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 Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:37 pm
**walks across campus after the first full day of classes and heads toward the football field and Mysia**
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:27 am
Wally
So there was only minor combustion on day one, not too bad. Wally and Cassie had managed to finish the rest of the assignment without difficulty, and now Wally had a new friend. Things were coming up roses for West.
Although, today he was a little more worried...
Standing outside of the locker room, Wally took a deep breath to psyche himself up. Football tryouts were going on out there, and Wally was determined to make the team, even if he was only a Freshman. All he had to do was make a good impression on Guy Gardner, the team captain, he figured, and everything else would fall into place.
Wally exhaled and opened the door to the locker room, stepping inside.
****
Hartley
"I am sure it comes as surprise to no one that first chair goes to Mister Peterson."
The Maestro pointed to Hartley, who stood up and took a slight bow as the rest of the band applauded politely. He was becoming rather comfortable with his new identity, where no one knew he was part of the infamous Rathaway publishing empire.
Where he was free to do whatever he wanted. With band practice done, Hartley started packing up his flute to head out...wherever he wanted. He hadn't bothered going to any classes besides band and metal shop yet.
"Mister Peterson, a moment."
Maestro Bowin stood over the youth and lightly grabbed his flute.
"You seem to have done some modifications to your instrument."
"Er, yes. I've been working on a way to get the sound to..."
Hartley trailed off. This was hard to explain.
"Go on."
"To make it do what I want it to more easily."
The Maestro didn't answer, but inspected the flute, holding it up to the light and admiring the extra keys and modifications Hartley had added.
"Very interesting indeed. I look forward to hearing how effective it is."
The Maestro handed the flute back and smiled thinly.
"Miss Darkholme has inquired about you again. I do believe you should consider talking to her. She has a few openings in her class."
Hartley shrugged.
"Maybe, I'm pretty busy..."
"Of course you are, "Thomas." Well, as long as you show up for my class, I don't care either way."
Hartley nodded and headed out. Why was Miss Darkholme so damned interested in him, anyways?
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:47 am
**after finishing his bath in the school pool (and receiving a prompt lecture from a teacher who was swimming in it at the time, Namor?... Achilles approaches the lockerroom where he had been instructed to go**
**Princess Diana, or Professor if you will, suggested a team sport to help him become better acquainted with the rest of the school body, and she thought football would be in his best interest**
What was football anyway?
**Achilles pushes open the lockerroom door and walks inside**
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:55 am
::Clarice walks down the hall quickly. New year, new school and she was already late!::
Grr.. If I had just teleported...
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 8:57 am
Hartley
Hartley stopped stock-still in the hallway and stared.
Was that girl...purple?!
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:49 pm
Chris collapses on his bed after a long day.
I had no idea what Professor Allen was talking about today....
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 4:26 pm
Cassie was in the girls locker room getting ready for cheerleader try outs.. It looked like the coach was Ms. Harley Quiin..
"Well here goes nothing.."
Cassie stepped into the gym which had some of the other tryouts with her she took a deep breath.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 4:29 pm
Chris glances at the clock.
AW CRAP!!! I forgot the cheerleader tryouts! I wanna scope the babes!
Chris grabs his jacket and starts running for the gym.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:29 pm
Cassie was the last one.. the song chosen by the coach 'Hey Mickey..'Cassie rolled her eyes given such an annoying but classic song she began to cheer and dance in her small red shirt and short Gym shorts.. She ended with a split. The coach was clapping and cheering Cassie knew she made it and smiled..
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:32 pm
Chris had arrived just in time to spy throw a window and watch Cassie's performance.
Aw man! I missed almost all of them! Ack!
He loses his balance and falls off the trash can.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:40 pm
*Cadet Allen's first day at the school was also the first daty of classes. Which denied her the opportunity to really explore thre place. Not that she felt really compelled tpo do so in the first place. Just the same, it was quite a bit to go through.*
*She made it back to her dorm room, and started unpacking her sparsely packed bags. Most of her clothes were in the vein of military uniforms. All were folded or rolled in a manner that indicated she expected inspection at any time.*
*After placing her clothing, she started putting up a serires of athletic devices. Then she stretched a bit.* Well. This is going to be "fun."
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:42 pm
* After hearing some noise she goes outside to see Chris in the trash cans..*
"Hey what do you think you're doing over there?!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:48 pm
Chris picks a banana peel off his head.
I..uh..well...you see....
I was going to try out?
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:51 pm
"Well okay..We do need more boys on the team.. I guess I can talk to the coach.. You might want to take a shower first though.. no offence but you smell like garbage.."
Cassie walks in talking to coach Harley Quinn to let Chris try out.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 6:55 pm
Chris's eyes dart in all directions, searching for an escape.
Uh...yea. Shower. I should totally do that.
He makes a beeline for the boy's locker room.
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