Oh No, Not Another One! [Pickie]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Was it even possible to make a math lecture interesting?

Math was one of Oliver's favorite subjects, yet he still found himself nearly dozing off a couple of times while listening to the math teacher's explanation of slope intercept form. Was it really so hard to think of a real life example to capture someone's attention? It did not help that this was the last class before lunch either. Everyone's energy was running low, and the only time things got remotely interesting happened when Mr. Bareen, the teacher, chastised one of the other students in the class. Oliver couldn't say that he was a fan of Bareen's for this particular reason. Nevertheless, he had a tendency to stay quiet in this class and just sit and do his work, meaning that he was never targeted in this class.

Of course, just because he was quiet didn't mean that he was doing the work in class. Why pay attention to a lecture on algebra that you'd heard a hundred years before? Instead, he was doodling pictures of remote control cars and skateboards onto the open page of his math notebook, full prepared to flip to a page with notes if need be. Fortunately, Bareen seemed rather...into his lecture on slope intercept, something that caused Oliver to raise an eyebrow and grin a little, but not to the point where it would be visible as anything odd to Bareen.

After he finished his doodles, however, he did something that was rather uncharacteristic for a boy his age - He began to study them, tapping his chin with his pencil as he did so. He far preferred pencils over pens for pretty much anything, and computers were so much better than typewriters! The ability to edit without having to make ghastly marks all over the place was definitely a plus of modern day technology. Part of him wished that he could be typing away his notes on a computer at the moment, but apparently most teachers as Riverdale were smart enough to realize that the chances of a student surfing the internet instead of paying attention in class were too high and shot that one down.

Probably for the best anyway. Though Oliver wouldn't be surfing the internet, he'd be toying around with wing designs. This was something he couldn't do on his notebook, for fear that someone might come across it and ask why in the world he was drawing wings on remote control cars and skateboards. For the skateboard, at least, he could think of a smart-assed answer that might deflection the tension away. Well, Marty McFly had a hoverboard in Back to the Future in 2015. I feel we're overdue for a real one. Far better than risking the reveal of the Riverdale Society of Reincarnates to any normals, right? Still, it wasn't entirely worth the risk of blowing such a carefully guarded secret.

Speaking of which, Oliver had been stealing glances over at a classmate for a while. It was another freshman male, sitting to his right, who seemed equally distracted with something. Oliver had made it his mission to figure out what in the world this other boy was doing without making it look darn obvious that he was. This was part of the reason for his own distraction, but every once in a while he would shoot another surreptitious gaze toward the boy next to him - or rather, what was on his desk - to see if it yielded any results. None yet, but Oliver wasn't one to give up too easily. Especially when he was a recruit for RSOR, and he knew from experience that odd behavior like this could be a sign. Of course, there was an equally high chance that it was nothing at all, but it was his job to scout out any potential cases, and he intended to do his job thoroughly.

Word count: 668
To: Maxwell/Pickie
Notes: I feel like this post kinda fails, but most of my starters do, to be fair. XD I should get better as we progress, lol.

[pickie]

Maxwell had always been good in math, even though he didn’t pay attention, or finished his homework most of the time. Every once in a while he would look up from what he was doing to see where the teacher was and if he thought the teacher was too close to comfort he would shut the journal he had in front of him and just sit there until Bareen was far enough away from him, the journal would be opened to the page that he had left off on.

Many pages of the journal were filled with inventions, things that he had observed around him, and even ideas for art work that just popped into his head, anything written in it was written backwards in Italian, as if afraid that someone might read it and steal his ideas. He quickly would glance around as if making sure no one was looking at him before he went back to his journals.

He was really pleased when he found out some of his inventions had been made from his old journals and they actually worked. He was very proud of himself, a little upset that not all of them worked, but that is what you get. Some things worked and others don’t. Just one more thing, he can toss into Michelangelo’s face, if he ever does meet him in this life.

It looked like he was taking notes if you weren’t paying close attention to what he was writing in the journal. He was usually left alone by Bareen, unless they were doing problems on the board, even though he didn’t pay attention he could easily give the right answer. It helped having Leonardo Da Vinci as his past life, was this class a breeze for him.

At this moment he was drawing a flying machine, at the moment. He had been studying birds more, to help get this one off of the ground. He did like airplanes and all but he wanted something more bird like that could be flown, and a greener way, so not to harm the environment. His eyes scanning over his design as he thought of what to add to it, lighting chewing in the end of his pencil, not eraser left on it made it easier to chew. Every once in a while he would tap the pencil against the sketch he did of the flying machine, adding in sketches of birds and their bones structures next to it.

His eyes darting over to the clock, wishing that lunch time would come sooner. He couldn’t really take any more of this lecture. It had felt like Bareen had been going on forever, and he had also gotten way into the lecture then he should have. Sure Maxwell loved math as much as the next mathematician did, but he sure he would never get that into the lecture.

He sighed softly before going back into his journal, deciding on what to add to his flying machine. He was sure that the boy next to him was glancing at his journal. He quickly turned his gaze on him as if making sure that he had been glancing at his journal. He was now keeping his eyes on freshman male that he was sure had been glancing at him, he just watched him for a bit before he looked back at his journal to decide what he had wanted to add to his flying machine.


Word count: 582
To: Oliver/Mandee
Notes: nope

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver absentmindedly jotted notes onto a blank page in his notebook. He had to make what he was doing somewhat believable, after all. If Bareen caught him 'goofing off' and asked him if he'd been paying attention, he could flash the teacher his notes that showed that he was indeed paying attention to the lecture. Of course, he truly wasn't. His attention was on other things. How was the teacher to know that, however? Even if Bareen decided to throw a few test questions at him, Oliver had been through this rodeo before. It wasn't his first time in high school.

While Oliver did enjoy some of the new experiences that high school brought (RSOR being the main one), for the most part he wasn't entirely thrilled with having to attend high school again. He preferred to be doing rather than sitting, and school unfortunately involved a whole lot of sitting. He would likely be taking a lot of hands on elective classes later on, but for now he was stuck with the core freshman classes, not leaving much room for anything else. His computer class was the closest he got, and even then he had to take the introductory course. He couldn't start getting into the hardware until he was done with this course. How incredibly frustrating!

Speaking of frustrating, Oliver's attention kept drifting over to the boy next to him. Oliver was persistent. He already knew that recruiting was not so simple as coming out and asking someone if they were a reincarnate. Some true reincarnates weren't so quick to accept what they were, first of all, and second of all, there was always the risk of revealing RSOR to someone who was not in fact a reincarnate at all. As far as Oliver knew, it had not happened yet, and he certainly didn't want to be the one to expose RSOR. He doubted that would go over very well with the other members.

Oliver took another short glance at the boy next to him, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that he could use. This time, he was not disappointed. He did not obtain any hints through the writing - He was not fluent in any language other than English (though he was making a feeble attempt at taking Spanish this year in school), and even if he had been fluent in Italian, he certainly would not have thought to read it backward to understand what the boy next to him was saying. While the boy gave off an odd vibe, it wasn't quite that odd!

Instead, what he caught was a drawing. A rough sketch of something that looked quite familiar to Oliver. It looked like some sort of machine, with bird like wings. Wings. A flying machine. How many fourteen year olds drew pictures of flying contraptions in the middle of class? What's more, this wasn't just a picture...it looked like a rough mechanical sketch. This was something that he could work with!

He knew he had to tread carefully at this point. He quietly ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook and began to jot a note down, under the guise of, well, taking further notes for class. In reality, he was jotting out a note to the boy next to him.

Nice bird you have there. Or is it some sort of flying machine? Either way, it looks really cool!

Oliver tried to drop a hint with his wording. Not many fourteen year olds referred to any sort of flying machine as...well, a flying machine. It was either airplane, or helicopter, or hang glider, or whatever specific type it was nowadays. Flying machine was a bit of an outdated phrase, and if this boy was a reincarnate, he hoped that he might pick up on that fact. If not, there were always other avenues, but Oliver had definitely caught the bait. He was interested now, and he had a chance to prove himself yet again. He did not want to blow it. Even if this boy wasn't a reincarnate, Oliver certainly wasn't so far gone that he couldn't pull back!

He quickly folded the note into an arrow shaped paper airplane, so that the note was on the inside. He glanced up toward the front of the room, where Bareen had his back turned as he jotted a formula down on the board. Oliver took his opportunity and tossed the paper airplane to the boy next to him. He rested his cheek on his hand and gave a wry smile as he waited for a response.


Word count: 772
To: Maxwell/Pickie
Notes: Second time typing this post...hopefully I don't accidentally delete this one. ._.