10 years later (High School Reunion Poll thread)

Ten years ago, it was hard to believe it had been ten years.

Then she would have to admit she was closer to thirty than twenty.

She hadn't been the most popular, or the most anything, she'd ranked on the most lists though. Anyway, she was helping coordinate this thing. At least they weren't being so pathetic as to host it in their home town. Heck there wasn't even a hotel there.

A smaller class of about 50 kids, and so they were planning on holding it in the nearest major city, where there would be plenty to do. The hotel well, they asked for a whole floor of rooms so that those who came would be able to socialize easier.

Now it was a matter of setting up her voice mail to handle the influx of calls. She wasn't sure what was worse, those happy enthuisiastic replies saying they'd be there, or the fake sad ones saying they couldn't make it.


OOC so intro post should be an intro describing your character and leaving the message.

Vince LeBeau finally made it home for another 12 hour shift that had extended to 15 hours.

Such was the life of a state police officer. He had started working narcotics enforcement just last year after 3 years patrolling the highways.

Vince grabbed his mail and walked inside.

Vince removed his gun then flopped down on his sofa. There was a bill and some junk mail. Then there was the flyer for the reunion.

Vince had hated high school. He had maybe 3 friends through out the entire time he was in school. The school was small enough for him to know everyone but only classify 3 people as friends.

Vince had played the role of the metal head, coming to school wearing the black Motley Crue t-shirts and tore up, faded blue jeans.

As it turned out, he had hated college also so he decided to go and see everyone. It could be fun.

Vince picked up his phone and dialed the number. He left his name, that he was a member of the class of 2001 and that he would be attending.

10 pm.

Rikki Orr sits at her familiar desk in the outer office. She breathes a sigh of relief. Another show put to bed. Francine, Howard Barnes' personal assistant, tells her, "Great job prepping the Arab woman. Howard had a great interview."

Rikki thinks, "Yeah, that's what I do. Find people for the great Howard Barnes to interview on-camera, prep them so they know what he'll ask and feed them answers. It all looks so spontaneous. But it isn't."

Howard walks by, a cute, giggly little intern on his arm. He winks and heads out to who knows what Lower East Side bar to loosen her up .

Rikki rolls her eyes, glares at the stack of mail in her inbox, most of it queries from agents, promoters, publicists, all wanting a piece of Howard Barnes. Shit! it never ends.

Hello, what's this? A hand-written envelope. Rikki opens it. A flyer for the class reunion. At the top the familiar Purple Panther logo. In her mind suddenly, she hears the Panther fight song. God! Ten years, but almost a lifetime ago. She sees four contact names at the bottom with email addresses. One of them, Missy Kurt McElroy. Oh God, sweet little Missy Kurt. There hasn't been a day when Rikki hasn't thought of Missy.

Her hands shaking, she types out an email, "Yes Missy. Yes! I'll be there. Rikki."

Janice Thompkins sat at her desk at the Learning Center where she now worked. Here she was doing the same thing she did in high school, tutor students. But at least she was getting paid better for it.

She divided up the mail for the employees and was surprised to see the envelope addressed to her. She inwardly groaned as she read it. Ten year class reunion, she didn't really have too many friends in her year but had rather developed "relationships" with the younger students she tutored.

With a sigh she pulled out her cell phone and began to make the RSVP call. What the hell, she might as well go, who knows how much the others changed. She left her name, number and her agreement to go on the voicemail.

Bumpity

Margaret Malone

Messages, confirmations, she scrawled down names so she could pull out the yearbook (a paper thin piece of shit) that she had kept around just in case. Later she could deal with the details, for now she just sent out the information required and poured a glass of wine.

She shrugged off her jacket, her job, well she was going to have to practice a lie, and she was a fairly good liar. Considering that she raked it in among her poker buddies. She laughed, and finished her glass of wine as she headed to the bathroom, shedding clothes as she started a bubble bath.

At least the location would be nice, one of those smallish resorts just enough to hold the 20-30 people who would show up, in a peaceful locale where the weather was WARM. Iowa was just coming out of winter, and she had already booked her flight, now it was simply a matter of buying warm weather clothing. She couldn't remember the last time she had worn a swim suit.



OOC will give one more week to post traveling and expect people to arrive at reunion near end of month.