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 Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 2:02 pm
Teacher: Arden Mayflower
Helpers: N/A
If you would like to sign up for the role of the teacher or any helpers, ask the captain,vice captain, or crew members.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 1:46 pm
--------------A R D E N - - - - - - - M A Y F L O W E R --------------━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ------------------- G R E E D may act as a D R U G. ------------------- IT promises wealth, the realizing of your W I L D E S T dreams. ------------------------ T R Y T O - - - - - F R E E yourself. --------------━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Steps echoed through the empty hall as a black haired man made his way to his classroom, a stack of papers in his hand as he stopped to look outside the window to find that the sun had started to rise, its rays making Arden's grey eyes brighter as he looked away from it, the echoing steps resonating again as he sighed in relief, glad that not many students came early as he. Arden wasn't going to make the same mistake he made his first day coming to school; and that was coming on time. That day, he was so delayed because of all the girls who would start coming onto him and asking him for his number. Jeez, the thought of remembering that day made Arden's brows furrow in frustration as she walked, trying to avoid hallways that led him to entrances. As the sun started to shine, you could now see that he wore a suit and tie, his hair fixed in the regular mixed fashion that he kept it in. Arden had the type of hair that didn't really need to be combed, it was just naturally soft and easy to manage. He didn't mind if it got in his eyes, he had glasses as a shield for them. "Another year starts." he mumbled as he stopped in front of a sliding door, casting his cold grey eyes at the sign that said "Social Studies: Teacher: Arden Mayflower" in big bold letters. Yep, that was his name all right, Arden Mayflower. He hated his last name, for some reason, it made girls tease him more. That last name didn't suit someone the likes of him he knew as he opened the door with his hand and stepped in, ignoring that sign. If you were one of his students, you would know to call him "Teacher" and that was that. But no, the sign just has to put his name on it. Arden couldn't argue though. It would be strange if it said Teacher: Teacher instead of his name, but would it matter? They were in a class, and a class mattered on the lessons being taught, not on how the teacher looked or performed.
Arden entered the usual room. It was clean, perfect. You would even think that he had OCD, since he wanted everything to stay in place. If a student were to try and put gum under one of the desks, know that Arden would catch you, he had ninja eyes. No one can slip by him so easily. There was a reason why the room was perfect after all. The smell of wood was the first thing he noticed when he stepped in, the floor shining as if it had been coated with wax or something of the sort since he could see his own reflection. The walls were white, and they looked as if they were brand new, coated with paint. The shelves with history books behind the classroom were neatly stacked behind glass doors, each shelf having its own different history book separated by time or country. The windows were closed, and so the room was dark until Arden flipped on the lights, the switch right next to the sliding door he entered to. Arden then walked up to his desk, wooden with no marks, just like the tables that lay in front of it, only those tables were smaller. "They better keep this room clean," he scoffed as he placed the paperwork on his table, taking one paper on the top just to make sure he didn't have any grammatical errors. Even though he was a history teacher, he majored in English, and it would be a shame if he made mistakes now.
Then, he sat on the large chair that had wheels on the bottom, fit for a teacher. Arden was still looking over the paper as he ran his hands through his hair, tired from waking up so early to come to school and make the copies. What he held in his hand was just the basic "get-to-know-the-student" paper. It asked for their name, age, 3 things they liked to do and so on so forth. What is surprising is that he actually reads this one by one. Because he was a teacher, shouldn't that be natural? The thought made Arden smirk as he put it down on top of the pile again, kicking his feet on the table to reveal pricey shoes. He was the type to dress fancy as a Prince before. Just because he lost his crown doesn't mean that he lost his sense of fashion. Well, I guess he was somewhat done. Maybe he could get some shut-eye before school started, he thought as his pale eyes looked up at the clock, just maybe a few winks. No. That can't happen. That brought up another mistake as he laid back, opening a drawer to pull out a book called: "THE GREAT GATSBY" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It was a good book, and it was sure to keep him busy before students started to come in. Arden then carefully opened the book to the first page, reading the first words as time passed, his eyes slowly reaching the end of the page and then his hands turning to the next. The door was open, and so it would allow for students to come in without having to knock and bother him.
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Mistress Totaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 5:49 pm
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Fear of whats inside of me; tell me can a heart be turned to stone? ⓢⓗⓘⓡⓞ ⓨⓤⓚⓘⓝⓞ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Shiro hummed a song as he walked around the hallway, searching for a class to go to. The boy was strange to some of the students, no, more like odd. Shiro had a green eye and a blue eye plus a electronic chime was heard in his voice as he spoke so it pegged that Shiro might not be human but Shiro believes he is human so he doesn't really care. He noticed that a door to a class was open which made Shiro curious and walk over to the class with an open door. Such amazement! The class was sparkling clean, including the floors which was so clean Shiro could see his feet reflecting on the floor as he stepped inside the classroom. His green and blue eyes were sparkling with a smile on the boy's lips as he continued to step inside and looked around. Shiro noticed someone was already in the class and was reading a book, probably to pass the time or something but he couldn't get a good look at who it is. "Must be the teacher..." mumbled Shiro with a electronic chime in his voice. He found a desk to sit in which was the desk on the right side beside the desk in front of the teacher's desk. "I wonder if anyone else will come to class." thought Shiro. He slowly swayed his legs back and forth a little as he was waiting for the teacher to notice that Shiro was in class. Shiro opened his mouth a little and he started to sing softly. " Kimi no shashin miru tabi. Omouyo moshi ima kimi ni attara doh naraka" sang Shiro softly. Even when he sings, Shiro has that electronic chime in his singing voice. Shiro doesn't understand why that happens nor does he know why that happens. Shiro is human....isn't he? No, he leaves those thoughts out of his head and keeps believing that he's a human and nothing more. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Mirror, mirror, what's behind behind you? Save me from the things I see.
I can keep it from the world, why won't you let me hide from me?
Mirror, mirror, tell me something-- tell me who's the lonliest of all?
I am the lonliest of all.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 10:16 pm
--------------A R D E N - - - - - - - M A Y F L O W E R --------------━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ------------------- G R E E D may act as a D R U G. ------------------- IT promises wealth, the realizing of your W I L D E S T dreams. ------------------------ T R Y T O - - - - - F R E E yourself. --------------━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Arden had been reading, his gray eyes scanning the pages as the silence accompanied him, counting out the ticks of the clock, which he was already used to. He had his feet on the table, careful not to dirty anything as his face was stuffed in the book, one of his hands holding it and the other on the arm of the chair. Before he sat, Arden had already taken off the coat of his suit, now hanging on his chair so that now the white long sleeve and the black tie remained. On his tie was the crest of his country, a small, shield shaped pin with two dragons facing each other, all made of gold. Some of his long bangs had scattered about his face as he read, so he wasn't very easy to see for students who sat a few feet away from him, where really the closest line of chairs were. He liked to have distance since Arden was the type to never try and add his students into his personal life, he only was told to teach them, and so he did. The length of chairs signified that and warned students not to get comfortable around him. There was no favorite student or wor-----well, there was one of those to him, and he knew that he tortured them, even though he tries not to. "If they are put in the state of pressure, most will surely do well." is something he says to his colleagues whenever they are asking him about his teaching methods or when they hear a student complain to them about his class. Again, no one really gets by Arden, he was always serious, no matter what. There has never been a time when a student sees him laugh or do something that showed some emotion, unless there was something he wanted . . . .
And so Arden was reading, focused on his page so much that the ticks of the clock served as timers rather than annoyances. This very clean room was his haven of comfort besides where he lived, and the morning served as his time of solitude, where Arden was free from work since he always finished grading tests the days he gave them. Right now it was just him and his book. THE GREAT GATSBY, one of the most well-known tales in all of English Literature. Arden could remember when he first read it whenever he reached a certain page of the book, remembering his days as a Prince when his tutors would come and teach him about the book, recite what he knew about the book, as well as make him learn the history behind the book and his author. Believe it or not, Arden was the sentimental type when it comes to certain things, especially when it comes to certain books. There were always certain pages that sparked a memory, and sometimes that memory was happy and most of the time, that memory was ghastly. And so, as his gray eyes scanned the last portion of one of those ghastly pages, from the corner of Arden's eye, he noticed a small white-haired boy enter, and since he didn't look, he couldn't notice what was strange about this one; all Arden cared about was that he was to be quiet. Arden was a great believer about order, and since he knew this classroom was technically his, the students had to follow the instructions, especially one that stated keeping the room clean and one that made them keep quiet. If they had a question, they would raise their hand when class technically started, and right now, it didn't, so meaning this was Arden's personal hours. Sure. he could help a few students with History itself, but they didn't learn anything, this was the first day, so this boy had to stay put if he wanted to remain in the room. If he can't, well, Arden will be happy to point to the exit sign after three warnings. Arden glanced up only a little when the boy took a seat, right after he gaped in awe by the door at how clean it was. "Yes, that's right. It's clean because of me, and so you better keep it clean too", he thought as he glanced back down at his book, reading yet another page that brought another painful memory of his brother.
It was silent when the boy came in and sit down for a while, Arden finishing that one page and moving onto the boring next. He glanced up a few times at the newcomer who sat down in the desk closest to him, which was again, a little far away for the student to see his face. But unlike the student, using his demon powers, Arden could catch a glimpse of this white haired boy and know him clearly, remembering the roster that he was given before he entered the school. It was mailed to him by the faculty, a day before today, coming with pictures of each one. Yes, Arden could remember this boy's face as he glanced up and then back down a few times. Who could forget such strange eyes? Not anyone really. But know that being memorable didn't mean that you were special in Arden's eyes. They were all the same to this indifferent man as he reached the 100th page of THE GREAT GATSBY, there were no exceptions.
Then, a noise. A noise entered Arden's ears as a brow twitched, hearing the boy sing for no good reason in his room. BIG MISTAKE BOY. Arden was the type to easily hear any type of noise that can come out of anything. Hm? You ask if he heard the boy kick his legs? Well, Arden did, he only tried to ignore it since it was the first day, and the teacher was trying to be nice. But now, there was singing involved, and that my dear, could not happen. "Be quiet . . " Arden thought as he raised the arm that rested on the arm of the chair and curled it up to a fist before pounding it on the table, the magnitude of his strength making everything on the table tremble. It was then Arden put down the book and looked in the boy straight in the eye with indifference written across his face, saying, "Be quiet. If you're bored, there is a bookcase over there with something you can read. If you can't stay quiet, then leave at once." He pointed to the bookshelf located to the left side, the opposite side to him on the classroom, neat and organized with a sign taped to it that said: KEEP CLEAN. Yes, keep it clean just like the rest of his classroom. And also, keep quiet. It didn't seem like he looked angry when you looked at him though, there was no narrowing of the brow, but adding the pound that happened before made it seem more like he was. Arden didn't care if the chime added to the electronic sound of his voice made the room sound pretty. No. Any noise bothered Arden. It was because of this boy that his timer, or the ticks of the clock was being interfered, and he couldn't focus. Hopefully he learned by the first day or he'd be kicked out tomorrow.
{ Out. Of. Life. : Sorry he's being mean ;w; }
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Mistress Totaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 5:21 am
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Fear of whats inside of me; tell me can a heart be turned to stone? ⓢⓗⓘⓡⓞ ⓨⓤⓚⓘⓝⓞ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Shiro stopped singing when Arden slammed his fist on the desk, which almost scared the boy. He stopped swinging his legs as he looked at his teacher in the eyes. "I-I'm sorry....I didn't mean to sing...." responded Shiro with that electronic chime. He got up from his chair and walked over to the bookshelf then his eyes scanned at the books that looked interesting. He wanted to choose fast or Shiro would be told to hurry up by his teacher. Shiro finally found the perfect book for him, "The Tale of Despereaux" which was the story of a little mouse named Despereaux Tilling as he sets out on a quest to save a human princess. Shiro smiled as he walked back to his desk then sat down with the book already open as he read the first page of the first chapter. His smile grew, this book was interesting to him even though it only had four chapters. He didn't care if Arden tells him to read a different book because it was too short, there was no way Shiro was going to quit reading this book. Shiro's two colored eyes blinked as he turned to the next page, apparently 'despereaux' ment despair in French which was depressing to name a little mouse like Despereaux but considering that Despereaux was the last mouse born by his mother and nobody thought he would live since he was born with his eyes open was understandable. Shiro finished the first chapter in just two minutes and his eyes scanned the first page of chapter two with his smile growing again. "This book is amazing!" thought Shiro to himself. Shiro was very quiet as he read, the only sound heard was him turning the page. He hopes that Arden wouldn't be too mean to him again since Shiro was being quiet. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Mirror, mirror, what's behind behind you? Save me from the things I see.
I can keep it from the world, why won't you let me hide from me?
Mirror, mirror, tell me something-- tell me who's the lonliest of all?
I am the lonliest of all. ((OOC: Meh, I don't mind if Arden will be mean or nice to Shiro. He's just going to be a good student from now on instead of singing and swinging his legs.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 5:14 pm
--------------A R D E N - - - - - - - M A Y F L O W E R --------------━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ------------------- G R E E D may act as a D R U G. ------------------- IT promises wealth, the realizing of your W I L D E S T dreams. ------------------------ T R Y T O - - - - - F R E E yourself. --------------━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Arden watched closely with his lifeless gray eyes as the boy stiffened from what his teacher had done, a reaction that he expected from someone who looked as shy as he did. As he left, Arden also noticed that this boy seemed strange, although didn't care as he picked up the book that he was so rudely interrupted from, continuing from where he stopped as the young lad went to go pick his own from Arden's special library, a place where all of the books the teacher felt bored with were put. Arden didn't need to watch him any longer since he knew what kind of person this boy would be from how he looked and what he did, and besides, he wouldn't have let him in if the boy was anything less than what he was now, a very reserved one, one that kept to himself. That was a good personality to have along with how he appeared. Though at short periods of time, Arden couldn't help but ponder over the boy's looks as he read his own book, turning pages and skipping a few parts which he knew was boring. He read the book almost one hundred times before, so he really did have the right. Also counting the times his brother had read it for him, which is more than 100. Now getting back to the student.That student of his was not human, although everyone here isn't, right? What a pointless thought to even mention. Everyone in this school was either not human or half human, including Arden himself, who was a half demon.
So his new student sat down, probably fearing that if he was too slow, Arden would start yelling at him, which was a high possibility, seeing as though Arden didn't like students lingering around in one spot unless it was in their seat, which would be a place he would like students to stay in during his lessons. Arden was still reading to himself, getting closer and closer to the end of the book, the dreaded place which all readers must face. Arden hated endings, well because they were endings, and every literature major would know how he felt, seeing as though Arden also had a fond-ess for books if not anything in this world. Arden glanced up once and back down, noticing that the boy picked out one that he read when he was very young, "The Tale of Despereaux", a story that he dreaded since it sounded so pointless. And that was the reason why it ended up in that small library of his, since he didn't want to even look at it, though he knew students would read it themselves, allowing Arden to see it. His brother had loved that book the first time read through, since it sounded so brave and heroic. Hey, that guy even started to say that he wanted to be like that banished mouse., how disgraceful. It is a wonder to Arden how that boy was to be king, and it was these times when Arden almost felt glad that he killed them, too cruel of a thought; though normal for someone as cruel as he was.
So this boy also liked it as well, Arden seeing a smile appear on his face after reading into it. Ugh. He would be one of them, wouldn't he? Those people who resembled kind and shy, yet heroic figures who would do anything to protect others. How very droll, annoying, cliche. It was a common personality among Arden's students, and a hated one for him as well, seeing how it is so common. Oh, how Arden thought of his brother as the pages he turned kept going, the story nearing the resolution as he passed the climax. Oh how Arden remembered how his brother would start emphasizing the words, making it seem oh so dramatic, so much that it became annoying and sometimes Arden would find himself walking away from him, probably off to bed early with a book in hand, another one rather than the Great Gatsby. His brother was the first person he met who had the personality that he so dreaded now, though, it was more amplified on him, seeing how he was to be future king. That man was so selfless that it was disgusting. That man was so wise that it was almost revolting to Arden. He never worried about himself, and Arden knew that was a weakness in itself as a strength.
Soon, Arden found the last page of the book as he started to slow down, his pale gray eyes looking at each word for almost a minute as he switched his legs, the other one now on the top of the other, since he couldn't hold onto that position for so long even though he made it through many pages. He made sure that his feet didn't touch the table by using a book that he didn't like, so to be placed under, one that he brought with him as he run away: his old photo album. It was empty, and it was of the color black, consisting one picture that was his brother who had quite a smile that was located deep within the pages of the small scrapbook. He hated that man, and I can't stress how many times I have to repeat that. Sure there were times when they could be agreeable with each other and sure there were some times when you would think that they were just a sweet pair when you would look back before, but oh well. Most of the time, Arden, with his reserved self liked to stay away from that goodie-two-shoes, especially when that man would report on Arden's little acts that he would do at night with a few guests that would come to their castle. This man was one of the reasons why they like repeated visits, especially with the kind of entertainment Arden provided.
It took a while that morning but then soon the book was finished, Arden closing it with a heavy sigh as he put it down, laying back as he ran one of his hands through his sleek, black hair, looking up at the ceiling as he stuffed the book on his desk with his other hand. One student. That was all who came into the room the whole time. What? Were people afraid of him? The thought made Arden smirk as he sat there. That would be a good thing since there would be a less of a chance that he would get the bad kids. All of them loved to go to the nice teachers so they could slack off. Not Arden. Not Mr. Mayflower. And so, looking at the clock, it also seemed that Arden had some time left before school would start, and when that bell would ring, Arden would be the one to close and lock that door, keeping the late students out of his class to try again later. It was their fault for being tardy and not his. Sure, they could go to staff and say that their teacher wouldn't let them in and report him, but even the staff knew how Arden was. Cold, Cruel, and the most Unfortunate thing that could happen to a student if they were to the the types to misbehave.
{ Out Of Life : Waiting for more students . . . }
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Mistress Totaro Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 5:50 pm
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Fear of whats inside of me; tell me can a heart be turned to stone? ⓢⓗⓘⓡⓞ ⓨⓤⓚⓘⓝⓞ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Shiro read past chapter two, he certainly took his time to study Chiroscurio the rat who apparently liked the light instead of being cooped up in the dark and strangely...Chiroscurio liked soup. That's certianly odd for a rat to like soup. Shiro got to the first page of the next chapter where Magpie was introduced when Arden was finished with his book. 'The tale of Despereaux' was certianly interesting to the boy and he loved the characters and also the storyline itself. Normally, Shiro isn't that protective of anyone...he's sort of a coward which hurts because Despereaux can save Princess Pea but Shiro couldn't save his papa....if only Shiro had been stronger instead of being a coward and hid like his papa told him to. "Despereaux is brave....I wonder if I can be brave too..." mumbled Shiro softly so Arden wouldn't hear him. He took his eye off the book to see that nobody else was in the class, only Shiro and Mr. Mayflower. Uh oh....Shiro was getting a bad feeling about how class is going to be with him being the only student in Mr. Mayflower's class so Shiro made sure he would be good and never, ever do anything to irritate him. Mr. Mayflower looked like a teacher that would yell at any student who is failing his class. Good thing Shiro was a smart boy or he'd flunk the class. Shiro kept two hands on his book, he didn't want to raise his hand for any reason whatsoever at this time. He hoped, no, prayed other students would show up in this class so he'd won't face Mr. Mayflower alone! "Please let there be others! He's really scary and I don't think I can handle being in his class alone!" thought Shiro to himself. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Mirror, mirror, what's behind behind you? Save me from the things I see.
I can keep it from the world, why won't you let me hide from me?
Mirror, mirror, tell me something-- tell me who's the lonliest of all?
I am the lonliest of all.
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 7:54 pm
The quiet before the Storm Loxus I'm better off Alone Temp Be scared of the Light I don't do 'safe' The halls were empty, of course. Class had already started. Loxus tired to quickly walk. Hearing his own steps, for each few seconds. Sound was always annoying. He hated making his own sound. It was like as if something was just keeping on telling him, 'Silence can't stay with you' each time he dropped his foot. Loxus had his messenger pack on the side. But the real problem, would be having his battle staff out of sight. Loxus took out a piece of paper. Stopping in front of a door. He looked to the side. It was his class, he thought. Opening the door slowly, the class was mostly empty. But there was no one in the halls. Autumn tried to sneak pass into one of the empty seat by a window. There was a kid, he thought it was a girl at first. But something seemed off. It was scared, but the only thing there was a the teacher. Loxus wasn't one to be scared. Everything made him just more calm or more violent. There was no middle of it. He reached the back of the class, making sure to not have any eye contact with the teacher. The placed his battle staff down. Looking out the window he took his seat. Trying to act like everything was still okay.The storms coming
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 2:47 pm
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Fear of whats inside of me; tell me can a heart be turned to stone? ⓢⓗⓘⓡⓞ ⓨⓤⓚⓘⓝⓞ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Shiro eyed away from his book to see another student in the class. That's strange...was he always there? More importantly, when and how did he show up? He turned back to his book so he won't be in more trouble by Arden. Shiro slowly read through Magpie's chapter with his eyes still in the book to avoid trouble. "Poor Magpie..." thought Shiro to himself as he read. Magpie was sold by her father to a man she calls 'uncle' for a pack of cigarettes and a red curtian. She was always beaten and given clasps to her ear, turning her deaf to her right ear. What kept her strong is her dream to be a princess, such a determined girl....she was now Shiro's favorite character in the book instead of the main character. If Shiro's papa was still alive and sold Shiro to someone where he was beaten, Shiro would make sure he had a dream to keep him strong. But in reality, if Shiro's papa were still alive he wouldn't sell Shiro at all and keep him no matter what. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Mirror, mirror, what's behind behind you? Save me from the things I see.
I can keep it from the world, why won't you let me hide from me?
Mirror, mirror, tell me something-- tell me who's the lonliest of all?
I am the lonliest of all.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 5:42 pm
The quiet before the Storm Loxus I'm better off Alone Temp Be scared of the Light I don't do 'safe' "Oh, wait. This isn't gym class..."Loxus took out his paper again. 'Gym, Social Studies, English, Math.' He must have had skipped over it. Trying to avoid the teacher. Loxus got up, then placed his bag on his side. Raising the flap, he folded the paper then placed it into his bag. At all cost, he needed to make no sound here. When he moved, he could still hear the clicking of the soles of his shoes. 'Why must there be so much noise?!' He quickly stumbled around some desk but regained quickly. Trying to get to the back of the room for his staff. Once he reached it, he looked back at the two people. He let out a chuckle "Oops, Wrong class." He had made to much noise with the desk, the teacher was sure to be mad at him for that. So it would be better if he just left quickly. Grabbing his staff, Loxus walked causally as he could, out of the classroom. When he entered the hallway, he took out his paper, 'Okay, this time I'm sure of it. I have Gym first. Sounds fun.' He told himself as he moved down the hall way.The storms coming
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 6:29 pm
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the lonliest of all?
Fear of whats inside of me; tell me can a heart be turned to stone? ⓢⓗⓘⓡⓞ ⓨⓤⓚⓘⓝⓞ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Shiro took an eye from his book to see Loxus leaving and now he was back to being alone with the teacher. Perfect...maybe if Shiro was quiet enough, Arden might forget he was there. No, that won't work...he already knows Shiro is in the class even if Shiro was being quiet. He didn't want to be alone with this teacher, he felt like he was going to be the one Adren was going to unleash his worst to if he steps out of line. He slowly continued to read his book and got to the fourth chapter, the final chapter of the book. Despereux's quest to save Princess Pea wasn't really his focus anymore, he was hoping that another student will show up and actually stay in the class. " Please let more show up...." thought Shiro to himself. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Mirror, mirror, what's behind behind you? Save me from the things I see.
I can keep it from the world, why won't you let me hide from me?
Mirror, mirror, tell me something-- tell me who's the lonliest of all?
I am the lonliest of all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 10:49 am
gaia_star Koakuma Tsuki the warlock in training gaia_star  "Ne~! We got to hurry Demitri or we'll be in big trouble!" The young warlock in training was riding on Demitri's shoulders, cling on them gently so he won't break Demitri. He was a delicate doll since he has layers of china doll skin and he can break it easily. "It's okay Koakuma....we'll make it..." mumbled Demitri calmly with a expresionless face. Demitri made it to the door for Social Studeis and set Koakuma down from his shoulders then put a hand on the doorknob. "Koakuma....we're lucky that class didn't start....did you bring a book for you to read until class?" asked Demitri in a calm voice. Koakuma smiled and nodded then showed Demitri the book he had in his arms, it was his favorite book which was called 'The Lightning Theif'. Demitri slowly opened the door to avoid making any noise and led Koakuma to a seat near Shiro while Demitri sat in a desk beside Koakuma so he'd keep an eye on him. "Don't you have a book, Demitri?" whispered Koakuma softly. Demitri nodded and pulled out a worn out Charles Dickens book from his coat pocket then opened it to where he had a leather bookmark saving the page. The book was so old that the title was too faded to be seen but the author's name is seen. Koakuma opened his book where he bent the page where Percy was at Camp Half-Blood and realized that he was a demigod but he didn't know who was his god parent yet. Koakuma didn't even know who was Percy's god parent yet so Koakuma kept guessing in his head. " Maybe his god parent was Zeus? No...maybe Hermes?" thought Koakuma.  gaia_star Demitri the doll gaia_star
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