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Post by Dallas Richmond on Mar 18, 2012 10:13:21 GMT -5
Dallas made his way towards the locker bay, being careful not to walk past the classes he was skipping out of. He was going to go down to the mall and do the guy thing, you know? He wandered slowly into the locker bay area and looked around, reaching up to run his hand through his short cropped hair. Dally was tired and he would rather just go home and sleep, but the mall was ten times better than this, and it was nearly ten times better than sleeping. So, he would go to the mall.
Dallas whistled lowly as he walked; getting his drivers permit had been easy enough and now he drove everywhere. It also didn't help that he looked pretty good in his beat up car. Dallas chuckled; hell no he looked damn right goofy in his car. He needed to save up for a truck. A truck that would put everyone else's car to shame. Twirling the lock on his locker, Dallas spun the combination in and opened the door, wincing when he saw the state it was in.
Binders piled messily over one another and a sweater or two hanging from the tiny metal hooks that all lockers came with. Dally sighed and grabbed a sweater, sniffed it and shrugged; shutting the locker and clicking the lock back in place, he headed for the student parking lot which was just out the doors. The tall senior was nervous about graduating at the end of the year; sure he had all of his credits and had his community hours, but... what happens after high school?
Will the parties be the same? As he reached his car, he shoved his hands into his pocket to get his keys.... and then he remembed they were sitting in his locker. Growling with slight frustration, he turned away from his car and headed back to the locker bay, frowning slightly. |
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Post by nikita baranova on Mar 18, 2012 13:40:55 GMT -5
Nikita wasn't sure how she had manged it, but somehow this semester she had a free period. She had thought earlier that she wouldn't have any until senior year, if at all. She did suppose that she could have filled the slot with an elective to get another credit out of the way, but Nikita found she was liking having a midmorning break. She thought that then she might actually organize her already cluttered locker. The thing was like a black hole, it seemingly sucked in all her things and made it impossible for them to be found. She shook her head at herself as she rounded the corner to the lockers.
If her mother saw the state of her locker she would be appalled. Nikita laced her thumbs through the front belt loops of her jeans, a little weirded out how empty the area was, even if it was class time. There was only one other person there, a boy she didn't know, a senior she supposed. Nikita smiled in his direction, although initiating conversation with complete strangers still laid outside her comfort zone. Nikita paused before her locker, hurriedly putting in the combination before tugging on the handle only to find that it didn't budge.
Nikita sighed lightly to herself, putting the combination in again, this time more slowly. Yet again the door wasn't opening, it seemed she had managed to get the door stuck. She cursed under her breath in her native Russian before pulling on the door again, it was coming loose at the upper corner though the rest of the door still remained stubbornly closed. Nikita half-wondered whose job it had been over the summer to make sure all the lockers worked, or if it had even been assigned at all. At any rate, this was unacceptable, the year had barely started!
Nikita heaved a sigh of frustration and returned to attempting to pry open her stuck locker, at this point no longer paying attention to the senior down the hall a little ways, she did need to get in there...
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Post by Dallas Richmond on Mar 19, 2012 12:15:12 GMT -5
Heading back to the locker bay and avoiding anyone was fine, but getting into the locker bay hoping to have most of it for himself was tough. A tall girl was at her locker, trying to get it open. Dally went to his locker, furiously spun the combo in and grabbed his keys. But, she was still struggling with her locker, and well... Dally couldn't leave her like that. So, he headed over to her area, a slight smile on his face. When Dally wanted to, he could be charming, and he wasn't going to waste any of it helping this girl.
"Hey... need help with that?" Dally asked, leaning against the locker beside her's. He could see the top of the locker sticking out, and saw that the majority of the body was wedged. Dally almost chuckled; he had that locker in ninth grade and it had been stuck like that then too. Thankfully he was in a better part of the locker bay, but this poor girl got the jammed one. He flicked his gaze over her, impressed with what he saw. "This locker gets jammed frequently, so maybe you should tell your homeroom that you're going to move lockers,"
(ooc; sucky post is sucky)
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Post by nikita baranova on Mar 19, 2012 19:27:19 GMT -5
Nikita frowned to herself, she hoped that it wasn't her own doing getting the locker door so incredibly stuck. It had seemingly been glued there, though she decided that it wasn't her fault. Her locker was cluttered, but not overflowing, likely ruling out the possibility that something had gotten in the way. Well, this was a wonderful way to spend her free period, trying to pry open a locker. Nikita flicked her head slightly to get her hair out of her eyes before repositioning her hands to try a different approach to gain access to her possessions. That didn't seem to be working either.
Nikita had been just about to brace her foot on the closed locker beside her for leverage when the senior she had previously thought was going to ignored her offered his help. She looked over at him with a smile, she wasn't used to strangers being helpful. She found a lot of people would pass her by, simply because they thought her foreign, even if she was born right in Jhoplin. Nikita couldn't help that Russian was her first language, it was what her parents used in the home. "Ya," said Nikita, releasing her locker to tuck her red tresses behind her ears, "that would be wonderful."
She just hoped her accent wasn't too pronounced, Nikita was rather self-conscious about it, even if by this point it was very slight- hardly noticeable except on certain words. Her brother Viktor, of course, the perfect one, hadn't ever really had an accent at all. She ran a hand through her hair. "I will have to do that," said Nikita, stepping back so the senior could attempt to pry open her locker. Nikita didn't doubt that he was capable, he looked strong.
((ooc: No worries, it's been a long day so my brain is fried >.>))
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