Idiot... Next time maybe look inside the room before asking something. If she had only just looked at the schoolboard she would have seen that this was indeed the SPIRIT meeting. Atleast no one really seemed to care. Well, no one except for that one small girl who's head looked like it had been banged against a wall or something like that. She's kinda rude though, to just boo at someone you havent even met yet. Ooh well, could have been worse.
Speaking about the other people, Eliza was quickly scanning the other people in the room. At first there was the club prez, or Andy as he was apparently called. He seemed like a nice guy, abit of a slob though but that doesnt mean he isnt a nice guy to hang out with. He seemed pretty darn excited about starting up this club and why wouldnt he? The occult is awesome and anyone who thinks otherwise... Well to each their own, right?
Before Eliza could do a quick check up on any of the others her train of thought got interupted by one of the students introducing themselves. A red headed girl introduced herself as Sidney and apparently she was the school's "reporter". She wanted to disprove the paranormal activities. Well, best of luck on that missy but did she really just join this club to spoil the fun of others? Kinda sad really. Didnt she have anything better to do?
Well, it didnt really matter to Eliza. She knew the occult was real. Every culture in the world has some kind of story about paranormal creatures, that's too much of a coincidence. Anyway, Eliza made her way into the class room and decided to sit down somewhere. To her right there was this guy who wore some fancy clothes and had a pretty nice golden watch. He looked like he took good care of himself and Eliza could respect that in a guy. But there was something off about this guy, he looked like one of those condecending pricks from her old school. But she didnt know him yet so until then she would give him the benefit of the doubt and try to be kind to him.
She started to sit down more comfortable, stretching her legs infront of her and folding her arms as she listened to some other people introducing themselves. First one other guy introduced himself as Connie, he seemed like a nice guy. Pretty relaxed and all. After him the girl who had earlier booed at Eliza introduced herself. A very short introduction from her and...
Eliza tensed for a moment. Did she hear that right? Eliza didnt know who this "Brody" was but did this Lilith just call him a faggot? She clenched her fists.
"Ooh haha, how funny." she mumbled to herself. If there was one thing Eliza hated, it's judging people because they are "different". It didnt matter if it was on racial grounds or religious, hating on people for being different is just wrong.
Eliza was getting so worked up about this that she nearly missed the introduction of another girl, Deborah, or Debs as she apparently preffered to be called. Debs looked like she could use some sleep to be honest, those bags under her eyes didnt look healthy. Anyway, she seemed like a nice girl and although she was sceptical about the paranormal she did seem to be interested in it. Well, that's good. Atleast we have some people who didnt join up just to laugh.
It turned quiet for a while. This was the excelent moment to introduce herself. She lifted her right hand up, it had a very detailed spider tattoo on it which looked like it was about to run across her arm. She let out a soft cough as she tried to get the attention of some of the people.
"Heya people!", she practically yelled,
"my name is Elizabeth Falke. Most of you probably dont know me cause I just joined Edison High this week. I'm from Germany and as you might have guessed from my attire I'm what you could consider a Metalhead" She smiled at the people in the classroom.
"I'm looking forward to working with all of you as we're gonna do our research into the occult."Eliza folded her arms again.
"Besides that I dont really have alot to add at the moment but if you've got any questions you can always ask." She smiled widely as she would listen at the next person.