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Chisaki Hino
✐ English Teacher ✍

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"Now, children, page 568 in your texts books..."



Her fingers trailing along the sheet layed out before her, Chisaki mentally red the list of students off. Taking peeks up every moment to see if she could perfectly match each of their names with their faces without asking. It was a habit. Pure chance if she got it write or wrong, but she had reviewed their records long before they made it into the school. Majority of her students seemed promising. Maybe a bit too promising. Sure, Montebleu was a prestigious school that didn't accept just anyone, but there couldn't be that many tight cracks in the pavement. Surely some slipped through. The name Jack Yokoto stood out the most. His grades were the biggest mess her eye's ever laid upon. The potential was there, but apparently he wasn't taking advantage of it until certain times. Unless he were cheating and letting someone else do his work whenever he felt like turning something in. The Japanese American would be someone to watch.

"Hm... seems I'm missing a few. Maybe that fool of a hall monitor will catch them sooner or later." A breath of air released from her nostrils as her palm was placed under her chin. Pencil laced between fingers, bouncing slightly up and down as she watched the students interact before her. There was no way she'd be able to teach with this big of a gap in quantity. Far too many students were missing. Surely they all were lost in the halls. The school was big, but the layout was a fairly simple enough one. 'Ran Sato... Prince Davis... Ji-Young Lee... Aa-' Her eye's dimmed once she reached the green haired student. His tall figure and smiling personality radiated a cocky carefree attitude that she didn't find all too appealing. Wiping that smile off his face would be the highlight of her day. Especially after Toshi's high horse power ruined her mood.

"Mr. Richtofen." Chisaki's figure lift from behind the desk, arm's placed heavily to the surface as he eye's locked with the other students. Her annoyance completely disregarding Ji-Young from her sight as he starting talking with her victim. Gracefully, a set of clicking heels could be heard against the solid tile. Making it to his desk took almost less than a second with the quick strut she gave, snatching the phone from his fingers and holding it barely an inch away from his face. "You would be wise to read our set of rules. You may think Mr. Vasquez is a man to not be taken seriously, and for that... I'll let you find out for yourself." Sleeving the device into her shirt pocket, the english teacher withdrew a pad from the same area before scribbling against it. "Rule 7: Disapproved electronic devices such as cell phone, ipods, etc seen during class will be confiscated. Students will also receive detention." Ripping the paper from her pad, she placed it down onto his desk before curtly turning around and making her way back to the desk. "Now, if you will all remain silent and take your seats, class will begin very soon."



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|| Out.Of.Control: Fackkin Baaatch.. Supposed to be doing hw... Late to class, breaking rules, it's allll bad. Too bad Jack's a NINJA. *fail* Too much?x ||

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INDENTA lip's curvature twitched on his face, part surprise, the rest irritation. The half of his apple was already gone by the time Joshua had the free-will to further push Jack into their conversation. Joshua, as he'd introduced himself at least. To Jack, he more seemed like.. a Henry, or Charlie, or some stuck-up English a*****e. Duke Charlie the Third. Address me as your damn king, you peasant. The thought caused the Japanese to grimace, somewhat amused with himself. But the more that Josh talked, the less Jack found his imagination likely. Now he seemed to be one of the more lenient and high-spirited British. Cheerio, chap! Toppa' th' mornin to ya? It was kind of Annoying. AF. The lady in their company was Aimee, apparently. A 'top bird' as Mr.Henry had referred to her as. Kay. He smiled at her, shooting a graceful wink (a force of habit). He did it often, with little meaning behind the gesture. Whatever the reason, Jack found a bit of satisfaction with the tint in her cheeks. It was cute, but there was something he did not like about this girl. Something completely set him off about her personality and appearance. Right off the bat Jack knew he should probably keep his guard around Aimee. She looked sweet and all, right, sure. But she reminded Jack too much of someone... he didn't know who though! It was pissing him off a bit, but the thought didn't keep him from having an ear trained on whatever Duke had to say. Local? The fuuck's he talkin' about? I'm practically American, b***h. You can't tell by my lack of ching chang? By that point he was regretting his comeuppance at all, labeling the boy to be stupid and weird. Yet there was a fun side to him that Jack knew to look for later. Not now though. Oh God, no. For now, Jack wanted to get away from them, leave them to their lovey-dovey business.

INDENTJoshua had friendly pulled a chair out for Jack, offering for him to sit and chat. Not only did Jack not take the seat but he couldn't help but take a step back. Jack honestly didn't want to sit with these guys, only because his own awkward tension was affecting himself more than them. It's not what he planned at all. Uncomfortable and shifty, after taking the last bite of his apple Jack turned in effortless search of a trashcan. He was about to excuse himself then ditch the two, in subtle fear of arriving late to class, but Aimee had beat him to it. Jack watched her, his feet glued in place. She placed her tray aside and spoke again with that odd accent. He mouthed to himself, 'Skedaddle'? Again, the freak termage of these two were uncomprehendable, but he'd be lying if he said a part of him didn't slightly enjoy it. The intellectual side of him loved this exposure to other cultures, but the majority of his careless and nonchalant self overruled his will to learn. It overruled his will to do anything good, but this around this time of a new start, he was actually thinking about taking advantage of it. Maybe. Maybe not. But maybe.

INDENTHe found his feet stepping in Aimee's footsteps, tossing his core in a can by the cafe's double-doors. She had long been gone, rushing into the hallway like himself on the streets. He should probably get a move on too, but he didn't find an obligation. Not until he looked at his iPod for the time at least. "Oh fff-!" He hushed himself before any foul language was audible to anyone close by. He didn't want a 'citation' of whatever those slips were called. He'd heard a least two people have already gotten their detention, maybe even more. Impossible not to though, considering all the rules and all. Jack promised Lee he'd try not to get them, but even though it was a half-hearted promise, it was still a promise. Again, he'd be lying if he said he didn't really want to get to class on time. For some reason, he really did. Unfortunately, Jack was hopelessly lost within the first few turns around clueless corners. Hand in deep pockets, breath hardly controlled, Jack's eyes broke any sense of calm and relaxation his appearance attempted to mask itself in. He was getting confused and there was nothing he liked about it. The clock was ticking and he was probably heading the wrong direction. Great. After a few more turns, Jack's pace quickened, gradually raising to a light yet hurried jog, hair bouncing over his eyes after each rhythmic bounce.

INDENT"Faackin shizznit mother-brother flippin' batch.. crack cake apple bowls.." Jack 'cursed' under his breath, his hands slipping out of their hiding places and swinging like pendulums at his sides. He was practically running now, shining shoes squeaking as they slid and screeched on corners. "FOCKkk." he nearly cursed, looking back to find a trail of dark skid marks like dash lines behind his feet. Of course they were random occurances, mostly at sharp turns or sudden stops on his behalf. Still running though, Jack didn't find a sincere obligation to stop and clean up. He kept looking back at his iPod to find the time, each glance setting a new alarm in his chest. "Fluke fluke fluke fluke..." His highest fear at the moment was running into the hall monitor or security guy right then. He was currently the only on in the halls at the moment, everyone else in class or still sleeping. It wouldn't be too hard to spot him, as there would be no where to hide. Just empty, narrow halls with little to no crevices at all. Closed doors and enclosing walls. Jack was trapped and there was nothing he could do. Another wave of panic rushed through him, wanting so badly to curse, for real. This fake-cussing was getting cozy on his tongue; the only reason they were in use was because of Lee's influence. He'd been begging Jack not to say such 'sinful words' and for a while Jack's been putting to use less often. More recently replacing them with random nonsense.

INDENTOne more corner around, Jack had to double take and run back to retreat around a corner. He hadn't gone out too far out, so it was maybe not too late to remain unseen? He'd spotted two figures at the end of the hall, two figures he wasn't sure were people he could trust. He was sure one was a girl though, by her skirt and the length of their hair. Peeking back, only revealing his eyes, Jack recognized the girl to be Aimee, looking nervous and apologetic to a man who definitely held authority. Jack nearly flipped when he saw the guy give sweet little Aimee a slip. s**t s**t s**t s**t s**t... Tip-toeing back down his previous hall, Jack back tracked, his intention being to find another route to the classroom. Once he was out of possible earshot, Jack began his marathon-ing again. As a former soccer player, running and sprinting was a usual drill, giving him the advance of not getting so tired so easily. At least he knew he was on the right track.


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INDENTJack almost jumped and screamed with his ecstatic excitement, having successfully found his way to the English class. The one way he could tell was because he could see through a tiny window in the door, and there were two little kiddies out the door, crouching for something related to a blind man and late. Wait, late? Craaaaaaaaap. Jack's hype dropped, stooping low enough to smack himself in the face. Facepalm. Five time with the butt of his wrist. Dammit dammit dammit... He repeated each thud. There was probably a red mark on his forehead around the same area a unicorn would have their horn, but the thought hadn't settled in his mind. All he was thinking about was how disappointed he was with himself, and he would imagine Lee being the same. The thought of being late.. of failing after trying so hard for something he never found worth the time before... It almost made him not want to try so hard again. Kind of pissed with the situation, Jack passed up the two outside the door and lead into the class. To his surprise, the students of the class were still scattered, some in groups, some individually. It was unruly, almost as if... they hadn't began...


"YYYYYYYEEEEESSS!"

Jack wasn't late! ******** YEAHHH! An arm absentmindedly shot up into the air, feeling overwhelmingly victorious. All he felt like doing them was cheering, celebrating, gloating to.. LEE! His eyes flickered open, forgetting he was even in class for a moment. His arm dropped, almost sheepishly. He was being watched... Awkward. Of course, it didn't bother him, so the usually smug smirk was back on his face in no time. His eyes were automatically preset to find a head of silvery hair, but it surprised him to find a head that didn't belong to Lee. This boy was displayed with a frown, yet resembled Lee to an impossible degree that was creeped Jack out a little. Did Lee have a brother? He didn't believe so.. but Jack shrugged the thought away as his maroon orbs found the right boy. "Lee! Lee Lee Lee I-" Jack so badly wanted to tell Lee how he'd made it to class on time; a first since.. who knew when. It was a record-breaking event, but his words stopped at the sight of a green-haired beast. "Aaron?..?!" A curious grin spread into a pleasantly wide smile, brows raised in disbelief. "Really? Aaron. Wow! The f-.. What're you doing here???" He said, doing that guy handshake boys so often did at St.James in regular greeting. Jack turned back to Lee, smile still confused, yet happy. "You remember Aaron, don't y-" Again, Jack's words were caught. How long had Lee been talking to Aaron..? Lee, that look on his face.. The one with the shy smile. They couldn't have been talking for long, have they? The last time Jack remembered Lee and Aaron in the same room together was the day that Jack had snapped. It was a time before Lee's memory loss, so most likely Lee wouldn't be able to recall. His lips were shut now, the flashback slightly pinching at his nerves. Lee and Jack got in a fight that day, and it was a day that changed their whole relationship completely. Jack only wished he too could forget it ever happened. "Anyways.. I.. uh.. I made it to class on time! Amazing, right?" He smiled, slightly forced. He was feeling a little too awkward with the situation, so he desperately switched to something more.. in character. Jack turned to the teacher gave her a cute mockingly innocent wave. "Heeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyy...." He couldn't help but die along those lines too, the teacher giving him a look of death. Scary a** b***h. Jack hated this school, and it was official. He was feeling like an awkward piece of crap. Not to mention he looked like one with the red stamp marks still on his forehead.


Victory Panda

RobinStuff

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[RobinStuff]

"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free."

Ѧaron ✖ Richtofen

║German Gawker║Striking up a memorable event, that will be hard to forget. zz║ English Class ║
Linked to OOC Thread=>OutOfCare: Now I need to find time to work on my layout. <=Nope, not done yet. Also, I think I found a song that fits him. Press the Big X.

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The Jolly Green man with a smile that would scare the toughest of brutes, found himself in a dilemma. Of course a student with a knack of finding trouble everywhere he goes, Aaron didn't find it surprising that people already began recognizing. A stranger pulled up a desk beside Aaron, and mentioned something about knowing him. Of course this was during the time he was stowing his phone away, when he felt another swoosh of air and felt light once more, which was odd. Looking at his bare hand, Aaron realized he was Jacked which was street slang for someone took his stuff. Adjusting his eyes, the blurry image in the back of his hand became clear, and could not figure out who it was. A woman that did not seem to happy to see him, but everything became clear as she spoke By her tone and the fact she was not in uniform, made her the English teacher and Hooray he was in the right class, Why else would she know his name?. So Aaron did what he usually did, "Well, Aren't you a tall glass of water. I'll be sure to read them thoroughly just because you asked. Sorry, if that's the vibe I give out, I usually take everyone seriously. . . some less then others." he added with a slightly crude smile, before placing his face on his palm "Oraah, Won't that be fun. I'm already oozing with joy." he added about meeting Mr. Vasquez. It was already a habit for Aaron anyway, Detention, Meeting with principles, or other main heads.

Receiving his slip, Aaron reached to stow it in his hat when he realized that he didn't have it and stuffed it instead on an empty pocket. Giving a dashing grin and waving good-bye, Aaron continued "I'll be sure to add this to my collection." and when that moment ended, he returned to the student next to him. Quite amusing how this fellow looked so much like a student from his previous school, and knew him as the Jealous one. He believed his name was Jack, or Lee but couldn't tell them from each other. So Aaron tried to speak the figment of his imagination, "You know, you have a strong resemblance of someone I once knew back in my old school. Very strange, Indeed. Will visage of my imagination. Here to tell me to change my ways, Oh! you must be the ghost of Christmas past. Ja!" he said with a grin. He didn't mind the company, it was better then hearing Japanese all day, but something else happened that he didn't expect. Another Visage appeared, this time it took the form of Lee, or Jack, as he entered the class room. Stroking his chin, Aaron wondered why he would be here as well, and snapped his fingers "That must be the ghost of Christmas Present. . . Little early though." he added as he watched him approach. The slight glimmer in his eye showed that he still showed interest in each other, so that confirmed that they were genuine, but were they real.

The Jack fellow noticed Aaron and quickly had a change of attitude, acting all happy and ditzy as he saw him. Aaron raised a brow as he held out a hand to Jack, suddenly he felt his hand shaking as if it was stuck in a blender, so Aaron realized that they were real alright and quickly replied "I would like my hand back now, thank you. . . Now that's a strange way to greet someone you know, but if you want to know I am on a vacation and this school makes a wonderful resort." he said sarcastically before making a wide smile "Nooo, Just starting a new life here in this strange world. Hmm. . . you seem to have something on your face? It's pinkish . . .Why would you put blush on your forehead. . . Is it Japanese tradition? How peculiar." he added as he was fixed on the pink hue on Jack's forehead. He know this chap well, as he could still feel the ringing in his ears from the last soccer match they had. Aaron turned to Lee as he heard the comment, "Well, he remembered a bit about me. Probably my dashing smile. ." he snapped his finger as he recalled something "Grinding Dull-man, can't believe I forgot about that nickname . . Now back to class, before she takes my soul as well." he added as he looked forward. The teacher would most likely target him from now on and smiled as he thought about it. Because now he could tease her in his usual manner, just for fun. Whether a mocking smile, innocent glances and even asking to many questions, whatever he did in his hay-day of St. James High. Actually, he believed the two needed some alone time, while Aaron used the opportunity to eavesdrop on people around him.
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Victory Panda

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Under Neath The Decayed Rose Lies A Seed Of Gold

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She smiled at the two offering to be her friend. She honestly really didn't know what to say. She kind of just, gave them a slightly confused and awkward smile as she nodded at the two. She didn't want to be rude or anything to the two. They seemed nice to her. But, she was terrible with people. All people in general in fact! She was surprised that she had already made friends so easily. It astonished her to be blunt.

The boy named Cyril seemed to be a flirt, in her mind and seemed to flirt with most of the girls he knew. She really didn't know if she would be able to not feel slightly awkward at all. And the girl, May, she seemed really sweet. And she guessed she would be alright with her. The two alone seemed to make a good enough team in her mind to make a book just based on they're actions to one another. Finally guessing to herself, she could make more friends. After all, that is why her brothers and the ones watching her wanted to send her here in the first place.

" Sure, you both seem really nice." She said trying her best not to sound awkward at all. Looking up from the two though, she saw the commotion going on. Pushing back the thought in her head that all these people were so gorgeous she saw the commotion going on in the class room. Two males fighting, for the reason, she hadn't payed attention until just now. But she watched as the teacher quickly stopped it.

And at this moment she really began to wonder if she was in some crazy story that the owner of this school was playing out. She could never wonder why she compared everything to one of the books she wrote. It just, she loved books too much and she would rather stay absorbed into them then in real life. Watching all the commotion going on in the class room silently, not really knowing if she could do anything. She just opened one of her books and began to read. Until she heard any form of directions being given. For now, all she heard from anyone was, either the sound of someone getting in trouble or rules being given. First day already, and so many people are getting in trouble. She let a small sigh escape from her lips as she went back to reading Phantom of the Opera. Her favorite book, reading on the mysterious phantom whom she secretly wished to meet one herself.

But as she continued to read, she began to wonder what happened to her two friends. Angel and Agni. Though, she didn't really talk to either of them much. She did enjoy they're company on the first day she met them. They were both entertaining and made the time before the ceremony go by faster then she expected. But keeping her eyes glued to her book, she had missed seeing him attempt to walk into the class and had lost his glasses. All that was in her mind at the moment was the imagination of the world that was the Phantom of the Opera.

ฬђคt คгє ๓ץ ςยггєภt tђ๏ยﻮђtร?: I wish I could be in the world like the one I'm reading.
tђє tยภє เภ ๓ץ ђєคгร?: Distance
เ ค๓: English class.
ฬเtђ: Everyone in the class
เ'๓ ร๏ггץ เ ๓єคภt:
συтяαgєσυѕσρтι¢αℓ¢яєαтισηѕ:
Gomen, if I missed anyone, I like,
skimmed through all the posts
and tried to reread all the ones that I was quoted in xD

Lexxii-Blood-Diamond

Sonic_Kaos

[Blackened Halo]

What is the point of living...

Kira watched as more and more people started to fill the classroom. One of the people that she saw was an overly energetic guy. It was obvious by the way that he was acting that he was happy to be on time. Not that Kira could blame him. Who wanted to get a detention? Especially on the first day. Talk about embarrassing, she was happy that she had woken up early so that she wasn't in trouble. Her thin, pale fingers gently stroked the marble notebook on her desk as she looked around. Her attention was suddenly drawn to the teacher when the sound of heels grew nearer to her. Kira turned her head, watching as the teacher walked past her and over to a guy. Almost instantly, the cellphone had gotten snatched out of his hands. This place was definitely strict about their rules. She would definitely have to be careful so she wouldn't get in trouble. Or at the very least, make sure not to get caught like he was.

Suddenly, the cellphone in her pocket began to feel heavy as she got paranoid. Forcing it deeper into her pocket, she pulled a pencil out of her pencil bag and started to sketch on the first page. She wasn't sure how much time was left until class started, but she was looking forward to it. English was one of her favorite classes due to the fact that she had always loved writing. After all, when she had been a singer she wrote all of her own songs. Gently tugging on her blond bangs, she let out a sigh of relief. With all these foreigners in the same school, the chance of her being known was low. Humming softly under her breath, she continued to sketch. She sketched the word English and had flowers framing it. Kira hoped that they would be given an essay to write. They were her favorite.

...If you don't make your life worth something?

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I need to spend my time alone
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"Sorted. What was next?" Whoever cleaned the trays down would obviously notice the hidden egg stash, but probably not until Josh was long gone. It was certainly worth a punt. He looked up with his trademark grin, and tipped his hat back slightly, pulling himself to his feet and slotting his tray slapdash into the slowly revolving rack. By the time he turned back, Jack was gone. He looked around in vain to see where he went, but ended up simply just shrugging, and shooting Aimee a puzzled smile.

"Reckon we're the last rats on this sinking ship. Best get a move on, yeah? What'd they say the first class'd be? English? Hah! Piece of piss, right? We're shoe-ins for As on that'un."

After all, since the two of them WERE English, how could they fail? They were fluent. Perfect. Might just be that and Music he did well in, but sod it, those were the only important ones.

Aimee took off at a surprising lick, so Josh set off following her. She had a headstart on him, which was kind of rude, all things considered, but he couldn't hold it against her. He set off at a run after her, losing her for a moment before rounding the corner and running almost straight into the back of her.

"Jeez, girl, dumb place for a natter. Ain't we in a rush? What's the holdup?"

He shot a cheerful smile to the man she was talking to, just out of habit. Never hurt to be friendly, whoever he was.


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Find me at: Corridor
I'll be with: Aimee, Toshi
This all makes me: Whoops, running late.
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Nothing this person had to say really registered with Lee at all. Well, besides the part where he said he looked like someone he met before. Funny how they both recognized the other, yet didn't know who the other person was. Maybe they had just crossed paths before? But how did Lee know the other persons name? The teacher clearly called it out signifying that his memory was actually correct. Imagining the guy in his head with Jack and Lorelie would have been one thing if he got the name wrong, but he hadn't. If the memory was right though... what were Jack and himself creating tention between one another for? Through all the arguments and fights they held, they barely lasted a second once facing the other. Something just felt... off about the entire thing. Even then, the public eye never really got much of a chance to witness their quarrels. Well, besides the student council meeting. But that time it was more of the make-up they saw than the actual 'fight'.

A voice called out behind him, distracting him from the rest of the questions he wanted to ask the green-haired stranger. Jack, surprisingly. Seeing him caused a rise at the corner of his lips as all the suspicious that slowly began to build within him began to vanish. The heavy sensation that felt like a weight against his heart instantly dispersed as the smiling face of his boyfriend slipped into his vision. That quickly vanished though. His greeting being turned towards Aaron first before himself. It wasn't so much that he was talking to Aaron first or anything. No... it was the fact that he actually knew Aaron. Lee's lips unknowingly tightened as they shook hands. There was something soooo familiar about this entire thing. It scratched at the back of Lee's head, but it just didn't want to connect. 'Maybe I'm just... being crazy. Maybe he went to St. James... yeah...' Yet, even with the moment his and Jack's eyes met, there still seemed to be an untold story going on behind the dark boy. The expression he held practically screamed it.

Awkward wasn't an expression Jack was capable of.

Even if it was, what would be his reason? Deciding to push it to the side for now with Aaron redirecting his attention to his seat. The nick-name he mentioned completely went over his head as he still had no idea what the man was talking about. This person was just weird. As for Jack, apparently he was just as surprised with himself arriving early to class as much as Lee was. That last time Jack was on time to anything was... er... never? But even Lee couldn't celebrate this with Jack. The nervous look running it's course over the others being was just weird. He tried his best to be happy for the boy though. Maybe he was just being shy about doing something good for once. "Hehe... yeah. Even if it was only by a second. A-anyway, I have seats in the back. Your favorite spot, right?" Reaching out to take hold of Jack's hand into his own, Lee turned to start their path to the seat his bag lay. Of course, being the 'good student' he was, his legs refused to budge as a realization fell over him. Letting his fingers slip from Jack's, he gave a nervous laugh as he submitted to the rules. Something about extended public contact or something. He felt bad for letting go but... rules were rules. Trying to play off the situation though, Lee gave a nod in Aaron's direction to signal a goodbye. "It was nice meeting you a-and I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Letting a breath fall from him, Lee began their walk back to the seat once again. This time without holding Jack's hand. With detention, they wouldn't be able to do much together. He could only hope Jack hadn't managed to find himself in trouble the first part of the morning. He was outside the class for far longer of a time than himself and breaking the rules didn't seem all that hard to do really. But if they didn't lost the chance to be together... maybe they could... 'Heh, ummm-no! No no no!' His hand wiping back and forth infront of his face as his head shook aggressively. Trying his best to wash the thought and memories of their private times away. Now was not the time to think about such a vulgar act. Maybe it was the restriction that had been placed with his connection to the other. Or... maybe it was just because he really wanted it. "Ughh... how embarrassing." Plopping himself back into his seat next to Prince, the pink tint remained on his face as his eye's remained closed and his jaw hung apart. Trying his best to calm his thoughts down with a shallow breath through his mouth. Lee brought his elbow up to the table and let his forehead rest against the palm of his hand. The strands of white hair tickling his wrist slightly. A smile crossed his lips once again as the red orbs opened themselves to search for his boyfriends own pair. That familiar blooming feeling finding it's way spreading throughout him as if it had been their first time. "I'm really glad you made it in time..."

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Location: Next to Aaron -> Next to Prince
With: Everyone in class
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RobinStuff

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[Sine Anima]

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▶ Location: Dorm room - Classroom
▶ Company: None
▶ Mood: Frustrated
▶ Ooc: Sadface. Bad post.

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He hated mornings. He loved sleep, but he hated mornings. Pulling himself out of the bed was probably the hardest thing Silus would do that day. For a school he had only heard of a month ago, these accommodations were far beyond what he expected. The previous had been something of a warm up for his time here. Hours were spent walking in the hallways, trying to figure out the easiest and most correct route to his classes. After he'd spent hours walking to and fro from the same locations, he tackled the outside of the school. It took him a while to accept how large the school was, inside and out. When finally he was content and confident in the route he would take, a needless span of twenty minutes passed before he finally found his room. The dorm rooms took him completely by surprise. Hard wood flooring, a decent sized bed, and a computer for the students to use. Moreso than that, each room was fitted for two students, though it was clear that no one else was to be rooming with him tonight. That suited him just fine.

His grey eyes opened lazily, and instantaneously he wished he could have just fallen back to sleep. The turn of his head was begrudging, and when he noted the time it read on it, he didn't feel sleepy anymore. Just angry. 8:22 pm. Late. A heavy groan escaped him, and it wasn't two seconds before he rolled out of the bed, his arms and legs feeling like anchors. Getting dressed was a pain, and Silus cared for little else other than just getting the clothes on, his tie very shoddily done up and the black uniform slung over his shoulders without being done up. His hair was brushed as quickly as he could afford, while still looking good, and his books were hastily grabbed from the desktop he left them on. With little thought, though much cursing under his breath, he shut the door to his room behind him.

The hallways of Montebleu were largely empty, with the exception of a few people who seemed to be staff members to him. Classes had started at least twenty minutes ago, so it didn't surprise him at how devoid of life the halls were. The English classroom wasn't hard to find, considering that he had made the trip several times the previous day. The doorknob was naturally unlocked, and stepping into the room took a moment to ease himself. He knew what was coming, and he braced himself for the class-wide stare he would be receiving. Silus stepped into the classroom, brushing his blonde hair in a disregarding manner. All he gave the teacher was a sort of sideways glance and a nod at the teacher, as if his 'silent apology' for being late would be accepted and disregarded. With little more thought on the matter, he stepped into the classroom, trying to ignore the eyes on him and find a seat.

[Blackened Halo]

What is the point of living...

Kira continued to look around the classroom. For the most part it seemed like everyone was there. Only a few people were going to be late, which in her opinion kinda sucked. To get a detention on the first day of school was definitely something that she would be embarrassed about. Untying her hair, she let her long blond locks flow freely until it gently grazed up against her knees. Keeping the scrunchie on her wrist, she leaned down and reached into her purple backpack. Feeling around the inside of it, she pulled out a bottle of water before opening it and sipping it gently. She had paid close attention to all of the rules and made sure to write them in every notebook so she wouldn't forget any of them. In her opinion, there was way too many and she found that a little unfair.

Suddenly she saw the classroom door open and Silus walk in. Her cheeks felt a bit hot and she knew that meant that she was blushing. Of course she had to be put into an embarrassing position such as this one. She absolutely hated to be put into awkward positions. Waving over at Silus, she pointed at the empty seat that was beside her. It made her happy to see him after their encounter the day before. Knowing that they were going to be in the same classes together made her really excited.

...If you don't make your life worth something?

[lady buns]

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"Death is a charade.
You don't have to feel safe, to be unafraid.
I'm looking for the thunder, I'm looking for the blackness.
I'm learning how to get up off my knees,
All it takes is practice."

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I I I I I I I I I I"I'm living in a nightmare. I thought it was a dream. I can't see a light there. Nothing's what it seems."

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Aimee's eyes widened as the man practically hissed at her through his teeth as he snatched away her handkerchief. She withdrew her hand to her chest and took a slight step away from him. The smell of the thick hot liquid was strong as it soaked into her uniform. She watched with blue eyes as the man attempted to wipe the staining coffee off himself. It wasn't really helping and as she realized this, he snapped at her and she parted her lips in a soft inaudible gasp. She was rather shocked at just how rude and angry he was. It had obviously been an accident! The fact that he hardly seemed to care and remained visibly angry, made Aimee's blood begin to stir and boil.

As the man outwardly groaned his dissatisfaction of having to change, he threw her now damp, coffee stained, handkerchief back at her. Not really having enough time to react to it, her hands moved quickly to catch it, but it landed on her face instead. She quickly tore it away and sent a rather annoyed look towards the man as he bent down to set the now empty cup on the floor. Her annoyed look disappeared as he looked to her as he rose up, considering she'd rather not make him any more angry than he already was.

But as his mouth opened and stated her last name, her lips parted into a slight ' o ' shape. How did he know who she was? Just who was he?! Then, as he continued, her eyes narrowed and her fingers gripped tightly at her handkerchief. Detention!? What on earth!? However, she remained quiet, silent fuming. Surely if anyone looked close enough steam would have been coming from the young woman's ears.

As the man ripped the small sheet of paper off his little notepad and shoved it into her shoulder, she took a step back from the force, but her eyes, now a daring icy blue, stared right at him. His hand retreated and she lifted her hand up to her shoulder and grabbed the small piece of paper. Lifting it to her gaze, she looked over it for just a brief moment before her gaze lifted back to the man. Her lips parted as she began to speak, but before she could utter a sound, she felt Josh at her back and at his near collision, her eyes widened and she took a slight step forward, but stopped herself from falling forward any further. With a quick glance back at Josh as he spoke up, her blue eyes traveled from him and then to the tall male in front of her.

As he turned to leave, her eyes narrowed once again and she took a step forward, the paper slip crumbling in her fist. "You're just chuffed to bits right about now, aren't you?" She stated softly staring straight at him, her tone was clipped and obviously angry. After a long pause, the agitated English girl dragged her gaze from him and turned it to Josh. "Hurry Josh, let's go." Her hands gripped his arm and quickly moved them both further down the hallway away from the man before he had anything else to say.

Reaching the classroom, she paused outside the door and let out a sigh. She released her hold on Josh's arm, and brought her hand up to her chest. Her heart was thumping wildly thanks to the fact she'd suppressed her anger the best she could back there. It was causing a slight ache, but after a few moments, she let her hand fall from her chest and she looked back to Josh with a helpless smile. "I wouldn't be surprised if you got detention for being late. So..just a heads up." She put her hand on the doorknob, but before she turned it, she gave a bit more of a reassuring smile towards Josh.

Finally turning the door handle, she pushed in the door and let them both in. She stepped in hesitantly and her blue eyes cautiously traveled to the English teacher, whom did not look pleased in the slightest. Then she realized her and Josh were not the only late-comers. Her blue eyes settled on a tall, rather intimidating looking, male with blonde hair. Aimee lowered her gaze and then looked towards the class attempting to find two empty seats for her and Josh. Her eyes came across three seats near the back, in which she seen a blond girl waving towards them. Or perhaps the tall blonde male?

Aimee not wanting to be stared at anymore than she already was, looked around for seats once more, before finally settling on a paired desk near the back that was vacant. Motioning for Josh to follow her, she made her way towards it. On the way she passed Jack and Lee, whom she noticed finally as the couple from the entrance ceremony. She felt her cheeks flush slightly. She hadn't really been expecting that sort of...nature..from Jack..wait..he was the same guy right? Surely? She found herself sitting behind him at the vacant desk. She set down her bag, and began to fish out her English textbook, waiting for Josh to take a seat beside her.


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"Don't let rain clouds, cry at all of your parades. Just let the other side of darkness, kiss your face. "

O.O.C--

Erix Griffon




E Vasquez

[Days of Empire]

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Joshua Thornwood



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I like to think I'm solid stone
I need to spend my time alone
So why'd I feel you in my bones
Your hands on my soul?
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♬♩♪ Josh stood puzzled as Aimee argued with the... was he the janitor? He looked like a janitor. The same kind of sullen, petty joy in taking what vengeance he could on students. What other fun did janitors get to have, after all? He'd never gotten on well with them at his old school, they'd always been so bitter, and determined to spoil the students' fun. It looked like even halfway round the world, some things never changed.

It looked like Aimee was about to argue, but she bit her tongue. Josh grinned - he'd have given the man a piece of his mind, if it were him, but that was Londoners for you. Well... actually, most of them were rude as hell, but the private school set had that whole propriety thing going on. Still, she was obviously rubbed up the wrong way. She grabbed his arm and virtually dragged him the rest of the way to class - he didn't fight it though, he had NO idea where the class actually was, and it looked like she did.

"Detention? Come on, it's only..." He pulled back his sleeve to check the time, before realising he wasn't actually wearing a watch, and he now looked like an idiot. Brush the sleeve away and pretend he'd been scratching an itch? Nah, that wouldn't fool anyone. Roll with it. "Aah, I've not got a watch on. Could be any time. Fair enough."

He followed her into the classroom, shooting everyone a wide smile, and nodding a greeting to the far less than amused looking teacher. Sure, she looked pissed now, but he was sure they'd get on well. After all, he was bound to be top of the class in this one. Maybe along with Aimee. It was his mother tongue, after all.

"Areet, all. Bit tardy... had to splash coffee around a bit. Miss much?"

He shot Aimee a wink as he settled down next to her at the twin desk. They were probably quite lucky to turn up late and still get two seats together. Luckier still he actually remembered to bring his pens and stuff - he'd initially intended to leave them in his room until after breakfast.


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Find me at: English Class
I'll be with: Everyone
This all makes me: Whoops, running late.
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lady buns

[Goro Domo]

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The dilemma with Toshi ended with him releasing Ran and giving Cyril detention. She was concerned as anyone would be with the rules. It was obvious that the teachers weren’t joking about the rules. Simply bringing a cup of coffee can give you detention! As her attention was directed towards the back, her eyes met with Ran’s for a brief second before quickly shifting her eyes to the black board. She hadn’t expected him to actually look back. Releasing a shaky breath, she glanced back again to find him trying to smile again. Just what was he doing? She shook her head at him and then turned around to face the front of the class. Lorelie watched a few more faces enter the classroom when a small thud against the door caused her to jump a bit in her seat. Arching an eyebrow towards the door, Lorelie contemplated if she should go out to look. No one seemed to give the noise a second thought so Lorelie sank back into her seat. Crossing her legs, she sat back and waited.

Taking another glance around the room, she took notice of the few faces she did know. So far, Psyche, Arielle and Lee were the people she knew that had entered right after the Toshi incident. Lee was being Lee; talking with the male students in the back of the class. Right, this wasn’t St. James anymore. Rubbing her finger on the desk she pushed him to the back of her mind. Losing his memory still affected her more than she would like to admit. Although she did try to play it off as it was nothing, it was still a bother. A familiar green haired male entered the room, taking his seat towards the back. Wasn’t that… Aaron? Lorelie thought back on the time she had a conversation with him. He was at Jack’s party and he tricked her by giving her some spicy chips. Well, he didn’t really trick her. He had tried to warn her but she took the chips from him and ate them. Her tongue was burning quickly after that. Then they went to have some fun with a piñata. That was the day when…Lorelie gulped. Memories were resurfacing in her mind again and she could feel her eyes glazing. Something inside her felt odd. She wasn’t supposed to feel so bad about something that happened a while ago. Snap out of it!

Closing her eyes, she shook her head quickly and took a glimpse at the back of the room again. Lee seemed to remember Aaron as well much to her surprise. Lorelie was going to call out and greet him but Jack ran in and beat her to it. Hmph. Nevermind. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Lorelie scowled. She was confused. She was certain that you’re supposed to have a brain larger than the size of a pea to be in this class. Lorelie shrugged it off and stared at the black board. Biting the inside of her cheeks, she waited for class to start. Miss Hino had already given Aaron detention which didn’t surprise her. She was strict! No doubt. Three more students entered the class, one of them being Aimee! Lorelie uncrossed her arms and leaned forward in her seat. She stared wide eyed at Aimee as she made her way to the back of the class. No Aimee, you’re not supposed to be late! Didn’t Aimee get up before her? So why? As shocked as she was, Lorelie kept quiet. For some reason, Lorelie turned around in her seat again. Most people were occupying the back seats so it wasn’t her fault that looking in that direction. There was a girl with black hair and glasses at the back. She wasn’t too far from where Lorelie was sitting so it would be a perfect opportunity to start small talk. The girl in the glasses was looking down at some photo of a young boy. “Who’s that?” Lorelie blurted out. Hopefully her voice wasn’t that loud as she said that. “I’m Lorelie by the way.” She smiled cheekily. Lorelie was a bit nosy for her own good. The glasses girl looked rather happy looking at that picture and she was curious as to why.


❀OOC:sorry it took so long. XD
❀Location:middle seat in classroom


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association: class
location: class
attire: uniform
thoughts: ❝I'm pretty sure I look like a white guy.❞
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Was it him or did this person look a lot like Ran? Aside from the white hair, some of their facial features are the same. Prince was not about to believe in the all-asians-look-alike stereotype that had developed in America, but as he shook his head back and forth between the two, he noted their similarities. White hair. Same colored skin tone. Red eyes...wait. Ran had only one red eye and the other was...yellow? It was surprising he hadn't noticed that. They could have been siblings, but he ruled that out as soon as the boy introduced himself as Lee Yeoung. They have different surnames so they couldn't be related. Well... it was possible. Prince of all people should know. After all, he did have God knows how many half-siblings. His eyes drooped slightly as he remembered his family. They were the very reason why he even agreed to come to this school in the first place. Most specifically his father.

The words "student council" and "I'll be here for you" snapped out of his unpleasant thoughts. I'll be here for you. An image of a small, young boy with short blonde hair entered his mind saying the exact same words. Prince smiled at this fond old memory. One of the only things he missed about America was his best friend. Even though Lee was only being polite since he was in the student council, and since it apparently was his nature to be so, those words were very comforting. His eyes softened at the boy before him. "Thanks...I'll remember that."

More students poured through the door. Some had glistening skin as if they were walking really fast trying to get here on time, which was probably the case. Lee, his new acquaintance, excused himself as he recognized one of the new arrivals leaving him with Ran. Prince allowed the air between them to be silent. He was never good at small talk with people he had just met. It was a more comfortable air than before, at least. A loud thud echoed across the room. Prince craned his head up to see a boy who had walked (or ran?) straight into the door. His glasses flew off his face leaving him practically blind. Lucky for him, a girl came up and helped him. "Nah. I think he's fine now," he replied.

Taking another look at Ran's face, his mind wandered to white he was thinking about earlier. Mustering enough courage, he finally asked what was on his mind. "Are you and Lee related? I can't help but see the similarities." As soon as he uttered the question, a very loud "YES!" echoed throughout the room coming from the mouth of a very happy guy. He glanced at the wall clock. Apparently he was happy to be on time. Prince was about to ignore him when the guy repeated Lee's name. His black orbs followed him thinking back to how Lee mistook Prince for this guy. His eyebrows knit together as he struggled to find the similarities. Short, dark hair. Sure, but most of the earth's male population had that. Skin color. Okay, he'll give Lee that, but that was as similar as they seemed to be. This guy was definitely Japanese -or some other Asian denomination; he can't tell the difference between them, sadly- and Prince was Caucasian. Well, his great grandparents were British, but he was basically a white guy. How did Lee mistake me for that guy?