Rumor!! [o]

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann threw the closest thing to her. It happened to be a book and it slammed into the wall with quite a bit of force before it fell to the ground, cover down so the pages fanned out. She let out an aggravated huff of air. Some asshole at the school created some assholish blog that laid out the rumors of the school in a completely embarrassing way.

Worst still, Ann had been mentioned, quite clearly in one of the blog entries. Saying such stupid things like everyone’s favorite little social spazz has... and ... highly sought after hand of Ann Hudgins has been taken. To hell with the crap they said about Zac (though she did feel bad he was targeted in the same entry, as everyone else this asshole person immoralized), he was loud and arrogant and told anyone he could corner about how awesome he was. What did Ann do to ever get....attacked like this? Not to mention most of it was crap anyway. She wasn't 'highly sought after!' Going on a date with one guy, which was also her first date ever, did not constitute being highly sought after---

Sure, people had flirted with her before, but so had everyone else in this stupid school!

Another enraged growl left her, and another book went flying. This book, however went flying through the open door of the Newspaper publications room. She had been holed up in there for the past few hours working on a spring sports report--as she was in the Track team, she had been delegated to get the competition schedules and team rosters for the rest of the springtime sports, as well as get short interviews from the coaches of each of the teams which would mainly focus on what they expected to get out of the season (since they didn't actually go to other highschool or academies to compete, it would be with each other and just for the hell of it). Ann had finished her interviews only the day before, and upon arriving at the empty room, she noticed a computer still running with the screen up which was where she had discovered this asshole's blog.

She stomped out into the hallway of the club wing of the school to retrieve it before she forgot it was out there in the first place, turned and stomped back into the room, though she threw the door shut behind her with a resounding slam.

She'd find out who wrote this damn blog and do....something about it. It just wasn't nice and served no point.


((Open to anyone. Enter at your (character's) own risk.))

[Reeve Rzeznik]

The bell had run, and Reeve had a free period on his hands.

His first plan was to hit up the computer lab, or just go back to his dorm. He didn't really want to walk all the way back to class in an hour and a half, though, and the computer lab was already pretty full up. Dejectedly, Reeve had wandered through the halls, trying to decide what to do. He remembered, suddenly, that the News Publication room not only had a bunch of computers in it for the Yearbook and Newspaper crew to work on, it was usually pretty devoid of kids whenever those particular clubs weren't doing anything. And so, Reeve decided to go check to see if it was open for some casual web surfing.

Rather quickly, the young technopath realized it was not.

He was first alerted to trouble by the loud bang of a book hitting the wall. The sound made him jump, and completely freeze - part of him wanted to look inside the room to see what had transpired, and the other part wanted to just run the hell away. Curiosity finally got the better of him, though, and he began to sneak up to the door. Once he reached the edge, he slowly peeked into the doorframe, only to be assaulted by a growl and another book, this one aimed right for his head. His gamer-born twitch reflexes kicked in and he pulled his head out of the way of the speeding text just in time with a little 'meep' of surprise.

For a second, Reeve thought he saw it was his roommate, Ann Hudgins, who was behind the Apobooklypse. But that couldn't be right.

Sure, Reeve and Ann didn't spend much time together, even though they lived ostensibly under the same roof. But he'd never thought she was the throwing things type. Slowly, Reeve poked his head back in the same way he had before.

"The, uh, the book says it gives up."

[Ann Hudgins]

She felt the itch of curiosity in her mind, but she was too pissed to notice it wasn't her own. She had stomped into the hallway to retrieve the book she had brutalized, and returned to the room without realizing she had gained a spectator. She checked the spine of the book to see it was going to live when a voice caused her to drop it in surprise. It brought her up short, a blush of embarrassment spread across her face, almost to her ears. "Reeve!" She exclaimed when She was obviously surprised. She didn't usually see her secluded roommate about (funny. Ann calling someone secluded...). She then looked down at the book she was about to pick up (again). The look on his face told her he had almost been hit with it, which made her stomach churn in regret. She shouldn't have taken her anger out by throwing things, she almost hurt someone.

"I'm really sorry." She meant it. She sagged a little as she straightened back up with the book again. She deposited it on top of a nearby desk, out of harms way. She ruffled her hair, an act to calm herself down a bit more. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I was just..." Pissed beyond relief? Violated? Impersonated? Embarrassed? She didn't want to put them into words, because that would mean thinking about them more, which would start the whole book-throwing process over again.

"Uh, what brings you to the...here?" The sign said Publications Room, but she just referred to it as Newspaper Class, should she have a need to say it out loud. She didn't recall him being in the club, which was why she questioned him in the first place. Ann wasn't exactly on a first name basis with everyone in the room, but she at least knew their faces when they were all together for meetings.

[Reeve Rzeznik]

Reeve gave a little nervous sigh, one of his best, if he did say so himself. He wasn't sure why he kept up appearances with Ann. She was empath and could probably tell that any outward display of emotion meant nothing inside of him. It was partly out of habit, and partly out of hope that, maybe, if he pretended long enough, real ones would kick in and take the show's place.

She apologized, and Reeve shook his head and held up a hand, silently indicating that it was no trouble. He hadn't been struck, and it wasn't like he really had feelings to hurt, so 'no harm, no foul' came directly into play here. She continued that she hadn't meant to hurt anyone, and Reeve raised his other hand up too, in a sort of placating gesture. "It's fine, you weren't even close to hitting me." Sure, it was kind of a lie, but hey, he was already pretending, may as well throw a few lies on top of it, too.

When she asked what he was doing here, he just shrugged and glanced back into the room. "Oh, the computer lab is pretty full up and I didn't want to go back to my, er, your... our room?" he shrugged. "I have no idea what the PC term for that is. Anyway. I figured if nobody was here, I could use one of the computers during my free period."

Reeve paused, looking at the book in her hands, and then back up to her. "But I mean, if you need some private time to tear a few pages out first, I can always go?"

He offered a grin that looked pretty convincing. Too bad Ann would likely be able to see he didn't even think his joke was amusing.