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Post by Marco on Nov 21, 2005 19:50:27 GMT -5
Marco leaned against the wall in the hallway, waiting to spot Jake. School hadn't started yet, and the young latino boy was tired from a late mission the night before, Shoulda stayed home...saving the world has got to be a good excuse for skipping school. he thought to himself as he yawned and rubbed at his head.
One by one students filed past him, though he didn't see his companions anywhere as of yet. Mostly just a bunch of younger students.
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Post by Dessan on Nov 21, 2005 19:56:23 GMT -5
A small boy, the age of fourteen, as was rather obvious for his size, headed down the hallway. As he made a left and stopped at his locker, he began twisting the lock and entering his combination:
25 left, 7 right, 33 left...
He thought the numbers as he dialed them and then pulled on his lock, but it didn't budge. Stupid thing. Trying not to look suspecious or embarassed, he looked about, thinking no one saw him until he noticed the boy leaning against the wall not but five feet from him. He looked extremely tired, so Dessan thought that maybe he went unnoticed. As he tried again, the lock again didn't yeild much results. That time he banged a fist to his locker in frustration.
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Post by Marco on Nov 21, 2005 20:02:23 GMT -5
Marco jerked alert at the sound of a loud bang, looking around instinctively for trouble. When he saw that it was no more than a young boy he relax a little bit, though his heart was racing from the adrenaline rush.
This kid seemed to be having trouble getting into his locker. The Animorph made his way to where the kid was fighting with the locker, running a hand over his short dark hair, "These things are tricky."
As he spoke he noticed that though the kid was probably a couple years young than him, he was nearly the same hieght. Of course, since Marco was short for his age, it was no surprise.
"You gotta make sure the dial does shift at all when you go to open it. It's a real pain in the butt"
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Post by Dessan on Nov 21, 2005 20:09:18 GMT -5
With a small cough Dessan looked from the locker, to the dial on the lock, and to Marco. "Uh... Alright," he said confusedly, twisting the dial again and then yanking the thing open. He grinned triumphantly and turned back to Marco. "Hey, it worked! Nifty trick there, I suppose... I dislike locks strongly. Uh... Anyways, I don't believe I've seen you around before, but then again you probably aren't even in my grade. The name's Dessan," he informed, holding out his hand for a shake. He let his other hand run through his short brown hair, grimacing as it stuck up on his head. It's not as if he'd made a show of combing it this morning anyways, so it probably wasn't much of a problem, but it annoyed him. "Yea... What's with you? You look like a car ran you over and then switched to reverse to finish the job." With that his grin widened.
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Post by Marco on Nov 21, 2005 20:16:44 GMT -5
"I'm Marco. Nice to meet you Des." He said as he took the hand and shook. He smirked a little at the kid's new messed up hair do, then heard his question regarding Marco's own appearance.
"Pulled an all nighter." He answered honestly, though misleading the answer was, "You don't have much room to talk about not looking good though kid." He smirked, "You've got some freaky multiple cow lick think going on..."
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Post by Dessan on Nov 21, 2005 20:19:54 GMT -5
"All nighter, eh?" he questioned, not expecting an answer. He felt that was honest enough, but he had a suspecion that it was more of a secret why he would stay up late on a school night. So he decided not to pry. "Multiple cow lick, huh..." he muttered, trying to pat his hair down but in vain. Stupid hair... Maybe I should just cut it all off? he thought, discarding that with a mental Nah! He grimaced as he turned around and grabbed the books from his locker, setting a few things into it and then shutting it again.
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Post by Marco on Nov 21, 2005 20:40:00 GMT -5
"So, you're in what grade?" Marco asked, trying to make polite conversation. His dark eyes made to appear darker by the bags beneath them.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and slumped against the lockers again.
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Post by Dessan on Nov 21, 2005 21:03:10 GMT -5
"Oh... Uh... Ninth, if I'm remembering correctly," Dessan replied, smiling sheepishly. "By the look of it, I'd say you aren't to much ahead of me anyhow." Hastily he checked to see if he'd grabbed all the right things. "Yea. So what class you got first off today there, Marco?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow slowly.
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Post by Marco on Nov 21, 2005 21:12:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm sophomore" Marco said with a nod. He really was tired and beginning to seriously think he should have just stayed home.
Des was asking what class he had first, and Marco had to stop and think about it a moment, "Ummm....history I think..."
Shoot...we have a test today, and I didn't get a chance to study... He rubbed the top of his head and sighed.
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Post by Dessan on Nov 21, 2005 21:29:58 GMT -5
Dessan left his eyebrow up. "Oh, now you're worried about something. Well it is Friday so I'm going to go on a longshot and say you've got a test. You were up all night. I'll bet you weren't studying to much, were you? Psh. Probably partying or something by the looks of you," he stated, chuckling lightly. "I'm just kiddin'. We got awhile 'till the bell, I was gunna go look about for my sister, but I guess not. Why were you here anyways? Obviously waiting. Who for then?" he asked, not really knowing where he came up with the waiting idea. Just something that randomly popped into his mind. <Man this guy looks as if he was drunk and passed out on the floor last night...> he thought, rather loudly to himself. 'Course he didn't know it was that loud...
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Post by Marco on Nov 21, 2005 21:37:35 GMT -5
"Yeah, I have a test....no, I didn't study as much as I should...." Marco said, beginning to become slightly irritated with the boy, "And I was waiting for my fr-" He cut himself off short as he heard a voice in his head, one he immediatly reconized as thought speak, or something similar to it. His eyes widened and he glanced around.
Why would someone be in morph in here? It's not like we have a mission...it's dangerous, and Jake wouldn't allow it anyway, unless it was necessarry... His gaze shifted to the boy who stood before him, something was weird here...
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Post by Dessan on Nov 21, 2005 21:42:18 GMT -5
"For your... freind, I'd say? It's not like you'd be waiting for your frenchfry. Anyways... What's up with you?" he asked, watching the boy look about himself like someone had just poked him in the shoulder and now he was trying to find the purpetrator. "Uh... You alright?" he asked again, a tad bit confused. "Just before you ask, I've got science first... Dude, what's wrong?" It seemed as if Marco would never stop looking about himself stupidly.
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Post by Marco on Nov 21, 2005 21:49:22 GMT -5
"Uh...nothin." Marco said, casting one final glance over his shoulder, "Thought I heard something, that's all."
"Science huh? What science are you in?" Marco asked once again trying to make polite conversation, though something about the boy made him uncomfortable.
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Post by Dessan on Nov 21, 2005 21:56:23 GMT -5
Dessan sniffed audibly and leaned left to look behind Marco, as if he himself could find whatever he'd heard. Leaning back into place, he looked behind himself before peering back at Marco. "I'm in Biology this year. Hate it, it's just boring. Seems like I've done it before in every grade before this one or something," he said, scratching his own head.
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Post by Marco on Nov 21, 2005 22:01:00 GMT -5
Marco smirked, biology had become his friend since he became an animorph, what with all the turning into various creatures. He still didn't care for the subject, afterall, highschool bio didn't really cover much time on animals, so it wasn't like morphing helped him. It would be a serious perk if it did...
"Yeah, bio can be pretty boring. There's this one girl I know...she's really into animals. Her parent's are vets. Anyway...she's pretty into biology." He commented trying to make it sound as though Cassie were just a casual acquaintance.
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