Louis
"You're in my year? Really? Strange- but, I suppose you are rather quiet, so I might've just not noticed you, eh?" Even as he chatters on, it begins to dawn on Louis that the cause of the young man's awkward stance and reluctant responses is probably an aversion to conversation, or interaction in general. Still, this serves to further his resolve to speak to him, for perhaps Ryan might've taken a different path, had it not only been the two of them together, quietly taking every beating and allowing troubles to boil just beneath the surface. At the same time, no one seems to subject Aaron to any ill treatment, from what he had seen, but that is likely due to his relation to the head cheerleader and hottest girl in school, one Amanda Stone. Vaguely, he wonders who it is that Aaron is texting at this moment, a slight flash of frustration across the red-haired boy's face prompting this nosy curiosity. He doesn't respond to Aaron's inquiry about his current state of being, only smiles and shakes his hand loosely to represent it having been just a rather goofy, impulsive motion.
"But I guess that means we may have the same class next, no? What science are you taking? Physics? I'm taking physics. You look like a physics sort- or an Ecology kind of guy, maybe? Well, they are all in the same hallway, aren't they? Come on- want to walk together, then?" Louis continues to prattle, glancing over once towards the other people in the hallway, more to see who is there than anything else. He recognizes the nerdy Elisa, the flirtatious Beck, the attractive but vicious Marjorie, the queen Amanda, the Hockey player Teagan, the bubbly Beth, and then. . .well, two people he doesn't know. They must be new. I know most everyone, by face at least, he thinks, not arrogantly but honestly, at noticing the two he doesn't know. Their appearances are close enough to mark familial relations, certainly. He wonders if either of them will be in a class of his, but smiles back at Aaron once more.
Marjorie
As Amanda responds that she is taking Spanish, Marjorie shakes her head in some amount of disappointment, for this means that the pair will not be in the same first class. "I'm in French IV," she responds regretfully, or so her tone of voice seems to lead on as she makes that slight pouting face that is meant to be seen as somewhat falsified, if only for a bit of exaggeration of her somewhat neutral opinions on this discrepancy of classes. The young woman runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back so that the hair layers to favor one side. It does little to ruffle the hair, really, for she has styled it so methodically that it simply falls back into place, or at least into a neatness, when she has completed the stray action. Noticing that Amanda looks down at her phone and types something out, Marjorie can guess that Charlotte's text had been sent to them. The three basically make up the top three popular girls of the school, being cheerleaders, beautiful, and generally vicious enough to keep others in line. Honestly, Marjorie would have probably made a rather good drill sergeant, were that something that she would ever desire to pursue, due to her perfect organization and ability to insult with little to no hesitation. Of course, that isn't exactly the type of career that the young woman would ever honestly desire.
As 'Raccoon' passes by, Marjorie can catch the murmuring of the word 'bitch' under her breath, something which only serves to make her eyebrows rise with slight amusement at the lack of imagination used in the insult. "A pleasure as usual, Beany," she responds with sarcastic pleasantness, although her eyes have since returned back to Amanda. Still, the intended recipient of the retort is quite clear to anyone within hearing distance of her, and that is perfectly fine for Marjorie at the moment- she'll have an entire year to release any stress on people like that irritating Sabine.
"Should we wait for Charlotte?"
"You're in my year? Really? Strange- but, I suppose you are rather quiet, so I might've just not noticed you, eh?" Even as he chatters on, it begins to dawn on Louis that the cause of the young man's awkward stance and reluctant responses is probably an aversion to conversation, or interaction in general. Still, this serves to further his resolve to speak to him, for perhaps Ryan might've taken a different path, had it not only been the two of them together, quietly taking every beating and allowing troubles to boil just beneath the surface. At the same time, no one seems to subject Aaron to any ill treatment, from what he had seen, but that is likely due to his relation to the head cheerleader and hottest girl in school, one Amanda Stone. Vaguely, he wonders who it is that Aaron is texting at this moment, a slight flash of frustration across the red-haired boy's face prompting this nosy curiosity. He doesn't respond to Aaron's inquiry about his current state of being, only smiles and shakes his hand loosely to represent it having been just a rather goofy, impulsive motion.
"But I guess that means we may have the same class next, no? What science are you taking? Physics? I'm taking physics. You look like a physics sort- or an Ecology kind of guy, maybe? Well, they are all in the same hallway, aren't they? Come on- want to walk together, then?" Louis continues to prattle, glancing over once towards the other people in the hallway, more to see who is there than anything else. He recognizes the nerdy Elisa, the flirtatious Beck, the attractive but vicious Marjorie, the queen Amanda, the Hockey player Teagan, the bubbly Beth, and then. . .well, two people he doesn't know. They must be new. I know most everyone, by face at least, he thinks, not arrogantly but honestly, at noticing the two he doesn't know. Their appearances are close enough to mark familial relations, certainly. He wonders if either of them will be in a class of his, but smiles back at Aaron once more.
Marjorie
As Amanda responds that she is taking Spanish, Marjorie shakes her head in some amount of disappointment, for this means that the pair will not be in the same first class. "I'm in French IV," she responds regretfully, or so her tone of voice seems to lead on as she makes that slight pouting face that is meant to be seen as somewhat falsified, if only for a bit of exaggeration of her somewhat neutral opinions on this discrepancy of classes. The young woman runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back so that the hair layers to favor one side. It does little to ruffle the hair, really, for she has styled it so methodically that it simply falls back into place, or at least into a neatness, when she has completed the stray action. Noticing that Amanda looks down at her phone and types something out, Marjorie can guess that Charlotte's text had been sent to them. The three basically make up the top three popular girls of the school, being cheerleaders, beautiful, and generally vicious enough to keep others in line. Honestly, Marjorie would have probably made a rather good drill sergeant, were that something that she would ever desire to pursue, due to her perfect organization and ability to insult with little to no hesitation. Of course, that isn't exactly the type of career that the young woman would ever honestly desire.
As 'Raccoon' passes by, Marjorie can catch the murmuring of the word 'bitch' under her breath, something which only serves to make her eyebrows rise with slight amusement at the lack of imagination used in the insult. "A pleasure as usual, Beany," she responds with sarcastic pleasantness, although her eyes have since returned back to Amanda. Still, the intended recipient of the retort is quite clear to anyone within hearing distance of her, and that is perfectly fine for Marjorie at the moment- she'll have an entire year to release any stress on people like that irritating Sabine.
"Should we wait for Charlotte?"