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Casey shrugged, standing herself on her tip-toes to get a better view. A mass of heads, bags, and bodies were all she could see; she couldn't make out Brian's familiar features.

She repeated her shrug, this time adding a few words, establishing a conversation. "I have no idea. I'm sure he'll be out soon though. Her gaze took on a distant look as she thought; about what, only she would know. Interest sparked in her eyes suddenly, and she straightened up again. "Have you heard? There was a new student today. His name was...Damian, I think. He's in a different grade, but he sounded interesting. Like, foreign, interesting. He has this exoctic accent no one can seem to figure out. We should look for him. He sounds like someone I would like to talk to."

Standing on her tip-toes again, her eyes searched through the crowd in vain. "C'mon, help me look. He has brownish hair and green eyes. He shouldn't be that hard to spot...he is new afterall."

Casey often chatted like this, seeming to disregard the fact that others might have something to say in reply, preferring to barrel ahead. She also had a tendency to chang subjects randomly; her mind was flighty most of the time, and she had a hard time focusing, unless it was something she truly enjoyed.

OOC: Thanks so much! Sorry again, Windancer, for being such a pain. I just really loved this RP and couldn't help but wanna join D8 LOL and thanks Scout. I feel so loved (X

Damian looked up at the clock just as the bell rang. He silently celebrated to himself while he got up, grabbing his backpack in the process. He was anxious, not only because of Fall vacation, but also because he needed to get home and check up on Cyclone. The black, magestic creature was always unpredictable. It was hard to tell if he would cause trouble or not.

But since Cyclone usually didn't cause much trouble to begin with, now that he was maturing into adulthood, he decided there shouldn't be too much of a rush. After all, he was in a new area, a new school. He should get to know more people, whether he wanted to or not.

He had to push through the crowds to get outside. No one seemed to notice him, and to be honest, he wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Everyone seemed so excited for their break, they didn't mind being shoved and crammed together all in the same hallway. When he finally got out, though, he breathed in the air from outside. The sun was shining and it looked beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect for riding if I can find an unoccupied area... he thought. He walked slowly, trying to make his way through the school parking lot which was still a bit crowded.

Through all the chaos, he managed to bump into a girl's shoulder, accidentily. There was a boy right next to her, and Damian could tell just by the look on his face and the way he was acting that he might be insecure or quiet to say the least. He quickly said, "I'm sorry" before trying to get on his way again. He walked slowly, though, wanting to enjoy the fresh air and awesome sky.

Casey's eyes brightened as she saw him. Even though she had never actually seen Damian, the description was enough to go by.

"Oh, are you Damian?" she asked, a note of excitement creeping into her voice. The prospect of someone new, a change from the monotonous routine of school; well, it was welcoming. She immediatly walked a few steps to get next to him, curiousity blazing in her eyes. "You're the new kid right?" WIthout wiating for an answer, she continued, staying true to character. "I'm Casey. I'd be glad to show you around, or help any other way I can. In fact, if you have Ms. Saeklo, there's a project we could work on together."

Ms. Saeklo was a teacher who combined Casey's and Damian's grade together in an advanced science class. They were doing a project on stem cells at the moment, a subject Casey found intriuging. Then again, everything having to do with science was interesting to her.


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OOC:Im sorry, I have mad writers block.
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Brian had just finished gathering his things and walked out of class. He was now outside and looking around for Casey and Jake, his two best friends. Finally, after a few minuites, he spotted them with who he supposed to be Damian.

He jogged over to them and said,"Hey guys, sorry Im late. Whats up?" He looked over at Damian,"Oh, sorry. Im Brian McKorvin. You must be the new guy," he said offering his hand.

Damian actually managed to smile at the girl as she went on speaking without giving him a chance to respond. It was quiet amusing to him. "Nice to meet you." He bowed his head slightly. "And yeah, I'm Damian, the new kid." His smile turned to a grin as he recalled the bit about the science project. "Sure, that'd be awesome! I'd love to work with you on the science project!"

Just then, the kid so called Brian came into the group. As he introduced himself, Damian nodded. "Nice to meet you too." He bowed his head again. "Yeah, I am. I'm Damian." He tilted his head as he smiled again.

Brian laughed and said" So whats on the conversation menue?" Brian always liked finding clever ways to rephrase things. He also liked turning curse phrases and bad words into somthing funny with out actually saying anything bad. This was one of the traits that his friends loved most about him. 'Hmm...' he thought to himself,' I wonder if this new guy will think Im too weird to hang. ...hmmm...Oh well!'.

Casey's eyes brightened, this time with anticipation. "Great! Where do you live? I could always come to your house...it would be better. My mom is out of town; she would kill me if I let anyone inside without her there. Besides, you seem really interesting. I would love to see what your room looks like. My cousin says that tells alot about a person. But only if you want me to. I understand if you don't want me to see it." She paused for breath only then, taking in a hige gulp of oxygen. Her rapid words and long sentences had used up alot, and she couldn't seem to stop until now.

She supposed that was just what she was like; that's what alot of people said. Personally, she didn't care about others' opinions of her. She spent most of her time daydreaming anyways; what was the point of dwelling on the negative things when she tried so hard to escape them.

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Jake shook his head slightly to clear his head then glanced over at the new kid, whose name seemed to be Damian. He stared for a little while longer before extending his hand to shake hands with Damian. "Hello. I'm Jacob Thomas, you can call me Jake if you want. I'm sure we'll get along just fine." He said, his voice slightly louder than usual so that the new kid would be able to hear him. He shook hands with Damian then slowly withdrew his hand. "What school did you previously attend? You don't have to answer, but I'm afraid I can't help but be curious." Asked Jake.

ooc: Writers block.

Brian starrted to look around and tried to sstart conver sations with the passing people. He usually did this when he wasnt to fond of the conversation topic, but today he was just bored. Brian never really cared about,or liked, being the center of attention, so if he started getting bored, he'd just do somthing else.

'why am I so tierd and impatiant today? Im not usually this bad... oh well' he thought as he gave up on new conversing with other students. He started to walk away from the group, but decided that he'd better let them know he would be right back. He tapped Caseys shoulder and noded his head twords the bathroom, inicating that thats where he was going.

When Jake came to shake Damian's hand, he did so and answered his question quickly. "I'm not sure what it was called, actually. Call me stupid, but I forgot. Heh." He put his hand on his back like someone from a T.V. show would do when they were slightly embarassed. When he took his hand off and put it back to his side, he looked around like he had just seen a ghost. His face turned pale and you could see the nervousness in his eyes. "My house? I-I... um.... we can't! I mean...." His voice sounded frantic. He didn't want them to find out about Cyclone. "Listen, I gotta go. Maybe I'll talk to you guys later?" And with that, he just left. He almost prayed to God that they wouldn't follow him. His mind was racing so fast he wouldn't have been able to know if they were. If they did, his secret would be out. Unless they could keep it... which Damian had no clue if they would or not because he had just met them.

Brian watched Damian as he walked away. "What was that about" he muttered, concerned about the peculiar behavior of this new kid. Brain was always welcoming and accepting, but never really all that fond of newcomers.

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OOc:writers block, sorry.

Casey shrugged. She briefly considered following him...but decided against it. That would be considered rude, and she seemed to have made a good impression on him until the question about going to his house came up. She would have to remember to avoid that topic in the future, even though it sparked her curiousity.

"I have no idea." She replied simply, in response to Brian's muttered question. An idea hit her, and she straightened, almost bouncing up in excitement. "Let's go visit the forest though, okay? I want to see the Creek." "the Creek" was actually a dried up river bed that was shielded by willows. Surrounded by their leafy tresses, in that secluded spot, she always felt connected to nature, at one with the world, in a way. She couldn't exactly explain it without soundin like an insane nut-job, though.

But anyways, she loved the forest. She looked hopefully at Brian and Jake. "You guys'll come, right?"A pleading note entered her voice.

Brian looked at her and smiled. "Of course I will. How bout it Jakey boy?" he said softly hiting his arm. Brian loved climbing trees, so the forest was heaven to him. He also loved the smell of the forest plants. Casey and him got along well because of this and other things they had in common.

Damian quickly got to his house. Before unlocking it, he looked both ways and any others to see if anyone was there. Phew... No one... He thought. And with that, he grabbed the key out of his left pocket, undid the lock, and stepped into his dark home. There were random peices of paper and items everywhere. The house seemed to be a bit of a mess, but overall a liveable environment.

Damian then proceeded to turn on the light. Soon after, he began to make a clicking noise with his tounge. "Cy..." he said between clicks. "Cy, come out buddy..." After a few minutes, he heard a huff from behind. He turned just then and saw his jet black dragon standing behind him. "Cyclone!" He grinned.

Cyclone made a grunting noise. It had a happy note to it, though. Damian! You're finally home! Geez, what took you so long? The dragon said to Damian. Dragons, once they hatched, it meant they had been found by the only trainer in the world who could possibly connect with them. This meant that they could talk to each other just by thought and thought alone.

Hah, I had to go to school. But anyways, wanna go out for a ride?
Cyclone's eyes lit up. A ride?
Damian nodded. Yup. I hear there's a forest over here. No one goes in it, so it'll be a great place to practice.
Cyclone nodded furiously. Yes! Yes! Let's go! He became overwhelmed with excitement.
Damian quickly went to another room in the house and grabbed a blanket. He swiftly put it over the black dragon and clicked his tounge again. C'mon Cyclone. Remember, don't make any noise. We don't want people finding out about you. If anyone asks I'll just call you a horse or truck or something, okay?
Cyclone puffed. A truck? Is that the best you can do? He gave Damian a quizzical expression, but it was slightly joking too.
Damian simply chuckled a bit before opening the back door and heading out through the unoccupied alley ways.

OOC: I put the mind thing because I think I remember it from Eragon, but if you want me to take it out I'll just edit ;]

Jake hesitated for a moment, he wasn't too sure about the forest, but if his friends were going then so would he. "Of course. You can always count me in." He replied. "I just need to go home quickly and feed the dog, since my dad is working night shift for the next two weeks. I'll meet you guys there." Added Jake, flinging his backpack over one shoulder and running down the pathway. Jake's only parent was his father. His mother had died in a 'car accident' when he was younger. He didn't believe she'd been in a car accident, not when he'd seen that there was absolutely not a scratch on her, but he said nothing and just pretended to believe it. His father was always getting fired, and often needed to find new jobs, so they didn't have as much money as every other family. Because of his dad constantly being fired, constantly having to find jobs and working extra hours whenever he managed to hold onto a job, Jake was often left alone and his two best friends were the only two that paid any attention to him. Finally he reached the front steps to his house and, using his house keys, unlocked the door and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and threw his backpack underneath the front table.

Jake's house was an ordinary house, one that could be afforded. Of course, it was a nice home. The white coat of paint on the actual house had faded to a more creamy colour, and the once black roof was grey from years of scratches, storms and chipped paint. The letter box out the front was bent and rusty, the grass was slightly over-grown with weeds, and the garden barely counted as a garden any more. On the inside of the house, however, it was much nicer. The flooring was smooth, and had a nice shade of light brown to it; there was nice furniture, that hadn't been broken (Though, the couch was covered in dog hairs and the fluff was sticking out from the corners); the kitchen was clean, the bedrooms were clean and almost everything had been kept clean thanks to Jake. They had a nice tv, not a flat-screen, but not an old one either. Goldfish swam about in the tank on the bench, and Jake's dog Trouble was sitting in front of the fridge, wagging her tail. She barked excitedly when Jake entered the kitchen. "All right, Trouble. Settle." He told her, and the dog obediently sat.

Trouble was a boxer, a rather boisterous breed of dog, especially in their first years of life. She was a year and a half old, barely older than a puppy, and her fur was short and brown, with white patches on her belly and tail. Her muzzle was the colour of coal, and her paws were the same cream-colour as the walls and the outside of the house. Jake opened the fridge and reached for a half-empty can of dog food. He spooned the disgusting mush into a dog bowl and set it down on the ground. Trouble barely gave him time to pull his hand away before she dived into her food and ate messily. Then, he grabbed the small container of fish flakes from the bench and shook a couple of flakes into the fish tank before putting on a jacket and heading for the door. He paused to stare at a photograph on the front table. In the photograph were four people, and one dog in Jake's back yard. Jake's dad stood to the left of a younger-looking Jake, and his mother stood to the right. The fourth person was his uncle Peter who was kneeling down beside Jake's mother, his sister. The dog was a small beagle/jack russel terrier, Peter's dog. Alex was its name. Jake allowed a smile to find its way onto his face as he picked up the dusty photo and rubbed the dust away from his mother's face.

Things had been so much happier when his mother was alive. Uncle Peter would always visit, and would bring Alex with him; the mortgage and bills were always paid for; the whole house, lawn and garden was tidy; there was always nice hot meals on the table at dinner time; and his father didn't lose his job. Now, things had changed. Uncle Peter would rarely visit, Alex had died from old age, his father owed money, the lawn and garden was over-grown, they had to eat microwaved food because Jake's dad couldn't cook and his father was always being let go, job after job after job. 'I wish you were here mother.' Thought Jake as he set the photo back on the table and headed out the door. After locking the door once more he headed towards the forest, all the while thinking of how things used to be.