OoC. May I join? If so, please fill me in.

Name: Mark Antony
Position: freshman
Age: 15
Appearance: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38706550/?qo=204&q=boy&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5
(eyes blue)
Personality: A bit withdrawn because of a rather different quality: he's gay. Can be quite conversational with someone he's gotten to know.
History: ....nothing extroardinary.

"He's eighteen," interjected Merry, actually speaking (besides wistful fantasies) for the first time. This conversation was boring her to the extreme, taken up as it was by useless questions. Besides, her limited exposure to Conrad indicated that he would take the opportunity to turn this question into a long-drawn-out, drawling series of verbal jabs that would only irritate the principal. "Are we dismissed?"

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Mr. Stuart nodded.

"Dismissed. You will be expected back here by 2:00 pm -- thats in about 3 hours." With that, he left, and Mr and Mrs. Harris started loading students up in the large green bus.

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You may (or may not) know me elsewhere as Elfpen

As he strode past the younger girl, making a quick departure out the door, he simply had to remark, "I don't have amnesia kiddo."

And it took maximum will power not to say a lot of other stuff to the girl too. But when he had glanced at her, with the remark, he noticed wryly how shy she appeared. Something inside him gave a little more slack to the shy kids... something unexplainable for certain, since he rarely even the tiniest atom of mercy to the neediest of people.

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"No, really?" said the impeccably witty and self-confident Merry - the fictional one. "Your appearance is deceiving."

But by the time a weak comeback rose to the lips of the real life Merry, the attitude-laden eighteen-year-old was gone down the hall. She shouldered her backpack and headed for the bus, counting floor tiles as she went - a useful distraction that had the fortunate side effect of ensuring she didn't have to make eye contact with anyone.

Nana would not be hearing about this. Merry's shrill old grandmother would likely phone the school in a fit of indignance and squawk unintelligibly. Not only would that be embarassing, but Merry rather wanted to find out what this hush-hush tunnel business was all about. Everybody deserved some excitement in life, didn't they? Even if it turned out to be nothing?

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Blaine practically jogged out to the bus. The prospects of something new and exciting had his adrenaline pumping, and he was in a better mood than usual. And he would get to get out of his uniform! That made him smile more than anything. His collar and tight neck tie seemed to be even more scratchy now that he knew he only had to wear them for a little while longer. He couldn't wait to get into a pair of old blue jeans and a t-shirt.

Elle walked quietly to the bus, though a small smile was etched on her face. For the most part, her companions seemed friendly enough, although the senior, Conrad, seemed rather... negative. But she thought all in all this would not be a bad experience.

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Louy gave a 'yeha' when they were dismissed from that mostly boring meeting. Suddenly it reminded her of the Council of Elrond, and the group of kids were the Fellowship... she chuckled at the thought.

When Louy got to the blue bus, she sat down next to Blaine. Within seconds whe had the uncomfortable tie off of her neck, and was using it to tie her mid-back long orange hair into a pony tail.
"Didn't something like this happen the year before last?"

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OoC.I'm going to go ahead and join, if anyone doesn't mind.

A boy in baggy blue jeans and a black shirt
walked quietly towards the bus. Mark had been in the class earlier, but had kept to a corner of the room. Well, he was ready for whatever lay ahead.

Arielle wandered back to the bus, thinking over what had been said. Probably some kind of prank, she decided. Seeing that other kids had taken off the accursed tie, she slipped hers off and wadded it up into a ball. Then she discreetly threw it into a conveniently placed bush.

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Mark subconciously played a bit with his long hair. He was a bit nervous, to be true, his awful habit of gawking at guys he thought were hot had gotten him in trouble before. But from the people here Mark deduced that there wouldn't be an abudance of males. He walked over to Arielle and said "Uh....can you fill me in on what Mr. Stuart told us yesterday?"

Ciaran hurried to bus along with the other students. He took off his tie as well, stuffing the end into his pocket. He found an empty seat, and took it, pulling his long legs in to avoid bumping his knees on the seat in front of him.

Arielle shrugged. "Bunch of nonsense, really. A lot about a tunnel, people going missing, the school isn't normal... nothing too important," she attempted to explain. She hadn't thought it was all that serious, so she hadn't been listening as hard as she could have been, but she was certain she had the main points down.

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~art credit~

Suddenly he shook his head and muttered, "Oh, yeah....." then went to get on the bus. Mark noticed Ciaran and took looked over him thoroughly. Once again his hand had began flitting with his hair as he thought A bit plain maybe, but not too bad.

Blaine nodded to Louy as he followed suit and began removing that awful tie. "Yeah, I think it did," he said as he unceremoniously tossed the horrible article of clothing behind him, not really caring at all where it landed. "Weird, huh? Just my luck to get put in a school with supernatural tendencies." He laughed.

Elle stood at the front of the bus, searching for a seat to sit in. She saw the junior, Ciaran, sitting in a seat by himself. Telling herself that she would have to talk to someone sometime, she began walking to the seat. She took a deep breath before she sat down in the seat beside him. Making an effort to overcome her shyness, she said, "Pretty exciting stuff, huh?"

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((Alright! If no one minds, I'm going to go ahead and skip to when they're about to enter the tunnel, in lack of a better way to get there, so, off we go!))

Amelia tightened her ponytail of brown hair as Mrs. Harris began talking about the known history of the tunnel. Nothing to odd, it was found, dug up, mostly by the school and local groups, as not many archeologists were that interested in it. No one knew why, but they weren't none of the less. After the rather boring (even for a history geed) lecture was over, they were given a two minute warning until departure.

Amelia retied and double knotted her panther hiking shoes and tightened her light utility belt around her waist. It wasn't much, just a small flashlight and batteries, a compact blanket (just in case), a walkie-talkie, and of course, the ever needed emergency chocolate chip granola bar.

"Alright! Off we go!" Anouced Mrs. Harris, "Don't yell too much, stay together, and don't get lost." The rather simplistic rules didn't give much encouragment, but Amelia confidently marched into the dark tunnel, flashlight in hand.

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Lily tightened her messy bun and pulled down her navy blue polo. Her dark blue jeans were hitched up with a utility belt. She steadied her flashlight and followed Mrs. Harris into the tunnell.

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