This choice: Vayne, the Arcanine, manages to get Ali there in the middle of the orientation • Go Back... The little red speedster lived up to Vayne's profession; it zipped and weaved effortlessly between the pueblos and alleyways that entailed St. Giginka's Academy. The diminutive spitfire girl managed to get a firm grip on the underside of the dashboard, clenching tightly out of fear for her own safety, as she was comically strewn about the vehicle despite her vice-like grip on the plastic. Vayne was a reckless driver, who just barely dodged obstacles and completely obliterated any sort of standards that a small golf-cart should adhere to while he was behind the wheel. He turned viciously and never let his foot an inch off of the ground, but kept himself planted with his overall muscular build. Though during a few close calls he would should out a victorious "Whoo!!", which would again be repeated as he slowly approached the ground level of their school.
"So how waz'zat?!" Vayne barked wildly as he slid out of the driver's side of the vehicle, "I swear we broke 80 in this thing, did you feel it?"
Ali didn't share nearly the same maniacal pleasure in being thrown about like a ragdoll while inside a vehicle going far beyond its manufacturing limits. The little quilava-based character slowly dripped out of her side of the cart and onto the cobblestone paved the island, winding up staring her school straight in the face by expected delivery time. Not that she really cared about school right just now. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Ali shouted as she struggled to catch her stricken breath, "Y-You must be crazy! There's no way a sane person would drive like that!!" The poor thing was so flustered that her knees buckled as she tried to stand, "J-Just... thanks a lot, I-I'm glad I actually got here before it was over." Ali stated calmly as she wobbled unsoundly towards the front steps.
"Hey, no problem." Vayne said with a hint of apology in his voice, "I'm sorry if I scared you, but hey; at least I got you here when I said I did." he said with a big toothy grin before checking his watch, "Actually, a whole thirty seconds before!" He excitedly elevated his hand for a congratulatory palm slap, "High Five!"
Weakly, and choking down the better portion of whatever she had eaten last night, Ali concurred and slapped his hand before hobbling back towards the school. "Th-Thanks a lot... uh, Vayne was it?" she said flatly, "But I've really got to get to class, so..." Vayne's smile widened as he started up the steps with her, "Hey no problem, I've got class too!" he said excitedly, "Tell you what, since you're a freshman, I'll even get you to the auditorium." Ali grumbled audibly, already beginning to loath this lead-footed psychopath as he continuously attempted to force his company upon her. "Yeah, I don't think so." she said curtly, "See, I've got Freshman Orientation, and you look like... what, a senior?"
"Actually I'm a Junior, but thanks for the compliment." he said obliviously.
There was an unacknowledged staredown between them before Ali just finally grumbled and gave up. "Alright, come on... you freak..." she said dismissively as she started through the doorway, "You know how to get to the auditorium, right?"
***
Meanwhile, Freshman Orientation had still gone as according to schedule. It wasn't uncommon for a student to skip the admittedly boring procedure. All it really pertained of was rules, policies, and the general know-what of the school. More so than anything, the echo was unbearable. Why on earth the academy needed such a large sitting arrangement was beyond most of the faculty, though none of them could quite complain. Since last year, there had been several upgrades in the accommodations of one's posterior including seat warmers, soft fabric, and soft cushioning underneath it as opposed to the cold wooden seats of generations past. The decor was new, though kept the spirit of the place through a mural of several dragon-type pokemon all carved into the walls; namely the famous piece, 'Evolution of Dratini' done by Gespercho Smear Galle, worked into it on commission. Since it was by far the most esteemed center of learning standing in this world today, a little ostentatious was prescription.
Currently, an entire flock of freshmen bored out of their little minds sat in said cushy chairs as they half-heartedly listened to whoever might be on stage. A few were convincing, a few were lacking, and a few were just asleep. Even Don Tanner, from his section away from the children, had pulled up the armrests of a few seats and made himself a comfortable place to snooze while the 'Organizer of Events' did her job and kept these kids out of class. In front of him, a tall man in a burgundy suit with several ponytails rolled his eyes and grumbled about incompetence.
The only one taking this thing seriously was the aforementioned Organizer, a Snivy moemon who stood proudly on stage with her nose high in the air and her personal caretaker beside her as she delivered her expectations of this year to her uncaring classmates. Check that, not the school's expectations, hers. This girl had been to every prepping program offered back in Unova, so it was no surprise that she was the most qualified to act as Ninth Grade President without so much as an election. Looking at it now, most students would definitely have chosen otherwise. She stood on stage, all dolled up in her best yellow skirt and green blouse, and blew the short green hair from her eyes as she continued. "Excuse me," she laughed (no one esle did), "Hair issue, anyway, as I was saying; this class has a lot of potential, I know that I can drive the best out of you young boys and girls!" Even next to her, the tall dark woman in maid's garb couldn't help but roll her eyes underneath half-closed lids. Her chocolate skin turned a bright red around her cheeks as she saw more and more students questioning her presence on stage.
"So, when you graduate, you'll be able to look back and say "She helped me do that. Lilian did that." and you'll have me to thank, Lilian Lillygrass!"
She raised her arms for applause, though none really seemed to come...
"A-Anyway, I'll turn the microphone back over to-
Suddenly the auditorium's doors swung open, revealing Ali's slender shape for all to see. Unfortunately subtlety was not in her move list, Ali's sharp opening of the doors echoed throughout the entire auditorium, much to her embarrassment and the infuriated expense of Lilian, whose speech had now gone interrupted. "Ahem, excuse me!" she hollered into the microphone in an attempt to calm the quickly unsettling crowd, "Excuse me!!"
Below her, the man in burgundy couldn't help but crack a smile, "How embarrassing." he said in a gruff voice, "But, even if, it managed to shut that little tramp up." he smirked, "I guess I owe that little freshman something." To his shock, a pair of lanky arms draped themselves over his shoulders and a heavy weight landed on his head. "You really should take a chill pill, Sunshine." Don Tanner's lax tone sounded from above him. His head, soundly propped upon Mr. Sunny's, yawned as he kept his dead-weight status, "But'chea, I'm pretty glad little miss Nose-Face finally let someone else get a word in."
"Well!" Lilian huffed after getting the crowd's (lack of) attention, "I certainly hope this has all be entertaining for you, and I'll be returning the microphone to our Vice-Principal, Mr. Sunny!" the little girl, once stepping down from the podium, was revealed to be quite short. Even shorter than Ali! She looked a lot like a grass fairy with that green hair of hers. "Come on Suzu." she huffed, snapping her fingers at her maid... who apparently floated. "Well now, that was... enlightening." Sunny said sharply into the microphone, "How about we give Ms. Lillygrass a hand?"
No response...
"Yeah... I don't blame you."
Lots of laughter.
"Anyway, one last thing; we've recently adopted a student service policy, which would be those vending machines located on these areas of the schools; outside of bathrooms, the gym...
Ali sunk into her chair humiliated. "Craaaaaaaaap..." she whined to herself, "Now I wish I had skipped the rest of this class period." she groaned, noticing the evil eyes that Lilian was shooting her from across the auditorium. Apparently, she had already made a friend. Great. This school year was not turning out anything like she had hoped for...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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