Pretty Cunning, Don't ya Think? {see tags in post}

[Michael Eastlyn]

It was Michaels first day at his new job, in a new town, filled with LOTS of new people. Remember, he's been living in a small town for almost his whole life. Not to say that the change wasnt welcome. It was just...different. But he'd get used to it soon enough.

Anyhow, Michael had moved to California to be closer to his daughter, seeing as she was getting married and all, and he figured she'd probably stay in Richmond. Upon deciding to move, he had called up the school, just on a whim, and found out that they had a Vice-Principals job open. He didnt have to do very much, just look menacing and keep the kids in line. Pffft, that wouldnt be so hard, he'd been doing that for the last for the last ten years, give or take, keeping those greasy boys off his daughter. So, he figured he'd make a good go of it. Plus, he'd picked up being the girls soccer coach also.

Chicago had helped him find a place, and she'd had dinner with him last night after he arrived, with Semper also, who Michael found to be quite the gentleman really. He just liked scaring the boy. So far no one knew, except for Chicago and himself, that he was the new Vice Principal, and Chicago had come up with a dastardly plan to give the Eastlyns abit of a laugh.

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As Michael walked about the Quad in the center of the school campus, he surveyed the scene. Only a couple of students milling about so far, but as classes were due to start soon, he knew it'd become crowded soon.

Sensing a shift in the dynamic of the people around him, Michael turned and saw Chicago enter the quad, holding herself gracefully and poised as always. As she sat on a bench, waiting for someone presumably, he caught her eye and she gvae him the slightest nod, which he returned. Game on kiddies.

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*Chicago*

Chicago and her dad had been over the plan. They each knew what they had to do. Basically, the gist was, was that no one knew that her dad was the new VP, except for Tam. But, Tam didnt know what he looked like. Semper on the other hand, knew what he looked like, but didnt know anything about his new job at the school. Chicago and her dad thought it'd be abit of fun to mess with peoples heads just a smidge, by completely denying that they knew eachother in any way, shape or form, and of course, let people know that he wasnt a stalker.

Giving her dad a teeny tiny nod as she walked into the quad, which she saw him return, she smiled to herself. Now all she had to do was wait for someone to comment to her on the strange man lurking in the quad, or for Semp to come up and ask her why her dad was at school with them, to which she would vehemently declare that she knew what her dad looked like, and that wasnt him. Or something to that extent... :S



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notes: okay that took a loooong time :S and its all crap and rambling D:
tags: tam, sage, semp, kaleb, dodge, saffs

[Talasyn Richards]

One or two escaped. She'd tried valiantly to prevent it. Stiff upper lip and being proper in public and all that, just as her parents had raised her. But despite it all those few traitorous tears managed ot escape the lock down she'd placed on them. She took her glasses off as she walked hurriedly, not paying much attention to where she was going, only trying to get away from the lunchroom and the feeling of ineptness that had haunted her her entire life.

One hand was wiping at her cheeks to brush the salty sting away as the other held her glasses, leaving the world around her blurry and distorted. The dark shadow she was walking toward she assumed was just a shadow. That is until she collided with a very solid form that sent her sprawling like a faun on ice backwards and unceremoniously onto her rump on the walkway, her glasses jarred from her hand and falling to the ground somewhere. She couldn't see well enough to tell where they were but she did see the blurry shape of the dark figure move.

"I'm sorry.. so sorry. I should have paid more attention to where I was going." she muttered hastily as she shifted to her knees and like a blind person felt around on the ground in little pats with her hand, trying to find her glasses.

[Michael Eastlyn]

It seemed that time was moving slower as the Eastlyns waited for opportunity to present itself. Michael was doing his best to just blend in, which he seemed to be doing just fine until something, or someone rather, collided with him.

Looking down, he saw a woman sprawled in the floor, patting the ground for something, which he quickly realised, must have been the pair of glasses that lay about a foot away from one of his feet. He leant over swiftly and grabbed them, then crouched down on the ground so he was on eye level with the woman when he placed them into her hands. She was a looker thats for sure, but one of those ones that you just knew werent full of themselves and didnt actual realise their beauty. She had a dainty face with beautiful dark brown hair, and a thin frame. Sure, she could dress differently, but there was no denying she was pretty. Michael realised then that he should probably say something and help the woman up now she had her glasses on. Clearing his throat, he closed his hands gently around her forearms and helped her back up to her feet. "No need to apologise, everyone runs into to someone else every now and then."

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notes: blech, fail D:[/b][/size][/font]

[Talasyn Richards]

"Oh!", she said quietly and a little surprised as she felt the glasses placed in her hand and quickly slipped them on, pushing them up her nose with her pointer finger, head still slightly bowed, as if hiding from the world in that little moment. But as she raised her head and saw the face that was crouched in front of hers a small strangled noise like a squeak left her lips and her eyes grew wide as she sat back on her heels, her arms taken up by the biggest and, oddly, gentlest hands she'd ever felt, helping her to stand.

As if that weren't enough to make her mouth literally drop open for a moment as she stared at the huge man in front of her, there came that voice; deep, rumbly and with a lion's purr to it's undertones. Had she knocked herself out and was really laying unconscious on the ground in real life, drooling on the sidewalk and a walkway column imprint on her forehead? It was like this man had stepped out of one of the smutty, cheesy romance novels she so enjoyed as a guilty pleasure.

She was struck speechless, only able to stare but finally managing to snap her mouth shut at least as she nervously tugged at her cardigan sweater and wrapped her arms around herself, feet fidgeting a bit. "I.. I just.. my glasses were off and well when they're off I can't see a thing.", she laughed a tiny, nervous little laugh and continued speaking quickly and quietly as she stared at the ground near his feet. If she didn't she'd be staring at that massive chest or those gentle, huge hands, or those deep soulful brown eyes, or those perfectly suckable lips ....

Her mental record screeched to an abrupt halt and her cheeks turned bright pink as she continued to ramble nervously. "Blind as a bat really, not that bats are really blind, in fact they have excellent vision which I suppose makes the analogy completely inept and pointless unless I had sonar. But if I did I wouldn't be running into things or people. Perhaps blind as a naked mole rat would be better or newborn kitten. Those would make more sense of course and..."

Her voice trailed off as she looked up at him and then away quickly, blushing even more and feeling twice the fool as she'd let her mouth get away from her once more. Babbling was a danger of social contact really. She'd never mastered the art of the casual conversation or how to make small talk. Humiliated not only by her own two left feet and blindness but now her nerdarific diatribe on nocturnal, flying mammals she gazed a one of the larger rocks out in the Quad near some students and wondered to herself if it was big enough to actually crawl under and hide.

[Deleted]

Chicago was becoming impatient. It was the one day she was excited for people in general to turn up, and where were they all?? Who knew? Flicking her eyes over to where her dad was, she did a double take. Someone had collided ((is that even a word? D: )) with her father and he was helping to her feet. Oh dear. And not an "Oh dear someone could be hurt". This was an "Oh dear, someones run into my father and he looks abit weird and if he starts dating this will be so weird for me and I've never had a mother in my whole life and why am I even thinking about this that way??" kind of an Oh dear. It sounded horrible, but Chicago was a very possesvie person, and as much as she wasnted her dad to be happy.....it was weird.

Gathering up her bag, she strode over, heels clicking on the pavement of the quad, still going with the illusion that she didn't know who the buff man was. Approaching Ms Richards, she gave a warm smile. "Ms Richards! Are you okay? I saw you crash but, I was too far away to get to you quick enough to be any kind of help. ..It looks like this guy was kind enough to help you out huh? ..Speaking of...who is this hunk-a-spunk? Never seen you around these parts before. Don't quite take so kindly to strangers, if you know what I mean.." She continued, her natural country Michigan accent and terminology invading her voice abit unintentionally, as it did whenever she was around her father. Damn subconcious..

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notes: thought itd be better if i posted with Chicago :S let me know. Sorry sorry sorry it took me so long to post DD':