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 Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 1:23 pm
Alice sighed the only thing that was going through her head was Class, class, class, class, class, class, class, class, class, class, class, class, class. Kind of sounding like the tune that she learned in music class, so it sound like this Do Mi Sol, Do Fa La, Ti Re Fa Sol, Do Sol Do. She kind of kept repeating it, in a way, sort none stop, until she saw the notebook on Richard's Desk. She wondered what was on it, they always said curiosity killed the cat, but it never really did kil the fox now, did it? She knew one thing and that was private space, and it was one of the Human rights. So Alice left it alone, and minded her own business. She started viewing the blackboard, and eventually white squeaky chalk pieces.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:26 pm
Gavner looked around and sniffed around. He showed his teeth at some rabbit and chased after it. He grinned when he caught it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:37 pm
"Stop! That's enough." I stopped my steps at the voice of my dance instructor. I walk over to the towels and wipe the sweat from my forehead. No good today either. "You still need to work on your expression and landing. We'll start on the basics again tomorrow." My instructor walked away to his office as I kept my face focus on the ground. Basic, basic, basics, first day of the semester and all he says is the basics. Grabbing my duffle bag, I head towards the locker room and changed back to my regular outfit of jeans and dress shirt. As I head out of the dance studio, I pull the hair tie out and brushed through my locks. Taking out any kinks. Pulling out my cell phone, I glance at the time. School wasn't over yet. Tch. Walking into an random class. I sat down at a empty seat next to someone with dark raven locks and bright scarlet eyes such as mines. I kept looking front and messed around with one of my hair strands. A sudden chill than went throughout my spine.
"A cat person...?" I whispered to no one in particular. I already knew I was not the only animal in this school. In fact, many more littered in the crowds. I don't need this course, but beats sleeping outside with other animals' trying to bother me sleep. I lie my head down and snore quietly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:21 pm
Someone sat next to Gene and he was almost certain he'd heard the boy whisper something about a cat person. But that did not make any sense at all. How would he know anything about it? "What did you say?" Gene asks finally, as calmly as he can manage, turning to face Kevin. "Something about cats?"He prompted, though he was certain he must have misheard.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:37 pm
Sigh, he heard me. Opening my eyes again, I glanced over to the boy next to me. "I said cat person. Does it matter? Are you?" Sitting back up properly, I lean slightly on my side, resting my arm on the desktop. "Personally, I prefer birds."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:13 pm
Gene was quite perplexed, but answered honestly. "Oh. No. I have never owned any cats. Or birds. Or any pet for that matter. Birds are interesting to watch." He nods almost to himself, as though deciding he approves of his own response, and starts pulling books from his bag. "Sorry to interrupt you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:22 pm
I walked into class, after standing outside for sometime, and noticed the seat next to Gene was taken, so I sat infrount off him instead, swinging my leg over the back of the chair. "Cat people? I love cats!" I smiled, "My brothers a bird..." I smiled then relised "...person, bird person." I looked away from them all, abit embarrassed.
I looked up, and then over to Elaine, "Uhhh... is this your sketch book?" This was my polite way of asking if I could see, I slide the sheet of paper which had a picture of Eliene as a love bird on it. I hoped she wouldn't take that the wrong way.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 2:00 pm
[[Sorry about the shortness]]
Elaine looked up and nodded. Then resumed copying down what the teacher said in her notebook. She glanced at the paper Richard had been drawing on, she pointed. "Can I see?" she asked quietly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:07 am
Alice looked over at the conversation, just pretending that she wasn't listening to them. But, she had good ears so that wasn't much of a problem. She went through her messanger bag and found a notebook and a pencil and opened it, the was filled with pictures of dresses, t-shirts, blouses, jackets, pants, skirts. She had a fetish of drawing when she was younger, but know she just drew the front, back and sides of all her creations. So she started skecthing on the piece of paper.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 10:23 am
I nodded and push the paper more towards Eliane. "May I see yours?" I matches her tone and volume of voice.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 4:03 pm
[[Ack- Sorry for the belated response. >.< I couldn't find where the post left off for a while.]]
Connor smiled amusedly and chuckled heartily, instinctively throwing his head back. Once his fit of laughter had died down, he allowed a lazy half-smile to spread across his lips, and tilted his head slightly in curiousity. Huh. Must be a genius kid.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 10:44 am
I looked up again, "And what, exactly, is making your hippocampus produce endorphins?" I looked back at the bourd. "Now, are we going to be doing 1+1, Quadratics, or ei pi = -1 and aphi(n) = 1 level of things round here." I searched around in my bag again, "What class is this again?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:55 pm
Gavner whooshed the rabbit around in the air, puncturing it. It was his favorite part of the killing an animal process, really. You got to stretch as your head whirled around, yet you were feeding your instinctive wolf hunger. Both sides were a win really. Except a loss for the daring rabbit who would dare to come to the school where so many of his own rabbit kind had sadly or violently met their end. Non-the-less, food was food, and Gavner liked food.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:23 pm
Gene smiled a little at Michella's slip. She was entirely too carefree; she had not even thought of what she was saying. But then, maybe that would be good for him in a friend. Seeing as how he thought most people were entirely too carefree, it seemed logical to consider that perhaps he was simply too uptight. What a thought. "He draws them pretty well, too."
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