eben and sammy

Who: Sammy and Eben!
Where: MSHS
When: Last period

Turmoil roiled through Sammy like waves tossed and turned on the sea by a hurricane as he sat by himself on the side-lawn where he and the others had met for the system-setting-up meeting. Technically he should have been inside like everyone else in his last class, but he didn’t want to sit in there anymore. He also didn’t want to go home once the final bell rang, to be honest. He just wanted to…sit. And do nothing. Yes.

Who: Eben and Sammy
Where: The library still
When: 3 p.m.

The sunlight outside was no longer streaming through the windows as it had earlier, and the interior of the library was now lit by the ceiling lights which had come on once the sun had moved above the roof of the library. The quiet had a different feel to it than it had earlier, as well, not that Sammy noticed. He had his headphones on and music streaming from an online radio station as he "sampled" which CDs he "wanted to take home." Or, rather, while he ripped music from CDs, placed them into a zip folder and sent them to himself via his gmail account. It was ingenious, really, and would work as long as no librarian headed his way. Sammy Williams, inventive music thief.

Who: Sammy and Eben
Where: MSHS
When: 2:00

Sammy was a bit proud of himself today - he'd made it through lunch, and was still here at school even though lunch had finished a while ago now. Standing next to the wall he pulled his folder out of his backpack, flipping it open to find the schedule he'd shoved in there the day before when he'd been stuffing his backpack for today. Keeping an eye on the people passing by he smoothed out the paper and squinted at it until finally he came up with where he was supposed to be: Art!

Pushing away from the wall, he didn't even bother to shove the folder or schedule back into his backpack, he just tucked them beneath his arm as he stepped back out into the steadily moving stream of students, looking up to read classroom numbers as he passed by. As Sammy walked he let himself relax, breathing through his mouth so the steady "worry" scent wouldn't put his nerves on edge - he would finish the school day this time around. He wouldn't go home early, oh no he wouldn't.

And there was the art classroom. Why was he taking art again? Oh, that was right, he thought as he pushed open the door and stepped inside to the smell of paint and paint cleaner...he was taking it because he hadn't picked his classes - his mother had.

If there was one student in the school who didn't have a 'worry' scent to him--it was Eben Willows. Who was currently located in the art room, which it was speculated by many was his actual home, and that he slept in the dark room. That wasn't actually true, but some days it was close enough. Today was one of those, and he was in one of the back corners of the room contemplating the sculpture he was making. So far, it looked to be a vase, but sort of a weird one. Mostly because it was made up of small faces, all seeming to be emoting differently, and it curved and twisted as it rose up from it's base, instead of going straight up and down. He was covered in clay bits, and was fashioning another little face, intensely blue eyes ticking back and forth from his current addition to the whole product. His also happened to be the only table with a free chair.