What a Way to... [Quan/Open]

[Tara Ritter]

It was to early... WAY to early the girl thought as she strolled across the field to the school. Tara honestly didn't know how she had driven here and not crashed. Her blurry eyes looked down at the IPod in her hand and cycled through songs. Sometimes she wondered how some of this crap ended up on her player. Finally finding something bearable to listen to she dropped the player back into the pocket of her faded jeans and fixed the t-shirt she was wearing.

Humming along to the song she made it across the field without incident and walked through the front doors of the school. Sadly, instead of helping her wake up like she had hoped the song would, it was putting her to sleep, the song lulling her into stupidity. Her feet started to drag, which resulted in the inevitable. As the song again switched to something she had never even heard of before she pulled out the IPod to cycle through songs again, but the touch pad was spazzing.... As usual.

Have you dropped, used, touched, or otherwise looked at your IPod? Because you might need a new one...

Her foot caught on the carpet lining the front of the hallway in front of the door and she fell face first on the floor, groaning into the tile. It was FAR to early for this shit. Her hand grabbed onto the pants of the person nearest to her and hauled herself to her feet.

[Quan Tian Meng]

Quan gave a grin as he walked through the streets today. Why? Because his second day here had started out well as he was able to eat breakfast today and only looked to improve with lunch which he actually had money for. Two meals in one week? That was preposterous! actually it was... That was a bit of an exaggeration but it wasn't all together uncommon for the kid to miss meals. So today the world looked upbeat and bright to him, not that it generally didn't but still two guaranteed meals was something to be happy about.

As Quan rounded the last corner and saw the school he grinned. He had to admit that coming to long beach hadn't been a bad idea. The kid's here seemed nicer, well maybe not that but at the very least less bloodthirsty then he had previously encountered and there were no real winters here, well there were but compared to New England winter's they were nothing. He was not one for school, nor did he know exactly how long he actually would stay there but for now he was a student here. Might as well have fun with it.

He walked into the school amongst the crowd of others students when he felt a tug on his pants. He wasn't exactly sure whether it was a violent gesture or not so he began to speak his decoy language aka mandarin with a Beijing accent, "Duibuqi?(Excuse me?)"