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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:24 pm
 ✗Maaran Khadri
☾Meister☽
Teacher _____________________________________________ It seemed as though he would actually get some peace and quiet when everyone descended upon him at once. First was the other teacher, asking his name. She knew his name. He felt it was annoying how she asked his name despite the fact that it seemed obvious. Then was some midget screaming about something or other and trying, failing, at trying to sound tough by swearing. Another midget showed up and said something about his partner. With each of them, Maaran responded as they occurred:
First the teacher approached him. As her gaze followed him, he continued to walk away knowing full well that she apparently had something to say to him. When she finally got up the courage to say something, she introduced himself and asked for his name. She seemed confident, and Maaran found it irritating that she felt the need to act so confident about such a trifling matter. Of course, she wasn't weak. Maaran didn't care so much about weaklings and strong people. Weaklings tended to be annoying, which was why he disliked them. If a strong person was annoying, then he disliked them. Such was the way of life. Also, Maaran was annoyed by the fact that she was asking his name. They were both teachers, and while it was Maaran's first year as a teacher it would be hard not to know one of your two colleagues. Without turning to face her, he said roughly, "I know who you are. And you know who I am." It was simply, and while he didn't say it in a snide tone, his voice was extremely menacing and could strike terror into the hearts of a toddler.
Then, the kid approached him. Some midget, Maaran didn't even recognized him. When he mentioned the cafeteria, Maaran took note of his foolish swearing, trying to seem tough. Maaran could pull off swearing because he was terrifying. Some midget Freshman couldn't. In response to the cafeteria comment, Maaran said flatly, "I don't care about some goddamn cafeteria." In all honesty, Maaran had been instructed to test them, and so he could have said that it was actually Death's fault as he assigned Maaran to take care of the people indoors. But he didn't say this. Because, as his words stated, he didn't care about the cafeteria. If they had one, he wouldn't care. If they didn't have one, he wouldn't care. Then, the student said that he wasn't afraid of him. "And I'm not afraid of some f***ing little sh*t who thinks he's hot stuff because he picked up a few swear words." With that, he began to walk away. But that didn't appear to be enough, as right after saying that the other teacher jumped in front of them. Maaran's cold eyes stared at the teacher. He wasn't going to kill some cocky kid for trying to get him pissed. That wasn't quite worth killing.
Then another kid came. He was acting like some sort of jackass, and this kid annoyed Maaran more than the other one. Midgets needed to learn some respect. Speaking to him as an equal was something Maaran didn't even let other adults do. Calling him by his last name was fine, but Maaran was the name his parents gave to him. It was special. He could be called "Khadri", "Mr. Khadri" or even "Jackass Mother F***er" and he wouldn't get angry. But calling him Maaran... That was another matter. Turning to face this kid, his eyes stared him down and electricity began to dance over his arm, red electricity. His special move was being charged. He was the type of individual who didn't give warnings. In an instant, with speed unrivaled especially by a kid like this, Maaran stepped forward and was right next to the kid. His hand clenched onto his face, with his entire hand covering the kid's face. He was powerful enough that, if he so wished it, he could kill the kid just by charging a little more energy through his hand. His eyes were extremely angry, and if someone didn't intervene he would really kill this kid...
((Bad move; please note that Maaran is a lot higher level than you and there's no real way to get out of this situation (I thought of possible solutions, and they are all godmodding) :/ Sorry mate, but even if you are evil or whatever you have to hope that Bio intervenes)) _____________________________________________
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:38 pm
 ↯↯ Professor Fantôme ↯↯ Weapon ↯↯ School Nurse ↯↯I will treat the wounds of a bird,
I will mend the cuts of a boy,
I will bandage the scraps of the girl,... How... embarrassing. Her cool look obvious did work, for he could see straight through her mind. She was just trying to make some friend her age and and put the wall of being confident and strong, but he broke them down with only a wipe of word, her composer crumbling to her true form. Slumping slightly forward, she had a saddened look of defeat from his words. She knew his last name, but not his first, the most interesting part of a person. Maybe he just prefers to be called by his first name, so I shall just call him by his last name! The determined Professor slump disappeared back into her, at least, composed and comfortable form. He can flip my head like that so easily with no sweat, and yet... I really am pitiful. Corra mentally scratched the back of her in the failed attempt to even try and be a brave, strong person. Would this man ever consider just being friends? Does he accept anyone into his life? Did he ever have a partner? Who... is he? The questions gnawed at her head every time she met his strong, heavy eyes. The dark circles under them told her he didn't get enough sleep- does he sleep? No, those are dark circles of constant non-sleep. Sleep apnea? No time to sleep? Just dark circles under this man's arms brought up all these questions and assumptions she had no true answers to. Knowing more about this man, the more interested she became. Does he have a partner now? If so, are they cool and fierce like Khadri? So many things I want to know! But... he wouldn't talk to me. That dilemma was a big problem; He would even dare talk to her, just telling by his personality. He probably can't even stand the sight of me. I must be an annoyance.
Corra had no more time to think about Khadri for things were heating up quickly. Another young cocky boy came up to Mr. Khadri, actually knowing his first name. Corra found this as a huge insult to Khadri, and it looked as if he found it off the chart disrespectful to give the child a death penalty. That would not happen. Corra didn't feel like she would have to do this to anyone, especially to a teacher, but she narrowed her eyes and in a swift move, her arms had turned into two long, thin blades with half of her arm a metal bar, holding the blade close to Khadri's neck and her other arm/blade in between his wrist, ready to pull it down on it and cut the hand off so that the young student would be free of his crushing grip. Whispering softly to Khadri, her whole body and mind as a different, serious person. The deadly personality she only showed her victoms before they were about to get murdered. " Put him down... you will have your chance when I am not here to witness it. " A shockingly cold tone to the student. Corra agreed with Khadri on this. Disrespecting his name was unforgivable, and he could be killed the next time they encountered each other. Her sharp, soul cutting eyes pierced into Khadri's eyes, not taking her arms away until he let loose of the boy. If he didn't, Khadri would just have one hand missing for the rest of his life. Her thoughts blanked out, her eyes only showed a killer's gaze, and her swift stance gave the radiance of experiencing. he would have to come up with a decision quick before she would just take off his hand by default. Then she would have to patch it up later and that would be an awkward silence in the future. I will hurt when the bird hurts again,
I will cringe when the boy cringes in pain,
and I will cry when the girl crys out for a friend.  {Partner: N/A}~
~{OCC:} 
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:15 pm
Jimmy Lockehart Weapon||newbie||miester☸no one has tooken hold the fire Concealment, Lonliness, the choking dark
that was all I knew
then came salvation, freedom 
{OoC: Yeah I know this was a bad move anyways. As I see it sense my partner is no longer rping here, it's my job to cause a little insanity. Azzurro also said I'm not allowed to let my bio intervine... at least not for the moment.}
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He laid an eye on his large bodied teacher, and then in a flash the teacher's palm was gripping his face that of nearly being able to crush it. He could feel the tacher's rising rage. Even if it meant sacrificing himself for Shiver's plan to succeed. Lightning of a crimson color was rushing over the teacher's arm a technique once seen used by a weapon trying to escape the camp. He got far, but not far enough to escape the clutches of death. Maraan wasat the slightest chance going to kill him. Jimmy's eyes grew large, but not of fear, but of anger. The information he collected off of him was enough to write an entire book for the sad and depress to read. Maraan's life to Jimmy was a story filled with lolipops and sunshine, but what would they know, Jimmy doesn't have any information on him other than that he was a weapon 16 years old, and his weapon form was a lighter. No background info, and no family to call upon. This is what made his pissed more than anything. Maraan just couldn't enjoy life! As far as Jimmy was concerned his partner, the cafiteria, even the blow to the stomach a day or so ago was old news, but seeing Maraan's history made him boil. So he gets arrested for killing 3 kids, so what! He went to jail for five years because of that, so what! He spent many years in prison, SO WHAT!! Jimmy lived in a slave camp for most his life. He lived in a place that was kill or be killed. Jimmy could go on and on about how Maraan's life was better. His eyes returned the same cold blooded look of hate back at Maraan. Then he noticed a set of blades appear in front his vision of Marran. They sprouted from the nurse who's eyes were all too familiar in the dance of death and hate. Jimmy was tempted to grab the Axe spray can in his back pocket and just blow it up. Everyone near it would take some kind of heavy damage no matter who they were, but no, he stood straight bodied eyes still mirroring Maraan's gaze behind the steel sword, and hands opened palmed as to show no resistance or fear in the face of death. What could fuel this kid, this Jimmy Lockehart fellow with such bodacity. Was it courage, anger, stupidity, or maybe even madness. What would happen next was anyone's guess.
______________________________________________________  My story holds darkness, and pain,
all that keeps me warm is my flame
I plan to kill, for that's my game Stats Speed/Agility: 6 Strength/Endurance: 6 Reaction: 5 Stamina: 4 Soul Ease: 4 Wc: 418
Twc:4859
SP:47
PETP:4
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 12:12 pm
Kohana left the classroom in an air of frustration and walked down the hallway. She didn't want to make a scene with Giota sitting there looking at her. As she headed down the hall, she heard a commotion. She walked to a corner and peaked around it, Mr. Khadri was standing there gripping someones face and there was a beautiful woman standing there. Kohana knew her but couldn't place the face, Kohana knew Mr. Khadri and knew that she couldn't be afraid of him or he would never like her...as if he liked anyone. She walked from around the corner and touched his arm, he was mad and she knew that she would probably get hit so...she slightly prepared herself. In a calm voice and the most forward, direct eyecontact " Mr. Khadri, please stop."
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 1:15 pm
Jimmy Lockehart Weapon||newbie||miester☸no one has tooken hold the fire Concealment, Lonliness, the choking dark
that was all I knew
then came salvation, freedom
{OoC: }
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Jimmy's eyes started to show mixed emotions, confusion, and anger. He couldn't understand why everyone that was here was protecting him. He only expeirenced kindness once or twice in his life: his parants, probably long since dead of his escape, and the one who took him in after helping him escape. Who were these people? He couldn't understand why they were helping him. Nothing was understandable to him here, his eyes still showing hate and confusion.
______________________________________________________ My story holds darkness, and pain,
all that keeps me warm is my flame
I plan to kill, for that's my game Stats Speed/Agility: 6 Strength/Endurance: 6 Reaction: 5 Stamina: 4 Soul Ease: 4 Wc: 76
Twc:4935
SP:49
PETP:1
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:20 pm
✗Maaran Khadri
☾Meister☽
Teacher _____________________________________________ No words came out of his mouth, but his eyes showed his deep and profound rage. Maaran was about ready to kill the kid... Looking into his eyes, the midget seemed to be angry about something... He had yet to taste anger. His anger, it was nothing. Being profoundly upset was something that only a person such as Maaran had experience. The type of rage that could cause your soul to implode... The type of rage which could cause you to murder everyone around you in a bloody massacre. Maaran was not a sad individual. He was not a happy individual. On a spectrum of happy to sad, he was neutral. No... Maaran was just morbidly pissed off. This kid... Maaran felt like he would kill him just for standing there. For thinking he was superior. Having a sob story did not matter. In fact, the little b****** should learn that no one gives a f**k about his past and he should just move on. Such was how it was with everyone. Maaran's life hadn't been pleasant, but he didn't give a sh*t. The only reason he was in jail at all was because he got angry at people easily. And because he hates people. Especially annoying people. And this little sh*t was annoying the f**k out of him.
Just as Maaran was preparing to deliver the final blow, the nurse stepped in and told him to stop. Honestly, despite her words, Maaran was prepared to kill him; and take on her afterwards. There was no reason for him yield to her; it was his decision to kill the student. Without moving, Maaran said in response to her comment about not being there to witness him executing the student, "Then leave." His voice was harsh, unwavering. If she wouldn't allow him to kill him while she was there, then the logical solution would be for her to leave. Just after saying this, another girl came and placed her hand on his arm. He didn't know who this midget was either, and she was irritating him just as much as the others. A few words wouldn't stop a hurricane, prepared to tear apart an entire school. And a few words wouldn't stop Maaran. Despite all of these people's efforts to stop him, he was still going to kill the kid. But then he noticed that people were beginning to peer out of classes to see what the commotion was outside. Thanks to these idiots coming he would create a scene and attract even more unwanted attention to himself.
Avoiding the blades pressed against his skin, Maaran slammed the student into the ground. His strength was great enough that he could crack the ground and injure the student. But it wouldn't kill him. Angrily, Maaran turned away. His coffee had been lost in the process... "This isn't the f***ing Breakfast Club. Get in my way again and I'll kill all you f***ing flies." "Flies" was an appropriate term for how he felt about students. Annoying and weak. With a snarl towards the students who had peeked out of their classrooms, he caused all of the spectators to disperse immediately. Without waiting behind to see how the kid had fared from his ridiculously powerful attack, Maaran walked away, vanishing until his class later that day.
[Exit] _____________________________________________
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 10:31 pm
Jimmy Lockehart Weapon||newbie||miester☸no one has tooken hold the fire Concealment, Lonliness, the choking dark
that was all I knew
then came salvation, freedom
{OoC: Note that i'm still in the hallway }
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Maraan had no fear in doing what he was going to do to Jimmy. He just simply, but quickly moved his arm away from the nurse, and within seconds the back of his head crashed down into the tiles. Jimmy laid motionless for a few seconds. While he laid for those few seconds a series of questions passed his eyes. However he didn't take time to answer those, as answering this would lead to him trailing off into unconciousness. As he got up, he could see the puddle of blood made from his blood. He forced his body up, and began to walk away from the nurse. As he did so he could hear kids murmering, whispering," How can he stand after that? Is he a kinshin? Is he okay?Is he available dating wise?" He continued to walk along the hallway as if the bleeding wasn't still happening. He once again slipped into the shadows of thehallway his blood still dripping.
______________________________________________________ My story holds darkness, and pain,
all that keeps me warm is my flame
I plan to kill, for that's my game Stats Speed/Agility: 6 Strength/Endurance: 6 Reaction: 5 Stamina: 4 Soul Ease: 4 Wc: 162
Twc:5097
SP:50
PETP:1
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:05 pm
Kohana stood there for a few moments and knew that she was going to do something stupid...but she waished that Giota was there. She looked at the nurse and shrugged " I will not learn from him..." She turned and walked to the Death Room, she wanted to speak to him herself. She feared Mr. Khadri and hated to even be in his presence. She revved her soul and built the courage and approached the Death Room.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:14 am
↯↯ Professor Fantôme ↯↯ Weapon ↯↯ School Nurse ↯↯I will treat the wounds of a bird,
I will mend the cuts of a boy,
I will bandage the scraps of the girl,... There are just somethings that Corra did not want to see, and one of those things was a student getting massacred by someone she knew. At a stalemate with Khadri, she was close to just cutting off his hand, but when she heard the words elapse from his mouth, she couldn't just get up and leave. Not just her, but students from different classes were coming out to see what was going on, and this made the grown man give in. Professor Corra knew he would have to give in, so she pulled back her weapons back into her body before the students could see what her weapon was, turning their way and smiled. " Alright, alright children! It was just a misunderstanding, please return to your classes. " The children smiled and some groaned about going back into their classes, but eventually out of fear of Khadri coming back, they vanished from the hallway. Corra sighed out of accomplishment, but then turned to the other children, with the little girl gaining the courage to leave and go to Death-sama's room. She would get after her later. The main attraction was trying to get away, but there was no way to get away from a Nurse. Grabbing the other boy by the collar, she began to drag him along the rail of blood. Once finding the boy, her eyes were filled with disappointment. Using her weapon blade to pick him up from the shadowed corner, she began to carry one boy, and drag another. " We are going to My office, young men. " Half way, she dropped both of them onto their feet in front of her. She glanced back at the two of them and the only question she asked was. " Why? " I question that was heartfelt, but also soul stinging. Looking down at these boys, it was just disappointing to have young boy who knew how to control themselves, fail to have the action to. Thinking back to the incident, Corra could have said something to Khadri. "There are to many witnesses." She was thinking exactly that to him, but maybe she didn't have to. What if he knew...what she said?
Brushing her white hair back slowly, she through deeply about what she should do with the boys, what she should try and do afterward. One was get that girl and give her punishment for getting out of class. However, at the moment, her focus was on the young men in front of her. Slowly Professor Corra began to walk forward, only the light grazing a twinkle of a tear slipping down her dark cheek. She had remembered the times she had stood up for what she believed in, and it usually ended her in the nurse's office. Corra turned and the tear was not there. " Look, if you come with me to My office, I will let you both off with just a late pass. Understood? " Corra's hands were berried into the pockets of her lab coat, looking at the boys out of the corner of her eye closet to them. She would not let the injuries go, for she had a purpose and that was to heal the wounded. I will hurt when the bird hurts again,
I will cringe when the boy cringes in pain,
and I will cry when the girl crys out for a friend. {Partner: N/A}~
~{OCC:Really bad post, sorry. >~<}
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 8:37 am
Jimmy Lockehart Weapon||newbie||miester☸no one has tooken hold the fire Concealment, Lonliness, the choking dark
that was all I knew
then came salvation, freedom
{OoC: You post way better than I do. You hit over a thousand words easy in your post the way I see it. }
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Jimmy's footsteps were very steady, and the fact that he was almost out of sight of the nurse was a feeling of his adding depression since he got here. The cafiteria was the only place he could be happy as he liked to eat, but Maraan destroying it made him bitterly angry. The more he thought about Maraan the more similarities in Maraan's life matched his. Being an information gatherer he could find out about anybody he wanted too. His two encounters from before with Maraan( the cafiteria and Infirmary) was Jimmy jumping the gun, but now in the hallway wasn't. As he continued thinking, his thought process was broken by someone, Ms.Fantôme, grabbed his shirt. He first started off calmly as if confused speaking in japanese," Nan za?" next he started kicking and screaming in spanish,awitching to another one of the many languages he learned from that place," me suelte!" seeing as it was useless trying to break free he calmed down and held a sarcastic "Aww man" expression on his face. Being man handled was something that was very irrating to him, and punch someone instantly, but hitting a girl was not part of his Résume. As she let go, he looked her in the eye to listen to what she had to say. He couldn't exactly look away as she reminded him of his mother. After she finished he turned away and answered," Ok, but not for my injuries," he answered in a somewhat rebelious tone, but shyly at the same time. If it wasn't for his skin color, everyone could tell that he was blushing, but luckily no one could. The teacher was captivating, her looks exsquisite, why did she make his usual personality go soft.
______________________________________________________ My story holds darkness, and pain,
all that keeps me warm is my flame
I plan to kill, for that's my game Stats Speed/Agility: 6 Strength/Endurance: 6 Reaction: 5 Stamina: 4 Soul Ease: 4 Wc: 294
Twc:5391
SP:53
PETP:3
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:19 am
 ★Giota Sickek★
♦~Chains with Blades~♦
♠ Weapon | Chainsaw | Careless ♠
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Giota watched as the thing began to unravel, it seemed that when Khadri did what he did in the cafeteria was to test them, and he didn't really care for any of the student's were hurt, as the scene had shown with Jimmy's head being smashed into a tile surface... Giota looked up at Khadri with amazement, of course he hated Khadri for fracturing his arm, but even a wound like that can easily be healed, even a blow to the head... Which means Giota could heal the connection between teacher and student with Khadri. He watched in awe as Khadri smashed Jimmy's head into tiles and then got up with blood coming out of his head, must have been a skull fracture or a concussion... but how was he still standing? Giota looked over at the nurse who was trying to keep everything together. It was so nice that someone was here to take care of Giota and Jimmy, it seemed they would be the star's in the nurses office being in there more then any other student. Giota then watched as Khadri left... He couldn't help but eye him up and see how tall he was and guessing his weight and his strength. Obviously Kadri could stomp all over him but Giota wasn't going to let that happen. He would begin his training immediately... he did not see Kohana in the area as did she not see him... it was odd but it was for the best...
Giota began to think of his childhood when his mother would take him on trips in her hippy van, making him get second hand smoke and pay for the consequences of living with his mother. The boyfriends that only came in once and told Giota to wait out of the van until they were done. Giota hated it, he didn't like to be ordered around or told what he can't or can, he would prove it. Unlike Jimmy who threw his recklessness at Khadri... For the first time in Giota's life... He would do good in school and prove to Khadri he can beat him! He would be the one to defeat him! Giota marched off in the direction of the classroom, the opposite way of Kohana and everyone else. Giota would rip apart that teacher with his chains in no time and prove he was worth being acknowledged as a threat to him... To do that, Kohana and him would have to begin training soon to become stronger and learn Soul Resonance. He went to his class to find his partner in the project... that fellow that Giota seemed to have a bad start with, Loki, but then again... Giota had a bad start with everyone...
Giota now knew the answer to the assignment that had for first class.... He was going to tell everyone it. But first, since it was a group activity, he had to speak with Loki.
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Total Points in TWC :: 55
Word Count :: 490
Total Word Count ::5518
Partner :: Kohana Remy
Theme :: N/A
OoC :: [[]]
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:58 pm
Jimmy Lockehart Weapon||newbie||miester☸no one has tooken hold the fire Concealment, Lonliness, the choking dark
that was all I knew
then came salvation, freedom
{OoC: You took too long Bio sorry }
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Jimmy looked towards Giota as he broke free. The chain from his weapon form clanged as he walked back to class. However since the nurse's grip was already loosened from when she let go. He took his chance as well and escaped. His escape was not anything flashy. He took a couple of silent steps back and jumped into the cieling boards. This would cover his tracks as he made his wasy to the Nurse's office, ironically, for bandages. No sound was made in this escape, and to make sure not to fall through the cieling boards he walked on the metal frame swiftly. He would have to be in class now as his skipping plan was messed up by his own fault for the third time pissing off Maraan. He refused to refer to him as a superior. What made him any different than Jimmy, rank, so what he's a teacher. Strength, with the right amount of training anyone could be surpassed. Jimmy was going to need to train and get stronger. Maraan was the top of the list of people he wanted to kill when the operation came into place.
{{EXIT}}
______________________________________________________ My story holds darkness, and pain,
all that keeps me warm is my flame
I plan to kill, for that's my game Stats Speed/Agility: 6 Strength/Endurance: 6 Reaction: 5 Stamina: 4 Soul Ease: 4 Wc: 192
Twc:5483
SP:54
madness: 0% at least what you see anyway
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 6:40 pm
↯↯ Professor Fantôme ↯↯ Weapon ↯↯ School Nurse ↯↯I will treat the wounds of a bird,
I will mend the cuts of a boy,
I will bandage the scraps of the girl,... To be a teacher was one thing, to be a babysitter was another. The boy that she did have in her grasp just walked away, making Corra feel really disrespected, and then soon after that, the other boy escape from her kind grasp and started heading to the office by himself. Corra softly sighed and began walking along the way the boy was trying to seek away in, not to far from him, following the blood that dripped onto the floor. From her prediction, he would pass out when at the steps of her office. As she walked in the direction to her office, she brushed the back of her head and thought about how her training last night really bummed out because of her excitement for starting work the next day, and now she regretted it later. Corra needed a proper training session tonight and it would involve a wide field and her power. Only on the first day and she was treated like the weaker person, a person to take advantage and ESCAPE from her( Her glare turned upward to the boy who was doing a horrible job at hiding himself.) She was stronger than most would think. She could take on a witch if she could, but a partner would amplify that chance even more. However, due to her powerful wavelength that no soul has yet to match up to, she would not be as successful to kill a witch if not with a Meister. I remember Death-sama once said to me when I was a young girl, " Sometimes, your partner isn't there when you expect him. Maybe, he is there when you least expect him. " Now I understand, but back then, I was stubborn and said, " Why can't they be nice and show up? " Death-sama just chuckled and patted my head and told me to run along to my next class.... Was he right? Am I excepting him to come at every corner? Corra's shoes clicked down the hallway, Bouncing the sound from wall to wall, her hands stuffed in her pockets, in her thinking look. Every time she would be in a serious moment or was thinking, she would stuff her hands down her pockets and stand in one spot, deep in thought. If not serious, she would be a scatter brain and continuously think about things until something stopped her. It was just the way she had her head. At the moment, she was just thinking about the future partner that she shouldn't be worrying about, the oh-so-clever boy that thought he would live just by putting bandages on his head and getting away with a heavy injury on his head and back, and what she would say to Death-sama when she would report in. She still hadn't forgotten and possibly wouldn't be able to until she was reassured her job wasn't in danger. I will hurt when the bird hurts again,
I will cringe when the boy cringes in pain,
and I will cry when the girl crys out for a friend. {Partner: N/A}~
~{OCC:Exits to Nurse's office, and How Did Giota escape?!?!?!}
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 4:19 pm
Kohana walked down the hallway and saw Giota in the distance, she had been distant towards him for sometime...she wanted to make it up to him and maybe get an egg as well. She run up to him and smiled, she was happy to see him but...she wasn't going to do the normal girl freak out. She just walked to him grabbed his hand and smiled " Sorry about class. " She muttered with a smerk, she knew that he could have been worried but wasn't going to address it as long as he didn't. She loved being abel to pick up on his wavelenght, mit made her feel more at ease and determined to make him stronger...as well as herself.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 2:06 pm
I am Blasphemy Kohana walked down the hallway and saw Giota in the distance, she had been distant towards him for sometime...she wanted to make it up to him and maybe get an egg as well. She run up to him and smiled, she was happy to see him but...she wasn't going to do the normal girl freak out. She just walked to him grabbed his hand and smiled " Sorry about class. " She muttered with a smerk, she knew that he could have been worried but wasn't going to address it as long as he didn't. She loved being abel to pick up on his wavelenght, mit made her feel more at ease and determined to make him stronger...as well as herself. ((Everyone's already in class. The guild is; dare I say; dead, but you can still post))
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