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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Steverooo" data-source="post: 1452914" data-attributes="member: 9410">Sunnydale High:Outside, a full moon hangs low in the sky. The clouds form a halo around it, and three multi-color rings can be seen from a distance.  Far away, a howling can be heard in the horizon. Then again, the horizon was a funny thing. For years now, Sunnydale has been a town of desolate dissapearances, mysterious happenings, and a general epicenter for the occult. The students there have seen and heard things that should only happen on TV. The local police chief, Lane O'Brien, has also witnessed a record in the mysterious crime rate, and has been working around the clock to solve these problems. Unfortunately, late at night, his officers have an uncanny way of...dissapearing. The date is August 21st, 1997. Sunnydale High School has opened its doors for student registration and book pick-up. School officially starts on Monday, August 25th, at 8:30 am. How many students will dissapear this year?In the school library, amidst a clutter of books unique and distinct, tables are set up for student registration. An enormous banner reading 'Welcome Sunnydale High, Class of 2000!' lights up the somewhat dismal decor of the library. Rupert Giles, the school librarian, sits behind a stack of musty transcripts, circling and dotting the records of missing library books with a somewhat chagrined look on his british features. Above him, the air conditioner unit hums diligantly, before coming to an abrupt stop after a furious sputter. Principal Flutie stands from his spot behind one of the registration tables. "Giles! I want that AC unit fixed before school starts. This is ridiculous; it must be 200 degrees outside."  He takes a small hankerchief from his breast pocket and dabs his face with it.  "Look, call this guy.  He has a reputaticn around town for being a cheap handiman, and I don't want to cut back on the Glee Club budget just to properly air condition the school."  Principal Flutie gives an arrogant look around the library, mildly watching the students while he speaks to Giles in his monotonous voice.  The phone number written down has a weird name written on it:  Grampa Jones.The Principal gives Giles an aggrieved look at his confusion.  "No, not tonight!  Call him in the morning."  He can be heard muttering something under his breath as he goes back to his post behind the registration table.  Giles looks wearily at his watch.  8:00... and registration would stay open until 9:00. He resists the urge to sigh.On the far side of the library, a goofy looking boy and goofy looking girl sit side by side, eagerly surfing the internet.  Well, one of them appeared to be 'eager,' the other one tapped his fingers in a bored manner.  They were two of the very few students who actually wore their nametags into the building for registration purposes.  Giles squints his eyes to get a better look.  The red-headed girl's nametag was scrawled in perfect handwriting.  "Willow Rosenberg".  The boy's name tag appeared to be scrawled -- in a chicken scratch sort of way -- "Xander Harris".  He shrugs and looks at the entrance to the library as the doors swing open.  A petite blonde enters the room, trying hard not to wobble on her uncannily high heels. She wears a hot-pink skirt and a black top, and she has an odd, nervous look on her face.  She, too, wears the crummy name tag.  It reads: "Buffy Summers".  She plays absently with a loose piece of hair, not even noticing the boys around her starting to drool. She walks hesitantly over to the shortest line, and stands behind a long-legged brunette.Unfortunately, just as she takes the final step into the line, her heel gives out, causing the petite blonde to fall, open-mouthed, to the floor in a heap.  Books and papers spill out in every which direction.The brunette turns on her heel from where she had been standing and gossiping with a group of friends.  She rolls her eyes unceramoniously and smirks.  "Watch where you're going!  This skirt cost more than your entire wardrobe!"   She studies the newer girl on the ground for a moment, before sighing and lending her a hand to help her up.  "How quaint.  You wore the name tag.  I'm Cordelia."  She looks magnificent, and long brown hair flows down her back.Entering just behind Buffy is a shorter, orange-haired boy who looks a little bit older.  He carries a backpack stuffed to the brim, and decorated with patches of local bands.  He watches the goings on with a dry sort of amusement, before his eyes seek out Willow... and a shy sort of grin falls on his face.  He is not wearing a name tag.  Behind the table, the Principal checks his watch and stands.  "Last call for registration!  Get in line now!"  He bellows, sliding his hands into his cheap suit pockets and taking a seat. A flurry of students who had been net surfing stand up and slide over to the line.[OOC: OK, guys, it's start time. Answers to your questions will be coming soon, along with a start-up post for Ryu and Angel. *grins*  Thank you for being patient!!!!! ]***</blockquote>

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