[centre] [h3][color=CD5C5C]~Gracie Turner~[/color][/h3] Something about that girl didn’t sit right with Gracie. She wasn’t sure what it was but… But she’d damn sure find out. She had turned back around and returned her gaze on the teacher. She was looking off towards the back of the room again, and- was that a wink? Did she just wink at a student? ...and she was sticking her tongue out now… She certainly was an odd one. Not a bad odd just...odd. Then suddenly, Ms. Hillard was right before the red eyed girl. Right...before. Insanely close, really. Why...at a glance, one would think they might even be sharing a lover’s moment. Ms. Hillard decided to answer the girl’s question. So...not a human. That much was obvious. So what was she…? [color=f7976a]“What am I?”[/color] ...spooky. She went on to explain more details of her existence. She was raised on Earth, but born somewhere else. Alright...so aliens. Gracie sighed. It was always aliens. Ms. Hillard went on to make a boast about making top biologists out of the lot of them...somehow, Gracie doubted that. Ms. Hillard left the blonde’s side and headed back to her desk, calling off questions for the moment. She turned to the class and well…it was time for the dreaded introductions. Gracie wasn’t a huge fan of the activity. Surely there were better ways to learn about the people one would spend the next semester or two with… A smirk crossed the teacher’s lips and she pointed towards the back. [color=f7976a]“Tell me your name, and a bit about yourself!”[/color] Gracie turned around, tracing the finger… All... The... Way… … To Graham. Gracie barely contained a laughing fit. How fitting. The Potato would make a fool of himself twice within the first ten minutes of his being in a class. It wasn’t the most favorable course of actions, no, but there was a silver lining: it could only get better from here on out for the little guy...right? Right? [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3] NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO FUCK NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO Graham took a deep breath. He was fucked. Fucked. Fucked to pieces. Destruction, thy name ith Graham. She heard. She heard or she saw. She knew. That’s all that mattered. She fuckin’ knew. Another deep breath. She had looked back at him and winked. That...that was enough to make the marrow in a man’s bones freeze over. Absolutely nothing good could come from that wink. He was fucked. She knew. She knew what he had said. How fucked was he…? So fucked… Then she...stuck her tongue out at him. And it suddenly made sense. His teacher, his fucking nightmarish, abomination of a teacher...was seven years old. This was a child. A child that could rip him apart and pick its teeth with his bones, but a child nonetheless. … Somehow...that didn’t make her less scary. Graham shuddered. The womanthing returned to its desk, then she said some words and pointed at him. … She wanted him to introduce himself before Gods and Men. Graham hesitated, then stood up. He considered his options here. He could just obey. Say his name, say he plays guitar, boom, over with. He’d probably get to just sit down and that would be that. Meredith Hillard would have asserted its dominance against him and moved on to bigger, badder threats. ... Then there was option B. Realistically, his nonhuman comment? He was probably all kinds of screwed due to it. So playing it safe...it didn’t really gain him much. … Why not live a little? Graham gazed across his class, looking each of his classmates in the eye at some part. [color=fdc68a]“Heya, peeps. I’m Graham...uh, Graham Turner, and there’s nothing I enjoy more than long walks on the beach.”[/color] He caught Gracie’s eye after that part. She seemed mortified, almost as if she knew what he was going to do. She seemed to beg him to reconsider but… [color=fdc68a]“Some of my other hobbies include watching the sunset from a picturesque grassy knoll, indulging in fine wine with a scrumptious foie gras dinner, and candlelight conversations on French film. But I think you'll agree that nothing is quite as sexy as me taking a long walk on the beach. Though my natural fingerpainting sessions are a close second.Just me, some paint, and the canvas. Nothing like clothes or some other bullshit to get in the way of true art. Ahhh…”[/color] … Graham scanned the room again. He was absolutely terrified. Luckily, it hadn’t shown in his speech. He could scarcely heart more than his own heart beating. Without waiting for an order or permission to sit down, Graham fell back into his chair. He never had a problem speaking in front of people. Never. What he took issue to was the look in her eyes. Graham couldn’t bare to look at those dead fish eyes. Oh well. Whatever. He was done. Let the next poor sap try to please the monkey queen. [/centre] [hr] [centre] [h3][color=FFB6C1]~Tabitha Turner~[/color][/h3] [color=00aeef]“So, I guess this means we’re at a stalemate here.”[/color] Tabitha shifted her eyes to the annoying bitch. Was she just trying to get her as- Oh! Tabby recognized the song playing in the chick’s headphones. It was one Tabby had gotten a wee bit obsessed with actually. She was really digging the bass line in it. It wasn’t too complicated, really… [color=00aeef]"Either you two can scram...or I can, which aint' happening. I'm in a bit of a shitty mood thanks to my jackass of a roommate, and I feel like kickin' someones ass. And since you two don't seem like ya gonna scram either, I guess this means we're gonna end up fighting either way. I'll even be nice and let ya throw in the first punch."[/color] Oh no. Please don’t kick my ass, random streeth urchin, I’ve had too much hilarity die at the hands of these Memefucks... . Okay. So Tabby would get to kick some ass today. Perfect. She pulled at her head, cracking her neck. It made a nice popping sound, which was even more perfect, actually. It foreshadowed what was going to happen to the nosey bitch just fine… [color=silver]“Well, I think you’re missing option three.”[/color] Tabbs looked back at her roommate. Option three? What was she on abo- [color=silver]“Please help us! This girl wants to hurt us!”[/color] She...ran to the door and yelled in. Which was...completely against the whole stealth thing they had going on...right? Besides...Tabby kind of wanted to hurt that other girl... … Oh. Oh fuck. Tabby started to grin but just managed to stop. Anouk was a fucking genius. A few people, most noticeably a large, pot-bellied man, rushed into the hallway. “Wot’s goin on ‘ere?!” Anouk pointed back at Nosey Bitch, pouting and blinking. Alllrrriiiigggghhhht….so maybe genius was a bit of a strong word. That performance wasn’t going to get her an Oscar anytime soon. But it seemed to be enough for Chubs McFatso. Or it should have been...something caused a commotion in the kitchen. Tabby suspected Ratboy...or aliens. Couldn’t trust either, really. Tabby just stared in awe as Anouk managed to smooth talk the cook into...well, shit...nothing. It was then that she saw the plan. Just cause a distraction and get the hell out of dodge. Probably the right call...Tabby would have fucked up that poor, confused bimbo, then what? Get expelled? Jailed? Day one fighting was pointless… … Besides… There were bound to be places that those cameras didn’t cover… Tabby felt a tugging at her arm. It was Anouk, urging her to follow. She complied. The two girls took their exit, leaving Bimbo and Ratboy to clean up the kitchen mess. It took a few more minutes of walking, but somehow they managed to find the biology classroom. Tabitha looked back at Anouk, ready to try to weasel her way out of going in first but...well, Anouk kind of just saved the day. Tabby owed her this much, at least. [color=FFB6C1]“I’ll uh...I’ll go first. I volunteer as tribute!”[/color] Tabby flashed Anouk an uncertain smile and held her breath as she approached the door. It wasn’t locked. Alright then. Good as time as any. She twisted the handle and pushed the door in. She stood for a moment, just scanning the room. She noticed Gracie near the front (nerd), but the seats around her were taken. Gracie mouthed a rapid apology. After that moment passed, Tabitha knocked on the door, and looked at the blonde at the head of the room. Her next line was directed at her. “Excuse me...sorry to interrupt...but uh... could you tell me where to find Meredith Hillard’s biology room? My friend and I got incredibly lost and we’d just like to finally get to class. The cooks we asked were no help at all. Jerks.” Tabby decided to take a page out of Anouk’s book and really hammed up the frustration. Of course, she totally knew this was the place. Gracie was here. And… Oh my God… The fuckin’ dweeb himself. Tabitha, as she looked back over the class before turning her gaze back to the blonde, noticed the tiny redhead in the back. There was no mistaking it...unless the school found another ginger dwarf. There were no seats by Gracie, but the dweeb had spots on either side of him… If only she were a telepath...she’d just share the plan she was forming with Anouk. Instead, she just had to hope that the chick for stick to form. They had to torture the loser. The fun Tabby had had making the little dweeb miserable...she could practically squee. Focus, Tabby! Focus… She looked at Meredith and stuck out her bottom lip slightly. Maybe she would find it in her heart to forgive such a tardy. She had to say...if this was Meredith, she had absolutely no idea what the rumors were on about. This wasn’t a monster. It was just some chick. Chicks weren’t scary, dude… Oops. Sidetracked. Again. [/centre]