Mia walked down the dark hallway. What the hell kinda shady place is this for a club?! She thought to herself. Her heart pounded as she reached for the handle of room 133. All right, here goes nothin'... Mia gasped at the brightly colored room. The walls were white and pretty shoddy, but at least they had the place decorated nice. There was a lounge area with a bright red couch and black glass top coffee table with a rainbow rug underneath it. Yeah, there was rainbow everything in this room. They had a rainbow bulletin board, a rainbow painting on the back wall, and rainbow party decorations for...some reason. "Okay." Mia said, feeling kind of shocked. There wasn't anyone in the room.
Out of no where, a hand grabbed Mia's arm and flung her into an embrace.
"Why helloooooooooooooooo~~! <3" said a flamboyant male voice. The hug ended. "Welcome to the LGBT-SG~~! Nice to meet you I'm Timothy! I'm the club president! You're the first--well second if you count me-- person to walk into this club room since last year's end-of-the-year dance!" Well, that would explain the party decorations."What's your name?!" Mia swallowed then replied hoarsely, "Um, Mia." "Greeeeeeeeeat~! Nice to meet you! <3 Feel free to have a seat. When more people show up we'll have a meeting to discuss the purpose of the club, club activities, yada yada you get the point!" And with that, he turned and walked through a door in the back of the room, presumably a club office. "Okay." Mia said again, and awkwardly shuffled over to the couch to wait. She sighed. She hated being the first person to anything... It was awkward to just sit in silence.

Eddy Princeton and his pointy ears rocketed through the parking lots of St. Vincent on his motorized scooter. He was a man and pointy pair of ears on a mission, for he had seen the writing on the wall. By writing on the wall, he meant the flyers for the Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Support Group. The pamphlet had beckoned to him. It was key in his quest to understanding and controlling the homosexual fervor that secretly burned deep within him.

Veering through traffic and pedestrians alike, Eddy and his pointy ears made haste to Room 133, the promise land of sorts. Taking a corner too sharply, the back end of his motorized scooter clipped a park bench and took flight. Eddy and his pointy ears soared through the brilliant sky with a breathtaking mix of helpless flailing and astounding elegance. Landing with a deafening crash and thundering applause, Eddy and his pointy ears wasted no time in righting himself and breaking into a dead sprint. Booths along the way tried to stop and recruit him, but Eddy and his pointy ears had no time for Jesus or anime club. LGBTSG awaited him, and time was short.

He finally arrived at Room 133 winded, sweaty, but his ear no less perky. He gave the door three knocks before barging in anyway. The extravagant decor deeply moved him, but he was unsure what was to follow next.

Larkin quietly walked down the hallway, really hoping he wasn't lost and he would be able to find the room. Having no sense of direction sucked sometimes. Well, almost always and it was irritating getting lost all the time. It appeared to be his lucky day as he found the room without a problem and knocked softly before peeking into the room. He blinked as his eyes were assaulted with colors and he reached up to rub at them with small hands, momentarily blinded. Once he could see again he shyly stepped into the room, one hand resting comfortingly on his camera case hanging diagonal across his shoulders.

Abel had a habit of arriving exactly on time, not a minute before or after. Although he was a sophomore, he had never been down this hallway at all last year. he wasn't even sure it existed before now. To be honest, he wasn't even sure he wanted to join the club - It just looked good to say you participated in some clubs, and that was the reason he was standing outside a door in a dark hallway. With the extra motivation that he had nothing better to do, he opened the door. If nothing else, he was sure this was the right room from the decor alone. Seeing a few other people already in the room, It wasn't too late to leave, after all. It was pretty obvious he was thinking this as he stepped in, standing near the entrance.

Kelly knew he was far from his hometown in California. St. Vincent seemed like such an odd place for him to be. The wind rustling through his hair had a different taste then what he was used to in California. As he strolled along looking for clubs, he thought to himself "why am I even here? There is nothing interesting for me here." But then he saw it. An extraordinarily colored paper taped to the wall. Curiosity took over, and Kelly took a peek.

"LGBTSG CLUB MEETING IN ROOM 133. COME CHECK US OUT!"

Kelly then knew where he belonged. A surge of pure joy rushed through him as he ran into the building, desperately searching for a sign to direct him to his future. As he burst through the door, a feeling of acceptance and purpose overcame him, and he was immediately greeted by everyone in the room. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the couch, and took a seat.

"What's up b*tches?!" Dakota announced as he trotted into the room, fashionably late. He was wearing the typical makeup and short skirt. It took him a moment to realize there was only one girl in the room so far. "OOPS! I mean singular! Well, you're not a... Well maybe... I don't know you. Girl, you know what I mean!" He gestured dramatically to Mia with a wink. Despite being a transfer student, Dakota knew about the LGBT club before the fliers even went up. He was on the up and up on much of the news and goings-on at St. Vincent, and was aware of things long before most of the general student body were told about them, due to his close connections with the school faculty. Or maybe they just told him stuff to make him go away. "OHH! You must be Timothy! It's SO nice to meet you, prez!" Dakota skipped over to him and shook his hand with untold vigor. He then spun around and addressed the rest of the students. "Oh my God! This is sooo great! My name's Dakota Kelly! Like the state, but I'm not actually from there! Hee hee!" He ran a hand through his luscious curls before continuing. "I am like, totally thrilled to meet all of you! I just know we're going to be besties!" But in truth, one of the guys in particular had caught his eye. The one in the back, with those deliciously pointy ears...

Lena Silver walked along the halls as she drew in her sketchbook. Purposely avoiding all the people and other hallway antics she made her way to a classroom which was supposedly a room for support for people like her. Reaching room 133 she quietly entered the room taking a seat in the far back avoiding most of the other people as she continued her sketch. She was going to begin a career in the arts.
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Jade strooled down the hallway, he was a new student and not very familiar with the new Environment. He never had been in a club nor had any friends so he was not sure if he really should join the club. However, after some time he stood right in front of the closed door, room 133 was written on it. While he was looking for it, he got quite nervous, would they accept him or would they tease him like all the others? He was afraid of finding out the answer but he couldn't just stay here and wait, so he took a very deep breath. Jade knocked at the door, opened it and greeted a bit shy as he entered, they probably will mistake him as female like always he thought.

Mia giggled at how hyper Dakota was. "Hi, Dakota, Nice to meet you. My name's Mia." She watched in awe as people filed in the room, one after the other. A tan blonde guy sat next to her on the couch. "Hi, I'm Mia What's you're name?" She smiled in her signature way, closing her eyes and tilting her head slightly. She kept the eye on the door for anyone who looked particularly interesting. Hey, a girl has to shop around.

Oliva watched the halls fill she felt herself somewhat drawn to the room that some of the flyers around the school displayed, but she watches from afar her camera and note pad in her hand, she could not say why exactly she came even down the same hall, it was out of the way of how she normally went.

She decided she should just keep moving, curiosity that was all a thought of rebellion against her parents "Padre sarebbe croce" ("father would be cross") she lightly spoke to herself as she turned away from the room with a sigh

Some people in this room were so loud, and seemed like they just loved physical contact, which Abel wasn't a big fan of. Maybe joining the club was a mistake, after all, considering he didn't talk much, and his intimidating disposition tended to scare people off. Feeling content with his impressions of the room and the people in it, he moved to the back, leaning against the wall and absently scrolling through his phone, texting someone. After all, what else was he going to do? Nothing was happening yet, and he wasn't one to start conversations. It was at this point he remembered he did have better things to do, like his daily run, but he felt like at this point he was stuck here for the rest of the meeting. He put his phone in his pocket and quickly put his hair up in a messy ponytail. As much as he loved his hair, it did get in the way a lot.

Larkin glanced around at all the other people before he scurried over to a chair near a corner and sat down in it, looking shyly at the ground and peeking up from underneath his bangs. He blinked. Why in the world did he come here again? He knew this would probably be the only place where he would not be criticized for being gay but...he was really, really shy around other people so...why was here if he was too scared to even talk to anyone? He sighed quietly, his legs kicking back and forth since he was too short to reach the ground.

Eddy and his pointy ears found himself already annoyed with the lawless miscreants surrounding him. They spewed forth their grating babble-speak and some even dared have the audacity to have fun. Eddy and his pointy ears had come to sharpen his homosexual prowess, not mingle with heathens. He scanned the room and spotted Larkin sulking in the corner. Eddy and his pointy ears grew interested at making the acquaintance of a like-minded gay brethren. He sauntered over to him and popped a squat.

"Can you believe some of these people? Some people should really grow up," said Eddy and his pointy ears. He brushed some hair over his eyes to make himself look extra dark and moody.

The door burst open and in walked a short redhead with a grin on her face. She was excited to say the least! It was her first time in a club like this, her highschool being a religious one, and she was ecstatic! She looked around at the other people and smiled softly. "Hello! I'm Faeya and yes that is my real name." She smirked slightly, knowing someone was going to ask it. She walked over to a small chair and took a seat. Faeya wore a simple white blouse with a black camisole and a black skirt that reached just above the knee, dressing her shoes in cute black wedges. She liked being slightly fashionable. It was always a plus in her book.

Lena only glanced at the small group of others as she moved her pencil over her paper. "My name is Lena." She said nonchalantly to the others not really trying to catch anyone's eye yet.

Larkin let out a small squeak of surprise when a voice suddenly spoke up next to him. He jumped slightly and turned startled blue eyes to the seat next to him, seeing it now occupied with a guy. Larkin tilted his head slightly as he considered the guys question then blinked in confusion, not really getting what he meant. Why did they need to grow up? The tiny boy glanced around the room, not really anything out of the ordinary. People were just socializing and having a good time. Did this guy not like that or something? Larkin looked back at him, still very confused.

Larkin only stared back absentmindedly at Eddy and his pointy ears. The kind of absentmindedness one might expect from an couch at a secondrate antique shop. The kind of secondrate antique shop your grandparents might drag you to on a Sunday afternoon when you would much rather be back at home trading Pokemon cards with your friends. The kind of friends that would scam you out of a holographic Machamp by telling you that their Rhydon was "definitely super rare." But now Eddy's thought were off-topic. He and his pointy ears returned their attention to Larkin and rolled his eyes at his ambiguous lack of response.

Around him, the room continued to burn with the white hot awkwardness of 1000 Freshman homecoming dances. Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal a creature known as Faeya. Eddy and his pointy ears knew that her name was Faeya because she insisted on screaming it very loudly. Contempt and hate and bitterness and indignation welled in his bosom. Eddy and his pointy ears made note of his new archnemesis.

Oliva could not move her feet, she was still near troom...oom and then the thought process of trying to convince her into going started "if I want to be a journalist I need to go where ever my travels take me" she said to herself turning on her heel walking towards the door, with a puff of breath she blew away her hair from her eyes and reached for the door knob And slowly turned it and slowly stepped into the room. Without a word to anyone was small blonde girl found a seat and laid her notepad on her lap where her stockings met her skirt. She removed her pen from her backpack and started to write keeping to herself half listening to those around her.

Dakota did his best to fill the time before the meeting began with idle banter. "I really only picked biochem as my major because my loser parents made me. I'm totally considering switching to fashion behind their backs. I think I would be super at it!" He chimed to no one in particular. He made a point to be the loudest and liveliest person in the room. It was kind of a contest to him. A contest he took pride in always winning. Unfortunately the girl Faeya was also being rather rambunctious. Something about it rubbed Dakota the wrong way, but of course he tried not to judge. He was often the target of such judgement himself. He glanced towards the back again, at the boy with pointy ears. He was attempting to make conversation with a another timid-looking boy with glasses. Timid bored him. But that other boy... Dakota knew he wasn't here for this, but the edgy, condescending look on that boy's face, sparked a familiar feeling in him. He was hungry. He began to drift his way over.

Lena moved her pencil as she made her sketched more detailed. The picture was of a group of people from a Web series she watched. This would occupy her until the formal chatting was underway.