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Malcolm Seymore

"Haha, heyyya..." -Awkwardness-

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a character in “Come Have A Talk: CHAT!”, as played by Rage&Pride

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Malcolm Seymore

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Full Name: Malcolm Henry Seymore
Chat Name: QBNerd22345
Birthday: 7, December, 1994
Physical Features: Height - 6' 3", Weight - 197 lbs in muscle and brain tissue, Eye Color - whiteish blue, Hair - goldish brown and shortly cut, Skin Tone - beige or (in racist terms) white, No unusual scars (only ones form childhood from climbing trees and such), no tattoos, no piercings, no freckles, Racial Characteristics - He's white and Irish which explains the hint of Irish in his voice and his hair having a golden tint when he's outside a lot
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Personality: Where to start? Malcolm likes and dislikes many things, just like everyone does. The material things he likes is sports like soccer, football, baseball, and basket ball making Malcolm an active and a bit popular. Though, on the other hand, he's a complete genus. Everything he reads, he can remember. He calls himself the human calculator. It's easy for him to understand things, except for feelings. He doesn't like people all that much because he's afraid they'll judge him or he's scared he'll hurt them if he corrects them. Though he doesn't like that, or snobby people. He doesn't like snobby people. Yet he admires them in a way because of all they have. Malcolm's fears is that he'll let everyone down in some way or that he wont make people happy, yet he hides that fear pretty good. He's had a bit of a small crush on Sawer Wren (PatchesMcGoo), but he'd never admit that to anyone. Just as he'd rather people think he's a sporty jock instead of a nerd...yet he still gets picked on about that and about the fact that he's bisexual and an atheist.
History: History is a mystery hahaha ^-^ (will be revealed in RP) (probably wont be too...dramatic but still interesting...maybe)
Anything Else?: Malcolm can be...a bit awkward...most of the time. He works at the local gas station.
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So begins...

Malcolm Seymore's Story

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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Ugh...Do I have to go to school? Blaine thought to himself as he slapped his alarm clock to shut it off. The green letters read 7:45 a.m. SHIT! he thought to himself as he jumped out of bed and grabbed the nearest pair of clean (he hoped) jeans and a shirt from his closet. Blaine pulled his long dreadlocks into a loose ponytail and grabbed his backpack. If he was late to school again, he was going to be in big trouble. Like detention trouble. As he started up his motorcycle, he realized he hadn't left a message for his friends that morning.

Blaine shrugged, knowing the others would understand that he was usually late. He didn't like waking up early, and was on the weekends often the last one in the chat in the morning, but also the last to leave at night. He'd had a great conversation with ThatOneOddBall the night before, and he was kind of hoping the conversation would get him through the day.

Blaine pulled his motorcycle into his parking spot (luckily a good one for the school) and checked the time. Thank God... he muttered as he ran into the school and to his locker. He had two and a half minutes to get to his locker and get to class, which was across the school from his locker. He slammed his locker and skidded into his classroom right as the bell rang.

"Very nice entrance, Mr. Malcom," His teacher said in her normal monotone voice that he was used to by December. He hated science, and hated that he had to take it as a senior in high school. Blaine dropped into his seat in the back of the room and pulled out his phone. Blaine opened CHAT and started to type.

ShadowedWolf has joined CHAT
Hey guise :3 welp, here I am in Science with Mrs. Bitch...She'll prolly yell at me for using my phone...but whatevs...what're all ya crazies up to today?? Blaine hit send and waited for someone else to log on to talk to him. He really hated this class...

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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Oscar Wilde, famous Irish playwriter, poet, and novelist, once wrote that "only the dull are brilliant at breakfast." This, as a general rule, applies to one Miss Sawyer Wren until she has had her daily breakfast of eggs and a glass of apple juice. The only problem with this is the fact that, also as a general rule, Sawyer is not the most gifted in the elite art of waking up on time, and therefore rarely has the time, or energy, to make her way downstairs and try and cook something. On the increasingly frequent days in which she hasn't the resources to make eggs, she tends to satisfy herself with a granola bar and a cup of lukewarm -because she made it using the hottest setting from her tap water- tea. On such days, she is excessively thankful for living relatively close to the school, because it allows her those few extra minutes that can be a make-it or break-it for arriving before that wretched bell rings. Today, unfortunately, is one of those days, and an outside viewer would find a girl with unnatural, but somehow not out of place, red hair lying in bed and staring with a look of utter contempt at her alarm clock, which has been blasting a mix of Jazz and punk rock for the last twenty minutes. Actually, it's kind of surprising that no one in her household has come and told her to shut the thing off. Well, perhaps they have made such pleas, but were drowned out by the music. This is certainly the most likely explanation, and is only confirmed when her elder brother, Samuel, swings the door open and stares at her with an irate expression. "Can you please turn it down? We're trying to sleep," he says, the honesty found in the softness of his voice and the tired look in his eyes. Of course, he more often than not has tired eyes and a soft voice, these days.

Sawyer scoots herself up, revealing that she had fallen asleep in the clothes she had worn yesterday, a TARDIS shirt and black pants, and obligingly taps the alarm button to turn off the music. "Sorry 'bout that, Sammy," she says with a sleepy smile, placating the elder brother who merely shakes his head and walks away silently. As soon as he has left the room, she kind of rolls off of the bed and onto her feet, the act looking both energetic and reluctant at the same time. Everything she does seems to have some amount of animation to it, as though it is her goal to be constantly moving. Or perhaps she just doesn't feel comfortable sitting still, unless she is asleep. Even when sluggish, she seems to fidget, tapping her fingers against her thigh rapidly before making her way to the bathroom and showering. Knowing that she does have a slight time crunch, Sawyer rushes through the shower and is soon in her bedroom and dressed once more, wet red strands of hair sticking to her face as she shakes her head like a wet dog for the umpteenth time that morning, because the towel couldn't dry quite right and she doesn't like hair dryers. After she finishes up the last few tasks, like brushing her teeth and making one last effort to make her hair reasonably dry before messing it up with both hands, the girl is out the door, dropping her board and stepping on before pushing herself forward down the street. When it comes to actual travel, she prefers longboards over skateboards, and luckily hers can fit into the long bottom part of her locker, because it isn't too big.

The ride to school always refreshes her, and is part of the reason that she can look anything less than dead on her feet before lunch. There is a bit of a nip in the air, making her passingly grateful for the worn military-style jacket that she has on, which is thin but effective enough for her purposes. The girl rolls into school with time to spare, skating down the hallway until she is stopped by a teacher and has to hop off, giving them a sheepish smile before making her way to her locker, which requires going downstairs anyway, where she puts away her stuff and grabs a Chinese textbook for her first period class, which is, predictably, Chinese (Chinese 4, to be exact). It is one of those classes, at least at her school, that isn't as difficult as those not taking it tend to immediately assume. This is probably because the teacher underestimates the class's ability to absorb the language. Sawyer started it freshman year because she liked the look of the characters, and is actually decent with it- especially writing.

"老师早上好," (Laoshi zaoshang hao - Good morning teacher) Sawyer greets her instructor with a smile, tapping her her hand against her hip to a rhythm, as she seems to constantly do. She goes to her seat in the far left back and slides her backpack onto the chair to her right, because no one sits in that seat, though there is an occupied seat to her left- the owner of which has not yet arrived. Her camera, which up until now has been hanging in its usual place around her neck, is placed onto the desk in front of her with a gentle hand. The teacher announces from the front that today will be a study hall because she needs to review the projects that some of the students have prepared for a cultural assembly coming up. This is greeted by a thankful, but lazy, murmur from the class. Sawyer proceeds to pull out her phone and log onto CHAT. The first thing she notices is a message from ShadowWolf.

PatchesMcGoo has joined CHAT
Woe is you ^_^ It would be the usual: really craving a snack. Bit early to be interesting, though.

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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ThatOneOddBall has joined CHAT

Have you ever seen that one Scooby Doo movie? The older one with the witch and the Hex sisters? That was my favorite movie as a little girl. My parents never understood why, and I didn't either, at least, not until I was around eleven years old. It was then that I realized that I wasn't like other little girls.

I was Wiccan.


I don't know why I'm telling you guys this. Maybe it's because I'm behind a screen. Maybe it's because I don't know you. But without you all looking at me with judgmental eyes, I'm able to tell you.

Anyways ...

@ShadowedWolf: You said you were in science class with Mrs. Bitch? That's funny. I go to school where the female science teacher is a bitch. I'm actually in her classroom right now.

Speaking of school, who else hates the preps?


After sending that mouthful of a message, Bianca lowered her iPhone and set it on her desk, lifting her eyes to the board.

Darwin? Again? This woman was obsessed ...

However, she could not call the woman weird.

That would be called hypocrisy, my dear Watson, and hypocrisy is futile.

A soft laugh erupted for her lip, painted a deep red with lipstick. Of course, she sat in the back of the room, at the far right table which held enough room for two people. Also, of course, she sat alone, for the teacher had once again placed her alone.

Ah, my dear Mrs. Johnsly, if only you knew how hypocritical you were acting by placing me alone in the back of the room.

Bianca lifted her hand to her face, one long, intricately painted nail absently scratching an itch on her cheek, before she allowed her chin to fall into the palm of her hand. Her black sleeve acted as a cushion, and she absently sucked on a sucker, scrolling through the past messages between her and the other CHAT members.

Of course, no one would pay attention to the smiling girl who sat in the back of the room. Or, as she was called at this school, the "Scary with with a bitch of an attitude who you need to avoid at all costs, if only to save some of your reputation that you may have."

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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"There's no reason to stereotype yourself. Doing math is like going to the gym - it's a workout for your brain and it makes you smarter." A quote Malcolm's father used far too often as he would ask his son what he is in school. A nerd or a Jock. To Malcolm that never mattered, he was him and that was that. Yet, his father would be a hypocrite and say stuff like that. Malcolm got to school early every single day. He'd get there and have an hour to do whatever he wants. He'd usually just go see the Coach and then head to Math class. Well, it was more of an advance placement math class, though he still got nearly perfect grades with the minus of a few homework assignments.

Today, Malcolm had a math test. So, he went and sat in the back of the class, as he always does, by his football buddies and sat back in his chair. He looked around and the math teacher was at her desk, not even looking over the class. She was probably fed up with all this nonsense and doesn't even give a fuck what the class is doing no more. So, as his football buddies talked in loud obnoxious voices about one of three things - either (1)girls asses, (2)girls boobs, or (3)t-bagging someone - Malcolm logged in to CHAT. CHAT, that's where he believes his real friends are.

QBNerd22345 has joined CHAT
Salutations my good friends :) not much goin on here just math class :P anyways @PatchesMcGoo I'd bring you a snack. What you want? A cookie? Haha :) I really would though but I can't cook worth shit. & @ThatOneOddBall I think that's cool your a wiccan. So, you can like do...spells & stuff o_o that's so cool!

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore

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Thanks for the greeting, QB! -.- haha jkjk. anywho, Odd, I love the Wicca stuff. I love the Odd. Also, who the hell cares about Darwin?! I'm so sick and tired of the same damn shit in this class! Patch, I would bring you something, but idk you for one and for two, everything I can cook takes a few hours, in which time you could probably go to McDonalds or something...

Blaine chuckled at his own message before hitting send. He liked his friends, and what did he care if he didn't have actual, tangible friends? Blaine was shocked by the noise of his teacher clearing her throat and saying, loudly, "Mr. Malcom! I asked you your opinion on the Aquatic Ape vs. Darwins theory of evolution."

Blaine cleared his throat. "Well Mrs. Johnsly, if the Aquatic Ape theory is true, then that means there's a possibility of mermaids, right? I personally follow Dr. Shawn Robertson and his research on mermaids," Blaine stood up and paced, turning to face his teacher, his dreadlocks falling freely from a ponytail. "If there are mermaids, I personally think that we should be studying them, not destroying them with Navy sonar!"

Mrs. Johnsly looked at him, eyes stern. "Sit down, Mr. Malcom," She ordered and Blaine slumped back into his seat, muttering about government conspiracies. Blaine flipped on his phone again and typed, quickly: DEATH TO GOVERNMENT! DEATH TO BIG BROTHER! STOP KILLING OUR OCEAN MAMMALS! sorry...my teacher just tried to make me agree with Darwin and I hate Darwin and don't follow typical teachings... Blaine groaned.

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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✍ FELIX MASTERBY
as LuckyMe

The very first thing Felix did in the morning was check his laptop. Even now he was still sitting there in his boxers, waiting for one of his friends to get online. It seemed they all probably lived in the same time zone as him, because most got off as similar times as well as got online at similar times as him. Of course he was up extremely early most days, but the others usually were up when he should have woken up.

Suddenly his computer made a noise, alerting him that someone had gotten online. LuckyMe: Morning my fellow freaks.
A few moments after sending this, he stood and began to get dressed. When he saw more people get online he sat back down, deciding clothes could wait a bit longer. LuckyMe: I'm skipping until lunch, going to work instead. /: Be back when I get there, don't miss me too much! <3

As promised, about a half hour later Felix had gotten to work and was bored enough to get out his Blackberry and sign back into CHAT. If his boss was there he probably would have gotten scolded, but the boss pretty much let him get away with anything and wouldn't have gone through with any threats dished out. Multiple times had she told him that she was going to find a replacement and fire him, and unless it was just that hard to find someone to replace him, she didn't really want to get rid of him. Besides, he was one of the only people that worked there that actually liked music. LuckyMe has joined CHAT For a few moments he stayed silent, catching up on all that he had missed while he was on his way to work. LuckyMe: Who missed me? ;)

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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Sawyer looks down at the phone in her lap, ignoring the textbook on her desk that she really should be studying but instead has been using in order to muffle the noise of her drumming against them with her sticks, practicing for a jazz band concert that is coming up next week. The text that pops up on the screen directly following her own message comes from ThatOneOddBall. It's certainly a lot more meaningful than her own trivial complaint about being hungry, and she finds herself staring at it for a moment before breaking out into a large smile, inwardly laughing at herself when she compares this revealing message to her own. More than that, it seems to be a sign of the group drawing even closer together than they have been, each person taking a step in towards the nucleus a bit more. If only we all went to the same school, or at least lived in the same city. Who knows- maybe we'll go to university together? Despite this optimistic thought, a concern weighs in the back of Sawyer's mind that she won't be able to go to university, having just barely scraped by in Early Admittance, and because her parents have been awfully strict about grades recently. Her C in Calculus isn't cutting it if she wants them to approve, after all. Sage was always the intelligent one, but Sawyer doesn't like to think about that too much.

That actually does sound really cool. Although, isn't it more of a religion than an actual practicing of magic? Gah, I'm probably wrong, though.
@QBNerd22345 Haha, well, I'd settle for burnt toast at this point. Can't you just cyberzap it over here? ;-P
@ShadowWolf Several hours? Do we have a gourmet chef on our hands?


She looks back up to see the rest of the class absorbed in random chatter and the like. The usual whispers are spreading, though she abstains from them. Sawyer is unfortunate enough to have somehow managed to never make friends with the people in this class, despite having been in class with them for four years now. She can't help but overhear their gossip and chatter. "That's waaaay too much homework," "Bianca? You mean that freaky girl? I hear she..." "Ohmigod, Isn't he the cutest, though? I'm totally gonna hook up with Malcolm at the next party, sweartogod," The chatter covers far more topics, of course, but Sawyer is saved by a rather enthusiastic message from ShadowWolf.

Yikes. Sounds like a blast. I envy you not. ^_^; My science teacher is pretty lax, but I've heard there are a few. . .interesting ones at my school as well. Every school has them, y'know?
@LuckyMe: We were waiting with bated breath, naturally. I must now take a moment to compose my beating heart from the sight of that winky face. XD


Sawyer smirks at the text and then goes back to drumming against her Chinese textbook, twirling the sticks between her fingers smoothly before changing the beat to a song that the jazz band isn't playing, but that she has had stuck in her head for what seems like forever.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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With her textbook, she propped it up so as to hide her cell phone behind it. Her face was mostly hidden as well, her eyes barely peaking over the top of it's bind.

Her phone thrummed in her hands, but before she could read it, Mrs. Johnsly chose that moment to call on another student in her class and snap out a question at him. She wasn't exactly positive, but was almost certain that his name was Blaine-something-or-other. With his dread-locks and tan skin, he looked like a mixture between a Native American off-spring, and a pirate of sorts.

With that thought in mind, she forced down a bubble of laughter, her eyes gleaming with it nonetheless. He had a valid point, for she, too, believed in the Aquatic Ape Theory.

At least there are some intelligent people still alive, she thought sarcastically.

After Blaine returned to his seat, her phone thrummed again, and she flipped to the CHAT icon on her screen. What she saw caused her brows to furrow, and she shot a look at Blaine.

It couldn't be.

The twist in her gut and the pinch in her chest told her that it was. This feeling ... She only ever had it occur when she was right about something.

But it couldn't be.

Despite her gut feeling that he was, indeed, ShadowedWolf, she pushed the thoughts from her mind and typed in a quick reply to the rapidly firing responses she had received.

@QB It's a bit more complicated then just 'spells and stuff', but yeah ... It's pretty cool lol

With a narrowed gaze and a thoughtful expression, she continued her reply.

@Shadow What's your input on the Aquatic Input Theory? Jw. @Patches You're sorta right. It's a religion, but we also practice magic and believe in reincarnation and the such. You and I should have a one-on-one talk about it sometime! @Shadow Mind cooking me some food sometime? I love free food! @Lucky I died a little inside every second that you were gone, and was mystically healed when you returned :P

A small giggle burst from her lips, and faces of surprise turned to look at her, the girl who rarely spoke, let alone giggled. She herself was shocked. She just giggled, for goodness sake! She giggled! She hid further behind her book and locked on it, but it was too late.

Mrs. Johnsly had already singled her out.

"Ms. Esmelet! Care you explain your views on the Aquatic Ape vs. Darwin theory?" she snapped, her eyes flashing, "Seeing as you seem to see something as hilariously funny."

Bianca slowly looked around the classroom, unaccustomed to being pointed out, let alone in class. After a heartbeat, she drew in a deep breath and sighed it out as she rose, her book flattened over her phone.

"I would have to say that I agree with Blaine. I believe in the Aquatic Ape theory, and that is that. Instead of discouraging our beliefs in something that is a theory and could still be proven as a law, perhaps you should encourage us, and not use sarcastic, snarky remarks in return to an answer to a question that you asked of us," she said, her voice ever-cool and ever-calm. She left her classmates stunned yet impressed, and Mrs. Johnsly stood with her mouth slightly agape, opened marker drooping in her hand.

With a crimson-red flush in her face, she whipped around to face the board, and furiously began to scribble a diagram of the levels of evolution upon the whiteboard.

With a smirk, Bianca lifted her textbook and flipped on her phone.

Nothing better then leaving your teacher speechless when you have a perfectly good point! Score one for the Wiccan!

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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Blaine was speechless, staring at the girl he'd always, literally always , had a crush on. She was...different. She didn't care what everyone thought. Blaine almost died when she spoke exactly what he was thinking. Holy. Shit. he thought to himself as she sent the last message, the one about leaving the teacher speechless.

ShadowedWolf has requested a private chat with ThatOneOddBall flashed across the screen. Quickly, Blaine also replied to the others. yeah, kinda a gourmet...I like to cook, and I kinda have ta cook for myself since my rents aren't veggie lovers like me! DOWN WITH ANIMAL MURDER...lol jkjk if you like meat I won't hold it against you ;[email protected], brah, you know I miss our freaky conversations that make other people leave! he sent the message in the group chat before moving on to the private message he was typing to OddBall.

So...you're in my science class? BTW, aquatic apes/mermaids are real. Blaine hit send before the regret of it could really set in.

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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✍ FELIX MASTERBY
as LuckyMe34789


Obviously, Felix wished he could complain about work. But it really wasn't that bad, considering it allowed him to skip half the school day most of the time, and he really only had to do any work when customers came in- which wasn't that often anymore. Turns out actual music stores just weren't all that popular anymore, oh well. It gave him more time to just sit and relax, even as he complained about being bored and about stupid Apple making their stupid iPods and iPhones and iPads. He knew that recently, the boss had let most of her workers go because they weren't getting much business. Of course, he could only be thankful to learn that he was one of the ones that were allowed to stay. Unfortunately, most of the others couldn't say the same. Sitting up, he left his phone on the counter and moved away from it to fetch a guitar from one of the stands. When he got back, he placed it on his lap and took a moment to read what he had missed while going on his mental tirade. Immediately he groaned, seeing a full screen of new messages. Eventually he sat up though, and clicked the computer screen in front of him on so that he could access CHAT on there.

@PatchesMcGoo, You guys better not get used to it; not just anyone gets the winky face. :P @BlingBlingBaby, Finally! Someone who cares about my work. <3 I'm in love, come marry me oh-great-one.

Alright, so it seemed sometimes even he could be odder than ThatOneOddBall. Though he liked to think it didn't matter, considering that he had joined the little community of CHAT awhile ago, and they hadn't made a move to kick him out yet. At times he found himself holding back things he wanted to say though, unsure if he should test this new found friendship he had with all of them. It didn't matter though, because he still knew that right now he had not only one, but five other people there for him when he really needed it.

@ThatOneOddBall, <3, we should seriously get together someday so you can teach me some of that Wiccan stuff. Seems mighty freaking awesome. @ShadowedWolf, XD! I'm thinking we might want to start bringing those conversations to private chat, can't have all our friends leaving us. </3

It seemed there was only one person that didn't die a little inside while he was gone, and Felix was certainly not going to miss the chance to play with him. Without thinking about it, he typed out one more quick message to the other boy. One of the main reasons Felix was called Lucky was because he had extremely good luck almost all the time, but he was also very lucky in other departments.

@QBNerd, I see you're the only one that doesn't miss me </3 Is this about last night? You don't have to be shy, I promised to keep that our little secret, :P

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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After spending time taking his math test, Malcolm was checking the messages on CHAT. Now, he wouldn't call the people weird, but they were weird nonetheless. All of them were weird somehow and had their times. But when stuff started turning to religion and stuff like that, Malcolm backed up a bit. He just didn't like getting into religion. He either didn't believe that stuff or he didn't know what to believe. Most of the time it was just he didn't believe, period.

Before he had a chance to keep up with the conversation, a bunch of responses were being sent nonstop. He didn't even have a chance to say anything. His football friends in front of him starting talking to him about stuff he really didn't care about. "Hey Malcolm, you coming to the party Friday?", one of them asked. Malcolm really didn't like going to parties, but he was always dragged to them. So, to respond Malcolm just shrugged and went back to looking at his phone. The football players started talking about the usual stuff they talk about and Malcolm started a response to his real friends.

@Patches haha I don't think it works like that haha,

Before Malcolm could hit send, a few more messages were sent and then a rather weird one from LuckyMe34789. Malcolm, being as smart as he is, could tell he was just trying to play with him a little. So, with a smile on his face, Malcolm decided to play along.

@LuckyMe, shhh! No one's suppose to know about that!

Send. Malcolm almost burst into laughter as he sent the message, his football buddies looking at him weirdly then. "So, you gonna come?" one of them said, almost begging. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Malcolm said "Yeah, sure."

Being forced by football buddies to go to party on Friday -_- I don't like popular people...

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Character Portrait: Blaine Malcom Character Portrait: Bianca Esmelet Character Portrait: Sawyer Wren Character Portrait: Andrea Mackenzie Bonaparte Character Portrait: Malcolm Seymore Character Portrait: Felix Masterby

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@ThatOneOddBall Sounds like a plan to me :-) I love learning about that kind of stuff, actually- as long as I don't have to sit still while doing it. @ShadowWolf I tend to fend for myself with eggs and grilled cheese, because I mess up everything else. Cooking is def. not my superpower. xD @BlingBling Welcome back! An accurate word, but it does tend to look a bit better from behind a lens, at least.

Sawyer glances over towards the ticking clock, which seems to be dragging on, despite the fact that class is simultaneously speeding by, thanks to the distraction of her fellow CHAT users. She had found the sight at school, actually, after getting a lunch detention for trying to break up a fight and, in the act, breaking another kid's skateboard. Well, he had deserved it- she hates it when kids pick on the freshies, after all. Luckily, no one thinks much of it because Sawyer, while not necessarily popular, is known around school well enough. She's the sort of drifter who can sit at most lunch tables without a problem, and can go to parties without being laughed at. Not an athlete or a prep, but deemed reasonable cool by enough people to get by. It helps that she likes to paint nails, a hobby more girlish than what one might expect out of her, and this draws the attention of some girls from the top of the food chain, who enlist her to paint things like sunsets and miniature cartoons on their nails. It keeps her afloat in the political mess that is High School, anyway. She glances at ThatOneOddBall's message of victory and laughs softly, drawing a few brief glances before everyone turns their attention back to whatever they have been doing.

Huzzah! Stickin' it to the man, then? Keeping points, I see. 10 for Ravenclaw! Or whatever house, I guess. @LuckyMe Aw, shucks, and you gave a winky face to lil' ole me? I'm honored @ShadowWolf Well, that's what happens when you guys make my brain implode from brilliant strangeness.

The clock continues to tick on, timing the minutes until the bell rings and Sawyer can leave for her English class. Of course, after that is Lunch, then Jazz Band, Photography, Calculus, and a day ended with AP art. If it weren't for Calculus, she would have adored her afternoon schedule, but as it is she dreads it slightly. Still, she couldn't exactly not take it- she had to have all the required credits, and even schools she had applied to might have raised their eyebrows at a schedule that seems to hint at senioritis. The weather outside is stunning, and this only makes her antsier for the school day to be over, or at least for lunch to come along- that way she can go eat outside or something. Even in photography, she can at least opt to somehow incorporate going outdoors into her project, and make it out of these caging walls. As it is, though, she is doomed to wait- at least for now.

@QB And that is all that is wrong with the world- the lack of food transportalizers. @Luckyme What? You guys didn't invite us?

The teacher glances over at Sawyer sharply, asking something in a strict tone. She's asking if Sawyer is on her phone right now, because she doesn't like students to be on their phones during study hall. Sawyer takes on a look of complete innocence, shaking her head and saying that she doesn't have her phone for the moment. Surprisingly easily placated, the teacher turns back towards the scrawny kid she's working with right now. The coast clear, the girl looks back to her phone.

@QB Sorry to break it to you, buddy, but from what you've said, I'm afraid you might be one of them.

The first step is admitting you have a problem. :-)

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Malcolm smiled as he looked at the message. He admitted to himself a long time ago that he had a crush on a girl at his school, but part of him has a crush on this girl, this girl he's only ever talked to on CHAT. It was weird, but he always figured he'll never meet this people in real life, so he just does what he thinks. That's it, no really thinking or anything just doing.

I have a problem.

Send. He smiled and gave a small laugh as he sent the message. He really did have a problem though, being a nerdy football player and being popular, which he knew he was. He hated it though. He'd always been friends with the outsiders and the nerds when he was younger. But as he got older, he lost contact with them because of football practice. And then there was baseball practice and soccer practice. They eventually just stopped talking because the football players dragged him along every where.

First step completed. What's step two? :) @Patches

Malcolm was actually smiling, a big goofy smile to be exact, when he sent that. The football players and a few cheerleaders looking at him like he was crazy. Maybe just a smidge. He thought to himself.

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@LuckyMe Only always. (; It is set. We shall be married. @Patches I never thought to look at it that way [email protected] Shake whatcha momma gave ya. ;D @LuckyMe @QBNerd Alright, which one of you is pregnant?

Andrea hit 'send' and smiled to herself. Her teacher must have seen, because the plump 60 year old slapped her yardstick on the child's desk and screamed at her. "Mlle Bonaparte! Répétez tout ce que j'ai dit dans les cinq dernières minutes de classe. Allez," the teacher barked. (Miss Bonaparte! Repeat everything I Said in the last five minutes of class. Go.)

The eighteen year old sighed and shook her head, not even bothering to make something up. "Miss," she started. "I don't--"

Her teacher slammed her yardstick once more and screamed. ""Peut-être que vous ne devriez pas payer attention dans cette classe-là. Peut-être que vous devriez être des SMS à la place. Je viens ici tous les jours pour vous enseigner cette langue idiots et les plus que vous pourriez faire si l'attention de salaire. N'avez-vous pas la décence de ne pas payer attention?"

When the teacher regained her posture, all the students pulled out their phones and their fingers started dancing against keys and screens.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING?" the elder screamed. Barely anyone looked up, and Andrea smiled.

"Well, thank you for permitting us to not pay attention and turn to technology," she started laughing right in Mrs. Brall's face. With that, she returned to her phone and typed quickly to her friends.

Then she started scrolling through past messages.

My French teacher doesn't know the language well enough to yell at my class, let alone teach us. I'm wondering who gave her a job here...slapping her yardstick on the desk and what-not like she's a nun...

@QBNerd Try to have fun at that party! After all, you'll be surrounded by people of your own kind. (: congratulations on taking the first step though. You're making great progress with @Patches. Speaking of which, @Patches. Fear not, everyone is invited! A grand celebration it shall be.


Send. Glancing at the clock, Andrea realized the first period was almost over. She managed to catch bits of information here and there from her teacher, who had to be talking basically to herself.

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Bianca let out a soft laugh as she viewed the responses that she had gained. The usual idle chatter that often occurred in class finally penetrated her little world, and she cocked her head to the side, her tongue pressing into her cheek.

"Malcom? Yeah, he's hot, but he's kinda a dork ..." "Did you hear about the fish at lunch? Rumor is ..." "I hear Andrea's parents are ..." "Jennifer was ..." "I can't believe that Blaine really ..." "Wow, Bianca has balls. Like, serious balls ..."

She snorted and flipped open her phone.

Warning: Bitches. Bitches everywhere.

@Lucky I gladly would! When and where, my delightfully awkward friend of mine? We can compare notes and veg out on junk food! lol

@QB At least you have friends to go to a party with, so stop whining. If you don't like them, then why be friends with them? I don't mean to be offensive, but I truly do hate frauds, such as people who pretend to be friends with people that they in actuality can barely stand

@Patch Ravenclaw sounds great to me! Power to the creatives! And you can join Lucky and me and we can have our own little party

@Bling Oh I do so love you darling! Shall we compare notes on how to enrage all teachers? Perhaps you can successfully piss off your French teacher! :P


A pop-up startled Bianca so fiercely that she nearly fell from her chair.

Private CHAT invite from: ShadowedWolf

She cast a glance up at Blaine and chewed on her lower lip. It was quite possible that he really was the one she had been talking to ... Did she dare accept the private invitation?

After a moment's hesitation, she clicked Accept

What he said surprised her, but only the last part, for she had half expected him to grill her on everything that they had revealed through the chat. Instead, it was a simple question of her being in his class, and an equally-simple statement of mermaids and the Aquatic Ape Theory.

If you're Blaine, then yes, yes I am. As for the Aquatic Apes and Mermaids vs Darwin, I believe in the first, instead of the latter. Is there something wrong with my being in your class?

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Yeah, and you're Bianca. Aquatic apes/Mermaids are pretty much my obsession right now. Blaine flipped back to the main chat and looked at everything. Dudes. Bitches be trippin. I hate this school. I can't wait to open my own tattoo shop in SoCal... After he hit send, he realized that he'd never told them his plan of becoming a tattoo artist.

Blaine looked up and noticed some people staring at him. Instead of his normal response of just looking away, he jumped up from his seat suddenly and let out a yell. Three girls screamed, two fell out of their seats, and one guy actually jacked him in the face out of fright. Blaine responded by jumping over the table and grabbing the guy by the collar.

After holding him for a second, he dropped him. His teacher looked like she wanted to protest but didn't know what to say. Blaine, on the other hand, just left the room. It wasn't until two minutes later that the bell rang. By that time, Blaine was already at his next class.

Blaine sent out another message: I. HATE. PEOPLE. Oh, and BlingBling, I missed your spoiled butt!

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@BlingBlingBaby, Just give me a time and place, I'll be there. ;) I shouldn't tell you this but I guess since we're going to be married... It's QB. o: It was his idea << @QBNerd, Sorry love, seems our secret is out.

You can head to school, if you want. Felix flipped around to see the boss standing a few feet away, wearing a smile as she read the messages on the screen. LuckyMe, huh? One day that luck of yours is going to run out, then what're you going to do? She only tsked her tongue, moving off to rearrange some things on a shelf. For a moment, the teenager just stared at the messages on the screen, not quite sure what to do. Then his gaze flicked towards the little clock in the corner and he frowned. Turns out if he left right about then, he could make it to school in time for second period math- fabulous.

The music shop isn't pulling in any business, turns out I won't be missing math class today. ;-; Pray for me you guys!
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Five minutes later and he was packed up and out the door. His motorcycle was parked just outside, and it didn't take long for him to be on it and back onto the rode. Before the first period bell even rang he was pulling into the parking lot, and by the time students started filling the hallway he was pulling his things out of his locker and shoving them into a monster drawstring bag. By the time the second bell rang he was sitting in the back of the math room and pulling his phone back out so he could sign back onto CHAT.

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I'm baaaaaaaack, again- but in math class this time. </3 Did I miss anything special?

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Sawyer finds herself smiling once more at the CHAT, this time at QBNerd22345's willingness to play along. He has been like this for as long as she has been on the chat, and it never ceases to make her smile- none of them do, really. Of course, she is known to be a rather energetic, fairly cheerful, person regardless, so maybe this has less to do with them and more to do with her. The point of the matter is that these people, these anonymous users, make her happy. Chatting with them makes it easier to smile when even the mighty Sawyer Wren can't force a smile on her face without help, and for that she is infinitely grateful for these people whom she has never before met in her life. If only we could meet, she thinks wistfully, before waving away the thought because she knows it to be fruitless- at least for now. Maybe in the future, as her previously disclosed wishes have described, but for now they must remain separated by untold distance and digital screens.

@QB Hm. They never got that far in medical school, unfortunately. I'm forced to assume that the next step is to be completely reformed, and to write a song or an autobiography or something. Better get on that ;-)

Her smile likely rivals the goofiness of Malcom's, though she does not know this, but the girl is lucky enough to not be thought strange for this. Seemingly spontaneous smiles are just 'Sawyer being Sawyer' or something like that.

@BlingBling You should try purchasing a camera- being able to separate them from their environment or capture a single moment is actually really enlightening. Well, probably xD Maybe she is a nun- is your actual secret that you go to an all girls' catholic school? No one parties harder than the preacher's daughter, and all that jazz? XD Hey, I'll play the music for the affair. I don't quite know if my patient will be ready, yet. It seems a poor choice to bring the reformed popular to any sort of party, I think. Poor soul- he's making such progress ^_^

@ThatOneOddBall Suddenly I'm feeling popular! A party and a wedding? Busy busy busy. ;-) I'll see if I can squeeze you two peasants in xD @LuckyMe th-


Before she can finish typing in her message, the Chinese teacher is standing over Sawyer, looking tired and disappointed. She isn't a bad teacher or anything, in fact she's really nice, though she sometimes doesn't fully get American culture, having moved here only a few years ago, but there has been a spike in the amount of cellphones in her classroom, because people don't take her seriously. She's been getting stricter to combat this. The teacher extends a hand and Sawyer, head slightly ducked so that she doesn't have to look her in the eye, sets the phone on her palm, where it is immediately shut off. The girl with the vibrant hair hates to disappoint people, and slowly pulls her Chinese book closer to go over the tones.

PatchesMcGoo has logged out of CHAT

"You can come and get this during lunch. I expected better," the teacher says with a sigh, walking back to her desk and dropping the phone into a drawer. And then the bell rang, so students shuffled out of first period and towards their next class.

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@OddBall Amen. It's like they never stop multiplying. & Why, we certainly shall! Teach me your ways and I will be able to!

@Shadow You're not alone! &I missed you too! Besides hating peopling, how ya doin' buddy?(:

@Patches I really should get a camera. You can come teach me how to find the beauty and see things for how they really are! Trust me, she's faaaar from a nun, and I'm faaaar from being in an all girls' catholic school. Christ would have to help me get through that! Too many females in one place that don't care enough to shower or clean themselves since guys aren't around. Plus, half would probably talk about the Bible nonstop, but the other half would be the party animals. It does seem as if preacher's daughters party the hardest. ;D Oh dear, it's quite alright. Play your little heart out! Lastly, I think he will be ready. He's a fighter.

@LuckyMe Drats. The possibilities are endless! We don't we go somewhere very classy? Say...the local street corner? 3:00 A.M. Don't be late.(;

@QBNerd o: How exciting! I wish you the best luck popping that sucker out!


The bell rang just as Andrea let a laugh escape. It was amazing how her friends in CHAT could make her so happy all the time. They were always joking around, and even when they weren't they were just great to talk to. What was better than that?

Andrea gathered her items and made her way out of the French classroom and headed to her next subject, Anatomy. She seriously dreaded this class. It was such a bore! Not to mention, the teacher was like a hawk and never stopped staring with his big eyes. The thought of her Anatomy teacher, Mr. Cleaver, made her shudder. He was frightening. She was just grateful that after Anatomy she had English. After English followed Lunch, History, Calculus, then Study Hall. Her favorite two periods were Lunch and Study Hall because she sat there on her phone. What was better than that? Plus, the fact that her 4th period was lunch was good for her!

Reaching the next class, she took a moment to stop outside and type a quick response in the chat.

@LuckyMe Nah, nothing special. You just missed the usual. We traveled around the world at the speed of light and saved a village of tiny people while our galaxy was being sucked into a black hole. After we were victorious, we stopped by a restaurant and got some grub. So nothing special.

Ugh, time for Anatomy. Wish me luck with Mr. Hawk! Be on later.(:


BlingBlingBabyhas logged out of CHAT

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The bell rang and Malcolm was off to the next class. English. Personally, Malcolm didn't like English. The teacher hated him in there and he wasn't much of a writer, though that was mostly because of the topics. Plus that's the class he gets picked on a lot about being a atheist. It's not like it's his fault he doesn't believe in no almighty god. So, Malcolm sat there in math for a moment with his football player pals. He checked CHAT one last time and decided to make a few quick responses.

@OddBall you're right. It's not my football pals I don't like though, I grew up with them...sorta

@Patches okay, time to start my new life as a reformed person & go write a song! XD

@LuckyMe nice...aw well they were gonna find out anyways haha

@BlingBling yeah I'll have as much horribly hurting fun as I possibly can haha


Malcolm smiled to himself as he sent the message. That's when Mr. Laggar kicked them all out of his room and he was forced to go to English.

Well, heading to English, aka the home of my torment on atheism -_- wish me luck...

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Malcolm placed his phone in his pocket as he walked into English class and made his way to the back. All the while, students were hitting the back of his legs with bibles. Bibles. There was no fellow jocks in his English class. His English class was mostly full of bible loving, over the top, strict Christians and Catholics. He sat down in the very back of the class and a person from the Christians and a person from the Catholics came over and started saying prayers and stuff like save this poor soul. Malcolm just opened his notebook and began doing his assignment.

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It was ten minutes into class when she received the CHAT message from Blaine. She looked at it for a moment, her confusion evident, before she looked up and out the window of the classroom. A snort escaped her, and it developed into a soft giggle. A look from the teacher silenced her, and she was quiet for only a moment, before she began to giggle again. Her classmates looked at her oddly before they followed her gaze out the window. Laughter slowly began to erupt throughout the classroom, and the teacher, Mr. Harsvali, turned purple with anger.

Uh-oh, better run, Blaine, before he catches you! :P

She flipped to the main chat and typed vigorously into it as Harsvali began towards the door, to figure out what the commotion was about.

Does anyone have advice for someone that's stupid enough to listen to his friend? Because mine is about to get into a helluva lot of trouble because he did what I told him to do - JOKINGLY! Lol!

She looked back up at the door as Harsvali flung it open, and with quiet movements, shoved her books and things into her bag. She slung it over to her shoulder and discreetly slipped from the window.

ThatOneOddBall has left the CHAT.

She landed and flipped it open to her remaining CHAT, the one with Blaine.

Wanna skip with me? Meet me out around the side of the school, next to the bushes that we used to hide in

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It was ten minutes into class when she received the CHAT message from Blaine. She looked at it for a moment, her confusion evident, before she looked up and out the window of the classroom. A snort escaped her, and it developed into a soft giggle. A look from the teacher silenced her, and she was quiet for only a moment, before she began to giggle again. Her classmates looked at her oddly before they followed her gaze out the window. Laughter slowly began to erupt throughout the classroom, and the teacher, Mr. Harsvali, turned purple with anger.

Uh-oh, better run, Blaine, before he catches you! :P

She flipped to the main chat and typed vigorously into it as Harsvali began towards the door, to figure out what the commotion was about.

Does anyone have advice for someone that's stupid enough to listen to his friend? Because mine is about to get into a helluva lot of trouble because he did what I told him to do - JOKINGLY! Lol!

She looked back up at the door as Harsvali flung it open, and with quiet movements, shoved her books and things into her bag. She slung it over to her shoulder and discreetly slipped from the window.

ThatOneOddBall has left the CHAT.

She landed and flipped it open to her remaining CHAT, the one with Blaine.

Wanna skip with me? Meet me out around the side of the school, next to the bushes that we used to hide in

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Sawyer's vividly colored head is fairly easy to spot as she weaves in and out of the crowd, playing a game in which she is a ninja and the faster she gets to class, the easier the assassination she has been assigned. The girl isn't really much for stopping to talk while walking in the hallways, to be honest, though this is probably due to a general dislike for standing still for too long. There is a reason that she seems to be constantly drumming or tapping her foot, and it definitely has something to do with a jittery sort of nature. Darting through the apathetic crowd is a small task for someone so well practiced in it as Sawyer, and soon she is heading into her English class, which she can't say much for, student wise. It is composed primarily of religious fanatics and a few scattered strangers. Now, Sawyer has nothing in particular against religion. In fact, her parents were once rather religious, though they faded to being the 'believes but doesn't attend' sort of Christians. She, however, does dislike the sort who will act poorly towards others based on religion. Sawyer is an agnostic, herself, because she doesn't want to rule anything out for certain, but when she was younger had believed that everything was the chapter of some greater story that no one else had really read in its entirety.

There is one thing to be said for her English class: the debates are always heated and and amusing, even when some of the people haven't got the slightest idea as to what they are talking about. Sawyer admires their passion, if nothing else. As she walks into the class, she is confused by the sight of Bibles. Okay, there are several members of the class who do bring their religious text to school every day, but usually not quite this many. It dawns on her that perhaps they are arguing against something today- when she was a sophomore, some of the students refused to read a book that they were reading because they said that it perpetuated things that God disapproved of. Perhaps that is the motivation today? What are we reading. . .Picture of Dorian Gray? That's what was on the list. They definitely over exaggerate their definition of 'immoral,' she muses, moving towards the back to take a seat next to a jock- the only one in the class.

Her normal seat is taken, unfortunately, and she is vaguely reminded of one of the whispers from yesterday's Art class. "Did you hear? Jackson broke up with Millie," the memory rings through her mind as her gaze slides over Millie, who has taken Sawyer's seat in an attempt to avoid Jackson. Sawyer doesn't really get the point of it, but obligingly finds another seat. Hence, her stationing next to Mr. Captain Of the Football team. She doesn't know him well, and yet breaks out into a grin as she sits down, remembering the girl in front of her in Chinese who had swore to her friends that she was going to 'get with him' at some party on Friday.

Best of luck, Mr. Seymore, she thinks with a grin before pulling out a notebook which has more doodles than it does notes. She begins writing down the assignment, but her focus seems to be constantly breaking- as usual. To try and justify her distracted nature, she glances towards Malcom.

"How's it going, man? Did you start reading the book yet?" she asks. Sawyer has this gift for talking to people as though she has known them for ages. Well, a gift in some ways, though it tends to put some people off. It is more in her tone than her words, though, and the way she tends to lean in very slightly when speaking, as though her entirety is being put into the conversation.

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As Malcolm finished writing down the assignment, he was hit in the head with a bible. A goddamn bible. There should be some rule against bringing a bible to school. Malcolm thought. He jumped up, looking like he was about to pound the kid. But he looked him in the eyes and sat back down. This was defiantly his least favorite class.

Malcolm went back to writing his assignment when he felt someone sit in the desk next to him. It wasn't like he actually felt them sit down, but he could feel their presence, if that makes any since. He shot a glance over to the desk to see a girl. A pretty girl. Malcolm smiled to himself think that this may actually be a good day in the class after all. He shook his head out of his thoughts and went back to writing, his paper looking as neat as ever in his nearly perfect cursive.

When he heard the girl talking, Malcolm looked up at her. She looked like a nice person with that certain look in her eye. Even her voice sounded like the voice of a nice person. Malcolm would even go as far to say she sounded like an angel. "Hey," Malcolm said with his small smile and a slight nod. He stared the girl in her eyes for a moment before snapping out of it. "Uhh, y-yeah. I, uh, finished it already." Malcolm said as fast as he could, though he stuttered slightly. Feeling his face start to warm up slightly from embarrassment, he looked back to his paper and started writing again.

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Sawyer glances over towards a kid who is slinking back to his desk, holy book in hand as he slides back into seat, muttering some incomprehensible words. Honestly, some of the kids here feel like stereotypes that have leaped out of a textbook and chosen to enroll in this particular high school. It is incredibly discouraging, as far as Sawyer is concerned, and often makes her wonder how she will cope with going out and meeting more than a handful of people that you don't have to spend seven weeks with to scrape past the first layer of slime which has been engraved upon them by expectations, media, and parentage. Despite not knowing if she will be able to handle it, Sawyer remains optimistic that such a time will come, and hopes very much that it will come soon. Of course, she is graduating this year, and that means a broadening of horizons. Perhaps her wish is on the brink of coming true- especially once she moves to Baltimore, where the diversity is supposed to be a good deal better than the white-washed town she currently finds herself sentenced to until she has made it out of this school.

The girl raises her eyebrow, amused, at Malcolm's sudden trance-like stare. Her first thought is that he is probably staring at her hair, or trying to figure out why she is talking to him- rather, why she thinks she is allowed to sit near him. Not being well versed in the identity of the entire school population, she remains only vaguely aware of him being the more down to earth of the jocks, and even that vague information seems to lack a name to be smacked with, for the moment. Her expressions changes from amused to impressed when he says that he has, in fact, already finished the book. Sure, it's hardly a mountain of a book, but it was only assigned yesterday. He must have liked ti a good deal to have finished it already. "Really? I started to read it, but got a bit distracted. The weather yesterday was fantastic, you know?" she speaks calmly but with that smile still.

She notices that the kid from before is glaring vehemently at Malcolm, ridiculously enough, and that his bible is angled in his lap so that the title is shown despite it being opened. Taking the chance, she angles her camera from beneath her desk so that she can take the picture without being seen, snapping a photo of what should be a contradictory scene.

"I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ," Sawyer recites, glancing over with raised eyebrow towards Malcolm, her little smile threatening to be pulled into a grin once more as the corners of her mouth dance slightly. The teacher tells her to focus on the assignment before taking what appears to be a pain reliever and lying their head down on the desk.