The Reunion (open thread)

[Mystic_Visions]

OOC - This is an open thread for any and all who wish to join in. The setting is Meadowview High's Class of '92 Ten Year Reunion. Meadowview is a fictional town modeled after where I grew up on Long Island, NY(and this is where Meadowview is located also). As this is an open thread, you can be whomever you'd like, just asking that not everybody be super rich and successful. I am a newbie starting this, so I especially invite all other newbies to join in, plus would love for some of the 'pros' to coma and teach us a thing or two.

James McCarthy

I recieved the invitation about two months ago. My ten year reunion. God, has it really been that long? I held that paper in my hand for a few moments, my mind drifting back to those days. The best years of your life, that's what people say about high school. Hell, not if they were me. Standing at 5'6" and wieghing 255 lbs when in school was hard enough, but being the honor student and tuba player in the band made it hell. I shivered at the thought. I remember being one of the few kids who had to stay home on prom night, I even remember the crushing words of that little sophomore I asked, 'You're not cute enough.' Why would I want to return? Now mind you, after school I had a late growth sprut, bringing me to my current 5'8". Hell and after years of dieting, the pounds finally came off when I began smoking. Who would have thought, the short, fat kid would lose almost 100 pounds in the year after school. I smiled at that, and had decided to go.

So here it is, my flight is about to depart. It will be a long flight, straight from LAX to JFK, so I decided to bring the old yearbook to look through on the flight. I can't wait to see all of those faces from ten years ago. Would they remember me? I think again about what I hope to prove there. I certainly haven't achieved my career goals, having dropped out of college after only one year. But still, managing the restaurant gives me a decent living. Plus, this vacation will do me good. My friends have been trying to get me to re enter life again after my engagement to Claudia fell apart. So, maybe this will be good after all. Maybe seeing my old classmates will help me to truly forget her, even if only for the week of the reunion. As I thumb through the old photos, I chuckle at all the styles from ten years ago. Hell, my class was probably responsible for one of those holes in the ozone layer, with all the hairspray that was used to keep those tresses reaching for the sky. Then I come upon her picture. The secret object of my affection all those years. I wonder what would have happened if I had actually had the courage to tell her?

The jet taxis to the runway, and begins accelerating for take off. With the engines whining, the silver bird begins it's ascent into the heavens. 'Well, I guess there's no turning back now', I think to myself. I recline in my chair and doze off...


The flight was uneventful, and surprisingly, the rental company actually had my car ready. As I leave the airport behind me, I enter the late evening traffic on the expressway, heading east to my boyhood home. It all looks so familiar, yet still, so different. Trying not to think to much, I pop a CD into the car's radio, and let the sounds of Miles Davis take me to the hotel. As I pull in, I can tell that not many of my old classmates have arrived yet. That or they are staying elsewhere. I go check in, and drop off my bags in my room, not bothering to unpack. I realize that I am nervous, so I think a drink may soothe my frazzled nerves. Heading out to the rental, I see and old cafe I remember from my youth. Heh, I remember drinking in Guillermo's at 17 with my coworkers, one of whom was dating the bartender, so I never had to worry about being carded. Figured, might as well head in there now that I'm legal, who knows, if it is still the local's haunt, I might run into someone before the reunion 'officially' began.

I take a seat at the sparsley populated bar, order a Crown & Water, and gaze about the room, looking for a familiar face...



edited for some spelling mistakes

 

[catlover]

Frank

When the invitation arrived I thought back to my high school years. I was the class nerd. A bookworm and out of the loop in the social circles. I had plenty of friends, but not the right ones.

I was an avid sports fan, but not a participant except in golf, and of course that was looked down upon by all the jocks, although I did make all league my senior year but the final tournament was just a week before graduation. I didnt even go. they mailed me the diploma and off I went to the navy.

Jut last year I returned home to enter the family business, and hadnt seen anyone since I left home all that time ago. I wondered who might be there, so thought it was worth going if only to see.

 

[gaigirl]

Laurie

Sitting in her office, reading the invitation that had come in the mail today announcing her ten-year high school reunion, Laurie was surprised by the intensity of her reaction. She hadn't had a great time in high school, and looking back on it, there was no way she could ever call those years a happy time in her life. Never one to have been overheard humming Be True to your Schoooool...Laurie was much more atune to Janis Ian's At Seventeen.

Laurie had been voted the most pessimistic in her senior class poll for the yearbook. The memory of the moment she was asked to leave class to go have her photo taken for the Senior Class Poll came crashing back to flood her mind, as she sat at her desk, transported back in time. They hadn't told her which category she had been selected for. Several months later, when she had opened her annual for the first time, she had been so humiliated that she had run crying to the bathroom.

Though high school wasn't the happiest time Laurie could recall, there had been some good friends. Laurie wondered about a few of them as she put the announcement in the 'pending' file on her desk. I wonder if I should go?

Laurie thought about the reunion even after she left her office and was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She thought about Shane, the the boy that had asked her to the only school dance she had attended. I'm sure he's married. And probably has children. What am I thinking? I'm married! I hope he is happy. There was so much haunting him. I'd love to see him again, and know that he is well.

 

[Snork Maiden]

OOC:
Name: Rebecca Hanlon
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5’5
Weight: 120lb
Appearance: Gothic dressed, Black Skirt, Black blouse, very Black indeed complete with heavy black eye makeup and blue lipstick

IC:
The head stewardess’ voice crackled over the speakers,

Ladies and gentlemen we shall be landing shortly at Newark. The cabin crew will be passing along shortly to collect the headsets. Could passenger please ensure that their seats are in that upright position and that any hand luggage is stowed securely in either the overhead bins or under your seat. You are reminded that seat belts should remain fastened after landing until the indictor lights are extinguished. We hope you have had a pleasant flight and on behalf of Flight and the Cabin crews we thank you for flying Delta Airlines. Welcome to New Jersey.

The speakers fell silent and people around me started to prepare for the landing. The aircraft dipped it’s wings slightly as it circled to attain the correct approach path revealing the now brown covered hills of Jersey and the commercial belt which stretched out around Newark and the its surrounding suburbs.

A stewardess passed by as promised and collected the headset, checking the seats were uprights and my belt was fastened. I smiled pleasantly at her thanking her as I passed them to her.

“What will the weekend hold in store”, I thought to myself. It had been a long time since I had even spoken to any of my class mates. True I had remained in contact for the first few years after graduating but the spaces between call had grown from weeks to months and then to years before petering out completely. “How many people would be there?”,

I pondered struggling even to remember the names of people. “My god, if I can’t even remember the names how am I going to recognise the faces”.

My memories of memories of Meadowview High were at best a scattered pastiche of hi jinx and detentions. Not having been what people would have called a model student I had made my own way in life as a designer much with out the help of academia. Ok so I wasn’t the next Lauren Ashley and my clothes hardly ‘haute couteur’ but I did alright and lived comfortably yet solitarily in my View Ridge apartment in Washington State. A string of whirlwind yet non committal relationships each of which had increased my levels of cynicism I wondered how much better the rest of the class of ’92 had faired.

The tone of the aircraft engines changed as it made its decent and I could feel the familiar ear popping pressure building. The ground began to rise toward the aircraft more rapidly now. I hated landings, I closed my eyes and pushed my tongue back in my mouth swallowing. The sounds around me instantly becoming clear and louder again as my ears cleared once more. Minutes later the ground made contact with the plane, a slight jolt and a roar of sound as the engines throttled to slow the craft causing the plane to vibrate slightly.

I gritted my teeth “Nearly done, nearly done” I said to myself as the plane slowed to a crawl and taxied to the terminal.

After performing the necessary ritual of baggage retrieval, I made my way with my baggage trolley to the Hertz Car rental stand.

A pleasantly dressed woman was attending to a small queue of people and I took my place waiting. I looked around the Arrivals lounge and spotted the Starbuck’s “Yes !”, that was definitely the next point of call.

“Hi there, can I help you”, the girls voice snapping me back to reality.

“Oh, hey, sure”, I hesistated collecting my thoughts again,

“The name’s Hanlon, Rebecca Hanlon, I think I have a reservation.”, I replied

“Let me just check for you”, the girl replied tapping deftly on the small keypad in front of her and peering at the flat screen.

“Boy those things were everywhere”, I thought to myself reminiscing on the sight old bulky monitors that used to fill these service desks.

“O…k”, the girl continued, “do you have your booking reference Ms Hanlon”.

I fumbled momentarily in the side pocket of my pocket book, “Here you go”, I smiled passing the confirmation slip to the girl.

“That’s fine”, she replied, she pulled a drawer beside her open and retrieved a set of keys. “Ok”, she replied, “these are the keys, the licence number is on the tag and the section and lot number are here” , she pointed out the penned figures on the tag.

“thanks”, I replied, signing the paperwork she had pushed in front of me.

“It should be fully gassed, just check before you leave” the girl continued.

I thanked her and bid her a good day, and pushed my trolley towards the coffee bar. I needed that coffee.

The Arrival’s lounge speakers rattled on announcing the arrivals, I had to say I was consciously looking to see if I could recognise anyone. Silly though it seemed, there was always the possibility that someone else was going to the reunion and might have landed here in Newark.

I finished the coffee and proceeded to the parking lot to find my car. A red Pontiac, ok I guess I could handle that for a few days at least. Stowing my luggage in the trunk I checked the gas levels and then set off on my way.

I figured it would take about an hour to an hour and a half. depending on the New Jersey Turn Pike and Queens midtown tunnel after that a straight drive up I 495. As it turned out the journey was relatively relaxed, the traffic was busy on the turnpike but it was late afternoon and to be expected. Once through Queens it eased and I flick the radio to tune into a local station.

I entered Meadowview around 6.30 and decided I needed at least a drink and a sandwich. The in flight meal having been totally inedible as usual, I wondered why the airlines actually bothered to pretend they had something good to eat- they might just as well serve cans of pop and sandwiches. I pulled up outside the Crown and Water. God that brought back some memories – I laughed to myself. I closed the car door and locked it before entering the bar.

 

[Markfuscius]

When she'd gotten the letter, Alison's memory flooded her mind. She remembered all the people she'd dated, all the dances, everything. She hadn't been extremely social or popular, but she knew enough people in the band to never been in need of a date for any outing. Then graduation, then getting her MBA up in Boston, then moving back here and marrying her highschool sweatheart. Now, a few years later, she was running a small financial consulting firm out of her home. Posh job, bright kids, and a lovely wife. The American dream.
Except maybe that the kids were artificially inseminated because neither she nor Erin wanted much to involve a man in the relationship.
Naturally, Erin insisted that they go.
"Just like all those dances you dragged me to?" Alison had asked, knowing it'd really bug Erin to drag up something like that.
"Of course! It'll be just like the prom, remember? You wore that really impressive tux? Besides, maybe we'll run into some of our old flings," Erin added with a sly grin.
That's what worried Alison the most...

Now it was Friday, the night before the reunion. Erin was back from work and agreed to watch the kids, because Alison needed a drink and some time to remenisce.
After walking the four blocks to the bar, Alison pushed open the door and sat down at the end of the bar, leaving the seat just to her right open for Erin out of habit.
She got her usual merlot and began to let her mind drift...

OOC: If anyone wants to rp Erin, go ahead, otherwise I'll just haver her kind of tag-along.

edit: whoops forgot a physical description ^.^;;

Alison
age: 28 (of course)
ht: 5'10"
130 lbs
short, red hair
somewhat pale
~B cup

I'll leave Erin's description open incase anyone wants to RP her.

 

[Angelofsex]

Megan O'Brian

OOC:

Name: Megan O"Brian

Hair: red

Eyes: green

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 130

In high school she had a problem with weight. With the ten years gone by, no one will know it is her.

IC:

Looking at herself in the mirror, I look damm good now. When the invite came, I almost said no. Then thinking I say yes to the reply. I more going to see what they are going to say, and with this outfit I look like a model.

This red dress I got will go good with my hair. Show all my curves in the right places, with the black stockings and three inch heels to finish it off.

First time I will be seeing any of them. There was this one guy I had the biggest crush on, what was his name, oh yes smiling. We will see if he will be there.

Now out of this dress and backinto my jeans, top and sneakers. Have to get ready to go to the gym. Have to stay in fit now.

 

[Mostly Oxygen]

OOC:

I’m new to this site also and this looks like a good thread to get my feet wet in. I hope there is still room?

IC:
Ethan Cross

Ethan glanced quickly at the in-basket then at the clock, 2:30, phew! What a week it had been, he was going to enjoy the much-needed week off from the emotionally draining job of a social worker. Ethan found the bureaucratic red tape of government policy limiting and was beginning to feel especially ordinary. Ellen, whom he had met and shared his life with since college had recently taken advantage of an opportunity and moved to the west cost to do her clinical and post grad studies. Ethan had been seduced by the allusion that he could make a difference in the social services sector as a counselor, but now those allusions were beginning to shatter and he was rethinking the choices he had made. He really need some time off to relax and to enjoy himself for a week.

Ethan walked through the park on his way home, the full summer leaves caught and reflected the afternoon sun and provided a relatively enjoyable walk. His apartment was only a ten-minute walk from the county offices and since he rarely left the city, he found little use of the expense and hassle of an automobile and had taken to riding a ten-speed when walking was not practical. Besides, a social workers salary did not provide a great deal of flexibility in his cash flow.

Ethan spotted the mailman halfway through the park and adjusted his gait such that they would arrive at his apartment at about the same time. “G’after noon, Frank,” Said Ethan.

Frank looked up at Ethan and smiled, “Hey Ethan, looks like you have a bunch of mail here today.”

Ethan accepted the bundle of letters, wishing Frank a good weekend and began sorting the junk-mail from the bills and letters as he climbed the steps to his first floor apartment. He looked curiously at one letter in particular, the return address seemed vaguely familiar, he placed it on top of the pile while he opened the door and entered.

Ethan stretched his slender six-foot frame on the ottoman and opened the letter. He had completely forgotten about his ten-year high school reunion and now they were sending a reminder to the letter that he had read last .., no, two weeks ago; probably because he had forgotten to respond to the rsvp request. Hmmm, he thought back, the names and faces were a blur, would he know anyone there? Or would anyone remember him? He got up and walked over to the mirror, checking his look and feeling pretty sure that he had not changed in appearance that much except that he had filled out a little bit to 185 lbs. He had always been a lanky kid with freckles and curly hair. He had never been much of an athlete or an especially gifted student for that matter. Ordinary, just an ordinary kid back then, much the same as he felt like now. He thought for a minute and decided, why not? There were a lot of ordinary kids that went to Medowview and it might be fun even if nobody remembered him now and besides, he could use the diversion.

He made the reservations at a hotel and would take the evening train, that’d give him time to re-acquaint himself to the area and possibly recognize someone at one of the local hangouts. During the ride he found himself thinking fondly of a girl he had an affinity for back then and wondered if she were married, happy, or even if she would be there this week.

 

[Waynegod69]

David Judge

Height: 6'1
Weight: 208
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green

"Off the boat, and onto the plane."
He stood on the dock, a duffle bag slung over his right shoulder and a small gym bag in his left hand. His beat up jacket, an old Carhart, just barely shielded a cool Kentucky wind.
He'd been on the Tow-boat, the M/V Ashland, for forty days and was a little worse for ware. His arms were tired, his hands swollen. Every muscle in his body seemed to scream out in agony.
"What a way to end up after highschool," he thought, "In Kentucky over New York. On a boat instead of a football team."
He laughed outloud as he started his walk to the parking lot, a day's growth of shadow on his jaw.
"Hope they all still like me," he said with a grin.

 

[Nightingale]

Shane Forester

ooc:
Shane is about 6'1, 180, african-american. In HS, the kid came from a VERY religious family, and he conducted himself as such. No partying, no misbehaving and absolutely NO SEX. He probably went on only one date to only one school function in his teenaged years. But college worked wonders for his social life, and now the guy is a party animal, not to mention a bit promiscuous. The music and ballet lessons he was enrolled in payed off. He graduated with a BFA in dance, is currently a casino dancer in Las Vegas, and quite the accomplished singer, looking to break into popular music.

ic:
I regret not spending my time with more people up here in New York. Not that I really could have back then. When your Dad is a preacher, and your Mom is expected to keep up that picture perfect image, you find yourself on lock down more often than not. Ah well, that's what I get for not being my own person.

Good ole Meadowview. Public school... or as my Dad liked to put it, "A cesspool of adolecent sin." Boy did my old man have it wrong. College was the sin cesspool. High school couldn't even compare.

I'm glad my boss gave me offa work. With my hair this long, no one's gonna recognize me. Man, Mom flipped when I decided to grow dreadlocks, but I'm glad I let them get this long. Besides, everyone at work seems to think they add character. Go figure.

I open up my suitcase in the hotel room and try to decide on a suitable outfit. Something that says "single and ready to party," but not "eligible gay bachelor." The age old question- What to wear?

 

[smilingblues]

Sorry...I won't be able to do this. I apologize and wish you all well with this SRP.

 

[gaigirl]

Laurie and Shane

Walking through the airport looking for the shuttle to Long Island, Laurie was filled with anticipation. Since she had decided to come to the reunion, thoughts of Shane consumed her mind. As she passed other travelers on the concourse, she searched their faces, almost expecting to find Shane. Somehow, she knew he would be coming also. What will he look like? Will he recognize me?

Laurie found the shuttle, bought a ticket, boarded, and settled into her seat for the trip to Meadowview. Her relationship with Shane had been complicated. He was from a religious family, and her family was also very conservative when she had been at home. There had been nothing physical between Shane and Laurie, but they had shared an intimacy that had connected their souls on a spiritual level.

The past ten years had brought almost a complete reversal to Laurie's high school innocense. Over the years, Laurie had occasionally thought that Shane should have been her first lover. She hadn't been ready at the time, but in the last weeks since she had received the reunion invitation, Laurie couldn't shake the idea that perhaps the right time was now.

She didn't try to understand the sexual thrill that washed over her whenever she thought of Shane, but since deciding to attend the reunion, she had thought long and hard about what might happen between them if he showed up. There was no if about it. Laurie was sure that Shane would be there. There was no explanation for how she knew, she just did.

As the shuttle pulled out of the airport and into traffic, Laurie searched her memory for the details of how she and Shane had come to lose track of one another. Asking herself when she had last heard from or of him last, Laurie came up with no clear answers. She faintly remembered writing to him after she had been hired as soprano solist for a concert with the Utah Symphony. That had been a big moment for Laurie, her first professional appearance, and she had wanted to tell Shane about it.

Of all the friends from her high school years, only Shane knew that Laurie had changed her major to music halfway through her second year of university, and that she had begun to entertain the notion of becoming a professional singer. In high school, Laurie had sung in the choir, but she had never been chosen for a solo, and it was unlikely that any of her classmates would think of her as a singer. As a high school student, Laurie would have been petrified performing in front of an audience, although she had enjoyed music. Shane had always known that there was something in Laurie that needed to sing the solos, and he had encouraged her to pursue music, and to try to come out of her stage fright. In those days, Laurie had laughed off his suggestions, so when she had finally achieved a level of success as a singer that she felt was pride-worthy, she had written to Shane to tell him. He didn't answer the letter, and before long, Laurie's career had taken her through many cities and states. Larie had no idea where Shane had landed.

Although she didn't know where Shane was living, or what he was doing, Laurie knew that he would be there, and that he would look better than ever. Because of his strict parents, he had always been very clean cut. A walking advertisement for a Sears' catalogue. Laurie felt that the image Shane had presented in high school was probably not what she would see this weekend.

Shane had been the kind of boy who never could have come into his own while under his parent's roof. She knew Shane had left home for university, and assumed he had changed a lot since escaping the religious regime of his parents. She wondered if she would recognize him.

Laurie had also changed considerably. She had lost a lot of weight since high school. Her stage experiences as a soloist, and as an opera singer had brought her a posture and carriage that was taller, more graceful, and much more confident. She had carefully chosen a rather provocative dress for the party, as if she were daring Shane to immediately recognize her. She doubted that any of her other classmates would know her right off, but something told her that Shane would.

 

[Subo97]

Chuck Baker

A reunion? At first the idea seemed absurd, high school had been a major inconvenience, just a pit stop in teh long road race of life, but the more Chuck thought, the more intrigued he became. He wondered if the others had changed as much as him, then wondered if he had changed at all. His high school career was nondescript, he had done whatever it took to get out and not excel, blooming in college instead, even sexually. Shy and awkward around girls, because he was unsure of himself, he had been a bit of a loner, preferring to hang out with the "hoods" smoking cigs and pretending he didn't care if he was left out. college had been something else. He had found himself and was amazed that women responded to his newborn confidence. He may have been a late bloomer, but he'd been blooming ever since.

Chuck had just switched careers from business to teaching, of all things, business bored him, money or no, and at least teaching was a perpetual learning experience.

There were some classmates that stood out, some he'd like to see. He wondered if Ethan Cross still like to blow a joint once in a while, something tha teaching and drug testing had forced Chuck to let go, Jennie Zelinowski was a legend, who knows who else.

But life is a gamble, and what's the worst that could happen? Not likely he'd be run out of town by an angry mob, if it wasn't fun or enlightening, Chuck would just leave to make his own fun like he always did.

And so it was, Chuck walked int Guillermo's on Friday night, looking for early birds and and late bloomers'

 

[catlover]

Frank

the time got close. I still lived nearby, and I thought about what to wear. I was so shy in my high school days, but after seeing a lot of the world I was ready to take on all comers, especially the ones that put me down way back then

There was one girl especially I wanted to see. Her name was Megan. we were casual friends and never dated, but we were kindred spirits. She was a little heavy and not into girl's sports, so she wa a bit of an outcast too, and from time to time we talked about it, leaning on ech other for support. I wasnt ready to date though so nothing came of it, and I wondered if she would be there

 

[Snork Maiden]

My eyes adjusted quickly to the subdued lighting of the bar of the Crown and Water. I stood near the door and surveyed the place. Things had certainly changed over the past 10 years, and yet there were still a few things that stirred the memory. The ornaments and pictures had a vague familiarity the carpet had of course been changed as had the décor.

A jukebox was playing some current chart song whilst a small group of youths stood around the pool table, laughing and talking. That indeed stirred memories of the summer of 91 and 92. I walked over to the bar. A man about my own age stood drinking at the bar, I glanced at him he was medium built, in pretty good shape from what I could see of him but his face didn’t spark any recognition, then again, I thought to myself I doubt if I would actually recognise anyone.

I pulled the bar stool closer to the bar and climbed into the seat a the barman approached smiling.

‘Good Afternoon’, his voice boomed enthusiastically, sensing a dead cert vending opportunity as he wiped his hands on the white bar cloth he had tucked in the waist of his pants. ‘What can I fix you?’, he asked.

‘Hey’, I smiled back studying him too. Nope didn’t recognise him either, gosh this was stupid, I could just imagine myself spending the whole weekend, looking at people expecting them to be some long lost high school buddy. Truth of the matter was, I hadn’t been especially social as a teenager something to do probably with my attire and musical tastes which hadn’t really changed a great deal over the past decade. ‘I’ll have a Blue Moon thanks..’, I replied as he leaned on the bar opposite me, ‘And and have you got a menu, I could really kill for club sandwich right now?’ , I smiled as I answered him.

The bar man, pulled a shaker glass from the shelf and started filling it with beer. ”Yah sure thing!” replied wandering back down the bar aways to fetch a folded piece of laminated cardboard. ‘Here you go he, smiled as resumed the beer pouring activity. ‘You from outta town ?’ he asked pleasantly as he lifted the glass placing it on a paper coaster in front of me.

‘Yeah, actually, I’m visiting just for the weekend’, I replied, ’I just flew in from Seattle. There’s a high school reunion thing happening here, I haven’t really been back to Meadowville for over 8 years now. Things sure seem a bit different.’

‘Oh Okay,’ he replied, yah I think I read in the local paper something about that, sure hope it goes well for you. You know I had a reunion party about 3 years ago back in White Plains. Have to say I didn’t go so well.’ He laughed, funny how people change over time, still like I said I hope it goes better for you.

‘White Plains, jeez I haven’t been over there for ages’, I laughed back with him, ‘gosh I used to spend hours in the malls over there, has it changed much.

‘Nah not really, of course the malls are pretty much the same, but a lot more people use the Pallisades now of the NJ Turnpike.‘ he replied

‘Yeah I think that was just being built when I left , I guess that attracts quite a few people from New York and Jesrsey too. Makes sense though”, I continued, lifting the beer to my mouth and taking a mouthful. Wow that tasted good. I glanced over the menu and ordered an open steak sandwich and fries

‘Seems the way everything is going these days’, the Barman replied ‘convenient for folks and easier to access’

I nodded, glancing about the bar to see if there was anyone else here I might even vaguely recognise.

The barman disappeared with my sandwich order returning to serve the youths who were now lighting up cigarettes between games of pool. After serving the sodas he returned back to talk. ‘Sandwich will be few minutes Miss, gotta wait on them fries’, he smiled

‘No problem,’ I answered, ‘hey actually while you’re here, do you know of any motels nearby where I can book a room for a night or 2 ‘

‘Sure thing, Brady’s is probably your best bet, just outta town about half mile up on the right.’,

‘That sounds ideal’, taking another mouthful of beer, ‘I sure hope the weekend does go well, I could do with a bit of fun’, I winked at him jokingly.

‘I’m sure it will’ he replied, he disappeared again returning with my sandwich and some utensils. ‘You can eat here at the bar’ he said ‘or one of the tables if you prefer’ indicating some window tables.

“Thank you , I replied I’ll think I will use a table.” , I replied

“You go ahead I’ll bring your food over”, he offered seeing my hands were full of pocketbook and beer

Settling down to enjoy my meal I watch through the window of the bar to see if I recognised any passers by.

 

[Angelofsex]

Megan O'Brian

Waking up the next morning, thinking of the reunion. I wonder, there was these two that I did talk to once in a while. Let me think, as I pour coffee, Frank that is his name. Also Rebecca, our lunch was at the same time, so we got to know one another alittle. It would really be nice to see them,

When I move from Long Island to New Jersey seven years ago, didn't think I would be here still. Now to go back, and see everyone, don't know if I am ready for that. I know I told them I will be there, but still don't have to go.

Well time for my shower, have a hair appointment at 11am. If I do go, have to look great.

 

[Nightingale]

Shane Forester

Well, it is a reunion afterall, this outfit should go over nicely. Now to hang everything up and check out this hotel, and maybe see bikinis in the pool. No Shane, first thing's first. I need a drink. My first drink EVER in New York.

I walk out of my hotel room, taking care to close the door and pocket my key-card, traipse down the hall, and press the down button on the elevator. This is going to be a damn trip. Meadowview High, I'd always regarded that place as a prison, and its people as stifling as all hell. Then why was I even going to this reunion. Probably my own little fuck you to everyone who called me a socially inept Jesus-freak back when I was 15 years old and impressionable. Kids sure could be mean.

Well, it wasn't all bad. I had played soccer for a few years, scored a few times, made a few friends. There was the theatre, which was always a great outlet, if my dad approved of the subject matter of whatever play Meadowview was doing. And then there was Choir, with Laurie, and...

Laurie! Holy shit. There's a name I haven't thought of in awhile. My god, how long has it been since... since anything. Laurie was the one kid who ever really tried to understand me, and even though she probably couldn't completely sympathize, we sure did have alot in common. She was the only girl I ever went on a date with, that one school dance. HA! I stayed about five feet away from her everytime we went out onto the floor. "Leave room for the bible," my parents would always say. What the hell was I thinking. How did I even lose touch with her, she was actually a good friend. Of course, my moving to Las Vegas probably didn't help. I wasn't in the frame of mind to tell anyone about that.

Wow, I wonder why we never actually hooked up. Of course it was a very complicated thing back then, in High School. Laurie was a pretty girl. Well, hell, she was damn gorgeous, one of the brightest smiles I ever saw, but she was way too hard on herself- her weight, her grades, everything. It was as if she was afraid of people and what they thought of her. Of course, I was in no real position to date anyone back then, I hadn't come into my own yet.

Secretly, I'd always harbored a voracious sexual appetite. Back then I'd always thought about what Laurie would be like in the Virginal sack. I figured once she let go of all of her vulnerabilities, damn girl would turn into a bedroom tiger! But I quickly chastised myself for those thoughts.

Well, I'm not the Shane Forester of 10 years ago, so maybe I'll entertain those thoughts again. Wonder what she'll look like! Wonder what she'll think of me. Then again, I could wonder the same thing about the Cheer Captain from senior year... man that girl was a looker.

I step off of the elevator, and take my first steps towards the bar. I'm such a horny bastard!

 

[gaigirl]

Shane and Laurie

I step off of the elevator, and take my first steps towards the bar. I'm such a horny bastard!

The shuttle bus pulled up in front of the hotel and Laurie gathered her things, stepped off, and went inside to check in. At the front desk, Laurie was told that her room wasn't quite ready yet, so she decided to go have a glass of wine in the bar while she waited.

Laying her garment bag and her black leather jacket on the stool at the end of the bar, Laurie sat down next to her things. "What can I get for you?" asked the bartender. Laurie ordered a glass of riesling.

"Here on business?" the bartender asked, as he brought Laurie her wine.

"Nope. Ten year class reunion." Laurie said. "I'm really nervous." She looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. A little worn from the travel, but her blue sweater brought out the red highlights in her hair, and Laurie knew she looked pretty good. She never would have worn a sweater as form-fitting as this one in high school, but she was proud of the fact that now she had a form to emphasize, and she sat up a little taller on the stool.

"Don't be nervous," the handsome bartender replied, "The point of reunions is to have fun. How long has it been since you visited Meadowview?"

"Ten years." Laurie answered. "My parents moved to Michigan just after I graduated. They say you can never go back, but honestly, I don't know why anyone would ever want to. There isn't much about my high school days that I remember with fondness."

"Then why did you come to the reunion?" probed the bartender.

"There was a guy..." Laurie started, "...I guess I am just curious..."

"If I were him, I'd be glad you came. I'm sure you'll have a good time." the bartender offered.

Laurie and the bartender continued their small talk until another customer entered the lounge. Laurie watched the man in the mirror as he approached the end of the bar. He moved in a way that seemed familiar to Laurie.It's Shane! she thought. Wow! He really has changed! So much for surprising him with my sexy dress... will he know who I am?

Laurie slid off her stool and stood, turning to face Shane. "I'm so glad you decided to come. I was hoping you'd be here," she said, holding out both hands to take his. "Are you staying in this hotel?"

 

[Nightingale]

Shane

DING

I step off of the elevator and swagger into the lobby, where one of the cleaning maids passes me by. She gives me a once over as I smile at her, a flush coming to her cheeks almost immediately.

"Are you enjoying your stay so far, sir?"

"I just got here. But my room could use a little tending to."

"I'm so sorry sir..."

"No, no problem. It's just kinda lonely up there... you know, 16th floor and all..."

"I'll bet. Maybe I can come up and turn down the covers for you?"

Wow. It was that easy? Too easy on this one. I felt like I was in some god awful porno.

"Nah, not tonight. But maybe some other time..."

I shrug at her as she gives me a dejected, but hopeful smile, and then I walk on. Man, newfound confidence sure is great. I continue to walk towards the bar, turning heads all around, if for no other reason than that my hair is so long. Well, that and I haven't shaven in afew days. Hey, they don't call it vacation for nothing, right?

I smooth out the front of my plain white tee shirt, not even bothering to tuck it in. My relaxed fit jeans are not too loose, not too tight on my lean dancer's body, which in my opinion ain't that impressive, but hey, the chicks in Vegas seem to like it. Maybe New York is no exception. Almost immediately, my eye is drawn to the bar, and the one woman there wearing a blue sweater.

"Might be cute," I think to myself, as I nod at the bartender. He smiles, indicating the brunette with his eyes. Obviously a looker. I chuckle a bit, then look in the mirror.

"She's looking at me in the mirror..." I think to myself. "I hope there's not anything weird on my face or nuthin'." I lean against the end of the bar, and the tender makes his way over to me.

"Whatcha need?"

"Gin and Tonic."

"I'm so glad you decided to come. I was hoping you'd be here."

I turned. It was the woman in blue, and she was headed over to me. Confusingly, I arched an eyebrow.

"Are you staying in this hotel?" she asked, reaching her hands out to me.

"Yes ma'am," I say, matter of factly. The bartender is obviously impressed at my apparent powers of chick-getting, even though I have no idea what the hell just happened. "Just like you, I assume?"

She comes closer, about to grasp me, and as she confidently touched her hands to mine, like electricity, my skin tingled, and my eyes instantly went to hers. There, in that face, I saw something I hadn't seen in quite some time.

"Wait... wait... oh my god. LAURIE? Damn girl, look at you!" I immediately pull her in for a hug, gently embracing an old friend! I hadn't even seen her face until that moment. God DAMN she was hot as hell, and apparently had gained a HELL of alot more confidence. Back in high school she would never have worn a sweater like that. She'd make some comment about her boobs being too small to fill it out, and her stomach being too big. But now. Man, she'd lost a bit of weight, but not too much. She was... well... just fuckin' right! I must say, I was enjoying the embrace, as we both laughed in each others arms.

 

[Markfuscius]

Sry guys...i gotta drop out.
cya and gluck! ^.^ |/

 

[Subo97]

Chuck Baker

Chuck sat by the bar, drinking his beer, taking in the local atmosphere. Some things change, some never do, just like people. Different music, same old pool table surrounded by young men seeking to link up with young women, the eternal pursuit.

A gorgeous lady in a red dress sat at the other end of the bar, her legs crossed and sipping a drink. Man if she was in my high school,he thought, I'd have never forgotten, but she was the right age, more or less, and there was something vaguely familiar about her.

Always expect the unexpected, chuck thought as an incredible sight walked in the door. It was a girl named Rebecca, how in God's name did he recognize her, all in black, with blue lipstick, but incredibly it registered, like he had expected her to end up looking like this. "Becca?" he said, "Becca Hanlon<" offering his hand, "Chuck Baker, " he blurted out before even thinking whether or not she even remembered him.

 

[Mostly Oxygen]

Sorry, I have to drop out too. If I have more time I may come back later on to see if another character is needed.

good writing..

 

[intriguess]

Katrina Van Cartier

Katrina was surprised when the invitation came. She wondered why anyone would have tried to track her down. Of course it would be an interesting mix of preps looking to reclaim their glory days and people wanting to show off their new life.

She sent off the RSVP and wondered why she had. She had sworn she would never go back. She wasn't ugly, but she had carried extra pounds, and had been too smart for her own good. Of course that wasn't why she didn't want to return. Graig Taylor was why she didn't want to return. She had a crush on his best friend, Anthony, a somewhat shy, athletic guy, with italian good looks. She had been elated when he asked her out, when she found out it had all been set up by Graig she had been devestated. Her relationship with Anthony was never the same, and neither was she.

She had avoided dating entirely during high school and after a couple of bad experiences in college had cut herself off from the idea of finding someone.

Now she was going back, to the people who knew her then. She hoped some of them had changed as much as she had.

Katrina packed her clothing carefully, mostly new items as her proffessional clothing was a far cry from suitable.

The trip to Meadowview allowed her to reflect on the few people she wondered what had happened.

 

[Mystic_Visions]

OOC- sorry to have waited so long to repost (heh pretty good for the thread I started lol) but been having a really crappy week. That said, here goes...

IC

I sit there looking around the room. A few faces look vaguely familiar, but don't want to make a fool of myself approaching a complete stranger. Still, I was really hoping to see one person in particular. Guess it is a rite of passage I never completed back then, so I must finish it this time around. Hell, what am I thinking? After ten years I'm going to tell her I had loved her from afar? God, I can be such a schmuck sometimes. Heh, maybe I haven't changed that much after all. I have to chuckle to myself at that thought. I remember sitting a few seats behind Katrina in Honors English,hoping one day she would turn around and notice me. Of course, she never did. She was always after Anthony. Heh, of course, why would she notice me? The band geek hoping to compete with the star reciever on the varsity football team. I am suprised, I remember the day he approached her in the cafeteria, asking her to the dance. Seeing her so happy, I knew I never had a chance, yet it was so good to see her smiling so much. Then it all blew up. All thanks to ass, Graig. God, I could have killed him for crushing her like that. But what could I do? He was an all-county linebacker. I wouldn't have stood a chance. And as for going to her, afterwards she wouldn't even talk to any guy, much less me. Hell, she probably won't even come. Jesus, I'm driving myself crazy, I need another drink.

'Excuse me, sir? May I get another? Hell, better make it a double.' The bartender just smiles, and gets me my drink. I go to light another cigarette, realizing I've already smoked half a pack. Damn, I must be nervous.

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

I stopped at the hotel and checked in, after a hot shower I felt ready to face my old classmates. I certainly didn't feel like the chubby brainy girl next door. I was full figured still, still wore glasses, and still had long luxurious auburn hair, but I was ten years wiser, and 20 pounds lighter.

I dressed carefully black silk panties, black bra, silky cameseoule and black slip. I catch a look at myself in the mirror, I certainly looked a far cry from the proffessional counseleor. I slide on a simple black dress, modest neckline, long sleeves, skirt that would brush the top of my boots. The three inch heels made them impractical for driving but I wanted the extra height and confidence, especially tonight.

I parked outside and even after changing into my boots I waited a little longer. I finally left my car behind and headed in.

Good lord, nametags, handed out by the most annoying member of our class. I quickly grabbed mine before she could drag me into a painful conversation. I hated myself for looking for Anthony, and ended up heading to bar. I could definetly use a drink. I ordered a rum and coke and found myself scanning room for anyone familiar.

 

[gaigirl]

Laurie

"I'm so glad you decided to come. I was hoping you'd be here."

"Wait... wait... oh my god. LAURIE? Damn girl, look at you!"

Shane pulled Laurie all the way into his arms for a gentle embrace. Instinctively, Laurie tightened her arms around him, pressing the entire length of her body against his. One of her hands slid down Shane's back, and reached down to lightly squeeze his very fine butt. "You look like a desert oasis", she whispered into his ear. "Looks like both of us have grown up. I love your hair!"

Laurie planted a little kiss against Shane's earlobe, causing him to turn his face toward hers. Without considering her rather brazen behavior, Laurie pressed her lips softly against his mouth, and then took a little nibble at his lower lip. "Sweet", she murmered.

A wave of sexual current flowed through Laurie as she held Shane close and explored his backside with her hands. "You're gorgeous. I'm so glad you came. I knew you would be here. I hope you'll make some time for me this weekend."