If it quacks like a duck... (open)

[Glads Thompson]

"Meeehhh" 

It was more a sound than words that Glads made as he slunk down onto the closest bench in the courtyard. It had been the first day of cheerleading practice, at least for him and his legs were killing him. Thinking about his legs made him remember which uniform he'd chosen to wear that day, and decided to torture himself by crossing his legs. With another groan, he managed to place his ankles together, enough to keep anyone from looking up his skit. 

It wasn't like he wasn't wearing the proper bloomers, but still. Of course, his look didn't stop there. His hair was pulled back in a short pony tail and his makeup was very faint, but perfect. As he relaxed in the faint sunlight, he pulled out his phone and started flipping through it. Mostly getting rid of old contacts, and pictures. Numbers he no longer wanted to think about. The usual thing really. 

Then of course, he got distracted by other things on his phone. Apps, music, then the games. Which of course were occupying most of his mind. After all, he was just waiting for his mother to get off work. Normally, he'd just walk home, but he figured he'd give her the chance. Taking a break from his game, he checked the time. "Momma, where are ya?"

[Georgina Speer]

George was out chilling. Well... maybe George. She was having confusing thoughts about things and stuff and she didn't really know what was going on. She knew she was a bit of a tomboy, but it wasn't permanent, but it wasn't like when she wasn't tomboy-ish that she suddenly wanted to be coated in make-up and flouncing around in dresses. She was basically confused, and since she felt she was thinking about it too much, she was trying to put the situation to the side for the time being.

The moans and groans from the cheerleader nearby were hard to ignore. George would never be up for that athletic, enthusiastic, perky stuff (stereotypes, but oh well), so she couldn't exactly sympathise. She could, however, give food.

As if they were friends, she flopped down on the ground nearby, "Ah, mobile phones. The single tool that turns the population into zombies. And I would know, Candy Crush is bloody distracting." She had missed her fair share of buses thanks to that damn game. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two lollipops, holding them both out to the... well, her appearance was a little confusing, but George was going to say she was female. The beanie wearing pointed them at her, "Lollipop?" She asked, and depending on what the cheerleader did, she followed the appropriate protocol of either giving or taking back the sweet.

She popped the other in her own mouth, tilting her head a little. George herself may have seemed a little less feminine today, what with a lack of boobs and hair and the more masculine clothing she had donned. She rested back on her arms, "I don't understand how you can choose to do exercise. So much effort." 101 on how to make friends, right here.

[Glads Thompson]

The day was nice, so honestly, Glads wasn't to worried about when his momma would get there. Besides, a lovely distraction had appeared within his view. A pretty girl with an equally pretty accent had plopped herself down in front of him. "They sure are darlin'." His country accent mixed with his slightly masculine voice, probably giving himself away a little. Not that he minded. "Candy Crush and Angry Birds are very much my the reasons for me wasting time." He smiled as she offered the candy to him, and took it gratefully. "Thanks hun." Taking the sugar stick, he popped it in his mouth and smiled.

Glads took the girls looks in carefully as she spoke. She looked great for someone who didn't exercise. "Oh hun, this is just for fun. Yeah, it's a lot of effort, but sometimes that effort is good for ya." Even though he was smiling there was a distant look in his eyes. He was remembering his days back in Georgia. It was one of the things cheerleading, among the numerous other school activities he did, helped him forget. "Not just for your body either. Good for the mind."

With that he chuckled a little. "Then again, I like to read and play video games...when I can." Now he set up a bit more properly and held out his hand. "Sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself. My name's Glads...not sure what momma was thinking when she named me that, but it's grown on me." Then he thought, screw proper and flopped to the ground in front of her, with his back resting against the bench.