.:One-on-One with Friscofus & vespertina97:.

[Theodore Adams]

Okay, so we've pretty much worked everything out for this. ^_^

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It might take me a minute to get my form up, but I'm working on it. Are you going to use two forms?

[Friscofus]

((Think I managed to do it with just one. Let me know if it needs anything else.))

(note that the picture is really of Alex, Alexander never wears the earrings or looks that smug)
Name: Alexander/Alex Sykes
Age: 17
Brief personality/history: Alexander is a perfectly normal, perfectly nice boy who just wants to have a normal life. To the point that he is in denial of the blackouts and the strange dreams, in denial of the other personality living inside of him. For in some horrible twist of fate, Alexander turned out to be some strange mix between a human chimera and schizophrenic. And his psychopathic brother Alex who is living in his body is far from being normal.

His father works long hours in the office, his mother died around the time she was ten (the circumstances surrounding her death are very odd, and some of Alexander's most horrid dreams center around it). Due to an increasingly high rate of crime that began to form around their neighborhood and a better job offer, the small family has recently moved. Alexander was hoping this might give him something else to focus on, to stop the strange events that keep occurring around him, and things seem to have subsided - for now.

[Theodore Adams]

((Awesome. Now I need to make up a good charrie...or find one I've used before... ))

[Theodore Adams]

Name:
Logan Marks
Age:
16
Brief personality/history:
Logan can be shy at times, but is usually quite adventurous and willing to do anything that sounds like fun. She's always eager to learn and discover, especially if she's with her friends. She is by no means a tomboy, and prefers to wear dresses and frilly tanktops instead of t-shirts. She likes getting her hands dirty on occasion, though.

Logan is an only child, living with her mother and father in a small, old house that they all fixed up together. They'd lived here for a few years after her father got a job offer in a different state, which is why they moved. She liked it here, though. Her dad works, she goes to school, and her mom spends time doing voulenteer work at the community center. That's just how Logan likes it.

[Theodore Adams]

((would you like to start? ))

[Friscofus]

Alexander walked through the crowded hallways of his new high school, trying to stay unnoticed. Try as he might, this wasn’t the kind of place that newcomers went without attention for long. His bright red hair didn’t help. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t mind a few friends, it was just he didn’t particularly enjoy the experience of being swamped with people trying to figure out where he would belong in the social structure.

Sighing, he glanced up at the people surrounding him before looking down at his schedule and a map, then heading off as he figured out where his first class would be. He still had few minutes before someone would notice, and maybe he could make it to the correct room by then. But then the teacher would remark on his presence, of course; and whatever peace he could manage to find doing classwork would be disrupted as soon as he stepped foot outside the door.

[Theodore Adams]

Logan slipped quickly through the crowds of people that clogged the halls of school as she made her way to class. She was running a bit behind, and she hated that, but she was always running behind. She just got distracted easily. It was frustrating sometimes.
All the time.
She finally made it to class and hurried inside, then took her seat quickly while the teacher was saying a brief something with his back to the class. Not everyone was here yet. Logan sighed inwardly with relief. At least she wasn't the last one in again.

[Friscofus]

And as luck we have it, he got lost. It could have been worse, he supposed; but when the hallways all looked the same a place was remarkably difficult to navigate. How was he supposed to know the difference between one white-walled hall lined with silver lockers, and the next one over that appeared to be a direct clone? He did finally find the correct hall, of course. The only problem was that once he did 99% of the classrooms seemed to go in a rational numeric order.

Alexander had gotten used to the fact that he would always end up with that wondrously lucky 1%.

After finally spotting it (Room 202, at the end of the hall next to 231), Alexander’s hurried footsteps would have been easily heard had there been anyone in the now-deserted hallway. He glanced at his watch. He had about thirty seconds left, thankfully, but of course that didn’t matter as he walked in the room and found that he was the last person in.

The teacher turned around from where he was writing something on the chalkboard, and smiled as he saw Alexander. The man waved ushered him to his seat (directly in the middle of the room), saying words that Alexander didn’t really care to listen to as he was mostly focused on not making eye contact with anyone. It didn't really matter, as all the polite jargon would be translated in the other students' mind to something along the lines of: “This is Alexander Sykes. The new student. Everyone stare at him as if he’s the most interesting thing on the planet.”

[Theodore Adams]

Logan was doodling in her notebook when she heard the door open and Mister Pearson say something about a new student. When she glanced up, she saw a boy with a head full of fiery red hair sulking to the last empty seat, which happened to be the one in front of hers. She smiled softly at him as he sat down. Hopefully he'd seen it. He looked like he needed some cheering up.
Once the teacher had turned his back again, Logan sat up, leaned over her seat, and tapped the boy on the shoulder. "I'm Logan," she whispered. "You got the lucky seat. Nobody's ever been called on as long as they were sitting there."

[Friscofus]

He had noticed the girl’s smile as he sat down, but gave no sign of recognition until she tapped him on the shoulder. To his credit he didn’t flinch enough that she should have noticed. He wasn’t paranoid; he didn’t have any reason to be. It was just that he always felt like he should, as if there was someone constantly watching him and he had to be on guard at all times.

He turned his head slightly so he could get a good look at the girl. Bright grey eyes took inventory; he noticed that she was pretty and looked rather nice. He was, however, wary of that niceness. You could never tell if it was genuine or just the same façade that everyone else who met him today would put on.

“I’m Alexander, as you just heard,” he said dryly. “And that’s good to know, I guess.”