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Tod sighs and then barely manages to hide a ginormous yawn. He stuffs a hand into his pocket, feeling for gum. He sighs again when he remembers he left it in his backpack on the bus. His untouched notebook held in his left hand, along with a pencil, he goes along with the main group, just missing noticing the commotion.
Matt looked behind him, at the girl who had pointed, and whispered, “I really want to know, now. That guy’s reaction was uncalled for, for just a door.”
She whispered back. "I know right? I just wonder what's behind the door he doesn't want us knowing." She curiously studied it. Maybe there's a secret way in.
“Dammit, I wish my dad was still…” Matt choked on his words. “Still here.”
"Oh…" She didn't want to make him feel worse. "So was he like an astronaut?" She asked curiously
Camie was stuck in the middle of the group, right beside the teacher. She didn't mind, Mrs. Shultz had always been a favorite of her's. She was paying attention to the tour guide, but now as much as a girl in the front, who was scribbling pages of notes already. She had read a book on space just last week to prepare for the trip.
"Who can tell me the name of the first NASA spacecraft to land on the moon?" The tour guide asked. Camie raised her hand. The tour guide, looking thankful, pointed to her.
"Apollo 11," she answered correctly.
"Yes, exactly," the tour guide said and began to go into the evolution of spacecraft to make the Apollo 11 mission successful. Camie saw the girl write "Apollo 11" in big letters on her notebook and circle it.
"Oh…" She didn't want to make him feel worse. "So was he like an astronaut?" She asked curiously
“Sorta. He explored the, uh… he did the oceans.”
Camie heard someone behind her talk about oceans and she turned around. "What are you guys talking about?" she asked. She loved learning about the oceans!
"Oh thats cool." She complimented before returning her attention back to the door. The tour guide had stopped to talk about something called Apollo 13 or something. "We need a distraction." She whispered.
“Uh, my dad… my dad was a… he was an ocean explorer, I guess.”
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Tod sighs again when the guide stops to jabber on. Really, he should be listening, but the stark gray and whiteness of the building seems to scrape his mind of any ability to pay attention. 'Face it, Tod.' He tells himself for the thousandth time since starting junior high. 'You're not graduating.'
A girl had interrupted them from behind. "Ummm oceans and stuff." She lied quickly. She's the teacher's pet, can't have her telling anyone.
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Tod looks over his shoulder and spots the sources of the quiet voices. Clearly he's not the only one not interested in the tour.
“Yeah, oceans,” Matt said quickly.
"Oh wait Matt I forgot something over there." She pointed to a specimen. "Can you come over and help me get it?" She thought quickly. It was a quick cover up.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Matt said.
(is this open to join still?)
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Tod narrows his eyes at the faint lie in the girl's voice. He wracks his brain for her and the boy's names….Matt and….Sophie? No, Matt and Zoe. He feels a little sorry for the girl they just shrugged off, but he's more distracted by the fact that Matt and Zoe have left the group.
(is this open to join still?)
( Yep, come on in!)
Once they got t the specimen, she whispered. " I know how we can get in, but we need a distraction.Any Ideas?" She asked softly, not wanting the guards to hear.
“Nope.”
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Tod watches them whispering, hoping he's not obvious…wait, what is he thinking…duh, he's obvious. He turns from them to face the guide again. The guide has gone down a rabbit trail, somehow having gotten into talking about Stephen Armstrong.
She racked her brain for some ideas. "Maybe we can get that girl to do something." SHe felt bad for suggesting it, but it was how bad she wanted to see what was behind the door.
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Tod cringes, realizing that the field trip is going to spill over into overtime. He comforts himself with the fact that he doesn't have to go anywhere besides home after this.
(okay sweet. thank you)
Name: Kaiser "Kai" Fallowfield
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Sexuality: Questioning
Appearance: short curly brown hair in an undercut, tan skin, light brown eyes, somewhat bad acne, 5'10" but looks like a pole, skinny but muscular
Clothing: torn-up sneakers, jeans with a leather belt, dark blue bro tank with the Nike logo on the side, black hoodie
Personality: seems pretty chill and humorous, kind/compassionate, will beat someone to a pulp if he loses his temper, relaxed/lazy, extremely intelligent but doesn't want to apply himself or be the "smart one", hyper when within a group of friends and will try to impress and show off for people he likes, caring, comes off as kinda innocent instead of ignorant, slightly depressed/suicidal
Background: He doesn't like talking about his past. Ever.
Other: Anger management issues are very strong with this one. Usually addresses people informally as he uses a butt-ton of slang words. Can get away with lying and hornswoggling most of the time unless someone really knows him. Likes to exercise a lot, daily even, and if he doesn't/can't exercise he gets a little pissy/pouty and distracts himself by playing video games or sleeping.
She racked her brain for some ideas. "Maybe we can get that girl to do something." SHe felt bad for suggesting it, but it was how bad she wanted to see what was behind the door.
“Yeah, might work,” Matt nodded.
Camie watched the pair go off to examine something else. She felt a little sad, but she turned to focus on the guide's speech that was just ending. "If Apollo 11 was name of the first spacecraft to land on the moon, what was the name of the first American rocket in space?" He was already looking at Camie and she knew the answer, so she raised her hand. "Jupiter C," she answered. Mrs. Shultz smiled at her and Camie blushed, not wanted to be the center of attention for too long.
"The only problem is how to convince her." She mumbled.
(hey what did I miss?)
(@Nerd_Girl2.0 and @TurtleOfFreedom are trying to get my character to create a distraction (unwillingly, may I add) so that they can go see what is hidden behind a private, guarded door.)
