(Is anyone gonna take that last senior available? Cause if not I wouldn't mind playing another character. I might do a guy this time... something new . I'll edit in a bio for him in a minute.)

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Name: Blaine Rutherford

Age: 17, almost 18 (Senior)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall (about 6'5), lean but athletically muscular, tan skin, shaggy black hair, pale blue eyes

Personality: (Subject to change) Outgoing, likeable, will talk to anybody who will listen and he talks a lot, can be smart but usually doesn't put his mind to his work, often speaks and acts before thinking

School: He doesn't like most classes. Math and science are torture for him, and he finds history extremely boring. He thinks english is rather tolerable, but the only subject he enjoys fully is literature. He loves to read. Other than that, he puts a lot of effort into sports. His favorite sport is baseball.

History: Blaine's parents were two Christian missionaries who traveled around the world spreading their faith. In fact, Blaine was born in Venezuala (sp?) when his mother and father were on a mission trip. He was raised in church, and when he turned 10, he began traveling with his parents when he wasn't in school. One year, when Blaine was 13, his parents left for a mission trip. Due to his school, he wasn't able to go that time. His parents never returned. Having no other surviving family, he was sent to a community home for orphans. The next year, he began attending Kandlemoore High. He has enjoyed his education there.

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Ciaran sat to one side of the group, a part of it, but still somewhat on the outside. He listened to the principal's explanation of calling the students to the office.

After Elle finished talking, he spoke up. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't understand. What could we do? Wouldn't the faculty be better at dealing with the...incidents?"

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Blaine swung his head, getting his shaggy black hair out of his eyes. Years ago, he would have casually laughed the whole situation off, disregarding it as absurd. Now, he knew different. Some of those seniors who had disappeared had been his friends.

Still, he managed to force a grin as he turned to Ciaran. "Of course the faculty wouldn't be better," he scoffed playfully. He pushed up the sleeve of his uniform shirt, and flexed the muscle of his arm. "We'll face whatever may come with brawn...." He dropped his arm and then tapped his temple with his index finger. "And brains." He stood up from his chair and puffed out his chest in a sarcastic show of strength. "We shall be unstoppable!"

The principal gave him and meaningful look, and Blaine sat down again. When he was once again seated, the principal rolled his eyes at him. "Okay," Blaine said, now serious, "So really, what do you want us to do?"

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((is it okay if Blaine and Louy know each other since they're both seniors?))

Louy rolled her eyes at Blaine. Of course he would do something like that.
"Something like this happened last year. The teachers get a little... touchy, if you know what I mean. They noticed every single little thing and blew it up like it was a big deal." she whispered to Ciaran...

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Ciaran nodded. "I've noticed a bit of that." he said. "But I still don't understand what's going on. I mean, what does the tunnel and books in the library have to do with the missing students?"

For Mr. Conrad Aaron Douglas, chief troublemaker, irresponsible git, President of Sarcasm, and hater of all things having to do with school - being called to the principals office was nothing to get excited about. He practically lived in the Principals office; he might as well have pitched a tent and campfire in there and a "home sweet home" mat at the door.

And so, he found nothing so terribly usual when his Physics teacher dismissed him from class early, and told him the principal desired to see him. He made his way over there, slumped in a chair, pick-pocketed things when the principals back was turned, and waited to be throughly throttled for one of his recent escapades.

But then other students started showing up.

Good students.

Conrad began to feel most uncomfortable: much the way a snake feels in the company of angels. He glared at everyone without excuse, and muttered ill things about the teacher in recompense for him being so confused.

Finally, when he at last made note of what their purpose was, Conrad's hand shot madly in the air, even though he was directly in front of the principal, he waved it about as crazily aggravating as possible.

"Uh, not to interrupt the nice chain of thought we've got going here- but what the heck did you want *me* for, Captain Hawkeye? I ain't exactly *in* with this group."

And it was true. He wasn't exactly, in with any group, since none of the typical high school cliche's could stand him.

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"Could you try to?" said Merry. Actually, that wasn't really what she said - it was what she would have said in a perfect world, where everybody's dialogue was sure-fire and impeccably witty. But unfortunately life at Kandlemoore was anything but perfect, and in reality she said nothing and sat listening meekly, scuffed shoes tucked underneath her chair.

Everybody else was kindly voicing her questions for her - except Conrad, who was being slightly irritating - so Merry kept her comments to herself. It really was just like a book, she thought with a touch of satisfaction. Though likely this tunnel would turn out to be an old sewer line or some such and life would go on being predictably monotonous. Oh well. Couldn't hurt to pretend.

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The ever patient Mr. Richard Stuart glared over at Conrad, his eyes peeking over the rims of his spectacles, which were definatly too small for his face.

"You Mr. Conrad Aaron Douglas, were chosen for your brawn." He gave the simple explaination to misbehaving teen, and then turned back to the others. "The rest of you, on the contrare, were chosen for brains, relyability, obedience, and leadership." He sent one last glare in Conrad's direction, and continued,

"Those of you here, accompanied by Mrs. and Mr. Harris," The principal motioned to the outgoing history teacher and her husband, "And will explore this tunnel with two goals: 1) To determine what it is, and 2) To determine if it has anything to do with last year's dissapearences." He then looked to Ciaran to answer his question. "And the reason that you are dealing with this is that we have already explored the tunnel enough to know that it is entirely safe, and, assuming that you all are of two different cases: Either you are of Kandlemoore's finest and brightest, or you need some more education, it will be a great experience, and save some of you from death by speeches." At this, Amelia blushed as his gaze fell upon her with a smirk of amusment.

"Any questions?" Mr. Stuart asked, clapping his hands together loudly.

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Arielle, who had remained quiet and hidden for the whole time, finally spoke up. She was mildly upset about having been taken from class, so she asked the question that was burning in the back of her mind.
"You're sure this is totally necessary?" she asked, trying not to sound rude, but knowing that it was inevidable. She looked at everyone else in the room, trying to act normal.

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[quote="Eruraina"]((is it okay if Blaine and Louy know each other since they're both seniors?))quote]

(Sure )

Blaine grinned at Louisa when she rolled her eyes at him. Both being seniors, they were good friends, and she was no doubt used to his antics. He turned his head briefly to shoot a glare at Conrad. Although, Conrad was also a senior, they were not friends. Blaine could typically get along with most people, but.... He turned back to Mr. Stuart. "Just one," he said, smiling again, "When do we get started?" He found the idea of exploring an old tunnel interesting. He was certainly up for a bit of adventure.

Elle, other than her very brief speech at the start of their conversation, had remained silent, her dark gray eyes moving from speaker to speaker. She lifted one of her hands and pushed back the curtain of her hair, trying to force herself to come out of her protective shell a bit and stop hiding. It seemed as if she would be spending a lot of time with these people. So much for her solitude. She guessed she would have to get used to it.

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"And one question from me. Can we not wear these school uniforms while exploring? I'd rather wear jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt, instead of scorts, skirts, shorts, blouses, and jumpers." Louy said. She was known for hating the dress-code, and also known for braking it at least once a week...

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Arielle let out a quick cheer for Louy, accompanied by claps. "Good question," she mouthed.

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Mr. Stuart looked at 'Louy' and sighed.

"Yes, you may, though nothing innapropiate." He then turned to Blaine, each student's question was driving more and more patience out of him, "And I believe the Harris's will be taking you home in the bus so that you can leave your things and get dressed more... Properly for the occasion, then you will return and begin. Seem fair?"

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A slow, irritating grin spread over Conrad's face and he nodded comprehensively. One hand tangled with the blasted tie that he had to wear, which was never straight anyway, trying to pull it to a less choking degree of discomfort. The other hand went back of his head, as he slouched in the chair.

He conveniently ignored Blaine, secretly compensating that he would get that jerk later. Part of him knew he was going to have *some* amount of fun, making things as miserable as he could with the rest of the nerds he was stuck with... and yet part of him knew he was scarily outnumbered. If there was one thing he hated, was being forced to hang with brainy people that could mock his ignorance. Of course it *was* his fault he'd not studied more... but the blasted geeks had to rub it in so...

"So, we go with Professor Medieval," he said, mocking the history teachers favorite time period, "...and his charming wife into some dark tunnel where unknown dangers await us. These geeks uncover the mysteries," he flashed a mocking grin at Blaine, "...and I fight the monsters. Sure. I'm cool with that."

He stood to his feet, stretching his well muscled body, and added, "Say, since we aren't going to be exactly on school premises can I bring beer?"

He knew what the answer was, but as usual, he couldn't pass up a chance to tease at the old tyrant, also known as principal.

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Lily looked around the room. Someone from every grade seemed to be represented. Her long dark brown hair tumbled over her shoulders as she slouched.
"What happens if we find something...erm...dangerous." She said. She sat up a little straighter and smoothed her green plaid skirt and her white shirt that was rolled up to her elbows. Her tie was tied but hung loosely on her neck. She fixed her eyes on the prinicpal staring at him with her unwavering blue eyes

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Mr. Stuart stared sharply at the young man, who was irritating to no end.

"No." He snapped, then promped a question, "And how old are you, young man?" He emphisized 'young' in his rather a matter of fact question.

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