[center][img=http://fontmeme.com/newcreate.php?text=Hayden%20Hanse%20Hawthorne&name=Don_Quixote.ttf&size=40&style_color=48C0C4][/center] [i]"Would you please put some pants on? I feel weird having to ask you twice."[/i] --- This was as informal as he would ever get. "Why am I so pale?" Hayden mumbled, rubbing the side of his arms deliberately. He wore a loose fitting, grey tank top with an assortment of red and blue stripes, along with a pair of tan shorts that hung just a tad above his knees, and a pair of aviators to top it all off. There was nothing more he'd give to be walking around in a suit and tie, comfy Oxxfords with equally comfy and shiny Lobbs. The day, however, demanded he dress with as much skin showing as possible; he almost forgot the damn sunscreen and deodorant before angrily stomping out of his home. But, it was picnic day and it demanded much from him and he'd give it a bright smile and a happy attitude, if not to make the day go by faster, but to make it enjoyable for the students and teachers coming. A pair of barking caught his attention, to which Hayden opened the trunk of his SUV to let out two overly ecstatic dogs and to gather the coolers of drinks and extra meats he brought. Slamming the door shut, he turned to watch a few familiar faces stroll by; he'd greet 'em all once he got his end of things set up. The dogs didn't wait, though, immediately spotting a familiar cat and chasing it all the way to the grassy fields their picnic was to be held at. It happened every year, so neither of the teachers noticed much aside from the usual groan. Running a hand through his hair, Hayden pulled along the two ice filled coolers as he walked through the teacher's section of the parking lot. The sun was relentless and he could feel his skin already burning through the thick layer of sunscreen he had lathered on before leaving. He'd probably reeling tomorrow, waiting for the burn to go away and peel, leaving him with some unfortunately nasty days and no tan as proof of his pain. Nope, Hayden's skin absolutely refused to tan, unlike some of his siblings, which meant that he often hated the summer. It was a wonder why he ever moved to Florida after college, but Caelbury was different, especially with its harsh winters. He didn't mind those, since it meant warm days beside a fireplace with a cup of hot coco in his hand and a movie marathon. Hot summers only meant burned skin and inability to shed any more layers if the AC ever broke. The only good thing he ever got was some really delicious ice cream, which he could happily stuff his face with. Upon arriving, though, he most of the student council there early, busy as bees doing everything they could to prepare and make this picnic fantastic. The smile that found its way onto his face immediately disappeared as his eyes found Acacia being accosted by none other than that WalkingBurger boy. Sighing, he moved near the two, setting the coolers down by the grill, closely watching Max. After carefully checking the contents of each cooler, he walked up to Max in particular, clearing his throat as his piercing blue eyes stared him down. They softened before turning toward Acacia, the smile immediately overcoming the scowl. "'Caci," he said, wrapping his large arms around her, "You're doing a great job already. Don't forget to have fun, though." Turning to Max, he simply nodded his head and uttered, "Max," before giving him a glare and walking back to the grill, where he set up station. His eyes always found their way to the side, as if trying to catch a glimpse of a certain figure, though he'd never admit that... ever, especially not with Acacia standing right there. Shaking his head, he made for one of Acacia's cupcakes, munching on it while he waited for the party to officially start before putting anything on the grill. He didn't feel like adding to the amount of heat he already felt at that particular moment. --- [center][img=http://fontmeme.com/newcreate.php?text=Flynn%20Pietr%20Zimmerman&name=CELTG___.ttf&size=20&style_color=1996B5][/center] [i]"Okay. I want a copy on my desk by the end of the day or you will receive a full dessaggelation. "[/i] --- Rolled up button up shirt, navy blue, slightly unbuttoned, a pair of jeans, and some regular sneakers was all that Flynn really needed that day. It wasn't much, but it was hot and he didn't quite feel like sweating in one of his suits that day. Flynn didn't necessarily have much of an opinion on the weather; it was nice outside, hot, but nice nonetheless and the breeze made it bearable. A pair of regular sunglasses sat above his head and in his hands he held two large containers filled with an assortment of cookies that he simply whipped up the other night. He reheated them in the oven to give it that soft, yet crispy taste and because he knew how good melted chocolate tasted. Oedipus was already scurrying up a tree, Hayden's dogs barking loudly at him while he settled in a well hidden branch, obviously too good to interact with anyone but himself. Flynn could only roll his eyes as he advanced toward where Acacia's cupcakes where sat, taking off the tinfoil on both containers of cookies when he sat them down on the table. He noticed Hayden's distant gaze directed toward the parking lot; he'd not bother him about that, though it did amuse him, a smile readily on his features. Social gathering and events designed for networking were a nightmare for him, mainly because he didn't, at all, want to interact and talk with others. He preferred either a day alone at home, or a quiet spot in the back simply observing the mingling occupants of a party. This was a meet 'n greet and most people expected the teachers to get all buddy-buddy with the students. That was a no go for Flynn. He didn't mind teachers who befriended their students, he just preferred to keep the relationship as distant and aloof as possible, while still being a good teacher and doing his job. Of course, no one really had to approach him if they didn't want to, but most of the students thought Flynn an enigma. Teenagers were curious by nature and rebellious, as well, meaning someone who generally made themselves off limits, but was also intriguing as an idea became the prime target for poking and prodding and finding out exactly why and how and what. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he meandered into the distance, away from the bustling student council kids as he found a nice spot to set up shop. It was close enough that he'd be considered 'involved', but far enough that he really wasn't, at all. Of course, with no one there, Flynn kinda stuck out with the way he sat, tall and imposing in the background. It wouldn't be like that for too long, but he couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable out in the open. --- [center][img=http://fontmeme.com/newcreate.php?text=Saul%20Hannibal%20Kirschenzweig&name=Feathergraphy2.ttf&size=30&style_color=660525][/center] [i]"I'd like to buy this man a drink."[/i] --- Yup, nope, he didn't like this too much. Saul Kirschenzweig wasn't a fan of social gatherings, though he was anything but an introvert. To be honest, he would have gladly smuggled in a cooler of his own filled to the brim with alcohol, but he'd have to do his best to be as happy and amicable as he possibly could. Well, maybe he kind of did already. He took a large swig of the flask of whiskey he'd brought with him, which he immediately shoved into his pocket the moment anyone else walked by. He'd just gotten out of his car, adorned in a white polo shirt and pair of shorts. Apparently, this year's theme was water park. He'd hate to get wet, but the heat was blistering and it wouldn't be a bad thing if he found his way into the school's indoor pool. Thoughts aside, he hadn't quite brought anything—he severely burned his brownies the other night, to which he quietly lied down on his couch and sulked the rest of the night—but he did bring himself, which was technically as much as anyone could have asked of him. Kids weren't a problem for him, until they came in groves and then they were a problem. His hard demeanor only made for a tolerable classroom, anything else and it became just a little too much for him. As he neared the picnic area, he spotted the many student council members adding their finishing touches to the picnic before it finally started. It looked like he was early, though there were a few teachers that nestled into their own spaces, Hayden at the grill and Flynn... somewhere—he swore he saw him exiting his car. Shaking his head, he waved to Acacia and Hayden and the boy next to him. Wallenburger? Something like that. He waved it off as he moved toward the grill, eyeing the cooler next to it before smiling brightly at Hayden. "How's it?" he asked. The other teacher looked a little lost, but immediately remedied that with a smile and an answer, "Great, great. It's good to see you, Saul. How was your summer?" "Coulda been better," he mumbled, bending over to fiddle with the cooler at his feet, "What exactly is it you got here? Not alcohol, right?" Hayden chuckled and shook his head in response, "Just some extra meat. There are drinks over there, though." "But it's not alcohol," Saul stood again, frowning as his hand rubbed the back of his neck. Hayden leaned over, smirking as he spoke in a hushed tone, "There's wine in that cooler I brought for the teachers. If you really want, you can pop it open and get you a glass, since no one's here yet. It was supposed to be for afterwards, but I can make an exception, for you." His head tilted back slightly, his features twisting slightly as he beamed at Hayden. Saul patted his back and said loudly, "Atta boy, Hawthorne." He only got a snicker in response before he bounded off to down a quick glass of the alcoholic drink. Turning toward Acacia, Hayden made a gesture with his hand and narrowed an eye, "Don't speak of this to anyone, alright?"