Post by Quentin Frisby on Feb 27, 2009 1:33:12 GMT 1
OOC: I'm sorry if this thread sucks, people will have to deal with my crappiness until I get back into my groove
Me = Uber Rusty
IC:
So, Quentin looked up at his new High School, Hircine. A strange name, but then again, from what he's heard around, and from his uncle Jared, this quite the strange school, this is Hircine, huh? Not quite what I expected, it's actually seems...nice. He's heard absolute horror stories about this school from his uncle, and he didn't even look that deeply into it. In the past, there were apparently a large number of riots, gang fights, even murders at the school. There was even a rumor going around that the last principal was murdered by a student.
But as Quentin entered through the doorway, everything actually seemed pretty nice. Just as nice as his last school actually, and that school was full of rich, white people. I wonder why this school has such a bad rep... He wondered, wandering through the quiet, empty halls, well, rumors have there way of getting out of hand I suppose. Or even if it's all true, it doesn't seem to be like that anymore. He would imagine a school like Hircine would be dirty, with graffiti scrawled on the walls, not one part of the architecture its original color.
He was wearing Zumiez jeans, a plain black t-shirt with "Hurley" written in big, bright pink lighters in the corner. He planned this year to just lie low. Even if he was in San Fransisco, and would be accepted as a gay, he didn't feel like drawing too much attention. He finally stop and faced an empty locker. He looked down at a crumpled, water-stained piece of paper, then looked back up at the locker, it was a light gray, kind of the same shade of concrete. Yup, this is mine... He put his black-and-white checkered backpack, then his electric blue messanger bag and stepped forward to the locker.
Let's see... He thought, fumbling with his locker dial, 32 left, 29 right, and 0. He jiggled the handle, with no results. Really? Okay then, howzabout...32 RIGHT, 29 LEFT, and 0? He jiggled the handle again, but to no avail. Hmm...maybe I should go ask a custo-- His thoughts were cut off when he heard a loud SLAM! He spun towards the sound and jumped, startled. It was a guy grabbing another person's collar and shoving him against the lockers. Quentin was one confused freshman.
"You wanna fuck with me, huh?" The aggressor spat at his opponents face, "You think you can pull that shit off as if it's no big deal? Well, you can't! You know what? You can't!" The person whose collar was being held had a blank expression, as if he was still deciding his emotions at the moment. It seemed as if he was as caught off guard as Quentin.
"Umm, h-hey, guys?" Quentin said meekly, his brain telling him to shut the heck up and back away, but his emotions telling him to stop the conflict. Stupid emotions. "I don't really know what this is about, but do you guys really think that this is necessary? I mean, right in the hall of most places, aren't you afraid you'll at least be caught?" Now Quentin couldn't care less if this kid was caught or not, he just wanted to stop the chaos. The angry guy turned towards him, with glare that sent shivers down Quentin's spine.
"What? You wanna pull some shit too?" The guy asked as he reached out and grabbed Quentin's collar as well and slammed him onto a locker, so he was right next to the guy he was trying to help. When Quentin backed up, he thought he was out of the guy's range. Well, Quentin never expected the guy to have gorilla arms. Quentin shuddered, N-not a great way to start a school year...
Me = Uber Rusty
IC:
So, Quentin looked up at his new High School, Hircine. A strange name, but then again, from what he's heard around, and from his uncle Jared, this quite the strange school, this is Hircine, huh? Not quite what I expected, it's actually seems...nice. He's heard absolute horror stories about this school from his uncle, and he didn't even look that deeply into it. In the past, there were apparently a large number of riots, gang fights, even murders at the school. There was even a rumor going around that the last principal was murdered by a student.
But as Quentin entered through the doorway, everything actually seemed pretty nice. Just as nice as his last school actually, and that school was full of rich, white people. I wonder why this school has such a bad rep... He wondered, wandering through the quiet, empty halls, well, rumors have there way of getting out of hand I suppose. Or even if it's all true, it doesn't seem to be like that anymore. He would imagine a school like Hircine would be dirty, with graffiti scrawled on the walls, not one part of the architecture its original color.
He was wearing Zumiez jeans, a plain black t-shirt with "Hurley" written in big, bright pink lighters in the corner. He planned this year to just lie low. Even if he was in San Fransisco, and would be accepted as a gay, he didn't feel like drawing too much attention. He finally stop and faced an empty locker. He looked down at a crumpled, water-stained piece of paper, then looked back up at the locker, it was a light gray, kind of the same shade of concrete. Yup, this is mine... He put his black-and-white checkered backpack, then his electric blue messanger bag and stepped forward to the locker.
Let's see... He thought, fumbling with his locker dial, 32 left, 29 right, and 0. He jiggled the handle, with no results. Really? Okay then, howzabout...32 RIGHT, 29 LEFT, and 0? He jiggled the handle again, but to no avail. Hmm...maybe I should go ask a custo-- His thoughts were cut off when he heard a loud SLAM! He spun towards the sound and jumped, startled. It was a guy grabbing another person's collar and shoving him against the lockers. Quentin was one confused freshman.
"You wanna fuck with me, huh?" The aggressor spat at his opponents face, "You think you can pull that shit off as if it's no big deal? Well, you can't! You know what? You can't!" The person whose collar was being held had a blank expression, as if he was still deciding his emotions at the moment. It seemed as if he was as caught off guard as Quentin.
"Umm, h-hey, guys?" Quentin said meekly, his brain telling him to shut the heck up and back away, but his emotions telling him to stop the conflict. Stupid emotions. "I don't really know what this is about, but do you guys really think that this is necessary? I mean, right in the hall of most places, aren't you afraid you'll at least be caught?" Now Quentin couldn't care less if this kid was caught or not, he just wanted to stop the chaos. The angry guy turned towards him, with glare that sent shivers down Quentin's spine.
"What? You wanna pull some shit too?" The guy asked as he reached out and grabbed Quentin's collar as well and slammed him onto a locker, so he was right next to the guy he was trying to help. When Quentin backed up, he thought he was out of the guy's range. Well, Quentin never expected the guy to have gorilla arms. Quentin shuddered, N-not a great way to start a school year...