Dalton Academy for Boys - a Glee RPG

Who: Walker and Ron
What: Random run in in the Library
When: Sunday morning, 29th May 2011
Where: The Library
Rating: SFW

( Small talk was not really his forte, but it seemed to be the integral part of normal human interactions )

Who: RJ and Walker
What: RJ ogling Walker
Where: The
When: Friday Evening, right after track
Rating: SFW, minus RJ being a perv

Staring into the pool of water before him, Walker allowed himself a moment in order to take a deep breath and slow his heartbeat. He had been running himself ragged all day, practicing for track the minute classes were dismissed until the tack team really met. Three hours and one quick shower later, Walker was in the pool about to fit in another hour of exercise before he should go back to his room to report to his father. He was very angry about his situation at prom, and it stung. Since then, he's been running on one small meal a day and constantly exercising. He was starting to ache, but he deserved it.

And he made the leap, invading the water's surface with superior technique. Embracing the cold, Walker started to swim across the pool in it's lap lane, feeling weightless in the water. Lap after lap, he eventually lost track of time, the only things there was him and the water.

( Look at it )

Who: Walker and RJ
What: The Morning After Prom
Where: A hotel room in the same hotel as the after party
When: Backdated to Sunday morning
Rating: SFW. Really?

( Things are not what they appear )

Who: Walker and RJ
What: Dinner before Prom
Where: Walker's dorm, the restaurant, and everywhere in between.
When: Saturday before prom
Rating: SFW. Really?

Prom. It did not appeal to Walker in the least. Loud music, crowded mobs, and delinquency all around. There would be no way to track all of the misdemeanors that would be going on. And he was going with Richard of all people; he would most likely be doing many of the evil acts in the first place. It was hardly an ideal world. But apparently I must, Walker chastised his doubting and negative thoughts. He must make connections, or else how will his future ever amount to how it should?

Walker had put on his suit over an hour ago in order to look presentable for tonight's events. There was nothing left to do but wait for his...date Richard to arrive.

From: harold.yates@yatesinc.com
To: walker.yates@dalton.edu
Subject: Prom

Walker

You will be attending prom. Impress the wealthy students and pay no mind to the plebians. I did not send you to Dalton Academy to make friends with the common rubbish.

I expect to hear from you soon.

((OOC: It was sent on Thursday afternoon.))

Who: Leonard D'Amico and Walker Yates
What: Len thinks Walker needs to get out more
When: Tuesday, April 26th directly after classes
Where: Room 103, Chopp Hall (Walker's room)
Rating: SFW

( Obviously Leonard liked mean, snobby blondes )

From: austin.bennett@dalton.edu
To: jackson.aldama@dalton.edu, blake.montgomery@dalton.edu, raphael.nelson@dalton.edu, walker.yates@dalton.edu, philander.gentry@dalton.edu, tobias.wayne@dalton.edu, richard.clarkson@dalton.edu
Subject: RA Room Assignments

Congratulations, boys. If your have received this email, you have been chosen to be an RA at Dalton Academy next year. Please respond to this with your chosen room for next year and your chosen roommate. Rooms will be granted on a first come, first served basis.

Available rooms:
Seniors:
Johnson 103
Johnson 201
Johnson 301
Johnson 401

Juniors:
Chopp 301
Chopp 401

Sophomores:
Chopp 103
Chopp 201

Thank you for your interest in making our school the best that it can be.

President A. Bennett
Dalton Academy
Westerville, Ohio

Who: Walker & Castiel
What: Concern for one's RA.
When: Tuesday, April 12th, 1AM
Rating: SFW

( Why are you so weird? )

Who: Noah and Walker.
What: A conversation, and then a date. A straight dude date.
Where: Leaving Dalton.
When: IM convo backdated; the date on Sunday, April 3rd.
Rating: SFW?

( an IM conversation. )

( their man-date! )

Who: Walker and OPEN
What: Walker reporting to his father
Where: On a bench outside of Reid Hall
When: Friday after classes
Rating: SFW

Walker shuffled out of his last period class, making sure he had all of his belongings in his shoulder-bag before walking out into the schoolyard. The grass below him waved softly with the breeze, but Walker was taking no notice to any of these details. Right now the important thing he had on his mind was sending his father an e-mail. It was almost 3 P.M., and he had yet to type it up. Finding a bench, he quickly sat down and pulled a notebook out from his bag, flipping to the page where he drafted his e-mail during lunch. With much haste, his fingers were typing madly on his iPhone as he transposed the words from paper to technology.

Within minutes his e-mail was typed, revised, edited, and ready to be sent. As his thumb slid over that small “Send’ button in the corner of his screen, a small feeling of hesitation creeped up. Today had been a particularly bad day; he got an 89 on a project that was returned in class today. In his defense, his portion of the work was impeccable; it was his partner’s work that lowered his grade to the extent it was lowered. Father wouldn’t care, though. A bad grade is a bad grade, no exceptions. Erasing any feelings of doubt, Walker released his thumb and watched as his day was condensed into a small blue bar, slowly running across the screen until it diminished and was replaced with an affirmation of his e-mail’s voyage.

Nodding at his phone, he placd it down on the bench next to his bag before turning his head to the wind, hair blowing back as his eyes squinted into the breeze.