The Normal Club (RP)

[Oblivion 22 162]

Looking back at the boy behind him, David instantly backed away as if the opposing student were a rare breed of insect, startling him out of his seat as he let out a yell. "(W-W-What the hell is with this guy?!)" Looking around desperately for some kind of escape route, David's face was filled with dread as students had already sat on both ends of the row. "(I can't get out... I'm going to die on the first day... Just calm down David, okay? Calm down... Wait... Did he say my hair wasn't normal?)" David almost completely froze and looked up at his hair through his glasses. Grasping a lock of his purple hair, the freshmen found nothing wrong and came to a certain conclusion. "(He's making fun of me...)" Keeping his gaze low, David sat back in his chair. His face glowed a bright shade of scarlet from his embarrassment. Just barely making his voice audible to the boy sat behind him, David spoke in an utterly depressing and negative tone. "P-Please... Don't make fun of me..." David then leant forward and put his head in his lap, believing that he was being bullied on his first day of school, and by an upperclassmen no-less. "(Why me? I'm... Not weird... I'm normal... Really... Aren't I?)"

 

~Meanwhile~

 

Behind the stage, a few dozen students were lined up in a row as the Principal of Chisei Academy began informing them of their roles during the opening ceremony. "Now, I'm sure all of you have had a wonderful summer, but I'm afraid it's time to get back to work. As the President's for each of the clubs available on campus, I expect you all to do your part in installing a good impression onto the next generation of students. I am trusting all of you to handle this ceremony with care. Do I make myself clear... Charles?" At the end of the line, Chase was blowing a piece of bubble gum while listening to music through some headphones, not paying attention to a word that was being said to the group of representatives. "Mr Cross!" Chase looked over calmly and took off his head phones nonchalantly. "Yes Sir?" "Did you hear what I just said?" Chase's facial expression was blank for a few seconds before he attempted to cover up a snigger. "Something funny Mr Cross?" "I was just thinking how nothing important comes out of your mouth, so I decided on not listening." The other students were bewildered at Chase's complete lack of respect for authority, thinking that he must have some kind of death wish against the teacher. The Principal however was surprisingly calm in comparison to the students. "You just make sure you do your job as a Club President, understand?" "Well if you put it that way... Then you have my word~" "Charles, if you try anything during this ceremony, there will be severe consequences." Chase smirked and took a seat in anticipation for his "debut". "You guys need to remember already... My name is Chase."

Edited April 20, 2015 by Oblivion 22

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

Alistair's response caused Genevieve to cross her arms and scowl.  "Well, excuse moi for starting a pleasant conversation with vous.  I was not being sarcastic by even a fraction!  Monsieur Poe is my favorite poet, merci, and I have liked his writing from the time I was a sproutlet.  Nevermore is sensational."  She studied the youth tentatively.  His expression softened, and it seemed he truly did not mean to be offensive.  Why his sudden rudeness, however, was beyond her.  Was it because of her accent?  Her mannerisms?  Did he already dislike her?  A shadow crossed Genevieve's face as she turned around, trying with all her might to ignore Alistair now.  Similar things always happened when she tried to make friends, yet she had been hopeful.  Alistair seemed different than the rest.  Quiet, observant, and, surprisingly, reminded her a bit of herself.

 

The redhead's mind was spinning as she faced the stage before her.  The opening ceremony would begin momentarily.  She partly wondered if they would put on any form of performance, or perhaps ask the students to come up for introductions.  She tried to think of anything that would get her mind of her failed attempts at making any friends, and the majority of her failures in general.

[theswordinthethrone 7]

Alistair's expression turned solemn, sad even. The first day and I've already upset somebody, he thought, what on Earth is wrong with me? No, no...I'm sure I'm better off without 'friends', but, oh... He closed the book on his lap before putting his head in his hands and sighing heavily. He tightened his hands into a fist so hard that his hands started to go red and shake. No, you're surrounded by people, now's not the time to embarrass yourself so utterly. Alistair's thought rang true and resonated in his head, calming him slightly. Sitting back up straight, he wiped a line of sweat from his brow and brought out a bottle of water from his backpack, sipping at it slowly, taking little breaths until he was fully calm. He glanced to the side, hoping to spy a glimpse of Genevieve. The French girl had sparked some sort of curiosity in him, and he definitely felt bad for snapping at a fellow poet. It must be hard... being a foreign girl in a foreign land. Catching Genevieve momentarily, it became abundantly clear that she was trying her best to outright ignore him. Alistair slunk back into his depressive state, but quickly withdrew a pen and notepad from his bag; he began writing something on the page. When will this ceremony start? He questioned.

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

Royce continued to stare at the girl,dumbfounded then,finally,snapped out of it, shaking his head really quick about a couple of times then focused. "Sorry, spaced out. But,if you don't know where to get one than you should be looking too, let's look together what do you say." Royce really wanted to,get to,know this girl more. "C'mon, you need a dorm don't you?" Then Royce thought of something to say but lacked the balls to be so degrading to women. (You can stay in my dorm.) He then began to turn red in the face with,the thought but,tried covering,it up with a goofy grin. "Aren't I right?" He said placing his hand on the back of his head.

"I'm telling you what we do need." Ciel started, seeing people starting to walk towards the auditorium. "We need to get to the Ceremony!" She yelled, grabbing Royce's hand.She started taking off, running through the halls probably wasn't the best thing to do in a new school, but they were gonna be late! They arrived rather quickly, and Ciel sat Royce down.She caught her breath before looking at him seriously."We've never exchanged names....I'm Ciel. Ciel Grey. It's a French name, and I'm originally from there actually." She said smiling.

[SkyReaper 27]

As Royce was dragged to the auditorium for the orientation ceremony he felt slightly happy he wasn't just simply ignored by this girl like he usually was. When they finally reached the seats and Ceil introduced herself Royce smiled. "I'm Royce Allen but please call me Roy." Royce felt awfully pleasant making a New friend so soon. "I actually grew up in America but when I was 12 we moved to Irland, my patents thought it would be good for me to get familiar with my lineage." Royce was really enjoying this. Students began to flood in more and more, filling the auditorium.

[Saber Lily 1,543]

(Hey, I apologize, alright? I was in rush at the time and wanted to get something done.)

 

Aimi

 

"Of course!" She exclaimed, "How could we be partners but not friends? That doesn't make any sense!"

It seemed her logic was a bit screwed, seeing as being partners but not friends didn't make sense, but being a fairy princess made total and complete sense to her. She was glad enough for Sora's hand, and grinned from ear-to-ear as she ran towards the Academy.

"Come on, partner! Everyone's leaving without us! We won't get good seats if we stand around! As a princess, I call the best seat!"

 

Sora was dragged along, nearly falling...but she raised her free hand to wipe away some moisture in her eyes. Did people who so readily accepted her without pause really exist?

Or was this some cruel prank, that she'd soon face?

 

No...no, it couldn't be...no mean person would be so whimsical, so flippant...and keep maintaining that she was some fairy princess. And...calling the best seat, when no one probably would hear, much less pay attention to her?

What had Sora gotten herself into....

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

The beads on Genevieve's bracelet dug into her wrist as she fidgeted with it.  How long had she been waiting for the ceremony to start? It seemed like a while.  The hall was practically filled; she couldn't imagine there being many more students than this.  She tucked back a lock of red hair behind her ear calmly, wishing to steal a glance at Alistair without him noticing.  He seemed distraught, that much she could tell.  "Maybe he wasn't mad at moi.  Maybe his problem iz with this school."  She shook her head.  No, it had to have been her, and yet . . . . 

 

Genevieve leaned across the arm of the seat, finally looking at Alistair straight on.  "Is vous a writer?" she asked, her tone cautious.  "What does your mind fantasize?  Or do you write of réalité?"  He seemed lonely, solemn even.  It was rare that Genevieve even wondered what ran through one's mind, yet she found herself wondering, no, wishing, that she could know.

Edited April 21, 2015 by Mystics Apprentice

[theswordinthethrone 7]

Alistair was, once again, startled by Genevieve's sudden words. Looking left, right, then back at Genevieve, Alistair confirmed that she was in fact talking to him. It had been such a long time since he last had friends that he was unsure of how to approach her with a conversational tone. Scratching the back of his head and sighing, he sat up straight and tried to look her in the eyes. Just put one word after the other... he reassured himself. "I've, um... I've written lots of pieces over the years. You see, I had a lot of time on my hands." Okay, keep going, Alistair almost felt as though he should pat himself on the back for getting this far. "I write a great variety of things, I have written political pieces, articles, as well as fantasy... I am a great fan of fantasy writings, particularly Tolkien. Of course, I needn't tell you that I am a lover of poetry also. Sadly, having tried my hand at it many times, I can say I'm not as good a poet as I am an author."

 

Then, Alistair stumbled in his conversational skills. He couldn't find any more to say about himself, and although the conversation was making his skin crawl from nervousness, he felt that he needed to inquire of Genevieve's own fancies, hobbies, etc... maybe inquiring about her heritage would be a good place to start? "Excuse me for stating the obvious," he began, "but, I notice that you're French? My sister, Scarlett, she's a great master of the French language... she tried to teach me once, but, I'm not very good with languages outside of English." Alistair scratched his head again. "Je ne parlais pas le Francais," he said, chuckling lightly. "It must be hard for you, with, what... not fitting in? Believe me, I know that feeling."

Edited April 21, 2015 by theswordinthethrone

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

Sora was dragged along, nearly falling...but she raised her free hand to wipe away some moisture in her eyes. Did people who so readily accepted her without pause really exist?

Or was this some cruel prank, that she'd soon face?

 

No...no, it couldn't be...no mean person would be so whimsical, so flippant...and keep maintaining that she was some fairy princess. And...calling the best seat, when no one probably would hear, much less pay attention to her?

What had Sora gotten herself into....

 

Aimi

 

"Well~" Aimi exclaimed, taking them right to what she perceived to be the best seat in the house. Right smack dab in the middle. Not too low, and not too high to lose track of what's happening. A decent spot, if she could say so herself.

"How's this, partner?" Aimi asked, grinning brightly. Apparently choosing such spots was one of her many talents; at least, she acted as if it was that way. She seemed to pause, before growing slightly more silent.

"How did you get in?" She asked Sora, surprisingly seriously for how excitable she had been barely seconds prior.

[Saber Lily 1,543]

Aimi

 

"Well~" Aimi exclaimed, taking them right to what she perceived to be the best seat in the house. Right smack dab in the middle. Not too low, and not too high to lose track of what's happening. A decent spot, if she could say so herself.

"How's this, partner?" Aimi asked, grinning brightly. Apparently choosing such spots was one of her many talents; at least, she acted as if it was that way. She seemed to pause, before growing slightly more silent.

"How did you get in?" She asked Sora, surprisingly seriously for how excitable she had been barely seconds prior.

Sora froze. She looked quite terrified.

"I...I worked hard...I worked really hard for mother...and I did it. Chisel accepted me...s...so...I drove up and now I'm here...it was all hard work...n...no talent...just putting everything I had into schoolwork." she tightened her grip nervously. The abrupt change in Aimi's personality did in fact scare her. She was easily scared. "...I'm nothing special...I'm not a fairy princess...I'm just a girl that works so hard, to get so far."

 

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Then the side door crashed open, and a poor boy sprinted in, followed by an upperclassman. Blonde hair in a designer bun and all fancy, school uniform immaculate...she wielded a massive baguette. She expertly stabbed him with her breaded doom, then broke it over his head. Leaving him in the remains of the unfortunate baguette, she stepped over him and marched to a front row seat. her anger though, was unsated, leaving others to give her a wide, wide berth.

Alexis Cross, no relation to Chase, had arrived.

[Arya Stark 1,337]

A sudden body was pressed against Lucas. "Hey!" A bright voice exclaimed from next to him. Analisa's smiling face was a gift to him when he looked towards the disturbance. "How are you? How was your break? Oh, maybe you don't remember me. I was in your... math class last year, that's right. Or was it english? Oh, it doesn't matter, what does is that we're both back!" The sweet girl said to her, well, her acquaintance Lucas. They hadn't talked much at all the year before, but Analisa was a people person. Any little thing she picked up on about a potential friend (and everybody is a potential friend) she remembered. Sure, she forgot everything else, but that wasn't the point. "You were into art right?"

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

Genevieve's eyes grew wide.  The boy was talking freely with her now.  Perhaps her prior assumptions were all wrong after all.  She nodded, an air of solemness sweeping over her.  "Oui, you would be correct.  Everyone here makes fun of moi, and"--her voice faltered, as did her gaze which fell to the floor--"I do not really seem to keep zat many friends."

 

The redhead shook her head, liveliness seeming to seize hold of her again briefly.  "It is a shame that vous is familiar with such rejet.  It is unpleasant, non?  Just when vous want to communiquer, want to befriend, people hurt you in ze worst of fashions.  It is but a game for them.  I am very sorry that they have treated Monsieur, eh"--she hesitated, tilting her head--"pardon moi, but I did not get your name.  Je m'appelle Genevieve.  Genevieve Soleil."

 

Suddenly a door flung open and entered two students, one clearly older than the other.  Much to the younger one's dismay, he had been clobbered by the older student with a baguette.  At the site Genevieve crossed her arms and let out a tsk, watching with distaste as the upperclassman found herself a seat in the front row.  "Zut, what arrogance!" she couldn't help but murmur aloud, hopefully undetected by Alexis's ears.

[theswordinthethrone 7]

Alistair cocked his head to one side, eyeing Genevieve up and down. Genevieve, huh? He was sad to have his theory confirmed, that Genevieve faced almost certain rejection merely due to the limitations of her own language. He still wasn’t entirely sure why she was being so nice to him, or indeed, why he was being so nice to her. Alistair may not sympathise with a lot of people, but he recognised a kindred spirit, and nobody deserved to be out-casted the way he was. “Alistair Lyons…” he paused, “is my name. English, but with some French somewhere down the line.” Alistair tilted his head back to a normal position and for the first time in a while attempted to smile.

 

When the duo burst into the Hall, Alistair sighed audibly. Even this place isn’t free of idiots. “What menace bludgeons another with a baguette – a baguette of all things?” He leaned back in his chair with his arms folded. “It’s times like these… I really doubt the human race.”

[Oblivion 22 162]

“Settle down students, settle down!” Walking out onto the stage was the Principal of Chisei Academy, causing the audience to be reduced to silence. The Principal was a man of at least 50 years of age with a full lock of grey hair, dressed in a formal brown suit with an atmosphere of excellence surrounding him. “Children, I welcome you all to another year at this brilliant school. Over the course of the next year, I am sure you will all be working at your utmost best to remain at this Academy and bring out your full potential in your academic studies. Now, I am sure you are all aware, but Chisei Academy works on a three-strike rule where if your grades dip lower than 90%, then you will be escorted home and be classed as a dropout from the Academy. However, I am sure that a grand majority of you will be successful in your stay here at this academy.” The Principal took a few steps to the side and began welcoming students up onto the stage one by one. “We will now be welcoming this year’s Club Presidents so that they may promote their clubs and hopefully attract the attention of all those who are interested.” The Principal then remained quiet as one by one; students came up on stage and began “selling” their clubs to the audience.

 

After tens of minutes had passed, the opening ceremony had almost reached its’ end, waiting only for a single club to make its debut. Almost a little worried, the Principal began edging closer to the end of the stage. “Now, we have one more Club President to introduce. Please welcome Charles Cerberus Cross of The Normal Club.” Retreating from the stage in case of one of Chase’s pranks, the Principal left the audience to wonder about this last President. Walking out onto the stage slowly with his hands in his pockets was the blonde haired Club President, Charles Cerberus Cross. Stopping in the middle of the stage, the young teen observed his daunting audience as they stared him down with gazes of curiosity and anticipation. Keeping a straight face, Chase took his left hand out of his pocket and held up a fog horn in front of him, triggering the loud and distasteful sound of the horn that caused everyone to cover their ears. After a few seconds, Chase ceased blowing the horn and simply tossed it behind him. It was then that Chase began speaking, a smile creeping across his face. “Now that I have your attention, I’m going to let you all in on a secret… You’re all idiots, yep, every last one of you. You want to know why? It’s because you’re not me.” Walking back and forth along the stage, Chase began to express himself confidently with his hands. “Now, I’m sure a lot of you are confused and don’t quite know what I mean, but trust me, you’ll figure it out eventually. So, if you want to join my club, then you’ll have to fulfil a certain requirement.” Taking centre stage, the young teen planted his feet firmly into the ground and faced the crowd, pointing his finger at all of them. “I only want the lamest, dumbest, idiotic, losers to have ever walked this campus! Truly popular students have no place in my club. If you feel like you have no place left to turn to, no friends to call your own, then you will always be welcome at The Normal Club!!” Chase smirked to himself, his confidence radiating throughout the entire hall while all who watched could only think of how crazy he was. The blonde President then crossed his arms and closed his eyes, feeling nothing wavering within himself. “Now, when you imbeciles do join my Club, and you will join my club, there will be a few rules that you will need to abide by. Rule Number 1, I will be referred to as President, Club President or Supreme-Overlord-of-The-Universe. Rule Number 2, you will all look up to me as if you’re very lives are indebted to me and my god-like presence. Rule Number 3…” However, before Chase could get himself to the next rule, he found himself being escorted off the stage. “Hey! What the hell are you idiots doing?! I still have 50 more rules to get through! I have to lead my people! They need me! I’ll come back to you my subjects!! Join The Normal Club!!” And with that, Chase was escorted off the stage by two members of staff, much to the embarrassment of a certain Vice President. Walking back on stage, the Principal arrived centre stage to conclude the opening ceremony. “Well, I am sure you all found that last entry to be quite… eventful. Regardless, this concludes the ending ceremony for Chisei Academy. I hope you all have a good year here and don’t become like… that guy. Good luck!” Right at that moment, confetti exploded all around the Principal, completely covering him and the students sat near the front. From a cat walk above the stage, Chase was shouting down at everyone with a megaphone, a five-mile smirk emblazoned across his face. “Hey you idiots! What the hell are you all waiting for?! Let’s go and change the world!!” Chase dropped the megaphone to one side and then pulled a lever, releasing a horde of papers upon the audience with a new note. Rushing out of the hall to avoid being taken away again, Chase could not stop himself from grinning to himself. “This is how it begins! This is the path I’ve decided to take and I can’t wait to get started!” All of a sudden, Chase began laughing as the voice of a “beast” raged from inside the hall. “CROSS!!!!!”

 

David who was watching the whole show from the audience was completely awe struck. How could such an idiot possibly exist in a school for the elite? It defied all the logic in the world. However, that was a side note at the moment. David’s primal focus was on the notes falling from the sky. Reaching up and taking a note out of the sky, David read it aloud to himself.

 

“Dear idiots,

I see that you’ve all made it to round 2. This is where things get really interesting. Everything I said during the opening ceremony is true whether you believe me or not. You can’t attain your true potential and you can’t keep going through life the way you’ve been doing it so far. Without me, you’ll fail. So, that’s why I want you all to join me. Together, we can bring out the best in each other and conquer this fate no matter the odds. So, meet me in Class 2-D after lessons have finished. Welcome to the Normal Club you dumbasses.

 

Yours Sincerely, Mr President.

 

P.S. My name is Chase you goddamn Principal!!”

 

David’s gaze was almost blank, literally having no idea what to think of what he had just read in comparison to what he had witnessed only minutes ago. “(This school… No, this guy… It’s too much... Who does he think he’ll fool with this? This is ludicrous!! Then again… Maybe this is something that could help me get over my shyness. Being around a guy like this will surely give me some sort of confidence boost, right?)” Unknowingly, David had just decided on something that he would surely regret for the rest of his school year. “(Please… Don’t be too annoying.)”

Edited April 23, 2015 by Oblivion 22

[SkyReaper 27]

As the club presidents introduced there clubs, Royce found several appealing. Then the last one, as Chase Cross began to call the entire school of advanced students a bunch of idiots that will become dependant apon him Royce felt slightly insulted. "Can you believe this guy?" Royce whispered to Ciel during Cross's speech. Then cross was beginning to be dragged off stage and excepted out of the room and a bunch of notes fell from the sky. Royce then began to think to himself, 'I actually don't know if I'll like the guy or hate him.'

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

Aimi

 

Aimi was more or less enthralled with the different presidents, although she was disappointed in the lack of any magic-themed clubs. That was an issue she would be sure to fix right away. She glanced at her partner and smiled at her. It was quite easy to tell what she would say next...

"We'll need to make a club!" She exclaimed, "Just for us--to find the truest place; where all the fairies are! That way we can gather all the ones who have the same goal as us!"

 

Lucas

 

Lucas turned to face the girl, the one who apparently seemed to know him. Cogs in his brain churned and worked effortlessly to place a name to this face. He blinked, and turned back to his drawings.

"It was math class." Lucas told her, "We barely spoke to each other."

He didn't recall when they had spoken, but he was sure that they had done so. With the presidents before him, his stomach twisted with Cross' rousing speech. The Normal Club....? What was this kid playing at?

[Saber Lily 1,543]

Aimi

 

Aimi was more or less enthralled with the different presidents, although she was disappointed in the lack of any magic-themed clubs. That was an issue she would be sure to fix right away. She glanced at her partner and smiled at her. It was quite easy to tell what she would say next...

"We'll need to make a club!" She exclaimed, "Just for us--to find the truest place; where all the fairies are! That way we can gather all the ones who have the same goal as us!"

 

Sora was...she was utterly confused. She just sat down and listened....then looked to Aimi.

First the...the really mean person...then Aimi saying they'd make a club...

"...I'm not club material...I...I don't have time for clubs Aimi...I...I'm sorry..."

She was doomed.

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

Surprise kindled in Genevieve's eyes upon Alistair's smile.  He had seemed so serious and withdrawn before, and now he was clearly showing an effort to make friends with her.  Perhaps such a friendship would not be wasted, she thought.  She returned the smile widely and nodded, extending her hand to shake his.  "Tis a pleasure, Monsieur Alistair." She wanted to continue on, perhaps by asking him why he was rejected and what he meant by his words, but the opportunity was stolen from her when the principal walked onto the stage.

 

Truthfully Genevieve grew bored of the club introductions halfway through, so much so that she eventually pulled out a pad of crossword puzzles and began filling it in.  None of them interested her, and she already knew that she wouldn't be joining any club anyway.  It wasn't as if she would've fit in with one.  It wasn't until a sharp, arrogant voice filled the stage and said, " . . .You’re all idiots, yep, every last one of you. You want to know why? It’s because you’re not me" that drew her attention.  Genevieve's scarlet eyes lifted onto the stage, staring at a blond boy dressed sloppier than she'd ever seen at this school.  Eventually he was kicked off the stage, and Genevieve coudn't help but laugh to herself.  "Ze idiot is moi?  I think not!  I'm not the one making fun of everyone in ze hall like a fool."  She certainly had no interest in his club, and yet she was curious to know what he had meant.  He seemed so certain that everyone would fail without him, and a part of her wondered if he knew something that the school didn't.  Was there a secret, a conspiracy?  Or was he just a total loon?

 

Genevieve shifted to eye Alistair.  She wanted to ask her new friend, but didn't know how to properly address it.  Eventually she tilted her head and asked, "So, what does vous think of all ze club les options?  Does any appel?"

[theswordinthethrone 7]

Alistair heard Genevieve's words but his head was in his hands, he simply had no inkling of how to even begin with his reaction, let alone his explanation. I knew Chase was crazy... but this... I didn't sign up for this. He looked to Genevieve, then back at the floor, then up to the stage where Chase was dragged away, and finally back at Genevieve. He was completely dumbfounded and he blushed red from the embarrassment. After such a display, he was clearly petrified of the thought of Genevieve, or just about everyone else in the Hall for that matter, thinking ill of him too. He should have ran up there and tackled Chase while he had the chance, letting him do the presentation alone was a stupid decision to begin with. Alistair just put his head back in his hands. "That idiot!" Alistair snapped. He sighed and looked over at Genevieve solemnly. "You don't understand... I'm... I'm the vice president of that club." He cringed and awaited her impending judgement, she'd probably want nothing to do with him now - or at least that was his line of thinking, and it showed in his concerned expression.

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

Ciel almost just completely lost it. This guy was more far worse of a narcissist. Really bad. She didn't say a single word as Chase spoke. It just pulled her strings.

This guy was bluntly calling everyone in this school idiots. HOW DID THEY EVEN GET IN THE SCHOOL IF THEY ARE IDIOTS?!

After Chase left, Ciel simply sighed, reading the paper silently.

She was going to end up kicking this guy's ass.

"An idiot narcissist is what he is. Way worse than me! Why don't people look at my smarts and notice how wonderful I am. I am obviously not an idiot." Her overly-self-confident side was coming out some.

"We are joining this club Roy. Because I need to let him know that I am not an idiot and that I am better then he is." She snapped.

This would be the Rivalry between Ciel Grey and Charles Cross.

[SkyReaper 27]

Royce lowered the paper and stared at Ceil. "I wouldn't think I would have ever heard you say that Ceil. Even though I just meet you." He began to reread the paper the looked back at her. "Sounds good to me!" He smiled then crumbled the paper and,threw it,behind him. "I would hate to be the janitor today." he laughed a little then looked,back forward, wondering if they would be dismissed soon.

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

Genevieve cocked an eyebrow at Alistair.  "And I thought vous had no friends, non?  Were you so desperate to fit in that you joined zis imbécile?  It will not make you popular or liked, much less by moi"--the redhead shook her head--"and yet I understand, even if it is absurd.  Who would not leap at ze opportunity to become vice président?"

 

Of course Genevieve was still a little irked by it.  Who wouldn't be?  The guy on the stage was a total loon, and she didn't understand how anyone's sense of judgment could've been flawed enough to join him from the start.  Was Alistair secretly this way?  She didn't think so, or at least not upon first meeting him.  But, then again, Genevieve's judgment wasn't necessarily the greatest, either, and perhaps she allowed herself to be fooled by Alistair's similarities to her.

 

She stole a glance at him.  The boy still had his face in his hands.  If it were false shame, he was certainly good at putting on this facade.  Eventually she shifted her weight so that her body faced him in her seat.  "So, tell moi this, Monsier Vice President: what was he trying to say?  What does he mean zat we will not succeed without his aide?"

[theswordinthethrone 7]

Alistair glanced sideways at Genevieve, still quite saddened by the whole affair. "Charles- er, or Chase I suppose... Chase isn't my friend. He's... an acquaintance. I knew him last year, if briefly, from a class or two." He scratched his head, unsure of how to continue. Does he really know something that nobody else does? Maybe... no, I'm sure he does. He looked up for a moment at the stage where Chase had been dragged away. That's what he knows, he thought.

 

Alistair turned fully to Genevieve, determined to explain both himself and the idea of the club. "This school devours people whole. If you don't fit in, you don't have the support, you don't have a lifeline. Last year was an uphill battle for me. There was no help there when I needed it, no comfort, no nothing... even the Academy's own support is awful. The counselors don't want to hear it, and the psychiatrist just wants to give you drugs." Alistair was clearly upset at this point, a small tear was forming in one of his eyes and it took a lot for him to blink it away. "By the end of the year, I was finished. But Charles came to me, he had a solution. What if..." Alistair choked and wasn't sure if he could eloquently explain the idea. It was such a stupid idea when he said it out loud, but he had faith in it anyway. "What if there was a club for people like us? People who couldn't fit in? Where we could come together and... well... fit in?" He looked down and sighed. "Charles wanted me to help create that vision. I only knew him vaguely, but he's been through a lot. Nothing that I could tell you, but he's a good person on the inside. One of the few. He has his own problems, but he only wants to help people."

 

Looking back up at Genevieve, he swallowed hard and extended his hand. "Regardless of what you think when it comes to Chase, or the Normal Club... I would be honoured if you would be my-" Alistair truly choked and turned red. Why am I saying all of this? To someone who until a few moments ago, was a complete stranger? Has Chase infected me with his spirit? Curse him. Alistair went quiet and looked at the floor, mumbling the rest of his sentence so that it was barely audible. "... My friend."

[Arya Stark 1,337]

"Barely spoke is still spoke, right?" Analisa said, refusing to be refused. Then came Chase's speech. She could not help but smile. Well... that was certainly interesting. She reached out and grabbed one the papers. The words written on it were even more interesting. She thought back to all the extracurriculars she had been a part of last year. She could do them again, hang out with the same people, have the same kind of fun. Or, she could have some new spicier experiences... Analisa did not think long about her decision. The upbeat girl turned to Lucas again. "Are you going to join? The Normal Club I mean." She asked him.

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

Aimi

 

"Don't worry!" Aimi told her new-found friend, "I'm sure you and I can do it together!~ We'll do it--we better than this Normal Club! We'll make the best club ever!" Aimi held a massive, bright smile, as she grabbed both of Sora's hands and shake them vigorously, "Just believe in me, partner! I'll make sure it goes off without a hitch!

It was clear Aimi had both endless enthusiasm and energy. When she set her mind on something, she aimed to get it done--no matter the difficulty! Perhaps this was why she was so insistent on her true goal..

 

Lucas

 

"Maybe," He admitted to her, "Are you?"

He was a bit curious if she was or not. She was the first person to speak to him this year, and one of the few to bother making any contact at all with him. He was surprised, confused, but yet also intrigued by this. If she was going to do something, he might as well as tag along with her.

"If you're going to...I...uhm, I might think about it. Nice to know someone before hand...right..?" He asked, clearly awkwardly, especially since they barely knew one another to begin with. 

Edited April 29, 2015 by Leone