Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)
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				Title: <strong>Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 18:27:00</strong>
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				MVP HALL:&nbsp; This is the building that houses the athletic equipment, along with the gym and the large pool.&nbsp; PE and most superpower training takes place here.&nbsp; The walls are triple reinforced osmium steel interior, with regular padding on the inside in case of any superhuman mishaps. <br><br>GOLIATH STADIUM:&nbsp; Named for the hero Goliath from the early 80s who lost his life helping to stop a plot of the villain the Decimator, the stadium has a 50 foot tall statue in the hero's honor standing near the front entrance.&nbsp; This is where track events and football games take place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 23:44:32</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Connor Marks<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Planck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade:</strong>&nbsp; Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Stadium, plotting<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Any<br><br><hr><br><em>Empty</em>&nbsp; Connor glanced around, and couldn't help hiding a smile.&nbsp; His timing seemed to have been perfect.&nbsp; The meatheads were all off showering after a practice, that damn coach was nowhere to be found, and the evil cheerleaders weren't yet showing up for practice.&nbsp; He had the field to himself, and plenty of time to collect data for his project.&nbsp; He adjusted the wireless headset in his ear - transmitting to a computer recording his voice, and flipped out the laser range finder he'd cobbled together last night.&nbsp; He walked the field, pointing the range finder up and down as he went.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thirty three meters," he said softly, trusting the mike to pick up his voice, and certain that the jocks or cheerleaders would want to give him a thrashing merely for being on 'their' field.&nbsp; He smiled at the thought - and at what he was doing here - and the glories of humbling the student's star athletes.<br><br>He still had to work out exactly hwo to construct his mechanical army without drawing the ire of the staff, but plans were in motion.&nbsp; Plans were always in motion, after all.&nbsp; If he could get his mind to stop working for all of two seconds, he might be able to sleep more often than every third day.&nbsp; The counselor had been suggesting helpful meditation tips for the last year.&nbsp; Connor enjoyed meditation - but all it really did was make him increasingly aware of his own thoughts, made the wheels turns faster, not slower.&nbsp; <br><br>Forty four point one meters," he added, continuing his measurements.&nbsp; "Might be difficulties in overlapping radio signals - make sure to calibrate for exact dissemination of instruction across all radio transmitters."<br><br>he ran down the field.&nbsp; Exercise, too, she'd suggested.&nbsp; She was full of useful ways to make him a more productive member of society.&nbsp; He did enjoy exercise - and there was a logical basis for its regular practice.&nbsp; Long life, health, the ability to protect yourself and overpower others, as necessary.&nbsp; He didn't despise the jocks because they liked execise.&nbsp; He despised them because they venerated it over all other endeavors, and used the innate, Neanderthal authority to impose their will on others.<br><br>Then again, they had nothing on the school itself.&nbsp; He finished his race to the far side and drew up, barely breathing.&nbsp; He was in good shape; he enjoyed running.&nbsp; He also got a lot of practice at it.&nbsp; But it kept him full of energy, his mind unclouded by lethargy and apathy.&nbsp; He had no time for either.<br><br>"Seventy seven point six five," he read off, into the microphone.&nbsp; He mused that he must surely be an odd sight - camo jacket and hood bouncing around him as he ran, then pausing the key focal points he' already mapped out for his network of radio transmitters.&nbsp; Most would think it was odd that he was anywhere near the stadium, period.&nbsp; It might well be the last place //anyone// looked for him.<br><br>It was going to be glorious.&nbsp; Not to mention, put to the test the programming matrix for chaotic resource management, computerized threat analysis, and fly by wire problem solving he'd been working on over the last week.&nbsp; He took another measurement, then glanced towards the double doors, the bleachers to see if anyone was interrupting his work.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 01:39:48</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/jessica_rose_jessica_lee_rose_mJ0Fzotsized.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Megan Adagio<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong> Deaftone<br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade:</strong> Junior<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Goliath Stadium, through the tunnel and onto the field.<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Connor, Open.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Second day of school and already they had practice.&nbsp; Megan was eager for everything the school year held in store, even dealing with Brae and Beth.&nbsp; She loved Nebula High.&nbsp; Not so much the actual classes, but being part of something that was amazing and that most of the world didn't even know existed.&nbsp; It had been great to see everyone so far, though she would've preferred to have spent more time with Karter and Chester, which meant getting detention, something Megan was doing her best to avoid.&nbsp; She'd been extremely tempted to simply mute the droning Geometry lecture that day but, being a junior, her default excuse of not realizing she was doing it wasn't likely going to fly this year.&nbsp; Of course, she hadn't been a complete angel.&nbsp; She simply hadn't been caught, yet.&nbsp; A smile formed on her lips as she recalled amplifying the whispers of two sophomores at lunch.&nbsp; It had been quite amusing when their whispers announced that they were crushing on Greg Larson, a.k.a. Stretch, possibly the hottest senior in the school, at least from what she'd overheard the Queen B's claim.&nbsp; Megan placed Robert Strauss a step higher on her personal list.&nbsp; Still she felt a little remorse for likely placing those two sophomore girls on Brae and Beth's radar, though they likely would've gotten themselves there sooner or later.<br><br>Megan had changed in her dorm room after her last class and walked the quad to the stadium without seeing any of the other cheerleaders.&nbsp; She was actually rather surprised to find that she was the first to arrive.&nbsp; Well, she thought she had been the first until she saw someone in a camo jacket and hood on the other end of the field.&nbsp; After a year of seeing Conor often enough in detention, Megan knew exactly who it was.<br><br><strong>"Dude, what are you doing here?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked in a normal tone as she allowed her ability to manipulate sound waves carry her voice to his ears.&nbsp; <strong>"If you're planning something you might as well forget it."</strong><br><br>Megan had nothing personally against Conor, but if he was doing something that'd ruin their practice or a game, or worse knowing him, she had a morale obligation to stop him.&nbsp; Her brows knitted together as she realized something.&nbsp; He'd been talking into his hand, or at least that's what it appeared, which meant he had a recording device.&nbsp; If she'd only paid more attention to her science and technology classes she might've been able to recall exactly how to short that out.&nbsp; Instead she'd just have to try everything.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Eh, cheerleading practice always came second to power's practice,</em> she thought, as a mischievous smile formed upon her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 02:20:31</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Connor Marks<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Planck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade:</strong>&nbsp; Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Stadium, plotting<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Any<br><br><hr><br>He caught the flicker of motion as he scanned the doors and the bleachers.&nbsp; normally the Cheers all seemed like faceless automatons to him, but Megan at least had a knack for getting in trouble herself.&nbsp; He grinned in his hoodie, his green eyes wicked.<br><br>He didn't bother to shout - she could amplify the vibration from across the field.&nbsp; It must be handy being a walking, talking listening bug.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aww, c'mon little devil."&nbsp; His lips curved in a rather devilish grin of his own.&nbsp; "We've practically lived in detention for a year.&nbsp; You know I'd never hurt anyone."<br><br>He shot her a wink from across the field, uncertain if she could see it beneath the hood.&nbsp; He slipped the range finder into the pocket of his hoodie, willing to heed the unspoken warning her arrival suggested.&nbsp; Others were on their way, soon, and likely not to offer the friendly warning Megan did.&nbsp; He blew her a kiss, grinned rogueishly, and started to jog for one of the discrete exits from the stadium.<br><br>"Catch you in detention."&nbsp; He turned and jogged backwards, doing a falsetto impression of two sophomores from earlier in the day.&nbsp; "Ooh, Captain Flesh Tentacle is <em>soooooooo</em> hot."&nbsp; His voice dropped back to its normal range, and gave her a wave.&nbsp; "Catch ya later, devil."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>artemis050</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 02:37:22</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgiacgnOpn1qaclw9.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Michael Axe<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong> The Watcher<br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade:</strong> Junior<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Outside Goliath Stadium<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Connor, Anyone<br><br>Michael leaned against the stadium wall by the chosen entrance; discreetly keeping an eye out for any large groups of people headed this way. It wouldn't do for Connor to get into a confrontation. Keeping an eye out for teachers, Michael calmly lit a cigarette. <br><br>Breathing in deeply, Michael's ears twitched as he heard Connor talking; seemingly to empty air. Michael thought to himself&nbsp; 'Oh shit. I hope he hasn't finally gone off the deep end; would be a shame to lose one of the few people I can stand.' Hearing the patter of a pair of feet heading his way, Michael stood up straight, and put out his cigarette. <br><br>Upon seeing Connor exit the stadium, Michael raises a brow; "Everything all right? You didn't spend to long in there? And do I even want to ask about 'Captain Flesh Tentacle'?<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 10:55:39</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/jessica_rose_jessica_lee_rose_mJ0Fzotsized.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Megan Adagio<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong> Deaftone<br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade:</strong> Junior<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Goliath Stadium, through the tunnel and onto the field.<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Connor, Open.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br><strong>"You live there, I just visit.&nbsp; I know you would never purposefully hurt anyone, but even as smart as you are you can't prevent an accident,"</strong> she whispered back to him.&nbsp; She really didn't want the B's, or anyone else, to know she was talking with him.&nbsp; <strong>"Tell me what you were up to."</strong>&nbsp; Her voice likely seemed to be coming from inside his hood.<br><br>Connor didn't need to shout.&nbsp; Megan simply amplified what he was saying like she had done to the two girls in the cafeteria.&nbsp; It was much easier than pulling the sound waves of his voice to her.&nbsp; Just not as discreet.&nbsp; He was in the stadium after all and if the B's or jocks caught him it was his own fault.&nbsp; Besides, hearing his voice reverberate off the bleachers and walls would likely make him move faster.<br><br>She had to laugh as the stadium was suddenly filled with his falsetto imitation of the two girls from lunch.&nbsp; "Ooh, Captain Flesh Tentacle is soooooooo hot."<br><br><strong>"You know that's likely why he's so popular with those girls, right?"</strong>&nbsp; She laughed again before shaking her head, <strong>"likely see you in detention, smartass."</strong><br><br>She watched as Connor disappeared through the exit and left the stadium.&nbsp; She could've stopped him if she had wanted, but she hadn't.&nbsp; Megan didn't consider him a friend, not in the true sense of the word, but he wasn't her enemy either.&nbsp; Sure, he hated the jocks and the cheerleaders, but he was a little nuisance and in detention hall he came up with some rather amusing ideas to make the time go by faster.&nbsp; Still she had to survey the area for anything that didn't belong.&nbsp; Who knew what his crazed little mind had concocted as a homecoming surprise for those who used this stadium.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 12:26:07</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Connor Marks<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Planck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade:</strong>&nbsp; Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Stadium, plotting<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Megan, Michael, Any<br><br><hr> <br><br>He smiled at her quick retort.&nbsp; He still kept his voice pitched evenly, trusting her to carry his words to her.&nbsp; “Milton.&nbsp; Book one.&nbsp; Line two hundred sixty four.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And – who says I can't?”&nbsp; He threw back his head and laughed, shaking his head.&nbsp; “While I have every respect for your liminality, I'd <em>much</em> prefer you come down off your fence.”&nbsp; His voice was merry, playful.&nbsp; “Though I do like it when you whisper in my ear.&nbsp; <em>Sexy.</em>”<br>&nbsp;<br>He grinned when she laughed at his jest.&nbsp; “Sure, if you're into hentai themed date rape.&nbsp; I was just hoping <em>you</em> had higher aspirations.”&nbsp; Friend, no – but neither an enemy.&nbsp; She was just someone caught in the crossfire of madness that was Nebule.&nbsp; Her final words made him laugh once more.<br><br>“It's a date!”&nbsp; He called back, before He blew her a kiss and then disappeared through the exit, well aware she considered it no such thing.&nbsp; <br><br>[If Megan does take the time to search the field, she'll find nothing amiss.&nbsp; Connor hasn't tampered with any objects, or planted anything on the field.&nbsp; His footprints cross all over the grass of the football field itself, and circle around the giant statue a number of times.]<br><br>He grinned at Michael as he emerged, clearly in a fine mood.&nbsp; “Cigarettes'll kill you,” he said cheerfully.&nbsp; It wasn't in the least admonishing.&nbsp; He pulled out the wireless microphone from his ear, tucking it in with the range finder, and bouncing down the steps that led away from the stadium.<br><br>“Yep.&nbsp; Got the schematics.&nbsp; Figured they'd match a regulation football field, but precision is everything.”&nbsp; He gave a wolfish, mirthful grin, and dug both transmitter and rangefinder out of his pockets.&nbsp; “Megan spotted these.&nbsp; Mind turning them into some useless slag?&nbsp; She could still be eavesdropping.&nbsp; Figure we can start working on the <em>prototype</em> soon.”&nbsp; <br><br>He shrugged.&nbsp; “Good chance I was going to be caught.”&nbsp; He laughed at the mention of Captain Flesh Tentacle.&nbsp; “Well... that or Captain Silly Putty.&nbsp; Either way, I don't see the charm our beloved football quarterback has.&nbsp; Nothing must scream romance to Braelyn like feeling her handsome beau <em>ooze</em> up into her.”<br><br>He bounced down more steps, grinning back at Michael.&nbsp; “Bet she wouldn't know what hard cock was if it slapped her in the face.”&nbsp; Altogether a more intriguing image, and one his active mind lingered on as he strode for the Tech Hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 18:12:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Karter%20and%20Hexx/KarterAvi.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Karter%20and%20Hexx/tumblr_mg7sf7o4WE1r5rym1o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karter Dean &amp; Chester Meeks<br><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong> Tryx &amp; Slipscreen<br><strong>Position/Grade:</strong> Student/Junior<br><strong>Location:</strong> From Detention to the Stadium<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, OPEN<hr><br>There was little warning that anyone was coming when Chester and Karter seemingly appeared from nowhere. Karter was laughing but looked half sick as their forward momentum tripped them up and had the pair going down in a jumbled heap. <br><br>"Oof." Karter groaned some but was still laughing. "Dude! We made it!"<br><br>"That's right! Like anything was gonna stop 'Dude and Slim'." Chester sat up, removing his heavier frame from where it had landed half on top of her. It wasn't like this was the first time either of them had busted out of detention. Usually to only end up having to do double duty the next day. A couple times it had even earned then a weekend detention but seeing as it was so early in the year it likely wouldn't be that bad. Hell, the staff member was new to detention duty as far as Chester could tell so if the were lucky he would feel embarrassed about letting the students give him the slip so easily and not report it.<br><br>"Well, considering we nearly ran right into 3 teachers, Mr. I know where I'm going..." <br><br>"Hey hey! Who kept moving around and trying to back seat drive? I couldn't see with the way you nearly climbed my head."<br><br>"I did not climb your head! Not my fault the ride was bumpy!" She shot back as she got to her feet. The pair weren't being quiet at all but as they were still at the far corner of the field, near the stands, they weren't really worried about disrupting anything. <br><br>Chester pretended to take offense, sputtering some as he followed after her and dusted off his shorts. "Bumpy?! Girl, I'll have you know I give the smoothest rides in town!" His grin was cocky as his friend swiveled around to face him, her mouth dropped open. <br><br>"I can't believe you just said that!" She looked truly astonished. "Like... I really cannot believe that something so..." she seemed to be searching for a word as Chester popped the collar of his polo, "so... so CORNY just came out of your mouth!" At his crestfallen look she pointed and laughed. "Ahhhhhhhh!" <br><br>"Man, whatever. You a hater Slim!" He waved a hand at her. "That's it, I'm breaking up the band! 'Dude and Slim' are done!"<br><br>"That's fine. I can go solo." Karter shrugged and turned back around, walking toward a familiar figure as she caught sight of her. "Megan!"<br><br>"I can't believe you'd just let what we have go so easily!" Chester plopped his arm around her shoulders as he caught up to her but his gaze was already turned toward Megan as well. "Not even a small fight to keep the dream alive! That's cold Karter."<br><br>"Hey, what can I say, I knew you'd come crawling back." She laughed as they approached probably the only Cheerleader they could stand for more than 5 minutes at a time. "Hey you! Missed ya in detention." Karter pushed her hair out of her eyes and grinned.<br><br>"Yeah," Chester disappeared only to reappear beside Megan, "did you miss us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>artemis050</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 20:32:41</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgiacgnOpn1qaclw9.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name: Michael Axe</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre: The Watcher</strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade: Junior </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location: Outside Goliath Stadium </strong> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging: Connor, Anyone </strong> <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br><br>Rolling his eyes at Connor's...antics, for lack of a better word, Michael held the transmitter and rangefinder in his hand. A brief look of concentration on his face, the transmitter and rangefinder began to slowly morph and change. A few minutes later, Michael held a watch in his hand. Scrutinizing the watch, and finding no obvious faults, Michael pocketed it and headed in the direction of town. After all, he didn't have class, besides he needed to get batteries for his new watch. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Watch</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51-I9OQC6sL._SL500_SS500_.jpg)</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 07:44:05</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/jessica_rose_jessica_lee_rose_mJ0Fzotsized.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Megan Adagio<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong> Deaftone<br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade:</strong> Junior<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Goliath Stadium, through the tunnel and onto the field.<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Karter, Chester, Open.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Megan frowned as she stared at the door Connor had exited the stadium through.&nbsp; Milton.&nbsp; Book one, verse whatever.&nbsp; She was no detective and she definitely didn't want to dig through <em>Paradise Lost</em> to find the reference.&nbsp; Maybe she could Google it after practice, if she even remembered.&nbsp; She was no detective.&nbsp; She preferred to deal with the here and now.&nbsp; She didn't like the past and the future was too uncertain.&nbsp; Besides, there was a school full of want-to-be-heroes, surely one of them would stumble over Connor's scheme and thwart it, if it even needed thwarting.&nbsp; Still, Megan walked the field and followed the camo-wearing nut-case's footprints.&nbsp; If she were to hazard a wild guess, it looked like he might be planning to do something to the statue.&nbsp; <br><br>She began stretching her arms and upper back as she returned to the field.&nbsp; Goliath had been a Sentinel before her father.&nbsp; She didn't even know if her father had known the man.&nbsp; Maybe they had hated each other.&nbsp; She didn't know and it wasn't likely anyone would tell her.&nbsp; After all, who spoke poorly of the deceased, especially if the deceased was a hero worthy of a statue.&nbsp; She always wondered why she hadn't seen a statue of her father on campus.&nbsp; He was likely an asshole, or maybe not that good of a hero.&nbsp; That would explain why her mother and grandfather never talked about him and had desired that Megan had never found out about him.&nbsp; Course, her mother was a right B for keeping that secret from her.&nbsp; So, as far as Megan was concerned, her dad had been the best hero who had ever lived.<br><br>She was sitting on the grass, nose to knee when she heard Karter's familiar laughter.&nbsp; Megan craned her neck to see her two friends from detention which instantly caused her to smile from ear to ear.&nbsp; From the little bits of conversation Megan could hear naturally, she did her best not to eavesdrop on friends, it sounded like the pair was in top form.&nbsp; Megan's quiet laugh only made her smile stretch until it hurt.<br><br>With a dancer's grace Megan flowed from her spot on the grass to her feet and began walking toward the duo with a skip in her step.&nbsp; She was wearing one of the cheer team's practice uniforms; which was basically compiled of a cut-off Tee with "Nebula High" stylized across the chest and short, cheerleader shorts with the letters "N" and "H" along the posterior, both in the highschool's colors.&nbsp; Her white sneakers and ankle length socks only helped display a lot of well toned leg.<br><br><strong>"Hey you two,"</strong> her voice infectiously chipper.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah, trying to start the year off on a good foot.&nbsp; I give it a day or two more,"</strong> she jokingly replied to Karter.<br><br>She wasn't surprised when Chester appeared next to her, especially since she saw him disappear.&nbsp; Without missing a beat she playfully bumped her hip into him.<br><br><strong>"You know my day isn't complete until I get to hang out with you two,"</strong> she grinned at him, a twinkle in her eye when she looked into his eyes, then scampered away toward Karter.&nbsp; <strong>"So, did you bust out or are you two being abnormally well behaved?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked before slowing down and opening her arms toward the other girl in an invitation for a hug.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciosa</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 08:08:07</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Connor Marks<br>&nbsp;<strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>&nbsp; Planck<br>&nbsp;<strong>Position/Grade:</strong>&nbsp; Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Stadium, plotting<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Michael<br><br><hr> <br>He grinned over at Michael.&nbsp; "Classy.&nbsp; Nice touch."&nbsp; He saw him turning away towards the town and offered a fist to bump.&nbsp; "I'll catch you in the lab later.&nbsp; I'll bring the schematics."&nbsp; He glanced over towards the town, his eyes still blazing with that endless font of energy.<br><br>"See you man!"<br><br>He jumped back to a jog as he headed for the main campus, thumbing the small ring he'd created from micronizing a cell phone.&nbsp; He drew out the letters for 'Lara' and then sent her a brief text.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey weatherwitch!&nbsp; Missing you.&nbsp; Whatcha up to?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He had - he'd spent the summer doing whatever half-baked idea of community service the school could think of to 'keep him occupied.'&nbsp; He wondered if they had any idea that the more he worked out his body, the more his mind seemed to disengage from what he was doing and come up with months worth of hair brained schemes to fight back against the administration.<br><br>Give him a genuinely difficult science problem, and his mind turned to more useful pursuits, but the school seemed scared of giving him free reign in a lab.&nbsp; Lara'd been in his thoughts, and how to solve her little problem.&nbsp; For the first time, he actually wanted to impress the administration, cut a deal, and see if he could get some bona fide lab time.<br><br>He gritted his teeth, hating himself already for it, and thumbed in the e-mail address for Principal Neutron.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Al,<br><br>Got a proposition for you.&nbsp; Can I swing by your office?<br><br>&nbsp;- Planck</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He fired it off without a second thought, and continued his jog up towards the dorms (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162799.msg7560617#msg7560617).<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nebula High Reboot (MVP Hall and Goliath Stadium/Track Field)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 11:12:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Karter%20and%20Hexx/KarterAvi.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Karter%20and%20Hexx/tumblr_mg7sf7o4WE1r5rym1o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Karter Dean &amp; Chester Meeks<br><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong> Tryx &amp; Slipscreen<br><strong>Position/Grade:</strong> Student/Junior<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stadium<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Megan, OPEN<hr><br>"Ha! Start off on a good foot. That's a good one." Karter laughed as Chester teleported away. She and her bestie could be quiet as church mice and not set even a toe out of line and they'd still be looked at as troublemakers. They'd spent the last two years carving out a nice little niche for themselves under that heading and it wasn't likely to go away anytime soon. <br><br>"Awww." Chester pressed a hand to his heart. "I've got the warm and fuzzies now." He remarked after hearing Megan's comment. His brow wiggled comically as his gaze met hers then he laughed as she dashed off toward Karter, gazing after her with open appreciation for the practice uniforms and how she filled it out. It seems they were in time to watch practice today--something that Karter would groan about but do anyway. She thought he didn't know about her little crush but they were close enough that he could read her far better than she knew and she wouldn't be able to help taking a peek of three at a certain redhead.<br><br>"Well, I still maintain that I did absolutely nothing wrong!" Karter held up her hands as though innocent before moving to meet Megan. Her arms slipped around the other girl for a brief hug hello, giving her a light squeeze before letting her go. "But apparently my teacher did not agree." She brushed her hair out of her eyes and shrugged her expression nothing short of impish. "All I'll say is: maybe they could try to make class a little less boring is all." <br><br>"Yeah well, thankfully I had the genius idea for us to bust out since it was all shades of boring in there." Chester actually used his feet and walked over to the two girls. "None of the usual suspects were there and they had some new guy in there anyway." There was a shrug as he stepped between Karter and Megan and dropped his arms casually around each of their shoulders. <br><br>"Yeah. Dude was pretty much asking for us to leave. He wasn't even paying attention." Karter rolled her eyes then changed the subject abruptly. <br>"So... you guys having practice already? Or were you just out here strutting your stuff for kicks?" She nodded at Megan's uni and snickered. Her feelings about the cheerleaders as a group wasn't a secret. Individually she didn't mind them so much, at least those she knew anyway, but sometimes when they got together she just wanted to flick them all between the eyes.
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