Andy Anderson
Now, Andy Anderson was not exactly the best at reading people. Some might say that he was a little dense, or oblivious-- gullible, even.
And they'd be right, of course. Because... yeah. It was true. He was pretty gullible. The type of person who got convinced to buy weird medicines and random things on sale that he didn't even need. Pet rock for sale on e-bay? Yeah, he was the sucker who fell for that stuff all the time.
But these people... man, they weren't even trying to hide how skeptical they were. Seriously, why even bother joining a supernatural investigation club if you weren't even going to give it a chance?
[color=f6989d]”Hello everyone,” said Victoria.
”Most of you probably already know who I am, but my name is Victoria Harris, you can call me Tori. Anyway, it was nice meeting you all.” Victoria—wait, no, Tori looked like she was trying hard not to groan, but at least she introduced herself anyway.
Meanwhile, Head-Bashing Girl --who he had decided was probably Lilith, judging by her voice and the whole height thing, he'd definitely listened to one of her rap covers-- was pulling some sassy looking faces. Brody looked doubtful too—a disbeliever, then. Even despite his excellent taste in watches.
Well, whatever! It wasn't like that bugged him or anything… really, it wasn’t! No one ever believed him about this sort of thing… but that was okay. They’d get it eventually.
He sighed. Even so, it was a little disheartening. But then—
"Hi. This is the S.P.I.R.I.T club right?"Andy looked up. There was a tanned boy with curly brown hair standing in the doorway. Handsome, and a little shorter than him. Huh.
Stay professional, he reminded himself. Stay professional.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then a girl walked through the door. She was pretty tall for a girl.
"Hey," she said, smiling cheekily. Woah, deep voice.
"This the club for mystery huntin' weirdos? Because I got the biggest weirdo of them all right here." She pulled up a chair, plopping herself down in it and crossing her legs.
"It's me. I'm the weirdo."Hadn’t he seen her somewhere before? In the hallway, or something?
And then…
another new arrival? And none of these people were Blær Helguson or Raul Gardessa. Those two probably weren’t coming, then.
But seriously, there were definitely more people here than the eight who had signed up. Which was a good thing, and did make Andy feel somewhat better.
This particular girl… uh, she was really muscular. And that was a looooooot of tattoos.
"Sorry for barging in here but euhm..." She raised one of the S.P.I.R.I.T. flyers that Andy had stuck up around the school. She sure did have a loud voice.
"... is this the SPIRIT club?"Andy blinked, and glanced behind him, at the blackboard. Was his handwriting…
that bad? He’d thought he’d written it fairly neatly, but…
It did look kind of like chicken scratch. And Andy
was terrified of hated chickens, so getting him to admit that anything he’d done even resembled one of the horrible things was already kind of... Okay, maybe his handwriting really was that bad. Whatever.
“Yeah, this is S.P.I.R.I.T,” he said, and grinned.
“Are you guys here to join?”He was already standing pretty much by the door, so he stuck out a hand for the tanned boy still standing up to shake.
“We were just introducing ourselves,” he said.
“You probably missed it, so yeah, I’m Andy. We’re going to go check out the haunted bathroom on the second floor after this.”