Miss Them All [open]

God fucking damn it all.
There wasn't anything here either.

Preston stood at the end of the bleachers, overlooking the football field and playing no mind to the jocks warming up for the new season. He held his hands out towards the sky, eyes squinting at the soft glass phone held in his hand. Every now and then, some alert would pop up; a message from his brother, a shout-out from some girl, especially update after especially update, but he couldn't bring himself to care about any of that. There was only a single thought on his mind.

There wasn't one fucking pokemon in site anywhere in this shitty ass town.

He had been so excited, so damn thrilled, that they were remaking an old mobile real-time game that he had missed out on. It had been before his time, before he was born and put reread out before he knew what the franchise even was. But it was awakening again. He'd finally had his chance...

Until he remembered the school was, after all, in the middle of nowhere. Beata blocked many signals to protect itself, if the low ass population would even be enough to grab the games attention in the first place. He had no chance. None.

"Just my luck," He groaned, unaware if anyone else might be around, or how strange he might look waving his phone around in every direction.

Erika had come to the bleacher just because the place was the only place where she could hide and read, smelling the fresh air that the Initiate dorms lacked greatly. It was pleasant to be outside, she thought, but it just wasn't her thing. Her thing was reading. Well yes, she could do other stuff aside from reading half of the day. She was able to read for 30 hours straight. No, that was about reading too.

It had all been pleasant, ignored by the jocks warming up, thinking themselves to be to cool for a nerdy girl reading in the bleachers, not giving them a single look, simply buried into her book. But then 'That Guy' appeared.

Yes, Subject 'That Guy' was an ordinary boy that she had sadly diagnosed with complete dumbness. He had been simply waving his phone around like a monkey investigating a mirror. The theory that he was a shaved ape could come in handy as well, for a softer approach.

"You know there is medication for that kind of problem." she said from her spot in the bleachers, her face dominating with calm patience and cold pity.

Soft footsteps sounded as Anima approached the field. She had simply been going for a walk and initily didn't plan on going anywhere near the field, especially with all the jocks that were present. But out of the corner of her eye she'd seen a figure swinging... something through the air, and her curiosity got the best of her. As she approached however, she recognized who was flailing their phone about. She hadn't spoken to Preston in quite some time, even if it was more coincidence than anything. Anima began to take another step, intending to approach Preston when she jumped slightly, hearing another voice and freezing where she was for a moment.

In sheer stubbornness, he held out the small hope that something, anything, would pop-up on that small screen at any given time. With each passing moment, however, he felt more and more of his will slip away. With a small sigh of resignation, Preston took a step back onto the concrete, disappointment taking over him over. There wasn't much that seemed to be going all too well for him lately, it seemed.

He might have just left then and there hadn't some passive-aggressive bitch dragged him out of his own pokemon-less, little world. The Autumn snapped his phone shut, raising an eyebrow and looking her over. Skinny legs, short hair, and face buried in her own book. She hadn't even the manners to look up at him.

"Who took a piss in your cheerios, Deary?" He mused, putting on a smirk. Out of the corner of his eye, down in the fields, he hardly noticed a familiar face looking up at the two of them. This uppity girl had all his attention.

Erika hardly seemed to keep focus on the boy before she just put her face back into her book. Why would she even want to have her attention on the stupid boy if she could just read? No, there was no reason for her to keep paying attention to him. She might have even left right there. But then he said, well, something. She wasn't even sure if that was supposed to mean something, and that was something for a girl feeding her brain with dictionaries. Well, she might have forgotten something from when she was four.

She skipped on the benches until she reached the one facing her straight with the boy. And by straight, that meant she needed that bench to be truly face to face. Ah, how much she already appreciated the bleachers. Holding the book in one of her hand, her finger placed between the pages where she was, she lifted one eyebrow at him.

"It's worse than I thought! Now you're babbling around. Stage two of madness." she said and her voice this time sounded cheerful as she gave him a grin. She turned her head slightly to see another girl by, and she gave a a thumps up, signaling 'I got this!'.

Anima watched as things continued between Preston and the girl she didn't recognize, who was markedly shorter than him. Anima had just started to relax slightly when the short girl turned towards her, giving her a thumbs up. Even though it obviously wasn't meant to, it startled Anima. At least it probably meant things were going well in between the two, at least? She contemplated approaching the two, but at the same time she could always just leave... However, her curiosity got the best of her and Anima started to nervously approach the two, holding her notebook tightly against her chest, only helping to display how nervous she was.