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Shy High School RPG
WELCOME TO SKY HIGH SCHOOL RPG!
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Febuary 25th, 2011
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Lazy Bones
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Krysta O' Conner
Power: Telepathic
Rank: SIDEKICK
Year: Freshman
Joined: Dec 1, 2010

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 Back Isle Sketchin, OPEN
Alex Davenport
Posted: Dec 23 2010, 07:48 PM


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Joined: 23-December 10



Feet crossed and propped atop a stack of literature books that she would otherwise never have touched, Alex sat on the floor in a library isle with her back against a shelf. The slight furrow of her brows displayed more concentration than she ever showed in class as her hand moved in tempo to the music coming from her headphones, finishing shading in a pencil drawing of a city in the aftermath of a nuclear strike. She'd been working on it all morning because she'd skipped her first class. Between the jostling jet-bus ride up here, her father's nerve-frying teleportation device that got her to the bus stop from Louisiana, and the fact that she'd had exactly zero sleep last night due to an attempted vault robbery with her dad that had gotten them exactly zero money (seriously, who worked out every single mathematical variable of teleporting directly into a vault without researching what was actually being kept in said vault!?!); she just wasn't feeling up to faking even a tiny bit of attention in class this morning.

Finishing her shading, Alex gently blew the excess lead dust off. Reaching into the mostly-empty (she never took any school supplies home and hadn't visited her locker yet today) backpack on the floor beside her, she then pulled out a small aerosol can of hair spray and gave the paper a quick coating to prevent smudging. Leaving the sketch book sitting open on her lap while it dried, she folded her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, getting lost in the music of her ipod.
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Pinnette Pickford-Pickles
Posted: Dec 23 2010, 08:01 PM


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*cough* *hack* *ahem*

"Ugh! What are you spraying that stuff in here for?!" Pinnette was furious. She was in the library to work on her 'mega mathematical equations' even though she thought the entire subject was worthless. She was never going to need to calculate things like laser beam target distance and shrinking ray ratios. Honestly. This whole school was pretty much a joke. It was bad enough that she had to be here at all, working on something pointless, but some stupid girl was going to spray hairspray in her face?

Okay, so it hadn't actually sprayed her in the face, but she could definitely smell it, and hairspray was so grody. She never used it herself. Actually, Pinnette was pretty lazy and usually just threw her hair back into a ponytail or twisted it up in a messy bun to get it out of her face.

She turned around in her chair to confront the stupid, overly-made-up, girl who was primping her silly styled curls or whatever hairdo in the library of all places, and was faced with something, someone quite different.
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Alex Davenport
Posted: Dec 23 2010, 08:12 PM


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Despite the fact that her ears were rarely without headphones stuck in them, Alex never had the volume high enough to drown out the world around her like many. There were a few reasons for this. Firstly; her father had tried to teach her to be paranoid all her life and, while she'd ignored most of it, the whole "pay attention to your surroundings" bit of always expecting an attack halfway stuck with her. The other reason was that nothing anyone said could really bother her much but, if she couldn't hear them and they ended up reaching over and actually touching her to get her attention, she might actually get a tiny bit irked in certain circumstances.

So Alex heard the coughing, though she didn't connect it to her own actions until the peeved words that followed it cut through the lilting melody of "Holy Water" by Big n Rich. Yes, she listened to country music and was not about to apologize for it. She wasn't about to apologize to the clearly-affronted girl (at least it sounded like a girl; Alex hadn't bothered opening her eyes) for her hairspray either. Instead, she simply answered the question in a monotone voice as though the girl (or late-blooming prepubescent boy, maybe) had asked out of genuine interest in an explanation of the motives behind Alex's actions.

"Keeps it from smudging." Though she had still to crack an eyelid or interrupt the steady musical rocking of her head, she did grace the enquirer with the gesture of pulling one hand from behind her head to wave indistinctly at the still-open sketchpad on her lap.
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Pinnette Pickford-Pickles
Posted: Dec 23 2010, 09:16 PM


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The sprayer of the grossness was quite different from what Nettie had been expecting. This girl was either as lazy as Pinnette herself or had some sort of belief in 'natural beauty' and that kind of thing. She wasn't using the spray on her hair at all, but on a drawing. Pinnette glanced at the sketch and was surprised even further to see that it was pretty neat. The devestated streets and fractured city skyline appealled to her negative personality. It was exactly the sort of thing that she would draw if she'd had any talent in that direction. Well, that or numerous sketches of Nathan Fillion's character in Castle.

Forgetting her irritation, Nettie snatched up the notebook, not stopping to think that it might be rude to grab something of someone's without their permission. She never stopped to think about things like that. "Neat." she said, studying the melted glass and twisted metal. "Nuclear Fallout?"
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Alex Davenport
Posted: Dec 23 2010, 09:43 PM


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Feeling the sketchbook leave her legs, Alex cracked one eye open and confirmed that the questioner was in fact a girl. Pretty too, as far as she was concerned, though obviously disinterested in making much of it. She couldn't fault her there; who really cared, right? She was also impulsive, judging from the way she'd grabbed the drawing. Alex liked that because, while most people would ask first, its exactly what she would do in the other girl's place... assuming she was actually interested enough to check it out.

"Oh. Thanks." Alex offered noncommittally in response to the assessment of her artwork as "neat", both eyes now open but her position otherwise unchanged. She was still musing on her new acquaintance. Alex's dad probably would have taken a swing at anyone making a swift move into his personal space like that snatch. Of course, he probably would have missed. Alex herself didn't even feel the smallest twinge of discomfort at the other girl's actions, though she was confident that she could have connected a strike in time if she'd wanted to. While never as interested in the whole fighting scene as her over-eager father, she'd ironically always excelled more than he himself at the combat training she'd reluctantly kept up with at his insistance.

"Yup." Alex confirmed her companion's query on the subject of the sketch, giving a nod that ended the in-tempo bob of her head as she thumbed the pause on her ipod.

"Or at least what I imagine it'd look like," she added as an afterthought. There was the faintest hint of disappointment in her otherwise-flat tone of voice because, despite how very many times her father had planned or threatened nuking some place, she did have to rely on imagination for lack of any actual experience witnessing such a thing. Seeing as she'd already committed to interaction enough to turn off her music, however temporarily, Alex decided she might as well introduce herself.

"I'm Alex, by the way." She flashed a limp peace sign, instead of reaching over for a handshake or anything, to accompany the disinterested-sounding greeting.
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Pinnette Pickford-Pickles
Posted: Jan 3 2011, 05:32 AM


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It was a neat drawing, but the more Pinnette studied it, the more uncomfortable she became. How could this girl know what the effects looked like? It was looked so realistic ... Was that her super power? Was she nuclear girl. It made Pinnette want to move her chair to the other side of the library. She was the sort who even got nervous about x-rays at the dentist and asked for more than one protective covering for her important organs.

"You can't actually ... I mean ..." she began falteringly, but the girl had already begun speaking.

"Or at least what I imagine it'd look like,"

and she breathed an internal sigh of relief. That probably wasn't Alex's super power after all.

"Pinnette." Nettie supplied her name in turn, though she looked a little askance at the half-hearted peace sign Alex shot in her direction, she hadn't been about to shake hands either. The freshman girl went back to studying the drawing. It was so detailed. Perhaps she'd been to quick to dismiss the possibility of 'Nuclear Girl'. Maybe Alex just 'imagined' what it would look like because she hadn't nuked anything yet. Was she about to start? Would she start here with this library? Was Pinnette about to be toasted?

Why was Pinnette so paranoid about super powers?

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Alex Davenport
Posted: Jan 15 2011, 01:04 AM


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Pinette..?” An expression that actually resembled genuine interest wafted across her features as Alex briefly stuck out her lower lip and raised her brows in contemplation. Readjusting slightly so that the edge of her book stack stopped digging into the same spot of her heels, she ran her fingers through her hair and pushed it back, to tuck behind her ears and out of the way, before folding them together behind her head once more.

Neat name, unusual ’n all.” She didn’t add unlike Alex, as self-effacing comments didn’t accomplish anything in her opinion. Still, her own name was hardly unique. Of course, that was kind of the point. Alexandria, after Alexander the Great: conqueror, leader, military genius. Her dad loved to aim high and hit low and she wasn’t even the most impressive example of that… which, on the subject of her father’s failed ventures, brought her to the thought of powers.

So…” Alex twisted her headphone chord around the index finger of one hand absently, “what do you do? Power-wise, I mean.” After all, she was pretty certain she weren’t any other students here without abilities and, unlike class work and most everything else, what her peers were capable of was actually of interest to Alex; these were likely to be the generation of heroes she’d be dealing with when she, however reluctantly, took over her dad’s questionable super villain mantle.
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