Max (fireinherheart) wrote in amalgaversehigh, @ 2010-09-07 13:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !ic, !logs, location: track & field, student: kazuya saito, student: max guevara, student: trent meyers |
[LOG] Trent, Kaz, Max
Oh look, it's lunchtime. Sure, you could be inside doing boring things like /eating/, or you could be Trent, doing cool guy things like leaning against the back wall of the school with a cigarette propped up on your lower lip. He's clad in all black, everything on his person very, very expensive but without any visible labels. Arms crossed, back against the wall, legs crossed, and so very blasé.
Chilling on a small set of outside bleachers is the polar opposite of Trent. Long black hair striped with purple and neon blue is pulled back into a ponytail and draped over the tall, lanky Asian kid who's currently strumming on a guitar. His pink top, looking like it came from the girl's department, drapes from his shoulders and his far too baggy jeans go down to his shoeless feet.
And then, there's Max. Without her partner in crime for once. She's passing through behind the school because she's actually looking for Phoenix, but hasn't spotted her anywhere else this afternoon. The last place to check at this point is the locker rooms and, well, she doesn't want to see that.
Trent blows out a mouthful of smoke and eyes the going ons around him with a neutral expression. He glances at Kaz for a moment, the sounds of the guitar catching his attention, then pulls his cigarette back up to his lips. He's not going to move until he's done with his one man cancer stick party, thanks.
Kaz taps a foot in time to the chord he's playing and looks around at the other active students. He offers a smile to them both; he'd wave but his hands are currently busy. New people to meet is always an exciting event!
Max glances in the direction of the sound of the guitar, raising an eyebrow slightly. He's gotta be new, she doesn't recall seeing him around. So many new kids these last few weeks. It's a little crazy. Trent, however, is unnoticed because he's too cool for school with his cigarette and leaning. Because of this, she heads in Kaz's direction. No harm in meeting new people, right?
Puff, puff, puff. Trent eyes Max as she heads over towards Kaz, but again, not moving just yet. This lean ain't ready to be straightened.
Kaz smiles and keeps on playing until Max is close enough for him to speak to her. "Hi!" he greets the girl as he rests his guitar across his lap. "Come to enjoy the concert?" There's, surprisingly, only a faint accent to his voice. "Is he a friend of yours?" A nod to Trent. "He can come over too."
Max gives a smile to Kaz, "I wasn't aware there was one scheduled." She says in response to the asian boy. "You new around these parts? I don't recognize you." And one would, let's be honest here. A glance is given back to Trent before she shakes her head, "Nope, don't even know him."
Trent returns the nod, takes one last drag off his cigarette, and drops the butt to the ground, snuffing it out with his shoe before pushing himself off the wall. He starts to head over towards Kaz and Max, carrying himself with more poise than most teenage boys seem to possess. Once he's in range, he smiles and gestures towards Kaz'a guitar.
"You're quite talented." Huh, he seems more friendly than his mannerisms would suggest. SURELY IT'S NOT CALCULATED AT ALL.
Kaz fiddles with his lip piercing. "There's always time for a concert." He extends a slender hand to Max, "Kaz. Just transferred. Do you have a pretty name to match your pretty looks?" His other hand's directed to Trent. He can shake both at once! "Oh, very talented, I know." His smile never falters. This kid obviously has no lack of self confidence, but at least he seems polite about it. "And you're quite handsome. Love the outfit."
Max smirks, "That's good to know." Shaking the offered hand, she gives Kaz a smile. Compliments? She's down with those. "Max." It's a BOY'S NAME, but still suitable for her anyhow. When Trent arrives to the party, she takes note of the other boy. Though it's not obvious, she's always wary of new people. For a variety of very good reasons.
Trent runs a hand down the front of his black button down- ironed to perfection with the cuffs rolled up, because /of course/- and says, "Ah, thank you," before returning Kaz's handshake. He gives the other boy a once over in a totally -not- predatory way, then glances over at Max. "Charmed." This doesn't come out as douchey as one would think.
"I'm Trent. I didn't catch your name?" That question is directed at Kaz, of course.
"Max? I like that! Very cool. I'm Kaz," he repeats for Trent's sake. "Yeah, you seem like a Trent. Boarding school type?" He watches the other boy's hand, not even bothering to hide it, and taps one foot on the metal bleacher seat. "So we got a whole mish mash of types here, huh? Preps, bad girls, whatever the hell I feel like being..."
Max smiles to both Kaz and Trent, "Thanks." It is a cool name, let's be honest here. Once the boys are done with their introductions, she nods to Kaz, "It seems to be quite the variety, yeah. I'm pretty surprised."
Trent taps a finger against the side of his head once; Kax hit the nail on the head. "This is my first foray into the public school system, yes. Is it that obvious?" Must be. He hmms and smirks. "We may very well knock the delicate social balance of the high school clique system off kilter." He slides his hands into his pockets and glances around for a moment. "We're walking a dangerous line here."
Kaz studies them both and flips his hair back over his shoulder. Swish. "Well, yes it's obvious! No one dresses that fancy. It's like asking to get your outfit roughed up." He doesn't say how, exactly. That'd be rude! "Good, I like dangerous. You both seem the type, too."
Max is not dangerous! Not one bit. Yes, trouble follows her like a stray cat she once fed, but that doesn't mean she likes it. "Ah, I try to stay out of trouble." Try being the key word there. But having Phe for a friend and a background like she does means that doesn't happen often. "So far, so good." Liar.
"Is that right?" There's a slight widening of his smirk, then Trent shrugs one shoulder, adding, "No comment." Dangerous? Him? ~Never~. He cocks his head to one side, eyes on Kaz. "But what about you, hmm?" Meaning, 'are you dangerous, good sir?'
Kaz sits up straight and proper like and sticks his tongue out, clicking the bar through it against his teeth. "Then why do you walk around like a girl who knows trouble?" He grins at Max, then Trent, and shrugs his slender shoulders. "I get into trouble but I wouldn't say I'm dangerous."
Max pffts and rolls her eyes. Play it off like it's no big deal! "What, do you know a lot of girls who know trouble?" Because NOT HER. NO SIR.
"I see, I see." Trent nods as he speaks, then looks over at Max. Girls who get into trouble? Could be interesting. He looks back at Kaz, waiting to hear his answer. New boy is new, he's not sure himself.
"I do. Not here, but back home. And they're the /best/ kind of girls," Kaz adds, winking at Max. "Great to have at parties. Speaking of, is there a lot of that kind of stuff around here? Parties, I mean? Or is everyone kinda quiet?"
Max is not going to incriminate herself. Nosir. "Ah, there's usually something going on every weekend. The juvies are almost always doing something, but they're, ah. Well, juvies." It's true. Stories about the juvie house parties are equal parts terrifying and hilarious.
Trent hmms. "They sound like a lovely group." Oh, they are...n't in the least. He's not saying much, but there's a reason for this; it's far easier to observe if you're quiet.
Kaz hmms. "Well, I have my own place, so maybe I'll have to start hosting parties then!" He grins and grabs his guitar, slinging it over one shoulder like it's no biggie. "And of course, I'll put both of you on the VIP list. I'm gonna go grab some lunch, we'll have to talk again some time." He blows them both a kiss and strolls off like it's a normal thing to do.
Max raises an eyebrow at Kaz strolls off. "Well, he's a peculiar one." She comments to Trent. Though she can't deny that she likes his attitude. Before she can engage in more conversation, a ringing noise comes from within her jacket and she pulls her phone out. "Finally!" Looks like Phe isn't in an after-sex coma! "Ah, I gotta take this. It was nice meeting you, though!"