Flashback to before the nominations were announced...
"Hey Slick." Bryan called out. "Checking it out from a fan's point of view?" Sam sat at the top of the stadium overlooking the field. It was downright beautiful, she told her self. New turf, they were applying fresh paint, the fundraisers even got together enough money for a new electronic scoreboard and stadium floodlights.
"I reckon." She said with a nod. "Friday night's game will be something else."
"Big dance will be too." He said, settling down next to her. Sam tied her shoelace and nodded in agreement.
"I kind of overheard the coach talking to you. You okay?" He asked apprehensively. She leaned her head over against the leather shoulder of his varsity jacket and nodded.
"I'm a tank, Bryan. We're always okay."
"Except when you're not?" He finished for her, causing her to smile and nod.
"Have a seat, Sammy. I need to talk to you a second." The coach had said, calling her into his office after practice. "There's no real easy way for me to say this, so I'll just come out and say it. This isn't really something I've had to deal with in the past, but the alumni association has requested that we take your name off the ballot for Homecoming King." The coach's words rang clear in her head as she and Bryan inhaled the scent of the freshly cut grass, and watched as line judges measured everything precisely. "I told them no, but they had a good point, so I thought I'd leave it up to you. I'll keep you on the ballot. You've earned it. You've got a spot on the team, you earned that too. But you'll have to understand that if you do win? They'll be none to happy. Parents might be none to happy. Students may be none too happy. I guess what I'm getting at is this... It's your choice. I don't want you getting buried in a backslide of bologna from anyone because of the gender issue. I'll be the first to stand up for you, but I can't promise everyone will think it's as good a joke as the guys here make it out to be."
She hadn't minded. The whole event was about the team, not the goofy elections. He gave her the right to nominate someone even herself for homecoming queen, but she declined both.
"I put in my choice for Queen." Bryan said after a long silence.
"Nix?" Sam asked, still not moving from his shoulder. He shook his head no, causing her to take more guesses. "Joni? Erika? Ves? Mimi?"
"You." He said, slightly bumping her head with his shoulder. A smile spread across Sam's face as she sat back up, and playfully tapped him on the arm.
"You big dope. What'd you go and do that for?"
"I wanted to take my chances." He said with a wink. "When you and I win, and have a dance on the floor, it'll give Eddie a chance to practice his telekinetic Darth Vader choke hold." He mocked being choked from an invisible source. Sam laughed.
"Sure, and Nix can claw my eyes out." She mimicked a cat scratching, then settled back against his arm, letting a long pause linger.
"Hey Bryan?"
"Yeah?"
"If it's all the same? Nominate someone else, okay? I get some ribbing for being on the team as it is, I don't really want to draw more attention to it. I sorta have this fear that there's a rule somewhere about a girl being on the team, and I don't want to give anyone reason to go digging for it, you know?" Bryan leaned his chin on the top of her head. "And besides, it's like... that's not me, you know? The whole make-up pagent set. People get serious about stuff like that. If I ran? I'd be doing it for a goof. For a joke. But Bryan?"
"Yeah, Sam?"
"Save one dance for me anyway. Just because. I'll risk my eyesight." Bryan pretended to choke again and the two friends laughed, watching the bright stadium lights come on for the first time.
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Stephen Reed wears a white tee shirt around campus after school. On the front of the shirt, air brushed in blood red are the words "We Want Horse Meat". On the back, written in Blue are the words “Vote For Stephen Reed.” Below it is a picture of an upside down horse and underneath that, also in blue "Go Flyers!". His right hand holds a football and clutched in his left is a stuffed, black garbage bag. "Free shirts, guys. Come and get 'em," he says, placing the ball under his arm and opening up the bag for a crowd of supporters to attempt to get a shirt identical to Stephen's for themselves.
As the other teenagers reach in to grab their shirts, Stephen smiles his million dollar smile, winks and says, "Remember who to vote for for Homecoming King."
As the other teenagers reach in to grab their shirts, Stephen smiles his million dollar smile, winks and says, "Remember who to vote for for Homecoming King."
"I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, his greatest fulfillment of all he holds dear, is the moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious."
- Vince Lombardi
- Vince Lombardi
"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!" Mojo saw the crowd of people gathered around another table. He scampered down the hallway, zipping in between groups of people and ducking through people's legs to get to the front of the crowd.
"T-shirts?! Wow! Can I have one?" The little primate creature smiled.
After snatching up his newest treasure, Mojo leapt away from the table with a chortle.
"T-shirts?! Wow! Can I have one?" The little primate creature smiled.
After snatching up his newest treasure, Mojo leapt away from the table with a chortle.
“If you had a million Shakespeares, could they write like a monkey?” - Steven Wright
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Stasis Kiss
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She walked quickly through the quad, keeping her head up and her books clutched against her chest. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the buzz of activity at a makeshift table, people moving around, talking over the tinny sound of a boombox and over everything the light patter of Brianna's voice. She'd already seen a couple of students wearing shirts with a slogan that was impossible to miss. There were pins taped on the doors, for crying out loud. The whole school was ramping up into a fever of anticipation. The game almost seemed secondary at this point.
Stasis let her long legs eat up the distance to her next class. She was embarrassed. It had to have been Lucas because it sure as anything hadn't been Biff. What was he *thinking*?
He was thinking he likes you, you idiot, was the answer. Don't you want to be Homecoming Queen?
She shrugged, defensive with herself. No, she didn't. Did she? It was totally girl thing to do and everybody knew she was no kind of girl.
Homecoming Queen. That was for pretty cheerleaders like Brianna who were so perfect at everything. She'd win, she didn't even need to advertise. Everybody liked her because she was... well, perfect. Perfect hair, perfect grades probably, perfect boyfriend... not like some girls who had two left feet and couldn't string together an acceptance speech even if they had to.
Thank you, everybody, thank you so much. I just want you to know... She caught herself daydreaming, actually imagining herself up on stage with... what did the Homecoming Queen get anyways? Gotta be a tiara. She'd have a tiara in her hair and maybe roses and Jai would just die to see her looking so pretty and he'd know... he'd know....
Nothing, said the traitor voice in her head. Let it go, he's not going to show up and want you back. Just give it up, already.
She shot a dirty look at Brianna, the perky blonde hair peeking out of the happy crowd. Well, she didn't want to be Homecoming Queen anyways. But she'd vote for Mimi before she'd vote for somebody as plastic as the newly imported cheerleader.
Why? Because she's nice to you, like Mimi, only you can't handle people being better than you? You're just jealous. Nobody even knows it's you anyways. You gonna tell them? Then everybody will know you want it and then when you don't win, you're going to look stupid.
She told herself to shut up and walked faster.
Stasis let her long legs eat up the distance to her next class. She was embarrassed. It had to have been Lucas because it sure as anything hadn't been Biff. What was he *thinking*?
He was thinking he likes you, you idiot, was the answer. Don't you want to be Homecoming Queen?
She shrugged, defensive with herself. No, she didn't. Did she? It was totally girl thing to do and everybody knew she was no kind of girl.
Homecoming Queen. That was for pretty cheerleaders like Brianna who were so perfect at everything. She'd win, she didn't even need to advertise. Everybody liked her because she was... well, perfect. Perfect hair, perfect grades probably, perfect boyfriend... not like some girls who had two left feet and couldn't string together an acceptance speech even if they had to.
Thank you, everybody, thank you so much. I just want you to know... She caught herself daydreaming, actually imagining herself up on stage with... what did the Homecoming Queen get anyways? Gotta be a tiara. She'd have a tiara in her hair and maybe roses and Jai would just die to see her looking so pretty and he'd know... he'd know....
Nothing, said the traitor voice in her head. Let it go, he's not going to show up and want you back. Just give it up, already.
She shot a dirty look at Brianna, the perky blonde hair peeking out of the happy crowd. Well, she didn't want to be Homecoming Queen anyways. But she'd vote for Mimi before she'd vote for somebody as plastic as the newly imported cheerleader.
Why? Because she's nice to you, like Mimi, only you can't handle people being better than you? You're just jealous. Nobody even knows it's you anyways. You gonna tell them? Then everybody will know you want it and then when you don't win, you're going to look stupid.
She told herself to shut up and walked faster.
"So pay attention to me; I don't talk for my health."
"I want you on my team."
"... So does everybody else."
"I want you on my team."
"... So does everybody else."
Just as there were Pep Rallies and the like going on at Saint Joe's so was there for the mustangs. However, for the mustangs their's did not go off without an incident.
*Taken from a page the Mustangs School Paper and hung on the bulletin board in the Hallways of Saint Joe's*
Its a Bird... its a... Bird Kid?
During Todays Pep Rally, the Saint Joe's "Flyer" flew in through the front doors of the gym, soaring around landing for a moment before landing in the center. "Go FLYERS!" echoed through the Gym as well as the hallways, leaving some to believe he was a super powered kid with sonic amplification abilities. As several of our Mustangs attempted to restrain him so security could remove him, the "Flyer" managed some acrobatic moves, ultimately eluding capture.
Our Coach later was reached for comment "I knew the flyers could move, but not like that... we will be doing some extra practice before this weeks game!"
Upon bursting out of the Gym, a Passing Student managed to catch several images of the Saint Joe's "Flyer" on camera, as he even stopped a minute to pose, before taking to the skies again.
Any information about this student would be appreciated.
*Taken from a page the Mustangs School Paper and hung on the bulletin board in the Hallways of Saint Joe's*
Its a Bird... its a... Bird Kid?
During Todays Pep Rally, the Saint Joe's "Flyer" flew in through the front doors of the gym, soaring around landing for a moment before landing in the center. "Go FLYERS!" echoed through the Gym as well as the hallways, leaving some to believe he was a super powered kid with sonic amplification abilities. As several of our Mustangs attempted to restrain him so security could remove him, the "Flyer" managed some acrobatic moves, ultimately eluding capture.
Our Coach later was reached for comment "I knew the flyers could move, but not like that... we will be doing some extra practice before this weeks game!"
Upon bursting out of the Gym, a Passing Student managed to catch several images of the Saint Joe's "Flyer" on camera, as he even stopped a minute to pose, before taking to the skies again.
Any information about this student would be appreciated.
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Stasis Kiss
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Mimi blinked once, twice. She read the list over again.
Great, she thought.
"Told you," said Rudi from behind her.
Mimi smirked. "Yes, I guess you did. Then again, you're on the committee so you could have just as easily stuck me on there, r00d."
"Nuh-uh!" Rudi cried. "You made it fair and square."
Mimi nodded, her thoughts elsewhere for a moment. "Well, this doesn't change anything. I talked to Katie and Click, and the Tartans are still on for the counter-homecoming pre-party."
Rudi cocked her hip and sucked her teeth. "And you don't think that might have just the slightest impact on votes? You can't expect people to vote for you if you back the anti-homecoming scene."
Mimi turned and walked past the pink-haired girl. "God, let's hope you're right."
Great, she thought.
"Told you," said Rudi from behind her.
Mimi smirked. "Yes, I guess you did. Then again, you're on the committee so you could have just as easily stuck me on there, r00d."
"Nuh-uh!" Rudi cried. "You made it fair and square."
Mimi nodded, her thoughts elsewhere for a moment. "Well, this doesn't change anything. I talked to Katie and Click, and the Tartans are still on for the counter-homecoming pre-party."
Rudi cocked her hip and sucked her teeth. "And you don't think that might have just the slightest impact on votes? You can't expect people to vote for you if you back the anti-homecoming scene."
Mimi turned and walked past the pink-haired girl. "God, let's hope you're right."
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She wasn't running, she just had places to go. If they happened to take her right by the corkboard, well it was sort of on the way.
And its not like Joni would steer her wrong or anything, Joni wasn't LIKE that but some little corner of her was sure hoping that the near albino girl was wrong, dead wrong, totally mistaken....
... only she'd been telling the absolute truth. Stasis saw the little scrap of paper from ten feet away and she knew what she was going to find.
Her yearbook picture. With its incontrovertible little printing in neat little rows. Her name. Her real name.
"Oh, man."
Just how many people had seen it? She didn't even think about it - just grabbed it and stuffed it in her pocket. Walked away sucking her finger where the tack had scratched it.
And its not like Joni would steer her wrong or anything, Joni wasn't LIKE that but some little corner of her was sure hoping that the near albino girl was wrong, dead wrong, totally mistaken....
... only she'd been telling the absolute truth. Stasis saw the little scrap of paper from ten feet away and she knew what she was going to find.
Her yearbook picture. With its incontrovertible little printing in neat little rows. Her name. Her real name.
"Oh, man."
Just how many people had seen it? She didn't even think about it - just grabbed it and stuffed it in her pocket. Walked away sucking her finger where the tack had scratched it.
"So pay attention to me; I don't talk for my health."
"I want you on my team."
"... So does everybody else."
"I want you on my team."
"... So does everybody else."
Bryan sat in the front of his Physics class. The room was quiet, while everyone concentrated on the quiz which they had been given. The sounds of frustrated sighs and groans were mixed with the furious scratching of pencil to paper and the brushing away of eraser dust.
The boy looked down at his half finished quiz, absent-mindedly chewing on his mouthguard. He knew it looked silly to have the piece of equipment in use during the relatively safe backdrop of a pop quiz.
Last season, he started carrying around the hunk of silicone on any day the team played a game. It started as an accident, the first time he just forgot to leave it in his locker after morning practice but since then it had become his superstitious pre-game ritual. He had only forgotten to carry the mouthguard before one game last season, when they were beaten by Prescott.
"For today's game," Bryan thought to himself, "I'm not taking any chances!"
Still biting up and down on the black rubber guard, Bryan returned his focus to the sheet of paper in front of him.
There are two spherical bodies (wood, iron) with equal diameters. Each sits on an incline with the same angle. The surface of the incline provides enough friction for the spheres to roll and not to slide. Which one will have the larger velocity finally? Explain your answer.
The boy looked down at his half finished quiz, absent-mindedly chewing on his mouthguard. He knew it looked silly to have the piece of equipment in use during the relatively safe backdrop of a pop quiz.
Last season, he started carrying around the hunk of silicone on any day the team played a game. It started as an accident, the first time he just forgot to leave it in his locker after morning practice but since then it had become his superstitious pre-game ritual. He had only forgotten to carry the mouthguard before one game last season, when they were beaten by Prescott.
"For today's game," Bryan thought to himself, "I'm not taking any chances!"
Still biting up and down on the black rubber guard, Bryan returned his focus to the sheet of paper in front of him.
There are two spherical bodies (wood, iron) with equal diameters. Each sits on an incline with the same angle. The surface of the incline provides enough friction for the spheres to roll and not to slide. Which one will have the larger velocity finally? Explain your answer.
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Isabella Hamilton
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Izzie walked from one class to another watching all the activities as the day went on. She never knew that the election of home coming queen and king was such an event. Buttons, t-shirts, hot chocolate and candy oh my! She began to wonder how much money was spent just to win some votes? She smiled slightly, she already knew who she was voting for.
((OOC Geekiness Time! College paying off!
Both have the same speed.
Incline speed equals (kgh)^.5
k = coeffiecent based on the objects shape and density distribution (Not mass)
g = rate of gravitational acceleration
h = height of the incline (angle is no factor)
k, g and h are all the same for two objects the same size with equal diameters assuming their density distribution is the same.
As a matter of point - the slope of the incline doesn't matter either, velocity at the bottom would be the same for both.))
((OOC Geekiness Time! College paying off!
Both have the same speed.
Incline speed equals (kgh)^.5
k = coeffiecent based on the objects shape and density distribution (Not mass)
g = rate of gravitational acceleration
h = height of the incline (angle is no factor)
k, g and h are all the same for two objects the same size with equal diameters assuming their density distribution is the same.
As a matter of point - the slope of the incline doesn't matter either, velocity at the bottom would be the same for both.))
Mom, I melted the keys on my flute again!
((Hands Izzie a gold star!))
Bryan spotted Nova in the hall on the way to third period. "Here's the button I promised ya!" Bryan smiled as he tossed the plastic and metal creation to the winged boy.
"Remember!" Bryan said as he pointed to the button on his own uniform jacket.
Bryan spotted Nova in the hall on the way to third period. "Here's the button I promised ya!" Bryan smiled as he tossed the plastic and metal creation to the winged boy.
"Remember!" Bryan said as he pointed to the button on his own uniform jacket.
Bryan Baxter (Codename: Gravwarp)
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Erika Raeder
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"Ummm... is something going on today?" Erika asked blankly, earning a multitude of raised eyebrows from her fellow students in the hallway. "No seriously," she continued, "why are you all wearing blue?"
"How can you not know about the big game?!?" Liz stared at Erika in astonishment. She was about to continue when the other girl finally lost her composure and broke into laughter. "Oh.. Erika! YOU BRAT!"
"I'm sorry, Liz. I couldn't help myself. Here have a flier." Erika handed Liz a piece of paper from the stack she was carrying. It was still warm from the photocopier. In plain bold text, it said...
Vote for Angel!
GO FLYERS!
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"How can you not know about the big game?!?" Liz stared at Erika in astonishment. She was about to continue when the other girl finally lost her composure and broke into laughter. "Oh.. Erika! YOU BRAT!"
"I'm sorry, Liz. I couldn't help myself. Here have a flier." Erika handed Liz a piece of paper from the stack she was carrying. It was still warm from the photocopier. In plain bold text, it said...
Vote for Angel!
GO FLYERS!
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