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 Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:53 pm
 Anders Couswell Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters Anders assessed Penelope while she spoke. Was the stutter a physical condition, or a mental one? He assumed it was a mental one, since she appeared nervous in front of everyone. "A pleasure," he stated, then returned his glare to the rest of the class. A new student walked in, the one from orientation, and took a seat next to Penelope. She said something about a student council meeting.... "Does it look like I care?" He yawned and leaned back in his chair, feeling bored. "Next up to do their introductions is... You, you, you and you. I don't care if you introduced yourself at the orientation. I didn't pay attention to it, so you'll do it again."
As he spoke, he pointed at Peter first, then in order, Damyen, Eros, and Robin. He picked up another pencil and fiddled with it. His glare returned to Peter. He pointed his pencil at him and demanded, "You. Mutt. Speak." A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:51 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"Woof, woof," Peter said, deadpan, raising an eyebrow. "What next? Shall I roll over, beg? This whole master-dog thing is a little kinky for school, don't you think? Are you going to put a collar on me next? That might violate our teacher-student relationship..."
Peter was wondering what crawled up Anders' posterior and died because the man definitely seemed pissier than usual. It was like someone kicked his favorite puppy, then insulted his mom and stole his coffee. He wasn't about to ask which it was, though because he'd learned fairly quickly there were people who answered even rhetorical questions.
...
He was one of those people actually. All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 10:35 pm
“ I'll slap you so f*cking hard it'll feel like you kissed a f*cking freight train... ”  XXXDamyen Reed
☆ XXTranscending TimeXX
☆ XXEternal LifeXX xXxLetting out a cough that kind of sounded like laughter from the back of the room, Damyen slid even lower in his chair while having his hand back over his mouth. So he was acting relatively childish over these retorts and events? He couldn't help it. He almost fell out of his chair twice now because of it and even wanted to stand up and call out the burn, but he didn't want to get into trouble. Oh well. His laughter was already putting him on the teacher's black list right now.
xXx“That was a good burn. Nice job,” he snickered from his chair, his sense of the claustrophobia seeming to have vanished as he continued snickering about what all had happened. He gave a brief wave from the back of the room to Robin before spinning his chair around to where he was sitting backwards in his chair. This was one fun day although he still kind of felt clustered in. Perhaps he could just be a little sarcastic in here at least once while he was relaxed.
XXX
☆ XXThe Story Never EndsXX
☆ XXLove Never DiesXX {( OOC ;; ~ )}
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 8:36 am
JERICHO STEPHEN "EROS" STUART "Age doesn't matter!.. Height does!" __________________________________  After the accident and as the weird teacher writhe against the floor, Eros immediately rushed towards a vacant chair beside the boy who bark after being called a mutt.. Oh wow, isn't he talented? He might ask him to be his dog someday.. Aside that, Penelope introduced herself then as the class go on.. Eros crawled to his seat..
He won't dare to introduce himself at the front, Professor Cou--- Cou... Professor Cow's well might kicked him out of the room.. Ugh.. And draw anything at the canvas? really? something inspires him?... Hmm... Ah! Finally a real lesson!.. Who will he draw then?... The first thing that came out of his head is his precious mother... Unconsciously rowing his chair to and fro while thinking about her...
Her dark brown straight hair with curls, fair and soft spoken, loving and very considerate on how he fe------?! His thoughts were being cut when the witch suddenly came into the room! Oh crap! she's taking this class too?!! She's from music department?!! And.. And...
By the time he rocked the chair backward, suddenly Eros lost his balance and the chair slowly going its way tilting backward!! "GAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Flapping his arms just to stop his seat from tumbling back and as an immediate respond, his hand tried to grasp onto something just to help him not to fall behind.. And the nearest thing he could hold on to is Peter's desk! But too late! Eros stumbled along with his chair and pulling Peter together with him!__________________________________ (( 8D hurr hurr hurr ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 11:02 pm
 Robin's jaw dropped at her teacher's words. She stood up, her chair falling backwards with a crash. "What's wrong with you? A teacher can't act like that!"
Anders simply yawned, ignoring Robin's question and thinking over Peter's question. A collar? That didn't sound bad at all. Once classes were over for the day, he could go to town, buy one of those electric collars, then attach it to the skinny brat. Or he could ask Jacob's for a spell similar to it. Not a bad plan.
He raised his eyes lazily to look at the clock. Time for break. He glanced over at the "6"-year old (Eros) and the skinny brat falling to the ground, the other kid sitting in the back snickering about something, and Robin shrieking at him about something or other. "Class is dismissed. I'll leave this little mess to you," he smirked, adding the last comment towards Robin. "I'll see you all later." He exited the room, ready to take care of his meeting at Orphaeus Apartments.
Robin's eye twitched as her head slowly turned towards the two crumpled boys on the ground. They were making a mess! And disrupting class at the same time! Why that... "...stupid MONKEY!" She grabbed her fallen chair and threw it towards the two boys. The object flew over Eros and Peter's heads and crashed into the wall.
OOC: Anders exits to Orphaeus Apartments
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 6:58 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
Peter was innocently awaiting Anders' response when he was suddenly tipped from his seat and dragged to the floor, desk and all. His head hit the floor with a loud crack and he just laid there, dazed.
Then the student council girl apparently decided to throw a desk across the room. It hit the wall behind them, bounced off and landed on Peter.
"Oof!"
He laid there, desk covering his upper body and face, and decided he was definitely not getting up. He would just sleep there. With the desk covering his face, it was nice and dark. Sure, it kind of hurt to breath, but it wasn't completely uncomfortable. He'd slept in rubbish bins before and that was way worse. At least there weren't rats, rotten smells and stray cats in the art class room. Just crazy girls and yodeling monkeys.All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 9:26 pm
Penelope
Penelope had shrank down into her seat as the professor moved on to the next introduction. Well that certainly answered her question. Now all that was left to do was to shrink down even more, hopefully to the point of nonexistence, while the dark haired boy nearby and the strange short boy antagonized the teacher, caused him physical harm, and raised quite a ridiculous ruckus, in that order. She didn't like conflict, and what was going on seemed like it had some conflict in it somewhere. Especially when Robin threw a chair. Why a chair? The teacher had breezed out of the room and apparently left her in charge and that what she chooses to do? She winced as the chair landed on top of the dark haired boy, who in aforementioned ruckus had been dragged to the ground by the short boy... actually there was a lot going on and she was feeling quite overwhelmed. Thank goodness that class was over, she could escape to... somewhere that wasn't here hopefully. Except...
She stood and nervously approached the two boys. Disruptive and disrespectful as he might have been, no one deserved to have a chair laying on their face. Gently she pulled it up and away, setting it aside and kneeling down besides the boy. "Um... are you okay?" Stupid question, but What else could she say? Well if he didn't respond she would just leave.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 4:45 pm
JERICHO STEPHEN "EROS" STUART "Age doesn't matter!.. Height does!" __________________________________ All he knew is tumbling over and even dragging along the boy seated next to him! Seems like his whole world turned upside down as Eros went crashing him.. And as soon as he faceplanted at the floor, Peter came right next only feeling his weight on top of him!
Gaaahhhhh! He's being crushed and squished at the same time! "Mommy help m----- Ack!" The witch throw a chair and one of the wood struck his head leaving Eros unconscious..__________________________________
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 2:35 am
“ I'll slap you so f*cking hard it'll feel like you kissed a f*cking freight train... ” XXXDamyen Reed
☆ XXTranscending TimeXX
☆ XXEternal LifeXX xXxStill snickering about the events in the classroom, Damyen caught the words of the class having a break. Finding that everyone else focused in on the two males acting like... Children? Was that a good term for it? Oh well. The Weird Food Addict and The Stupid Talking Monkey drawing in the attention, he took his bag up to Professor Couswell's canvas and removed a mechanical pencil from the side pocket. Clicking it a couple times, he doodled a picture of about eight-and-a-half inches across by eleven inches big. In this doodle of his, there was an elf-like figure standing on a cliff overlooking the sea with a full moon overhead and a heavy mist over the water. It took the entire break to draw, but he enjoyed doing it and hoped that the teacher would figure out that D.R. scribbled in the corner of the picture was his initials.
xXxNot really saying anything due to still biting back laughter, he moved over to where the others were and glanced down at the gentlemen having some... Issues with Robin. “Sorry for laughing. It just kind of slips when there's a yodeling chimp in the classroom. Nice comeback though. I found it rather amusing although that thoughtful look in Professor Couswell's eyes worried me for a minute there. Would you like some help getting up and to the next class?” he hummed cheerily to Peter, his claustrophobia seemingly forgotten now that he was in a good mood. “Miss Robin, may I ask why you threw that chair at the talking and yodeling chimp?”
XXX
☆ XXThe Story Never EndsXX
☆ XXLove Never DiesXX {( OOC ;; ~ )}
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 3:10 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"I'm dreadfully sorry but Peter is dead," Peter replied, not opening his eyes or moving. "Please do not touch the fallen hero." Well, someone had gotten the chair off his face. That was a plus. He opened one eye to peer up at Penny, debating if he should suggest she try to revive him with a kiss.
But...ah...tempting though it might be, no. Better not.
"Just...leave me here. Go on without me and all that."All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 12:45 pm
Penelope
Penelope shifted her weight nervously, a difficult feat in the position she was in. She didn't just want to leave the two of them here. The shorter boy looked like he had passed out even. Maybe they needed to go to the infirmary? There was no way she would be able to get them there though, not on her own. Maybe she could ask the others for help?
Why was anyone else still here anyways? She already knew she was tremendously late for her next class, and honestly, it was really stressing her out. Still, it seemed really harsh to just leave the two of them there, even if the disruptive one had told her to. "B-but... the next class has... h-has already started, a-and all. I m-mean if you, if you want to just... stay here, I can't really, well, stop you... per se..." She scratched a spot behind her ear. Blast. She was going to be so late... and the teacher was going to be cross and it was the first day of classes so that wasn't giving a very good impression and this boy had told her to leave which was fine because she had pulled the chair off of his face anyways but the other guy... really looked unconscious. Late or not, what if he had head trauma or something? Then he'd just be laying here and she'd be the heartless sod that left him. She repositioned herself, moving away from peter and towards the short boy. Maybe she could wake him up? he didn't seem that big, maybe she could carry him to the infirmary... or get one of the other students to help her.
She gently shook the boy's shoulder. Then a little harder. Then she poked his cheek. "...Hello?" Stupid! How stupid of a thing to say! Hello? Really? She blushed slightly. Why was she the one making sure these two were all right anyways? Hadn't Robin been the one who had thrown the chair that hit them? "A-... Are you... Can you talk? I mean, are you awake?" She paused, and turned to look at the other students in the room. "I... I think he might need some... ah... he might need to go to the... the infirmary." She said.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 2:53 pm
Trish McAllen We can give the world its shape
feel the currents toss and shift...
Well, after an odd afternoon with Izzy, Trisha was finally ready to start class! She was actually kind of excited, even if it wasn't her chosen area of study. But still, new people, expanding her horizons and all that. It was going to be a fun experience even if she made a fool of herself with her attempts at creating "art."
At any rate, she just hoped the people were nice and the teacher was understanding of the fact she was wearing her sunglasses because, well, she'd misplaced her contacts and even with the sunglasses, it was way too bright.
She was surprised to find, when she entered the class, that no one was there, and looked around, wondering if she was even in the right place. But there was no doubt this was an art class so it had to be the right one.
Trish shrugged and took her seat, waiting patiently for everyone else to arrive....Trust in me, the steps you take
trust in the mistakes you make.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 8:57 pm
Trish McAllen We can give the world its shape
feel the currents toss and shift...
Trisha tapped her pencil on her desk, looking around, a little confused. Was there really no one else in this class? She might have thought she was in the wrong place but she didn't even hear anyone in the halls. Had everyone been abducted by aliens? Not that she really believed in the whole alien abduction thing but she didn't have another explanation.
Epidemic? Zombie apocalypse? Maybe she should go poke around and see if everyone was congregating in another place. Man would she feel stupid if that was the case......Trust in me, the steps you take
trust in the mistakes you make.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:52 pm
Penelope
"I-I'm here! I'm... here." Penelope skidded into the classroom, trying not to seem like an absolute mess while moving as quickly as she could. "I'm so... so s-sorry I'm late. I r-really have... have..."
She blinked. There was... no one here... what? But she was sure she was late. She looked around for a clock... there were usually clocks in classrooms weren't there? Oh... there it was... And she was late. Very late. So where was everyone?
She turned, and jumped slightly. There was someone in the room actually, and she was so pale that for a moment Penelope had thought she had seen a ghost. She blushed at her own stupidity. Why would there possibly be a ghost in the art classroom? Yeesh. Stupid thoughts. And why was she embarrassed about them anyways? It's not like she had said anything aloud...
"Er... Hi." She waved hesitantly at the girl. She hadn't seen her around before... "Sorry about that I just... well.. I thought I was late. I mean I am late! But I... well, I didn't expect the... the... you know the teacher to be.... ah... late... too." She scratched her arm, then quickly found a seat. Should she... strike up a conversation with this girl? She had already surpassed her usual efforts to... talk, in general, but it seemed kind of awkward to just sit in the classroom and NOT talk when it was just the two of them... so...
"Um... I-I'm um... I'm Penelope." She smiled at the girl. "...Hi." Well, that was definitely a good conversation starter wasn't it? She could only hope that the girl was talkative, otherwise she was doomed. [[ emotion_zombie ]]
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 12:41 am
Trish McAllen We can give the world its shape
feel the currents toss and shift...
Trisha was just relieved to finally see someone. Sitting in the quiet was starting to really get to her. And she was kind of impressed at how tall this girl was--she looked taller than Trisha. Well, taller than Trish when she was wearing flats, which was almost never because heels were so much more attractive. But still! Tall girls were rare. Trish approved.
And she also gathered her things and instantly moved to sit next to the girl, briefly pushing up her sunglasses to get a better look at her before letting them fall back over her eyes. Gah! Stabby light waves shooting straight into her eyes and tormenting her optical nerves! Just what she needed to make her day better.
"Oh goodness, I am so glad to see someone else! I was definitely starting to think I'd ended up in the wrong place. I mean, it's my first day so it wouldn't be shocking if I ended up in completely the wrong class because this is a pretty big school even though there aren't a lot of classes, but I guess if someone else is showing up then I must be in the right place after all so it's really great to see you. And kind of a relief too because I was seriously beginning to consider aliens or zombies being involved the mass not-hereness, if you know what I mean. Not that I really believe in those things but when you're sitting alone in the absolutely crushing silence, you really tend to start thinking weird things. It's really amazing how the mind can wander into the strangest territory when there's nothing to distract you, isn't it? I mean, one minute you're solving quadratic equations out of boredom and the next minute, you're coming up with zombie apocalypse survival techniques!"
"Oh, you don't mind me sitting here, right? I mean, if we're the only two here then it's kind of weird if we sit really far apart, isn't it? Though if you're bothered by me sitting next to you, just let me know and I can move. I'm not really picky. Oh! Right. I'm Trisha McAllen. I keep forgetting to introduce myself. I guess it's just nerves and excitement. I'm really excited to be here! So far this school is absolutely beautiful. Are classes always this empty though? I mean, I guess it means more one on one instruction, which is always great but it's really, really weird, isn't it?"
She paused. "Did you say Penelope? I think that's the name of my roommate! I saw it on a little roster thing in the dorm."
((I just realized that it might be the apocalypse when Mac and Trish get in the same room. The shutting up....it will never happen. Ever. gonk ))
...Trust in me, the steps you take
trust in the mistakes you make.
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