School's out forever! ...just kidding.

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Who: SCHOOLBOUND/TRUANT KIDS/TEENS.
Where: SCHOOLS (And wherever the truant decide to wander).
What: SCHOOL/TRUANT THINGS.
When: First & second day of port! (Thursday and Friday, right?) For whatever time frame school happens in.
Warnings: None! I hope. Well, maybe bad kid things like drugs, booze, skipping, setting things on fire. Fights in

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Arrival!

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[It's time for the morning meet'n'greet with your schoolmates! Didn't find a knapsack, wallet or purse with your name anywhere in it? Don't like the name you have and hope people call you something else? Mill around here before the bell and see if anyone addresses you. See if you have a nickname!

...like Thor.]

I wasn't stalkerishly waiting for a post like this... O_o

[talldarksaviour]

[Damon's all set for school. Apparently, appearances must be kept. He's been sent off with his books, bag, lunch money. Aaand he's standing outside the school gates trying to work up the nerve to dive into school yard hell. How did Stefan do it? Even with vampire wiles the idea's be daunting, and without... This was going to be hell. He was never this kid. Not even when he was a kid, was he this kid.]

Re: Arrival! - derp what is Five's port name? Merle's prob had it written down somewhere.

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin - 'Merle Tucker', aged eighteen, high school senior (whatever that meant) - had washed up at the school in the hope of blending in, but facing the inexplicable behemoth of teenagers ahead of him/her had made him realise he might have been better off calling in sick. Hayley had told him a little bit about American high schools and they had sounded daunting. The reality was worse.

When he saw a certain someone milling around, though, it was all he could do not to flinch. As far as Merle's - telephone? - could tell him, he was her boyfriend. And he supposed that pretending otherwise would count as not blending in. He smiled, very faintly, at the boy.]

I don't think Terrance would tell ANYONE his name :| HE IS CALLED "THOR" IN THIS KINGDOM.

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[And some poor, unfortunate young man who has no idea that this young woman is the "Tuesday Night" listed in his cell phone contact list gives her an uncomfortable smile in return before turning his gaze back down to his phone. Texting everyone in your list is bound to come up with interesting results, right?

At least Merle's phone will probably confirm that it's him, however odd the message itself is.]

Is your name actually Tuesday? I havexxxx can't remember.

Bad Kids

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[Wanna meet up in class? Do that in your own thread. Thor has found himself being fairly dragged from the school entrance to a cosy little spot under the bleachers at the edge of a playing field, where some burly chaps are sharing illegal substances and talking about conquests of sexual and/or destructive natures.

He looks distinctly uncomfortable, but he can say "Yeah!" pretty well, and nobody seems to notice. Rescue him. :c

OR DO YOUR OWN BAD BOY/GIRL THINGS IN OTHER PLACES.]

Lunchtime

[talldarksaviour]

[Managed to reach midday without any major problems? Well done, now to navigate the minefield that is a cliquish dining hall. Damon picks up his tray and scans the room while attempting to hide said scanning. He starts to head towards an empty space, eyes out for trip-causing feet stuck out in the aisles.]

Parking Lot, During Classes

[breakmychest]

[Spike is not going to attend classes and he doesn't bloody care who notices. Instead, he's got a pack of cigarettes he nicked and a lighter.

Unfortunately, he's not used to smoking when he actually needs air. So instead of calming him down like it usually does, the cigarette is making him break into hacking coughs.]

Parking Lot, During Classes

[breakmychest]

[Spike raises an eyebrow at his comment and tosses the pack over.] So I've heard. Somehow, I'm not too worried.