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Hey I am reluctant to let this come to an end due to gm not being able to go online for a while, so I had a thought and wanted to see how you guys felt about it. If we are all done with club sign up scene what if we moved forward to meeting in front of Quills and Quivers? We could be waiting for @Mad Scarlet's character to arrive to let us in. That way we could have some more posts up without intruding on the GM's plot when they return. Thoughts?
Noah sat at the bench rather confused at the counselors request. Arts and crafts? Really? My entire ability is an extreme form of arts and crafts. And as for telling them something about myself... Noah thought for a while as the other campers started to make their way over to cafeteria/craft area.If I use my ability then what is the point of it? He rose to his feet and walked into the cafeteria, Glancing around, he saw smiling rather manically at an easel and several of the other students already creating something. He walked over to a table, grabbing some paper and colored pencils, staring at the sheet. In all different colors, he wrote "I am not good at regular art."
Probably Thanksgiving break
Also Happy Turkey Day everyone!
@Doc Doctor You know I don't see that you have changed it to a horror, rather a season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer XD
@Mad Scarlet @Skai @knighthawk
Tyler was about to acknowledge the red haired girls response, when the bulky male next to her stood up to make a proclamation. The man's green eyes swept back and forth across the crowd and his stance spoke of dominance. Tyler glanced briefly towards him and gave a slow, deliberate blink then shifted his stance so his back was facing towards him and resumed speaking as though the man hadn't said anything. "Excellent- I shall be there." His eyes examined the girls red hair once again and he turned to move out of the way. The photographer girls stood behind him, and he nodded in her direction as he slid over. He heard the sounds of a frat boy flirting with seemingly everything within a radius around him. Tyler couldn't help, but listen in and after the figure had swayed off. He threw a bemused expression over his shoulder at The Night Garden booth and its occupants. Turning to leave, he caught the sight of the student council glancing at his direction, speaking amongst themselves. He raised his nose up haughtily and paced past them without paying them any further attention.
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Taking a much more direct route home, Tyler washed himself off and changed into clothes more appropriate for class later. He took a seat at the folding plastic chair and table which housed his laptop and turned it on. He searched for the Quills and Quivers address and then turned to a report that was due later on that day.
Tyler was about to acknowledge the red haired girls response, when the bulky male next to her stood up to make a proclamation. The man's green eyes swept back and forth across the crowd and his stance spoke of dominance. Tyler glanced briefly towards him and gave a slow, deliberate blink then shifted his stance so his back was facing towards him and resumed speaking as though the man hadn't said anything. "Excellent- I shall be there." His eyes examined the girls red hair once again and he turned to move out of the way. The photographer girls stood behind him, and he nodded in her direction as he slid over. He heard the sounds of a frat boy flirting with seemingly everything within a radius around him. Tyler couldn't help, but listen in and after the figure had swayed off. He threw a bemused expression over his shoulder at The Night Garden booth and its occupants. Turning to leave, he caught the sight of the student council glancing at his direction, speaking amongst themselves. He raised his nose up haughtily and paced past them without paying them any further attention.
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Taking a much more direct route home, Tyler washed himself off and changed into clothes more appropriate for class later. He took a seat at the folding plastic chair and table which housed his laptop and turned it on. He searched for the Quills and Quivers address and then turned to a report that was due later on that day.
@Mad Scarlet @Skai
Tyler woke up to the sound of his alarm rattling off the bare walls of his small room, the cramped quarters echoing the sound to an almost uncomfortable level. His hand shout out and gently tapped the snooze button three times, silencing the alarm until the next day. He rose quickly and began to stretch out the tension and stiffness in his muscles, letting out a small sigh of relief as he felt the simple motions dislodge the soreness in his limbs. Turning his head, he looked out at the color coordinated calendar that served as his only decoration on the walls. The first week was highly structured with classes and studying period set aside with a small check next to each completed task. However, on this day, besides the normal colors of red, green, and blue, the sight of yellow dominated the morning. The words "Club Fair" were clearly written and underlined so there would be not doubt as to the importance of the day's event. His heart responded with a low and powerful pulse that resounded through his body, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to arise ever so slightly. He dropped down to check under his bed, but seemed to think the better of it. Instead he opened his dresser filled with a large quantity of clothing, all of excellent quality and spotless. He selected a simple pair of blue running shorts and a sweat absorbent shirt that had a been a present from the track coach at his high school. The sound of a gentle tick drew his eyes to the clock on his desk. If he left directly after his morning routine, he should have plenty of time to make it to the club fair and back before his classes. Soon after, Tyler left the humble building he slept in, and tried to outrun the first rays of dawn sneaking their way across the world.
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By the time he had finished his overly complex and long route to the school, the sun had fully emerged into the sky sending warm waves down to gently heat its surface. The sound of voices overlapped one another as he slowed to a walking pace at the entrance to the fair. Tyler offered up warm smiles and greetings to those who knew him, though the smiles never quite reached all the way to his eyes which were scanning every booth reading every detail that he could. He had just finished looking over the photography club, when he spotted a large cluster of students blocking his view of the next one down. A voice filled with a flustered panic just under the surface loudly called out that they could meet tomorrow evening. However, to Tyler at any rate, some of the student he could see seemed strange. One of the faces he could make out sitting inside the booth had teeth not flat, but all edged. Another, a tall black haired student had set down some paper along with some lollipops that he did not think he had seen him holding before or pull out from a pocket. He shifted a few steps forward and saw the sign, "The Night Garden." He took a step forward, but it seemed that one of the photography students was setting up for a shot.
"Excuse me," he gave a friendly smile and waited for her to finish her shot. When she was done, he walked around the other student blocking the way and examined a flyer laid out on the table. He flicked his eyes up to, he presumed, the owner of the flustered voice. His eyes lingered a moment on her red hair, before coolly stating, "I will be joining your club. Here is my contact information." His tone rang with finality that seemed to brook no further need for discussion on the matter outside of an acknowledgement. At the same time, he slid a high quality business card across the table.
Tyler woke up to the sound of his alarm rattling off the bare walls of his small room, the cramped quarters echoing the sound to an almost uncomfortable level. His hand shout out and gently tapped the snooze button three times, silencing the alarm until the next day. He rose quickly and began to stretch out the tension and stiffness in his muscles, letting out a small sigh of relief as he felt the simple motions dislodge the soreness in his limbs. Turning his head, he looked out at the color coordinated calendar that served as his only decoration on the walls. The first week was highly structured with classes and studying period set aside with a small check next to each completed task. However, on this day, besides the normal colors of red, green, and blue, the sight of yellow dominated the morning. The words "Club Fair" were clearly written and underlined so there would be not doubt as to the importance of the day's event. His heart responded with a low and powerful pulse that resounded through his body, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to arise ever so slightly. He dropped down to check under his bed, but seemed to think the better of it. Instead he opened his dresser filled with a large quantity of clothing, all of excellent quality and spotless. He selected a simple pair of blue running shorts and a sweat absorbent shirt that had a been a present from the track coach at his high school. The sound of a gentle tick drew his eyes to the clock on his desk. If he left directly after his morning routine, he should have plenty of time to make it to the club fair and back before his classes. Soon after, Tyler left the humble building he slept in, and tried to outrun the first rays of dawn sneaking their way across the world.
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By the time he had finished his overly complex and long route to the school, the sun had fully emerged into the sky sending warm waves down to gently heat its surface. The sound of voices overlapped one another as he slowed to a walking pace at the entrance to the fair. Tyler offered up warm smiles and greetings to those who knew him, though the smiles never quite reached all the way to his eyes which were scanning every booth reading every detail that he could. He had just finished looking over the photography club, when he spotted a large cluster of students blocking his view of the next one down. A voice filled with a flustered panic just under the surface loudly called out that they could meet tomorrow evening. However, to Tyler at any rate, some of the student he could see seemed strange. One of the faces he could make out sitting inside the booth had teeth not flat, but all edged. Another, a tall black haired student had set down some paper along with some lollipops that he did not think he had seen him holding before or pull out from a pocket. He shifted a few steps forward and saw the sign, "The Night Garden." He took a step forward, but it seemed that one of the photography students was setting up for a shot.
"Excuse me," he gave a friendly smile and waited for her to finish her shot. When she was done, he walked around the other student blocking the way and examined a flyer laid out on the table. He flicked his eyes up to, he presumed, the owner of the flustered voice. His eyes lingered a moment on her red hair, before coolly stating, "I will be joining your club. Here is my contact information." His tone rang with finality that seemed to brook no further need for discussion on the matter outside of an acknowledgement. At the same time, he slid a high quality business card across the table.
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