Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-3991308-20150602041040

((I think that would be interesting! Hemlock is a total jerk, by the way. But I think he would probably hang out with Hank or Tock. Hank in particular, I think. They would both think each other superior to other students, and also, Hemlock's a huge advocate for modernising everything with very euro-centric cultural values.))

"I recognise pretty girls, Alice," Hemlock said in a sickening arrogant tone. "A gentleman recognises who he bothers to recognise." His overconfident grin didn't fade from his face as he bent down – only slightly – to be eye-level to the blonde girl who just spoke to him. "Good afternoon, Sierra Conner," he said, extending a hand for her to shake. "Asclepius Hemlock, next physician in Godfather Death. Call me Hemlock. Everyone does."

Oh Grimm, thought Avian. That's Airmid's precusor. Avian didn't know this guy. He hadn't even heard of this guy. But in that moment, he was glad that in his time and generation, he had to deal with Airmid rather than Asckhaekhalfsd or whatever his name was.

Marlene took one of the flyers from the nightingale girl. "Party?" she said. "Sounds ace. I'll be there." She grinned down at the other girl. Marlene had always been awkwardly tall, and seemed to tower over everyone. Tucking the flyer between the pages of the pin-up magazine, Marlene turned to face the group, but only for a brief moment. "Look, I'll love to stay and chat," she said to no one in particular, but I've got a meeting and if I'm late again, the president's going to kill me."

And with that, the girl in the leather jacket turned and left. As she turned, a sewed on button from her background came loose, fluttering to the ground. On impulse, Avian quickly bent down to pick it up. Taking a brief look, he noted that it was white lettering on a black ground. Without reading or even caring to read what the words said, he just shoved it in his jacket pocket.