- Steve Clements: 1-D -
Steve scratched his head as he strolled down the hallways, ugh, school. He sighed, exhaling through his mouth, sounding a bit like a horse. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and had his tie simply draped around his neck, not tied, his blazer was absent, as per usual. Steve's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his shirt untucked, and the top two buttons undone. He yawned and ran a hand through his hair, his messenger bag bouncing slightly. He'd acquired some new pins for it, which were stuck into the strap going across his chest. One said "I Hate Zombies", another "Frodo Lives", there was also the Umbrella Corporation log, a Led Zeppelin pin.
Steve had been up late, doing absolutely nothing and was paying for it. So far he'd figured that tiredness kept the voice quiet, though. As he approached 1-D he grabbed the door frame with one hand and swept into the room.
"<Oh hey! New kids!>"
He exclaimed excitedly, his lack of sleep causing him to forget to switch to Japanese. He realized, and blinked widely, as if providing an excuse for his mix up, before switching to Japanese.
"Heh, hey new kids. Probably best to leave Kaneda alone right now."
He said jerking his head toward the desks in a "follow me" sort of way. He'd introduce himself to them once they sat down. Simultaneously, he found that the girl looked familiar. He swept his eyes over her…there was whistling in his head again.
"It's the girl from the roller coaster…HEY YOU, SHUT UP!"
The voice just chuckled and kept going. Steve didn't really have the energy for a mental battle at the moment.
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on Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:42 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."