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"Daaaaad," Diana whined once she believed she was out of earshot of the students. "You're gonna give yourself an aneurysm," she glanced back as unsuspiciously as possible, fairly certain there were no students behind her-- Oh, who the hell was she kidding. She'd looked back too fast to see, and she was afraid to steal another glance, lest she make the situation seem even more suspicious. Hopefully she was being quiet enough not to be heard... Damn these halls liked to bounce sound, didn't they?


"I can do it, alright? I've made it happen before, you've seen it! Now I'm doing the same thing, just without you being there. Stop worrying, I can already see you balding due to the stress," she quipped good-naturedly at her stern looking father. "Seriously, dad. I got this. Downtown. Midnight. Easy-peasy."


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Why does it seem that girl always gets a pass? Correy grumbled inwardly as she followed Wally. She didn't care for clubs, didn't really wanna be part of one, and was in an inner cycle of grumbling hatred against schoolical tyranny when Wally said something rather weird.


What's Urban Exploration? It sounded sketchy at best. Correy suddenly grinned, the first good thing that had happened all day. It wasn't a sweet grin, it was totally a secret-evil-plan grin. She caught herself a little too late, forcing it down, hoping that no-one had seen. A small slip. Easily rectifiable.





"Trust me guys, this is the best option..."


He had always been a good guy, hadn't he? When they were kids... Even now... Here he was, taking the mantle, trying to help some of the newbies out without wanting anything in return. The idiot... he had always been like this... Guess some people didn't change.


She didn't doubt for a second she could trust his word, and Correy doubted near everything. A quick glance at the board (old habits died hard) told her he was essentially right. "So, mandatory, huh?" she managed to say in a breezy but resigned way, even though she was pretty much bubbling with secret-evil-getback plans if this 'Urban Exploration' club didn't turn out to be the sketchfest she thought it was going be.


Grabbing one of the pens that were pinned up and tied to the board, she signed up for the Urban Exploration. Here goes nothing.


 
Belle, only realizing mid-sprint she had no clue where to go. Luckily Wally took the lead. When he began to half-walk half-run, it reminded Belle that she could get detention for running. She'd just gotten OUT of detention. Belle slowed down, gnawing on her lip nervously as she looked around, hoping no teachers had seen. Belle let out a cry as they got to the sign-up board. The art club was completely full. Photography, too. "Noooo..." She whined, pounding a fist on the wall in agony. Even the sewing club was completely filled! "Whhyyyyy.." She cried softly, making sure not to yell. No more detentions for today. Please.


"Trust me guys, this is the best option, the other options are uh...basically signups as labor for the school." "So, mandatory, huh?" It took a lot of effort for Belle not to sob right then and there. All her hopes of joining after school clubs that would actually INTEREST her, so she would have something to look forward too after the school day.. her hopes had been crushed. "I don't want to join some dumb Urban Exploration thingy!" She whined. Realization settled in on Belle. Her father would be very mad if she didn't sign up for any clubs at all.


Grumbling, once Correy and Wally had scribbled their names on the signup list, she took the pen and did the same. Very, very slowly. Maybe while everyone was doing some stupid Urban Exploration she could persuade the teacher to let her draw what they were examining or something. It was a start.


"You guys want to eat in the courtyard or something? I'm starved." Belle nodded. "Yeah, I'm hungry." She sighed, her cheery tone was certainly not present any longer. The whole getting detention and then no clubs dealio had really dampened her mood.
 
And just as soon it came to be that as soon as the ever so generic group of delinquents arrived, they were all taking their leaves for the sake of “club activities.” It hadn't occurred to Christina until she'd become one of the few people left in the room, her hood still down, that in all of her trifles in attempting to make it to school earlier than the rest of the kids in her class, she'd completely neglected the “advantageous opportunity” that she could've used to sign up for clubs instead of wasting time waiting for the students to arrive that very same morning. With a groan, the girl picked herself up and quietly trudged behind her classmates, dreading the possibilities of what clubs may await her.


It always did perplex Christina so as to why clubs were mandatory, as if the board of education didn't mandate enough pointless schoolwork that occupied enough of the girl's time that she would've much rather spent napping with Sparky at the foot of her bed. Despite how tantalizing such a thought was, she had to make due with what she could. Whilst walking, she overheard the discussions of the people ahead of her. That boy, Wally, despite his visibly platitudinous nature, seemed to know more about club activities than his initial notions would've led one to believe. He mentioned a club that revolved around something referred to as Urban Exploration.


“Ew...” Christina thought, grimacing at the possibilities of what the terminology for such a club could possibly allude to, “I really hope they don't plan on dragging me through the crummy parts of this town in the hopes that we can better our community or something nettlesome like that.” She'd been the last one to make it to the sign-ups board, not even bothering to look into any other clubs, granted that there was no gratification to be had from joining any of them to begin with. She simply glared at the Urban Exploration area with a sigh, eventually taking the free pen in hand and writing her name on the sign-up sheet before turning and walking to the back of the group, awaiting the rest of their trifling, for lack of a better word, to be complete. As she waited, the mixture of a certain word amongst others caught her ear as a siren's song to a sailor's would:


"You guys want to eat in the courtyard or something? I'm starved." Soon after the taller boy spoke, Christina turned to him and nodded, albeit unconvincingly to maintain her stoic demeanor. Perhaps eating with the group would provide some time to speak to that Diana girl and ask her why she chose to speak about a vice presidential candidacy in a detention room.. However, after realizing the motive behind her thoughts, it soon became obvious. Knowing her nature, and based on what was said in the detention room, she'd clearly gotten involved in something stupid and had been caught by Ms. Ericon in the process, for her own convenience, Christina would have to speak to her in the detention hall as opposed to over lunch like normal people... Shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose, Christina sighed, a slight smile on her face. Poor girl... It suddenly dawned on her soon after that Diana was no longer amongst them, however, that could easily wait. Food sounded grand, and given the day it looked like everyone else was having, hell, even the cute little cheery girl looked down.


“Yeah, sure. I guess... I could... eat something.” Christina said quietly, looking over to the café with a hidden, starved expression.
 
Flynn's eyes lit up with joy as him and his fellow students were finally granted their freedom from Mr. Robertson. The previously pouting, moody teen was now a sudden bundle of energy and excitement once more as he charged out the classroom door like a bull the moment he saw an opening. Of course, once Flynn had made his bold and reckless 'escape' he was left standing in the corridor confused as to where to go next. The new student had no clue where the club sign-ups where, or the cafeteria either. Thus, for a few seconds Flynn stood outside looking confused and lost before quickly dashing off again behind Wally, assuming he was going to where Flynn wanted to go.


"Urban Exploration....?"


"Trust me guys, this is the best option, the other options are uh...basically signups as labor for the school."


Flynn, taking Wally's advice, signed himself up for the club. Flynn didn't really like the idea of the clubs being mandatory, but at least it looked like the current group that had just gotten out of detention where the only one's who had signed up for it, so it couldn't be too bad. right? Flynn just hoped for the best since he didn't even know what urban exploration was. If Wally had screwed them, then he could get him back for it. Although looking at the size of the guy, Flynn decided that might not be the best idea.





"You guys want to eat in the courtyard or something? I'm starved."


"Sure! Food sounds great. You can lead the way though, I'm still new so I don't trust myself to get to where I need to go without getting lost or something." Flynn said with a cheery smile.
 
Meanwhile, by the Bathrooms BAM! The door swung open with a recoil shudder. Well. That was satisfying. "Fft," the orange-haired culprit scoffed to herself, emerging out the girl's bathroom. Out of habit, she swung her head left and right, even though the hall was empty-- wait, no, spoke too soon.


At the end of the hall, to her left, there was a familiar face. "Fft," the orange haired teen scoffed at the familiar blonde, the corners of her lips dragging down. Student-Fricken-Body President. A real sight for sore eyes. She was talking to the janitor, aka her father. the teen knew that much. So why was Diana looking at her like she'd just caught her dealing meth? Or, more likely, dealing out pre-written essays. Heh. She probably had some shady secret like that.


Diana gave the orange-haired teen a friendly wave, to which the short girl narrowed her eyes, and walked off in the opposite direction. No need to prolong that encounter longer than necessary.


By the School Signup Boards...

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"You guys want to eat in the courtyard or something? I'm starved."

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

“Yeah, sure. I guess... I could... eat something.”

"Sure! Food sounds great."
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Eat? With these idiots? Why was Wally trying so hard? One minute, she had been admiring the man, the next, she was wanting to kick his shins. This bout of bad mood was probably set off by the fact that she'd read the fine-print under the Urban Exploration's sign-up sheet: they were meeting this evening, specifically, after school. That sheet might as well have slapped her across the face with its papery corners and laughed at her.


Nah, that was just a piss-poor excuse. Correy was just being that usual ornery self under her mask. "Yeah! Lead the way, Wally," she said, lightly patting her estranged friend on the back, perhaps a little too sharply.


 
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Christina decides to walk over to the café area where it appears that food is being handed out to the students, overlooking her options. Evidently it’s nothing of interest, so she defaults to a salad. Once she has her foodstuff, she walks over to one of the empty tables and takes a seat, looking over in question as if anyone from that particular group would be willing to sit next to her.


“ Huh… I really should’ve put more dressing on this thing… ” She thinks to herself, examining the surroundings and then looking up at the salad bar. “ But… there are no more croutons. Note to myself … never come to lunch late again. “


"It smells kinda good. I expected it to be really bad," Belle mumbled. "Y'know, like in books and TV shows. The cafeteria is supposed to smell like.. garbage." Belle giggled, twirling a lock of hair anxiously. She got her food, squinted at it a bit, examining it as she looked for a table that they could all sit at.


What... did I just grab... 'Lunch' had just turned into a murder mystery. Aka, guess the murdered, now shapeless glob of, meat. Absently sitting across from the hooded boy, Correy raised her hand and waved Belle over. "Sit, sit," she patted the empty bench beside her.


Belle, thrilled to already to be accepted into.. Some sort of group, beamed when Corey beckoned her over. She happily sat next to the girl, grinning way too big. "The days not going to bad!" She announced.


Christina quietly began eating her salad, despite how unappealing the lettuce looked. Parts of it were brown, evidence that it was quite used and rather old and was poorly maintained. Slowly she picked off a piece of the brown and ate what green she was able to locate before looking over to the girl, trying to crack somewhat of a smile.


Wally looked out over the lunch hall with a sigh, Wally normally tried to be early when he didn't bring his own food, to try and get extras before the line got big and the lunch ladies actually realized they needed to control the portion sizes again. Seeing Correy and two of the girls, he waves and walks over, sitting down beside Correy with a genuine, (Not to mention familiar to a certain girl.) smile. Grinning to the others, he starts to eat the gross looking food, and to almost everyone's surprise eats it with relish.


Correy would know this about Wally, but to everyone else, his "eat anything" attitude would come as a shock, he even looked like he was enjoying it. With a start that causes some of the mash-potato-goop to fall out of his mouth, he blinks before looking around. "What?" He asks. "It's not that bad. Honestly."


"The food at my old school was terrible." Belle mumbled sadly as she picked at her food. "Way worse than this. They barely even had an art program. It got shut down my last year." The giant beam she had on mere seconds ago was replaced by a sad look. "I mean.. At least this food doesn't smell that bad. I swear, this food at my old school was practically from the garbage can." Belle stuck out her tongue. "Yuck." Just the thought of it gave her chills.


Christina watched as the boy scarfed down the food with gusto, blinking a few times with a blank expression as some of the mashed taters fell down his face.


“What?” He'd asked. "It's not that bad. Honestly."


She remains blank faced, suddenly shaking the grotesqueness of his table manners aside and resuming the half-tasty salad she was having. Then Bell began musing about the old days when her school’s food was the absolute worst.


Holding a conversation with an unfamiliar girl couldn’t be that bad, after all, she was a club member.


“Honestly,” she began. “When it’s spoken of that way, this salad actually looks more like a salad and less like Monday slop.” She paused for a moment, taking in the stupidity of her words, taking a bite of the salad to prevent from letting anything stupid(er) spill forth. Surprisingly, her voice was somewhat feminine when compared to her tomboyish demeanor.


Flynn sat down at the table where all his new Urban Exploration buddies were sitting. Like many others, Flynn seemed disgusted by the food. In his old school, they actually made proper food for their students. Nothing that looked like it was going to come alive again and crawl off the plate. Flynn had a slightly worried look on his face as he saw Wally eat his food without concern. Maybe Wally was just really brave, or maybe he was partially blind, and lacked a sense of smell as well? Flynn didn't bother to question him. Instead he continued to pick away at he pieces of food on his plate that didn't look like he would regret eating later. "Y'know I think our first club thing we should do after school is go to a nearby store or some place that sells food and get some actual food... Or nose around some classrooms that may have food in them."


Christina looked up at him, next, finishing the remainder of the salad still in her mouth.


“So that’s what this club is for? Going around and looking at different places in town? Hm…”


As much as she hated the idea of having to travel around a sleepy little town such as this… it did provide its share of sights to see, such as the forests and the plains.. and from the sounds of it, a restaurant or two with some actually ‘descent’ food was also present.


“I do suppose it could be a lot worse. But a restaurant doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”


Wally meanwhile, had completely cleaned his plate, and was looking back at the line, wondering if there was going to be more food to be had at the possibility of seconds. Glancing back at the slowly decreasing lineup for food...maybe he could get more?


However, when he hears both Flynn and Christina mention a better resturant, a huge (Even huge for Wally.) grin appears on his face. Digging into his pockets, he pulls out a peice of paper, slamming it down on the table for all of them to see. It was old, and fairly tattered, (Not to mention...kinda dirty.) But it's intention was clear enough, on it, in bright letters, Wally read out what everyone could clearly see. "Provin Family diner, the best burgar and milk shake joint in town." He grins, looking over at Correy. "You remember my Grandma's little shack on the beach? She got a big breakthrough a couple years ago, now she runs an old timey burger joint where we live." He looks around. "Whatcha say we make that the HQ? I can get us discounts too, and the food is great!"


"Isn't there a teacher or a supervisor for the club?" Belle said quietly, "I mean, if you could convince him or her to make the HQ that diner.. that's awesome." Her face lit up a bit, she giggled, too. "But I really doubt that'll happen." Poof went the giggle and the smile. "That teacher who put us in detention? Are there more teachers like her? At least there were a few nice ones who let us out. But what if, like, everyone's like that?" She gasped a bit, her imagination going much farther than it should.


"What if they're purposely mean because they're.. researchers, trying to make teen lives miserable. We should report this insanity. This is child cruelty!" Belle slammed her fist on the table and then blinked.


Woah, woah, what the heck had she just said?


Christina eyed the girl for a matter of moments following her… unusual outburst. However, she shook it off, as per usual, as a reflex of immaturity, something of which no one was exempt. Something about the girl’s somewhat childlike personality sort of brightened the otherwise dull mood, and contributing to the conversation was a plus. And speaking of contributions…


“Well… researchers and spies aside… it’d probably be best if we went straight to the current club meeting room and get the first impressions with the other members out of the way first, before trying to move the notion that we relocate our entire uh… ‘HQ’… to an area outside of the school. We may be eating lunch, together, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re all still relatively new to the club.”


Wally shrugged. "Well it's not like there was a crazy amount of signups in the first place." He sighs. "I think I saw one or two names that weren't ours, but as is...well, we should at least meet the teacher." He shrugs and looks at them, before eyeing the remains of Belle's food. "We should go after school though...where's the meetup again?" He blinks slightly. "Hey Belle, you going to eat that?"


Flynn giggled at Belle's little conspiracy theory. Not sure if sure she was being serious or not, but ultimately assumed she was kidding and continued giggling at the thought. Once he had gained his composure, Flynn nodded in agreement with what Christina had to say. "Yeah, it's best we go to the actual classroom first and sort all these ideas out If possible. But eh... I can't remember what class it's in..." Flynn said, trailing off with a dopey look on his face as he tried to recall where the club was located at.


Christina looked at Flynn and then at the table where the signup sheets were, calmly finishing her salad as she did so.


“I’m not really sure, either…” She spoke one final time before setting down her fork. Surprisingly enough, the salad filled her up enough where it didn’t make her sick, despite how ghastly it looked.


It was... genuinely fun. As genuine as Wally's smile to her. The silly comments, the reactions to the food. Correy slowly fell into her old self. It was funny, that surprise was exactly how she reacted to Wally's eating habits back when they were little and had first met. And the guy never managed to gain an extra pound. A small, soft smile glided onto her features. She didn't even notice it, or it'd have been axed before its prime.


"Didn't it say something about meeting at the north field?" she absently chimed in, recalling the whereabouts printed at the top of the sign-up sheet.


Finally at least somewhat knowing where to go. Wally finishes his food. And most of Belle's. "Then to the north field we go!" He declares loudly as he stands up. A cheecky grin on his face. Regardless of weather or not the other were done, (But given that Wally ate like. A LOT. They'd probably be done before him.) he'd lead the group towards the north field. Small talk would ensue, and he'd talk a bit more about his grandmother's shop. It was a diner, but her old age was starting to catch up with her so Wally had to help out a lot, which never really gave him time to do homework....which is why he had such low grades. But Wally himself enjoyed it, and loved to help his grandmother. He chuckles and turns to Correy "Just wait till she sees you again!"


Eventually, they get to the north field, but something is off. It takes Wally a second to realize...most of the clubs were meeting now, but...nobody was here? "Hello!? Anyone here? Urban exploration? The club? Hello?"\


Christina, having finished her salad luncheon, chose to follow the group and was pleasantly surprised in the small talk that occurred. She, herself, wasn’t much of a talkative person when it came to others in the school… perhaps it was good trend to start.


Eventually, she made it to the field with the others and looked about, waiting for someone to claim them as the group leader. After Wally’s words, she crossed her arms, an eyebrow raised.


“For this to be a group leader… they surely aren’t the most prompt character…”


Belle glanced at Wally weirdly, cheeks still a bright red color. "Umm.. Okay, I guess.." She said quietly, shrugging and pushing her plate towards him. Belle was still rather embarrassed and her attempts to hide it were weak. Could you see the color of her face? Yes. Yes you could.


The walk was fine. She was pretty happy to have found a group of friends so quickly. The friend situation back home was.. Not the funnest. That was a word, right? When they got there, and looked around, she realized. There was no group leader? There was no group leader?! WHAT THE HECK?? "This sucks!" Belle yelped. "Why didn't we just not have to get detention?! Then we could've got into NORMAL clubs! With group leaders! Ahhhrg!" She moaned in frustration.


For a brief moment, Christina looked over to Belle and then around at the empty area again.


“ I wonder where they could be… “ She thought, taking out her phone and looking at the time.


“ And lunch will be over soon, too. ”


Wally looked around, a confused look on his face. Were they the only people in the club? it would explain the lack of...well, any other names on the signups, and it didn't seem popular in the first place. There wasn't much time left...surely any leader would be here by now? An idea came to Wally as they sat around confused. A grin came to his face and e stood in front of the group, turning around with an eager look on his face, he turns to them. "It's simple!" he declares. "We'll just run it ourselves! I'll be the leader. How hard can it be, right? We just uh...explore urban things!"


“Getting to school too early, coaxed into talking about a vice-presidency in a detention hall full of degenerates and never even getting to talk about it, being forced to join a club where they did nothing but walk around town like a chicken with my head cut off of myself… and now one of said degenerates is going to be club president? This day… just estranges me more and more by the moment…” Christina thought, looking at Wally strangely.


Flynn would happily follow the rest of the group to the field outside once they had all finished lunch. It seemed fairly active outside as other clubs converged in the field outside the school to meet everyone in whatever club they had joined for the first time. But of course, the rag tag group who seemed to already be down about the practically being forced to choose this club had already ran into a problem with it. There was no club leader. Flynn simply sighed once this had been realised by the group. His happy mood quickly diminished. "Seriously?" However, his mood seemed to quickly bounce back as Wally announced himself the leader in an amusing fashion, at least to Flynn it was funny. "It can't be too hard, right? Not like we know much about urban exploration either." Flynn said, laughing slightly. So far this school didn't seem too bad. Definitely not the best start to the day, but he had at least met some good people. Who knows, maybe he would call some of them friends in due time.
 
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As the car pulled up to the curb, Robert and his father got out of their respective sides, moving to the back.


"Well, here we are" his father said as he helped him haul his luggage out of the car boot, placing it on the pavement. That done, he took a moment to look, proudly, upon his son, a man grown in his eyes.


"I guess this is it. Remember to keep in contact on your phone, and if you need anything..."


"Dad, it's ok. I'll be fine." He responded with a smile, knowing his dad would always be concerned for him, and he appreciated it. His dad was pretty much all he had until he could make any friends, so he knew how important he was to him.


With a goodbye, and a wave from the car, he was off, stealing glances at his son as he went back to his apartment. Rob, on the other hand, began to make his way up to the school, looking hopefully upon the main building towards which he walked.
 
They day began to roll into evening, beckoning each of the students to go about their respective ways.


Christina: Was still thought of as a boy (with a very girly voice) by Correy. More relevantly, Diana would have caught up with C.J. to hand Spike back to her, thank her for the loan, and try again to advertise the wonderful props that came with running for V.P. before finally letting Chris go her way.


Robert: Arriving expectedly late, Robert was given a tour of SpringPine High by the principle, a portly (hell, fat) man with wrinkles forming around his eyes. He was a tall figure, despite his bulk, and articulate, concisely pointing out the classrooms and bathrooms, and stopping at the Bulletin Board, where he explained to Robert about the mandatory sign-ups.


Here, the principle paused pointedly, waiting for Robert to sign up for whatever remaining clubs there were. Unfortunately, everything but one club was full-up. An obscure one called... Urban Exploration...


Afterwards, it was too late to do anything but go home. Robert was given his school schedule and a note from the principle explaining his absence to give his instructors for the next day.


Correy: Feeling wistful, Correy decided to walk towards the beach rather than home. Passing by the school, on a whim, she checked the Bulletin Board. Meet in the Northfield Portables. In. Shit. That's why they hadn't seen any club leader. Correy shifted her eyes left and right, scratched the bridge of her nose unsuspiciously and walked away.


Wally: Would not have a stomachache from that food, oddly enough. Or normally enough? Huh.


Belle: Would be feeling quite full of energy well into the night.


Flynn: Would be feeling optimistic, laughing and giggling easily, or breaking out into smile.


Imogen: With music in her ears, Imogen didn't hear the lunch invite, strolling off to enjoy lunch her own way. Her last class ran late, leaving the red-haired teen just enough time to see a group of students leaving the Northfield. Figuring the meeting was over, Imogen would have had the rest of the evening to do whatever struck her fancy before she had to head back to the group home. Within, she would feel a pleasant mix of thoughtfully full and contemplative. The world would feel big, like many parts moving in harmony, and she would feel one with it.


THAT NIGHT whenever each individual checked their school emails, they found one waiting in their inbox.



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Sender: lrex@springpine.hs.edu


Subject: Commitments


Dear shitheads,


I see you all signed up and then didn't bother to show up. This is the problem with mandatory clubs, but do they listen to me? NoooOoooOoo.


I'm probably sending this to a bunch of dud emails, but listen here, I'm skipping the rest of the meetings (because I don't need to be disappointed every day for the rest of the week) and going straight to the event.


Where: Downtown (the circle in the middle of the cart shops)


When: 7:00 p.m.


What: Dinner, and then Urban Exploration


Show up. Wear whatever you want. I suggest walking shoes and something comfy, but it's up to you. I don't even know why I'm typing this.


To be in the club you have to have attended one meeting and one event. So. Come.


This is stupid, why do I even try,


Leona.
 
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Wally walked home for a bit, probably the happiest of the group. He had a big group of friends that either didn't know about the rumors or didn't care, and he'd have an itneresting story to tell his grandma over dinner. The teen chuckled on the way home, sometimes he wasn't sure if his grandma believed everything...but at least this time it would be the truth. The group he had befriended was an interesting crowd, he wasn't sure exactly of what he was doing, and his self nomination as a leader was...kind of out of nowhere, but still! How hard could it be!?


Well, probably really hard. But he'd work on it!


A couple hours later, Wally began working downstairs in his grandma's store. It was a good place, at least in his opinion, and he knew how to cook most of it himself. He wasn't nearly as good at it as his grandma...but he could get by. A determined look on his face and an apron on as well, Wally got to work with the same enthusiasm he used at school.


Just this time, he was actually good at it.
 

THE WEEK

[Roll a dice* (a regular 6-sided dice, or a 1d6 for you nerds out there ;P), then read the following!]


*Check the OOC for details


The week went on with plenty of shenanigans.


Imogen: Would have caught Mr. Anderson smoking outside the backdoor of a classroom. With his back turned to her, he wouldn't have noticed her unless she made her presence verbally known, or walked (purposely or accidentally) into his peripherals. If she did, upon noticing her, his usually half-lidded gaze would have widened in a moment of realization, shock, before returning to the regular half-asleep, uncaring look. Until unless she said something demanding response, he wouldn't say anything, except silently hold the box of smokes out, a wordless offer. Whether or not she took one, once the bell rang, Mr. Anderson would return to his classroom and not mention it or look at Imogen any differently throughout the week.


Flynn: The SpringPine Coast highschool soccer team was in a hot rivalry with SpringPine Valley highschool. The team would have noticed Flynn through his antics, and decided they liked his energy and disposition. Throughout the week, Flynn would have been availed by one member or another, usually in groups of threes. Mr. Wright was bought many a free lunch and gained a few tiny 'gifts' (one of these a soccer ball), plain bribes from the team members trying to get him to join. Even if Flynn told them he wasn't athletic, they didn't seem to believe, optimistic and relentless as ever.


Belle: Belle was the cutest thing to come to SpringPine since ... well ... Belle never got an answer to that. She just found herself immediately popular with members of the sewing club, costume club, doll-making club, make-up club, some members of the sketching club, the sculpting club, and the painting club. She'd have found herself requested upon to be their model in the respective manner for the club. More than once, members of different clubs approached her at the same time, forming a friendly but heated rivalry, where each thought they were outsmarting the others by sending Belle gifts on the sly. Anything from chocolates, pretty hair-pins, to the newest makeup fresh off the line, to cute bows or skirts. It was usually obvious which club it came from, if not from the gift itself, the 'clever' notes handed with it. Most were put by her locker or in her desk, or found in her backpack. One went to be so showy as to send her a bouquet of roses in white satin (courtesy of the Messenger Club, messages delivered come rain or class!), but ironically came with the most cryptic note: You know you like us best ;)


CJ: Would have found that Diana did not rest in her quests for what she wanted. Not that she ever grew mean, annoyed, or impatient. The girl was just... very persistent. Often hinting or making an argument that being VP had its perks. The current ASB would have invited CJ to the small, unofficial party (on Thursday) they were throwing the Secretary's house. It looked like thanks to Sparky, keeping the old mascot was looking good for its proponents. Nothing was official, so perhaps they were celebrating too early. But in any case, if CJ went, she'd have gotten to participate in cake, staying up late, and watching ridiculously bad horror movies. The secretary was found to be the jumpiest, screaming at every jump scare, and launching themselves at the closest person (that was CJ, twice).


Wally: Would have found himself having a normal week, with a few encounters with members of the group who had made the first day of school a great one. Outside of school, he found his grandparent's diner would have been thriving. Apparently by word of mouth, many students had learned about it and found it a cheap and delicious alternative to the other joints around. The breakfast menu was the most popular.


Correy: Spent two days making the flyer for Wally's grandparents' diner, and anonymously posted it on the school's bulletin. Nothing could go on the Bulletin without ASB approval, but it seemed for some reason they were slacking this week to check if the flyers on the Bulletin had the ASB Stamp of Approval (a literal stamp). She also noticed the redhead around, and of course in Mr. Robertson's class that they had together, offhandedly wondering why the girl hadn't joined them for lunch, concluding she seemed the type to naturally keep to herself.


Robert: Would be getting to know the school throughout the week. Man would he hear the rumors. And notice quite a few faces. There was a blonde chick he saw putting up something on the Bulletin Board. Another petite girl getting swarmed by a bunch of girls with different things on their person: paintbrushes in hand, sewing needles in teeth, etc. He saw a really tall fellow, very intimidating looking. Very soon after would have heard the infamous rumors about this towering, formidable fellow. He would have come across a tough looking redhead with a solid aura, a tomboy girl who he almost mistook for a boy, and a energetic kid who seemed to be constantly followed by one or more students sporting soccer jerseys. Huh. Highschool.


MS. ERICON: Is always roaming the halls, watching with those hawk-eyes for all rule-breakers.... Even if the rule broken is littering... even if that was broken because the kid thought he shoved the wrapper in his back pocket but his sense of coordination was amiss and it dropped on the ground... SO IN OTHER WORDS! Ms. Ericon was being Ms. Ericon! More than a few times Mr. Robertson had to have words with her. Though she didn't listen, Mr. Robertson at least had the power to collec t slips and let detention out early.


If you rolled a 6: You didn't see Ms. Ericon throughout the week! Good fortune smiles upon you!


If you rolled 5-4: You saw Ms. Ericon maybe once, in passing. She paid very little attention to you.


If you rolled a 3-2: You had a run-in with Ms. Ericon, but thankfully got out unscathed. You had another unfortunately! But thankfully, your detention was run by Mr. Robertson, who didn't even hold detention and let you all out to enjoy lunch.


If you rolled a 1: Roll again, that's the amount of detentions you got during the week. Unfortunately, whatever it was your did, it caught the eye of Ms. Ericon, and now she has her eeeeye on yoooou.




SATURDAY

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The circle of downtown was in the middle of what was known as an outdoor mall. Most locals knew of it because it was one of the most happening places in the evening and weekends (within city limits, anyway). The circle itself had a myth to it, but was physically located on the ground, the art depicting a circle in gold, another smaller circle within, with words on between the space created by the two circles, the words themselves circling around. In the center was a another, smaller circle. Also in gold, it went around a gold key. As pretty as it was, it was located unfortunately in the middle of the walkway. Between shops and in a place where cart-shop owners set their little cart shops around, it was a high traffic area, so most people did nothing more than admire in passing, or take a quick picture.


7:00 P.M.


Enter, Leona. Who didn't give a flying fuck that she was standing in the circle, waiting, effectively putting her in the middle of all the foot-traffic. Beside her was a line-post, one of those things with retractable belt barriers that you saw in airports or at Subway or whatever. She had one, just one, leaning on it or tilting it as she waited, tapping her foot impatiently. Why she had one, well, that was anyone's guess.


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“Myself... note to myself... never... ever..., EVER leave Sparky out back to use the bathroom again without the diametric supervision of both myself and mother...” Christina would've thought aloud to herself as she proceeded down the city roads. Before leaving her house, she and her mother had been engaged in a rather heated argument concerning the wellbeing of a certain dog who decided it'd be a good idea to take a peak inside the burrow of a groundhog, thereby allowing himself to be attacked by said groundhog. While he didn't seem to mind almost tearing the thing to pieces, Christina was less than ecstatic to be picking up the corpse of an animal on what was supposed to be a relaxing day off from school. The only person that could have possibly matched her melancholy in lieu of the situation was her mother, who was outright repulsed by the thought of having to call the veterinarian to schedule for yet another examination of the poor bulldog. The argument to follow between the two women consisted of insurance, bills and payments for the shots he'd likely have to have as a result of the attack, ending in Christina leaving the house in the foulest of moods. The girl was visibly perturbed as she made her way through the streets, past the casual hustle and bustle of the passerby that pervaded the streets. Consequently, there was a number of people out on this particular night, which brought to mind a number of things.


“Seriously... from the email, this Leona girl makes it sound like its our fault that the details of the meeting place were vague.” She slowly pulled out her phone, carefully untangling the earbuds attached to its bottom, one of which dangled carelessly from her left ear. Clicking the home button, the phone's bright screen blared at her with a background of she, her mother and Sparky on a Christmas morning the previous year. Looking at the time that seemed to juxtapose the background, she sighed...


“7:07 p.m. Huh...?” She thought... “Better late than never. Guess I can say this is payback for me having to sit in the field for nothing the other day. Guess it isn't all that bad, though. I did get invited to that funny little event the other day.”


Her mind began to trace back to two nights earlier... Quite the event it was; small and petite but still very homelike. The atmosphere smelled of popcorn as loud screams blared into the night. Of course, the scream wasn't anything realistic, in fact, even without the source being within any line of sight, one could tell that it was a telecasted event, a horror movie blared to the last volume notch on the television screen. And sitting in front of the awful event taking place on screen, a large group of students, all seemingly apart of the student council with the exception of Christina, who sat scrunched in the middle of the large group of students, wide eyed as she watched. In the movie, some crazy green haired girl wearing a kimono was stabbing a young blonde girl tied to a cross. Apparently she was upset because this little girl was the younger sister of her long lost boyfriend and she blamed her for running him away from the village where they lived. Ironically, she blamed everyone else for his disappearance too! She even imprisoned her own twin sister and made her watch the stabbing! Crazy broad... Of course, this was all on the television, but still... it was creepy. In any case, the ones who seemed to react to it the most were the club Secretary, who never seemed to miss an opportunity to practically collapse on Christina every time someone died, and then there was Sparky... who slept through most of it but awoke to a barking fit whenever a loud scream was heard... only to fall back to sleep when things had calmed down. Apparently he'd had his fill of cake and decided the party ended when he wanted it to. Why, that self centered little...


In any case, Christina was through musing about her week. Instead, she'd finally made it to the meeting location and walked up to a peculiar figure standing near a line-post. Looking at her phone one final time before approaching, Christina took note of the 7:12 p.m. and then went on to speak.


“Hey... uh, are you Leona? The Urban Exploration Club President?” She'd have spoken, taking off her hood only enough to reveal her face, though the rest of her hair was still concealed, the jacket was mostly unzipped so that her torso, revealing a simple, red basketball jersey with a large number 10 on it showed in white. She waved slightly and then cut herself off... God only knew what kind of person this girl was outside of rude emails...


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Belle rolled a five - a sighting of Miss Ericon, but no troubles at all! Woo!


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"Daaaad! I'm home!" Belle chirped, slamming the front door behind her. "There's my baby girl! You came just in time. I'm starting dinner." Belle giggled. "And you want me tooo~" She sang. "You betcha." Apparently, Belle's father had eaten all her famous chocolate chip chunk cookies in just a few days, and that was her cue to make another batch. "Dad, you're gonna get sick." She shook her head, grinning. "Ah, but my philosophy is to enjoy life, Pumpkin." And with that, they worked in the kitchen together, side by side, bumping hips, telling jokes to one another. Laughing together.


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The week was better than Belle had expected, although maybe a bit overwhelming. She'd told her dad about how the only club that had been left that day was some weirdo club called Urban Explanation, and when they got there, there wasn't even a group leader. But her dad had said she'd get into all the clubs she'd want, that they'd beg her, even. She rolled her eyes.


But her dad was quite right. Chocolates, pretty pins (woahhhh, really pretty) makeup, gifts from clubs trying to win her over. She found her free time slow disappeared with all her clubs and new artsy responsibilities.. which she was happy to have. And her dad was happy to say I told you so. "I think I'm gonna get fat from all this chocolate, Dad." She groaned. "I'll take some off your hands." "Daaaaad." The roses in white satin were gorgeous, though Belle was rather confused by the note. She brought them home that day, her nose buried in the sweet smelling flowers.


"Belle, are you dating someone?" "Dad, I swear I'm not."


That email was so mean though. Shitheads? So vulgar. Euck. Belle wasn't sure she wanted to go, but she was all for seeing the group again. So, why not. Couldn't be that bad. With the most fashionable yet casual sweatshirt, plaid skirt, black tights, a watch and bracelet on her left wrist. and the pretty pin gifted to her by the costume club, she set out at around 6:59, to arrive at 7:13. Oh, look, there was that girl Christina! With someone else. The person who sent the email? "Hey, hi!" Belle called. "Is this where Urban Exploration is supposed to meet?"
 
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That Week... It sure was surprising to see a teacher smoking on school grounds, Mr. Anderson being no exception to this. When Imogen saw him and slid silently into his line of vision, she was equally surprised at the box of cigarettes that had been held out in front of her. But, she still said nothing in response, just like how he had reacted to her. She had smoked before this, so there was no need to overreact like any other individual most likely would. Plus, she actually had a nice new e-cigarette in her back pocket that she had just bought a couple days before behind the backs of her group home supervisors. So, Imogen simply reached her hand out and removed one the cigarettes from the box, gesturing it towards him to light it. Mr. Anderson obliged, as they both smoked silently together with no small talk in between before class started. They both simply went on their own way, with him teaching and her 'learning'; this being moreover of both a doodling process as well as excessive daydreaming, with minimal actual learning.


The entire week was more of a bore than anything. Imogen had previously imagined that school would be fun, but, it was true: life had lost its spark. Smoking an actual cigarette in the middle of the week was a bit relieving on her, so that was pretty good. But, alas, the week dragged on ever so slowly. Ms. Ericon had not helped the matter any, even though Imogen was able to slip by her eagle eyes, for the most part. If she had, the ruby redhead would merely shrug in response.



At her assisted living group home, Imogen was one of the last people to obtain access to the home's computer, so she had received the email of interesting wording nearing about ten o'clock at night that Friday. A girl named Leona had emailed her about the recent club that she had joined. What was it called again? Something with exploring? Right, Urban Exploration. What the hell did that mean? Imogen sure was very oblivious, so she quickly looked it up whilst holding a very bored expression.


Nobody was in the girls room at the moment, so the redhead cracked open a window and pulled out her new e-cigarette. It was cherry flavored, and she was holding out on trying it until that Friday (why she was waiting was for reasons unknown). It was delicious, white fumes spilling from her thin lips, filling the air with its cherry perfume until soon escaping out the open window. Imogen thought for a moment on whether or not she wished to go to this event, thinking back to the email with her smoking device hanging from a couple lazy fingers as she finished reading the email. She shrugged. Why the hell not? she thought to herself, closing out of her email and sliding the rolling chair away from the computer desk while she was still seated on it.


The only issue here would be persuading the homeowners to let her leave the group home at seven PM. Now that would be the challenge. Sure, she could easily sneak out and only miss out an a week's worth of electronics, and that was plenty fair enough to do. Because they probably would not let her out for a stupid club thing at night. They most likely would not trust what she would say either. So, sneaking out was the only way to escape.


Urban Exploration Meeting!

That Saturday night, Imogen had, indeed, been forced to sneak out of the house as they only way to get out at that time. Well, it being only six, she actually just made an excuse to leave after dinner that night. It was

far too simple

.

So, there she was, walking downtown to meet this supposed

Leona

. Bright lights clouded her view ever so slightly as she maneuvered through all of the abundant foot traffic to meet up with a girl in the center of the luxurious square. Two of the girls that she had detention with were there, which was quite intriguing. Anyways, she walked up to the group with an ever so casual look as she approached them.

"What is this, detention again?"

Imogen joked lightly at seeing the two, in addition to another redhead like herself. Was that Leona? She simply waved with a small raise of her hand.
 
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2015


Saturday, August 29th
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7:10 P.M.



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Ten minutes in, and Leona was already saying, "They're not coming, are they?" which caught of a few glances from the passerbys.

7:12 P.M.

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Two minutes later, as she leaned against her line-post, wallowing in grumbles,





“Hey..."


Hmm? Leona looked up.





"...uh, are you Leona? The Urban Exploration Club President?”


Leona blinked. "Oh. You showed up." Leona just as quickly heard herself, and coughed harshly. "AHEM. Uh, yeah, yeah I am." She said, slowly regaining herself. Reaching for her front hoodie pocket, paper rustled. She produced a sheet that looked very familiar: The Sign-Up sheet from the bulletin board.


"Uh, so, which one are you?" Leona held it up with a finger and thumb, doubling her finger as a pointer over the name column.


When CJ pointed at her own name, or introduced herself, she'd see Leona's face squirm as she tried hard not to smile. But CJ could tell. This girl was like that youngest sibling or cousin, trying hard to act tough when their baby face made it impossible. Leona had both baby face and those cute little expressions she was trying so hard not to betray.


"I like your style," Leona added, nodding to CJ's hood.





"Hey, hi!"


"Holy crap you're tall..." Leona murmured, getting caught off guard as she turned around, following her eyes up to the head from where she'd expected the head to be. For a girl who was five-feet, two-inches, Belle was quite tall indeed.





"Is this where Urban Exploration is supposed to meet?"


This time, Leona's face was turning the color of her hair. The Sign-Up sheet from the Bulletin Board went up to cover most everything of her face under the bridge of her nose.


CJ would have had to answer for Leona.


"Anyway, uh, which one are you?" she asked Belle, thrusting out the sheet while looking down, trying hard to hide her heated face.


When Belle introduced herself, pointing or vocally, Leona brought the paper back to her nose.


"Oh. Okay good. Oh, are you also part of the costume club? You're all cute like they usually are."





"What is this, detention again?"


Leona tilted her head, confused. Her gaze went between the other two as her color returned to normal. She returned the small wave, and asked, "Homies?" she nodded at the other girls, "Or are you here for...?" the short girl thrust out the Sign-Up Sheet. When Imogen introduced herself by pointing or by saying, Leona's eyes fluttered, her mouth shaping into an 'o'. "So you're Delarius..." She gazed a moment at the red curtain coming down from Imogen's head. "Same hair, too--"


Just then, she caught the stink-eye from a passerby. It seemed the gathering of the four girls was more obviously obtrusive than one girl with a line-post. "What're you lookin' at, eh?!" Leona barked, her eyebrows knitting. She looked as intimidating and foreboding as a chihuahua bouncing up and down from the force of its own barking.


"Hmph, rude," she sniffed, stuffing the Sign-Up sheet back in her pocket and pulling out another paper with one hand from her hoodie pocket, while the other went to her jeans' pocket, pulling out a tape dispenser. "I'm hungry already!" she said loudly, as if letting everyone (including passerbys) know she wasn't moving because her choice of location was becoming inconvenient to others. Rolling up the tape, she stuck it on the upper part of the line-post and stuck the new piece of paper on it.


If anyone read it, it said:





Meet at Pots & Pie.


You know who you are.


-L. Rex



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in orange marker. A little light, but still readable.




[those of your chars arriving now will see this sign; if/when you enter the restaurant, it'll be after the other chars were taken to the table]

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Right after sticking it, Leona said, "Follow me," all gruffly-like, leaving the line-post with the paper-sign behind on the edge of the circle. The restaurant in question, Pots & Pie, was about four steps away from the circle. So, really close.





POTS & PIE


The restaurant.
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The restaurant had a nice ambiance, one befitting of a date. With the low lighting, and high-ceilings with low-hanging curtains, large columns with false architecture to portray old Victorian style. Tops and curves were flecked with gold, and the pillars and walls were a light beige, adding to the warm glow that the amber lights were chosen to set. Seats were made to look like booths, the cushion made to look lavish, though of fake material, still very comfy to sit on. And even though side by side, the dividers that separated the booths were placed in such a way that each table could boast privacy.


The short girl got on her tip-toes to address the waitress at the counter, "Uh, I made a reservation?"


"Of course, honey, under...?"


"Rex, Leona."


"Alright... let's see... Oh, looks like you're a little early. Go ahead and wait right over there," she pointed at the waiting area, "And we'll get your table ready for you."


"Come on, let's sit over here," Leona said, beckoning the three other girls with a subconscious motion of her hand. As she sat, her face squirmed ridiculously again, Leona trying to squelch the happy child trying to show on her face.


"So, uh, three. Three is good. I guess you're all friends cuz you'all looked like you know each other." She poked her short-nailed pointer fingers together, "Probably chose this cuz it was the last club available, huh..." she murmured.




[Last person in the restaurant to post with their char can end with the waitress coming and taking everyone to the table, and everyone getting seated.]

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Shit, shit, shit, late already and it was his first meeting as well. As first impressions went, this could have been better. A lot better. There were few ways that it could have been worse.


After having settled in the forms, it took him a good while to set up his email account and realise that he'd been sent the message. When he had finished reading it, he had about five minutes to get there, but he had no idea where everything was in this town, so it took him a few minutes just to find out where it was on his phone's sat nav.


Setting of at a decent jog, and checking back on his phone just to ensure he hadn't taken a wrong turn, he eventually made his way to the meeting point. There, he found a line post, and on it it described a pot and pie, it called it, presumably some form of cafe. He began looking around, staying near to the line post.


*GM Note: [Those gathering at the sign, please try and gather together at the sign before entering the restaurant. I meant to inform of this beforehand but it skipped my mind. Apologies!]
 
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And with the first school day having came to a close, Flynn made his first journey home in the new town. Same route he had taken to get to the high school, and still just as uneventful. Although Flynn certainly wasn't complaining about it. Today had been anything but boring or uneventful. For starters, a loose bulldog was enough to get some early morning adrenaline pumping, followed by getting detention for being a hero (Flynn was standing by the fact that he had saved lives with his 'heroic' actions) and then the wonderful experience of getting used to moving to a new school. Flynn had experience it before, several times in fact, but it was still an uncomfortable feeling that he hoped would gone soon. The fact that he had already made acquaintances so to speak certainly made the feeling of being the new kid, or one of the new kids, a lot easier to handle. Glancing at the driveway, Flynn saw his brothers car parked. A smiled formed over Flynn's previously neutral expression. For the rest of the evening, Flynn continued to catch up with his brother over dinner before finally heading off to bed.





The Week


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You had a run-in with Ms. Ericon, but thankfully got out unscathed. You had another unfortunately! But thankfully, your detention was run by Mr. Robertson, who didn't even hold detention and let you all out to enjoy lunch.


For the rest of the week, it was a great one for Flynn. He wouldn't deny it. He liked the attention. In fact, Flynn loved it. Of course he tried to play it cool as he was being asked to join the soccer team several times, Accepting the gifts graciously and continued to be undecided about joining. The boy had no shame in doing it either. The run ins with Ms. Ericon? Ha! Like water off a ducks back. For Flynn this was arguably the best school he'd been to yet and he expected to only get better from there.





Saturday





On the Saturday it took a while before Flynn noticed the e-mail. He didn't pay much attention to it and he was lucky enough that he had gave it glance to notice the Urban Exploration meeting. Having only noticed it at 7:15 Flynn had to sprint to the meeting place to not be much later than he already was. As he ran down the street, hair flying back from the wind and breathing heavily from the long run he could only curse himself for being so stupid to have missed the e-mail. Finally arriving there he leaned on his knees so he could regain his breath before standing up again and realizing whoever was here was now gone. "Damn..." It was roughly 7:25 now and all Flynn had been left with was the piece of paper for members like him who were late. He looked around to see if anyone he recognized was as late as he was. Flynn decided to wait a few more minutes. He was already late enough anyway so it wouldn't cause any harm to see if he could arrive with another late member. Maybe even the anger directed towards them by the club leader.


 
Wally's week had...actually been pretty normal, sure. He got detention, but at this point it was par for the course. The fact that Mr. Roberston had let him out was a plus. So...all in all, the fact was that the week had been abnormally good for Wally.


At least until he got an email from Leona. He had worked with her before, and...Wally really wasn't sure where they stood. Two things were for sure. She wasn't pleased with the group, and that Wally was certainly not going to be the leader. Ah well, he had kept the group together that day...it's really all he had to do. Still...all he needed to do was prepare a peace offering. And show up on time. Seven in the evening? on a saturday? That would be impossible to miss! Seriously, how hard could it be. Heck, he could even prepare for this...just leave a bit earlier. 6:40Pm sounded like a good time, he'd have plenty of time for distractions before making it there. If he got there early...it was just a bonus! How hard could it be!? You could bet for sure that Wally would be on time or his name wasn't Wally S. Provin!


7:30 PM





Okay, so maybe being on time was harder then first thought. Wally had intended to show up on time...but the shop was a bit swamped so he helped out. Nobody could explain the sudden increase in people within the past week or so....which was mostly students too. It was weird, but they weren't about to complain. Buisiness booming meant bread on the table. Then there were some kids who couldn't get a ball, so he hopped a fence into some fancy backyard to get it back. This took most of the time, because it turned out that it was in fact, really really hard to get back over that fence. The kids were grateful enough, but he got some funny stares from adults who saw him in the yard.


But hey! He was here! Just...crazy late. He just had to find people he knew, after searching around, he spotted Flynn through the crowd of people. "Hey! Flynn! Man!" He shouted, calling out to the other boy. "I'm not...too late right? The meeting is still happening?" After conversing for a bit and finding the pillar...thing. He noticed another kid hovering around it.


"Hey, man. You new around town? I haven't seen you before..." his voice trails off before he realizes he should get to the meat of the question. "You here for the club?" He asks, pointing to the sign.


 

6:59 P.M.



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"Hey! Hey Sis! Why aren't you going? It's in one minute!"


Correy snapped out of her nap, sitting up. "What the hell...?" she groaned, bouncing back down on her bed. "Kim? Get off my computer!" she coughed dryly.


"Why aren't you meeting your club?" Kim said, pointing to the email up on the screen.


"I'm not going... now go away," Correy said, and threw a pillow at her sister.


"Why not? Are you being a shut in? You gotta go!"


"Go awaaaaay."


"IT JUST TAKES SOME TIME, LITTLE GIRL--"


"--STOP SINGING--"


"--YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RIDE--"


"--KIIIIIM!!"


"EVERYTHING EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FI--"


"--FINE!! I'M GOING!"



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7:30 P.M.

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"Wally?" Correy recognized his voice immediately. She also recognized the boy to his left (Flynn, if she recalled right), but not the one to his right, the one he was addressing. It looked like the three of them were in the middle of the where two walkways conjoined for the same reason she was. Yes they were getting looks, but the people around them might as well have been ghosts for Correy, who was more interested in, "So only dudes showed up?"


...Wait. Or it could be that she was the only girl who was late. Oh. Haaaah. She stifled her sigh, she had to keep up appearances, regardless of how tired she was. "So, what now?"


It wasn't until one of three pointed out the sign that Correy read it.


"Pots and Pie? ...That's still around?" Correy muttered the last part, stifling a laugh. An old, warm memory passed through her mind, a younger her, tiny, a tiny Wally, her parents, his, eating at this restaurant. It was before Kim was born. Before she had moved. In fact, she didn't even remember where it was.


"Oh, it's right there..." she said, noticing the sign around the bend. "Well, I guess that answers the question."


She waited until the others started walking to the restaurant before following along, having to make extra effort so that she wasn't dragging her feet, which would give away her grand enthusiasm about being here.





Pots & Pie


the restaurant.



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The seated members of the group were greeted by the group of latecomers. Apologies were thrown around, greetings, and introductions. By the time everyone was seated, everyone knew the others' name. The booth they had was made for more people, shaped in a half-crescent. At one edge was Robert, then Wally, then Flynn, then Correy, then Leona in the middle, then Imogen, then Belle, then CJ on the other edge.


They ate and talked, at some point 'Urban Exploration' coming up.


"It's... a lot of things. No, it's not parkour. Though that's a club on campus... NOT THAT YOU SHOULD JOIN THAT," Leona stated, growing flustered. Coughing, and pulling her beanie off to smooth out her hair, only to put the beanie back on, she continued. "I thought I'd start of at the haunted house, like last year... but that scared like half the people away..." At least, she was pretty sure it was the haunted house that caused that, and nothing else. "So I'm trying a more... 'progressive' approach. That means don't leave if today seems boring! NOT THAT IT WILL BE! But it gets better!"


Listening to responses, and answering questions, the group quickly fell back to chattering with each other, sometimes all eight participating, sometimes breaking off into groups of threes and twos, only to re-converge.


They were nearing the end of dinner, with almost everyone done. "Who wants dessert?" Leona asked, "My treat! NOT THAT I'M BEING NICE. The club gets funds orsomething..." Grabbing the dessert menu from the waiter's hand, she thrust it to Belle, "Pick something! All of you!"
 
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"Holy crap you're tall.." Belle giggled. "And you're really tiny," She chirped in response, thinking Leona was joking around with her.


"Well, yeah, I guess. But we went to the area where the club was supposed to meet and no one was there." Belle shrugged. "But we're here now," she smiled, then frowned. "Even though you used mean words in your email."


More familiar faces began to arrive, and slowly the night became more and more enjoyable. Belle was happy to see everyone, and the food was good, too. She'd have to go here sometime with her dad, she was sure he would like it. The chitter around the table kept Belle with a smile on her face all the time, and it was just a wonderful evening, better than clubs fighting over her instead of actually being her friends or whatever.


The dessert menu was suddenly thrust into her hands, and Belle grinned. "Let's see here.. we got a chocolate cheesecake, apple pie with vanilla ice cream, coconut custard, deep fried mars bars, hot fudge sundaes.. Jeez, the list is endless, dunno how I'm gonna choose." Belle buried her nose in the menu. She was that kind of gal that took at least ten minutes to decide what ice cream flavor she wanted.


"How about sundaes. No, no. Maybe the pie. Never had a deep fried mars bar. UHHHH...."
 
Wally chuckled, thinking to himself about Leona's speech. It was nice to see the well...nicer side to Leona, he still was worried she'd snap at him for being late, but she seemed amiable. He'd hold onto his secret weapon then, for a truly desperate time. He spoke up after Belle was shown to have just a little bit trouble deciding with the menu. "The Cheescake here is the best, honestly." He grins. "I remember back when my family used to eat here, we always got it."


After blinking for a second as if remembering something, he spoke to Correy next. "Hey Cords. Remember waaay back when, like years before you moved, we came here all the time?" He chuckles. "You really loved the Lemon Pie, like...really loved it." The boy shrugged. "I personally stick with the Chocolate Cheesecake, it's an old...old classic of mine, and the owner makes them herself, you remember Miss Hersha right? She's still here!"


 
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Confabulation carried on as eventually, the once late comers became the on-timers, and the new late comers became... just that, late-comers. Christina remained as stoic as could be throughout, however, remaining reluctant to hold discussion with anyone for too long, as per her usual habits of trying her hardest not to attract too much attention to herself, especially when in the premise of others with whom there was a chance she'd be meeting later. The events preceding her arrival didn't do much to influence her interaction, either. As they sat, Christina was left with the seat at the furthest end of the table, which she'd have likely preferred to begin with, and sat, placing her phone in her pocket.


Before long, Leona would've begun discussing the activities of the Urban Exploration Club in a bit more detail. Something about a haunted house, and something else. By now, Christina was almost prone to the guilt of having drowned some of what the girl had said out... that is until the mention of dessert fell on an ear. Looking over at the menu that was quickly tossed to Belle, next to whom she sat, Christina reluctantly began looking it over, trying her hardest not to pervade the personal space of the girl next to her... though the moment dessert was mentioned, she already knew what she wanted. Whether or not it was on the menu would be the ultimate decision maker for her... It was a bit closer to Belle, so she just decided to let her read them off...


Belle grinned. "Let's see here.. we got a chocolate cheesecake..."


Nope. Wrong type.


"... apple pie with vanilla ice cream..."


Dammit.


"... coconut custard..."


Her patience was beginning to wear thin. What was she about to do, read the entire list!?


"... deep fried mars bars..."


If this menu was in alphabetical order so help her God...


"... hot fudge sundaes.. Jeez, the list is endless, dunno how I'm gonna choose." Belle buried her nose in the menu... And enough where Christina was unable to see its contents. If this adorable bundle of joy didn't hand over that menu... "How about sundaes. No, no. Maybe the pie. Never had a deep fried mars bar. UHHHH...."


An inconspicuous, albeit hellish conflagration began to form within Christina's stomach... that is until the mention of... "The Cheescake here is the best, honestly." Wally! Savior!! He must've been here before. Was it true...? Could he have spoken of... "I remember back when my family used to eat here, we always got it." … Yeah, sure whatever, get to it, already. "I personally stick with the Chocolate Cheesecake...”


HISSSSSSSSSS...


"... it's an old...old classic of mine, and the owner makes them herself, you remember Miss Hersha right? She's still here!"


Confound it, she'd had enough. If fate should allow the rest of these petulant menu hoggers to enjoy their dessert, then Christina would be damned if she couldn't enjoy one, herself! She finally had set her foot down in the most rude, most ostentatiously obtrusive way possible...


“Hey uh... Belle?” She spoke a tad quietly, but smiled kindly... “There wouldn't happen to be any strawberry cheesecake with the cherry on top... on that menu... would there?”
 
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Correy was in high spirits-- NO. No she wasn't. She refused to have fun! Fun meant Kim was winning... Well... okay... maybe this was a little fun... Okay... maybe more than a little. Plus the steak she ended up splurging on, the one that sounded like "Filleted Minion", that was really good. That with those steamed veggies and mashed potatoes? MM.


She was so full she couldn't eat another bi--


"Who wants dessert?"


...It's true what they said about a second stomach for dessert.


Correy was feeling lethargic after that big meal, thankfully, Wally's-not-girlfriend was reading the menu aloud.


"...deep fried mars bars,"


Yes. Please and thank you, so much yes.


"I remember back when my family used to eat here, we always got it."


Correy couldn't shield her smile this time. Wally remembered too, huh? It was so long ago...


"Hey Cords. Remember waaay back when, like years before you moved, we came here all the time?"


Correy was smiling ear to ear. It was like they were little again, here with their families. "Yeah. I do. I remember I always got us into trouble after dessert; I'd get bored and hyper and badger you into playing tag. In the restaurant."


"You really loved the Lemon Pie, like...really loved it."


Oh man. Oh man. He remembered just as much as she did. Correy just couldn't stop the smile. "Remember how I'd pucker up cuz it was so sour? But I kept insisting on getting it cuz I really liked the color..."


Wait... Had she just... why was she volunteering all this information! Stop it! Shtap! A voice mentally slapped her, but it wasn't working.


"Too sour!? That's the best part of Lemon Pie! No need for meringue, that stuff is why too hard and sweet," Leona declared.


"There wouldn't happen to be any strawberry cheesecake with the cherry on top..."


"This girl is talking!" Leona clapped her hands together happily.


Damnit, Correy couldn't stop this grin. It was almost hurting her face and yet still. This felt so nice, so warm, so chaotic. Just like back in the day. It was like she'd stepped through a wormhole and was sitting as her tiny self, with her and Wally's family.
 
Flynn waved a hand towards Wally when he heard him calling. Flynn gave a smile as he approached and before he could say anything in response, noticed the boy nearby who Wally had noticed that had also been late to the club meeting apparently. Flynn greeted him as well. Then the girl Flynn didn't know too well, Correy, arrived shortly after. Flynn didn't really know much about her. She seemed somewhat less friendly in comparison to Wally but she seemed to get along best with Wally. Maybe they went out with each other or something, Flynn didn't really care. Actually he did and would promptly tease them at the idea if he wasn't acquaintances with the two, or if he didn't think he would get snapped in two by the not so gentle looking giant, Wally.


Once they entered Pots & Pies Flynn give a quick apology for his lateness before using Correy as a shield from Leona. He split the two lovebirds apart but alas, there love would have to flourish elsewhere. Flynn would rather not have ears blown out by Leona's sudden shouting. The girl was surprisingly loud for her small size. Flynn was active in most conversations that happened to at the table, juggling one or two at the same time if the table broke out into several conversations amongst each other. Flynn loving the whole experience as he felt right at home in the middle of a group of friendly acquaintances. He still couldn't call them friends yet since he still didn't know them too well, but Flynn felt confident that that would change soon. When the time came to order dessert, Flynn trusted Wally's suggestion of chocolate cheesecake. "I'll go for the chocolate cheesecake. How can you go wrong with that?" Flynn responded. Leaning back simultaneously as Correy grinned at Wally as the two discussed their childhood together. Flynn looked to the others at the table for some sort of guidance. Geez guys go take your lemon pie and chocolate cheesecake and get a room. Despite Flynn knowing he was exaggerating the whole thing, it made him chuckle heartily on the inside so it was worth it.
 
Right when Imogen had arrived to the group, this girl that she assumed to be Leona and questioned her last name. "Yeah?" she questioned back with a raised eyebrow. Why had her last name mattered so much? And her hair as well? Imogen was pretty confused, but she soon dropped it as they walked into the restaurant. What was so significant to those details of her that Leona had dutifully pointed out, her mouth open like a Cheerio. She would have asked what it was to the underclassman, but she was already walking away while leading the group. What did she mean by 'same hair, too'? Sure, their hair was a bit similar, but not what she would call the 'same'. Either way, she followed along with the group as they entered the restaurant.


Leona's last name being Rex did not have any significance to Imogen, but she still took a seat in the assigned booth of theirs, her ending up sitting right next to the younger ginger. But either way, she decided to drop the subject once more as they all ate dinner. When asked of what she wanted for dessert, she thought for a moment. "I guess just a slice of lemon pie?" she inquired, her words more meant to come out as a statement than a question, as they had. Imogen had been half questioning herself at that point, just as full as everyone else at the booth, it seemed. She had never been to this place, so she simply listened to the discussion pertaining desserts that everyone else with them was having.


It was true that she had taken a bit of an advantage on the large meal before them when it had been served. Her assisted living group home never had the money to go out to a nice restaurant with a group of older adolescents, because it was just rather expensive, and her home had not been gaining as much funding as they used to. So, this was very nice. Even if what Leona had said was bothering her in just the slightest. Should I ask? Or would that be prying, or? Nah. Maybe I should just let it go. And, she did with a shrug, leaning back in her seat at the booth, sitting next to Leona.
 

Pots & Pie


the restaurant.
​




3 lemon pies, 2 chocolate cheesecakes, a strawberry cheesecake, a hot fudge sundae, and a extra large slice of mudpie were all ordered. Needless to say, much of it went into boxes as people began to fill up, share, and do basically as much as they could, short of paying one another, to pawn off the extra bit of sweet treat.


Robert, having kept most to himself the evening, thanked everyone, and then excused himself from the group after the bill was paid, apologizing that he had a previous commitment.


Ms. Hersha wasn't there that particular night, but Wally knew Ms. Hersha's girlfriend, a little eccentric but just as effective in the restaurant business, did them all a favor by holding their boxes there. Leona, being a local herself, knew the restaurant gals too, but as one could have guessed, she wasn't the best at asking favors. No worries though, with this group, there was enough of everything that it made up for what one individual may have lacked.


Free from boxes, and full of food, lethargy and excitement hovered over the group, lead by Leona.


"Alright, alright, you might know downtown," Leona started, not knowing that everyone except Wally was not a local (Correy was a pseudo-local, but really not), "But you don't really know downtown until you can beat a foo' heading from the parking lot to the movie theater, even if they have a five minute head start. Check out these shortcuts!"




Parking Lot

​




The side alleys where bathrooms and wires were kept behind doors, Leona seemed to know them like the back of their hand. Once they hit the parking lot, that's where the adventure really seemed to begin. Going past a car as Leona explained there was a south, east, and west alleyway that no-one ever paid attention to, except maintenance men (who Leona was by this point good friends with), the group caught the biggest whiff of the most peculiar smell. The less... innocent of the group would know exactly what it was, exchanging looks and perhaps giggling.


Correy just frowned, judging as always. It was dark enough in the parkinglot that she didn't have to hide the frowned until Wally turned around to note something at her. She put on her fake smile and addressed him back.




Alley-Cut

​




The alley-ways weren't actual alleys, more like tunnels that were created between buildings, but very well lit with irritatingly bright white lights, maybe another reason most people short of a overfull bladder avoided them, the threw off the ambiance of the rest of downtown. They followed Leona through the systems, going out one tunnel only to get into another, until they finally made it to the theater. Emerging from the side, they had to go around the bend until it was obvious they had made it to the destination Leona had promised.





Downtown.


On the Theater Steps
​




Here, they rested by the stairs. The hum of talk all about them. There were eight separate lines, fairly full, the lights from the theater hitting the stairs, throwing shadows into darkness. The fountain was a few feet ahead of the stairs, lit by blue light, making the water look pristine, almost magical.


They could have picked out snippets of speech.


"--heard the actor killed the role--"


"--last week. I'm over it, though--"


"--Go talk to her man."


"No way, dude, come on, she'd just think I'm a creep."


These two voices were closer, belonging to boy teens on the other end of the stairs. One was being pushed forward by the other, and the pushed was becoming incredibly flustered. They both were stealing glances at Belle, who currently was pulling off some lint on her skirt,


"Just walk up to her, act casual,"


"Nothing casual about walking up like random!" the other force whispered.


Just then, for whatever reason, the hooded CJ moved a stair, standing up.


"Oh man. See? She has a boyfriend already."


"Could just be her friends, dummy."


"No way a girl that cute doesn't already have one," the other said, making a fairly good attempt to hide the dismay from his tone. He reached around and grabbed his more persistent friend by the back of his hoodie, dragging him off. "Gah! Dude! Choking!"


Correy burst into uncontrollable laughter. Yes, it would have been hard to pick up this conversation over others, unless you'd randomly decided to train your ear on it, like Correy had, and then a'top that, she'd noticed the two boys as the source, and proceeded to watch their exchange. For some reason, she found it hilarious.


Wally's-not-girlfriend and hooded thug, eh? Correy looked at them, then mentally shook her head. Nah, Wally's-not-girlfriend is too tall. Wally would be a better match. It was like a train off the rails, it couldn't be stopped, this line of thought. Then what about hoods there? Correy mentally pictured 'him' with the other two girls of the group. Reds there, maybe. Nah, she seems to independent. She looked then at Leona, who was declaring something else loudly, Nah, that chihuahua would bite hoods' head off, and then hoods' would bust'a'cap-- Jesus, when did I decide to run a soap in my head?


Meanwhile, a small group of teens whispered to each other, pointing at Wally.


"--beat up a kid, and stored him in a locker--"


"--size of a mountain, what does he eat?"


"The dignity of his prey, of course."


"I guess you and my dad are from the same region," Leona suddenly started talking to Imogen without preface, "What's Delarius anyway? Irish?"


"H-hey," a girl, trying to put on a confident facade but clearly nervous, with a big, sheepish-guilty grin on her face, suddenly appeared in front of Flynn, "Y-you're that guy from the soccer team, right? Uh, I'm Charlie."


A few steps away, a group of girls burst into giggles.


"OH SHUT UP GUYS!" Charlie, grinning stupidly but bright red in the face, suddenly burst to the particular group. Facing Flynn again, trying to maintain eye-contact, "Uh, uh, I'm sorry! This was dumb! I'll see you at school!" she ran off, taking the bag off her side to beat her group of friends with.
 
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