[Open] Just another day

[Daren]

Daren's attetion span wasn't a very long and he soon stopped watching everybody else in their turns with the javelins. Looking over to the soccer field, he saw the girl from earlier and a guy who looked like he belonged to his class. "Looks like someone's late for class" he mumbled. He thought he had seen him before but he couldn't be sure. It was a fair distance and Daren's red eyes couldn't make him out in the distance.

[Ken Maxwell]

Ken thought it sounded like a great idea. Even as the whistle blew, and her teacher was about to teach, he didn't feel like leaving. But to some people, marks mean more then to him. So smiling and waving, Ken turned away. "Tomorrow afterschool it is. I'll meet you at the front, okay?" Ken said, and ran off without waiting for an answer. It wasn't like she could say no now, she'd already said yes. Ken ran towards another kid, seemingly from his class.

"Did I miss anything special?"

[Andy]

Andy had just moved to this town, and she was already starting it off terribly. Her alarm clock hadn't gone off this morning, so she woke up nearly an hour later than she should have, and now she was drastically late for school. Her first class was gym though, so she didn't think she'd missed much. They never really taught anything useful in gym, and Andy was good at nearly all the sports they would be teaching, so it's not like she was missing anything. As she walked into the gym with her book-bag over her shoulder, she noticed no one was inside, so they must all be outside doing sports, like she had guessed.

She changed in the change room provided, taking off her somewhat ripped jeans and replacing them with a pair of black shorts, and then removing her double-layered tank-tops to be replaced with a black tank top. She kept her necklace and her watch on, although she did change out of her shoes into more comfortable running shoes, and she took off her hat. Throwing her stuff in a pile in the corner, she walked out of the change room and onto the field, not bothering to get a ball of any kind. She was sure one of the other girls would be nice enough to lend her one, or share it.

Walking out to the field, she noticed there seemed to be two classes, an older one with boys doing javelin, and a younger one with girls doing soccer. In all honesty, she would rather be doing javelin, since she already knew how to play soccer, but that would be against the rules, considering she wasn't in their class, or a boy. So she walked over to the group of girls, easily deciding which one she would befriend. The barbies were not her type.

"Hey, what'd I miss?"

She had asked this to a girl who looked maybe just a bit younger than her, and who wasn't acting like one of the clones. It was always a good thing to make a friend on your first day at a new school, and this girl didn't look too bad.

[Rebellion Van Angelo Devorez]

Rebellion was being escorted by a teacher to observe the halls. Half listening to the instructions/explanations of the school history she noticed the field outside dong some sort of activity. "...what are they doing outside?"

"That would be the PE class." PE class...I never had PE class...then again, homeschooling doesnt have PE... "Would you like to go and observe, Ms. Wright? You might be coming to this school if it interests you."

"If I may.." Following the teacher to the Field Rebellion saw a few students away from the rest of the crew. I guess that's understandable...different personalities produce different cliques. She watched them silently, the teacher next to her yawning as Rebellion pondered if any of them knew Vergil. Not as an friend, but as an Actor. Of course no one knows Vergil as a friend..she has no friends...

[Ace McCloud]

Ace stepped outside, ready for action. The teacher had told him that they were playing contact football today, his favorite sport. But looking at the scene, it didn’t look like they were going to be doing much of anything. All the boys were doing was throwing a javelin, and the girls, playing with soccer balls. Ace slumped his shoulders as he made his way over to the boy’s crowd. He hated this school. So far, nothing they did seemed to make Ace happy. It was like, they liked to see Ace sad, which would explain their actions.

Scanning the boy’s crowd, he spotted Ken off to the side, talking to a kid with red eyes. The kid reminded him of Angelline, due to his odd eye color. Ace took a seat on the grass, and decided that he would let Ken talk first, since he practically knew no one else in the school.

[Ken Maxwell]

Ken noticed Ace walk in the school and slump onto the floor. "Hey... yo man, we cool about Angelline?" He asked, casually. Ken didn't like fueds.

[Daren]

Daren was a bit surprised that this boy wanted to talk to him. Everybody treated him like a freak and shunned him from their 'little world'. Not that that bothered him much. Just as he was about to say something, he obviously didn't want to know because he walked over to another guy who had also come late to class. Shrugging, Daren picked up his javelin and dipped his hands in the white powder in the bowl. Time to get some more distance.

Rubbing his hands together, Daren took the long, spear-like object in his right hand and waited for the clear. When it was given, he again started taking small steps. Just as he was about to start on the longer strides, a thud emanated below him. Before he knew it, he was rolling over himself. Looking up when he stopped, he saw that someone had thrown their javelin between his feet and tripped him, causing his javelin to go flying into the stands. The teacher, who wasn't even watching, told him to go get it and to stop seeking attention.

"I'll show her attention seeker" he muttered darkly as he jogged over to the strands to retrieve his javelin. Several of the 'preps' were laughing at him when he couldn't find his javelin amongst the benches in the stands. "Next time it's my turn, I'll make it go through their heads" he grumbled.

[Rebellion Van Angelo Devorez]

Rebellion watched as a group of boys paid trouble to one particular boy as they made him trip. The Javelin flew towards her direction as she caught it midair, in instinct and stared at it, while the teacher yelled at the boy for something about attention. Attention? He was getting teased by gods sake! Watching the boys carefully Rebellion saw that they'd turned to look for their Javelin. you want it back...you can have it back... Turning to the teacher, Rebellio tugged the teacher's sleeve. "Hey, is that the student council president and the Principal of this school?"

"Where?" As the teacher turned around Rebellion whipped around to the group once more and threw the Javelin. It flew against the air and landed between one of the boys legs as he fell, causing the domino effect. As they fell, Rebellion chuckled slowly and the teacher turned around. "I didnt see the Student Council President or the Principal, Rebellion."

"Oh? ...it must have been a different person....or people then."

[Ace McCloud]

He looked up at ken, and stood up. Brushing himself off, he raised his hand, as if hinting for a handshake, “Yeah don’t worry, we’re cool.” Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a boy, the same one with the red eyes, and noticed that it was his turn to throw the javelin. But someone tripped him, thus made the teacher yell at them, and then someone threw the javelin back, making the boys fall. Ace smiled, and looked back at who might have thrown it. He saw a girl, talking to their principal, I gotta meet her, maybe later.

[Ken Maxwell]

"Checkin out the girls already, huh?" Ken said. It wasn't difficult to see where Ace's mind was. Ever. He had almost a one track mind as Ken had... or used to have... The fact was, Ken knew Ace was eyeing the girl behind him, one he had notice walking in. "Yeah, she has a weird name though, I hear. I could've sworn I heard someone call her, 'Rebellion'. Creeeepy if you ask me."

[Ace McCloud]

Ace chuckled, and put a hand on Ken’s shoulder, “No, it’s just that those boys, the ones on the ground there,” He said, pointing over towards them with his free hand, “Had been messing with that red eyed kid, and then Rebellion, as you say, got revenge for him. Nothing else.” He gave him a innocent smile. Ken was the same as him, he knew it. Always checking out one girl or the other even if they weren’t single, it was what all boys did, and ace was sure ken did too.

[Daren]

Daren looked up to see a girl had caught his javelin. She threw it, quite amazingly if Daren might say, to land between the legs of a guy in his class, making him fall back wards, causing the domino effect. He smirked at that. Served the suckers right. Turning back to the girl, he gave her a look that said 'thanks'. Jogging back down to the field, Daren yanked his javelin from the ground and chuckled at the guy, struggling to get to their feet.

Going again, he started with the quick small steps, reaching out into longer strides. Hurling the object, Daren nearly made himself fall over. Looking up he watched the javelin soar through the air.

[Ken Maxwell]

Beaut. What a throw. Who was this guy? Ken was not a fan of sports in any way, but he knew something spectacular when he saw it. "Holy shiznit," Ken said, with no other words to think of to describe what he saw. "How do you learn to toss a javelin? Does it just come up in everyday activities?" Ken joked, then added , "Kenneth Maxwell." He stuck out his hand to the boy in black.

[Rebellion Van Angelo Devorez]

Rebellion smiled back at the boy who looked at her and nodded back quietly. The Principal looked at her weirdly as she scratched the back of her head and thought of what to explain. "It's er..."

"I hope we will not have such behavior when you enter this school Miss Rebellion. Even as Christopher Wright as your father, the punishment will be the same...however with a few selections." Yeah right...few selections? You'd jump off a wall if father told you to. Rebellion rolled her eyes as she turned back to the crowd, watching what would happen next.

[Daren]

Daren looked up when he heard a voice. Shrugging, he said "My dad used to coach Olympic Javelin throwers" as if it were no big deal. Taking the boy's hand, Daren said "Scholle. Daren Scholle." This was unusual indeed. He would usually be accused of cheating or taking some kind of drug to help. For a reason unknown to Daren, his German accent was taking over his speech, making it thicker, causing his 'R's to roll and 'S' and 'TH' to pronounced as 'Z'.