The all out status war

Alex walked into the music room where Emily and John sat.

"Hey There" He said smiling, "I hear were meeting up this afternoon"

"I thought you'd be spending your free lesson with your girlfriend?" Emily asked,

"Ah we split up, We'd rather be friends"

** Can someone drag Scarlet back in?

*Can Alex claim her?*

Alex
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Alex pulls him phone out of his pocket and calls scarlet.

"Hey babe, How are you? You got a free lesson?" He said.

**Sure, I guess...

Scarlet

"'Babe'?" Scarlet replied, amused. "That I am not. But, yes, I have a free period."

"You wanna meet someplace?"

Scarlet raised her eyebrows. "Very, very random, Alex."

"So?"

Scarlet sighed theatrically. "Fine."

Alex

"I am random" He smiled to himself, "How about... The burger bar?"

"hmmm.. I'm not in the mood for burgers" She replied,

"Okey.... what about at the fountain?" Alex replied.

"erm... weird place to meet but sure"

"Be there in five"

Carlie

She couldn't believe that she had seen that poster! Was is possible to stop the war? Maybe she should look into it, or maybe not. She knew she was skipping practice for the band thing, but she could still be apart of the goths, couldn't she?
"Carlie, which era did the goths and colors originate?" Mr. Beckdon asked her.
Carlie jumped, she hadn't been paying attention."Um, could you repeat the question?"
"Carlie, would you please pay attention? I know this is boring to you, but you need this," He replied. He turned back to the board and started teaching.
Well, I'm screwed.

*somebody please keep her in this*

Shuan:

Shuan's head spun, sound faded for a moment before the whir of color subsided and he could see clearly again. Even with the return of his sight his mind took more time than it should to come to recognize the shape as a skater Goths. Shuan's fist swung hard toward the blur that must of hit him, It wasn't until his bone slammed hard against the metal door that he had just passed though that he realized his miss calculation. The skater took the moments given to him to retreat a few steps. Shuan winced for a moment and then lunged again this time his shoulder found its place in the skaters sternum and the momentum of the two brought them both crashing to the earth like a meteorite. Shuan hadn't expected him to take the hit so poorly and caught himself off guard long enough for the skater to roll out of the way and began a hobbled run weaving through a series of trees that gave him enough shelter to block any further attacks by Shuan. Shuan took a second to size up the situation and started on an intercept path that ended in the two boys barreling through the door of a class room and on to the teachers desk.

**Carlie that is a pretty good opening for you?***

**I know I'm starting late so tell me if this post isn't cool**

Perspiration began to form on Adisons' forehead as he maneuvered his way through a small crowd of people, criss crossing an intersect to dodge with subtle guile down another hallway. Dragging with one hand the reluctant but ultimately abject boy behind him. They needed somewhere safe fast. His eyes shot around the room like a bird who had to see a lot of things at once and didn't have time for the in betweens. Classroom, bathroom, classroom, boiler. He quickly weighed his options and like a beam of golden light illuminating his path, his feet instantly shot forth to the one labeled in large, cold black letters: “BOILER ROOM.” His fingers gripped the steel ball doorknob, twisted, and pushed. In one snap movement he was through the door with the other boy and front facing out, up against it.

That's when heat splashed over his body and like a tsunami wave just hit him he was drenched in beads of his own sweat. He took in a deep breath as if the oxygen would somehow would stopper his swirling mind.

The scrawny, speck of a boy next to him was doubled over, gasping for breath. His normally neatly parted jet black hair was now dangling loosely over the front of his face. He took this moment to reach for his square framed glasses and produce a towel from his black Attache side bag and methodically wipe the steam from off the lens.

“Wh-wh-what the heck is the matter with you!?”

Adison considered him seriously before slowly responding in a strained voice, “Do you have any idea what we just saw?” And after a quick introspective glance skywards as if parting it out himself he added, “The peace makers meeting... its a trap.” He took a few quick breaths before pulling himself off the door, suddenly nervous again that someone saw him he moved past the boy catching his breath for the emergency exit at the back end of the boiler room. “C'mon. We gotta tell the Colours. NOW.”

And with that comment he felt a sharp sting across the backs of his knees. Like a carboard cutout suddenly snapped in two he felt his bones crack the concrete floor while his hands whipped back to protect them from further abuse. Instantly the smaller boy was upon him, and much to Adisons' dismay he noticed that the kid wasn't so scrawny at all, his clothes were merely loose fit. So, with a violent vigor the kid grasped Adisons wrists together with one hand and the other dug into his side bag to pull from it a roll of ducktape.

“My apologies Adison,” the smaller boy whispered harshly in his ear, “Too much money says you don't do that.”

The sticky, wind tunnel like sound of tape being freed from the roll rang in the Colours' ears as he mentally kicked himself for being so naive.



Name: Styler Wayne

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Status: Thesbian secret agent
Description: A sharply dressed young boy in a gunmetel grey suit. His features are dynamic with a broad jawline and powerful articulated cheekbones, two deep set eyes with the same cold grey color of his clothes, and a thin, narrow nose, protruding somewhat longer from his face than it should. He usually kept a small soul patch just below his thin lips for a dash of flavor to his ensemble. His arms were long and lean, as with the rest of his lithe form suggesting to you that he may be a bit of a swimmer or a possibly a runner.

Personality: Cold, calculating, and aloof. He doesn't spend his time getting to know you. To him its all about the next job lined up.

*shall we just make it the afternoon then, Billy we need you to post*

Emily
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Emily sat in the rooom waiting for Carlie and Andy. She knew Alex would be late.

"John....." Emily said,

"Yes?" John replied

"Why you wearing a hat that looks like a boob" She laughed,

"Oh dont you start, my girlfriend was nagging me about that" John said laughing himself.

Andy

He paused in the door of the room, staring at John's hat, trying not to laugh. The case which held his bass guitar was in one hand, he'd said he'd play that, as well as keyboard and a little guitar, so he'd brought it with him for practice.

John looked at him, "Don't even think about pointing it out, Andy."

Andy held his hands up, grinning, "Wasn't going to." He glacned around the room, "Where's Carlie? Or can you write songs as well, Emily?" he asked.

**Sorry for not posting in a while.**

"Me?? erm... I surpose" Emily said as she pulled a song out of her pocket, "theres this one, Its called lost"

Guys, I'm dropping out...

Mikael

The fight was beginning to come to end as all around me colours and goths were dragging away their friends. Judging by the numbers of wounded thir was a clear victory to the Goths. And all thanks to MacKanzie's speaker machine. The first note had dropped the few i had selected to their knees clutching their heads, only to recieve a kick or punch while lying prone.
"Hey, Mikey" shouted MacKenzie as he hobbled over with a large bruise on his knee and dent in his forehead. "How was it? Did it work?"
"Did it work?! Hell yeah it worked. MacKenzie this thing is immense!" I replied laughing.
"Hey, it was nothing" he replied acting all casual. Trust MacKenzie, i thought, typically Mr Cool.

I am dropping good luck yall

*Sorry I've been at Disney*

Carlie walked into the room, seeing that Andy and Emily were already there. They were bent over a sheet of paper and seemed really into it. "Hey, guys. I hope I'm not late."
"No, Alex still isn't here," Emily replied.
"Okay, so now we wait for him," Carlie smiled.