We Walk The Plank On A Sinking Ship {Open}

[Brent Raven]

The cold fresh breeze, danced along the lawns, leaves being carried away, and giving flashes of color. The cold grey color of the lakes surface rippling against the winds power. It would be stupid to go swimming, it was much to cold. Forbidden Forest, the many leaves that collected themseleves on the trees, we're slowly falling or changing color to gold, red and brown. Fall was opon us.

A Mihael first year, walked across lawn, his hands inside his pockets of his dark blue hoodie. Brent Raven stopped in the center of the grass, hazel eyes observing the area around him. Today Brent wore, his dark blue jeans, a deep green shirt, over it was his black hoodie with a number 23 on it. His favorite number. Brent was up to go to the lake today, he didn;t know that the winds we're this bad. Sighing the boy walked across the lawns, to the first open tree, he chosen to sit between it's roots, against the wind. Brent resumed his observation. Searching for answers, or searching for something that he, hadn't learned before.

[Chadwin Forwick]

Shawn walked out to the lake his guitar knocking on the back of his legs, every step he took. He was wearing a Black NY hat backwards, a blue hoody , jeans that were ripped at the knees, and he had a LIVE LIFE white rubber band thingy on(Still don't know what those stupid things are called!). So you get it? Shawn was a rocker, a hard rocker. He hadn't seen any rocker since he had been here, and he had been thinking of starting a band. As Shawn approched the lake, he walked under a tree, the leaves were falling.

He saw a boy in a black hoody wandering around, he walked over to him "What's up, I'm Shawn," he said.

[Brent Raven]

Brent looked up at the speaker named Shawn. His black hair, moved into his face as the winds changed. The boys appearance said alot about him. He liked to dress like a rockstar. Of cource, alot of people could hold a guitar, this boy, of cource owned one. Making Brent look at him closer. Some how Brent had to wonder why all rockers belived that this was the look, it was stylish, Brent wore it from time to time. But it wasn't everything that guitarists we're for.

"Ello there Shawn. Brent Raven Firstie Mihael." he said introducing himself. "It's only safe to say. That your a Guitarist.. Considering that you have a lovely guitar on your back.." Brent said. "I play myself.. Just not all that well.. Just well enough..."

[symantha]

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[Brent Raven]

Brent rose an eye brow as he saw his good friend walk around the grounds. He knew at once when Sym saw him around that she would come over and bug him. Brent himself didn't mind one bit, the two we're besties. And it only ment that Shawn would get to meet someone new along with meeting Brent.

Watching as Sym changed her direction and slowly made her way to the two boys. Brent shook his head. She couldn't resist. Smiling as she walked over to them, and gave Mr. Brint a big hug. The fact that she wouldn't let go, after a few seconds made Brent laugh to himself.

"Sym this is Shawn... Shawn this is Symantha.... She's my best bud here at Trios......" He told the other boy as he waited for him to speak.