.:League of {Dreamers} // D3

Mr. Meyers wasn’t the kind of teacher that every student adored because he let them get away with just about anything. No, he wasn’t like that at all. It wasn’t that students hated him, because they didn’t. But somehow, when they walked into his classroom, they knew that he meant business. He didn’t yell – in fact, he spent the first five minutes of class joking right along with the students. But after those five minutes, if you were fooling around during one of his lessons, you had better believe that you would be put in a very uncomfortable spotlight. Kids liked Mr. Meyers, and they respected him – it was the relationship every teacher wanted with their students, but only a few were able to achieve.

But of course, he wasn’t flawless. No one was. At the start of new year, he automatically picked favorites despite himself. He did his very best not to show it, but each time he walked into the classroom, he immediately felt himself checking for their attendance before anyone else. There didn’t really seem to be a pattern to who he chose, or how many. Some of them were extraordinarily smart, and some of them were average. Some of them were trouble makers in his class, and some of them were so silent he sometimes forgot they were there. Some of them were boys, some of them were girls. Some of them were rich, and some of them were poor. He just couldn’t understand it – the variety of students that ended up on his favorite list was so large it shocked even him.

Perhaps… perhaps there was some sort of reason to it all. When he thinks about it, he realizes that the reason he’s selected these few out of all of his students isn’t because of potential or effort, like other teachers. It’s because he sees something more… complex to them beyond being the normal overachiever or underachiever or average student. They weren’t as flat, as two dimensional, as the others. Of course, there was a bit more to every person ever put on this planet. But they just seemed so much… deeper. Like everyone had some sort of labyrinth within them, and theirs were the largest and darkest and most dangerous. Mr. Meyers liked that. He loved a good challenge. The bigger and more difficult the maze, the more he wanted to try and solve it.

That year, the school had suggested adding something new to their lessons – something exciting, only for the highschoolers, of course. Mr. Meyers was permitted to create several groups of students and take them on a camping trip for one night so they could get some real, close-up experience with nature. The children of District Three were so disconnected with the world outside their window because of the district industry. This would be an opportunity for them to do something that their parents surely wouldn’t encourage enough otherwise. Of course, the trip would be within the fence, but in the wilder parts of the district. Mr. Meyers immediately agreed, and set to work putting groups together.

At first, he was just going to create them randomly, but as he selected students for the project, an idea grew. His favorite students didn’t seem to be friends with each other – in fact, they didn’t even seem to know each other. The curiosity of what would happen should he put them all in one group gnawed at him, and at last, with a shake of his head and small smile, he scratched their names down on a piece of paper and asked his wife to put together the two other groups to make it as random as possible.

A week later, Mr. Meyers ended class five minutes early and explained the project to his students. There didn’t really seem to be any reaction until he announced that it would be a required project for all had been selected, which earned a few nervous looks and maybe even one or two hopeful ones. Mr. Meyers read of the first two groups easily, but for every class to which he made the announcement, he hesitated before pulling out the third sheet. Something about it made him nervous – they were all very different people, after all. But then he’d blink, snap back to his senses (what could possibly go wrong?), and read off the names as if nothing happened. “Eliza Ashdown, Danny Brooker, Ash Castillon, Jake Miller, Jago Valour, Aiden Walker, and Ross Wolfe will make up Group Three, which will be the last group I take, scheduled for this Friday night.” He paused, taking in the reaction (they all varied just as much as their personalities did), before continuing. “We’ll meet in front of the school. I’ll supply the packs we’ll be taking, which will have a sleeping bag, bug spray, some snacks, and a water bottle. I myself will be taking up two tents, some matches, dinner that we’ll be making using a bonfire, and a first aid kit. If there’s anything extra that you want – a hairbrush, a toothbrush, a book to read, another set of clothes – you have to bring it and carry it yourselves. If you have any other concerns, see me after class.”

And after all streamed out of the room when the bell rang, he would take out that list again and eye those names. No going back now, he would think, but really, what was there to worry about? Maybe it was just the stress he was feeling more and more lately. He and his wife weren’t doing the best financially, and they had a new child ready to come any day now. He needed to lighten up. Everything would be just fine.





READ BEFORE POSTING: Okay, people, the plot has started! ^^ The thread can be found here, and everyone is required to participate in this one. Just remember, none of your characters knew each other before now – they’re meeting for the first time. You can choose to have them talk to whoever they wish, socialize, whatever for the first round of posting while they’re hiking to the campsite, and then we’ll get rolling. :D Exciting, I know. Now, before we post, Mr. Meyers mentioned above that people can bring other items, as long as they can carry them by themselves. So, here’s the deal – I want you to pack in your character’s bag one thing that connects to a secret about them. Not the major secrets I PMed you guys, but something smaller and embarrassing. For example (please please please don’t use this xD), maybe one of your characters is a huge Elvis fan, and whenever he/she is in private they belt Elvis out at the top of their lungs and do the dances and everything, so to connect to this secret your character brought an all about Elvis book. Be creative and have fun with this! The floor is open for you to be as goofy and funny as you’d like, so go for it. ^^ Also, not to ramble, but in Danny’s post I included the worksheet that they all got (this is a school project, after all). Whether your character chooses to fill it out or not is up to you – Mr. Meyers (aka, yours truly) has declared that it is not required in order to get a good grade on the assignment. Now, go on and post people! We’ve got a very fun plot to start! :D

Username: Danny
Character Wanted: Ash
Ideas for Character: I feel like she'd be the kind of person to think about what happens inside of peoples' houses. Because all her life she's been roaming around the inn her father owns, she's been good at detecting things that aren't exactly shown on the outside, and she likes it that way. And just like the personalities she tries to guess, she keeps a lot of things on the inside. Not a lot of people know what she likes and what she's good at and what she wants to be. Her dad is basically her world, but because he runs the inn pretty much by himself, she doesn't see her much. Ash will also be the type of girl that says work before work before work before work before play, a trait she's adapted from being a maid for so long. She was awfully close to her mother before she passed away, and ever since she's died, Ash hasn't really been the same energetic girl she was.
RP Sample: We're in like one million plots together lol
Other: Yes I'm doing this quick before I forget/anyone else gets it before i have a chance

Username: Shine
Character Wanted: Ash <33333
Ideas for Character: Well she would be very distant from people, always at the corner reading a book. A book that would always be with her everywhere she goes. Could I make her dyslexic? That's why she always carries the book around because she tries so hard to read it? Regarding her having good grades she would also be very attentive and take notes about what the teacher says. She would be very conservative and realistic about everything, and would often write about her observation may it be her surroundings or the people around her. She's the daughter every parent ever dreamed of having, very hard working, obedient and studious. No one would know she has dyslexia
RP Sample: HERE!
Other: OMG!!!! a Stare plot <33333