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 Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 4:56 pm
Damian stood in the doorway still even after Trista left. He lingered before looking up at Logan.
"My apologies," he said, bowing his head slightly before walking outside. He walked down the hallway back towards where his classroom was located. "Of course," Logan commented. "I see where she gets it from."
Dasha walked out of the library with a new book under her arm. She glanced down the halls as she walked. She almost wished school would start already so she could be doing something.
She wandered to the main classrooms before finding her way to the staircase and walking up them. She debated whether she should go to her first hour, but she knew her teacher wouldn't be there. She was usually early but her teacher was usually late. It didn't make for a good combination.
She let out a sigh before continuing on. She came to a doorway on the far end of the school and pushed it open. She stepped through it and turned to her left, finding a latter. She tucked the book under her arm and climbed up it to the roof of the school. She walked over to the edge that overlooked a large field. She sat down on a spot that looked slightly less dirty and crossed her legs Indian style before pulling her book out.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 4:18 pm
"Well, where else would be get it from?" He said with a smirk. "True, her father probably has some thing to do with it, being a wife beater and all, but she doesn't seem to be as evil hearted as he is."
He turned and walked back into Logan's room, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.
"Ah, I can't wait for this year to start. I also love torturing my students."
Flint sighed as he logged off his computer and departed. There was nothing here for him to do that was worth while. Standing, he tapped Juliet on the shoulder and left. Should he go to the court yard? No, there wasn't anything there to do. Perhaps he should go to the library. But that wasn't a good idea either. Finally he decided he wanted some fresh air.
Taking long strides he made his way up to the top floor. He knew his way well and soon was climbing up the ladder to the roof.
No sooner had he gotten there had he noticed the girl on the roof.
'And here I thought I'd get some time alone.'
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 4:54 pm
Logan chuckled quietly to himself at David's comment, mostly because he knew it was true.
"Yeah, I'm not so sure what to expect this year," he said, leaning back in his chair. He held his hands, fingers laced together, on the back of his neck. "There are a lot of new students. I guess that makes it easier to scare them."
Dasha heard the door open behind her, but she didn't give it a second look. It was probably a janitor or something who was going to kick her out of her spot. Maybe. She skimmed over the page with her eyes for a short moment before glancing to her side. She said nothing before going back to her book.
Yawn muffled by pillow, Taizen's light mop of hair lay sloppily over the bed. He slowly, almost painstakingly, lifted his head from the pillow and glanced sleepily over at the clock that sat on his night stand.
"Hm, I appear to be running late again," he muttered to himself, seeming completely unworried about it. He literally rolled out of bed, landing with a thud on the floor. He rubbed his eyes with his fists before getting to his feet and walking over to his closet.
"Why don't you use your alarm clock, Taizen? Maybe you'd be on time," he mocked as he searched through his clothes. "Neh, maybe I should sometime."
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 6:18 pm
Flint eyed the person before walking past her towards the railing that lined the rooftop. A gentle wind blew past him, sending his stands of hair fluttering in the breeze. His arms rested against the top as he leaned against the railing and looked out at the city that stretched out before him. Why had he come to this school instead of the others that he could have picked from.
"Because this one isn't full of snobs," he whispered to himself.
He let out a sigh as he brought his head down to rest on his folded arms, his legs bending out into a crouching position.
David smiled wildly.
"Oh sooo true!" he said as he gave a little skip in his step.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 6:33 pm
Dasha eyed the boy, not janitor, as he walked past her. She stared for a moment before catching herself and going back to her book. His words caught her ears, but she kept herself from looking up. She didn't know who he was and she had no business speaking to him. Except he was ont he roof with her. She wondered why, but she didn't really want to strike up a conversation.
She didn't seem to care much about the fact that she was sitting Indian style with a skirt on. Besides, his back was to her, so it wasn't like he was staring or anything.
Dmitri poked his head into Damian's classroom.
"Hello?" he called, a bit quietly. "Mr. Aiden? Are you in here?" He walked inside a bit looking around. He didn't see the teacher anywhere, just empty desks. He scrunched his nose up, a bit disappointed. He had thought he would be late only to find himself on time and hungry. Maybe Mr. Sykes would have some sort of granola bar or something.....
He walked back out of the classroom down the hall. He turned and walked towards the science classes. He could see Logan's door was open and the light was on. Smiling a bit to himself and quickened his pace. He stopped in front of the door and didn't quite come in all the way, seeing David there too.
"Um, Mr. Sykes?" he mumbled.
Logan looked over at the door, hearing Dmitri's voice.
"Yeah?" he said, leaning away from his seat a little.
"You wouldn't....um...happen to have anything I could eat, do you?" he asked before realizing how rude it sounded. "Er, I mean, I can buy it off of you. I didn't think I had time to eat at home."
Logan thought for a moment, going and opening one of the drawers in his desk.
"I dunno," he said as he rummaged through the drawer. "Did you go to the teacher's lounge? There's usually food there."
"Well, I stopped by Mr. Aiden's room and he wasn't in there. Otherwise I would have asked him to check for me, since his class is right by it."
Logan paused and glanced up at Dmitri.
"Damian wasn't in his room?" he said, thinking of how odd that seemed. He glanced over at David, a small smirk appearing on his face. "I wonder if he's off somewhere with your sister."
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:39 pm
David gave a small grumble as he pulled his arms into a cross against his chest.
"What is up with this school and student going out with the teachers? Theres something wrong with us....." with that he looked to Dmitri as he pulled a flask from his pocket and flung it towards him.
"Catch," he called quickly before turning and walking towards the small room that connected Logan and David's classrooms.
"I mean,.. two people? Well,.. I really shouldn't count myself.... I'm just screwed up everywhere... mentally anyway. Ahah, I have issues. Why would anyone in their right mind hire a psychopath to be their chemistry teacher?"
Flint sigh, took a leap, and sat on the top of the railing. He twisted his body to the side so that his back was facing away from Dasha. He hooked his legs back before stretching his arms out and letting his back fall.
"Ale-op"
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 7:04 pm
"My relationships with my students is strictly professional," Logan replied, sitting back up in his chair away from the drawer. "Just because you and your sister have issues, don't project it onto all of the rest of the teachers in this school. Though, I do wonder what anyone was thinking when they hired you."
Dmitri caught the flask barely, pulling it up against his chest so he wouldn't drop it. Once safely in hand, he looked at it, curiously before glancing back up to David.
"Vhat is it?" he asked, doing his best to ignore their conversation.
Dasha glanced up at Flint again as he did....whatever he was doing. She raised and eyebrow before moving her multi-colored eyes back to her book. It would take more on his part to get her attention. Or at least her verbal attention.
"Look! It's already bruising. Who knew my sister could hit so hard?" Trace practically laughed out as he got out of his car in the school's parking lot. He had his shirt sleeve pulled up to reveal a discolored spot on his arm. Sybil just ignored him, grabbing her backpack and slamming the passenger side door.
"Are you pmsing or something? You seem unusually bitchy today," Trace asked, grabbing his bag and following her, locking his car from over his shoulder.
"You stole my clothes when I was in the shower. I was in the shower you perv!" Sybil yelled as he came up next to her, smacking him again in the other arm. "That's to even in out!"
"Come on, it's not like I saw you. That's why the curtains are there. And even if I had, we're siblings. I'm not into the whole 'twincest' thing."
Sybil just rolled her eyes and quickened her pace. 'The sooner I get to class away from him, the better.'
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:52 pm
A small smile slipped onto David's mouth as he walked into the back.
"A little thing to warm you up until you get some food. Keep that away from any teacher outside this room though. I may be powerful here but not that powerful. Oh, and I want my flask back when you're done."
Trista smiled as she strolled down the hallway, her hands in her skirt's pockets. A smile was firmly planted on her lips as she hummed slightly.
Silver strands danced before his eyes as they fell due to the gravity that was now pulling his body down. It was fun to hang by your knees about seven stories up. He smiled as he let his back rest against the concrete wall as he arms hung loosely below him, and yet still above his head. His eyes looked down bellow him. Lucky thing there was a small ledge bellow. There was one at every level that wrapped around the building and was used as a porch for the outer rim classes. It just so happened that one of these classes was one that Flint was in. And, by no coincidence of coarse, would contain all of the answers to the upcoming tests that he would have to take.
A smile spread across his lips as the idea came to him. Quickly he flung his arms to his knees as best as he could and tightened his stomach. His hands gripped the top of the railing for a split second as he pulled himself up just enough for his legs to slip from the railing and fall bellow him. And then he was gone.
There was a small thunk as his boots hit the porch's base. He slowly pulled himself up from a crouching position, dragging his palm across the floor as he stood.
"Now where is that class... It should be this one... or that one.... eh."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 8:44 am
Dasha glanced up at the strange one in front of her. Raising an eyebrow, she watched as he disappeared from her sight. If she was anyone else, anyone at all, she probably would have jumped up as his legs disappeared from the railing. But she wasn't. The thought that someone could have just committed suicide in front of her flashed through her thoughts for a split second before she heard the 'thunk' of his boots. She relaxed a bit. At least now she didn't have to worry about proving that she hadn't, in fact, pushed him off of the roof.
Dmitri looked down at the flask in hand for a moment. He had only been in that school for a year, so he wasn't entirely familiar with all of the teachers. He knew of Mr. Scott, of course, but not as well as some of the others. Besides, he scared him sometimes....
He took a quick whiff of the liquid, giving a confused expression when he smelled nothing. Water? He wasn't sure. Slowly, he placed it to his lips and took a small taste. As the flask fell from his mouth, a grin slowly spread across his face.
"Thank you, Mr. Scott!" he called before leaving the classroom.
Logan watched Dmitri, one eyebrow slowly raising in confusion.
"David....." he said slowly turning his head. "What did you give him?"
Damian yawned, exiting from the teacher's lounge. He liked having it right next to his classroom. It allowed him to do or get what he needed easily and quickly without having to leave his students for very long. He walked back into his empty classroom, glancing up at the clock. Class would start soon....ish. He went to his desk and took a seat. He glanced at the papers on his desk that held the names of all his new students.
He would have to memorize them soon.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 6:36 pm
The faint humming stopped abruptly as the girl sneaked to the up coming door. She knew this door well by now. As she neared the door she poked her head in and smiled as she found a man's back towards her. Tiptoeing into the room, she quickly pressed herself against him as one arm wrapped around her waist and the other over his chest. She pulled herself up as she pressed her lips to his neck. Why was he so much taller than she? But then, she would be sad if he wasn't.
"Greetings again Mr.Aiden." whispered Trista.
David smiled as he waved his hand gently.
"Nothing, nothing. Don't get your panties in a twist about it. Besides, we have better things to do. Like talk about how we are going to scare the crap out of our new students!"
Flint smiled as he took a step over towards the closest door. He was right, this was the room. Now just to get it in.
"Lets see if the wench left it unlocked."
He giggled the handle once with no luck. Forced to fine other means, he searched through his coat and pants for a knife or thinner object to be used in the breaking in process.
"Damn..... Well then... Empty as usual. I need to start carrying these things."
With a sighed he eyed the distance between the upper ledge and where he stood. He nodded once before leaping and clinging to the edge.
His eyes fell on the girl that he saw earlier... and her panties. Perhaps she,..... or her panties... might have something to help him.
.... Panties ....
Flint gave himself a mental shake before quickly brining his eyes up to the girls face.
"Hey,... you girl. Do you have a metal nail file or... bobby pin or something? Anything with a pointy tip or that is really thin... Even a paper clip would work."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 6:57 pm
Damian jumped, only slightly, at the sudden touch of Trista. He relaxed quickly, realizing who it was.
"Greetings to you as well," he said, smiling over his shoulder at her. That was one name he wouldn't have to memorize at least. He knew Trista. He knew Trista well.
"What panties?" Logan retorted with a slight grunt. "But I don't know exactly what I'm going to do yet. I need time to observe my students a bit so I can prey on their weaknesses. Maybe single one or two out who can be picked on easily." He gave a shrug. "I figure it out as I go. You have any plans?"
Dasha looked up at the voice addressing her. Her expression was somewhat emotional yet almost seemed ticked at the same time.
"Why?" she asked simply, not making any other move other than lifting her eyes from her book. Even before he could answer, she thought about it. She had left her bag in front of her first hour, so all she had was what was on her person. Again, without waiting for a response, she reached up to her head and searched through her hair for a quick moment. She pulled a bobby pin out from one side that was holding her bangs up a bit. Her hair fell over her face a bit more as she removed it.
"I have a bobby pin."
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 7:28 pm
Trista nudged Damian's neck slightly as she clung to him.
"Mr.Aiden.... Its so odd to say that. It'll be hard for me to keep this a secret. Not after that wonderful summer we had...."
She hugged his slightly before pulling away.
"Ah, I love remembering that kiss. It was bliss."
"Well,... yes... Like lighting myself on fire and the like. But aye, I can't tell you everything. You'd steal all my awesome ideas."
David smirked as he relaxed his hands in his pockets once more.
"Thanks lady! You're a life saver. Mind coming here and giving it to me? I mean, I'm loving the lovely view right now but I'd much rather have that bobby pin. And by the way, you should try yellow panties with a light blue trim and some patterns on it. A nice slim fit would look good on you. Something that rides up on the hips...."
Flint pushed his arm out with an open palm as he waited for the pin.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 7:40 pm
Damian brought his hands up and patted Trista lightly on the head.
"I know," he said, reminiscing a bit before coming back to reality. "But we have to unless we want to run the risk of me getting fired."
He let out a light sigh before looking back over at her, smiling again. "At least you can be in my class, though." He patted her head again before slowly stroking along her hair.
Logan chuckled before shaking his head.
"No, I won't light myself on fire. But if I hear your class screaming, I'll be sure to come up with some other reason as to why your students are so horrified. I can use that to my advantage too....Hm, I think I'll threaten them with you." A large grin spread across his face as the endless possibilities came to mind.
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea."
Dasha stared at Flint for a good five, ten seconds. Was this guy for real? Of course he was. She sent him a quick glare before leaning forward, most likely giving him a lovely cleavage shot as well, before standing up. She shut her book and dropped it to the ground, slowly walking over to him. Her boots clicked against the hard surface of the roof before stopping in front of him. She placed the bobby pin in his hand and paused a moment before placing the palm of her other hand on his forehead and promptly pushing him as hard as she could.
"You're an idiot."
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 2:36 pm
Flint held onto the pin tightly as he fall backwards, landing on his bum with a thud.
"Agh,..... Well, yes. I am an idiot, or a dolt. However, that doesn't mean you should increase my already high chances of getting killed."
He looked up and let a small smile show on his face once more.
"You should really consider that pantie color change. It'd look more attractive. And I thank you for wearing such wonderful panties to begin with."
David eyed him for a moment.
"Wait,... thats not a very good threat! At least not very imaginative is anything."
Here he left his position next to the doorway and went next to Logan where he hugged his arm.
"Looogan~! You can't use me, not like that!"
Trista sighed gently before reaching out and hugging him tightly.
"Its not much but I guess I can't be greedy."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:34 pm
Dasha stared down at him, narrowing her eyes slightly. Despite her outward, angry appearance, she was more surprised than anything. Surprised that he actually had the courage to say anything. Normally she just got stares and the occasional comment. But still, it was fun to feign anger sometimes. Even Dasha had a but of fun every now and then.
"Whatever you want to call it," she retorted, crossing her arms. "As long as you get my point, I don't care." She turned and walked back to were she had sat, grabbing her book. It was probably close enough to first hour that she could head back to her classroom.
Logan gave David a look that practically said 'I can't believe you're touching me. Ewwwww' before batting him over the head once with his free hand.
"Quit it," he said, tugging at his captive arm. "This behavior just supports my idea of using you as a punishment for my students."
Just then, a loud noise echoed down the science hall.
"Syybillllll!" Trace shouted after his sister as she booked it down the hallway. Loud thunking of his boots against the floor started up as he gave chase. "I have to say goodbye to my little sissy!"
Sybil ran past Logan's doorway before sliding to a halt and backtracking, attempting to get into his class. She paused just outside the doorway, looking back at her brother who was rapidly approaching.
"Get away from me you freak of nature!" she shouted. "And I'm not your little sister! We were born at the same time!"
Trace showed no sign of slowing down as he aimed straight for Sybil. He slammed into her, wrapping his arms around her as he finally skidded to a halt.
"Have a good first day of school! I know you'll do just fine!" he cooed as he lifted her off the ground. "Make lots of friends and be sure not to flash any teachers! I don't want my sister to be known as the whore of the school!"
Sybil attempted to hit her brother to make him set her down, but only succeeded in flailing about a bit.
"But me down you jerk!" she growled. "If you weren't my brother, I swear I'd kill you! In fact, I don't know why you being my brother is stopping me!"
Damian smiled as he shook his head.
"No you can't," he replied before glancing back at his list of students. "I forget what it's like to have a list of names, most of whom I know nothing about. It's a bit daunting."
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