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Thread: Warm Welcomes to the Antichrist

It took him a second or two before he realized somebody was talking to him. His eyes blinked open and he looked at Hailee before sitting up and taking out his right earphone. too, or just being one of them strong silent types? Allan opened his mouth as though to speak, but didn't, and she continued. He was curious as to why she was outside rather than in the gymnasium, on her first day. She made a brief mention of gossip and then there was a silence as Allan figured out what and whether or not to say. Um if I had to guess, I'd say you've been relegated to 'team faggot'. he muttered reservedly, Happens more often than I'd care to retell. He pressed pause and popped the other headphone out of his ear, made a loop, and wrapped his headphones around his player, pulling the last few centimetres of cable through the loop and tightening it. He shoved it in his pocket and leaned forward, crossing his arms and resting his elbows on his knees, looking out to the field. You're half right. I am pretentious. Allan smiled slyly and turned to her. I'm surprised you're out here right now. They might mention you during the assembly and notice your absence, which could shit on your reputation if it isn't tarnished enough already, no offence. he said, with less hesitation. He sat for a few seconds wordlessly before he hopped down to the dirt at the base of the bleachers. There was a moment where he wondered about the dangers both to himself and to her of correspondence with her. Unique though she may be, his plans for the school could have serious consequences for the both of them should she be caught in the tumble. On the other hand, she was new and probably not yet aware of the seriousness of her 'crimes'. Allan was sympathetic, but tenuously so. There had been a time when he had dared to be visible, and he was still suffering the consequences. He approached her and extended his hand. Allan. he said with a smile. Maybe an ally was just what he needed. All of a sudden, his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket. Allan returned his phone to his pocket, glanced at the double doors of the school He sighed, and looked back at Hailee. Morning break is half over, we should head back soon. he sighed, visibly irate, What's your next class?
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Math. You know, where you learn dyke plus dyke equals abomination. She joked, only shooting him a smirking glance before looking back up at the sky. She stared at his hand for a moment before shooting hers out letting him help pull her back to a sitting position. Is this place have like an asshole quota or something? Was it a pre-req to get in or something? You are the first non-complete asshole I've had the pleasure of meeting. It was obvious she talked pretty quick, a slight accent gracing her voice a very light bit of Spanish that she was definitely not born with but, acquired. She shrugged off the announcements not really caring about her reputation all that much. She didn't want to try for these assholes. She only had a few months until she was eighteen and then, well, it really didn't matter if she was in school or not. That was just one of the few thoughts that replayed in her head like a broken record urging her to just fuck the day off and leave. Anyway, I don't really care about this little hell-hole's announcements. What would the assembly due but make sure everyone knew exactly who to try to kick. Though it's not like I have anyone to blame. I did choose to dress like this for a reason. She popped her knuckles as a smirk formed in a quiet brooding fashion. I mean. I figured this school needed to get a taste about how much I hated it off the bat. Bible thumpers....no offense man. She said turning to look at him, realizing she may have insulted his beliefs. But out of the people I've met today everyone seems to be snorting the holy spirit like cocaine. It's a bit scary.
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Allan chuckled but shook his head. The asshole quota has long since been filled. Surprised the WBC hasn't started recruiting here, it'd be a cake walk. Allan nodded as she spoke, visibly become more relaxed. I know how you feel. When I first came to this school, I had a pretty hard time wrapping my brain around the culture. Not much changes, so far as I can tell. I can't ever seem to make myself quite scarce enough, though it's occasionally left me opportunities but he trailed off. He looked away momentarily, as if remembering something, slid his hands in his pockets and then looked back in her direction. You really don't have to worry about offending me. If I once held beliefs about an omnipotent being, they've long since been extinguished. No loving God would allow this place to exist. I'm as atheist as they come. Or a satanist, if you'd prefer. he said with a wink. He was admittedly impressed. She was cynical and sharp, voracious come the subject of ignorance. Cute, too, in all of the ways to which rebellion lends itself. Allan withheld a grin. Stepping backwards, he tilted his head to suggest she come with him. I have math, too. Most math courses are in the same wing, so either I'm in your class or you're across the hall. Anyways, I already have the answers most of tomorrow's homework. I can fill you in if you like.
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Ooh. Satanist has a nice ring to it. Kinda like our own special club. And who in their right mind turns down math answers? She grinned getting up, popping her neck. Her hands fell back into her pockets as she walked off the bleachers with him, her posture slouched with good humor. So what about this framing thing? Are you hinting that these people actually have the brain power to be diabolical instead of just painfully aggravating? Though her tone was light, almost nonchalant, there was the slightest glint of worry in her eyes. She always typically had a smooth operation when it came to her, for lack of better word, schemes, but she had no experience in people actively trying to nail her with things. Particularly things she didn't even do. I only ask because I didn't factor in any actual intelligence in these people. I mean, the WBC are at least comprised of lawyers. I figured that all the creationism, ignorance, and holy cocaine would have done something to this particular population by now. She pushed her hand through her hair thinking. She wasn't good around authority...she never really was. Even in the most open-minded schools she had been through she ended up with sour relationships with most of her teachers and principals. It didn't help that this place was built like some kind of totalitarian regime in her mind. So if she got in trouble for something that she wast literally framed for, she would have a very hard time talking herself out of it.
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Tried to chuckle, but it came as more of a sigh. They already dislike you. But their lack of brain power is exactly why you're most at risk. It may be a christian school, but just as much shit happens here as any other. Some of it even more serious. He paused, finding the words, slowing as they approached the concrete steps. A kid almost died here. he said, pointing at the steps. A week before graduation four days after coming out of the closet. They tried to blame somebody for it. This was a few years ago, of course. Anyways the kid testified against Greg, but they didn't believe his testimony and tried to pin it all on this other kid with severe bipolar disorder, or paranoid schizophrenia or something. Even the school counsellor, who'd never actually seen him, claimed he was a violent psychopath. Showed up at school a day later I'd never seen a kid look more scared or guilt-ridden. Of course he hadn't done it, the kid was like, ten pounds lighter than I was at the time, quiet, nice enough guy. Anyways his parents withdrew him from the school, and eventually court found him not guilty. But still, that's something you can never really escape. Criminal record or not, he has that reputation to live with. Let's change the subject. It's your first day here and I think I'm doing more harm than good. he said, throwing on a smile and walking up the steps. He put his hand on the door and turned to her. What about music what do you listen to? he asked as he opened the door. He made a slight hand gesture, a 'you first', and tried his best to lighten his expression.
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Though she was quiet throughout his story, she gave a couple flinches involuntarily. Despite the reputation, Hailee generally tried to live as non-violently as possible. This is not to say she wouldn't pull out a knife in self-defense, or that she was a push-over in any sense. Merely that she had rules about it. Namely, the offending party had to hit first. But even with her rules she had to break them, and often. It was simply part of being a foster kid. Group homes were little more than prisons for people under eighteen, and in prison you did what you could to survive. It didn't help that a lot of the kids had suffered all kinds of abuse both from their biological parents and their various sets of foster parents. Just thinking about it made her sweat a little more than an average person. She shot him a look as he held open the door, her brow furrowing slightly as she puzzled over the gesture. It wasn't as if she was angry or even offend. Simply...confused. In her experiences when hanging out with guys, she was just another one of 'em. A regular average bro and nothing more. It was a curse she never really shook off. Inwardly she assumed it was just politeness, a characteristic she noticed Allan had a lot of, but it took a second or two for it to register in her brain. She walked in with him before answering his question. Well, other than the obvious, I've been known to enjoy a bit of Ludwig Van with my fellow droogs. She joked, wondering if he would catch the reference before continuing, But really..I listen to a little bit of everything. A good guitarist has to. I like a lost of acoustic-folkie stuff. Techno is awesome, I had a bit of an electric-techno ish band back in New York. I like rock, obviously, but when I was in Louisiana I got in a bit of a jazz groove. Umm, Yeah, hip-hop's pretty good too. Depending. Kinda went through an MCrapper phase in Alabama. But yeah, always been a bit of a head thrasher. She gave a shrug. I'm not much for mainstream music, but I'm not a complete hipster either, even if I make most of my own clothes. What about you? She asked cocking her head in his direction as they walked.
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Allan nodded as she listed off her tastes, some of which he was unfamiliar with, impressed at her expansive tastes. He made a mental note of her past musical experience and then shrugged. Some of the same. Classical, though I'm more into Mahler. A lot of jazz. He paused for a few moments, considering the question. I don't listen to as many different genres of music as you do, so I feel kind of foolish talking about music. I must listen to some pretty weird stuff, considering. I guess, um Classical, Jazz, psychedelic noise, experimental black metal I listen to Miles and Brubeck fairly regularly, with others. Some of it is harder to categorize Narrowing his eyes slightly, he opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it prematurely. Eh, forget it. I'll just have to show you sometime. That came out horribly, he thought. They approached Allan's locker and he opened it, grabbing his bag and shoving his math binder inside. He looked around. Students were milling about, grabbing their things for the next class. Many of them were glancing towards Hailee expectantly. The hallway was somewhat noisy, but he could tell a good number of them were talking about her about both of them. Allan closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. Uh they might not have given you a lock yet. he said, turning his head, If that's the case, feel free to use my locker for the time being. Checking his watch, he tilted his head to each side and brought a hand up to his shoulder, kneading it for a moment, sore from earlier that morning.
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Hailee chuckled. Wasn't the first time she got that response when it came to her musical tastes. At least this time it didn't sound condescending coming from his mouth. An eyebrow was raised as he spoke, her eyes obviously impressed. She was sure that in this community, anything besides gospel was probably considered satanic. So it was nice to have a fellow rebel when it came to that. Which just made her mind wander to a few of the problems at hand. She had been uprooted yet again, and her main source of income, namely the few gigs her and her bad got, was now gone. True she could get a job, she was definitely stubborn enough to get one, but she did have certain preferences. ...I'll have to show you sometime. Damn. They were still talking about music right? He didn't just ask her out did he? Cause that would be a bit awkward. She hated having anything resembling the average date let alone any kind of significant other crap. Until she graduated which given the fact her credits were all kinds of fucked up from her constant moving probably wouldn't happen any time soon she didn't like starting up anything like that. It would be nice until it hurt like hell when she had to leave. But she gave him a smile and a non-committal shrug. Maybe. I'm never opposed to...hearing new music...? She said a bit unsure, mentally kicking herself for getting lost in her head like that. She waited for him by his locker, trying not to laugh at all the stiffs staring at her. It was just too damn easy to be hated by these people. It was honestly amusing to her. Hypocrisy had a way of getting so over the top it was ridiculous. Love thy neighbor...unless that neighbor is different from you. Then you should kill your neighbor and eat his or her spleen. She thought cracking up. No offense, but I don't need it. If I can't carry it on my back it's obviously not important. Plus I have a P.E. locker. I just need another lock for it, She said shaking her head. She leaned closer to him for a moment before whispering, Plus I tend to operate on a no casualty basis. I'm not going to have your shit ruined just because Asshole McDouchebag tries to break into it to get to my pathetic stuff. Thanks for the offer though that's appreciated. She moved back to the set six inches to a foot away from him him that seemed to be the proper distance to just be acquaintances. Man, I hope my goat is okay. Some of these people look a little too...well....exotic if you know what I mean. She smirked at some football player as they passed. Even if it is non-existent. I think I may have excited one to many people with the possibility.
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Allan felt slightly embarrassed. She'd noticed his slip-up it seemed. He turned to his locker, and rooted through his belongings for his textbook and homework. He heard her laugh briefly and leaned into his locker. Retrieving his textbook, he stuffed it into his bag and closed his locker, quickly locking it and twisting the dial. He listened, hoisting the bag over his shoulder, and turned back to her, as if to speak, but she continued. Gradually he closed his mouth and shrugged. No casualties. he repeated awkwardly as she distanced herself. Alright well, that's your choice I guess. She'd been close, just now, and it made him just a bit nervous, because she was probably right. She hadn't met Greg yet, who would probably have gone the extra mile to ruin Allan's locker, should he have found that Hailee had taken him up on it. He didn't mention this to her, of course. They made their way down the hall to the math room. The halls were noisy, peppered with trite remarks about Hailee and Allan, which made it clear to him that he was now once again under scrutiny. It was too early in the semester for this, he thought. He shook it off and they reached Allan's math class. He turned to her, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Do you know which prof you have? You're either with Mr. Smith in this room or Mrs. Abbott in the one across the hall. The door was still open and students were still shuffling in, one or two of them glancing nervously at Hailee and Allan as they passed.
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Hailee smiled to every single person they passed, and even waved at a few. At this point, if her reputation was as bad as Allan hinted it could be, there was no point in being a bitch to people outright. She could be annoyingly perky too. Even though she didn't have pigtails or a pleated skirt. She dug her schedule out at Allan''s question before nodding in the direction of the room they were at. I have Smith. She said looking up from the paper brightly, before folding it up and putting it back in her pocket. You have this class too right? She asked trying not to sound desperate. It wasn't that she was afraid of her classmates, or rather, audience, but she definitely didn't want to be alone with them. Gym was bad enough. She didn't want to snap and get in trouble on her first day. I mean I really suck at math. She covered fluently. I could definitely use some help as far as where everyone is at and stuff. It was only a half lie. She wasn't bad at math as much as she was slow with it. As soon as she understood something, she could do it upside down and backwards, she just always needed it explained about four different ways before the proverbial wires in her head connected and she figured it out. She took a step in the classroom, looking around for professor, but not seeing him yet. God she hoped she wouldn't have to introduce herself again. It was getting more than a little aggravating. Her whole day, being two classes, was already weighing on her and she could feel the start of a headache in the back of her head. Not a good sign. She would definitely need to be more theatrical then to keep things interesting. Which, gave her a few more ideas for a tomorrow, and she smiled to herself in a strange kind of way. She would need to write that down before she forgot.
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Uh yeah. he replied. Her friendliness surprised him a little, though he was glad to see that, perhaps his introduction to the workings of the school hadn't freaked her out too much. It was just solid advice for not getting screwed. Allan chuckled at her admission I somehow doubt you're that bad at math. The math curriculum here is nothing special, you'll do fine if you don't doze off. I'll help out if I can, though. We just finished transformations, we're doing Conics and graphing algebra. He stepped into the classroom and walked towards the window, hovering about two desks towards the back. Most of the desks further up had been occupied. He sat, and looked briefly out the window. The weather was still fairly nice, but he was some dark clouds clustered on the horizon. There might be rain that afternoon. He slung his bag under the desk and sat down, and fished out his binder, his textbook and a notepad. Allan sighed and sat back in his seat. Mr. Smith is usually early, gives kids trouble if they show up late, other than that, he's alright. he noted idly. As if on cue, an older man, maybe in his fifties or sixties, with a shiny bald head and a greying moustache stepped into the room. The room slowly fell silent as Mr. Smith began writing on the blackboard, coughing once or twice before turning to the class. Good morning, ladies and gents. he announced, Turn to page 235 in your textbooks, that's chapter nineteen. The man slowly scanned the classroom until he saw Hailee, and smiled a well-aged grin. You must be Hailee. You'll have to share a book with somebody today pick up your textbooks from the office at the end of the day. Carrying on, he returned his attention to the chalkboard and resumed drawing figures.
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Hailee gave a mock salute, Right-o sir! she said cheerfully, plopping down in a desk next to Allan. She didn't want to abuse his kindness too much, but in all honesty she was a little less than comfortable sharing a book with someone else. She was more or less silent as the professor lectured. She scribbled in her notebook dully, small doodles, lines of random poetry, the occasional note actually pertaining to math. However her ADD rattled brain couldn't take much more of the boring, and quickly fell into writing her observations and checklists in her notebook. So apparently there was a murder here. How lovely. Don't forget to bring knife tomorrow, and a planned parenthood tee? There is an obvious need for girls to wear pink. Check craigslist for bands to join. She sighed, turning the page of her spiral, wondering how she got into the annoying habit of writing everything down. Perhaps it was one of those things that she developed to cope with the constant moving. Then again, in her book, psychology was sixty percent bullshit. She started ahead of the others, realizing she had already been doing this crap for a while. What was it about moving? You never actually finished a textbook. Hell, she doubted she would ever get past chapter ten. She chortled a bit thinking about it. Once the prof gave them time to work, she looked at Allan with a cheerful grin that was just kissed with a smirking attitude. This looks fun. Pretty sure that I've done this for the past two years. she said conversationally.
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Allan smirked a little as Hailee sat down. She seemed cheerful despite his introduction. Class progressed at a snail's pace, and soon enough Hailee was doodling something in her notebook, and Allan's attention span was equally parched. He began to silently tap his foot and finger to some imagined, evolving beat. His eyes defocused while he contemplated some unheard tune. Minutes later, he drew a notepad from his pocket, which had been pre-filled with tablature and drum tab lines. He hastily scribbled a few symbols into each, marked down the measures and time signatures and flipped back a couple of pages and crossed out another few measures. For a while, he flipped idly through the pages, idly glancing at Hailee's notebook once or twice, before stowing the pad back into his pocket and glancing in Hailee's direction. He smiled a little. Yeah it does seem repetitive at times, doesn't it? Tthere doesn't ever seem to be much of a difference between one assignment and the next. But I bet it's worse for you, new school and all. Where did you go to school before you came here, by the way? he quietly replied. He scratched his neck briefly, eyes flitting from Hailee to the prof and back.