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entrancelogs2014-07-13 09:26 pm
notthesecondworstfighter) wrote in entrancelogs2014-07-13 09:26 pm
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[OPEN] event catch-all!
Who: Agent David Washington (class 3-1) and YOU!
Where: Throughout the school.
When: The duration of the event.
Rating: we'll go with pg-13 for now?
Summary: Catch-all for the event! Hang out with the well-meaning dorky kid, take advantage of his gullibility, do homework/study with him, whatever!
The Story:
(Option A) In the library;
[Once classes let out for the day, Wash makes his way down to the library. He could go back to his room instead, or even out to hang out with the other students and have some fun, but he doesn't. Some days he does, but he has too much homework tonight and he wants to get it out of the way as soon as possible to ease his anxiety. If he went off to have fun, he'd just end up thinking about his homework and fretting the entire time, anyway.
He takes one of the free tables in the library and drops his bag down to the floor. Books and papers are then extracted and set out in front of him in a very neat, very organized fashion. Almost anally so. He's a bit of an organization freak, big deal.
Setting to work, other students are more than free to come up to him and interrupt for whatever reason, or even join him in working on homework. He'll even offer to help if the latter is the case!]
(Option B) In the halls between classes;
[Always such a rush to get to and from each class. The halls so congested, it's hard not to step on someone's foot at least once a day. Though Wash has been in this school for three years at this point, he still hasn't found it any easier to push his way through the crowd, and sometimes it makes him a little late to class. Sometimes.
Tugging on the strap of his bag so it sits higher on his shoulder, his hand keeps a firm grip on it and he tries to break through the groups of other students, muttering quiet "excuse me" and "pardon me"s.
In a moment of stupidity, he glances back over his shoulder, something he should really know not to do by now. But it happens, and he ends up slamming into someone, hard. Sent stumbling backwards, the shock leaves Wash silent for a few moments and he turns wide-eyes on who he's just hit. Then the apologies come sliding out, lacking grace.]
Oh god, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going-- Are you okay?
(Option C) Choose your own adventure! Run into Wash anywhere, anytime!;
[ooc: replies will be coming fromwashing.]
Where: Throughout the school.
When: The duration of the event.
Rating: we'll go with pg-13 for now?
Summary: Catch-all for the event! Hang out with the well-meaning dorky kid, take advantage of his gullibility, do homework/study with him, whatever!
The Story:
(Option A) In the library;
[Once classes let out for the day, Wash makes his way down to the library. He could go back to his room instead, or even out to hang out with the other students and have some fun, but he doesn't. Some days he does, but he has too much homework tonight and he wants to get it out of the way as soon as possible to ease his anxiety. If he went off to have fun, he'd just end up thinking about his homework and fretting the entire time, anyway.
He takes one of the free tables in the library and drops his bag down to the floor. Books and papers are then extracted and set out in front of him in a very neat, very organized fashion. Almost anally so. He's a bit of an organization freak, big deal.
Setting to work, other students are more than free to come up to him and interrupt for whatever reason, or even join him in working on homework. He'll even offer to help if the latter is the case!]
(Option B) In the halls between classes;
[Always such a rush to get to and from each class. The halls so congested, it's hard not to step on someone's foot at least once a day. Though Wash has been in this school for three years at this point, he still hasn't found it any easier to push his way through the crowd, and sometimes it makes him a little late to class. Sometimes.
Tugging on the strap of his bag so it sits higher on his shoulder, his hand keeps a firm grip on it and he tries to break through the groups of other students, muttering quiet "excuse me" and "pardon me"s.
In a moment of stupidity, he glances back over his shoulder, something he should really know not to do by now. But it happens, and he ends up slamming into someone, hard. Sent stumbling backwards, the shock leaves Wash silent for a few moments and he turns wide-eyes on who he's just hit. Then the apologies come sliding out, lacking grace.]
Oh god, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going-- Are you okay?
(Option C) Choose your own adventure! Run into Wash anywhere, anytime!;
[ooc: replies will be coming from
washing.]
B. Because how can I resist this (she's from class 2-2)
Integra hit the ground hard after she crashed right into the older student. She winced expecting to be trampled on but thankfully that platinum blond hair made her easy to spot even through the sea of bodies rushing to their classroom. Her bag had been the culprit of why she had fallen. Sure, the hit had been rough but one step out of balance and her heavy book bag had pulled her down. She adjusted her glasses before looking up at the boy with a mildly annoyed look.]
I'm fine. [Somewhat. She got to her feet.]
ahhh wonderful! c: so sorry for the lateness though!
...Are you sure? That sounded like a pretty hard fall. [Which. He knows was his fault and he feels really bad, so if she needs the nurse or something, he'd be happy to take her. The fact that he's going to be running late for class at this point doesn't even cross his mind.] Do you need any help? I can take you to the nurse! Or--or I can carry your bag to your class for you.
[It's kind of obvious that he really wants to make it up to her with more than just an apology. Even if he's the older student here, he's finding himself a little intimidated.]
No worries!
<3
[Duh. All the more embarrassed now, he feels his face warming as he shuffles closer to her and takes her hand. Allowing her to pull herself up with it while he pulled her as well, he immediately resorts back to apologies.]
Sorry.
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It's all right. [And of course the awkward staring silence commences.]
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...Are you sure? [He finally breaks the silence, chancing meeting her gaze for a moment before his eyes dart away again.] You're, uhm. You're staring at me kind of like it isn't.
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That bump hurt a lot more than I'm willing to admit. Who are you, exactly? Were some bullies chasing you?