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PostPosted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 7:19 pm
This will be a two part event. The first part with consist of who is listed below.
The people who are listed first will be those who are asking questions - if you are not being social you will receive detention. There will be exceptions. Take a seat and talk to the person you are getting gifts for, get to know them !

        Catwoman + Mera
        Ace + Robin
        Supes + Huntress
        Flash + Joker
        Batman + Harley
        Lois + Green Lantern
        Ivy + Canary
        Wonder Woman + Hawkgirl
        Maxima + Supergirl

You will meet in the library, the tables are set up with two seats. Sit down and the person buying the gift for you will come to you.

Round Two - So we are prepared in a page or two.

Hawkgirl + Ace
Robin + Maxima
Huntress + Lois
Joker + Wonder Woman
Harley + Flash
Green Lantern + Supes
Canary + Batman
Mera + Ivy
Supergirl + Catwoman
PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 8:49 am

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                      Helena tried to fight her way out of the Gifters thing that the school was putting on. It was some type of trust building exercise. She thought it was stupid. People here getting to know each other? That wasn't always good news. She knew it was pointless to hope she'd get Vic and he'd get her. There was no way the school would let that pairing go together. It was supposed to be 'someone you don't know all that well'.

                      Huntress rolled her eyes on the way to the library. Her hair trying to escape her jumbled pony tail. It was far too early, she'd wanted to get extra sleep, which was probably why she'd tried to fight so hard against it. The counselors were strong in their resolve, and had refused to give up. She'd been worn down and appeared in the library hoping some freak had't pulled her name by some chance of stupid luck. She was getting the gift, so whoever it was would have to come to her. Right? Helena took a seat in a random chair sighing heavily.

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PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 3:11 pm
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            “What is with everyone looking like they lost their best friend today?” Dinah commented, mostly to herself, upon entering the library. She’d strolled right past Clark on her way over, and he seemed just as sulky as Helena. “You do know this is supposed to be about ‘holiday cheer,’ right? Spreading warmth and happiness?” The blonde took a seat at one of the tables near her raven-haired friend, draping her arms over the back of her chair and grinning. She quirked a brow at the other girl, “Besides, if your gifter gets too cheeky with you you can always show him how to put his foot in his mouth.” That was something she liked about the other girl. Helena knew how to take care of herself, and never settled for the trash spewed out by male chauvinists – or anyone else, for that matter.

            Canary wasn’t too alarmed by the thought of who her secret gifter might be. There was really no point in worrying about it until he – or she – sat down at the table with her. God help them all if it was Jack White, though. Dinah’s patience with the man could only stretch so far. Even one “Tweety Bird” comment from the pointy-nosed creep and they’d all be finding out how far a clown could fly. Anyone else she thought she could handle - even Vic, although Dinah thought he was kind of weird and she didn’t really feel like sitting through the interrogation he would be sure to turn this little social activity into.

            So, that was all worst case scenario. Best case scenario? Well, it wasn't going to be Helena. That was for sure. Guess it doesn't matter too much. Wally would be great. Lois would be super. Kendra, Diana, even Ollie - they'd all be fine. She already had an idea for the person she was gifting, although she hadn't exactly been thrilled when she was matched with the guy. Dinah liked tall, dark and handsome as well as the next girl, but not tall, dark, and depressing.


PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:10 pm

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                    Kara had gotten all dressed up for the meeting in the library today. Needless to say she was incredibly excited for it. She had no idea who her partner was going to be but she already had an idea of what she'd get Selina. After all, you don't need to meet Selina Kyle to know that all she likes is cats and Bruce Wayne. Her heart jumped at the thought of putting a bow on Bruce and walking him to Selina. She wondered if Wayne would do that for her - she was his best friends cousin after all. Then again, she hadn't seen the two hanging out lately. Part of her wondered if they had a falling out. Bruce was mean sometimes, but she knew he had good intentions. Still, she didn't like when he bossed her around when he was in parent mode. Bruce needed to have kids some day, he'd certainly be an interesting father.

                    Kara opened the door to the library strolling in with a bright smile naturally appearing on her face. She glanced around and it didn't seem like anyone was waiting for her, or calling her over, so she simply sat down not too far from Dinah and Helena. Kara blinked a few times, she hadn't realized the two girls were friends. She hadn't realized Helena had any friends besides that guy she was always with. The curious fellow, Vic was it? Kent shrugged happy that Helena was 'coming out of her shell' as the counselors liked to say.

                    Kent sat down twiddling her thumbs and waiting for someone to show up to ask her what she likes.
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magneto was right
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Doom Me Baby

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PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:24 pm
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Mera slowly walked into the library after a blonde she didn't recognize and who seemed to have a little pep in her walk. Most of the people she didn't, there were two others another blonde and a brunette raising her eyebrow a bit she continued to walk towards the others but took the first seat she saw that wasn't by anyone. The girl couldn't help it, no matter what she couldn't make herself trust land dwellers, she had tried for the sake of Arthur but sadly there wasn't much that could be done in that situation. She was a tough woman for a reason. Running a hand through the perfect curls that was her red hair she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, this holiday made no sense to her. What was the point in getting another person a gift because someone said it was a special day? Shouldn't you give people you care about gifts all the time? Now of course the Atlantian was still learning the ways of anything else than what her father taught her but still - she had watched enough human TV to start picking up on things.

Her mind started to wander as she sat there, oddly finding herself at ease in the slightly cold room. Mera looked around the place as she waited, wondering if she had ever been in this place before.


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PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:52 pm

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                    John knew why they were having him take part in the gift exchange. For one, several of the students were attached to him or at least were sociable with him. Wally, Bruce, Diana they were all great kids. He thought it was funny how some students were actually about his age. Either way they thought with John here some of the kids would be a bit more... calm. Others who weren't calm would at least be scared. After all, what kind of villain would want to stand up against John knowing that the likes of Bruce, Wally, and Diana would also be against them? Maybe even Kendra... but that was something totally different. Now he was curious of if she would actually try to help him.

                    John was off duty right now. He was wearing a simple dark green tank top, and straight legged jeans. Stewart wore the comfortable military style khaki boots out of habit now. In fact any other shoe seemed silly compared to them. His dog tags dangled around his neck and clinked together when he walked with a posture that screamed past military experience. John entered the library eyeing the people that were already present. He adjusted his ring before heading to take a seat alone. Whoever is partner was, they weren't here yet.
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magneto was right
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PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:00 pm
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                        Harley poked her head into the room, hands clutching at one side of the door frame as she scanned the tables for anyone she knew, although it was a bit difficult to tell with all the bookshelves in the way. …Really? This is it so far? Sheesh! Looks like I’ve run out of friends. And me the social type! Or is that sociopathic? On the one hand, she was happy they weren’t starting off with her having to sit down with her giftee. She was already in enough hot water, as it was, without Mr. J seeing her sitting and talking with yet another guy, after everything that happened with B. Though maybe he'd have forgotten about that by now, and wasn't too mad anymore? She hadn't forgotten what J had whispered to her, even after she'd made it pretty clear they were on the outs for the time being. She wasn't sure what she would do if her gifter turned out to be J - as unlikely as that seemed - but who else could it be? Ivy, Selina, or maybe Plas...although come to think of it, she seemed to recall this being more of a "get to know you" type thing, so her so-called "secret gifter" should be someone she didn't know as well. But then, who in Arkham didn't Harley know?

                        The blonde was disappointed Freezie wasn’t going to be at the school to celebrate with the rest of her friends. She’d been looking forward to giving him a present. Harley was sure the polar bear slippers she’d picked out would have made him crack a smile. The clown girl grinned at the thought of the ice boy wearing the slippers, but her expression quickly dissipated when she realized that now she might never be able to give them to him. The blonde was never one to stay down for long, though, and a second later she found herself shrugging it off. “Ah, well. Show must go on!” Harley left the doorway, sashaying her way through the tables to an empty seat. She might have ignored the rule about waiting for whomever had gifted you to come to you and sitting with a friend instead, but there wasn’t anyone present she really wanted to talk with. She hummed to herself while she waited, elbows on the table and head resting in her hands as she admired the holiday decorations the librarian had allowed to be strung throughout her sacred space.

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PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:14 pm

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Joker wiggled and squirmed in delight as he waited for the two burly Arkham guards to release his thin arms and allow him to sit down. The Joker always prided himself in his attire, and today was no exception. Instead of his usual purple suit, he instead wore a bright red knitted Christmas sweater with white two reindeer on the front and little snowflakes dotted all over. He had really wanted to wear Christmas lights all over himself, but the guards had swiftly stripped him of that holiday cheer. Ah well, it wasn't as important now, he was at the gift exchange, and he could hardly wait to find out who was going to bestow a present on him today.

"Peace on Earth...GIVE ME PRESENTS!!!" he cackled loudly to no one in particular.

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PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:31 pm

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I am top banana and that's the way I like it. Comprende?

Lois strolled into the room, glancing around her. It seemed that pretty much everyone was just waiting for their partner to arrive, so the room wasn't exactly buzzing with conversation yet. Finally she spotted the broad shouldered security guard sitting alone at a table. She had seen the man around before, but she had never really gotten a chance to speak to him. Hmm...maybe he has some old military secrets he can tell me in exchange for his gift... she thought, always keeping her eye out for ways to get a new story.

She approached the table and carefully sat down in the empty chair, smiling confidently at the man as she held out her hand in a business-like manner.

"Lois Lane. You must be John Stewart, it's a pleasure to meet you."

PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:41 pm
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Ugh... Ivy slouched past the guards at the door and entered the room. It was pretty full already, even though half of the people weren't even there yet. Pamela hated these kinds of things normally, but Christmas was a whole new level of hate. The mindless killing of pine trees, the excessive glorification of burning wood in a fire place, and the overpowering materialistic ideology of the holiday was enough to make her blood boil and the earth beneath her feet burst open.

Still, if she couldn't get out of the gift giving ritual, she supposed that she couldn't have gotten a better recipient. Well, maybe Harley.

The redhead found the table Dinah was sitting at and plopped down in front of her.

"Surprise." She said sarcastically as she rested her elbow on the table and leaned her chin into her hand with a smirk.

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PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:52 pm
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”Men of Earth, show me your strength!”

Maxima had been eagerly awaiting this day, as it was plain to see by her appearance, for she was wearing a red and white Santa Claus hat on her head, the little pom pom bouncing around comically on her head. She had known next to nothing about Christmas, and had spent many a free hour reading up on the holiday in the library. She couldn't wait for the roasted chestnuts, the Christmas caroling, and especially the gift giving. She had no idea who was going to give her a gift, but she hoped beyond hope that it would be Clark Kent.

It had thrilled her that she had been given the opportunity to find out what kind of gift his relative might want, for she hoped that if she could give her something really good it would put her in a better light with the often overly shy man.

The Almeracian queen's eyes settled on a young cute blonde who was sitting by herself, a look of excited expectancy on her face. The neon redhead waltzed over to the table and sat down swiftly, the red tail of the Santa hat swinging into her face.

"Merry Christmas! I am Queen Maxima of Almerac, but you may call me Maxima."

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Above all, what unnerved d**k Grayson the most as he walked through the doors of the library and past the towering scanner was not the assemblage of peculiar individuals that were already gathered there but rather the lingering feeling of dread that had carried over from the previous night's reading of an unexpected e-mail detailing the gift-giving event that was to take place at this school for troubled youth in which he had just recently been enrolled. He remembered vividly his horror as he read the last few lines of the message. Twenty to fifty dollars!? he had screamed, hysterically. He'd gone on a frenzy after that, turning over every thing that he could in a frantic attempt to collect the funds necessary to buy such a lavish gift. How rich did these people think he was? Because if that assumed value was anything higher than eleven dollars and forty two cents, they would be oh so very laughably wrong, because eleven dollars and forty two cents was all of the money that he had managed to find. And it might not even be that much either, as two of the dollar bills in his possession were so beaten and worn that they may not even be accepted by any retailer. It was a true living nightmare, and it presented itself as such in his appearance. His uniform, normally ironed and devoid of any dirt was crinkled and dusty and his dark hair was a tangled mess from groveling on the floor to reach under his bed for any stray coins that may have rolled there.

He stared at ground sulkily, watching as the patterns on the floor whizzed past in a blur of colors. His thoughts were preoccupied by scenes of embarassment, in which he had to explain his paltry gift to the rest of his peers. Not a good start, Grayson he thought, sourly. Better find a seat, before people start to stare. You surely can't suffer anymore embarrassment. As this was going on in his head, he was vaguely aware of the fact that he was talking to himself. Regardless, he agreed with what... he had to say. He should find a seat. But where? He made a sweeping gaze around the room. Who was he supposed to talk to today? He had no recollection of a name, so he simply took a vacant seat and laid his weary head on the hard surface of the table, not caring even slightly that he had let his head down a little too strongly resulting in a red mark that was sure to remain for some time.

No more pretenders! No more tricks to keep me from my duty!



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PostPosted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 9:06 pm
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          It was the first year in a long while - if not the first, period - he’d found himself having difficulty getting into the holiday mood. For all his usual enthusiasm, Clark’s spirits weren’t as high as they generally were this time of year. He hadn’t even remembered to wear the sweater his mother had made him, although as soon as he saw the clown he was rather thankful he’d forgotten. He didn’t feel like being sweater buddies with Jack White. The farm boy drifted toward the table Helena had placed herself at, noting the displeasure on her face from across the room. She didn’t seem happy to be there, and Clark wasn’t sure whether his presence would make her feel better or worse. Sometimes he had difficulty discerning Helena’s feelings toward him, whether they were of indifference or maybe polite tolerance.

          Clark heard Maxima introducing herself to Kara as he passed by their table, and he shook his head a little in amusement. It would be interesting to see how the pair got along. He’d noticed before he walked into the room where all the students were seated. Maybe it was a bit much to use his talents for such petty things, but he’d been a little unsure of how to act if Bruce had already arrived. The Kryptonian’s concerns had been for nothing, though. Fashionably late. Just like him. He hadn’t spoken to the billionaire much, recently. Not since their discussion in the cafeteria. There hadn’t been much to say, especially with how things had ended. As a result, he had no idea who the older male’s partner for the gift exchange was. It seemed like some other students also had as of yet to arrive, and that didn't make it any easier to guess who Bruce had been paired with.

          The Kryptonian’s gaze lingered for a moment on Lois, as hers was the last table he passed before reaching his destination. Since they’d started working together, the two had become pretty good friends. She was looking pretty as usual, with her posture radiating confidence and that particular smile that he now knew to be her “business smile.” The same one, he’d long since realized, had been the one she’d given him at the dance. It'd been a bit disheartening, to learn the warmth he thought he'd noticed in her smile hadn't exactly matched the glow of her dress, but he knew not to take it personally, now. He felt the edges of his mouth lift a little at the girl’s present enthusiasm, as it was just so...Lois, and it helped to lessen the heaviness he’d been feeling in his heart.

          Clark finally reached his pony-tailed partner’s table, the small smile still on his face. As he pulled out his chair, his expression took on a slightly apologetic air. “Sorry, I know I’m not who you were hoping to see.” The Kryptonian sat down, glancing over the girl's shoulder at the cackling clown. "On the bright side..." He raised an eyebrow, eyes returning to Helena as he adjusted his glasses, grinning again. "It means neither of us is with White."

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                    Wally's heart sank when he was told who he'd be getting a gift for. Not only that, but now he had to hangout with the guy too? He kept telling himself it would be okay, that if he didn't get White someone less neutral might have gotten him. Or worse Kendra or Lois could have gotten him. He shivered at the thought of his best friend or girlfriend being paired with the maniac. Part of him felt he was the best one to be partnered with Jack. Wally had done his best to stay relatively neutral on matters at the school, and hadn't engaged in any confrontations with White at all. Who knows, maybe the clown would be happy to see him.

                    West shrugged as he exited his room taking a deep breath he sped off to the library and arrived there in a matter of seconds. Wallace came to a stop outside the door and reached out opening it. He began to take note of everyone present. He didn't see Kendra, but he sure saw Lois and John. Wally pursed his lips nodding at John as the male looked over at him then strolled over to Lois on his way to White. He bent down kissing her on the cheek and whispering "Wish me luck," to her then straightened out and went to Jack. Wally took a seat in front of him smiling a bit, "Heya Jack, nice sweater," he commented. It truly was a nice holiday sweater. "Guess we're partners."
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PostPosted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 2:09 pm
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Ace passed through the hallways of Arkham, her arms clutching the teddy bear she’d been given soon after her arrival at the school. Her escort was a cheerful woman, brunette, bubbly, most likely a fresh intern. The woman’s endless chatter seemed a bit nervous, apparently Ace’s toy unnerved her somewhat. Or maybe it was Ace herself. Neither would have surprised her, but the metahuman didn't feel like checking. It was unimportant. The girl’s slender fingers stroked the fur on her bear’s face soothingly, the words of her guide drifting in through one ear and out the other.

The metal of her headband glinted in the fluorescent lights. It weighed on her much less, these days. Her friend had seen to that. She saw him as she stood in the doorway; he was sitting at a table with another student she didn’t know. "Didn't know," as in they hadn’t met before - the school still seemed reluctant to assimilate her into the regular classes - but Ace had learned about many of her peers through other means. The short-haired girl appeared to stare vacantly across the room, almost as if she were viewing or maybe in another world entirely, even as her caretaker tried to coax her in through the door. She wasn’t afraid, like the woman thought. She was just listening. The girl listened for anything Joker wanted her to know, listened to the thoughts of the ginger-haired boy sitting with him. She remembered Jack saying there were people who wanted to hurt him at the school, but the other boy at the table didn’t seem hostile for now.

The dark-eyed teen moved away from the door, choosing a path that led her past Joker and Helena. She didn’t know if she and the long-haired girl were friends or not yet, but she liked her. Maybe she could put the older girl’s mind at ease by letting her know as she walked by… "He’s not coming.” The one Helena had been hoping for. Ace's words were faint, weightless, like a leaf in the wind. It was just a simple fact. There was no point in waiting and wishing for someone who wouldn’t show up.

Alice didn’t glance at anyone on her journey to her partner’s table. He looked depressed, with his head down. He was quiet, but his mind was swimming with thoughts. Worries, ideas, a mission he needed to complete. She’d heard he wasn’t much older than her. The nurse had assured that they would probably have lots in common to talk about, but everything on the boy's mind screamed they were completely different. Ace silently pulled out the chair on the other side of d**k’s table, slipping into it without a word.

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