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Post by graviton on Sept 6, 2006 20:11:39 GMT
The Goldenrod Ford Focus pulls away, through the gate, as was seen through the eyes of one Richard Johns. A mutant, sent to a mutant school, the new kid. Richard pulls himself away from the window, which overlooked the school grounds.
He and his family had unpacked mostly everything there was to unpack. From computer to mini fridge, the dorm room was his, for now. Richard lazily plops onto his new bed, looking at the ceiling.
Taking a signed baseball from his bedside table, he charges it with anti-gravitons, causing the ball to levitate upwards. Bored, Richard decides to venture outside to hopefully meet someone else...
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Post by anna on Sept 6, 2006 20:17:04 GMT
Wandering the halls was something so steriotypically Goth that it was almost pathetic. Anna, at the moment, seemed to be doing just that - but she wasn't, not really.
She was heading to her room, moving at a slow, wandering pace, simply because she had nothing to do once she got there. Taking her time, she moved through the halls.
Someone else was in the hall, having just left a room. Unfamilliar. New student?
She tossed a small smile to the unfamilliar face, and a small wave. "Hi." she murmured, casual greeting. If it started a conversation, that was fine - she had nothing better to be doing at the moment, anyway.
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Post by graviton on Sept 6, 2006 20:22:51 GMT
"Hi."
He was startled by this new girl's sudden arrival. He hadn't even heard her coming.
"Oh, hey. My name's Richard. It's nice to meet you. Your the first person I've met here. You see, I'm new."
It all came out kind of quick, and he hoped and prayed that she didn't just say "huh?"
He blushed a bit and avoided eye contact with her. Wow, embarassing. He was such a loser.
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Post by anna on Sept 6, 2006 20:29:05 GMT
"Oh, hey. My name's Richard. It's nice to meet you. Your the first person I've met here. You see, I'm new."
"'M Anna." she responded, "Nice t'meet y'too."
She noted that he seemed decidedly shy. That was odd. She wasn't doing anything that he should have been shy about, in her opinion. Ah well. They all had their quirks.
"Y'like d'place s'far?" she asked, tilting her head to one side a little as she spoke. "I mean, y'can' have much opinion on d'people, but de place, itself."
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