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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:15 am
The classrooms are also wide and spacious and resemble lecture halls rather than classrooms, with pitched floors and conjoined desks and the blackboard and the teacher's desk in the centre. There are also windows at the back which provide a view of the grounds. Each class has a homeroom teacher
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 5:51 pm
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More than anything, it amused Rupert how the students liked to view him as ancient, if slightly old
fashioned, (with his white hair and formal clothing). Something that the kids branded as out-dated, with
a touch of senile thrown in as well. For despite a youthful complexion, to them anyone over twenty
could be seen as old. As for thirty, well, forget it. And I’m thirty three… With an almost comical
sigh, he poured himself a second cup of tea. Serving it with a dash of milk and a touch of sugar, he
delicately swirled the mix, his gaze drawn to the nearby window. “Let us hope we have a somewhat
quiet, simple morning,” The man mused, as the first of the morning rays cast their light over Death
City. His thoughts drifting to the first years he’d be overseeing this year. His lips twitching into a rare
smile. “I do hope they’re ready,” He sipped his tea. “We aren’t a normal school, after all...”
…
When the time finally came for the first class of the day, the aptly named Classroom One was empty
and ready for the new students. Large and circular in structure, the rows of layered desks offered a
good view of the empty teachers desk and large blackboard. With high circular windows to the back of
the room, bright candles also lined the wall. But other than that, the only other notable objects in the
room was a book marked Register, on the desk. Also a neat and flowing script, that made up the
instructions on the Blackboard.
~Welcome new students, please take your seats I will be with you shortly. Signed, R.K.
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Partner: Death
OOC: -Please enter, ^^ the lesson will begin momentarily. .
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:47 am
  INDENTShibusen Academy was really something. Glancing down at his watch, he timed himself, power walking his way to Classroom One. There it was, Classroom Uno. Would he savor the moment? Sorin reached towards the doorknob, heart pounding. The moment of his first class of the day? Psh, hell no. The rookie meister sighed, entering the room in a calm manner. Crimson red eyes examined the room, everything looked pretty normal. 'Loki' took a seat, not necessarily in the front yet not in the back. He set his bag down, "It sure is normal." He had a calm smile as he said it, taking a second look at the classroom. Wait a second, something was wrong. 'WHERE THE HELL ARE THE STUDENTS?! Not to mention... the teacher?!' Loki angrily thought to himself. However, he kept his cool on the outside, still with that calm smile. His right fist clenched, gathering all the anger, while he waited for the rest of the students. Being the first one there, never really was fun.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:51 pm
 ____________________Hamilia "Hammie" Porkins
Ears lay awake at any given sign of unnatural tattles while also being deafened by ticklish white earphones with pig faces over them. The songs were set to a relatively low volume by the offset of listening to anything else that can happen outside her mind. Ever since her will to 'reform', her lifestyle has gone from frivolous to mild. Small surges of envy flushed at any given time a stylish broad walked past. In the end, she sighed in her own mix of repentance. She didn't know whether to look around in the other classrooms or check with the teachers to confirm her partner's presence. After coming around the same hallway for the second time, one of her shoulders were starting to get a bit stiff from the strap of her raucously stitched messenger bag. All she had in there were a single folder filled with an two cm worth of paper, a pencil case, three-slide bento boxes, and a bottle of water. Perhaps the stress was only her imagination.
Her searching head successfully found the correct classroom. But first, she looked around for any traces of someone in particular. When there was nothing brief of that said person, she quickly walked in inside the frames of the open door. First, her expectations upon the teacher were well exceeded. Her dreamy coal eyes slightly widened by the sight of him-whom, she saw as a regal creature with resplendent white hair and regal gray eyes. Her hidden anger with her meister had vanished and was quickly replaced with much delightedness.
"Good day to you, Sir.~" Her voice chimed with gentle excitement while she rose her head back from the bow with an even greater luminous smile. She was so enchanted with his features that Hamilia had almost forgot about the one another person in the class. Actually, upon noticing now, Hamilia was again at the mercy of being mute.
In her opinion, he looked like a delinquent who would bully someone in a corporate office. But pretty interesting still. She vaguely noticed the facial mark he had on his face. The closer she was to an empty desk, the quicker she discerned it as a scar. Then, eventually guessed his distinctive taste in color. She stared at him for a while, not knowing much else to say other than thinking to herself; Was a person who likes the same color as I, a bad guy? The thought itself became unpopular and was quickly dismissed. Since she was already staring at him a little inwardly at the angle of being 'awkward', the girl smiled and waved her hand.
"Erm..Hi." And took her seat, looking over her desk and daring not to raise it aftwards.
Total Points: 5 + 6 = 11
Current Rank: Newbie
Word Count This Post: 638
Total Word Count: 4899 + 638 = 5537
Points Gained This Post: 4
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:16 pm
Cogwell Bitruso ____________________Hamilia "Hammie" Porkins Sleepy eyes roamed across the flushing scenery full of moving students, staff members, past bulletin boards and tacked titles. Under her temples were dark circles Sleep has not yet healed since last night. The whole time, Hamilia found herself reluctantly worrying over trivial things such as another Kishin attack or if her partner would actually show up and fill her in on whatever he knew. First off, what contorted expression Gazille made away from her direction was probably not normal and thusly why she was worried. What if he was the type to let emotion rule over his actions? In her early stages of his encounter, she thought of him as passive and yet vindictive and horribly blunt. Hamilia heaved another sigh for what seemed to be the tenth time in the same hour. Well, if there are no other signs of him by the end of today, I'll assume that he was eaten by one of those monsters. Maybe that'll improve my chances of getting someone handsome with a delightful personality. And so, with her still guilt pressing concerns, she linked her eardrums with some music. Hoping the tranquility of Alternate/Indie Rock will cease her one twitching brow.
Ears lay awake at any given sign of unnatural tattles while also being deafened by ticklish white earphones with pig faces over them. The songs were set to a relatively low volume by the offset of listening to anything else that can happen outside her mind. Ever since her will to 'reform', her lifestyle has gone from frivolous to mild. Small surges of envy flushed at any given time a stylish broad walked past. In the end, she sighed in her own mix of repentance. She didn't know whether to look around in the other classrooms or check with the teachers to confirm her partner's presence. After coming around the same hallway for the second time, one of her shoulders were starting to get a bit stiff from the strap of her raucously stitched messenger bag. All she had in there were a single folder filled with an two cm worth of paper, a pencil case, three-slide bento boxes, and a bottle of water. Perhaps the stress was only her imagination.
Her searching head successfully found the correct classroom. But first, she looked around for any traces of someone in particular. When there was nothing brief of that said person, she quickly walked in inside the frames of the open door. First, her expectations upon the teacher were well exceeded. Her dreamy coal eyes slightly widened by the sight of him-whom, she saw as a regal creature with resplendent white hair and regal gray eyes. Her hidden anger with her meister had vanished and was quickly replaced with much delightedness.
"Good day to you, Sir.~" Her voice chimed with gentle excitement while she rose her head back from the bow with an even greater luminous smile. She was so enchanted with his features that Hamilia had almost forgot about the one another person in the class. Actually, upon noticing now, Hamilia was again at the mercy of being mute.
In her opinion, he looked like a delinquent who would bully someone in a corporate office. But pretty interesting still. She vaguely noticed the facial mark he had on his face. The closer she was to an empty desk, the quicker she discerned it as a scar. Then, eventually guessed his distinctive taste in color. She stared at him for a while, not knowing much else to say other than thinking to herself; Was a person who likes the same color as I, a bad guy? The thought itself became unpopular and was quickly dismissed. Since she was already staring at him a little inwardly at the angle of being 'awkward', the girl smiled and waved her hand.
"Erm..Hi."
Total Points: 5 + 6 = 11
Current Rank: Newbie
Word Count This Post: 638
Total Word Count: 4899 + 638 = 5537
Points Gained This Post: 4 (Now that's just plain cold. Demon woman.) Gazille entered the room decked out in his usual punk passion his black hair going down his back suprisingly kept up quite well. He had his hands in his pockets as he went to take his seat beside Hamilia sitting diagonally in his chair and facing her. He still seemed to have a dour vibe about him as he could only imagine the thoughts racing through his "partner's" head. He slowly turned towards the front only eyeing the teacher from afar but not saying a word. He only opened his mouth once to Hamilia as he sat in his chair arms crossed now as he leaned back in the chair lifting the chair's legs off the ground and proping the back of the chair against the wall behind him."Good morning... Hamilia..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:05 pm
____________________Hamilia "Hammie" Porkins His presence was certainly unexpected for all her attention was currently unavailable for him. Warmth and all goodwill radiated from her constant grinning even while looking at her knees. A party was yipping about in the back of her head with a bunch of other Hamilia's dancing with their electric feet. Her hand was placed against her blushing cheek while her midnight black scalp faced the chalkboard. "Huhu..~" Soft giggles came expressed as faint whispers and her torso undulated side to side with mild merriment.
When Gazzille came to sit adjacent to her, she refused to turn and continued to look only at the man near the board. By the time he spoke, she decided it was time to acknowledge him in any way appropriate. Dry narrow eyes peered towards him through the cage of fingers casted when her head lay against the palm of her hand. Haughty ebony locks draped over her shoulders in a way that shrouded his face. Her head gradually geared around as though she was a doll possessed. Her neck slightly recoiled at the little spasm so her face now reflected a bit of strain. A vein pulsated by the side of her temples, carefully tucked by her fingered hair. Through the short silence, her face suddenly refreshed into her cheerful state. Her voice broke out as sincere as possible.
"Oh? Good morning. Have we met?"
Total Points: 11 + 2 = 13
Current Rank: Newbie
Word Count This Post: 223
Total Word Count: 5537 + 223 =
Points Gained This Post: 2
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:22 pm
INDENTSuddenly, his mind was in a jumble. Someone had entered the room, a female. In his opinion, all girls were beautiful, but he didn't restrict his kindness to one gender. "H-Hello, miss." He would wave hello with a slight smile. Finally, something to break the silence. However, the conversation that the boy had wished for quickly shattered. Just some other meister. He seemed pretty rude, too, leaning on his chair with the legs off the ground. The meister let them be, while his cheek rested on his palm, the table supporting his arm. He spaced out, gently pulling on the edges of his bangs with his other hand.INDENTMinutes that had passed felt like hours. Though he considers himself 'nice', Loki still does some pretty weird stuff. Crimson hues glanced at the two. Leaving his bag where he sat, the rookie made his way to Gazzille and Hamilia with a friendly smile. "Ohayo, signore. Ohayo, signora. Qǐng wèn nǐ xìng shénme? " he would greet politely. He would unintentionally interrupt their conversation with a greeting including three languages that he knew. His little greeting would translate into: 'Good morning, Sir. Good morning, Lady. May I ask for your surname?'
[oh oh cookies :I'm pretty sure the translation is wrong. ): ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:06 pm
 ★Giota Sickek★
♦~Chains with Blades~♦
♠ Weapon | Chainsaw | Careless ♠
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Giota walked into the classroom, he peered around looking at the student in the room. Giota had his arm in a cast, not a sling, just a cast, it was a minor fracture, and he really didn't have to even wear it, it was just that he liked to color it. GIota had a very blank face his usual boring glare was in his eyes and a stone wall protecting his soul. He sat in a random seat and sat back kicking his feet up onto the table. He then leaned back....
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Total Points :: 25 + ???
Word Count :: 92
Total Word Count ::3585
Partner :: Kohana Remy
Theme :: N/A
OoC :: [[]]
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:26 pm
Cogwell Bitruso ____________________Hamilia "Hammie" Porkins His presence was certainly unexpected for all her attention was currently unavailable for him. Warmth and all goodwill radiated from her constant grinning even while looking at her knees. A party was yipping about in the back of her head with a bunch of other Hamilia's dancing with their electric feet. Her hand was placed against her blushing cheek while her midnight black scalp faced the chalkboard. "Huhu..~" Soft giggles came expressed as faint whispers and her torso undulated side to side with mild merriment.
When Gazzille came to sit adjacent to her, she refused to turn and continued to look only at the man near the board. By the time he spoke, she decided it was time to acknowledge him in any way appropriate. Dry narrow eyes peered towards him through the cage of fingers casted when her head lay against the palm of her hand. Haughty ebony locks draped over her shoulders in a way that shrouded his face. Her head gradually geared around as though she was a doll possessed. Her neck slightly recoiled at the little spasm so her face now reflected a bit of strain. A vein pulsated by the side of her temples, carefully tucked by her fingered hair. Through the short silence, her face suddenly refreshed into her cheerful state. Her voice broke out as sincere as possible.
"Oh? Good morning. Have we met?"
Total Points: 11 + 2 = 13
Current Rank: Newbie
Word Count This Post: 223
Total Word Count: 5537 + 223 =
Points Gained This Post: 2 "Don't play dumb dammit! You are my partner Hamilia! You're ********' pissing me off!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:10 pm
____________________Hamilia "Hammie" Porkins When the same male with the scarf came over to them, she quickly greeted him with a nod. She tilted her head as she quizzically assembled these vague words into her mind. Sadly, her mind with foreign languages were as moist as a heated frying pan. Hamilia thought of it as both impressive and charming. A pang of guilt flooded her stomach that reached up to her head to reprimand herself for ever thinking so biased to him. Still, he could have just pulled them out of a pocket dictionary. Regardless, Hamilia loved to puff and liked to sponge in formality so she was eager to display the same. A few seconds of nonplussed thinking, she came up with; "Er...Hem..Ham-Hamilia!" She nervously said, pointing to herself in a light of seasoned embarrassment.
Before her cheerfully arched eyes could open to question her classmate's name, she instead leered deeply into a pair of unfriendly eyes after placing a stronger grip upon the surface of her jacket. After about an awkward twitch, the girl decided not to ignore him again. In stark contrast to her frequent dreamy stare, her eyes became hard and slanted. Her still lips then coagulated into uneven lids. Her upper lip ripped into a fierce arch, baring the carvings of a couple of white teeth. A trickling sound hissed from the sharp corners of her teeth. "Tch."
"Well, if you think about it. It's actually more preferable to be pissed off than to be pissed on." Her voice gently let out while she was uncomfortably shifting in her seat to crane her neck in his angle. Her heart was still frantically beating from the raucous alarm he had demonstrated to her from his fits. He kinda reacted that way faster than she would have expected. Her doubts strayed from her original opinion of him being fairly decent and potentially attractive, but his fuse was an improbable bust. For some reason, her heart wasn't at all distracted by the tenseness and rather felt annoyed enough to be palpated raw. Her lips then stilled and phased into a quivering line. She had no intentions to yell. Rather, she leaned forward in a threatening manner while her elbows were still over the chair and desk. Her words came out to be heard no more as a whisper. "I'm sorry you're upset. But for the life of me, I just don't see myself putting up with someone who keeps their partners in the dark and leaves her hanging." Her eyes quickly blinked afterwards, indicating that her confidence in saying this was quite shallow. Though rigid in determination, she refused to be wrung so easily. It was to her inquisitive nature that she simply disliked not knowing what the general would know. It was a touchy side most who avoid to associate it to, but there was also the fact that she did at some point, care about his safety. Or, if he was going to do something stupid, like throwing a nasty fit and quite possibly get charged with vandalism. And how would that look for her? Who promised to be his partner?Total Points: 13 + 4 = 17
Current Rank: Newbie
Word Count This Post: 418
Total Word Count: 5760 + 418 = 6178
Points Gained This Post: 4
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:54 am
 ...Hikari❅Lilica..
| Weapon | Carefree | Newbie | ╔═════════════════ ═ ═ ═ ═ ☆ As Above ☆
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║ Hikari skipped along the corridors, making her way to class. With a big smile on her face, and her eyes bright, one can hardly see her embarrassment and frustrations from yesterday's events. Not only was she deemed useless during the encounter but she freakin' passed out, too. She heard some parts of the story from a fellow dorm mate and was still surprised that things went too far to the point of the cafeteria's destruction... maybe she should check on it later, see if it's already fixed... Wait... let's forget about that for now... focus on finding the classroom. Lucky that she has a pretty good sense of direction so she found Classroom One almost immediately. She gripped her khaki-colored shoulder bag and adjusted her beret before slamming the door open and semi-shouting... well actually, shouting her "Good Morning!!" greeting to everyone in the room, which could also ruin a tensioned mood in the area. Why do I do that? Saa... Oh well~!
Hikari quickly skimmed around the room to find a handful of people already inside. She realized that she might have disturbed them and gave an apologetic bow, blushing a little all the while. "Gomene~ I tend to do that..." she said to nobody in particular and proceeded inside, trying to decide on where she would seat. The room was really unique, unlike anything she has ever seen. She was only used to seeing and being in flat, rectangular rooms so it amazed her a little at the new environment. I was right about coming here~ she thought. Then her eyes caught him, one of the guys who had helped her yesterday (Giota). Remembering her promise to herself, she went up to where he was seated and gave a small wave. "Hiya! Thanks for the help yesterday!" she said sincerely, a smile on her face. How the fight ended was a mystery, but she remembered every detail of what happened before going under the table (lolz). "I'm Hikari, by the way! Yoroshiku!" she introduced, at the same time gesturing to introduce himself, too. She had promised to get their names, him, his partner and the other pair's, too. At least, if she couldn't find a meister-partner for the time being, she should at least try to befriend people. She noticed the cast on his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Dude, are you alright?" she asked in genuine concern.║
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☆ So Below ☆ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═════════════════╝ ♪☾Partner: N/A☽♪
♪☾Post Word Count: 400☽♪
♪☾Points Earned: 2☽♪
♪☾Total Word Count: 3420☽♪
♪☾Total Points Earned: 22☽♪
♪☾OOC: I hate saying that I passed out... >.<☽♪
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:15 pm
Kohana walked into the Classroom, she briefly looked at Giota. He seemed less then amused about being in class so she sat away from him to give him space. She pulled out papers and turned her attention to the Teacher. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the 'other' weapon talking to Giota and she could all the sudden hear speaker feedback in her head. Kohana had never been a jealous girl but she could feel the slight jealousy right now.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:07 pm
████ ▌x ▹ x 失われた記憶が呼び覚ました, 物語永遠のその終わりxxxxxxxxxxxx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬xxxxxx i awaken lost memories, and that’s the end of the eternal story
He turned his head to see an extremely happy girl. He would give her a short wave then turn back to Hamilia. The boy pushed his glasses up with an overly friendly fox smile on his face, "Loki." He would tease her by copying her short response and point at himself. From the corner of his eye, he placed his attention to the vicious-looking man. Loki rubbed the scar on his cheek as the loud smack of his palm echoed in the room. His overly friendly fox smile suddenly flipped over. His eyes slit into an irritated face, but before Loki could do a thing Hamilia reacted. Much quicker and more effectively, too. She handled it quite well. Before he could stick his nose into their argument, he turned around and shoved his hands in his pockets to avoid it. "Thanks, Hamilia." he happily stated, as if she had never made that scary face, and returned to his seat.
He looked around the room, seeing more students chatting amongst themselves. Eugh, why did all the guys think it's cool to lean on your chair with the legs off the ground? Both the other males in the room, Giota and Gazzile, did the same 'cool-guy-on-chair' routine. Hey, they even looked similar. Now that Giota kid thinks he's even cooler with a cast. Loki sat in his seat, returning to his previous position, thinking about how cliché looking the 'cool kids' were. But then again, his own attire was pretty cliché as well. A cool-looking pinstripe coat, a large red scarf, lots of belts, a wooden katana at his side-- some 'cool kid' attire. Loki frowned at the thought and sighed. "Woo." Souls Sliced: 000,000,280 (Word Count) (02) (Point Count)Total Soul Count: 000,001,483 (Overall Word Count) (14) (Total Point Count)Special Thanks to:
Plane Between Planes
I3ambi
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:30 pm
 Aᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ Cʟᴀʀᴋᴇ
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ
Autumn made her way into the classroom, seeing some familiar faces there. Others were faces she had not seen before. That's what she was in the classroom for, to make new friends. Her attention was focused on the door, wondering when her partner would get inside. It was a bit of a bother to wait, so she found herself a seat near the middle and sat down. Autumn sighed contently after resting herself from a day of non-stop walking. both of her arms were bandaged, covering the wounds that she had underneath. OOC:
Word Count: 92
Level Word Count: 92
Total Word Count: 3888
Current Partner: Galland Ryuusai
Weapon Form: Two-handed Sword
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 10:32 pm
  Her heels clicked against the floor as the girl darted through the halls to the classroom. Late? LATE?! On my first day… I managed to knock over my alarm clock and over sleep… Ugh why me? I wonder if there will be any other British children? Will I make friends or be some outcast? What if they all think I’m weird? She thought in a panicked voice she stopped short just outside the classroom, to scared to enter. She offered a silent prayer she could sneak in without being chided. Her silvery hair swirled around her with the sudden stop, her icy eyes sparking with panic and fear.
She took time to smooth her t-shirt and calm her pounding heart. What if…. Da was right? What if I don’t belong here… in all this? Will I always just be his baby to hide from dangers? Ugh I bet none of the other children had their parents come to meet and tour the school, how embarrassing. She mused in annoyance. She took in a deep breath and opened the door, averting her eyes to the floor and wished she was invisible. She decided to act like she was and tried to sneak to a seat in the back without drawing attention to herself. Word count: 216
Total word count:216
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