Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160728022403

Downtown Vale, Saturday morning. The air is crisp and chill, it is 7:00 in the morning. The two teenagers sitting on the outside of the square's fountain decided to gather everyone here before it got too crowded. Lots of open space in the square, a park of rolling hills sits not far beyond the end of the concrete. Behind them, the urban sprawl of Vale is grey as the rising sun slowly illuminates the edges of the metropolis. Beside the two teenagers are a small, rectangular silver boom box and a brand new white filming drone.

Automne Reynard fidgets nervously with one arm guard as she holds her Scroll in her hand. When she'd posted their idea on the school social media page for a parkour club composed of fellow classmates, she wasn't sure if anyone would respond. Even as she glances down at the notification, clearly indicating that several people had said that they would show up, she isn't sure if it's going to work. It's way out of her specialty, being a club leader. The whole thing was Bernie's idea.

Her blonde teammate, Bernhardt Senf, crouched beside her with his arms wrapped around his knees. He seemed to be looking somewhere into the distance, but even as she noted this he glanced over and gave her a trademark grin.

"Don't tell me you're nervous?"

"Maybe a little," she replied, brushing her bangs behind her ear. "I'm not much of a public speaker."

"Then just let me do all the talking, yeah?"

"I can't let you do all the talking. It's a club for people to socialize, not for you to show off."

Bernie gave a noncommittal shrug.

"I just wanna see how good everyone is first."

Automne smiled at him teasingly, before nudging him, and saying -

"If I can beat you, then other people can too."

The two made eye contact, playfully silently challenging each other, before Automne looks down at her Scroll again.

"Well, they should get here soon." 