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c a m p _c a p t a i n Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:24 am
The Stork chuckled nervously, shifting in his seat as the children took their places. He had a rather delighted look on his face as he adjusted himself at his desk, shuffling papers. When everyone had arrived, he handed out papers to the class. As it was the first day, he rather supposed he'd best not tax their brains today, after all, he didn't want them to utterly hate him when it came time for exams. "Pairs of two for this one, kids, pairs of two to work..." He thrummed, "Please hand your sheets in once completed. Find the person who has the matching problem, and solve it together!" It seemed a great way to let the kids meet one another, and be introduced to classwork all at once! At least...that was what he hoped to convey.
On Rae and Phoe's sheet was written:
Quote: A problem with one variable: Al's father is 45. He is 15 years older than twice Al's age. How old is Al?
Post order: Rae, Phoe
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 3:30 am
Raven's wings twitched as he looked at the sheet placed in front of him Huh....He hated math. Even easy, it pissed the bird off. Sure, it was easy for him, sort of....well, the counting was. Getting up from his desk, he swung his legs over to the side, standing up tall, and looking around, "Hey! Who's got the problem with Al and his dad?" The boy wasn't exactly quiet, and he was doing his best to ignore a certain fire-bird. Sure, the other was FUN, but...he was also ******** irritating. Letting his wings stretch, he looked around, "Anyone?"
Phoenix had been wondering the same thing, but he wasn't going to do anything so preposterous as waving his assigned sheet about. Honestly, he was more content to wait until everyone else had gotten themselves sorted....and then that absolute imbecile had to stand up and volunteer the information. Wondrous. It would have to be the damn Raven. Rolling his eyes, he stood to his feet. "Over here, if you're looking for Al." He responded. Great, now he was saddled with him due to random assignment. The fates loathed him didn't they?
His feathers ruffled and he sighed, heavily, "Great....." The gods had some terrible senses of humor, if they were shoving him and Phoe together, "Hey birdbrain." He muttered, popping into a seat next to the fire bird, looking away, kinda determined to either make the other do all the damn work, or annoy the ******** out of him in the process, "...So you got stuck with Al's issue too. So what's the answer?"
Oh so now he was all chatty. Grand. Ember-like eyes narrowed at the way that his avian partner almost demanded the answer from him. Sitting down slowly, he sighed heavily, leaning back in the chair. "I don't know yet. Do you think I worked it out in my head whilst waiting for you to saunter over here?" Gods no, what was the point of having some idiotic partner if they didn't at least contribute some brainpower to this project?
Raven shrugged, glancing at the other, "I dunno. Thought you had some kinda good brain, but you know, guess not." A tiny smirk turned up the corner of his mouth, his golden eyes wicked, "'course, I kinda got the same feeling at the food court. Not the brightest birdie in the flock, even with all your fire, are you~?" He loved tormenting the Phoenix.
A blond brow went up, and he snorted softly, "Why should I work half so hard when I have an idiot like you to do it for me? I could have solved it in a moment but..." He shrugged a shoulder, "Honestly I don't care. This class is boring beyond all belief, and if you think for a moment I'm going to do your work for you, you've another thing comin'." Oh goodness yes, he would find a time to put that little brat in his place.
Rae snorted, "Riiiiight." Taking a pencil, he spun it between his fingerless-gloved hands, tapping the eraser against his chin. This really wouldn't take long. But he wanted to be a stubborn brat, "....Tch. Yeah right. Then do the first part of it, oh great one." The sarcasm was heavy in his voice, and he was grinning like a really annoying Cheshire cat. God this really was too easy.
"We subtract fifteen from forty-five, of course..." He replied, as though the answer was obvious, reaching over and snatching the pencil from the other boy's hands, as the motion annoyed him. Gods, the raven really was a complete dunce. "I'm betting you can do that, right? Or did they teach you nothing in grade school? " Honestly, he already knew the answer, but he fully intended on making the other work through it, just so he could grin snidely at the end of it all.
"Thirty." He answered quickly, tipping his head and looking at the Phoenix steadily. It wasn't like Rae was stupid. Far from it, he was actually pretty good at math, "Thirty divided by half of Al's age, which is two. The answer's easy. It's 15." Glaring at the other, his wings were fluffed up, irritated as ******** by the other. He really hated Phoe, "I'm totally sure you ALREADY knew that, smartass."
"Oh, good boy, you do know your math. Since you managed to make it out of grade school, perhaps I should buy you a cookie..." It was snide, intensely condescending. "Would you like a cookie?" He really wasn't going to dignify that last answer with a response, he simply started to take his pencil, and write down the legwork for the problem. "I'm jotting this down, so I suggest you do likewise...give it a moment so it looks as though we actually tried..." He heaved a sigh. Yes, didn't want to be stuck in a confined space with this twattish fellow any longer than needs be.
Rae's golden eyes narrowed, and he snarled low in his throat, clicking his teeth together. Letting a wing extend slightly, he aimed to knock the firebird off balance, or at the very least screw up his penmanship. Rae's own worked quickly across the paper. More tidy than one might think, for a creature like him, he was doing it rather as if he was bored. Tch....Phoe was one irritating sunnuvabitch, that was for sure.
And naturally, Phoe countered with his own wing, making a low, amused sound. "Juvenile." He murmured, refusing to let the other rile him in the midst of class. If nothing else, he wanted to impress his teachers with good behavior. Good grades, and good standing in the opinions of those he felt deserved recognition. Raven, of course, was none of these, and the Phoenix fully intended to ensure that one of these days...the other boy knew it.
The Raven hissed, "Showoffy brat." Finishing his paperwork, he grinned, signing it immaculately, "There. Gimme your paper, birdbrain. I'll take it up to Mr. Crane." He really REALLY hated Phoe...one of these days...he'd prove it too. Getting up, the boys feathers where ears would be were fluffed, and wings as well were ruffled in irritation.
However, Phoenix had no interest in entrusting his paper to this particular nitwit, and he shook his head. "We'll both turn it in, as we should...as we're likely to be dismissed when we do, or did you not hear the professor?" Likely as not the twit hadn't been paying a lick of attention. That seemed about his style, to only give heed when it suited...selective hearing as well. Moving to his feet, he folded his paper in half, preparing to march up to the front desk. He'd had enough mingling with this wretch.
Rae gave him a nasty look, and aimed to snatch the paper out of his hands, his golden eyes fierce, "Gimme. Now, Phoenix. Just lemme turn it in, and get the hell out of here." His usual uncouth language was dished out, as his irritation rose. He really was trying not to let that firebird get under his skin, but he WAS.
But instead, Phoe whisked the paper out of harm's way, and merely sauntered up the aisle betwixt the desks, smirking as he handed the homework to their rather excitable teacher. "Raven and I finished, may we be dismissed?" He inquired, and at a nod, the boy turned to go, turning to wave at his classmate. "I'll see you later..." And knowing that the other was still looking, he mouthed the word peon before heading out the doorway. Ah yes, a very fine way to spend class, the ruffling of that dolt's feathers.
PEON?! Oh that was it. He was gonna have that bird's wings on a golden platter if it was the last thing he did. Practically all but slamming his paper on the teacher's desk, Raven stormed out, moving down the hall. It was about damn time he went and let some steam off....One of these days...
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