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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 4:52 pm
You know the drill ladies! What we have here is a basic one on one roleplay!
Setting:
Lavender Bay Highschool is one of the best school in the local area. Large campus, new buildings, all the great thing a student could ask for. Shame it isn't where our sorry blokes are located. About 4 blocks away is the public, run down Joshua Gabe Highschool, or loathing called "Gabe High". Only the best of the best common folks go there for. Roight! Its a small campus but with good people and the likes. Cafeteria food is the norm and the teachers are lenient. What else could there be to want?
Characters:
Every freaking one.
Time:
Gawd,... must I? ITS CURRENT DAY! YIPPE! -skips off-
NOW LETS GET THISA MOVIN!
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:10 pm
((OMG's I posted.))
Papers rustling in the small biology classroom was nothing new. When the teacher shouted out "Oh shi..." so loud that people down the hallway could hear him well....that was slightly unusual.
Logan stood next to his desk grabbing as many papers off of his now coffee-soaked table top as he possibly could. He looked a bit flustered as he tried to mop up the spilled liquid with his shirt.
Lucky for him, he had already finished his last class. He was planning on heading back to his place but got distracted by his grading, once again.
"Dammit dammit...." he muttered as a small puddle began to form on the floor. He let go of his now sopping shirt and went to grab a paper towel. As he walked over to where he kept them, he pulled the shirt off over his head, throwing it onto one of the lab benches. He grabbed the entire roll and walked back to his desk, ripping off a few of the pieces. He squatted down and began to mop up the mess. He let out a sigh as he did so.
'If only every day went this well....'
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:37 pm
David smiled as he skipped into Logan's room.
"Oh mate~! That sounds horrid."
He stopped dead in his tracks and started laughing.
"Oh thats great! Thats just peachy! Let me get that camera of mine."
A the freshmen were just starting to be shown their way around the school when a curious Sophomore made her way into the school. Kendra wa her name and sneeking around was her game.
"What were my classes again?" she muttered to herself as she pulled out a small folded up paper in her hands. Unfolding the paper, she looked down the list until her eyes caught upon a name. A certain Mr.Sykes.
.:OMG, how od you spell that name? :.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:55 pm
((Close. Mr. Sykes.))
"Shut it, David, or I'll do it for you," Logan retorted, standing back up. He walked over to the garbage can and threw the paper towel away. He went back to his desk and grabbed the long, white lab coat that hung over his chair. He grabbed it and slipped his arms into the sleeves. He didn't button it, but it served it's use anyway. At least, for the most part.
He took the papers and stacked them together, making sure to keep the ones with coffee stains on them separate from the clean ones. Dasha yawned as she walked out of the main hallways into the library. How boring. She had only been going to the school for about a year and already she was bored with the place.
She wandered about the shelves, her eyes scanning the different books. All of them seemed to blur together at that point. She finally shrugged, closed her eyes, and ran her finger over the rims. She stopped on a random one, opened her eyes and pulled the book out.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 5:03 pm
Trista yawned as she awoke in her brother's room. Rubbing her eyes lazily, she stood and strolled into Logan's room and stopped next to her brother - who was still caught up in his fit of laughter.
"What is all the noise for?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes once more.
David's face was flushed red as he he gripped his side, laughing more.
Flint yawned as he strolled down one of the school's many hallways. There was always some place to go and something to do. For him, it was finding every idiot he could and simply beat the crap out of them. Verbaly of coarse. If he actually started fights the school would have proof of him being a horrid student. And to a honest, he couldn't have that happen. Nooooo, his mother and father might take out that shovel they used to kill his uncle and make a nice little spot for their son. The thought was brilliant, as was the humor it brought him. However, despite his want to see it happen he couldn't screw up his life over one little thing like that. A whistle escaped his lips as he found himself coming to a small room crowded with students in chairs, computer monitors glowing in their faces. It was the group of students that actually got up early in the morning to come to school and play games together.
Perhaps for this he could stop his walk.
Popping into the room he walked until he came to an open seat.
"Ello Love," he said faintly as he sat down.
Juliet looked over at him, smiled, then turned back to her screen.
"Hallo, Flint dear."
Kendra freaked slightly while standing in the stairway. It was thee Mr.Sykes that she was going to be taking Biology with? She couldn't believe it. What was her luck. She could have been stuck with that Ms.Kauffman teacher but no, fate had handed her the best teacher on a golden platter.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 6:05 pm
Logan set the papers to one side of his desk, shooting David another glare before whipping his hands on his lab coat.
"This is not boding well for yourself, I hope you know," he said as he shook his hair from his face. He let out a loud sigh as he sat down in his seat, glancing back over at David, then Trista.
"Your brother has found a bit too much amusement in other's inconvenience, I'm afraid," he answered her question. He brought his hand up to his forehead and began rubbing his temples with his forefinger and thumb lightly. He had a feeling that wouldn't be a great day for him.
Dmitri stood with his hands on his knees, panting a bit to catch his breath. He brought one hand up and whipped a bit of sweat from his forehead. He straightened his back up again to look at the sidewalk ahead of him.
He still had a mile or so left before he was up to his normal distance. He tried to shake his hair away from his face, but found much of it was sticking due to sweat. He paid it no heed and just stared running again.
He had been running every morning before class for some time. It started out as a suggestion by one of his teachers who just thought he needed somewhere to get his excess energy out. It didn't really accomplish getting energy out, he was still quite full of energy, but he did enjoy it. And it gave him something to do in the mornings.
"Trace, you're a jerk!" Sybil yelled as she burst out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Her hair dripped down her shoulders as she pouted in the doorway.
"I don't know what you're talking about...." Trace replied casually, flipping through a magazine. He lay relaxed on his bed with one arm tucked behind his head.
"Give me my clothes back!" Sybil demanded, glaring over at him.
"I wonder why she thinks I have them..."
A loud thunk followed as the hair drier landed just next to the bed Trace lay in.
"Hey!" he shouted, recoiling from the edge. "You could hurt someone with that! At least throw a pillow or something at me! Sheesh!"
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 2:33 pm
.: Okay, since this seems to be a thing with you. It is "wipe" or "wiping". To Whip, is something entirely else. I've noticed you like to do that a lot. So, I figured I'd tell you so you would know. Its kinda like me and my "Quite, Quit, Quiet" issue. They are all so similar!!! FYI, I looked it up too just in case. And I am correct. Tee hee. I just don't want to seem like a jerk. :'3 :.
Trista smiled as she came closer to David.
"I'm sorry Mr.Sykes. I'm sure he is in a lot of pain for being so cruel to you?"
David paused and looked to her, a laugh caught in his throat.
"Trista, are you kidding? He-"
In an instant Trista had his arms crossed behind his back, pain shooting up his arms. Her knee went flying into her brother's back as she used hi weight to send him flying into the student's desks. A smile came to her face as she brushed her hands off against one another. A moment later a faint "ow" was muttered from the hurt David.
"See," she said with a smile, "I told you he was in pain."
A silver mustang pulled up to a small ranch house, its engine rumbling as it sat in idle. A young man sat in the driver's seat, his blond hair being brushed from his eyes.
"Luna love, good morning," it greeted as a girl with long silver hair skipping from the house and popped into the car. She leaned over and hugged him gently before leaning back and securing her seat belt.
"Morning Dietr. Ready for the great day of school ahead of us?"
Dietr smiled gently, a small giggle fluttering in his chest.
"As ready as one can be doll."
Bindi smiled as she walked about her room, watter pot in hand. The gentle glow from the morning sun striking her tanned face, adding to the warm glow that seemed to shroud her. She was almost done watering the plats in the green house when she gasped, pulling her free hand to her lips. Two booted feet stuck out from beneath a bench, brown corduroy pants reaching over the edge of the boots. A smile came to her face as she knelt down and looked into the shadows. There, hidden from the morning light, was a young boy. Choppy purple hair hung in his face, a black collar with a purple bell hanging from his neck. His breathing was gentle and relaxed as he lied there.
"Oh dear,... You poor thing. I recognize him... hm,.. Boy,.. Oh dear boy, will you please wake?"
She reached out and touched him lightly, causing his brows to furrow and a low murmur to escape his parted lips. Slowly his eyes opened, bright indigo staring out at her as he roused himself.
"Ah, good child. So you are awake now I suppose? Please, will you come out from under there?"
She stood and waited for him as he slowly made his way into the sun, shading his un-godly bright eyes from the sun.
"I'm sorry Ma'am. I must have dosed off. I hadn't meant to stay here. And I-I,... I didn't break in or anything. I came in from the courtyard. Through that door there." he paused to point towards a small door in the corner, "It wasn't locked so I assumed that I could enter. Forgive me."
Bindi smiled gently as she listened to him.
"Have I had you before young man?"
Her question caught him off guard by the abruptness of it.
"Ah,... Perhaps? I used to go here long ago. I just started up again. Xavier Abelev Ma'am."
He held out his hand t shake hers which she kindly took in her gentle hands.
"Mr.Abelev. I'm sure I've heard that name before. You've just started here again? Ah thats right. I remember you now! The young Russian boy. Oh, you were so little then."
Xavier blushed slightly, taking his hand and scratching the back of his head.
"It was only 9th grade. I wasn't that little. But I guess it has been some time. Forgive me, but what was your name?"
Bindi smiled, pressing her hand to her chest.
"Oh, how rude of me. I'm Ms.Kauffman dear. I teach Biology and Zoology. I also conduct a few science electives and I run the Greenhouse club that you can see all around you."
Xavier's face brightened as she spoke.
"Gardening is lovely isn't it! I love the smell of the flowers all around me. Ha,... I think thats why I fell asleep here. Oh! I think I have you this year. I was lucky to come in at the start of the second term. I haven't missed much."
"How did you come about to sleeping here?" inquired Bindi, which sent Xavier once more into his shell.
"Ah,... you see I don't very well have a home at the moment. I've been looking around the area for a place and well... ha.. funny thing. I was looking about the school yesterday and I erm... Kinda found my way here and fell asleep."
His face flushed once more as he wrung his hands.
"I hadn't meant to. I guess I was just a tad more tired that I thought. Ha,.... eh..."
His head sunk slightly as he stared at his feet, playing now with his plaid shirt. He jumped slightly when a warm hand gripped his shoulder lightly.
"Come dear. Lets get some food into you and then you can worry about all that. Here. This is the door to my class. Follow me in will you please?"
Xavier followed slowly, not really knowing what to do. this was all so unexpected. Nor was it going as he thought it would. He had feared a lecture of some kind.
"Russian boy? Do I still have such a strong accent? Oi,... I guess it doesn't matter vether or not I do or don't." he muttered as he followed her in.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 5:37 pm
A broad smile came upon Logan's face as he watched Trista and David.
"Thank you, Trista," he said as he put his feet up on his desk. He'd have to straighten the desks up again, but he simply felt relieved at the sight of David's pain. Hm, catharsis works wonders.
He put his arms behind his head, relaxing back into his seat.
"Sooo, David," he said, a smug grin on his face. "How are you this morning?"
Dmitri stepped through the front door of his home, glancing down at his phone for the time. He was running a bit late that morning. He'd have to hurry up and get ready. No breakfast for him that morning....
He hurried and turned the shower on, letting it run for a few moments before hopping in.
It only took him a few minutes before he was out again, hair dripping down his shoulders. He got dressed and used the towel to partially dry his hair out. It was still rather wet, but he didn't care. He ran back out into the living room and grabbed his backpack before swinging out the door, shutting it behind him.
He jogged down the sidewalk towards the school, staring up at the road ahead of him. Cole slammed his fist onto the ringing alarm clock that sat next to his bed.
"Shut up..................no....." he mumbled, shoving his head underneath the blankets. He slowly let his hand slip off of the clock, a small indent left in his palm from the buttons.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:12 pm
David pulled himself up, his head peeking over the edge of the desk.
"Little ol me? Ah, you shouldn't have asked. I'm doing mighty fine mate. How else would I be? Not like you, you can be sure of that. I'm not one to spill Coffee all over me."
A smile slipped to his face before quickly disappearing as Trista looked at his with a icy yet casual look that did more damage than a glare ever could.
Kendra couldn't believe her luck still as she fumbled with her locker door. 24, 8, 39. Wait... Or was it 76, 24, 19. Was there even a 24 in the combination? She threw her books to the floor in a fit of rage. This was a horrible day for him. Perhaps she should just kill herself then and there. But then she wouldn't be able to meet that wonderful hunk of muscles in her 1rst hour. She hummed to herself as she sent a violent kick to the middle of her locker. The shock caused it to vibrate loudly and swing open upon the removal of her boot. She stared at it for a moment before smiling and picking up her books.
"Who needs combos anyway..."
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:22 pm
Logan shook his head lightly from his spot at his desk.
"No, of course not," he said, slowly regaining control of his temper. "Cause you just get thrown into desks by your younger sister."
Damian had been walking in the hall when he heard voices coming from Mr. Sykes' classroom. He would have thought nothing of it until he heard a crash. He was still at one end of the hall, so it took him a few moments before he got to the doorway. He popped his head in and looked around.
"H-Hello?" he greeted, spotting the three there. "What was that sound?"
Dmitri came to the doors of the school and opened them, stepping inside. He lived quite near to the place, so it didn't take him very long to get there. He casually walked down the hall, glancing up at the lights. He was earlier than he thought.
His stomach complained loudly to him that he hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. He pouted to himself, remembering that he had eaten the last granola bar in his bag the day before. Perhaps one of the teachers would have something....
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:39 pm
David stared at Logan, a smirk upon his lips.
"Fighting back would be child abuse Mate."
Trista turned abruptly when she heard Damian. Without an exclaimation she pounced upon him, hugging his neck.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:51 pm
Logan shrugged.
"If you say so," he replied, glancing over at Damian. He gave him a small smile before turning his attention back to David.
"Now pick up my desks before the students start coming." Damian stumbled backwards at Trista's sudden pounce.
"Hullo Trista," he greeted, bringing his arms around her waist in a light hug. "Please don't knock me over..."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 7:03 pm
Trista smiled, a small giggle coming from her.
"What? You don't want me and my wonderfuls laying on you?"
Her comment aroused a stern "ahem" from David as he stood and straightened the desks, a sour look on his face.
"I should get going,...." he muttered as he made his way out of the room, a smile slowly regaining its usual place.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 7:15 pm
"I never said that," Damian corrected. "I just don't want to fall over at the moment. I think it just might hurt." Logan glanced over at the two before waving his hand at them.
"Now now, if you two are gonna get all lovey-dovey on me, go back to your own room. Or at least the teacher's lounge."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 4:24 pm
Trista shot a playful glare at Logan before pressing her lips against Damian's.
She pulled back, smiling, and then skipped off into the hallway.
David shook his head slightly.
"Thats my sister for you."
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