Life is Strange Roleplay (Closed)

[wristalies]

((** Chloe and Rachel roleplay and ish.))


There's always a reason you need to get into a fight. Maybe it was the step-douche's vindictive nature rubbing off on her, or maybe these pricks were just asking for it, but Chloe Price wasn't prepared to go down without some kind of revenge. The most recent assault had been a shove down the front outdoor steps of Blackwell Academy that sent her skidding, hands first, onto the pavement. She wasn't totally innocent either, but it was never a fair fight anyway. Forget the whole prestigious and sophisticated class that the school prided itself with, the same trouble went on here as anywhere else.


Hearing their snickers from the platform above, as though it wasn't glaringly obvious enough that they were proud with their work, she turned to face the two guys who had push her. "Little bitches..." Grabbing hold of the banister, Chloe made a run for them like some teed off bull. They didn't even bother to move aside as she ran at the tallest of the lot, who was probably twice her size, and rammed a fist into his stomach. Of course, she underestimated that there was another comrade of his standing right beside him. Henchman two was all too gleeful to deliver a solid blow to her in the ribs, pretty much sending her sailing into the rail. Laughing, they started to step over her, and proceed to their pricey cars in the parking lot. Typical preppies... Not just yet. Chloe thought wryly, laying on the lower step. She stuck out her foot and watched as one of them went tumbling. Uh oh...


It had been a long, and tedious day at Blackwell. And coupled with these soon-to-be additional battle scars, Chloe had miles to go.


-

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel had just left her science class around half way through the day, her and her large and varied group of friends, to others this being a sign of influence, but to her it was just a pain in the ass, sure it gave her more than enough company, but she didn't like most of the company that was brought to her, Victoria was stuck up, but shared her interests well enough, and was actually fun to talk to after a while, and of course her two mindless drones that would follow her to the end of the world, Courtney and Taylor were pretty much carbon copies of their master, but more like kiss-asses than actual friends. She'd been nodding her head and smiling to whatever Victoria had been talking about, not paying attention to much of what she was actually saying, when Taylor whispered something into Victoria's ear, said girl now smiling rather brightly and jerking her head. "Come on Rach, the blue haired punk chick from gym is getting her ass kicked."


Rachel wasn't exactly into seeing that kind of thing, depending on who it was against, if it was someone she hated, sure, whatever, but someone she liked, or somebody she didn't even know, that unsettled her, but maintaining a reputation at Blackwell was hard work, and it did get a little dirty at times, so she simply sighed with a shake of the head, still smiling none the same and said in response. "If it makes you happy Vic." And followed the short haired girl and her `friends` towards the front entrance of Blackwell, arriving just in time to see a somewhat crippling blow to the ribs being delivered to the `punk` chick she'd heard about, Price, she'd gotten a reputation among the teachers, and now Rachel knew why, if this was the kind of things she got into. It was unnerving at least to watch, and she heavily considered stepping in to defend the girl, but perhaps she could hold her own..hopefully, she could hold her own..

 

[wristalies]

"What the fuck is your problem?" The preps were no longer out to play. Chloe's antics had evidently dove into their malice, and now they were after her guts. Shit. Imaginably the one possibility she had overlooked was that she was still on the ground, and they were now towering over her. From footsteps afar, she felt like a crowd was closing in to watch this humiliation. Of course you played right into it, Chloe, you idiot. She began to scramble up, feeling the soreness in her chest already and the pressure to restrain.


If anything could have been worse off physically but not so emotionally torturous, she would have preferred that option. As the presumable jock kneed her right in the column of her throat, she wondered, why did she even get involved in the first place? It was partially her fault. Always smirking and making fun of them when she was quick enough to get away, but right when things got heated in a battle, regretted the sharp tongued remarks. It was difficult to breathe for a few seconds, as she got to her feet, gripping the rail tightly for support. Don't do it-


Since when had she listened? Chloe made a second attempt to bat them off, standing on uneven ground and throwing in a counter jab where she thought it would hurt. In the chest. Instead, she ended up hurting her fist more than it hurt him. Great.


 
((Alas! I must go for the night, but I am very eager and looking forward to reply ASAP tomorrow morning. Thank you for joining, I shall write back soon! ))

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel had watched closely as the jocks had simply let her get to her feet, or..almost, until one of them knee'd her in the throat, which was TOTALLY uncalled for! Rachel made a move towards the two assholes, when Victoria had pulled her back by the shoulder, looking at her as if she was almost shocked at why anybody would want to help another person being beaten for her entertainment, Rachel quickly shrugging her hand off as she looked over to the Price girl again, who'd made an unwise decision in attempting to regain ground in this battle, punching one of the towering jocks in the chest, that failing catastrophically as predicted, Rachel now making it her duty to prevent her from being hurt anymore than she already had been, stepping in-front of the two jocks as they went for a counter attack, instantly stopping ther movement as they looked down at Rachel in confusion, looking to each other first, then back at her.


"Um, Amber, what's the problem here?" One of them asked, almost as if there wasn't a heavily beaten girl not even a meter behind her, Rachel growing a fierce glare as she directed it to the both of them, the two looking geniunely confused as to why she'd be mad at them, she then responded with "I should be asking what YOUR problem is!" Her voice full of venom towards the two, who'd actually backed off a little bit, knowing full well how much influence she held over the hierarchy of the Vortex Club, one of them stepping up to defend their actions, in a pityful attempt to justify it. "She started it, giving us these looks and smart ass comments!" He said, in desperation to stop her from taking it further, like a child would to a parent who was giving them into trouble. Rachel shaking her head as she gave a look of astonishment. "Really..so you beat her half to death!?" She announced loudly, the two now realising just how serious the strikes they'd done to her had been. "You know what, I think I'll just bar you from anymore Club Parties? Yeah? That sounds good, doesn't it.." To which to the two quickly put their hands in-front of them to prevent her from doing so. "We'll stop, promise..just forget that this happened and we'll leave her alone!"


"I will, but you better not over-exaggerate to shit like this again.." She said as a warning, a warning she was fully prepared to go through with in the event that they did do something similar to this again, she turned back around to face the blue haired girl from before, noticing that Victoria and her crew had since left after the action died down, the two jocks quickly making their exit as well before Rachel changed her mind. Giving her a bright smile now and saying. "Rachel Amber, pleasure to meet you." With a laugh, in an attempt to make a serious situation not so serious anymore.

 

[wristalies]

Chloe felt like a full on surrender was apart of her demise, regardless if she could throw another punch. That's when one of the most unexpected occurrences happened. A 'cool' girl decided to step in. Judging by the pissed off stares from the girl's friends, they weren't trying to help her, but this one was. What? Had Chloe missed something? Was this some kind of joke? Were they just stalling time until a whole mob of preppies came stampeding from the corner to come kick her ass? As she regained reclaimed her ability to stand, with aid from the railing, Chloe watched from a background perspective as this girl, who they addressed as 'Amber' basically told them off. It was something straight out of magic, she was convinced. As soon as the bears had been tamed and mulled over their almost ostracism, the girl turned around to shock Chloe one more time. And introduce herself





"Uh..Chloe Price. " She murmured with a partially quizzical nod. Her eyes tried to scrutinize every detail of Rachel's impression. Something to detect that this was some false saving. And yet all she could see was someone who had just saved from a shit ton of trouble. Her first reaction was to ask this Rachel why she had helped. But she reasoned that courtesy was probably the more considerate option. "Thanks for..." She waved a hand in the direction of the jocks' retreating backs. "Really just came in the nick of time, huh?" She joked nervously.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel had watched as the `punk chick` Gathered herself off the ground and regained her posture, she looked confused to say the least, probably not expecting one of the `stuck up` kids to come to her rescue, and then the girl had replied to her introduction with her own name, so she was correct in assuming it was the Price girl, which wasn't exactly the hardest thing due to the fact that she was probably the only blue haired girl in Arcadia Bay, she folded her arms as she looked back in the other direction for a brief glance of the two retreating jocks, as Chloe waved her hand into that direction, looking back around to face Chloe now, giving a light laugh as she spoke about arriving in the nick of time. "I wouldn't like to imagine what would've happened if I'd let you continue your little fight." She said.


"Oh and, don't be worried, this isn't some kind of sad prank or anything like that, I just..don't like seeing this kind of stuff, if y'know what I mean." She said, to ease Chloe's nerves as she clearly was unsure about the whole `random preppy coming to save her` deal, which probably would've made the rest of their conversation a bit more awkward than she would've liked it to be.

 

[wristalies]

As the conversation progressed, Chloe felt more and more unnerved. Not because Rachel Amber was making her nervous, but because she wasn't. It was a weird thing for her to just randomly meet someone and not have an off feeling about them. For once, she let her disbelief subside. "It's kind of a rare thing around here." She glanced down at the steps. "People just helping each other out, regardless, I mean." Chloe tried not to lead the conversation into an awkward slope that would lead this girl to shrug and walk away.


Maybe, I was wrong. "So... Are you sure your friends over are happy about your heroics today, Rachel?" Chloe said with an amused, albeit sheepish grin. She was indicating Victoria Chase, and her devoted followers, who appeared as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water in their faces. And that might be a bad idea to start scheming right after you got your ass saved... Guessing from their impatient gawks, Rachel's friends hadn't been so keen on her idea to go save the punk who was getting kicked on the steps. As Chloe tried to remember where she had heard Rachel's name before, she suddenly recalled the Vortex Club, and her wide base of friends on campus.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel had to agree with Chloe on the topic of how people at Blackwell never helped each other, they had far to much malious, and at such a young age as well, it wasn't right, this school was just a pit of snakes half of the time, nodding in agreement as Chloe spoke, about to reply with a vocal agreement but Chloe had already moved onto another topic, one she was more than sure she knew the answer to, shrugging and saying. "Not like it matters, but, no they aren't quite happy. Victoria would rather see someone get their ass kicked than an act of kindness, not that it should surprise you."


It gave her a sense of accomplishment to see Chloe grow more comfortable in their conversation, it was a natural gift she assumed that she could talk to people so easily, whilst others had great difficulty in socialising, she didn't even have to try, a magnet for people her parents called her, although even though she'd heard a lot about Chloe and her antics with the staff, she'd never seen her much until now, quite curious to know more about the blue haired girl.


(I gtg somewhere, so I'll be back in a couple of hours, I'll RP instantly when I get back, don't you worry :3)

 

[wristalies]

Sighing, and watching Victoria out of the corner of her eye, Chloe shook her head. Victoria was practically queen bitch of the prep faction. A kiss-ass to teachers she knew she could get something out of, and a pathetic weasel to any classmates who she chose not to befriend. That group would include Chloe Price, who practically threw a pencil case at her in one of their classes together, which could have gotten her expelled. "No, I don't think it would." She agreed in an undertone.


Is there any way to segue this into meeting up again? Um, not in this particular order, but... Chloe didn't want to shake the feeling that she had been saved because for once someone wasn't rubbing it in her face, and Rachel actually seemed really cool. Despite the whole Vortex Club and being popular here, which kind of threw her into a disadvantage in terms of befriending her. "So... Um, I should be getting home. But I really hope that we can meet up sometime. Unless, you don't want then. Sorry, assuming things here." She was wildly backtracking, stumbling on almost every phrase. Truth was she'd probably just lock herself up in her room when she got home, smoke some to the sound of her favorite bands. Until David got home and she'd have to cool down on her stash until he went to sleep. Not the most comfortable of aspects, but you couldn't have everything.


(sure thing. Midday, I have a couple of things to do. but I'll be back on ASAP.)

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel nodded in a kind of `Of course it wouldn't` way as Chloe agreed with her on her point about Victoria's lack of empathy for other students, or just people in general, Rachel herself getting a nice vibe from Chloe's posture and how she hadn't gone off in a rant about not needing to be rescued, a lot of other people she had stood up for had been angry due to their egos being hurt in the mix, sometimes she was just to nice to people, and she kept on telling herself that one day it'd be her downfall, but obviously today was not that day, due to the fact that Chloe was still here, and had actually proposed the idea of meeting up again.


"Duh, that sounds great, I've always wanted a friend who didn't have a weekly allowance worth more than my house." She said jokingly, although as lighthearted as it was intended to be, it was awfully true, most people would say she'd gotten in with a sophisticated group of people, automatically adding up to `nice` in their mind, but that was hardly the case, in Blackwell, the richer you are means the meaner you are. But she'd rather have stuck up friends than no friends, but perhaps if she befriended Chloe, she wouldn't have to hang around them any longer..

 

[wristalies]

A bit relieved at the fact that Rachel hadn't been taken aback and run off, Chloe split into a smile. It was even weirder that this girl was already remarking about friendships. "No kidding." She said in accordance with the newest smear about rich kids. When she'd been younger, before she had to make herself an outcast at Blackwell, Chloe had always wondered what she'd do if she had as much money as the rich kids. Thinking back, it was one of her stupider ideas. However, even if Rachel did hang around them, she had already differentiated herself by claiming some humanity.


"Okay, great. Good. Solid." She began in attempts to arrange a humble though sincere goodbye. "We'll have to plan something. That is, when I'm not running from preppies." She said in light humor. Just as she was preparing some ideas, her phone buzzed. "Shit. Step douc-Step dad is on the prowl again." Chloe squinted at the screen, scrolling through the latest messages. Seeya, Rachel. And thanks." With a small and silly salute, Chloe was heading for the parking lot to get the old pick up and hurry back to the house before David could start going through her shit.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel was happy with the victory she had claimed for herself in making Chloe smile, it was a drastic change from only a few minutes ago when she was getting brutally beaten by two colloidal assholes, it always made Rachel feel good about herself seeing what her positive attitude could do to other people, especially when her positive take on most things got on Victoria's nerves, she didn't openly show it, but Rachel could tell, the preppies were never hard to read, and spending so much time with them worked with her as an advantage incase anything were to happen, to her or a friend, which in Chloe's case worked, but of course all good things must come to an end, as her step-douche. Which was obviously the word Chloe was going to use before she stopped herself texted her.


"Aw, well that's a shame. I really enjoyed talking to you Chloe, and I'd love to hang more." She said as Chloe gave her a funny looking salute and headed off to the parking lot giving a light laugh at her exit Rachel headed back to her dormitory in the girl's building at Blackwell, her parents still living in Long Beach making it impossible to crash with them. But the dorms were nice enough. Although she couldn't shake her encounter with Chloe off her mind, she was just different to the friends she was used to having, and perhaps different wasn't always such a bad thing.


(Sorry if it was shorter than usual, using my phone atm)

 

[wristalies]

Chloe made it halfway down the parking lot steps, feeling much giddier than her usual self, when a pang sharpened along where she'd been jammed in the ribs. Stupid injury. She stubbornly kicked a can across the parking lot. Some kind of cheap, generic beer. Average, rich drunks.... In the diminishing sunlight she made he way to her car, the deep sanguine a glaring remnant of the setting day. Despite all the crazy shit that had just happened, Chloe could process a few things slowly. She wouldn't mind taking it slow anyway-she was bound to have some sort of bruise by tomorrow. Leaning against the car for a moment, she stared out over Arcardia Bay, for once seeing the picturesque reasoning behind the quaint little town where she'd grown up. Another buzzing message removed her from the peaceful train of thought, and she was stabbing her keys into the ignition, the engine giving an eager hum as she pulled out of Blackwell's lot.


Driving back to her house, or rather the house that was hers but also was now somehow David's, Chloe knew she took too many things for granted. For one, that girl she'd just met. Who could have chosen to step aside and watch the beat down, but came to her aid in some miraculous way. Maybe also, unfortunately, she'd taken her own father for granted. Which could be why William was gone instead of reading the paper inside the house each morning, there to greet her with a silly pun or reference some outlandish headline. She missed him. As if that didn't go without saying.


Finally pulling up into the drive way, she remembered to keep the brakes on. Chloe stepped inside the house and listened for any sounds. So apparently Joyce wasn't home yet, but David was, judging from the rattling in his back 'office'. Who knows what he does in there. She noted, a bit agitated that he lived with them. It was bad enough that he was a meandering guard at Blackwell. Trudging up the stairs without a 'hello', she shut the door and plugged in the stereo. She knew how mad it made David to listen to her 'punk trash', so she cranked it up loud enough for the sound to radiate, and then lit herself one to help burn off some anger. Maybe reflect. Now what about Rachel Amber? She asked herself, sitting on the edge of her bed and blowing smoke out towards the window. Should I...trust her?





(Not a problem.)

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel headed through the various courtyards and gardens that Blackwell had to offer before finally reaching her destination, the girl's dormitory, her legs leading her across the first floor, up the stairs that looked like they belonged in a factory or a maintenance area, and directly straight, her room being the last one in the hallway, to the right, past all the other girls' rooms and across from Victoria's. She took her keys from her satchel and unlocked the door, her nicely sized room now presenting itself to her in all of it's tidy glory. Laying her satchel down lightly next to her bed as she essentially crashed onto it, in every sense of the word and drifted off into her all time favourite activity: Daydreaming.


Today had been interesting for sure, but that was never much of a statement when all of your other days are carbon copies of each other, and not in the good way. She let out a dramatic sigh as she stretched her arms across her bed, wondering about the next day, it was an old habit of hers to fantisize about the next day, Mr. Jefferson had announced that in a few months time the Everyday Heroes competition would become available for them to participate in, winner gets to go to San Francisco to attend the ceremony. Sounded fancy and all, but she was never the best at photography, that was more Victoria's area of expertise.


Speaking of, she was beginning to secretly hope that bailing Chloe out hadn't damaged their relationship, sure she shouldn't be saying that when she never really cared about the stuck up kids, but she never did like to upset people, obviously depending on who it was or what for, but is wasn't a situation where she'd be happy with pissing off Vic, unlike how she would tease her, this was just something not worth ripping apart friendships over. Although in all honesty, Chloe did seem to be a lot more..unique than all of her other friends. So perhaps bailing one friendship for another wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

 

[wristalies]

(Mind if I skip to the next day after this bit?)


Chloe stretched out on the mattress, debating whether or not to flip off the music that was now drumming in her ears. Yes, it made David pissed, which was obviously what she wanted, but the loud spectrum was making her mind drift, and that wasn't just because she was trying to get high. For once she clicked off the music before her Step had a chance to argue with her. Feeling awfully repose for someone who had just been punched in the gut, Chloe puffed away the little notes of distress that dotted her day, tying to focus. It took a couple of seconds to remember why she was trying to focus, until recounting the events made her think even more about Rachel. Like trying to connect filaments from one local strand to another, she was trying to restate what she knew and find what she didn't. After friends who she'd driven away and those who were really just in it for a ride, Chloe wasn't naive as she use to be. Still, she was young, and bound to make those looming teenage mistakes. She just wanted to be careful about Rachel, who seemed so innocent and good, that it threw her off.


For the rest of the evening it was pondering about people's perceptions and good analysis of lying (which she did to herself frequently) and then trying to nudge in some homework so she wouldn't get thrown out of Blackwell. Hey, at least I'm not as tardy as I use to be. She turned on a small desk lamp and continued there for the rest of the night until she fell asleep.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

(No problem)


Rachel had received a text on her phone, obviously noticed by the vibration from her pocket, sighing as she was hoping to have this time to herself, she took the smartphone from her pocket and opened it, entering her passcode and checking to see who it was from, it being from one Ms. Chase about the details of an upcoming Vortex Club party, where it'd be, at what time etc. Some days she wished that she wasn't on Victoria's good side, due to the so called 'perks' of being there. IE constant messaging about social issues and other useless shit she'd never need to know.


So she simply texted in reply "K, I'll have a look now, thx" And turned her phone off, thoughts drifting back towards the interesting Ms. Price and the trouble that she'd gotten herself into earlier, perhaps it was just her rebellious personality that got her into the bad books of so many people, then again Rachel still hadn't learnt a whole lot about the punk styled hell-raiser, apart from the fact that even though she was called an outcast, she seemed to have given herself a name. But that was a worry for another day, she yawned, preferring to just fall asleep in her somewhat comfortable casual clothing, not having the energy to get changed.

 

[wristalies]

"Chloe! You're gonna be late if you don't get down here in ten minutes!"


Joyce had been calling from the base of the stairs for probably ten minutes straight. It was only recently that Chloe raised her head and opened her eyes, making blurry contact with sun flooding across her room. Groggily, she instinctively checked her phone before calling back an "alright!" and grabbing a pair of less faded jeans than the ones she'd slept in. It was a rather hurried process of getting up, given that drugs mixed with a tired mind never exactly added up to an alert and early teen. Chloe had a hunch that Joyce deliberately didn't open her door because she knew that Chloe liked to smoke, and besides a threat, Joyce could never really carried it through.


After a couple of rude exchanges with Step-Führer that left Joyce impatient and Chloe storming off in a rage, she was off in the car, hitting the gas in an attempt to speed away from David's ruthless threats to kick her out of her house after calling her a "druggie" and a raging "slob." Whatever. I didn't ask for your opinion. She remained seething all the way to Blackwell Academy, where she got out of the car, surprisingly not in a panic, because her tactless driving, while costing her potential harm, had given her a handful of minutes to spare. Even though someone was going to try and stop her, she indiscreetly lit a cig anyway, leaning against the pick up and thinking of ways to coldly kill David in his sleep.


Students were sluggishly navigating their way up to class in front of her, muttering a couple of drowsy conversations amid the morning trek. Chloe wondered if Rachel had a car, or if she had a dorm here. With those few minutes to kill, she started to jog up the stairs to make sure she wasn't targeted for an absence in her first period class.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel's dickhead of an alarm had woken her up at the wrong time, an hour later than it should have actually, but then again it wasn't the clocks fault, she'd forgotten to reset her clock after they went back for god knows what now, so essentially it was her own fault, it was still busted either way and she needed a new one, groaning as she sluggishly got out of her bed, she rubbed at her face with both hands, attempting to recollect herself, she was never the easiest person to get out of bed, but this was ridiculous, she'd probably missed her first class, great.. She thought.


She'd quickly gotten changed, some flawed attempt to at least look presentable for school, as she still smelled like a day old clothes, which usually wouldn't be that bad, but considering they had gym yesterday, it was pretty bad. Times like this she was happy that she wasn't a boy, would've been a million times worse. She grabbed her survival pack, also known as a satchel, which had all of her school work or anything she might need for it inside, and made a swift exit from her room, heading towards the stairwell that led out of the girl's dormitory and out to the gardens.

 

[wristalies]

In fear of the first bell that would signal the begin of lessons, students were suddenly swarming in the halls. Chloe was aware that sleeping with your head against a desk probably doesn't make for such a great hair day, but that's why she'd brought her beanie along. Wow what a save. Trying to sidle into the main entrance without be trampled by randoms. If her mind wasn't so screwed up from last night, her first class was Chemistry with some batty science teacher who she didn't much pay attention to. He was more attracted to his own lectures most of the time, than students who were falling asleep in his class. Easy start to the day. Chloe tried to avoid some backlash or fights this early in the morning with various rich kids, especially with the principal pacing around outside his office like he was some stupendous trophy that was self-exhibiting. That jerk...





More or less pushing past people who were hurriedly running from their lockers, Chloe managed to get a couple of her books from her locker that wasn't too far from the Chemistry class, reading over past scribbles she had left herself. All in terrible, hardly legible handwriting. Something about a test...Ugh. She slammed the locker much harder than she meant to before starting for class.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel had heard the bell emit from the main school building, glad that she hadn't actually missed any lessons, she might actually change her clock to that time for every day, although that would mean she couldn't get a shower in time, so on second thought, it'd probably be better to keep to her original time. She made sure to jog out of the dormitories however in order to avoid being last in or even late for her first class, recalling that it was chemistry fairly quickly, she was organised when it came to school, something that had worked well for her in the past. Once she noticed that there was only one or two people left in the courtyard outside the school, she made a sprint towards the entrance, not wanting to be known by a lot of people as the girl who actually wants to go to class, not that she did, but she hated being late.


Entering the school now as Mr. Wells gave her a courteous nod when she walked past, Rachel returning the favour with a low wave and light smile, turning right in the hallway to enter her classroom, the teacher looking rather impatient as she was one of the last ones to enter, fortunately this wasn't one of the classes she had with Victoria and crew so she could actually focus. Sitting in the back row of the class now, with her hand on her cheek, supporting her head up as she vaguely listened to the teacher ahead.

 

[wristalies]

Chloe let out a sigh and deposited herself in a seat next to the wall, sort of in the middle, so she had a good overview of the classroom without too much distraction (besides the frequent murmurs behind her). As Mr. whatever-his-name-was set up a diagram on his desk of what he'd been lecturing about for the first period. Trying to stifle a yawn so that it wasn't so obvious that she wasn't preparing to focus at all, Chloe managed to glance into space, her eyes a bit glazed over from unfocused thought.


The first two or so minutes was bearable. The teacher was somehow making his voice jump across the room, as if trying to infiltrate the minds of sleepy adolescents. Time's up. Chloe thought with a small smirk as she began to make small hatch marks on her notebook with her pencil, unaware of the continuous drone in the background. She looked up and around the room at some point to notice that Rachel was in this room also. Weird. The odd things that happen when you're trying to block out people for so long. Chloe wondered if she should try to get her attention.


(I'm assuming they have the same class...?)

 

[RIPSaidCone]

(Yup)


Rachel hadn't chosen to be as subtle with her yawns as almost everyone else in the class was, while they were all either looking away from the teacher to daydream or stifling yawns Rachel just rubbed her eyes and let a long ass yawn take its place, knowing that the teacher would let her off easier than some of the other students, due to her almost perfect record she'd be excused due to sleep deprivation from 'doing homework' or whatever she decided to make up at the time. Being so good all the time made it much easier to be bad when she wanted to. Funny how it worked.


She'd been daydreaming when the familiar face of Chloe caught her eye, the two had apparently only just noticed each other being in the same class, strange, it was kind of like how you only start to notice how many particular cars are on the road cause you've got the same one as them. Weird how the brain works like that, she gave Chloe a smile and lipped a 'Hello' in greeting, the teacher once again being caught up in his own little world of teaching, making it much easier to mess around or just not pay attention.

 

[wristalies]

Chloe squinted her eye for a moment. Who knew, maybe it was a mirage from all that shit that she smoked last night. Had she really only just realized that this person was in her class? How...very me. Chloe wasn't as skilled at mouthing conversations, so she thought a friendly although drowsy 'hey' would do. Feeling suddenly awkward that Rachel had probably noticed her way before, and this was her kind, social greeting to an ignorant such as herself, she felt her face go a little red. Way to make things weird. Her own silent commentary was never not self-deprecating, apparently.


The unearthed emotion that she could make friends was threatening to show itself from middle school, back when she'd had a Max Caulfield in her life-damn, that was ages ago-and she could have made friends easier because she wasn't known for picking fights and trudging around school like a one-girl army. Simpler. Cutting back to the present, she noted the teacher with a roll of her eyes as he began to have a coughing fit right in the middle of explaining some type of theory.


(I may have to go soon, will try to be on early tomorrow!)

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Rachel couldn't help but feel a tad bit confused and raise an eyebrow to convey this feeling to the other girl as she had gone a bit red at the cheeks, she couldn't exactly come to any conclusions as to why she'd blushed or gone flustered at the sight of her, but she'd have to ask later, mouthing a "What's up?" Her puzzled expression still plastered onto her face, Chloe seemed to be a little down at the moment, and it bothered Rachel to no small extent, had she done it?


Damn, what did I do? She asked herself as she began to grow more and more worried as to what she could've done to make Chloe react like that, if she had to name a single flaw that she had, it'd be that she got worried to easily, or not worried, that's a word for pussys, concerned would be a better word, more fitting yet still mature. She'd have to inquire further later.


(Also, that's okay. Me too soon.)

 

[wristalies]

To Rachel's seemingly nonplussed, and concerned reaction, Chloe found it would be easier to pretend she hadn't done anything remarkably stupid. She shrugged, glancing over at the teacher at random intervals to make sure his last phrase hadn't been an abrupt inquiry for her to answer. "Tired." She mouthed back, leaning her elbow against the desk to tilt her head slightly. "You?" It wasn't that often that she was speaking to someone in class, someone who she'd just met yesterday, and having an over complication of communication that she would have gladly taken a Tylenol with, had she remembered that Joyce kept them in the medicine cabinet upstairs.


All things considered, given this girl hadn't ratted her out to Blackwell security, concerning the fight yesterday, Chloe didn't immediately consider her a threat, or just another pretty, popular girl. It was hard to decipher why she was at all interested in making relations with someone outside her normal clique, but that was just something she had to uncover, right?