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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 7, 2018 19:31:49 GMT -5
(ahh! i love him!
i'm working on an english paper right now so i might not get a response up till later, but keep your eyes out!)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 7, 2018 20:37:29 GMT -5
[ much respect for asa's picture! I wouldn't even attempt to draw humans I suck at them xp ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 7, 2018 21:44:52 GMT -5
s t e v i e
The Ruler
Stevie was a little surprised at the quick arrival of her first visitor. She hadn’t expected that the second she pulled out her cookies the wolves would start arriving. Maybe I should bring treats more often, she thought with a smirk. Then we wouldn’t have to wait 20 minutes for everyone to arrive. But she couldn’t call anything yet, the first arrival was James, a new member. She silently sent a thank you to the universe for answering her prayers. They’d caught at least one newbie.
“Well I’d prefer if you wouldn’t eat all of them before everyone arrives,” she laughed, the boy’s enthusiasm echoing back across her face. “But go to town. It’s my grandmother’s recipe, so they should be extra bad for yo-”
She was cut off as Wally walked into the classroom, his loud introduction helping to dull her nerves. To be honest, she’d been in full panic mode earlier. She’d almost wanted to call out of school and delay the meeting, but her brother would’ve never let her worm out of it. He had it so much easier. He could just stand up and wing and entire meeting, but Stevie, she really sucked when it came to coming up with things on the spot. Sure she could plan for days, but there was an unpredictability when it came to these meetings, and frankly, she was out of her element.
Stevie’s first instinct was a wink, her mind racing for a quippy response. “Hey, if it works.” she replied. “Like I bet almost everyone is going to eat them.” she self-consciously adjusted the tray in the center of the table. “And food is a great motivation for people to return too.” Yeah but Hansel and Gretel missed the obvious solution of just eating what was on the outside of the house so that they didn’t have to hang out with the witch. So in a sense my scheme is a lot better, her mind hummed. She silently cursed her slow mind. She could have made some really clever remark had that thought arrived just two seconds earlier. Now the moment was past-
And Asa came barreling through the door, his hair looking strangely puffy. “Hey language Asa,” she chided sarcastically. “Or no more cookies for you.” The joke came easy, and she forced herself to sigh. Just keep breathing, everything will be fine.
Marcie came swinging through shattering Stevie’s brief composure. She gave a hasty wave to Wes, “Well if you do you own me a cookie!” She gave him her best ‘I disapprove’ glare. “Cookies are supposed to be for club members only,” she added, sticking out her tongue for good measure. She hadn’t missed his pointed glare at Wally or the fact that Macie felt she needed to be escorted to the club, she was just trying to ignore it. She was trying very, very, very, very hard. And failing.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she responded under her breath, unsure if Macie could even hear her.
And then Harley creeped inside, grabbing a cookie and immediately dissecting it. Goddamn that girl could be unnerving. She was the epitome of the stereotypical weird club member. She seemed to be missing most typical social skills, but at the same time didn’t seem immature and childish.
Clapping her hands together, Stevie hoped to grab the attention of the entire club, and waited for the clamer to quiet down. “So hello and welcome to FBC’s first cryptid club meeting!” her voice sounded raw in her throat, and she ran a nervous hand through her hair. “So I’m not sure if anyone else will show up, but there’s no real harm in starting now. The vast majority of you are returning members so I hope y’all still know what it is we do here. But in the rare case that you’ve forgotten literally everything, I’ll start with the basics.” She paused, hoping her lame-attempt at a joke would at least help to lighten her introduction. “So, what is a cryptid?” she asked rhetorically. “Well the dictionary will give you the best definition: any animal whose existence is disputed. The most commonly known cryptid is of course, Bigfoot, but there are literally hundreds of others. What we will mainly be doing at this class is discussing recent sighting as well as old ones.” She paused again, catching her breath. “However, we often dive into the mythology and history of the areas of these sightings, and well as discuss possible flaws within these stories. It’s basically one big conversation about a world of mystery and adventure!” She felt a smile criss-cross her face, surprised to find herself enjoying this. “Now I know we have at least one new joiner, so why don’t we start going around and introducing ourselves!”
“I can start, mainly because it’ll be easier for me. I am Stevie Hackett, and I’m one of the student leaders here for the cryptid club. However, I am also on the Girl’s Volleyball team and am involved in Key Club. I believe in cryptids mainly because I believe that not everything in the world has a set explanation. There are still mysteries that beg to be solved, and plenty of people trying to solve them. So why the hell not, surely at least one of them has to be based in truth?” With an over dramatic hand motion she added, “..and bow! Alright, who wants to go next?”
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Post by Sparky on Nov 7, 2018 23:58:46 GMT -5
James
James chuckled slightly as he finished off his first cookie and reached for a few more. At the sound of Asa's vulgar and exotic entrance, he turned around. The boy looked familiar- he had met him at the club fair. The recognition went beyond that, however, and James pinpointed that they shared the same gym period. Asa's hair proved this thought.
Swiping another cookie before retreating to a seat, James began to tug at his own hair - which currently fell down in waves to his shoulders. His hands worked mechanically to form a loose braid. Other members started filing in quickly, and James struggled to place names with them. He knew Stevie and Asa, but Wally's name had lost him, as well as Macie and another girl who he had never met before. As Macie's brother left, James couldn't help but wonder what happened between her and Wally. None of your business, James thought, dismissing the query and reigning his curiosity. He didn't control his curiosity over the new girl, however, and he found himself looking in her direction multiple times. She currently seemed on a mission to pull out every chocolate chip from her cookies. Hmmm, he thought, nothing strange going on over there.
Nibbling on his second of five cookies that lay piled on his desk, James listened as Stevie began to introduce herself to the club. This was likely more directed towards himself, and he couldn't help but feel spotlighted as Stevie continued. I'm not the only new person.... where's Lucien?
At the mentioning of Bigfoot, James felt self-conscious due to his question at the club fair. He thought back to it, realizing how stupid it had been at the time. As Stevie continued, however, James realized that any member of the club would've likely seen his question as normal - albeit slightly annoying because of their nagging peers. Okay, James thought, everyone here but you definitely believes in these things. Learn to love it. At his mind's disagreement to the existence of Cryptids, however, the memory of the snap in the forest surged into his thoughts. Immediately again he began debunking it. It had been an animal, a dead tree breaking, another human possibly. All of these things could explain the noise he heard, yet none of them felt right... At Stevie's question, James felt obliged to speak. Everyone else would've known each others names - it was his that some didn't know. "I'll go," James said, breaking the silence and raising his hand from his finished braid. "Sooo, uh. I'm James. This is my only club and it's my first year here at H-Firesbrooke..." he paused for a moment, thinking of how to describe himself further, "I'm not entirely convinced that Cryptids exist... or do not exist... I just thought that hunting for Bigfoot would be fun."
There you go again, talking about Bigfoot. He scoffed internally at himself. At least he hadn't mentioned hearing about the rumors that flooded the school. Most likely none of them were true and he knew the people in this club would be the first to believe them - especially the rumors about the town being enchanted or cursed or haunted.
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[[ alright I discontinued the fancy intro cause I didn't like it... ouch look at the time(and I still have homework). What is sleep anyway guys? ]]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2018 13:46:56 GMT -5
[ thank y'all!! i'll work on an asa response momentarily!! ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2018 14:20:20 GMT -5
Asa Cohen "we are the dreamers of dreams."
Activity began to trickle into the clubroom, and Asa ate his cookie by breaking it up and popping little pieces into his mouth. He flicked his gaze to Macie when she greeted him and gave a one-handed thumbs up, eyebrow raised. He waited until he'd swallowed his piece of cookie before he spoke.
"I've been decent," he replied to her, "can't complain, can't complain. How about you?"
He smiled innocently at Stevie, putting a hand on his chest.
"You could never deny me cookies. I am an angel, and you require my services. My cookie-eating services."
The tension between Macie's brother looking at Wally interested him, but he supposed he could, like...figure it out later, or something. Or maybe he'd pester Wally about it! When in doubt, pester the soft lad. He didn't know. He continued to smile lazily, finishing the rest of his cookie before resting his elbows on his thighs and his head in his hands, gaze slowly drifting to Stevie when she began speaking.
It went in one ear and went through the other - he only started paying more attention towards the end of her speech. Introductions! He hated them, but he supposed it was necessary.
He waited until James was done and then raised his hand in a my turn my turn sort of way.
"I'm Asa but like, most of you know that. I'm originally from Israel; I moved here like, at the end of middle school?" he counted on his fingers. Eh, close enough. "Arabic is my first language, and! And! And! I'm in the Art club as well. Um...man, what else can I brag about? Oh! I play piano, violin, bass and the banjo, so like. Watch out world." he gaze a lazy grin, "also I dried my hair under the bathroom dryers in the school. For those wondering."
Aw yeah, nailed it. Asa hadn't rambled that much, he hoped. He wasn't sure! He never knew until it was too late and people had started ignoring him. Such was life. He began toying with the bracelets on his wrist, glancing around at the club members. Kind of a sad turnout, but hey! More people could probably walk through the door, right? Yeah. He'd think of it like that. He didn't mind it being a smaller group; though most didn't recognise it, he was more introverted than people knew. The smaller the better, because then he could hang out with them longer.
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Post by . on Nov 8, 2018 16:40:51 GMT -5
(I love Asa)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 8, 2018 17:46:59 GMT -5
[ Asa is a beaut and he deserves the best of the best. I love it when he rambles and then justifies it with the logic that he could've gone on longer. ]
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Post by sempis on Nov 8, 2018 17:50:50 GMT -5
[ hey y’all I bring bad news. : ( my WiFi is broken and won’t be fixed until the thirteenth, so I probably may not get the chance to write very much. I’ll definitely be lurking so I don’t fall behind and talking OOC if anyone wants to.
Perhaps as an explanation for Lucien’s absence, he could be skeptical about the whole thing, until something mysterious and bad happens to him that points to a cryptid and then he comes to the meeting all rah rah let’s find and kill the thing? Idk. If not I can just have him be ill for a bit. ]
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Post by king rook on Nov 9, 2018 6:23:31 GMT -5
Ice breaker time
Could he go five seconds without receiving a death glare? It seemed unlikely. Of course, the little voice in his head reminded, whose fault are those death glares? Can't blame people for being angry.
Against his better judgement, he gave a tiny wave to Wes. Probably not his best idea, but it happened instinctively. The regret was instant. He dropped his hand and turned back to the club, hoping that turning his back on the other boy wasn't an open invitation to jump him. He shot a look to Macie, only catching the side of her head as she walked past him, not a word was spoken. It was so jarring, to have gone from a summer packed full of dates to not speaking at all in the course of about a week and a half. He stayed at the back of the room and hopped up on the counter that ran along the back wall, his feet lightly dangling just above the ground. He scooted back until he was pressed against the wall, leaning again a cupboard, head tilted.
He turned his focus on the introductions, smiling at Stevie and giving her a little nod and a thumbs-up when she went first. It can't be easy, to be the leader. It's not a role he envied of her, but she handled it so well that she almost made it look easy. The smell of the cookies she had brought filled his head and his heart but he didn't take one. Watching the little 14 year old girl, (Haley?), dissect her's had somewhat put him off of his own. Besides, it wasn't just cryptid club season, baseball never slept! He was always careful about the treats he ate, particularly when he had practice after school on a day like today. He didn't want to let his captain down by cramping during the first proper meetup of the year.
He admired James' courage for being the second one up, despite being a new member to not only the school but the whole town. He felt a sympathetic twinge for the other guy, Wally couldn't imagine moving somewhere new like that. He'd lived here his whole life, just like his dad, and probably like his children would too. If he ever had children. He flicked his gaze to the back of Macie's head and darted it away again. Somehow he doubted that very much.
When Asa went, he snorted with laughter softly, shaking his head in a hopeless sort of way. What a weird kid. In a good way! He loved Asa's energy, whatever it was and wherever it came from. He could imagine the smaller boy with his head under the hand drier, much to the tired annoyance of older students and the shocked bemusement of younger ones. Once Asa finished his ramble, which took way longer than he needed but hey, Wally decided it was time he said his bit. He cleared his throat from the back of the room, hoping it came across as casual instead of stuck up.
"I'm Wally Shepard." He pressed his hand against his chest, "Real name: Wallace, but please understand that you are under no obligation to call me that." He joked, shaking his head in mock rue, "I don't know what my parents were thinking, but they gave me the ponciest name in the world and I make the best of it. I do NOT speak a hundred languages," he smiled at Asa, "But I do speak a little French from my mom." Continuing his joky tone, he carried on, "I personally find the Hunt for Bigfoot a wild goose chase, and a distraction from the REAL cryptids out there ie The Jersey Devil. Apart from this club, I'm also a hitter for our school's baseball team and I turn off the switches that no one is using." Not the greatest intro in the world, but it would do for his limited audience today. James seemed pretty nervous, so the aim right now was to be as friendly as possible. "Oh, yeah!" He snapped his fingers together, remembering something, "I just got my ear pierced." Wally turned his head slightly to show off the little hoop in his right ear.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2018 7:35:52 GMT -5
[ asa can & will ramble about anything always. makes him excellent for essays but terrible for small talk.
oh no sempis ): im sorry that's happened ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 9, 2018 18:19:14 GMT -5
(Ahh sorry for my late reply sempis but you're fine. I'll put you on a hiatus and we can work something out.)
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 10, 2018 12:07:44 GMT -5
(Alright I'm going to wait to get a reply up until later so everyone gets a chance to post, what's everyone up to today?)
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Post by . on Nov 10, 2018 12:33:05 GMT -5
(Hey! I can probably post today. I've just got some chores and stuff to do)
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Post by Sparky on Nov 10, 2018 15:57:28 GMT -5
[ I just finished my competition earlier and I'm going camping tonight but I may be able to reply before dark.
Edit: also apparently the northern lights will be visible in northern parts of the United States tonight. I would love hear if any of you guys could see them! ]
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Post by sempis on Nov 16, 2018 10:36:32 GMT -5
[ hey y'all, just got my wifi sorted out, is this still alive? ]
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Post by Sparky on Nov 19, 2018 0:53:50 GMT -5
[[ I am most definitely alive and would love for this to continue. ]]
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Nov 20, 2018 11:08:26 GMT -5
(I would love to keep going and I think it's my reply?? I've just been very busy because I work at a grocery store and it's the week before Thanksgiving. I might be able to get a Harley up later, fingers crossed)
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