for Evan
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Post by ryoames on Oct 6, 2009 4:30:25 GMT -5
"Laters!" Ryo called out to Evan as he ran off in the opposite direction. He was hiliarious for one thing and it helped her feel a little at ease and it was interesting none the less. The bell had suddenly rung and that meant that there was few minutes until the second bell would ring announcing the tardies. Ryo turned in the direction of her next class hoping that she'd get there in time and not be tardy today. It wasn't that she liked lying to her parents but it was embarrassing that it would be her second tardy for the day. Mrs. Ames had dropped her off a late due to an accident nearby and the excuse wasn't good enough. Why they felt it was necessary to take P.E. in their junior year was ridiculous. Chorus on the other hand was a class she never liked to miss because it was her favorite. Getting herself loss in the music was what she liked the most.
After jogging a little, the class was much further from her locker, Ryo walked through the door two seconds before the last bell and collasped in her seat. Dropping her books at her side and taking a deep breath. "Made it," she declared to no one in particular but herself.
Wrap for Ryo
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