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 Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:37 pm
Shehk had apparently, after some great amount of debate, decided to make her way to the classroom seeming to still be at a loss of what classes she actually wanted to be in even once she'd passed through the door, sighing deeply and taking a moment to see who was actually IN said class.
Well, she certainly seemed to recognize a couple of people, though she did seem to take note of the windows on the other side of the room and thus planted herself on the other side of the room from them. Though it seemed she'd come in while introductions were going on. Introductions...introductions. Hmmmm. Well, there was a moment where Shehk seemed to be pause while thinking about how she would introduce herself.
'Hi, my name is Shehk and I like squirrels so I'm not going to sit by the windows so I won't try to jump out after them?'.. NooOOo. THat would have been a weird introduction.
Eventually, however, she also took a turn to stand up, making sure to make the motion as deliberate as possible thus to keep from seeming anxious or unsure of herself (though there was a lack of alertness in her canine-features).
"I'm Shehk. I like things that smell nice and old nostalgic stories." she finally managed, sort of crinkling her nose after she'd said it like it had come out wrong, before planting herself in her seat again.
Somehow
'Hi, My name is Shehk and passing by squirrels will distract me'
seemed like it would have been more appropriate.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 9:00 pm
Julian had arrived early to class, but had sat as far from the front as possible. That way, he felt like he had fewer eyes trained at the back of his head. That was what unnerved him most about this new, social setting. So many people, watching. What were they thinking, he couldn't help but wonder. Did the demons he passed in the dorms think he was a monster and not a demon? Someone had said that he looked like one, before. But he wasn't! He was a demon, straight up... Oh well.
He fidgeted a little in his seat as the introductions went down the line, getting closer and closer to him. This was a reading class, he liked reading. And thinking deeply about what he had read.
No, really.
When other children his age were out playing or wreaking havoc, like his brothers had when they were little, Julian was up in his room, reading the books his parents let him have. Sure, he went out sometimes, at the insistence of his older brothers, but for the most part he was thankfully left to his own devices. It allowed him to expand his knowledge for his age, but he had few people skills because of it.
And there were so many people in the class with him. At least, to him anyways.
So his nervous behavior was equal parts excitement over getting to finally be in a literature class and apprehension over having to speak in front of strangers. A sheltered child was the youngest Thanatos.
He tried his best to pay attention to the other introductions, but as they got closer to him, the others started to fade out to his own fretting. The first girl was a seer like he was! Only not really... and she seemed a little... stuck-up was a good word for it.
He felt sorry for the Temes girl, 'cause she seemed as nervous as he was. It almost made him want to make friends with her, but he wasn't good with girls just yet. He had no idea what to say to them and was paranoid of upsetting them.
Elizabeth apparently wanted to help Temes, too. But the monster-girl kinda helped herself and when Eli- er, Lizzy introduced herself, Julian blinked a little owlishly. She was so... chipper.
Sin was pretty, but she also seemed a little too into herself.
Valentino was... odd.
He could put Tess on that list too...
After that the other introductions melded together in a growing anxiety in his mind as the list of people to go before him got shorter and shorter.
And then it was his turn.
Sludgesticks.
Julian was standing before you could say trick-or-treat, his feathers fluffed, eyes a little wider than usual.
"My-name-is-Julian-Thanatos-and-I-can-see-when-bad-things-are-coming-and-like-to-read!" The words came out in a jumbled, squeaking sort of rush and he was back in his seat in a flash, his head in his hands.
Death must REALLY hate him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:32 am
Late again.
At least she wasn't too late. It could have been worse. She had to find the perfect outfit this time. It wasn't easy being her. Then again, she probably shouldn't have dropped off those itchy tablets in the laundry baskets. If she was right, the boys in the school would have some really itchy towels this week. Morri giggled at the thought. Of course... there was a chance she had placed them in the girl's laundry. She'd be using her personal towels she brought from home this week, just in case. She liked her towels more anyway. They were big, fluffy and pink but now was not the time to think of such things.
She went to the nearest available seat, sad that she was unable to sit next to Sin in this class. She'd have to stop being late! It looked as if the students were taking turns introducing themselves. Easy peasy!
She sat Mimic down on her desk and waited her turn. Some of the students seemed like they'd make good friends and others.. eh. Boring. Lame. Whatever. Maybe they'd be good to prank at least. Some appeared to be easy marks.
The teacher looked stuck up and boring as hell. If she had only gotten here sooner, she could have put a whoopee cushion in his chair. That would have livened things up! Of course, it would have probably landed her in detention. This guy didn't appear to have a sense of humor at all.
When it seemed her turn, she stood up and flashed a brilliant smile before striking a pose. She placed one hand on her hip and gave a thumbs up sign with her other hand.
"I'm Morrigan and my most interesting fact is also my most guarded secret so you'll just have to settle for looking at me instead." With that she gave a little turn and sat down in her seat, crossing her legs.
She gave Mimic a pat his head, which was really just the top of the chest but if he had a head, that would be likely it, she mused. She couldn't tell anyone about their connection or just how important he was to her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:50 am
Rain sat down at the back of the class, hoping that her semi-tardiness would go unnoticed. It looked like the class was still accepting students, at least. Everyone looked so fun and interesting and the teacher was just.. wow. He was frightening in a terrific kind of way. She wanted to look like that.
She tried to mimic is expression the best she could and promptly stifled a giggle. It was no good. She couldn't be as intimidating as him yet but maybe one day. What made it even more astounding was that he was a unicorn. At least he looked like a unicorn but there was nothing innocent or cheerful about him. He was like a rabid unicorn or something.
She knew she would like him, even if he were mean to her.
When no one else was talking, she stood up. "My name is Rain Rottingham. I'm just a zombie. Nothing interesting about me." At least she believed it. She could jump really high and far. She had the potential to be dangerous but was in control of her hunger most of the time. She couldn't feel pain well and she never gave up on anything. But to her, those were boring things. She wasn't as pretty as some of the girls. She damn well wasn't intelligent and she would probably never be popular. She was the geeky little sporty girl that would always be in the back, barely noticed. That was the lot of the zombies, right?
She hated that. Hated feeling restricted or less because of her race. Zombies were awesome and her goal would be to make others aware of it. It wouldn't be an easy journey.
She realized that she was still standing and that a lot of eyes were upon her. "I'm Rain Rottingham," she stated again, feeling a little more confidant, "And I am going to change the way everyone views undead one day."
And with that, she sat back down, a light blush appearing on her cheeks.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:22 pm
Literature - it was dissecting the corpses of ideas rather than literal corpses, but it was a properly 'academic' subject in a curriculum that seemed otherwise lacking... and at least the Professor was a Ph.D.. It was that fact and that alone which had driven Malodore into Dr. Alabaster's classroom.
The plague doctor watched and listened carefully as the wave of introductions swept around the room. The sheer variety of its fellow students was fascinating, if nothing else. Ghosts and undead were one thing - largely medically boring, once one got over their being sentient in the first place. Reapers were also somewhat ridiculous, with only their 'magic' - pah! - to their very meager credit. But the monsters and demons were far more interesting...
Ah. Its turn. Malodore stood, its metallic feathers clinking against each other as it moved. "I am L.C. Malodore," it said, nodding to those present. "Please, address me as Malodore, should you feel the need to do so."
It had to think for a moment about an 'interesting fact'. "And I have the heart of a sixty-year-old man. It resides in a jar in my study, and beats once every hour, on the hour. An extremely accurate organ."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 1:05 am
Davinica realized, mere moments after entering the Literature room, that long legs and rickety desks didn't work together very well. The tall Garou folded herself into the desk she'd snagged with some trouble: one of those left unobtrusively available for the (probably foreseen) latecomers like herself. It didn't help that this class wasn't even one she had considered taking at first. Lit was a great, yeah; but she could read a book anywhere. If she was going to sit through a class at Amityville, Davi figured she'd go for classes more...fearsome.
That was, of course, before she'd gotten an eyeful of the teacher. All it took was the quick blurb in one of those little student pamphlets: the young monster was intrigued. In between the gales of laughter (and the insistent belief it was a joke - it had to be, the school was jackin' her, right?), Davinica had decided that she had to see something as crazy as a wereunicorn for herself. So here she was, eyes raking over class and country, from her princess neighbor with the - was that a treasure chest? - to the teacher himself. He looked enough like a unicorn, the Garou supposed. She'd been expecting more rainbow.
Davi pulled her eyes from the room and onto the rows in front of her, watching the rise and fall of the other students in the classroom. She snorted sympathetically at the nervousness of a winged student, although that might have been because he reminded her of dinner; the posed prompt from her seatmate gained a raised eyebrow. But it wasn't until midway through the zombie girl's speech that Davinica realized they were all saying something about themselves: and that she was coming up. Oh, candlejack.
On the tail end of Malodore's speech, Davi rose - much to the disdain of her desk, which released a loud crONCH! as the girl extricated herself. Her ears flattened, and she winced. Their not-so-rainbowey Prof didn't look like he'd take to a seat-breaking student. Regardless, Davinica's tail twitched as she straightened.
"Hmm. My name is Davinica Silva." Her hands settled by habit in her pockets. "I... Actually, I think it smells kinda' nice in here." A finger emerged, circling lightly in midair to accentuate the haze of chalk and parchment pungency. Hey, it was interesting enough.
Her desk remained stoically silent as the wolf slid back into it. Maybe, Davi mused, she'd broken its spirit the last time.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 11:52 am
Mai was late. Well, she assumed so, since most of the desks were full already. One of the students, a tall werewolf looking girl, was making a brief introduction. It did smell nice in here, the ghost thought in response to the girl's statment, like old things and nap time. She was still standing in the doorway looking for a good desk when the monster took her seat. She had hesitated, wanting to make sure she sat near at least one warm body. There certainly were a lot of dead students scattered about. Sigh. The small blue flame that was her constant companion floated around her in lazy circles.
Then with muted alarm growing in the back of her head at the sudden semi-silence, she realized she was probably one of the last students that needed to introduce themselves. Candlejack she lamented to herself, a frown pulling at one side of her mouth. She would have liked to have found a desk first. She was always screwing up her first impressions.
"Ah.. Hellooo," she slowly said from the entrance, her voice echoing in a properly ghostly manner. She was positive that everyone turned their heads back to look at her... whether or not that was actually true, it certainly felt like she was suddenly exposed. "My nammme is Moriko Mai," the ghost said, trying to smile but only pulling a lazy and crooked smirk. She leaned on one hip and tilted her head as her eyes wandered to the ceiling. Something to say about herself. She puffed at the paper seal stuck to her face and said the first thing that came to mind. "I like.. cats."
Well, that would have to suffice. She hadn't had enough time to think of something good. Oh well. Without further ado, the ghost slid fluidly into the nearest seat near the back next to a ruffled looking winged boy. She resisted the urge to lay her head down and nap, and instead tried her best to look attentive. She managed to only to look slightly less sleepy. Her spirit flame settled over her desk and floated quietly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:55 pm
Pachua having slipped in with some of the late comers stood again long enough to ruffle his tail feathers and clear his throat.
"My name is Pachua." He puffed up his chest slightly as though daring someone to say something about his name, though what was anyone's guess. "And I am a quetzalcoatl, we were once worshiped as gods." He nodded curtly and sat down again trying to look confidant enough to be worshiped as a god.
The effect was slightly ruined by a slightly wistful, baleful glance at Mai.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 11:03 am
Israfel scuttled in. He wouldn't admit he scuttled, and only 'stupid' birds scuttled, that was what his mother had always told him. Sirens did most certainly not. But Israfel did, and felt that somewhere, his mother was puffing out her feathers at his scuttling. Still, he seemed to have arrived in class on time.
Taking a seat like he was not late, (oh not at all), The siren waited his turn to speak, dread coming over him. He hated, nay, loathed this part of class. But it had to be done. Or else...well. He wasn't keen on finding out what that 'or else' exactly was.
As his turn to introduce himself came, he made a small chirping sound. "Oh, I'm Israfel. And I-". He paused for a second. Calder was in the class? Oh and so were a few others he knew! But then his attention went back to what he was supposed to be doing. "I-" He couldn't think of anything. So he said the first thing that came to his brain. "I like Lady Gaga."
He made a small :< face and sat back down. This was why he couldn't, and shouldn't, be given an audience. He choked up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 9:25 pm
How was it that the more terrifying a teacher was, the more students would be late for their classes? The click-clacking of bony feet racing down the hallway was a very good indication of that fact. If she'd had lungs Tabitha would have sworn they were going to explode just as she had just done ... Through the doorway, that was. Praying desperately to Jack that she wouldn't be noticed as all eyes were on a rather flamboyant collection of feathers elsewhere Tabitha found a desk and waited to speak. It was fairly clear that they were talking about something but there was no telling what as the girl really wasn't attempting to find out. Eyes, or eye-holes really, staring intently at 'Israfel' she tried desperately to not reach out and pretend to stroke his hair from afar. It was pretty!
It was her turn. Or- the siren had stopped speaking and she wanted to be heard too. Placing her hat on the desk and aheming as politely but authoritatively as possible she made her presence known.
"I am going to be the Great Pumpkin King when I grow up." It was to the point and as far as she could tell should let all know that one day they would be serving as her subjects. Sitting back down she smoothed out her dress, ignoring the snickering that was prone to be happening about her. "My daddy calls me Tabitha."
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:50 pm
What fortune! Mai was positively jubilant to see Pachua stride into the classroom. Of course, jubilant for Mai probably looked more like 'maybe mildly pleased' to anyone observing. She smiled a little half smirk at him when he glanced over at her.
Hi there, she mouthed, not wanting to interrupt if anyone was speaking, but determined to say hello to him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:58 pm
Tahki had gotten lost and as a result was very late to sign ups. The gryphon had almost wished she didn't find the class room when she walked in. The class was full of students. Tahki almost choked as she slowly made her way to a seat. All those eyes... all those peers.... all that judgement. Of course this was all in her head and to on lookers looked nothing more then a student making their way to their seat.
People were introducing them selves. Great. Just what she needed. Her anxiety had her heart pumping fast with loud thuds. At least she thought her heart was loud. To the common student there was nothing to be heard. Still she felt as if her heart was pumping so fast and so loud she hugged her chest to make it possibly stop.
She listened right as another student had finished introducing them self. Great, now it was her turn. Now it felt like all eyes were on her making the gryphon want to bolt back out the door from where she had just walked in. But no, Tahki was going to do this. Tahki needed to do this for her self. She felt her limbs shake slightly as she got up to introduce her self.
"M-my names Tahki Yuki," Slowly she felt a little of her courage return to her. "I... I .. errm... gryphons are treasure keepers." She quickly returned back to her seat. The girls face now bright red and her limbs still trembling.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 3:33 pm
Ithilethial had a feeling she was at least some what late to this class. Though it came as no surprise. She'd been late to others, and completely missed one already. Though she'd missed the teacher's instructions for them to introduce themselves, she got the message as she heard others speaking up.
After the last student, someone named Tahki Yuki, had returned to her seat after stuttering through her introduction, Ithi stood up, frowning. She didn't feel like speaking to anyone, let alone the whole class. But she knew it'd be better to do it than to be called out by the professor.
"I am Ithilethial Aranel," the sound of her voice was melodious and actually quite beautiful in contrast with the expression on her face. She paused for a mere moment. She hadn't thought of anything else to say. Or what exactly they were meant to say after their name. She only knew that the last few to introduce themselves had said very random things. "I enjoy nature..." Her glowing yellow eyes blinked slowly, her frown remaining on her dark face, and she sat back down.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:08 pm
Out of the whole lot of students not many had caught Daisuke's attention, they were all fumbling over themselves much like he had done when introducing himself to the class, what a handful that was but now, after collecting himself, he had reassured that it was over and their sole, or maybe departed attention laid elsewhere, on other students, out the window or somewhere blank within the classroom. A certain one, directly on the teacher, without naming any names.
One. Just one, well after the one who proclaimed that they used to be worshiped as gods had passed, made him raise the ghostly blue eyes to them. A ghoul, a gryphon. He had heard of these treasure keepers and being an item or rather, odd 'junk' collector found that very interesting indeed! He wondered what kind of treasure, the glittering rubies of rich red or the deep, cold of a sapphire to a shiny spoon and nickle. Her nervousness was easy to pick up on, there was nothing wrong with it. Most of the students here had been nervous and had messed up on their introduction but she had handled it smoothly.
He blinked when realizing he was just staring. . . As she found her seat, he shook his head gently and offered her a supportive smile without the dire need to speak in front of the very watchful, calm teacher. Who knows. . . This form may lose it's head if he spoke. He settled with another small gesture, a discrete thumbs up sign, he just hoped she got the message.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:26 pm
The gryphon was still recovering from having to introduce her self to so many students. She wasn't used to all these teenagers and had to admit she was more then intimated by them all.
She rose her head right as Ithilethial began to introduce her self only to catch a glimpse of a ghostly figure giving her a thumbs up. A small smile unraveled from her mouth and she returned the gesture, though she wasn't very secretive about it.
Tahki had, after all, missed out on the first part of the sign ups and had no idea what the Dr. was like.
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