Scene: Apollo, Daryan, Ema and Klavier in "Metal Gear Asshole"
Apollo: *Apollo and Ema are in line during Lunch block to get their tickets for prom. They've been waiting for a good ten minutes and the throng of classmates around them is chattering away loudly. Above the voices, Apollo is trying to hold a conversation with his prom date* So I was thinking maybe a red tie? I don't know. That... kind of depends on what you'll be wearing. *he flushes* I don't want to bring you down or anything. Heh.
Ema: *Ema shrugs, and gives a short laugh.* A red tie? That wouldn’t be so bad. Though, I honestly have no idea what I'm going to be wearing yet. I was thinking I'd just go shopping for a dress with my sister within the next few days-- and have her help me pick something out.
Daryan: *Daryan was walking down the hallway that leads into where the tickets for the prom are on sale, when he sees Ema and Apollo in the line and quickly backs up to hide himself around the corner. Normally, he'd just go right up there and ask for the details, but Ema would probably chew out Klavier so he decides to hang back and listen in to what they are saying.*
Apollo: Oh. Then I'm going to wait- I mean, I don't want to clash with you or anything. ...That's important to girls, I've heard. *he tweaks his hair-spikes, almost thoughtfully*
Ema: Oh, come on. Do I really look like I’m into the stuff most other girls at this school are? *She rolls her eyes, and gives the boy a playful nudge.* If you really like the tie though, I’ll just tell Lana about it. She’s probably going to be way better at picking something out than I am anyways. So don’t worry about it.
Apollo: Hey, no, not at all. *he grins at the nudge, though knows enough not to return it, of course* I'm going to go with whatever you go with.
Daryan: *Daryan hears the part about a tie and Ema's sister picking something out as he leans over the corner, his pompadour sticking out into the hallway, before hiding back behind the corner and talks to himself quietly* That whore...She gets into one fight with Klav and she picks that kid up instantly?
Ema: Alright, alright. *She returns Apollo's grin with one of her own, but before she can continue, something catches her attention from the corner of her eye. She blinks and turns, but whatever it was is gone now, so she looks back to Apollo with another shrug.* Suit yourself.
Daryan: *Daryan takes out his cell phone and starts texting Klavier that Ema and Apollo are in line for tickets, before leaning over the corner again to see if the two have done anything else since he last looked*
Ema: *Whatever it is, it’s back again, and Ema turns around quickly this time.* What the... *She deadpans when she sees Daryan peeking around the corner, and raises her hands to mimic the shape of his hair.* What does he want? *She mumbles low enough for only Apollo to hear.*
Apollo: *glances up at her motion and understand straight away- only Daryan wears his hear like that* Great. What's he want? *he eyes the older boy warily, casting a glance to Ema*
Daryan: *Daryan's eyes widen as he saw Ema spotting him and he ducks back behind the corner, cursing to himself.* Dammit, I knew I should have combed my hair down before I do this kind of crap.. *Daryan finishes his text and sends it to Klavier.*
Ema: I have no idea. *The girl grumbles, folding her arms.* Whatever it is though, I don't care. Just ignore him, and maybe he'll go away.
:Apollo: Yeah. That usually works. *frowning, he turns away, trying to pick up on their conversation, but he's lost his train of thought* ...
Daryan: *Daryan sighs.* Well, no point in hiding anymore. Besides, I need to get tickets anyway. *Daryan puts away his cell phone and rounds the corner to go into the line for tickets, looking for a place to cut in line that's close to Ema and Apollo*
Apollo: *gives Daryan a look over his shoulder and then looks straight back head, trying to ignore him... But something doesn't feel quite right. He sighs*
Ema: *Ema grimaces, and spends a moment fumbling for a better topic of conversation.* So... ah... what about a ride? I don't drive, so maybe we should just take one of the busses that the school provides...?
Daryan: *When Daryan gets up to the line, he moves right behind where Ema and Apollo are standing in line and shoves the couple that are standing out of line and takes their place. The people behind Daryan started to complain until he turns around and glares at them before turning back.* Hey there, Spike and Labcoat. Fancy meeting you here.
Apollo: *stares at Daryan and deadpans* ...Yeah, how about that. Lucky strike, huh? I mean, this must be a total concidence. *he doesn't try to hide the bite of annoyance in his voice*
Ema: *Ema grinds her teeth, and glances back over her shoulder at Daryan.* What? What do you want?
Daryan: *Daryan ignores the irriated tones in both Ema and Apollo's voice and shrugs* Oh, the same thing you want, labcoat, to get some tickets for this prom. Now, you wouldn't have a problem with that, would ya?
Ema: I don't care. But I'm sure all the people you just butted in front of do. *She folds her arms, and turns with a glare.*
Apollo: Yeah. I think maybe you'd better go to the back of the line, huh. *Apollo lifts an eyebrow up at Daryan, his voice icy*
Daryan: *Daryan leans in closer to Ema and Apollo to whisper* The difference between those people and you two is that I care even less about whatever those two losers do, man.
Apollo: *dryly* I'm completely unsurprised. *he crosses his arms and turns resolutely away from Daryan* Hey, Ema... If this guy won't move, maybe we could come back later and get our tickets.
Ema: *She thinks on it for a moment, before nodding and lowering her brows.* ... Yeah. Whatever. Let's do this later.
Apollo: *nods, relieved, and places a hand lightly near her elbow- but only to guide her out of the line* Let's go. See you later, Daryan.
Daryan: *As Ema and Apollo try to leave, Daryan takes out his cell phone to check for a message from Klavier* Man, I wonder if Klav is busy with his work. He's such a fan of high school gossip, he'd go crazy over the thing I just saw about 2 minutes ago..
Ema: *Ema's posture stiffens, and she's suddenly sorely tempted to turn back around.* Well, good for him. I hope he gets a real good kick out of it.
Apollo: *blinks, looking blank* Klavier? *He seems to have no idea why Klavier of all people might care about this*
Daryan: *Daryan just smiles as he puts the phone back into his pocket* Oh you bet he'd get a kick out of it. Maybe even several kicks, man. *Daryan at first imagines Klavier confronting Apollo with violence over this, but then stops because Klavier would probably make HIM do it instead.*
Ema: Good for him then. *She looks to Apollo, and takes a few steps ahead of him.* C'mon. I'm done with this. Let's go already.
Apollo: Right... *frowning slightly, he shakes his head to clear it, and he leads Ema out of the hallway. As they go, you can hear him mutter* What a jerk...
Klavier: *Just after Apollo and Ema leave, Daryan's phone starts to ring*
Daryan: *Daryan pulls the phone out of his pocket and presses the talk button* Crescend here.
Klavier: The next words out of your mouth better be telling me that Forehead was only standing in line with Ema because he was lost.
Daryan: Sorry, Klav. They pretty much said that they are going to the prom together, man. Took off when I got in line behind them.
Klavier: *Klavier sighs* Well, if Ema wants to go with him... I will just have to break up that little party at the prom itself, ja? Keep me posted D, I need to get to a meeting... If he touches her though, you know what I need you to do, ja?
Daryan: Let me guess...you want me to take him out for a little "chat" if he tries anything like that, yeah?
Klavier: Nein, not this time. Ema would probably tell her sister and that would be bad for us both. Take him out for an actual chat, no hitting... For now.
Daryan: *Daryan grumbles* Fine. I'll let you know if the kid tries anything at the prom.
Klavier: Thank you, Daryan. I will see you later -- you are still up for practice tonight, ja?
Daryan: Probably, I might be able to move somethings around. I'll let you know if something comes up. Later, man.
Klavier: Tschüss. *Klavier disconnects from his end*
Daryan: *Daryan hands up his phone and continues to wait in line, which only moved when Ema and Apollo left.* I knew I should have gotten my tickets in the morning...