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[sceltwarlord]

Khary likes to do things just to mess with people. Sitting down on any furniture in the main room, or at the island in the kitchen, will result in a rather sudden and alarming change. Khardeen may not be entirely sure what he was doing - it was more just tweaking things around, playing some games, he probably intended some simple young children (

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[elven_irs]

Here's the resident bully. He never talks to anyone save to insult them, only respects a select few, systematically undermines authority. He's wearing a bandanna over unruly hair and a leather jacket that looks like he got it at a thrift store.

He's brooding and cleaning his nails with the tip of his flick knife. Be careful, young folks. This teen will squash you under the tip of his biker boots, first chance he gets.

[thenotsofair]

He comes wandering out the double doors scrubbing a hand through hair that used to be neat and frowning at a piece of paper before crumpling it up and shoving it in his pocket. He needs to start copying Curufin's answers again, at least his brother gets them right and then he wouldn't have to go home and explain to his father why he's not passing math.

However, he does brighten a little on seeing that figure, perhaps surprisingly, and goes over to tweak his leather jacket playfully. "Hey, little bro. Any chance I can talk you into coming to practice with me today?"

[elven_irs]

"Don't touch the jacket," little brother replies, but it's really mostly for form. "What, you want to make me lose my temper again?" He's mainly trying to get the brother to insist.

You know. Bullies have self-esteem issues too.

[thenotsofair]

Tyelko laughs, amused, and pops the collar just to piss him off a little. "No, I think you'd have fun. Come on. What are you doing instead? And cleaning your nails doesn't count."

A little nudge with his shoulder.

[winter_came]

Young Ned, your dear Chess Club President (never mind that it only has three members), has currently lost his glasses. Therefore, he is presently squinting at the universe, trying to figure out where they are.

He alas can't see very well, and is making a mess of the notes he was making for his algebra final.

He really, really, really could use a hand.

[redviperofdorne]

Someone comes over, plucks the pen away, and dangles the glasses in front of Ned's nose, probably watching his eyes cross with a touch of slightly nasty amusement. "Missing something, Neddo," says Oberyn, who apparently bored enough to venture into wherever he's hanging out looks almost delighted to find entertainment. "Looking a little short-sighted."

[winter_came]

He reaches to take the glasses, typist willing. "Oh, there they were. Thank you so much..."

He's alas not really acknowledging the taunt. It may or may not be on purpose.

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn draws the glasses away and proceeds to try them on. "I don't understand how you can wear these at all. They're pretty damn uncomfortable."

[hourglasspriest]

If this were an attack and he'd been expecting it, it never would have worked. Instead, a weary Saetan sat down in the main room. A substantially younger person stands up, running his fingers through his tousled back hair. He's wearing a suit yet, but somewhat geekier. He takes another chair and pulls out a notebook, watching everyone else and taking notes. Editor of the school newspaper was a thankless job, but it did let one keep an eye on people.

[cyranosavignien]

And here's the quite, ugly kid. He's finally worked the nerve to walk up to the Man Who Can Change His Life.

If he gets just one of his poems out, just one, maybe everything will change. Maybe people will stop making fun of his nose.

He's fidgeting nervously, poem in hand, not very far from Said Man.

And not really daring to come closer.

[hourglasspriest]

Taking notes and watching people means that he can't fail to notice. "Did you want something?"

[cyranosavignien]

He colors a little. "Hm. I was wondering if -- when is the next deadline?"

[kamloops_rose]

The Hippie Girl makes us all think we're still stuck in the past. She doesn't believe in eating meat, and she likes to hug trees.

What is Delilah doing, at the moment? If you had a guess?

Yes. She's hugging a tree, blissfully. And she's again a sweet sixteen.

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn is outside, of course, probably leaning against another tree. He stubs out his cigarette, half smiling at Delilah. "Might need some extra arms to reach around that," he murmurs, one eyebrow just half quirked, standing in classic 'cocky asshole' posture, hips slightly out and shoulders curled down. His jacket hangs open and today his shirt is the Sex Pistols, though someone has crossed out the 'Pistols' part in Sharpie.

[kamloops_rose]

She turns around, glances at the bad boy. "It's not the point. The point is to be one with nature." She glances at the stub. "You should pick that up. It takes seven years for a cigarette butt to decay."

[redviperofdorne]

He glances at it. "Seven years isn't that long." Easily. He straightens. "Besides. How do you know it's not biodegradable or whatever?"

[fairy_fingers]

She doesn't dress like everyone else. She has a funny accent. She spent two months in 'Language Assistance Class'. The Foreign Exchange Student is, well... foreign. Like an alien dropped off on earth and abandoned in the jungle.

She's sweet, but she's shy. She's smart, but she has troubles expressing herself.

More than everything else, she's lonely and she wants to go home. And it's still another six months away.

[eldeststark]

Stark, class president, to the rescue!

He doesn't know an ounce of French or anything about France, but whatever, he just wants to be helpful, and hence next time he sees her he will bound to catch her before she flutters off. "Hello - uh -"

He suddenly and horribly finds that he doesn't quite know her name.

[fairy_fingers]

"Bonjour," she replies, with that strongly accented, soft voice of hers, the one he's barely ever heard in class. She colors a bit, and is ready for a hasty retreat, even if this one has never been mean to her.

There are scary people in the class.

[eldeststark]

He turns bright red, promptly, and looks excruciatingly embarrassed, which probably isn't helping her. "--uh - I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name, ever..."

Oh, great job, you're doing fantastic at this. :|