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Post by Ryan Warren on Mar 18, 2009 2:37:18 GMT -5
Ryan exited the office quickly, glancing around the semi-crowded halls before skirting around the groups of people loitering around. He looked at the notes in his hand, his admit slip that would get him into his classes, and the one marked with his locker number. He gently pushed his glasses back up on his nose and looked around again. With his height, it was fairly easy to map out a plan in his head to avoid the moving groups of people.
He walked, his back hunched down to lower himself, moving from one side of the hall to the other. He stuffed the notes roughly into the pocket of his jeans, knowing he was only going to need to pull them back out and look at them in a few minutes to double check them. He sighed, stopping and looking at the locker next to him see where he was. Turns out he was close. Nice... Very nice. Maybe he wouldn't need the notes again. He walked a little further, and found the right number.
He twirled the dial and unlocked it, popping the door open. He took of his glasses shaking out his hair and then slid them back on, sitting them on top of his head. He pulled of his bag and took out a book, placing it carefully on the ledge and then pushed the bag into the locker, along with his jacket.
Then he paused. Where had he put his glasses? He took a step back from his locker, his gaze travelling up and down, settling on his bag, searching the cracked open zipper. No... That couldn't be right... Where had he put them...? His gaze fell to the floor and he looked around. This was strange... Were where they...? Maybe he had never brought them...? And then he spaced out, his eyes glossing over as he stood a few feet from his open locker... In the way of traffic.
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Post by king on Mar 18, 2009 13:53:28 GMT -5
Walking through the halls, TJ was still adjusting to how such a big place this school was as his last school had pretty much just been one three-story building with a field in back. Bit of a shock going to a school where there were several buildings of similar size. Other than size, pretty much school was school regardless of where it was, same crap different place.
Of course as TJ made his way along the long halls without much a hindrance until he saw what was ahead. Some kid was zoned out in the way of the foot traffic. Now it would be easy enough to get around and given where he grew up TJ was thinking that he kid might have taken a little something to help him through the day, maybe too much of something. Even though he figured he’d make the effort to stop the kid from getting knocked over or something by a dick, which ironically would have been him any other day. It was easy enough to get over to the kid, once there TJ reached out his arm and grabbed the kid’s shoulder to pull him aside with a good tug since it didn’t seem like there would be much resistance and thus no need for great force.
“Hey, dude… trying to get trampled or what?”
Now the kid looked like a bit of a ner- er… smart guy. Smart guys were usually good at school work, thus being nice to them could get you help with said school work. That simple little… something… had gotten TJ through two English classes with hard-ass teachers, three science classes including biology, and every math class he had taken since the sixth grade. Usually meant that he treated ner-… smart guys better than people who he had more in common with.
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Post by Ryan Warren on Mar 18, 2009 15:12:20 GMT -5
Ryan continued to stand a few feet away from his locker, completely lost in his own world. At this particular moment, there were a hundred different thoughts flowing through his mind, all random and completely unrelated. He was only briefly aware of the students moving around him because he was in the way, but frankly, he didn't care. Not because he was rude or anything. Simply because he just... didn't care at this particular moment.
His thoughts tried to focus themselves as he tried to pinpoint where he had left his glasses, but he was so far gone into his own mind that he was unable to pull himself out at this point on his own. In some ways, it was frightening, but not so much, because he really didn't even realize he was 'gone'. That... And he was quite happy being lost in his mind... It was like being in a tv show.
Ryan was currently reliving his morning in the office trying to get his note to get into class when he felt the tug on his shoulder. The movement of his body was enough to pull him back and his mind slammed back into relaity. He blinked a few times clearning his sight and focusing on the person he assumed had pulled his shoulder. Ryan honestly didn't even know he had spaced out.
“Hey, dude… trying to get trampled or what?”
"Huh? I'm sorry, what?" Ryan looked at the guys face. They were the same height. That was nice. But this guy was much bigger. More... built. Not someone Ryan really wanted to start something with, or get on the wrong side of. Just what he needed. First day back and he makes an enemy. But as for being trampled... Ryan straightened, reaching up and dropping his glasses back onto his nose, completely forgetting that he had thought he had lost them.
He let out a nervous laugh and looked around. "Trampled? I don't know what your talking about, I'm sorry... I'm Ryan."
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Post by king on Mar 20, 2009 12:30:40 GMT -5
{OoC: Sorry on the delay, everytime I went to write a reply I started copying your character with a space out.}
Ok, space cadet. Obviously the guy had been enjoying his little trip wherever within his own mind, shame that TJ had to bring him out of it. He wished he had the ability to just disappear inside his own mind for a while, but his head tended to be boring and he would fall asleep. That was probably a side effect from being a boxer, getting smacked in the head took away his creativity and ability to day dream! Ok, enough of that nonsensical melodrama. TJ eyed the kid when given the bizarre response, at least by his own standards, with an eyebrow cocked in much the fashion of Steven Colbert or the Rock.
“Well Ryan, I’m TJ.”
There may have been a bit of a condescending tone to the way he introduced himself simply because he was slightly suspicious that the kid was high. Just something about the way he was acting seemed… off. Now TJ had plenty experience, unfortunately, in detected and dealing with people who were in some kind of altered mental state, be it alcohol, meth, pot, or heroin due to his dealings with his mother and a lesser extent his older brother. Granted he no longer had to do that but the lessons tend to stick in those situations. TJ lowered his head slightly so that he was looking upward slightly at Ryan and got to the point.
“You high?”
Now if you thought TJ’s experience meant he was going to try and be tricky about it… no. The easiest way to figure out if someone was high was to ask them. Either they admit it or deny it. Depending on how they denied such accusations there were subtle clues to whether or not they were lying, which being high made it almost impossible to hide. Great way to meet someone though ‘hi’ ‘hi’ ‘are you high?’.
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