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[Reira]

[/i]very happy. It was time to say good-bye to her future and just cross her fingers. But more importantly, Reira felt that her safety was being compromised having to move here. There wasn't anyone she could manipulate nor did she have any connections with people that could protect her in the wild jungle that schools tend to be. So, Reira decided to make some strong connections and at least guarantee her safety and establish her existence in this school.

She walked around the hall, her long thick chestnut brown hair was all slicked back into a long ponytail revealing gold chandelier earrings that contrasted with her slightly tanned skin. Reira wore a simple deep red v-neck tank top under a black leather jacket matched with a belt, and skinny jeans tucked in brown leather boots.

It wasn't until she saw someone drop their notebook that she introduced herself to someone.

"Excuse me," she'd say tapping the person on their shoulder, 'You dropped your notebook..."

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[Figaro]

Figaro is currently wearing a solid black t-shirt, black sweats, white Nike tennis shoes, and white ankle socks. His hair wavy hair has been combed and parted to the left. The bangs hang just to his eyebrows. All he had on him was a notebook.

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Have you ever heard of the cursed notebook of Jerry Johannes Jamison? Hell! Neither have I, but in geometry, some blond sophomore chick gave me the entire notebook when I asked for a single sheet of paper! I noticed right away that on the front of the notebook consisting of about eighty sheets of wide spaced notebook paper was written Jerry Johannes Jamison's Notebook. I thought nothing on it, turned to an empty page, and copies down notes. But when I was leaving class, I noticed the other girl was really happy for some suspicious reason...

So, I read through the first few pages which talked about a curse! Apparently, misfortune follows whoever is carrying the notebook until it falls into the possession of someone else, but I didn't believe in any of that! I tore out my notes from the notebook, and then I let it slip out of my hand to fall onto the ground.

Of course, someone had to go out of their way to make sure that this task would not be so simple, and sure enough, seconds after I disposed of this stupid thing, someone was tapping my shoulder. I turned around, frowning at the person who addressed me. I took a step to the side by the lockers, so I wouldn't congest any traffic and then answered, "Oh? Yea, it seems I did." Of course, I had no plans on actually getting the notebook! Instead, I just stood there nodding at the other woman secretly thinking, "No shit I dropped it!"

Of course, she was being considerate, so feeling obliged, I said, "Thank you."

[Reira]

[Figaro]

OOC: Thank you!

I began to fold the notes I ripped from the notebook up, and slipped them into the pocket of my black sweats. I eyed the notebook before looking back up at Reira who had mistakenly confused me for the freak who's name was written on that notebook! Although, the note did say he was killing himself, and if that were true, then God bless his soul!

I figured that this could go a few ways. The easy route was to be rude to her, but there was bunch of people watching. The last thing I needed to do was make a scene as a person who bullies defenseless women! Instead, I decided to fake kindness, and I forced a lousy half ass grin. "Oh right, sorry." I finally said dully, taking the notebook from her, "Actually, the name is Figaro Loman O'Conan." I tucked the notebook under my right arm, deciding I would just toss the damn thing when she went away.

Unfortunately, instead of doing the smart thing by dismissing her, I found myself asking, "Russian?"

[Reira]

Well Reira had selective attention, she read nothing about suicide! She just narrowed down the name and assumed that it was the name of the guy who dropped the notebook. Then again, if the name wasn't his, does that mean that the book didn't belong to erm, the guy who was introducing himself as Figaro? What kind of name was that? It was like...that opera song..FIGARRROOOOO~ Or something! Reira's mind just blew up for a second. It was such a cool name. Dang, maybe her brother should've been named Figaro instead of Nathaniel.

Anyways, Reira nodded after Figaro thanked her and took the notebook back. It was then that he questioned if she were Russian or not. It was actually a difficult answer. She was form in Bulgaria, but she grew up in Ukraine which some people thought as part of Russia whereas others complained that it is independant.

"Bulgaria,...but I grew up in Ukraine so I can speak Russian, even though I don't have Russian blood in me, not that I know of." Reira would reply with a smile. "Where are you from?"

[Figaro]

"Uh-huh," I acknowledged, plotting out a European map inside my mind. "So, pretty much Russian..." I thought, but I couldn't dwell on it for too long because she asks where I was from! "Well, I was born in Dublin, Ireland, but I was raised here in California by my mother and aunt," I answered, getting just enough information out to where she would hopefully be satisfied by my answer. I felt like something was missing though that needed to be explained, but I couldn't put my finger on just exactly what...

Whatever, it would probably come back to me later! Instead, I just switched the topic and asked, "So uh... What class are you going to?" I figured, it was a decent reminder that we needed to get to class on time; although, I personally wouldn't mind skipping.

[Reira]

"Mm, Ireland huh?"

Reira tapped her chin and pictured leprechauns and pots of gold. Okay, so she wasn't exactly educated in her geography, she was more of a history student. A Latin American and World history person that is. Either way it's cool, it's great to have more cultures inside America. Figaro also mentioned how he was living with his mom and aunt and Reira was just a bit jealous. She wished she had one other relative to live with then perhaps home would actually be home. Maybe her mom would care about her more, and maybe she'd get some love! Blargh. Life can suck sometimes.

"So uh... What class are you going to?"

Reira looked at Figaro michieviously, "...let's just call it a detective work class...Let's go find the owner of that notebook. There's a story behind it and I'm sure you're curious about it. Now let's take a look at it."

Once Figaro handed it to her she'd flip it open to the first page with the stuff about the curse on it. Reira felt a little hesitant to move on, after all what if it's something like "The Ring"! But then again, no creepy little boy popped up behind Figaro, so it's all good.

"Let's see, it says here that he really liked math... and hey, he existed only 5 years ago. Maybe he was a math club member, let's go to their clubroom."

[Figaro]

I wasn't just about to debate giving her the notebook! I was actually glad to finally get it out of my hands, and eagerly passed it over for her to read. I did look over her shoulder to look at the notebook, but I was completely uninterested in what it had to say and didn't actually read it a second time. Instead, I just blankly looked at the paper and was pondering why Reira cared so much.

Reira took charge, and already decided our first destination. I really did not want to go, but I didn't have the heart to tell her that. Instead, the only thing I could think to say is, "This school has a math club?" Probably not the most intelligent response, but it was one more out of interest since I liked math rather than it being out of just pure ignorance.

[Reira]

Reira had scanned the page and only realized the talk about the curse, and decided that she might as well make an adventure of it. She was bored, what else should she do? Be a big meanie and push it all on the poor guy? Well, at least she had something to do before class started. Reira put the notebook in her arms as she walked in the direction of the math club office that she passed by earlier in the morning. It was weird, but she actually likes math. Calculating algebraic questions were her forte, but she wasn't bad at doing problem solving stuff. She even thought that the best thing to do were questions involving finding areas under a revolving curve. Oh calculus. Leibnez and Newton made calculus too much fun.

"This school has a math club?"

Reira nodded as she continued walking, without worrying if the guy would follow her or not, it was his choice, but she had a feeling that he might follow after mentioning the math club.

"There is, are you a mathlete Figaro?"

Honestly, the math club is underrated. There were lots of cool people there! Although she wasn't exactly welcomed there back in her old school, but it was time to start anew correct? Correct! Anyways, Reira continued walking and led Figaro the long awaited math room.

"This should be it" Reira pointed at the sign.

[Figaro]

"Mathlete?" I asked, never actually hearing the phrase before until right now. "No," I answered bluntly. Forget math club - if people were going to go around calling me a 'mathlete', I was going to have no part of it! That would soil my good name as an 'athlete' and what not. I don't even let people call me 1337 on-line because lete is reserved for athlete only.

I strained hard to read the sign that Reira pointed out at me because the font seemed to be so small. It didn't even look like they had that much pride in the club, and was over shadowed by a sign that says, "Need tutoring?"

"Good job," I told Reira before changing the topic real fast, "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, some things are better left forgotten. We might find something out about this Jerry fellow that we never wanted to know." It probably wasn't the most compelling argument, but I couldn't just straight out say, 'I don't care' and destroy her spirits completely! It was better I tried to scare her out of her high spirits.