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 Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 10:46 pm
Zane stalked silently down the hallway, a notebook clutched under his arm, his expression appeared worrisome as he walked along.
"I told you already, I wont do that." He mumbled under his breath as he walked seemingly alone.
"But your late already so just go ahead. I swear to you no one will find out" The voice echoed within his mind. As such it was not to be heard aloud. Yet Zane still responded to this unseen presence.
"Give me a good reason why i should!" He said louder,jumping slightly at the sound of his echo in the hall, he slowly looked to his right at another boy who was walking along side him. Of course if anyone were to come along they would not see him. As this person was Rion, Zane's split personality.
"Your lost." Rion stated in a monotone, crossing his arms as he spoke.
After another moment Zane smiled slightly and nodded.
"Alright."he thought. Taking the first exit he seen,ending up outside as he had hoped for.
"Guess I can't do much if i don't know where i should be going." Zane said aloud, this time just talking aloud instead of to Rion.
Then with a sigh he sat on a bench, loosening his death grip on the notebook.
It was there he would sit, his knees to his chest, and his eyes scanning around. At least until he couldn't be there any longer, or was forced to move by Rion.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 11:02 am
The goofy grin just increased, the whole of it only on one side of his/her face. "Thanks! Don't mind if I do!" He replied almost estatically, while inside he was turning a mental grin, this one cocky and a bit egotistical, towards Kijt, 'See what happens if you say hello to someone?' Raine almost collapsed bonelessly to the ground in front of Iris. "I'm R- Kijt," He explained, twitching slightly as Vyx started yelling some very not nice things because of his almost slip up. "Nice to see I'm not the only one who like to eat in hallways." Raine's voice was pretty much the same as Kijt's voice, after all, they had the same vocal cords, but he spoke lower than she did. (Just giving you hints on how to tell them apart later!)
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:02 pm
After what seemed like a long time Zane took a deep breath and stretched his legs out before he attempted to stand.
"Where are you going?"Rions voice rang out withing his mind.
"Hungry" Zane muttered as he slid his notebook across the bench and stood.
He then stretched once more before he headed towards the door he had initially come through. He wasn't sure where to find lunch but he assumed that like any other place that it would be almost at the center so everyone could get there with no hassle.
At that thought he shuddered slightly. He wasn't to keen on being surrounded by tons of strangers, though he was a people person to an extent. Even so he would of felt more comfortable if he knew a few people at least.
After a rather confusing walk, and a few misdirected turns on Rions behalf, he found the lunch room.
Walking by a few people in the hall he soon stopped at the lunch room entrance,and he took a deep breath as if preparing himself before he entered.
On the other hand Rion had already begun to wander around the lunch room,and though no one could see him It still made Zane abnormally nervous when he couldn't control his mind like he wanted.
"Want me to take over?" Rion asked, suddenly appeared beside him as if he were there all along.
Zane just shook his head with his reply "I'm fine" before he stepped forward towards the hopefully decent food that was to be served
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:18 pm
Draconis VonTrapp xXBisexual FlanXx Nausicaa nodded. "Me, too. Trust me, it's not miraculously(sp?) going to get easier, but I wish it would. That could make my life a lot easier. I have Mr. Baker for it, and he gives the largest amount of homework of any of my teachers. Thank God it's the class I'm not stupid at, or I'd be dead." Nausicaa was pretty good at chemisty, actually. She just got a dead brain in math. She dreaded it the whole day long.
((Sorry for the short post, I'm a bit brain dead myself. Also, if there are any spelling errors, sorry 'bout that too. I'm on a computer without spell check.)) ...Seen too late.
(( Of course, the one weekend I get booked to perform on all day, is the weekend that suddenly four A BAJILLION pages spring up on. X_x ))
Kai chuckled at the phrase 'not stupid at.' As they were leaving the classroom, he said, "Well, good! Then you can help me not be stupid at it. I could use a few, ah, not-stupid lessons," he joked. He then nodded. "Yeah, he's sadistic and evil. I'm barely keepin' my head above water in his class." He sighed, walking at a faster-than-normal pace to get to class on time, hoping Nausicaa would keep up. "What electives and stuff do you take?" he asked as he opened the Chemistry class door, letting her in gentlemanly before following. She struck him as an art/theater person, but he was only basing his assumption on the fact that she wasn't good at math and had a very unique sense of style. And a little niggling part of his mind hoped to find another theater geek like himself.
(((And the one day you can post, our power and internet went out for over 12 hours.)I know what you mean. I had a weekend like that once. Four, actually. Last year, this year doing Oliver Twist(I got to be a rich lady. Who got robbed. With five lines. And I traded them off with someone else for two of the five proformances.), this year doing Danny, Champion of the World(I was Dr. Spencer, proving that I am not the worst actor in the world. Just really young.), and this weekend, doing Bye, Bye, Birdie. I didn't get a role in this one, but only because I'm in 7th grade, and 8th graders get priority. Wow, that ended up being really long. Sorry...>.>))
Nausicaa smiled. "I'll try to give you not-stupid lessons, but my teaching skills are...dead...-ness. On a stick. With knobs on." She was able to keep up with him, since he wasn't that much taller than her. "Hm...electives. I believe I have traditional dance and preforming arts." She sounded uncertain, because that was just how she rolled. She liked giving people the benefit of doubt.
Nausicaa found an empty science table, and pulled out a chair for him, and then one for herself. Hey, he could act gentlemanly, but she would act gentlemanly right on back. Even though she was a woman. That made it a little funnier, actually.
...Seen too late.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:45 pm
Iris smiled back at Kijt. "I'm Iris." she took another bite or her lunch. She was surprisingly hungry for how much she had been sleeping. Somebody walked by and dropped a few dollars. She moved her foot so that the person wouldn't notice if he turned around. When he was out of sight, she picked up the money, stuffing it into her already too-full pockets.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 7:31 pm
His confusion was quickly forgotten due to his embarrassment. "...Well I'm glad that I can cheer you up at least, but you were still acting like you didn't know me... so... you weren't hurt?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 8:53 am
(( Ouch. Yeah, that's how it was when I was in high school. They don't give lead roles to freshmen, regardless of the fact that I'd have acting training for four years. ;>> I was booked to dance at Scarborough Faire all weekend, so I was gone from 9am till 8pm just about. So, needless to say, when I got home, it's just like, *collapse and sleeps für twelve hours* ))
Nausicaa was funny! Kai found himself laughing more than he normally would have. And alas, she was a performer! Maybe that's why they were connecting relatively well. Ooh, he wondered what her specialties were. Drama? Comedy? Improv? And what did she mean by 'traditional' dance? Well, I suppose I can just ask, he thought sarcastically. "What do you specialize in?" For some reason, this really excited him. He himself was a comedy improv kind of guy. Drama didn't come real easy to him. Over time he thought that might be because of the drama at home, but he didn't like to think about that. If he was asked to do something in the drama category, he came to a mental block that he couldn't work past. Eventually the director caught on and stopped asking him to play the martyr, and thankfully didn't push for details.
When Nausicaa pulled his seat out for him, he quirked a smile and gave a small curtsey before seating himself. Hm, the independent type perhaps? Perhaps one that didn't like working in big groups? That would be a real find, since Kai was much the same way. With a careful diligence, he extracted his book, notebook, a pencil, and some cheatsheets — those he hid in his lap. Well, Chemistry was difficult; it was only natural that he'd have a notecard or two with the formulas on them for reference. And the teacher didn't have to know. Nope, not at all. Though, lifting the book in such a way made his sore deltoid pang. Not too bad, but it was still unpleasant. He wasn't even sure how he got that injury. He'd been arguing with his step-dad, and then he couldn't remember anything else until he woke up the next morning. Not that it hadn't happened before, but it was starting to worry him slightly.
Realizing he had been digressing in his mind, Kai shook his head slightly, as if shaking the thoughts from his ginger head, and blinked, giving a small reassuring smile. He hoped he hadn't daydreamed through Nausicaa's answer. Or through the teacher talking. Had he started speaking? Kai wasn't sure. That would be embarrassing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:11 pm
((Wow. I remember doing Oliver Twist and taking naps between shows because it was so exhausting, even with five lines. I'm not worried about that for my high school, though. I live in the artsiest city in the entire of our state, and basically, at the high schools, they cast the best people as the lead roles, and the people who can't act don't get it. And seniors don't get priority, as awesome as that is. The good actors do.))
"Hey, that, like, wasn't a joke." Nausicaa said(In an obvious valley girl accent), knowing full well that it had been. She punched him lightly on the shoulder as he sat down. "My specialty? I'm pretty good at comedy. I mean, I can keep a straight face. I'm better at romance and tragedy, or some mix of those three. I guess. Actually, that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, even to me. Give me a second, I'm gonna try that again." She didn't have time to do so, though, because the bell rang(rather loudly), and Mr. Baker started talking in that tone that suggested that he was already irritated with the class. Next to her, Kai was spacing out. She felt like she should poke him with something, but suddenly he shook his head and blinked. It probably shouldn't have mattered, but it was Mr. Baker, so he should be on the lookout.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:16 pm
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa grimaced, "Well, Alaric, I went to sleep..." She hoped he would understand it. Then she smiled, "I don't believe I was hurt, if you are referring to my trip." Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:23 pm
"Sleep? Never mind... I doubt you want to talk about it... I'm glad you weren't hurt." He smiles at her, his cheeks getting redder, The green in his eyes seems to have spread a little.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:26 pm
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa's eyes lit up, and she leaned closer to him, "Your eyes are green." she whispered, and then pecked him on the cheek again. "Thank you for your concern. I really appreciate it." She handed him a drawing, his eyes were darker than the one where his eyes were gold, but they were lighter than the brown. She grinned at him. Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:36 pm
"Are th-" His question cut short by her kiss, He face instantly starts glowing red, "Why do you keep drawing me, I'm not that interesting..." It's because she likes you, us, I never can get that right. Your not helping.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:39 pm
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa smiled at Alaric, "I think you know why I keep drawing you. I draw things that make me happy." She giggled. Then she looked up at him through her thick lashes, "And you make me happy, and I like you." Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 7:52 pm
His eyes returned to the normal most brown as she spoke. He smiled his cheeks could not get redder by this point, "I... I..." he looked back at the drawing, then spoke softly, "I like you to Karissa, Thank you for the drawing."
((I don't think it will be easy to convince the other personas to like him. 4laugh ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 8:10 pm
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. ((Alaric's personas, or Karissa's? blaugh ))
Karissa giggled, that was the first time a male had said anything nice to her. The only other male in her life had been her father, and that was not great. "That is very nice to know." She told him. Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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