Want something spread around the homeroom fast? Want a rumour cast into the second form consensus before the school-end bell can ring? Just tell Angela and she'll be happy to oblige. If loose lips sink ships, then Angela is responsible for every naval disaster since the Bismark. She's still a sweet girl, and it's sooo hard to stay mad at her... after all, she only just likes secrets, is that so wrong?
Robbie Redgrave"Gonna cry, baby? Gonna cry? Go on... cry. Crrry..."
I'm going to die, thought Jeena Campell as she slunk away from her mid-town park tormentor. Hard, cold monkeybars pressed into her back, blocking her escape. Maybe I'll come back as a tree so I can drop a branch onto him... the bully crept closer. Normally, he didn't hit girls, but he'd heared what Campell'd said about him at lunch, and the girl was going to be *soup* as a lesson to all others that some rumours were only started with a price. Angrily, the bully raised his fist, ready to rain down vengeance on the hapless girl who was not yet ready to become a Wraith...
"Back off, Kramer." A shadow fell across Jeena, and she blinked up into the sun to see the tall, wonderful shadow of Robbie Redgrave standing there like a... a... sun-blocking wonderful thing, grasping the bully's wrist. "Why don't you go cool off for a while?"
"Why don't you *make* me?" replied the bully, calling upon the wit and eloquation of bullies everywhere.
"Do you really want me to?" replied Robbie, staring hard at the bully, who swallowed and shook his head...
Tina and her 'Bagatelles' (Tina saw the name on a box of jewlery once and fell in love with it) are the closest thing that Indian Burial Grounds High has to a social club. Getting in to their between class/lunch group depends entirely upon your social standing in the Highschool universe, and even those who've made it in aren't immune to the changing tides of fashion. They delight in granting Flaws such as Eating Disorders and Negative Ego to any poor unfortunate who gets in their way, who crosses one of them, or who's just there when someone's in a bitchy mood.
Randy KramerRandy. If anyone is a candidate for an xxy chromasomal disorder, it's Randy. The's the only 9th grader who shaves. He outmasses anyone else on the football team, and like the giant lizards of old, preys on anyone lower on the food chain. Also like the terrible lizards of olden days, he doesn't adapt very well to new situations. Like... grade 9, which he's already repeated.
Jeff O'NeilJeff has aspirations to one day being the terror of Little Shevat... but until the day when he has the courage to stand on his own, he'll always be in Randy's shadow. He's a smaller boy, almost normal looking, though he does anything he can to look tough. Like tattooing himself (with gum wrappers). Or scarring his cheek (with ballpoint pen). He's usually hanging out with Randy Kramer, when he's not serving detention for telling the teacher to bite him. So far, no one's taken him up on that...
If you're in a brightly lit classroom and suddenly it seems as though all the light's just been sucked away... it's a good bet that Kenny's wandered into the room. Kenny's depressed all the time. Kenny writes dark poetry about death, dying and little puppys that you loved as a child who then got sold to Pentex for medical experiments. If Kenny tries to strike up a conversation with you, you are *automatically* placed under the 'suicide risk' watch of the school's nurse.
Just to be warned.
Insects and laptops and quarries with geodes...
Earth, Mars and Saturn and pondscum with tadpoles...
Microchip sold'ring and my token rings...
These are a few of my favorite things...
It's said that once, long long ago, a Mage finally achieved Ascention and was offered a chance to become an Oracle. But, in his arrogance he distained all knowledge and embraced all-emotion instead, becoming a terrible Marauder. It's said that his cast off knowledge found its way back to Earth and reincarnated as Daniel Schwartz, who seems to know everything but can't remember where he left his beaker of hydrochloric acid.
Okay, no one at all said that, but they might as *well*.
When her other friends were discovering boys, Urusula was reading a book.
When her other friends rebelled and tried their first sip of forbidden nectar (a la, beer), Ursula was reading a book.
When her other friends began to form deeper and more meaningful friendships with each other, Ursula was reading... a book.
When Ursula's friends all moved on and past her, she didn't notice. She just turned the page.
Most people don't talk to Harold. Tina *especially*. His parents live in the trailer park. They say that for dinner, they eat fried rat. And if they can't find rat that night, they go to the junkyard and carve off spare tire fillets. And they say he only wears clothes that he's fished out of the dumpster behind Sears. *And* he never washes them! And another thing...
Mr Lee is the best chemistry teacher anywhere. All of his colleages agree with this assessment. There's just one small, tiny problem... well, see, no one can really understand him even under the best of conditions. And the best of conditions are not when Daniel Schwartz has left his beaker of hyrdochloric acid where you can spill it on your hair, and Mr Lee is shouting instructions to you. Still, if you did your homework last night, you'd know what to do!
Ms WheelerMany, many hearts have been broken by Ms Wheeler. Oh, she speaks of the passion that comes from art and creation... but in truth, she is a tease... a flirt... untouchable. So many have signed up for a Comparitative History of Art seeking her, but none has returned from their voyage successful. Though many got 'A's.
Mr RoswellTo Mr Roswell, History is not a living, breathing thing. It's like an animal... it has to be stalked, hunted, killed, pickled, preserved, mounted and finally rendered safe by only letting people view selected portions of it mounted on the trophy wall. Roswell was never so happy as when McCarthy was in power -- the world could use a few less subversives mucking it all up for the rest of us...
Mrs McLaughlinPrinciple McLaughlin isn't a terribly uncool Kommandant for the school. Oh true, she gets rather uptight at dress-code violations, but in truth she wants her students to enjoy the act of having knowledge shoveled into their heads like sand. The problem being that she's a touch removed from the whole education process, and so often misses those things that get in the way of her dream...
Mr KlaivesteinRemember way back when the essences of the greatest and most terrible leaders of the world (and Sgt Slaughter, if you believe that incarnation) were captured and fused to make up the incredible leader of Kobra... Serpentor?
Well he's back. And... he's got an educator's license.
The enigmatic Queen of the fey; she has plucked three girls from their safe lives and made two of them (Meryl and Maddy) her knights. She also has her hands in other pies, having taken Hallie into her service when the girl's recruiter perished.
The Tuxedo -- Presumed DeceasedThe Tuxedo came to recruit Hallie to fight against something which he called The Vulgarity. He died after making Hallie a Wedding Warrior just moments before he was slain.
The dragon was the first supernatural enemy defeated by our Magical girls. He was killed by Maddy's sword as she was lofted into the air by a typhoon caused by a mix of Meryl and Hallie's powers.
The VulgarityLittle is known about this creature except that it opposed the Tuxedo.
Back into the Moonlight!