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Post by Mary Jane Watson on Feb 11, 2013 1:24:30 GMT -5
(January 22nd, school time, just before lunch. Open to all Midtown High students)
Somehow, she was beginning to doubt the drama classes sincerity. Her first day of school hadn't been so bad. Being new was no longer scary for MJ, so she had little trouble reaching out to people, being social. Still, as time had rolled around for drama, there had been a notable disapproval in the air.
Be it the clothes or the perkiness, MJ was clearly not of the social structure that included the drama students. Now wander the halls dressed in a white dress with hastily slapped on white powder, MJ was trying and failing to find the art class 'Just down the hall, take two lefts and it'll be there.'
She was supposedly a ghost bride from some skit, and her group sent her to find paper to make a quick set, but after peeking in the windows of a few classes and having people laugh, she'd completely given up hope and was just trying to find her way back as quickly as possible. Arms around her sides trying not to show her humiliation, MJ was speed walking towards a corner, utterly absorbed in how she could wash the powder out of her burning orange hair before lunch.
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Post by Gwen Stacy on Feb 11, 2013 1:32:05 GMT -5
Gwen had a binder, with a few papers stacked on top, lowered with her head tilted downward as she read them. She was walking a little above average, as she headed towards the corner, not watching where she was going. She wasn't too badly pressed for time, but still. Getting to the lab to print off some papers to add to her stack was a priority she wanted to get out of the way before her next class.
So naturally, she was horrified when rounding the corner, and making direct contact with someone else. it was all a bit confusing, the white dress lost in her research that was fluttering to the ground. Mostly biology and a few things pertaining to OsCorp, but her attention was grasped by the powder clouds that were now rising.
Gwen wore a look of confusion met with disbelief, her nose scrunched with wide eyes as she stared back at the red hair.
"I'm- sorry---" she began slowly, but was too distracted, and instead shook her head, blond bangs scattering across her visage. "Oh my god. What are you... wearing?" she re-started, apparently unable to come up with anything quite logical enough for what was happening here. It wasn't meant to be rude, her tone was more bewildered than anything.
She seemed to regain some of her senses, muttering a quit "Sorry." with raised eyebrows, biting her lip as she leaned down and began gathering some of the papers.
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Post by Mary Jane Watson on Feb 11, 2013 1:45:54 GMT -5
Horror. Dismay. I-don't-normally-lurk-in-wedding-dresses impulse.
Instead she smiled, laughing all but uncontrollably. "Drama - I'm playing the lead of our skit - corpse bride." She did a quick flourish, tossing an arm above her head and placing the other on her hip as the powder began to settle on her again. Then, realizing she'd plowed down the girl's work, MJ hurried to kneel down, scooping up papers. "Don't be sorry, it was completely my fault. I was looking for the art room, got a little turned around so made a run for drama."
She held looked down at the papers in her hands, brows raising. "OsCorp - oh, career planning course or something?" Teenagers like them didn't mingle with big corporations. Not in MJ's limited glimpses of normal life.
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Post by Gwen Stacy on Feb 11, 2013 1:57:20 GMT -5
Gwen cleared her throat, as she and MJ had gathered the last of her papers, and stood up, straightening out her shoulders after give her skirt a quick brush. She also found a bit of the power had landed in her hair, so she gave that a quick run through, coughing lightly as she inhaled a cloud of it. She wasn't sure what the make of this girl. New? For sure. Gwen had never seen her around Midtown.
She blinked, when she mentioned OsCorp, her mouth opening, shaking her head as MJ finished her sentence.
"Oh... ahh, no not exactly." she explained, carefully retrieving the papers from the girls hands. There was some powder on it but Gwen wasn't bothered.
"I have a internship there..." she provided. For lack of wanting to explain Dr. Conners, she quickly changed the subject. "But um, if you're looking for the art room it's on the other end of the school... actually, so in the drama room..." she added, the bottom corner of her mouth tugging down in an awkward grimace.
"I didn't know the drama class was doing a... Corpse Bride play." she said carefully, her brow furrowed as she chewed on the inside of her bottom lip.
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Post by Mary Jane Watson on Feb 11, 2013 2:05:21 GMT -5
MJ stood, refusing to show the little part of her dying at the mention that art and drama were close to each other. Yep, part of that club she was not. She'd have to remember to loose the glittering smile and maybe invest in a hoodie for tomorrow.
"Well, it's not a play." She tucked some hair behind her ear, then coughed a little as well. "Just a practice skit - I guess there corpse was missing today." She tried to laugh, then realized how creepy that sounded. "The girl who plays it I mean. Uh, right, other end of the school?"
She looked beyond, trying to imagine getting to the other side of the school unseen and reputation undamaged. It was almost lunch, wasn't it? Time to ditch the costume in the nearest bathroom.
"Wow, you must be really smart then to be an intern." MJ tried to rebound the conversation away from her own awkward placement. "I think I've heard about OsCorp before... they're big in medicine right? Oh, I'm MJ." She threw out a pasty white hand. "I just moved here from Seattle."
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Post by Gwen Stacy on Feb 11, 2013 2:15:18 GMT -5
"Oh I didn't-" she started shaking her head, but instead let her lips pull back into a non-committed smile when she started explaining that it wasn't a play. She decided not to bring up the fact that she'd said the girl was missing. A little odd, maybe it was poor choice of words, or maybe it was just Gwen's mind being a little hyperactive after experiencing so much.. super hero stuff. It was a lot to take in.
Gwen cleared her throat, nodding, her brow still furrowed slightly as MJ rounded back to OsCorp.
"Yeah." she nodded, and decided not to get into the explanation of what OsCorp was. MJ didn't looked like the sort of girl who'd really care, so instead Gwen tucked her binder and papers under one arm, and extended the other. Gwen didn't comment on the smart comment, not wishing to gloat of her own intelligence.
"Gwen. Stacy." she added her last name on a second thought. "Seattle." Gwen repeated, "I thought you looked new. Um. I've got some time... I mean, it's almost lunch time you should probably... I mean by the time you get back.. it'll be... You might want to get that stuff off." her positive tone slowly spiraled as she tried to hint that if she didn't get out of costume, she was going to be eaten alive in the world known as highschool.
"There's a bathroom nearby." she summed up, in a voice that sounded more like an offer than a statement.
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Post by Mary Jane Watson on Feb 11, 2013 2:52:33 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Gwen." MJ said, pumping her arm vigoriously, tugging the comb held vale out of her hair when she let go, grimacing as some strands came with. The tattered thing smelt like it had been mauled by ravenous sewer rats - rodents of unusual size, for that matter. She held it in her hands, listening as the blonde spoke.
"Bathroom." She uttered the word like a reverent prayer. "Bathroom would be good. Mind helping me find it? I'm brutal with directions, and haven't been in a school this huge since... well, several ago."
An awkward chirping laugh, then she pressed on. "The people here seem really nice though, very... warm... kind."
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Post by Gwen Stacy on Feb 11, 2013 3:09:09 GMT -5
Gwen nodded, but seemed distracted by the dress and overly spreading amounts of powder, so returning the 'pleasure' at meeting a new acquaintance slipped. Especially when her armed was cranked in an enthusiastic hand-shake. She nodded again, when she asked for help finding the bathroom.
"Yeah, yeah definitely." she agreed, her eyes somewhat hollow, but she turned on her heel, and urged them in the other direction.
The people here seem really nice though, very... warm... kind.
"Do they?" Gwen muttered, her voice barely audible, but clearly a tone not up for conversation. Gwen was having a little bit of trouble connecting with people since her dad died. And with people like... well, say Peter, walking around... She wasn't feeling the love vibes.
When MJ slipped into step with her, Gwen cleared her throat, pressing her lips together and popping them before she spoke again.
"Just how many schools have you been to exactly?" Gwen asked, brow lowering in something close to an odd sense of concern, as they rounded a corner.
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Post by Harry Osborne on Mar 5, 2013 1:02:09 GMT -5
"Hey ladies." Harry slid up beside the girls giving a bright nod towards Gwen. Gwen he was familiar with, a former girlfriend of his best friend Peter. Harry still didn't see any reason for him to not hang out with her still or even just say hello. There was a pretty girl walking beside Gwen however that he was much more interested in saying hi to. A new girl, dressed like a ghostly bride. His eyebrows raised as he stuck his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. His backpack hung loosely over his shoulders. The hallways were scarce prior to lunch, which is the way he liked it. It was much easier to be social that way.
His head raised as he decided to finally comment on the new redhead. "Was there some sort of themed day that I missed out on?" He asked, "Like...Halloween in the middle of January?"
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Post by Mary Jane Watson on Mar 5, 2013 20:53:56 GMT -5
"A few." MJ responded to Gwen's question, giving another shrug and watching the powder spiral around her. Looking back, she realized she'd been leaving a trail. Just what did those drama kids think you did with makeup? "My dad... he's a professor, he went around a lot giving guest lectures." It was what she was used to telling people. "My mom, sister, and I are staying here now with my aunt. Mom used to want to be on Broadway, so..."
She drifted off as another joined their parade, smiling cheerfully as he spoke up, laughing lightly at his joke. That was what was polite, wasn't it? Besides, it was better to laugh off humiliation than to dwell on it.
Giving him a confused look MJ asked, "Well, I was going for a formal look for my first day. Did I lay it on a little thick?" Then letting out another light laugh she'd give a quick single wave. "MJ."
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Post by Gwen Stacy on Mar 5, 2013 21:09:16 GMT -5
Gwen looked to MJ as she explained her home life and her brows raised in interest. She couldn't quite place why MJ would have to exchange schools so constantly if her dad was a guest lecturing professor. Why didn't he just travel himself? Let his family stay in one spot? Not Gwen's business...
"Very funny Harry." Gwen nodded, and looked down. Her tone hadn't been in any ill sort of mood, but it was a passive smile she gave. Almost although she were still carrying to concept of 'looking' happy, but no longer gave it any interest.
And in any case, Harry made her feel slightly awkward. He was nice to her, yes. But she'd never quite been able to shake the fact that he was Peter's friend. Anything attached the Peter managed to make her pretty uncomfortable now, because it always accompanied the thought of him, in the back of her mind.
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