Dawn of A New Age - Roleplay Thread

Jerry whistled a merry tune to himself as he dragged the wet mop across one of the many hallways of James Madison High School, his glasses hanging from his neck by a thin black thread as he continued, content with his cleaning duties. A dip or two in a bucket filled with water and Jerry once again did the 'janitor shuffle': mop here, mop there. Mop here, mop there. Jerry was one happy man. How couldn't he be, working in his favorite place in the entire universe?

Sure, he was no teacher... heck, most students didn't even consider him a member of staff. But those that did- those who held James Madison High School as more than just a school, as 'a second home' as their principal liked to say- knew Jerry was just the kindest man around. He was around fifty years old, the age having melted some of his black skin to give his face a sort of droopy dog look, but the few strands of grey hair around the temples of his head made it clear that Jerry had way more wisdom than your average janitor. Get on his good side, and he could help you with anything.

"Jerry, can you fix the projector?"

"Jerry, do you want to play a game with us?"

"Jerry, please, take care of those insects!"

Yes, Jerry did it all. That was his job. And that made him an integral part of James Madison High School. In more ways than one, Jerry was the representation of what a cool adult was for many of the kids, especially those that hung around after class, doing all sorts of activities around school. Jerry was the one who closed the doors and turned off the lights, after all, and he was always happy to give 'em some extra time or look the other way when they wanted to have some harmless fun. If the new in the high school's motto of 'an union between the old and the new' was the students, then the old wasn't Principal Shooter, or any of the teachers... no, it was Jerry the Janitor. Good old Jerry the Janitor.

And in thirty minutes, Jerry would be dead.

Not because of anything Jerry did. He had a clean sheet, a wife, no kids... but because Jerry was about to witness the beginning of a new age, not just for Hightown, not just for Connecticut, not just for the United States... but for mankind as a whole. And, like many of the adults which represent the old world, he would not survive. Jerry would be the first casualty in a wave of changes that would redefine what one thought of when the word 'mankind' came to mind. Jerry would bear witness to this change... and lose his life as a side-effect. This story begins with the last thirty minutes of Jerry's life... and the last thirty minutes of the old world. This is the story of the children who, willingly or not, became the heralds of a new world. This is the

"Look for the- bare necessities, the simple bare necessities..." Jerry continued to sing under his breath, contemplating his reflection on the wet floor until a sudden hum filled the air, followed by all the lights in the entire school shutting down. As the halls were submerged in darkness, with only the light of the moon leaking through the glass of the window illuminating parts of the school, Jerry sighed, leaving his mop leaning against a locker. He walked to his office, a small broom closet that had been recently 'upgraded' into a small broom closet trying to be an office, and sat in front of the rudimentary microphone- a 'emergency intercom' Principal Shooter had bought at a discount price after the school went through one too many blackouts.

"Children-" Jerry's voice echoed through the rooms of the school via a sound system installed in the ceiling. "-this is Jerry. You kids know the drill... if it's a blackout, go to the cafeteria. I'll be seeing you all there in ten minutes- I'm calling the technician." A beat. "And don't run, alright? I just mopped the floor, and I don't really want to see any of you kids with bruises. Leave all your stuff where you currently are and go to the cafeteria... once the lights are back, you'll be able to get your stuff back.

The James Madison High School cafeteria was one of Principal Shooter's proudest achievements in his tenure,◊ a sleek and modern place that still held the old-style elegance that the high school was famous for. Many students remember the event that Principal Shooter held to inaugurate the new cafeteria, which included jugglers on stilts- one of which almost broke the glass windows on the ceiling, much to Superintendent Perez' chagrin. But with its four televisions turned off and with no ethereal bright light coming from behind the registers, the place looked almost haunted. Luckily, the moon shone brightly through the ceiling, downgrading its haunted level from 'a really scary movie from the 90's' to 'a found footage movie from the 00's', which was enough to calm down some students.

Quietly stopping the cart of books at the section for manga, Cornelius begins putting away the returned books. Carefully making sure the volumes are numerically sorted, Cornelius' eyes lingers on the Death Note books. Standing still for a few seconds, a small smile forms on his face. "I wonder if others have learned the epiphany I did from this series. Perhaps I should bring this up in Drama sometime in the future."

Casually looking around as the blackout happens, Cornelius softly sighs upon hearing the request. Moving the cart out of the way, Cornelius picks up his messenger bag and pulls out a white notebook with the words " Tome of Creation " clearly displayed on the front. Leaving the library, Cornelius' eyes look down at his open notebook as he moves towards the cafeteria. "Now let's see, what to do for Summoned Soul Sarah's design... Silver hair, yes, but what about her personality?"

Moving through the doors and taking a seat at an empty table near some stacked metal chairs, Cornelius lays out his notebook and pulls out his mechanical pencil. Holding it over the page, Cornelius looks away to take in the darkened area. "I've been working on Summoned Soul for a while now, making progress on a different project would be nice. Hmm... Yes, that'll do nicely." His pencil hitting paper, Cornelius begins writing down a new idea, a story about a handful of people becoming lost in a dark realm during the night.

Sitting up and looking down at what he wrote, Cornelius narrows his eyes. "Perhaps Sarah should be the dark lord of these shadow monsters, but why? Who is she doing it for? Michael perhaps? I do have them as a couple normally..." Sighing as he puts his pencil down and lays back, Cornelius flips the book back to its first page. "I think I need to update my list of rules for the Tome of Creation... I should get an opinion on it from the Writing club sometime."

Michal wasn't having a very good day; his parents made him join a group he had no interest in to make "Friends". Without actually asking him if he wanted any, of course. He was just fine going home every day after school to play games or something, but no. They just had to waste his time.

Sighing as he watched his peers program the controllers they would need to control the robots; an uncharacteristic hum echoed throughout the room he was in, the lights turning off. "Just my luck", Michal groaned, as everyone in the room drowned out Jerry's voice, excited at being able to spend more times with their friends.

Pulling the hood of his jacket over his head, Michal made his way to the cafeteria. Silently mocking the kids around him as they came up with inane theories involving the strange humming noise. "Ah, the ignorance of an average high schooler," it was enough to make him grin, even.

Making his way to the least populated portion of the moonlit cafeteria; Michal sat down on the floor with his back propped against the wall, watching the students mill around like little sheep. Initiating the time honored tradition of human interaction; talking.

Laying his head against the wall, Michal closed his eyes, shutting off his senses to the outside world. Dreaming of another place, and another time. Something actually worthy of his time.

edited 25th Apr '15 1:32:35 PM by OhBoyTime

Blake yawned as he leaned back in his chair, looking around the room as he did so. There was a teacher at the far end who may not have been actually awake and a few other students who had committed various acts the school had considered unacceptable. On this occasion he was on detention just for refusing to work, which was fairly mild by his standards. He didn't really react much as the lights went out and only half-listened as the announcement blared overhead, although he heard enough to get the message. Despite explicit instructions he picked up his bag, a tattered black rucksack with one strap completely split in two, and slung it over his shoulder as he stood up.

Blake slowly sauntered towards the cafeteria, noting that some kids were already there as he entered. Pushing past some of those who had already gathered, he made his way to an empty table and kicked a chair out of the way before sitting on top of the table. If anyone looked his way his left eye sent out a piercing glare, sending a fairly clear message to anyone approaching him. While he looked somewhat angry, he was really just bored. This was some change from the usual but it still wasn't anything interesting and although he was fine with the dark it made some people act stupid and he wasn't looking forward to that. Dumping his bag onto the table next to him, he rifled through it and took out a bottle of cola, drinking out of it as he looked up through the glass at the sky.

edited 25th Apr '15 2:21:23 PM by TenebrousGaze

Hightown, Connecticut Wednesday, April 22nd, 2015

6:30PM

David saw with interest how the lights of the entire school shutted down. It wasn't the first time a blackout occurred in the school, and something told him this wouldn't be the last either. Still, David couldn't help feeling a little strange. Something... something was just... off.

Suddenly, David heard Jerry the janitor's voice, coming from the school sound system.

"Children," he said, "this is Jerry. You kids know the drill... if it's a blackout, go to the cafeteria. I'll be seeing you all there in ten minutes-I'm calling the technician."

David sighed. After finally picking up some books from the library, he was about to go home, but now, that would have to wait.

"And don't run, alright?" Jerry continued, "I just mopped the floor, and I don't really want to see any of you kids with bruises. Leave all your stuff where you currently are and go to the cafeteria... once the lights are back, you'll be able to get your stuff back."

Easier said than done. David thought. He went to the cafeteria and waited for the lights to go on again. Which hopefully, shouldn't take too long.

Brad was walking quite aimlessly through the library, looking for something of interest. He noticed Cornelius placing the books in order in the Manga section, and wondered why he'd find it so important that everything was so neatly sorted. If there's anything Brad's life could use it'd be a little chaos. It's not that he really minded his life being monotonous, he likes his friends, he likes his family; he doesn't really have anything to complain about. The only thing he doesn't feel heppy about is that he's always so damn careful, he knows it would be healthy to take some risks, but he just can't get himself to actually do it. There's always a voice in his head saying 'but think of the consequences!'

Lost in this line of thought he realized he had been walking in circles. 'Heh', he thought to himself 'seems fitting'. His eye fell on a book concerning Norse mythology. The Norse gods had it easy, he thought, the only thing they had to worry about was whether there was enough wine left in Walhalla once they got there. On their road to that they could take as many risks as they wanted. Or maybe that wasn't true, he didn't know Norse mythology all that well. Did they even drink wine? He wanted to take the book from the shelf, but then he heard Jerry's voice from the intercom. A blackout. He didn't even notice. He left the book alone and thought, 'I guess a blackout would've been a shake-up, shame they happen so often', as he walked to the cafetaria.

edited 25th Apr '15 3:08:49 PM by Rvdz

The Student Council was, if not the most entertaining club, perhaps the most important. And Benedict served as President. Not that this was a particularly illustrious title - he doubted most of the students cared who won the elections, and even if they did no one had actually run against him. He supposed that was natural, given he'd run every single year prior and won in a landslide victory.

Today's meeting was nearly concluded. Benedict stood and cleared his throat to get the attention of the others and make his closing remarks in his sharp, posh accent that wavered between English and American.

"It has been a wonderfully productive time here, I'd say. Thank you everybody, and please be careful on your way home this even-"

And then the lights went out.

"-ing."

He sighed, deeply, as Jerry's voice came over the intercom.

"Well, if you do leave your things here I'm sure the room will remain unlocked. Please, be orderly now."

That said he opened the door, kicked a wedge under it to prop it open, and strolled calmly towards the cafeteria. He'd fortunately already deposited most of his things in his car, the key to which he twirled around one finger idly. As he entered the cafeteria he found himself itching to leave.

Just a few more bloody minutes. He assured himself. Blackouts happen often enough. I'm sure it will get sorted out soon. Few more minutes...

edited 26th Apr '15 8:51:25 AM by kagescorpionakki

Hightown, Connecticut Wednesday, April 22nd, 2015

6:30PM

Terry breathed, then tried to silence the sounds he imagined around him, and then took an easy few steps forward before moving back, arms in front of his head - no, it was just a closet, and that was just...just some materials.

He had been sitting in a room, listening to the teacher drone on about history - some people managed to make history interesting, while others went on and on about the finer details of trade negotiations. If he had wanted to hear about that, he'd have watched Phantom Menace.

But then things went from boring to, for Terry specifically, horrifying. All of a sudden the lights were out, and people could barely see.

He calmed his breathing - he remembered what Doctor Feymann said, calm your breathing and don't let yourself conjure up scary situations. He felt something whisper, a cold exhalation on the back of his neck. He wheeled on his feet, ready to defend himself, and then just saw one of the other students, looking rather scared himself.

"Sorry..."

Terry kept walking. One foot in front of the other, now repeat...repeat...repeat...

He made his way through to the cafeteria like this, just moving along unsure if he'd eventually step into a disturbing situation.

What he wouldn't do for some light in here. He was near the cafeteria now, but was visibly very nervous looking. He finally made it to the cafeteria, detecting the other students and letting out a sigh of relief - it was better to be with others, than to be in the dark alone.

Power outage while you're working? Sucks. Power outage while you're working on a computer? Worse. Power outage while you're working on a computer and you forgot to save since you started?

Modern day hell.

So it wasn't a surprise that Travis was pretty pissed off right then. He had been tasked (or rather, he had taken on the task) of boosting sales on the school's paper, which hadn't been selling well in the recent years. In an effort to do so, Travis figured of putting in an advice column; a place where students who weren't in popular clubs, a sports team, or an Honor class would be a part of the articles. He was just in the middle of the next issue's draft when the power went, allowing an evening's worth of work to vanish out of existence. Poof.

And so the disgruntled lad moved off to the cafeteria, lugging a box from the Computer Lab with him. The lab wasn't far from the cafeteria, so he had arrived before most of the other kids had. He picked out a small table in one of the far corners, plunked down the box and set up a small laminated sign beside it: HIGHTOWN HIGH'S DOWNLOW, 50¢. He took a seat beside the box, leaned the back of the chair against the wall to give his feet room to prop against the table, and began to scribble some things down in his notepad. Good ol' anti-social Murray.

“No, bad Zia! What’d the string ever do to you!” A feminine voice exclaimed from the fluorescent glow of the music room accompanied by the twang of a snapping E-string. Zia sighed and kicked the table leg before detaching the broken string in question. Her friends and family knew she had a tendency to talk to her self, particularly for the purposes of scolding mistakes. It was stress relieving more than anything else.

Nevertheless, Zia Brayne managed to find another suitable string to repair the battered instrument. She didn’t know why they had to let 13 year olds play with expensive instruments but she wished they’d at least make sure they’re semi-intelligent. Every week there was a hole or a fracture in some guitar’s sound box and, being a music tutor as well as student, she offered to fix these. She was starting to regret it. Within a few minutes the string was back on and she had found a strip of duct tape to patch a hole at the base, “Lovely.” She smiled, standing up and patting her legs in a rhythm as she looked around the lifeless room.

However, it wasn’t lifeless to her. An upright piano in the far corner spoke to her and demanded to be played. No one to listen, to judge. Zia nearly skipped to it and gently lifted the lid as she sat before it. Feeling a muse hit her the young woman raked her long fingers through her purple hair before laying them on the keys. She played, passionately, a jazz-rendition of George Gershwin’s Summertime.

She felt the music flow through her and the piano, now an extension of her body and as her passion increased for the finale – The lights went out. A crash of frustrated notes, “Pissing C*nt!” She had inherited her vocabulary of swear words from her British mother, but at least there was no one around to offend.

A pair of hand ‘embellished’ head phones on her ears Zia Brayne slunk her way down the dark and murmuring halls with music in her ears. She didn’t need light to find her way to the cafeteria, not after so long in this school. Besides, it let her concentrate on the music. She found herself in the spacious room and spotted a friend of hers, Brad Walker, wandering in his usual chill manner to the area. With a mischievous smirk she pulled the headphones from her ears and silently came up behind him. Zia covered his eyes with her hands, “Hello Brad. I want play a game…” She whispered into his comically large ears, using her best Batman/Jigsaw impression.

From Detention to the cinema club,

This morning for Luna was as dreadful as every morning. Sleeping on a park wasn't as bad once got used to it. At least nobody would bother her if she arrived late.

Like every morning she had taken a shower... on the school bathrooms. With enough practice the goth girl was ready for another uneventful day at school.

Just like Blake she was in detention, as she had in fact yelled at a teacher for a "philosophical disagreement". "People are good on the inside,? please ! The b*tch had it coming," was her, poor excuse, .

But unlike Blake she was sleeping, snorting even. When the black out happened, she was woken up by all the noose and she simply just sneeked out of detention as if it was her room on her house, if she had a either of those.

Like many other students, Luna walked towards the cafeteria, but that wasn't her final destination, but rather she was going to that "awful" cinema club.

edited 25th Apr '15 7:39:44 PM by RPGLegend

Terry almost visibly jumped when Luna moved near him, but managed to calm down enough to steady his breathing again. "Oh...oh, Luna, its you...sorry, I'm just really jumpy in the dark."

He looked around, wondering if everyone was crammed in here. That, and what exactly caused the blackout.

At least I'm not alone in here.

Because if I'm alone in the dark, I don't feel alone.

James Madison High School, 6:35 PM

Amy threw back her head with a groan, accidentally slamming it into the bookshelf behind her. “C’mon!” She rubbed at the spot as she stared down at the sheet of paper in her lap, filled front and back with bullet points and slanted manuscript. “Stupid administration…” she muttered. It was a great plan! But her “Paranormal Investigation/Maybe Watch Movies?” club had been denied for the third time, for whatever reason.

Maybe if she changed the name…? Nodding to herself, she rubbed at the title with the eraser of her pencil. But before the last smudge was removed, the lights cut out. Amy looked up, thick eyebrows drawn together. “Is this a drill?” Frowning, she stood and smoothed down her skirt before slinging her bag over her shoulder. Drill or no, no way she was just leaving it here. Club proposal in hand, she left the library and headed towards the cafeteria, as per Jerry’s instructions.

She walked down the halls, absently looking around in the darkness. Funny how different everything looked. The sight outside the windows to her right brought her to a sudden stop. She dug out her phone, checked the lock screen, and looked back up disbelievingly. It was only 6:30…why was it so dark out? Unsettled, she speed walked the rest of the way to the cafeteria and practically slammed open the doors in her hurry to get inside. As the cacophony of noise slammed into her ears, she let out a sigh of relief. This, at least, was normal.

Taking a seat at a nearby table, she glanced around the room. Were any of her friends here yet? She wondered if they'd noticed the weird time change.

edited 25th Apr '15 9:23:56 PM by Serendipital

There was no time for rest. While Benedict was addressing the rest of the council, Anna quickly and silently tapped away at her tablet. The graduation trip would be next month. There was so much to do. Buses to hire. Bills to pay. Caterers to hire. Schedules to make. People to contact. But before that, Prom was next week. Finalizations had to be made. The afterparty to organize. Anna exhaled sharply, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her eye. So many threads to connect, with so little time.

Well first, Anna supposed she could recheck the treasurer's calculations. Something here seemed a bit off. Surely buses did not cost that much to hire. She faintly heard Benedict's closing statement out of the corner of her ear. "...Thank you everybody, and please be carefully on your way home this even-"

Then darkness. Anna tilted her head up as Jerry's voice floated through the intercom, instructing the students. Ugh, really? Now, of all times? Anna briskly swapped to a blank screen as she took her place, slightly behind Benedict. As the members of the council ordered themselves and quietly walked down the hallways down to the cafeteria, Anna held the tablet before her, illuminating the darkened path.

edited 25th Apr '15 10:38:10 PM by HazzyHaz

Zia scared the living shit out of Brad by suddenly placing her hands before his eyes. However, he relaxed once he heard her say 'Hello Brad, I want to play a game', and recognized her voice. What she described as her best Batman/Jigsaw impression sounded more like an Emma Stone impersonator having a rough day. He burst out laughing and said that the only game he wanted to play was who would be a better Jigsaw impersonator. 'And I'm pretty sure that's a game I'd win'.

edited 26th Apr '15 3:10:39 AM by Rvdz

Zia made a sour face when Brad burst out laughing, the brief amusement of seeing his skinny frame tense and jump gone. As he made his impression-challenge she released his eyes and cheekily flicked his quiff as she stepped beside him. “You never know, Brad – I could contract emphysema or have a quick tracheotomy in the next few minutes.” She grinned, crossing her arms and wishing she was a better mimic, “But I think I’ll settle for murder in the dark, considering the mood lighting.” The purple haired muso added and mimed a stabbing motion. She began to survey the cafeteria for familiar faces whilst straightening her green flannel over a favourite Pink Floyd T-shirt: The Wall. Classic.

“What are you doing here so late, anyhow?” Zia asked after squinting in the darkness for a minute to no avail. She turned off her music with a grimace and gave Brad a quizzical look, “I was de-busting guitars when the lights went. Seems like half the school’s been hanging around after-dark, though. Must be some cult I haven’t heard about.” She joked.

If Luna had attempted to find the Cinema Club, she'd find that they had followed Old Jerry's advice and made for the cafeteria. The sets and props they'd abandoned made menacing shapes in the darkness.

"Well, we were making stuff for a horror movie about a cult..."

Piped up one of the nerds who'd scurried into the cafeteria and to their favored seats at the fringes, guided by the light of smart phones. The Cinema Club's spokesperson was Tim Carillo, a kid who stood at average height and wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt over a plain one with a faded print of some movie monster.

If the lights had been working, one could have seen the paint stains on his forearms and hands.

Following the cinema club into the cafeteria, Ciro was amazed at how different the place looked at night. He didn't often stay behind this late- he was only here now because Marty had asked for some help during lunch- and never had he come to the café during those times. It almost would have been eerie if it weren't for all the students milling about.

Like the club members, his hands and arms were streaked with dried paint. Unlike the club members, Ciro didn't have a smartphone to help illuminate the way- the backlight of the phone he did have was pitiable at best. So he relied on their light until they reached the cafeteria, where the moon offered some meagre improvement. He sure was glad his fear of the dark hadn't transcended into his teenage years.

Even with it being so hard to see, he was sure that he couldn't recognise Jerry amongst all of the kids. Ciro liked Jerry, had helped him out with picking up litter and received some amusing conversations in return. He'd since told his siblings to spare some kind words for the janitor when it was their time to enroll- not that they needed the encouragement, they were already plenty sweet without it.

He smiled a little at the thought of the two- they probably couldn't wait to hear the heart-poundingly suspenseful tale of yet another minor blackout. They were still at the age where any random fact about his high school life had them on the edge of their seats. A small part of him almost wished that they could stay that way.

Ah, well. He'd just have to wait a little longer until Jerry made his appearance. He turned upon hearing a familiar voice and, even with just the moonlight, recognised a distinctive head of purple hair. "Hey, Zia!" He greeted the girl with a grin, gravitating over to her and Brad. "And hello, friend of Zia's. Lemme guess, it was the younger kids who were busting up the guitars to start with?"

'You people and your cults, you're way too narrow minded. Spare some thoughts for aliens or vampires, maybe they did this', Brad joked before answering Zia's question. 'I was trying to get some studying done, with accent on trying.' Brad noticed one of Zia's friends approaching, one he didn't know that well, and cheerily waved hi.

Amy drummed the table with her fingers, a bored expression on her face as she surveyed the room. There had to be someone...Her eyes (and ears) landed on the Cinema Club table, talking about their latest project. Standing up with a grin, she walked to the outskirts of the cafeteria with help from the light on her phone.

She plopped down in a seat next to Tim, patting his shoulder and grinning. "Hey, man." She squinted at the blotches on his arms, just barely visible. "Hard at work as always, I see?" Last time she'd heard, they were making a horror movie.

edited 26th Apr '15 8:41:11 AM by Serendipital

"Oh? Ah! Hey, Amy."

Using the rather paltry light of his old flip-phone, Tim confirmed that it was his friend, Amy.

"Well, yeah. Why else would we be here? We wanted to get a head start on Darker Nights, given that there's a whole bunch of inside shots and sets we had to make. Not to mention permission to get, stuff to write." He made a face which Amy probably couldn't have seen given the darkness. "But hey, gotta suffer for your art, right?"

A thought occurred to Tim. "What about you? What're you still doing here? Last time I saw you, you were headed to the admin offices to get those club forms. Why didn't you go home to fill 'em out?"

edited 26th Apr '15 8:56:19 AM by KR_Vandal

Zia’s eyes were starting to adapt as Brad mentioned vampire, prompting her memory of Blade, “I dunno, vampires usually only get together in numbers like these for giant rave parties. And aliens would have probed us all by now… Not that I’m particularly against either scenario.” Zia added with a wink. Ciro’s approach prompted a characteristic grin and wave from her, then curling into a slight scowl at the mention of the ever more broken instruments, “Yes! They do it ‘’just’’ to irritate me, I swear!” She replied, “Next time, I’m gonna demonstrate how to wreck a guitar on their skulls. Who says education can’t be fun?” She added, glad to see another friend in the dark. Then realising she hadn’t introduced the guys to each other, “Brad, this is Ciro. Ciro, this Brad. Play nice, children.”

Zia looked about the cafeteria, “Should we find some seats or just stand here awkwardly in the dark?”

"Haha, sounds rough. Maybe I should drop by the music rooms sometime, put those babysitting skills to good use." Ciro wasn't exactly a stranger to damaged equipment, especially in the cooking club, but he didn't have the same amount of confidence that Zia had to speak out about it. Heck, maybe he should be taking lessons from her. "Hey, feel free to hunt me down if you ever need an extra pair of hands with the repair work."

He then turned to Zia's friend as she introduced them to each other. He couldn't properly make out the guy's appearance- he was a good few inches taller than Ciro, and had ears that were rather hard not to notice- but he seemed nice enough. "Nice to meet you, Brad! I'd shake your hand but, uh, I'm a little messy at the moment." He showed off his palms, where dark streaks of paint could be made out against his skin.

At the mention of chairs he glanced around the room again, noticing that the other students were gradually finding their way into seated groups. "Probably a good idea to get off our feet, though we should be careful with how dark it... is that a sign over there?" he asked, noticing Travis' makeshift stand for the first time.

Luna Black-With the movie club

"Hey watch it! She told Terry when Luna bumped into him. But then she noticed it was the timid good natured, rather than apologizing she said, "Relax, you aren't scared of the dark are you?" she crossed her arms.

Luna then followed her way, noticing the movie club was already there on the cafeteria.

"Sup?," she fist greeted Amy and Tim from the table of the movie club. Sure they were a "bunch of nerds", but they were outcasts just like her, she liked watching those horror movies and got forbid they failed to have that dark feeling on their movies as they couldn't convey a true gothic mood for their lives.

edited 26th Apr '15 5:01:11 PM by RPGLegend

Hearing a member of the cinema club speak, Cornelius turned away from his notebook towards where he heard the voice. "Horror cult film? Interesting, but not enough to get my attention." Nonetheless, Cornelius quietly listens in as he goes through his notebook, wanting to come off as minding his own business. Upon hearing the mention of the title however, Cornelius' eyes pick up in interest. Closing his notebook and sliding the pencil into it, Cornelius holds it in his left arm as he walks over to the table the cinema club chose.

"I'm sorry for overlistening, but your club is working on a horror film? I'm Cornelius Hawking, a member of the Writing & Drama clubs. I would be very much interested in learning more about this film. Though would it be permissible for me to ask questions about it?"