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[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[Having decided that the pep rally was overall generally loud and annoying, Conrad finally grew a pair and left halfway through, realizing he doesn't really give a shit about getting in trouble with the staff for not participating in a school sponsored event, because... really? What's the worst they can actually do to him?

As it is, he's still Conrad, which means deep down he's still a huge pussy. So he's sort of hanging out in the hallway near the gym. Sort of wavering on going back to his room, and going back inside while... still listening to all the events happening in there.

At least the loudness is muffled :(]

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[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Don't make her come back there and find you, you big girl B/]

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[Noooo, he just doesn't like these kind of events ;_; Let him have his piece.

Feel free to bother him after the pep rally though! I'm sure he'll still be right here, ffff]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Way to not make a decision either way, Conrad.

And she does wander through after it's over and...stops]

...Conrad?

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[pausing and looking over at her. It's so weird running into people when they're all young like this, and suddenly of different species. Just give him a few seconds before...]

Maladict?

[sworn]

[Some point between her cheer routine and the Glee club singing, Vereesa happens to see Conrad lingering in the hall. She'd know that nervous look anywhere. She jogs over to see him. And yes, she is wearing a cheer uniform.]

If the rest of us must participate, I don't see what makes you so special that you don't have to.

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[Hey Vereesa, don't mind him staring dumbly at you with a look of clear... unrecognition? That's not even a word, but the point is made either way.]

Sorry?

[sworn]

[She sighs, bringing her index fingers up and placing them beside her ears as if to represent the long, elven ears that are now missing.]

It's Vereesa, Conrad.

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[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[What?]

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[OH WOAH! WHAT?]

Y-you too?

[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

[hey, look who else snuck out in the middle! she's grimacing slightly as she rolls out into the hall]

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[noticing that.]

I know the feeling.

[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

[her eyes widen, and then she offers a sympathetic smile] You fled too, huh?

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

About ten minutes ago.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Don't make her come back there and find you, you big girl B/]

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[Noooo, he just doesn't like these kind of events ;_; Let him have his piece.

Feel free to bother him after the pep rally though! I'm sure he'll still be right here, ffff]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Way to not make a decision either way, Conrad.

And she does wander through after it's over and...stops]

...Conrad?

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[pausing and looking over at her. It's so weird running into people when they're all young like this, and suddenly of different species. Just give him a few seconds before...]

Maladict?

[sworn]

[Some point between her cheer routine and the Glee club singing, Vereesa happens to see Conrad lingering in the hall. She'd know that nervous look anywhere. She jogs over to see him. And yes, she is wearing a cheer uniform.]

If the rest of us must participate, I don't see what makes you so special that you don't have to.

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[Hey Vereesa, don't mind him staring dumbly at you with a look of clear... unrecognition? That's not even a word, but the point is made either way.]

Sorry?

[sworn]

[She sighs, bringing her index fingers up and placing them beside her ears as if to represent the long, elven ears that are now missing.]

It's Vereesa, Conrad.

1/2

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[What?]

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[OH WOAH! WHAT?]

Y-you too?

[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

[hey, look who else snuck out in the middle! she's grimacing slightly as she rolls out into the hall]

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[noticing that.]

I know the feeling.

[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

[her eyes widen, and then she offers a sympathetic smile] You fled too, huh?