Bel Esprit Academy (( OPEN/ACCEPTING ))

[Hirosutki]

The ● Cocky Overachiever

Theo's eyes squinted from the sunlight as he glanced up from his slumber to see who had just sat in front of him.

Psh, hair dye. No self respecting man should use that crap.

Being unimpressed with his new classmates, he placed his head back in his arms and continued resting. The teacher began to take roll shortly after that. He was surprised to hear his name being called, but was even more surprised to hear 'Nadia' and having the guy respond to it. His accent was noticeably Russian, however his timbre was odd for a man.

Maybe he's gay. That would explain the hair dye.

The teacher then started her lecture about something Theo had no interest in, and thus he began nodding off again.

He better not start hitting on me. Damn fags.

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Social Butterfly

Paris left his British Literature class and wandered the halls a bit. It had been awhile since he had seen Aks and wondered where she ran off to. While in his mind he must've lost track of time because the halls had emptied and the warning bell had rang. The blonde started to rush to his second hour class. Yesterday he had skipped the class and missing two days in a room was too suspicious. He made it into his class right when the bell rang as the teacher showed him to his seat. There was an empty one in front of him.

The ● Aspiring Model

Rakuen was cursing under his breath, I just HAD to get behind the slowest people in school. He was rushing to his class as he made it to his World History class door five seconds after the bell rang. Panic was on his face, hoping the teacher wouldn't mark him down as tardy. It seemed today was his lucky day as the teacher excused it this one time and he took his seat in front of a blonde student. He blinked once, not recognizing the student from yesterday. Rakuen sat down, catching his breath and sighing in relief. The first subject was on notable Revolutions, subtracting the American Revolution that one would learn in a different class. They started off with the French Revolution.

[krazorspoon]

The ● Alien Hunter

The short girl only managed to get to her assigned spot just before the bell. She had to shove past a group of insensitive jerks and cursed them in gibberish. Scowling after an aggravated growl, Ronan sat herself in her second hour classroom. She was, again, in the front of the arrangement, but wasn't bothered by the fact. She felt she may learn better if forced to focus... not like she had much else to do. Withdrawing her green notebook from her backpack, she opened to a new page.
Ms. Lasee introduced the class by speaking a full, once-sided conversation in German. Ronan was relieved that she understood almost everything she said and when a question was asked, she was quick to form a sentence to respond. A few questions circulated dryly around the room and each student had their turn. The questions were simple to the fourteen-year-old, a few students struggled heavily. When asked the mandatory conversation was passed to her, she swirled her pen between her fingers and spoke up smoothly with a fairly accurate accent:
"Ich heiße Ronan und ich bin vierzehn Jahr alt. Ich habe ein Frettchen und er ist mein best Freund. Ich mag Außerirdischin, Natur und Spaß machen. Um, das ist alles." Of course she liked much more than the listed items; she had many other hobbies and secrets, but they weren't as sharable as what she'd said.
When the class remained quite for twenty seconds after the end of her personal account, the teacher replied by saying 'good' in German, which to the receiving student was lame. In any case, the class went on to continue the different verb endings such as; "e", "st", "t", and "en". There was a brief mention of stem-changing verbs and exceptions to the ending rules, but Ms. Lasee identified that those were lessons for much later in the term.
Ronan sighed. She already knew quite a bit of the language since she'd tried teaching herself back in grade school. In other words, this class would be a breeze.

[This Hurricane]

The ● Foreigner

Nadia found herself thinking about yesterday's fun and her friends when she realized that the room had filled up and the teacher had made her way to the front of the room. The woman took attendance and Nadia obliged with a response as her name was called. When the last name was called, Nadia had nearly forgotten that there was anyone behind her until the sleeping boy from before answered the teacher. Wayne... like John Wayne? or Bruce Wayne! The Russian girl smiled to herself and readied her pencil for note-taking.

After about twenty minutes into class, Nadia was baffled as to how this woman could make one section of a chapter last for long. Does she have the textbook memorized? Another half an hour passed before she began to give up on taking notes. By this point nearly half the class had done the same. A few other students were simply reading the textbook instead of paying attention.

Luckily, the teacher must have noticed that she was losing her pupils' attention. She wrapped up her lecture that managed to only cover two sections of the first chapter. Erasing part of her own poorly drawn diagram, Ms. Hegs scribbled page numbers and assigned a few questions. She went on to say that she would give what was left of class time for everyone to get a head start on the homework.

Nadia and her classmates were more than grateful for the cease in lesson plans, but she was reminded that she had forgotten to bring her books to class today. Looking to her right, a girl read diligently and seemed very closed-off. To her left was a now empty seat. The boy next to her had left to socialize with his friend a few seats away. Such was the case with the general populous of the class.

Remembering that there had been someone sitting behind her, Nadia turned her legs to the side of her seat and twisted her torso to face her dark-haired classmate. "Your name's Wayne, yes?" she didn't really wait for a response, "You get a lot of people asking if your name's Bruce or John?" Smiling, she hoped that he would get her references. As nicely dressed as he was, she took him to be more of the Bruce type than a John.

The●Artist

As the class was divided into three groups, Ciran found herself relieved to be placed in the group working on the pottery wheel. She had only worked on a pottery wheel once before, but she remembered enjoying it. Paying close attention as the teacher took the time to demonstrate and instruct, Ciran shuffled her feet, a little anxious to get started. Moments later, she assigned each student from the small group to a pottery wheel and showed them the smock closet.

Ciran made her way to the closet and handed off a smock or two, then took one for herself. She went back to her seat and draped her jacket over the back of the chair. After rummaging through her pockets for a moment, she pulled her hair back into a halfhearted bun, and adorned herself with the smock.

Shortly after, Ciran found herself with a mound of very slimy, wet clay on her assigned wheel. She started out just trying to get a feel for the particular method of ceramic art. Her little mound of clay was now symmetrical mound of clay.

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Social Butterfly

Paris leaned forward and tapped the long haired boy in front of him. Though he was unsure on the student's gender. The clothes were quite boyish though the hair and face seemed to speak something else. He never heard Rakuen speak so he figured talking to the student would give him a clue on Rakuen's gender.
"Um... Excuse me... I kinda was absent yesterday. Did the teacher have any notes or anything?" He eyed the bluish black hair as it stuck up in random places.

The ● Aspiring Model

Rakuen flinched and tensed once feeling another person's hand on him. He turned around, relaxing a bit. He took in the other man's appearance and was surprised to see another guy who had longer than normal hair. It sort of put Rakuen at some sort of ease about his own appearance, which was out of the ugly ponytail from Gym class.
"... ...." Rakuen was flashing back to yesterday's class thinking on what they day before speaking.
"There were no notes.... and we just got a syllabus." He answered in a semi-whisper. Rakuen crossed his legs with his left foot on his right knee. "Do you want to look at mine?"

[Raxmivn Hoshijin]

Second period. Kaimu Anei walked into his classroom and took a seat near the far right end of the room right against the wall. Classical Mythology with Ms. Neimala. Just another day. Kaimu set down his bag on the floor next to him and took out a dark purple notebook and set it down in front of him. A pencil sat right next to the folder but he had no intention of actually using either of the two. He slumped forward and held up his head with his left hand underneath his chin, elbow on the desk. 9:22. The day was nowhere near done yet and Kaimu already felt like crawling back into bed, or being anywhere else for that matter. He liked mythology and everything but he felt that he had nothing to gain from the class. If anything, he agreed to take it because he would be slightly interested and if he already knew everything he could just nap.
Roll was being taken and Kaimu's name was called out twice before he responded, first in a low voice. A third time and he repeated himself more loudly this time slightly raising his hand. Even roll was such a bother for him.
At least she didn't mangle my name apart any of those three times. Now if she's ignorant to me zoning out, I officially don't think this class is just another thorn in my foot. Thorn in my foot ... life is a field of roses with more thorns than petals ... I should write that down.
Kaimu dug into his back pocket and took out a small sepia book and scribbled down the words 'life, roses, more thorns and petals' and lightly shut it before putting it back into his pocket. He always used that book to write down certain ideas that he wanted to remember. He had also copied down his favorite poems and such in it and he'd read them when bored. He'd run through two other books just like it and kept them all for reference and reflection.
The teacher then told everyone to take out their books which should be underneath their desks and open up to page something something, he lost interest after hearing the title and author. Mythology by Edith Hamilton. He had already read that book before cover to cover. He put it on his desk anyway and opened it up the page the teacher had written on the board and looked down at the page. He wasn't really reading though, he was still thinking about the thorns and flower petals of roses and someway to make a rhyme out of it. A couplet maybe. He had been long since zoned out now.

[Hirosutki]

The ● Cocky Overachiever

Theo was enjoying resting in a limbo between being asleep and conscious when he began hearing words that weren't from the teacher. Hoping it would pass, he kept his head down. He figured that it had to be coming from the gay Russki.

Fuuuck, I was afraid of this.

Thinking that his regular conversation style would translate as playing hard to get, he figured some reverse psychology would work in this case.

"Theo Wayne, though I would fit under the Bruce Wayne category considering my financial status."
Theo thought about his last statement for a minute and hoped he wouldn't be too impressed.
"Any reason you decided to turn around and talk to me?"

He looked up to see the expression on the f**'s face, cracking his neck and stretching his arms as he did so. This homo was dressed like he hopped out of a bad 90's album, and his white hair was dyed pink at the front. He also noticed that this particular guy happened to be a woman.

"Holy crap. You're a girl."

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Social Butterfly

Paris shook his head, "Oh no that's okay. I'll just get an extra one." He smiled, I thought the voice would be a dead give away but I'm still stumped.... eh I don't want to be rude to.... it.

"My Name's Paris... what's yours?" I'll just try the name. I'm sure I can figure it out from there. Paris leaned in forward, writing down a few notes though giving Rakuen more of his attention. He was making a mental bet with himself; he was certain that the Asian student in front of him was a girl. Seeing as he had never seen a boy or a man have the length of hair that Rakuen wore. That is, except in stories that he read or shows that he had watched.

The ● Aspiring Model

Rakuen paused, "Rakuen." He didn't move from his spot though he wanted Paris out of his personal bubble. He didn't like this random new person getting so close to him. Rakuen didn't even know anything about this guy besides his name.
He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest, "............ Um...."

The Japanese boy adjusted his body to face the front. "If... that's it..." He mumbled and scratched down some notes along with random doodles with his mechcanical pencil. Rakuen didn't finished his sentence figuring Paris couldn't understand his mumbling in the first place.

[This Hurricane]

The ● Foreigner

Nadia let his money flaunting slide, and was just happy to hear that he caught her reference. Though his tone seemed rather irritated and short, she let it roll off her back like water. Probably cranky 'cause his nap was interrupted. She was just about to answer his question, when his surprised words cut into her thought process.

She stared at him for a moment, confused, offended, and disbelieving.

He thought... I was... a guy...?

"Are you kidding me?" Her voice now matched his previous tone, "Doesn't my voice sound a little too feminine for that? I'm definitely not built like a guy!" She never claimed to have a soprano pitch, but her voice certainly didn't sound like a man. Plus, she didn't sit like a guy. She usually had a pretty straight back. Although Nadia had short hair, she took a least a bit of pride in her own feminine image. How the hell would he feel if I told him he looks like a chick!?

[tooyrazat]

The ● Awkward Musician

At quarter to eleven, the teacher instructed her students to begin their cleaning procedures. She designated specific spots for each person’s trey and had everything labeled ahead of time. Finding his poorly shaped mug hideous and no where near what he’d seen in his mind, 2D decided to keep it as it was and to continue on it tomorrow. Perhaps he could shape it into something that appeared as though it was supposed to look as terrible as it was turning out.
Following the example of the other students, he walked to the sink area in the back of the room near the wheels and wetted a few paper towels. With these he wrapped his mug and stuck it in the large brown plastic bag he’d been given. He didn’t bother being careful as he shoved his bag and trey in to his appointed slot and meandered back to his spot. He looked to his watch to see that it’d taken five of the ten remaining minutes to pick up.
In order to pass the time more efficiently, he stuck in his headphones and turned on his iPod, switching to Kitsune²’s “Entertain Us”, immediately. He felt he needed something to force him into a more pleasant mood. Now content with the sounds circulating in his head, he waited patiently for the group to get up and exit, signaling that it was time to go, and couldn’t help but wonder where Malakai had been. He seemed healthy just yesterday. Must’ve got food poisoning, he reasoned.

[Hirosutki]

The ● Cocky Overachiever

Theo attempted to ignore the tomboy's whining, his head still bothering him from having his nap cut short.

"Look, it's not my fault you dress like a 90's junkie, or that your hair looks like the end result of getting gum stuck in it. Maybe if you would throw on a dress, people wouldn't mistake you for a queer."

It wasn't that she was built like a male that drew Theo to his conclusion, in fact, she looked quite good to him. He'd never admit to this however, and realizing she looked good made her more irritating in his eyes. Theo couldn't stand the idea of being attracted to such a girl. He leaned back on his chair and placed his feet on his desk in an attempt to put some distance between him and her, and to find a more comfortable position. Theo's head began aching more as he conceived new reasons why her argument was pointless and felt it didn't need to continue. At least he wouldn't be in a group with her.

"Let's just drop it, alright comrade?"

[This Hurricane]

The ● Foreigner

Nadia clenched her jaw and her eyebrows raised in disbelief. Their conversation was generating some attention. She was oblivious, though. Being called a "queer" was the last straw, but "comrade" certainly pushed her over the edge. Taking a look at his shiny new shoes, she let out a a chuckle, "Oh, we'll drop it alright!"

Nadia seemed like she might have been getting up to keep herself from the intolerable a*****e, but she instead kept herself turned in his direction. She tapped a painted fingernail on one of his shoes, then moved suddenly. Grabbing both of his feet, she quickly lifted them, almost pulling off his expensive shoe. If she had any success, this would send him toppling backwards, chair and all.

[Hirosutki]

The ● Cocky Overachiever

Theo used the momentum Nadia provided for him and the little balance he had left to flip himself off the falling chair, landing safely on his feet. The chair smacked the ground loud enough to attain the attention of the few students that weren't already watching.

Ah, nothing like being in front of a crowd.
"My, don't we have a short fuse. Is that a trait in all Russkies, or just the majority?"

Theo figured that if he could anger the Russian long enough, she'd loose it and go after him. The idea to him was like an early afternoon warm-up. All of her spastic blows would show the class just exactly what it was that he was capable of. Even if things DID get out of control, it wouldn't take much for him to stop her without hurting her. Using his foot, he moved the chair aside so that the only thing between them was the desk.

"How about it, Rasputin? You gonna go nuclear?

[This Hurricane]

The ● Foreigner

Nadia crossed her arms and stared at him silently with the clenched jaw and raised eyebrows. The hairs on the back of her neck would have raised if they were a little longer, and each of her follicles tingled. A bit of red would have shown up across her nose and cheeks if she wasn't already slightly sun-burnt. He had a neat little trick, but if he shut his trap, she'd be showing him one of her own. She said nothing, and stood her ground more fiercely one could have imagined.

Taking in his smug look, she decided that biting her tongue any longer would only cause it to bleed. If she was going to bleed, she might as well make it worth while. His final comment was just far too much. Nadia unfolded her arms, "Do you even ******** know who Rasputin is!?" Her left hand reached forward and wrapped a tight hold around his tie. In the next quick motion, she yanked him forward, and hauled back, firing her fist like a shotgun. Right hook!

Her left hand released his tie and came up along with her right to block her body from any counter attacks.

[[ I OK'ed an auto hit with Hiro, but I think I worded that with enough of an open end. I promise we'll end this little altercation soon.]]

[Hirosutki]

The ● Cocky Overachiever

Theo was caught off guard by her agile movements, her left fist already tightly wrapped around his tie. He watch her fist explode from her side and land a hit on his face. The force sent Theo's head to the right, his chin now resting on his shoulders. Shortly after which, he began to taste blood. He tilted his head up just enough to be able to make eye contact with her, his apathetic gaze expressing his irritation.

"Was that it? You only get one freebie, you know."

Theo's right leg fired from underneath him, smashing Nadia's left arm into her body and sending her crashing back to her desk. By now the teacher had sent for someone to take care of the situation that had grown out of her hands. Theo wiped the blood from his mouth and spat the rest on the classroom floor. He moved slowly to the door, glancing at Nadia with the same look in his eyes as last time, except instead of irritation, it was satisfaction.

"I know where the principal's office is, I don't need an escort."

The teacher and the students seemed too dumbfounded and possibly frighten at the time to put up an argument, and with that, Theo made his way to the principal's office once more.