[RP] The Tidal Waves

Vitali had been mostly silent since Asuka had accosted him; it wasn't that her attempts at violence had hurt him, far from it, it was more his ego was bruised at being humiliated. Perhaps his previous comment had been a little out of line, but it was only playful and certainly he deserved no punishment for making sure they didn't miss the bus!

Brooding and moody he had sat beside her, merely taking in their surroundings whilst observing the other people present, his classmates. This was the perfect opportunity for another cigarette too, so he puffed away making sure to take mental notes. The sight that interested him the most was Fletcher and Sarah, the centre of attention from before...their conversation seemed innocent and it took no Sherlock Holmes to tell straight away that the Indie boy was digging so hard on her. It made Vitali smile that someone like her would make time for someone like him, so maybe she wasn't so bad afterall.

After that, his mood perked up and he turned to Asuka to say something, only to find his Asian beauty had made a bid for the bus. Following straight after her he tried to slip through the small crowd that had accumulated by the doors.

"Ah...ah, sorry! Excuse me...I just..."

Probably taking out a good 20% of the people present with his carry-all, he cringed and boarded the yellow monsterosity after her, shoving his luggage in the overhead compartment before plonking himself into the seat beside her.

"Somebody is eager to go diving...or were you just hoping to ditch me out there?"
 
There was no choice. The crowd was not moving, so Iglesias had to push. With one hand, she speared through the crowd of students. While a few muttered and complain, they were all talk as usual and before long, Iglesias could get into the bus. All the seats were filled however, which was to be expected, but Iglesias was hoping to nap on the ride.

Ah... foiled.....

There was no choice but to pick a person to sit next to, thoug most with an empty seats are filled with chatterboxes.... except for the one next to David. From her knowledge, her was just as quiet as her. At the very least, they might mutually agree to keep each others company in silence.

Do you mind if i sit here?

Iglesias had to ask at the very least, just in case he was reserving the seat for someone else. After all, manners is manners.
 
Being fairly engrossed in his book, David initially didn't see or hear Iglesias approach and speak to him though once he registered a shadow over him he looked up to see her tall figure over him. Moving his bags over to provide her with leg room he nodded to allow her to sit with him.

After that he returned his attention to the book he was reading, with the way he had previously lived he wasn't good with conversation, much less starting one, especially with someone he only knew by name. Hiding his momentary shyness he focused on the book, trying not to give it away, turning the pages somewhat more rapidly than before.
 
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((OOC:sorry its short but noone ever interacts with my character))

Faythe sat at the back of the bus alone. there was like two seats spare one either side of her. She didnt know why but she was willing to guess it was the mixture of her bright blue hair and her gothic style outfit, followed by the rock music spilling from her head phones, but in her eyes she didnt look much more menacing with her bright smile and demeanour, maybe they just didnt like her.
 
The bus was rapidly filling up with students, there were only a handful of seats still vacant. yet the Bus Driver was still absent. Asuka was lost in thought when Vitali spoke out to her as he sat down.

"Oh, no. I just wanted us to at least get a seat, even if it meant pushing to the front of the queue. I mean think about these last minute arrivals. They won't exactly get to sit where they want to."

Asuka offered Vitali a playful, innocent smile. She started to feel guilty about the slaps, especially since only one of them could be justified. Well, she should be used to his playful flirts by now, since he flirts with her whenever he gets the chance.

"Listen, I'm sorry about before, I was out of line." her cheeks turning a slight pink as she apologised. "Forgive me?" she ended with another innocent smile and battered her eye lids at Vitali. He was the only one who could flirt.
 
OOC: Cross out the N in Iglesias. Sorry for picking a difficulot name >.< You can use that as a point of interest if you want for convo.

It was lucky that David wasn't saving the seat for anyone in particular. Iglesias shuffled into the seat and tossed her large backpack up on top before stowing her smaller pack under the seat in front, just like on an airplane. David did not take the initiative in introducing himself, which was fine... at least she could go to sleep with relative ease. Her eyes began to flutter close once more as she placed her K701 headphones onto her head when the book David was reading caught her attention. Without knowing how obvious it was, Iglesias tilted her head to read the title of the book and its author.
 
Faythe wathced the bus slowly fill and silently wondered if anyone would take the seats either side of her. She also wondered how they would feel about her music, how she would feel to have them sat there, and their intentions of being there also. She could rely on her reflexes to alert her if anyone came over to her so she closed her eyes and dozed lightly and silently as the last few chords of wishmaster rang out

((OOC: short again i know but im just keeping up appearances in this rp so i dont get completely lost))
 
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Taking a quick glance out of the corner of his eye, David noticed Iglesias looking over at his book. For once not too adventurous a book, simply a reread of the History of the Roman Empire, currently noting the different technologies they utilised to become the giant that they were. Though he was skim reading at this point he had a fairly strong memory of it's contents.

Noticing her gaze failing to drop, David decided that since he wouldn't be reading during motion that it would be better he became aquainted with this woman now, both for the purposes of a speaking buddy as well as a way to assess how intelligent she was compared to the rest of the class who seemed more concerned with drama and superiority than the bigger picture. With that in mind he closed his book and set it down on his legs before turning slowly to face her "I guess now is as good a time to introduce ourselves, my name is David, and yours?" while speaking he slightly extended his hand in greetings. He wasn't the most experienced in social graces, but hopefully it was passable enough to not be noticed...
 
Everything kind of happened pretty fast. On one hand, the thing he feared the most happened - Jared approached Sarah. He knew that if Jared even saw him talking to “his girl” that there would be problems - possibly physical problems - he’d have to deal with. Well, more severe physical problems than usual. Fletcher has always had to deal with Jared on occasion. Although he wasn’t a common customer when it came to bullying, if he saw Fletcher talking to Sarah than…well, that’s something that shouldn’t even be thought about. Or at least it wasn’t in this moment - Fletcher was too glued to the present and what was going to happen to even think.

Oddly, though? He didn’t seem to care. “Beat it, loser” was pretty passive, in a sense. He could have easily done worse. He seemed too focused on Sarah to even care about anything else.

“Leave him alone, Jared.”

Did Sarah just stick up for him? Fletcher was awestruck. Not because she was those types of people that didn’t care about anyone else (well, at least he HOPED she wasn’t), but simply for the sheer fact that this was the first time they officially met…and, hell, sticking up for him would probably cause problems with Jared. He didn’t even respond when she told she’d be back soon. He simply nodded in her direction. He felt butterflies in his stomach - a mixture of horror and attraction. Fletcher didn’t know how long he was in that state - five minutes? Ten minutes? Simply staring at the bus like a retarded dingo. All he could think about was Sarah.

And then came the noises. Fletcher didn’t know where they came from, but it broke the spell that was placed on him. He spun around on his feet to see if Sarah had come back - but she hadn’t. All that was in front of him was Bridgette speeding off towards a corner of the school. Did it have to deal with Sarah? Was she O.K.? He took a step forward, a step to follow Bridgette, but retracted his foot. No. What could he possibly do? If…if Jared was doing anything, he wouldn’t be able to stop it. He was a good-for-nothing when it came to physical strength. Besides…Sarah said she’d be back. And she’s tough. She wouldn’t let anything happen.

Fletcher returned to staring at the bus. She’d be back. Nothing happened. He kept playing that message over in his head, again and again, wanting it to be true. Knowing it was true. He kept replaying it - event o the point where he didn’t notice Sarah had come back.

“So, wanna sit together? I’ll be waiting on there when you make up your mind!”

Fletcher’s body jumped a little. Her sudden reappearance startled him. And he felt his heart almost stop in its tracks when she asked him to sit with her. His face probably had a dumb expression on it - the kind people get when they’re staring into something amazing - and it was a wonder why she didn’t retract asking. But as quickly as she asked it was how quickly she disappeared, moving to the bus.

“Uh…yeah…sure…” Fletcher mumbled, grabbing his bags and stepping onto the bus. There were others on, but he ignored them. He was too high on what just happened to even care about anyone else around him. He was going to get to sit with Sarah! He hoped he wouldn’t mess things up, or say anything wrong. He approached the middle seat that Sarah had taken. Sitting in the middle of the bus would be new for him, but…well, it would kind of be worth it. Sticking his bags into the overhead compartment, he sat down next to her. He turned to look at her, trying to find words to say…but she was looking out the window. She was in thought. It wouldn’t be a good thing to interrupt her…that’d be rude.

So, he just sat there. In silence. Can we get an award for being awkward?
 
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Click click click.

The sounds of a finger and thumb snapping together were immediately audible as he boarded the bus, hair smelling soapy fresh from a bath the night before. He wasn't exactly noticeable in a crowd as big as this. How did he feel about that? Who knew?

Boarding the bus, he took a quick glance around the metal box, as many people would on instinct upon stepping into unfamiliar ground. Blinking as he put his hands in his pockets, he walked down the aisle. Were any of his friends on this bus? Nobody but they and he could tell.

Looking around, he noticed a short boy, a tall girl, and a few more people that stood out, but none of them were doing anything particularly noteworthy, so he took a seat without a sound or another act.

Where did he sit? Couldn't say.
 
Bridgette froze, unsure of what else to do until Sarah had gotten to her feet and brushed past her, a seething glare in her eyes and her words coated with hatred. An emotion other than indifference had exposed her. There wasn’t much else for Bridgette to do other than act as if it never happened.

Collecting her composure, she wavered before following Sarah back towards the bus. After seeing her bag in disarray on the ground, she quickly went to its rescue and scrambled to pull everything together. Today wasn’t her day. Gathering her things, she finally boarded the bus, stashing the luggage before she took a seat near the front of the bus.

After a quick survey, she’d noticed how Sarah was sitting with the unknown that she was speaking to before Jarred got involved. Jarred himself was seated near the back of the bus, taking in the scenery with a smug grin. Just as she was seating herself, she’d caught Jarred call out into the crowd, loud enough for everyone to hear, “Hey loser, don’t jizz in your pants because Sarah’s sitting with you.” This didn’t go unnoticed, as the closest people seated next to Sarah and Fletcher broke out into a small fit of giggled. Bridgette was no different.

Jarred was feeling particularly haughty today, the confrontation fuelling the fire. She sat alone for now, but she wondered if he’d make for a good companion on the plane. It was going to be a several hour flight and she’d need some form of entertainment. Despite what’d happened earlier, she could join in on the reindeer games of teasing the others, after all Fletcher alone was providing enough fodder for them.
 
Her eyes snapped open as in-between her songs she heard an insult ring out from slightly ahead of her on the bus. She took off her headphones and rose from her seat. she took a few steps towards the haughty male and looked him almost in the eye. "Excuse me but did the world ask you to make such a vulgar reference? No i dont think so" She looked over to the person who the insult was aimed at. "Nor do i think that a boy such as he would warrant that behaviour from anyone"

"If you do it again i will make you very uncomfortable" She said with emphasis on the word very. "so i suggest you either take it back and apologise or just sit there quietly until the end of the bus ride" She smiled at the other boy before taking an empty seat a little further forward of her original position
 
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Iglesias had taken note it was a history book on the ancient Roman Empire, a rather curious choice of book to be reading outside of class... for most normal students. When Iglesias begins to think, her mind wanders off and she failed to remember that her head was still cocked at an angle and staring at the cover of the book. Only when David snapped it shut and asked her something did her trance seem to break.

"I guess now is as good a time to introduce ourselves, my name is David, and yours?"

It was a self introduction, done cordially, probably out of common manner obligation. However, Iglesias was not quite used to talking with others outside of her close knit group of friends and for a split second, her heart leapt at her throat.

Calm down... its no big deal... Just a normal introduction... answer in a normal and logical fashion.

Iglesias. Iglesias Vespertania. It is nice to make your acquaintance, David. I do believe you sit on the same row as....

Deftly, she took the offered hand with a short single shake, nothing too long or familiar, but long enough to not be rude. Before Iglesais could continue any other train of talk with David, a rather.... unsavoury voice (by her opinion in any case) rang throughout the bus.

“Hey loser, don’t jizz in your pants because Sarah’s sitting with you.”

As usual, Iglesias can lose her attention rather face, muttering under her breath, forgetting that David was facing her and was interacting with her just seconds ago...

Tch... how absolutely boorish. Do they not have anything else to do besides this foolish train of banter and bickering?

Immediately, David returned to her head like an afterthought. Quickly, she turned back to him and coughed.

*Ahem* Sorry about that. You sit in the same row, am i correct?


 
As David shook Iglesias' hand he was about to answer her question when he, too, heard the rude comment bellowed through the bus, letting out a small sigh he ended up commenting openly rather than inwardly "Children, they've had more than enough time to grow up, how pitifu-" he then stopped himself, realising how illogical it was to potentially encourage anything. It was strange and foolish of him to be affected by the insolence of others, luckily Iglesias changed the subject.

*Ahem* Sorry about that. You sit in the same row, am i correct?

"Er, I think so, I was mostly distracting myself back then, better to have my head in a book than listen to other people and their drama"

This was becoming quite strange, why was he becoming so informal? Though he had never spoken to anyone for this long before it still bothered him that he was so immediately friendly, perhaps it was simply down to similarity or something. Regardless of the reasoning, he still felt somewhat nervous, not wanting to encourage any of the other students to pay him any mind he returned to the quiet, at least... He was about to.

"Excuse me but did the world ask you to make such a vulgar reference? No i dont think so"
"Nor do i think that a boy such as he would warrant that behaviour from anyone"
"If you do it again i will make you very uncomfortable so i suggest you either take it back and apologise or just sit there quietly until the end of the bus ride"

"Oh boy... Here we go"

David, at this point found the entire scene quite stupid, picking up his book again he turned to a random page, before speaking in a hushed tone to Iglesias "we may as well keep our heads down, before we get dragged into this childish squabble, I find it rather contagious"
 
Sarah would've put her head in her hands after hearing what Jared had to say. She merely shrugged it off. He was a dick, anyway. He was just sore that he couldn't have her anymore. He may have been right with him always owning her, but it wouldn't be for much longer. Picking on Fletcher made Sarah realise that he was an asshole. She inhaled deeply and exhaled after a few seconds, fighting off that temper wanting to get out with each passing moment that she was in the same space as Jared.

Mr Turner arrived in a perverted fashion, as he was wearing his black shades. Obviously to hide the fact he was eyeing up the girls without getting caught.

"All right, people," he said loudly over the several conversations, "now shut up while I go over some important crap."

He may have been the strictest teacher in the school, but he could get away with even crude language. Everyone would merely shrug it off.

"You have your allocated plane seats," continued Mr Turner. "There's to be no swapping seats."

There were several groans and a spur of moaning around the bus.

"That's final. Anyone who gets caught swapping will be sent back to school and spend the week with the janitor." He paused momentarily, clearing his throat. "We'll be only spending an hour at the airport before boarding the plane. You can go window shopping, but make sure you meet at the boarding point in time for the plane ... or else you'll be worse off than the janitor."

He turned to the driver, who had just climbed into his seat.

"All right, Harvey. Vamos!"

Sarah rolled her eyes. This trip was going to be fun, wasn't it? She took a glance at her plane seat. She wondered who was going to be sitting next to her. At the thought of it, she'd bet her collection of prized medallions Jared would try to sit next to her by swapping tickets. Everyone would be trying to do it once they'd gotten through passport control.

She noticed Bridgette was sitting nearer to the front of the bus. The mere flicker of their encounter before overwhelmed her for a few seconds. Then she remembered that they weren't friends anymore.

Whatever, she thought. Like she gave a shit back at the trash ...

Then she turned to Fletcher with a friendly smile on her face.

"So, who are you stuck with on the plane?"
 
Faythe eyed her ticket and then looked at jareds. "Looks like were sat right next to each other lover-boy" She said in an extremely sarcastic lovey-dovey voice "Going to take the comment back or would you like to get a long and uncomfortable flight?" She wasnt scared, she knew that jared was all talk but even if he tried to do something she was always prepared. you dont get orphaned without learning how to look after yourself. and she could do that well enough.

"You have until we get through the passport check in to apologise, or i will join the feverish swapping of tickets until i get to sit next to you on the plane. i always get what i want" She said in a matter-of-fact way.
 
Maybe attempting to talk to Sarah was a bad idea. Yeah. It was definitely a bad idea. Against his better judgment, Fletcher placed a giant red target on himself for almost every bully attempt that Jared had to offer. Against his usual strategy, he actually placed himself out in the open. Although it is good that he was trying to be more open and at least trying to break away from his developed neurosis…maybe he wasn’t ready for that. Or, he should have attempted to break with a less beautiful…charming…girl. One that wasn’t the eye candy of one of the most popular guys in the school.

“Shit….” Fletcher cursed, sinking farther down into his seat. He heard the giggling. He heard Jared laughing after his snide remark. He knew people were looking. And it was directed at him. Incoming arrows, right for the target. Not something that Fletcher usually tries to garner. He did leave a school exactly for this reason. Although he appreciated the efforts of the girl in the back who didn’t even seem fazed by Jared’s size or popularity, she was just making it worse – and continuing to draw attention to the fact Jared had said something. He wished she would just shut up.

When Mr. Turner began to speak and everyone’s attention was up front – mainly because Mr. Turner was an asshole, and everyone knew those shades were his façade to check out every high school girl on the bus –, Fletcher slowly raised himself back up to normal sitting height. It didn’t seem like Jared was resorting to physical taunting, so he was safe for now. Fletcher kind of wished it was physical taunting, though; verbal taunting is so much worse.

So much was racing through his head. Should he just move to another seat? Should he stop talking to Sarah? He could always just do what he originally planned for this trip – play video games and relax…or, rather, relax to the best of his ability, what with the popular guys going. For his sanity, he may just have to give up the effort…

His thoughts were interrupted by Sarah.

"So, who are you stuck with on the plane?"

“Oh, uh…” Fletcher was, once again, caught off guard. Standing up and grabbing his carry on from the overhead compartment, he fumbled around in the side pocket before producing a rectangular sliver of blue paper, stuffed neatly inside a fancy brochure-like sleeve.

“Row 15, Seat A. Not sure who I’m next to…” He returned to sitting down, bag and all.
 
Sarah didn't appreciate the girl trying to be so stuck up with Jared. She may not have been his biggest fan, but even she knew alone that he could beat down anyone that dared to challenge him. Being with him for a year or so allowed her into his mind and understand how he worked. It was more or less annoying hearing someone trying to be tough with him when there were other more important matters at hand.

She turned back to Fletcher, who fumbled with his ticket and told her the seat number. Sarah quickly took hers out of her jacket pocket. It shouldn't have been there since it could've easily been lost, but she was incredibly carefully with her belongings. A brief encounter with a street thug set her mind straight. Fortunately, with the ten years experience of martial arts under her belt, the thug had made the right choice in fleeing.

"Row 15, Seat B. Huh, looks like we're going to be spending the flight time together," Sarah chuckled lightly.

She glanced out of the window momentarily and then turned back to him.

"We should be there soon. Maybe about ten minutes or so? What should we do in the free hour we've got until the flight?"
 
"Hah, I was teasing <3"

Asuka had given him a real explanation to his comment about ditching him out front though what he had said had been in jest, still her words were true enough. The bus really had filled up and already the drama was beginning. Something told Vitali this was going to be a long trip to the tropics...

Just about ready to hide under his earphones to avoid the petty behaviour of the typical class jock, his Japanese princess spoke out again; an apology for the ego shattering blows she'd delivered before.

"Ah, please do not worry. I have suffered worse."

A soft smile hid a touch of melancholy and besides! Who could stay mad at such a cute face when it was fluttering it's eyelashes at you. Oddly, Vitali shifted in his seat to face his friend, something important to say when Mr. Turner (class teacher and perv) interrupted them once more. Once the mini speech was over, Vi sat back down in his normal position and slid the ticket from his blazer pocket. The letters emblazoned in bold and printed across the stub clearly stated 6A.

"I don't think I'll be winning the lottery with this one."
 
Iglesias managed to catch a piece of David's muttering

".... enough time to grow up, how pitifu -"

Iglesias noted what he said, but she shoved it to the back of her mind. She could sort of tell that it was probably about the other students and their incessant bickering. It was something she could relate to. If given the opportunity, she would have avoided conversing with a good 90% of the school, but unfortunately... that is not quite possible. Iglesias lowered herself further into the seat, her head lowering, trying to block out as much as possible.

"Er, I think so, I was mostly distracting myself back then, better to have my head in a book than listen to other people and their drama"

She could not have agreed more with David on this point, except, she would rather do her own thing or sleep. Reading is okay too, but while awake, Iglesias was still able to hear the others.

"Excuse me but did the world ask you to make such a vulgar reference? No i dont think so"
"Nor do i think that a boy such as he would warrant that behaviour from anyone"
"If you do it again i will make you very uncomfortable so i suggest you either take it back and apologise or just sit there quietly until the end of the bus ride"

"Oh boy... Here we go. We may as well keep our heads down, before we get dragged into this childish squabble, I find it rather contagious"

Doesn't help that we are sitting so close to them either, but i agree.

With her being on the outside chair, any flak that came their way was going to hit her first. Iglesias draped her black jacket over her and lifted the hood so that it obscured her face somewhat from the aisle.

Sigh... well whatever the case, I sure hope this isn't going to persist for the entire trip, but it seems unlikely. We haven't even left the school and its already blowing into a storm...

It wasn't unexpected, but when it does happen, Iglesias still feel irked and tired about it. What did she expect? Did she really think that her classmates would change instantly over night and be all friendly, or at least courteous enough for her to ahve a trip without a fight? Of course not, but it was still tiring regardless.
 
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