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 Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 10:25 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 12:00 am
 ♨ Tojuro Kumohira ♨
❖ Tomato ❖ ✪ ❂ ✪ ❂ ✪ ❂ ✪ ❂ ✪ ❂ ✪ ❂ ✪ ❂ ✪ ❂ ✪
█【CL: WHOFP Classroom】█【Peculiarity: Invisibility 】█【Mental state: Worried greatly】█
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As he was taking notes on certain things in his book he listened to one student stating cookie dough... Causing tojuro mouth to water to a degree... God he loved cookie dough and now he wanted some but didn't have any on him or brought any here to his dorm, which sucked Soccer balls! Making him pout to a degree thinking about the tasty treat till he herd the teacher state that the doors would be locked from next class onward.
Causing him to gulp in a worried fashion. As the teacher started calling names as one by one would state "here" and there peculiarity. When it got to him he'd raise his right hand "Tojuro Kumohira, here and accounted for. My peculiarity is Invisibly, as most of your have seen already... Sorry for spoiling it... I guess?"
He said confusingly as he pondered if using his peculiarity before the teacher stated to share was spoiling or not. Hearing his question of the origin of peculiarity. As Tojuro arms crossed as he started thinking. "I know in the east but not exactly sure... So i'm gonna place my educated guess at Japan... Because everything weird and what not happens in japan and no where else apparently." He'd say calmly as he stated a vast majority of manga did happen in japan and everything weird abnormal events happened only took place there.
But as far as tojuro knew it could of also been Asia, North and south Korea's, Thailand, or Hong Kong. Hopefully he was at least in the ball park of the actual answer. If he guessed correctly, this boi was gonna go get him cookie dough ice cream to celebrate that much was for sure.
He'd blame Kotori without issue for causing this craving because it was a fact. Though for now he had more pressing concerns at hand, like passing this class and not upsetting this teacher.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 1:09 pm
 
Another student had entered after her. Cold blue eyes stayed focused between her book, notebook, and the board. She appeared uninterested in what transpired in the classroom behind her. The last arrival, the aggressive mumbling, loud outburst, mentions of sweets… None of it seemed to draw her interest in the slightest. Only the deep rumble of the teacher’s voice drew the girl’s attention. No sign of panic crossed her features, face frozen in icy calm. The curt statement wormed into her chest, knotting the girl’s stomach in knots. The teacher was upset, her classmates would form groups without her as always tended to happen… If she was not so skilled at hiding her emotions, or rather, inept at expressing them, she would have appeared rather miserable.
She would not be late to class again.
Attendance. They had the option to introduce themselves. Keket’s eyes dropped to her notebook, tapping her pen silently against paper, appearing impatient for roll call to end. Internally, she was scrambling to think how she could introduce herself. If she introduced herself properly, maybe she could make a better impression on her peers and the professor. Yet, when it came her turn, it felt impossible for any other words to pass her lips. Physically impossible. As if her body refused to form further words upon her tongue, let them escape her vocal chords. All that sprung forwards was, ”Present.” The bare minimum required vocalizing… Cold blue eyes flickered down to her desk. She’d not even looked back to see who each name and voice belonged to… She was just the worst…
It was a simple question the teacher posed to start the class. Keket, ever the studious kind, had certainly learned base information about such a world changing event in the school’s she’d attended. Whatever made it into text books or had been covered in projects that had been given. Good memory was not something the girl struggled with. Her ever present concern about how others viewed her, however, was a wall before her. She did not know what this class was like yet. Did they hate studious kinds for making them ‘look bad’, or were the competitive in being the best educated? … Quietly, Keket wrote ‘Hangzhou, China’ in her notebook, a small frown on her lips as she silently doodled next to the answer.
 ʍhere: CLASSROOM ♡xxxʍith: NO ONE/ CLASSMATES ♡xxxɯood: ANXIOUS♡xxxʍearing: BUSINESS CASUAL LIGHT ♡xxxooc: Bloooooooooop xxx
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2018 9:35 pm
 
» Candace's Candace’s grip tightened around her pencil when Zerang announced that the doors would lock at the bell. She’d definitely be sure to make it on time for this class! Luckily for her, that was the only acknowledgement given for being late and the teacher moved forward with roll call. Although Candace wasn’t shy, she couldn’t help but feel nervous when it was announced that participation was a must. She tucked her right calf underneath her left, and shifted to sit up straight from her ducked position when it was her turn for roll call.“I’m Candace Laurel Sterling. Feel free to call me Candi if Candace is too much of a mouthful, most people I know do.” The invitation was mostly for her classmates, and was given cheerfully despite her slight nerves, but if her teacher wanted to address her by her nickname that was fine too. “My peculiarity is plasma manipulation. If I don’t have control I tend to melt things.” she shared. Her powers were new and so far she’d only discovered her ability to melt, but it was fun to watch the plasma dance in her hand when she called it forth.
»Introductions continued and Candace made a little chart in the margins of her notebook of her classmates names along with their peculiarities. She was in awe of what those who shared their abilities could do! Wind manipulation? Invisibility? That was so cool! Who didn’t wanna be invisible every now and then? She’d definitely ask her peers about their powers as soon as she was able. Her eyes darted towards the front row when Keket answered with only a “present,” as opposed to restating her name and sharing her peculiarity as some of the other students did. Candace’s curiosity was piqued, and she wrote “???” next to her name in her notebook. Those students who didn’t share their peculiarity? Well, Candace would be on the case soon enough. She’d find out eventually, especially if they shared more classes together.
»Candace’s hand flew up, eager to answer their teachers first question, but Kotori had been first so she let it drop and listened to what he had to say. Next, Tojuro tried to narrow it down more, but Candace was 80% sure he was wrong. “I’m pretty sure it was somewhere in China.” She chimed in, adding to Kotori’s and Tojuro’s answers. The exact name of the city escaped her, but Candace had done some googling as soon as she’d gotten her powers under control once they’d appeared.
“It's not a silly question if you can't answer it.” ❤ Company┇ Classmates
❤ Location┇ World History of Pecularities
❤ Thoughts┇ It's China, right?!
❤ Outfit┇ these clothes
▬o.o.c ┊ Candi's always up for making friends if any of you are interested heart
Normal Thinking Speaking Candi's Profile
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2018 11:09 pm
❝ I wonder what sort of criteria you use to divide people into good and evil. ❞
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00 She quietly watched the male students in the class a little disappointed as she had the slightest expression on her face feeling like she was surrounded by idiots, mostly the two loud ones. How annoying. She kept reading to herself while the others goofed around saying irrelevant things.
Time has passed when the teacher has finally arrived. She took her attention away from the boom as she waited for further instructions. And soon after his first spoken words and instructions, she flipped a few pages forward to the eighth page. She noted two new coming female students coming in late, at least now she'd not the only one anymore but she didn't pay too much attention since she would rather read than socialise with the others.
Her expression changed from neutral to horrified when the professor mentioned introducing themselves. The one thing she hoped to never happen. Just the idea if standing alone, having all eyes on you.. judging you making their assumption of you as you struggle to say a few words because just with their presence staring at you is like having the walls close on you and it gets harder to breathe and suddenly the room goes black and you have passed out from the anxiety.. Something Marion fears is already feeling nauseous just by the idea. But she does have the option to simply say here so.. she will go with that instead. She waited for her name to come up as she simply answered with a "Here." As the feeling and anxiety pass by as she wrote down "Hangzhou, China" 00
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❝ In order to find yourself, you must lose yourself first.❞
Out.Of.Cosplays:Wearing this
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 9:42 am
Alistair Black
aka "Lord Despair"
"Sorry for the wait~"Alistair wasn't sleeping too hard when he heard Tojuro exclaim his namesake, along with everyone else who began chit chatting. He'd also managed to catch the teacher's brief mentioning of his name as well. With a light sigh, he sat to attention, his eyes remaining closed as he spoke, "In the flesh". The smug response to roll call was followed with an impish grin, as he listened to everyone introduce themselves a bit more closely. The mix of personalities here was moderately spread out, meaning that it would pose a rather paltry challenge figuring out who all would make decent allies or not in the future. Thankfully however, Alistair was a fan of any and all challenges. Even if it meant that he had to leave the sanctum of his comfort zone. "Somewhere down the line my peculiarity will be revealed to you lot out of any number of...unknown circumstances, so there'd be no real use in hiding it", he spoke with a swanky little smirk as he unsheathed one of the small stilettos from its holster. He gently pricked the tip of his thumb, using his opposing hand to gently apply pressure for more blood to pool from the minor cut. "My peculiarity is called 'True Despair'. All I need is direct eye contact or to get even the smallest droplet of my blood on a target...aaaand with the snap of my fingers-", he proceeded to snap for slightly dramatic affect, laughing a bit to himself as he decisively opened his eyes. "Any dark little thoughts, fears, insecurities, doubts...basically all forms of self-indignation are realized in that fatal moment. Effectively leading you to succumb to madness", he lifted his thumb and licked away the excess blood before neatly placing his blade back in its holster. "I'm not blessed with a physical peculiarity like most, but I've adapted it to work fluidly with my fighting style. I hope one or more of you will find the time to indulge me with a bit of friendly sparring sometime", and with that, his fictitious little sneer materialized with the sealing of his lips. He always carried bandages on him due to the nature of his peculiarity. But instead of bandaging the small incision, he simply leaned an elbow to his desk and rested his face atop his palm. Gingerly lapping up any blood that flowed from his thumb until the minor hemorrhage ceased. Even though Zerang had asked them all a minor trivia question about where peculiarities were first sighted, he elected to keep quiet. Everyone else had given their answers already anyways, so he continued lazing about, looking around at everyone so eager to participate. █【Current Location: World History Of Peculiarities Classroom】
█【Current outfit: School Uniform】
█【OOC: I apologize for replying so damn late, forgive my lengthy absence】
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2019 11:05 pm
 "Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."Stitch ☥ "Culus"
Student ☥ Rotavele And...FIRST!!!! It was the first day of a brand new semester and he wanted to get it started off right. So here he was, kind of early, with his textbook, notebook, two pencils, a black pen, and a blue pen all lined up and ready to go. He had even read the first few chapters in the book and sort of skimmed over the rest. Yeah, side effect of being Koyanagi-sensei's child was that he was expected to be super prepared. Or rather, it pleased his father to see him preparing ahead of time, and he always wanted to please the man. Though was it a bad thing that he was here even before the teacher? Oh well, at least Daddy Seiji would be proud when he reported how early he was! While he was waiting, he straightened out his bright green short tie, which went well with the white shirt and grey pants he was wearing. He also wore a light grey jacket, supposedly to keep out the cold, but mainly to hide his arms. He had even gone ahead and ironed everything so as to make himself more presentable. No one had told him to, but it seemed like the right thing to do to make a good impression. Though, would the students think he was sucking up to the teacher? He was known to be in good standing with all of the teachers here, given that he had lived on campus for about five years now, so was the next logical conclusion that he was a given for teacher's pet? Oh dear, he hadn't thought about that at all. There wasn't time for him to change though, so he would have to live with his decision and hope no one got too mad at him for it."When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing
Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But we'll never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something" With: No onexxxxxxMood: NervousxxxxxxOoc: My opening posts always suck.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 10:26 pm
 
With a backpack filled with essentials for class, she looked like your typical student. She appeared proper with her attire, hair brushed, while her demeanor seemed calm. But anyone that had saw her during the event would know better. And what had happened after the event was….worth not mentioning at this moments. Things needed to be sorted out and a distraction was severely needed. There wasn’t much to prepare for the day since it was supposed to be the first day of class. ’I might as well find something to do.’ She told herself this while entering the classroom. There was only one other soul there but it was not someone she recognized. A very faint nod of recognition was given before Becca placed herself by a window seat. With her elbow on the desk and her chin resting on the palm of her hand, she appeared listless as those pretty blues looked outside. There wasn’t much to say now but their head was swimming with all kinds of thoughts. Maybe something could be mentioned about the past but class would begin soon. Such meddlesome troubles would probably pop up later. For now, the Alaric member tried her best to distract herself with what was going on outside. There was bound to be something happening that could kill some time.
II▪Mood: Looking for a distractionII
II ▫House: Alaric II
II▪Where: Inside the Castle [World History of Peculiarities]II
II ▫With Who: Myself & Another Student in the ClassroomII
II▪Perviness:Explosion: 60%II
II ▪Wearing: Alaric UniformII
II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II
II Out Of Chocolates: II
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 11:50 am
  This is Me | What is my house?: Cerretti | Am I taken?: I don't know
Do I have a preference?: Any and All | I am feeling: Neutral | Who am I with?: Rebecca, Promullar and Stitch | Where am I?: inside the castle - World History of Peculiarities Classroom | What is my suit?: My Hero suit
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He. Slept. Great. So therefore, he felt awesome as he opened the door to the classroom. He was expecting more people? But it would seem that not everyone was in a hurry to get to class. As he walked in with his hands in his pockets, Prom let his eyes scan over the two in the room. He knew them both, so that was a start. But was he going to bother speaking to either of them? Ehh, if they wanted to chat, they could come and chat him up. Where? Why the teacher's desk of course. Walking to the front of the class, Prom sat his little a** in the teacher's chair before tossing his feet onto the top of the desk. As far as he was concerned, some lame a** stand-in teacher was teaching the class because the professor dipped out. Not his problem. He was okay with giving someone some grief until the real teach came.
Pulling out his Promullar, the teen blows a bubble with his gum and turns up the music on his headphones, jamming out as he pretended he was supposed to be there. There wasn't anyone here to tell him otherwise anyways, so it was whatever. As he stared at his screen, code flitted across his irises, his eyes darkening a little. He was connecting, and that was a sign of it. He was getting a better hang of it. He didn't get the headaches anymore, and it was becoming as natural as breathing. Now, if only he could turn it off when he wanted or could control the explosions that happened when he got pissy. That would be just amaaaaaaaaazazing.
Lowering his phone down, he watched the two in the room. They were opposites of the spectrum. You had the friendly and social Stitch who liked making friends with everyone, albeit a little awkwardly. And then you had the social outcast Rebecca, who used to be bubbly, but got majorly angsty when she came back. Not that it was his problem, nor was he any better. he wondered now what other students were gonna be in this class today. Hopping up from the chair, the man lifted himself onto the desk in one fluid motion so that he could sit on the edge and cross one leg over the other. Might as well make some boring convo until this show hit the road. "What are you two in for?" he joked before popping his gum again and leaning back on the desk. "Who do you think they will send in to cover the class while the teach is being replaced?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 5:35 pm
The pack was settled down on the ground, somewhere against the wall. Nothing of interest was happening outside compared to what was going in the classroom. The door’s creek attracted her attention to a bright head of red. Her eyes flickered a bit brighter to see a very familiar face in the classroom. ’What is Prom Prom doing here?’ She wasn’t expecting a response from anyone in particular. When nothing came it didn’t surprise the girl. It was better that the Voice was gone, for the meantime anyways. Perhaps it was busy with something, which meant that Becca could have her thoughts to herself for the moment. Yet nothing was answering her question. She had to wonder if this guy was walking into the wrong classroom, yet the manner in which he seated himself at the teacher’s desk seemed to elude to an unexpected answer. A smile was tugging at her lips. It was a nice thought to have someone familiar in the classroom. Picking herself out of the chair, Rebecca walked down the stairs till she stood in front of the crimson-headed man while he was atop the desk. ”Prom Prom! I didn’t know you were taking this class!” Her voice was slightly cheery while her complexion may have been a bit worse for wear. The name said was the nickname she given the man, it just sort of rolled out her tongue. It wasn’t unique and it seemed like a borrowed name that others used. That didn’t sway the small smile on her lips though.
”In for?” The head of violet tilted her head only slightly. A finger was poking into her cheek, to elicit that she was thinking, shortly after speaking. ”For being a bad girl?” Honestly, that statement sounded more like a question. The girl’s response could have been taken in any way. There were plenty of reasons why she gave that answer though, some of those answer were probably something the redhead may have already known considering his peculiarity. ”I’m not sure, I didn’t even know we were getting a replacement.” That sounded like Prom alright! He knew pretty much everything that was happening in the school. Oh! But there was something else she wanted to talk about with him. ”Prom Prom, are you busy after class?” She waited to hear an answer before continuing. ”I was wondering if you could help me with something. Unless you’re busy helping the school, that has probably been taking up a lot of your time.”
II▪Mood: Looking for a distractionII
II ▫House: Alaric II
II▪Where: Inside the Castle [World History of Peculiarities]II
II ▫With Who: Myself, Prom Prom & Another Student in the ClassroomII
II▪Perviness:Explosion: 60%->55%II
II ▪Wearing: Alaric UniformII
II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II
II Out Of Chocolates: II
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 10:57 pm
"Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."Stitch ☥ Koyanagi
Culus ☥ Rotavele It wasn't too terribly long before more students started to file in, and even better, he knew both of them! He was still organizing his things, so he was a bit delayed in saying hello, and in that time the newcomers ended up starting their own conversation. Oh well, little was it known that he was actually a shy person. He was genuinely terrified of meeting new people, possibly because his earliest memories of strangers were them trying to kill him, and wouldn't go up to someone without a good reason. Unfortunately for his nerves, making people happy and feel welcome was one of his greatest goals in life, so he was constantly having to swallow his fear in order to talk to lonely people. Still, it didn't make sense for him to just lurk in the background the whole time, so when there seemed to be a lull in the conversation, he approached. "Hi Prom, hi Rebecca! Glad there are some people I know in this class. Um, I think they actually got someone new for the position, but I could be wrong. Or she may not be ready to start yet, I don't know." He gave a quick smile, "unless you are volunteering to teach, Prom? You are at the teacher's desk, so why not?" He sincerely doubted that this would happen, but he was trying to keep the tone light. Truthfully, he always seemed to make things awkward with his mere presence, so he had to work extra hard just to be remotely normal. He didn't realize he has already committed a faux-pas by knowing Rebecca's name. They had never been officially introduced, but he was shown at least the name and face of everyone who entered the school. He helped out during breaks after all. That and she had dated his big brother for a while, but he knew things went sour and so it would be unwise to mention that."When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing
Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But we'll never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something" With: Prom and RebeccaxxxxxxMood: TentativexxxxxxOoc: Ugh, another short one.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 11:36 pm
"Өвөг дээдсийн өвлөж өгсөн газар шороог хайрлаж чаддаггүй нь юу вэ юу вэ юув
Өтгөс буурлын захиж хэлсэн үнэт сургааль худлаа болдог нь юу вэ юу вэ юув
Өнө л мөнхөд мандан бадрах чонон сүлдэт Монгол түмэн тэнгэрийн тамгатай
Хөвчин дэлхийд нэрээ дуурсгах хүмүүн тахилгат эзэн Чингис нартад залрана, нартад залрана"Нэргүй ♞ Олхуноуд
Cerretti ♞ Сунс This school was like a labyrinth, but fortunately he had an excellent guide to lead him to the proper classroom. No, it wasn't a kindly student or teacher, it was a dog, or rather, the ghost of a dog. He didn't much care for the word "ghost" as it seemed much to ominous, but people tended to get the wrong idea when he said "spirit." Yes, at one point this dog had been living and now it was not, but it wasn't exactly just lurking around waiting to do evil. It was just there, like spirits do. As the dog pointed to the open door, Nergüi bent down to pet it, releasing just a tiny amount of energy as he did. He had found spirits generally needed some sort of energy or whatever it was to really keep going, and it was something he could produce and distribute at will, so it made for a good bargaining chip. That said, he could only give out so much before he basically sapped his body of all strength. So whatever this energy was, it must have been integral to his own function. Oh, the dog had been sniffing out Prom, his roommate. He had determined they had the same class today, but had been unavailable when Prom left, so he had to find him somehow. And asking directions to the class would have been next to impossible: Prom was the only student he knew of that could understand him well. Nergüi could speak a little English, but he had only started learning not very long ago, and he was still very bad at it. Prom could speak many languages, one of which was Mongolian, so he was in great luck indeed. Also, the teacher who taught this class spoke Chinese, which was his third language, so he would be able to speak with her. But really...that was it as far as he knew.
He didn't bother with speaking, just went to an empty desk off to the side. No point in talking. No point in befriending anyone."Шонхорын хурдаар хурцлан давшъя
Чонын зоригоор асан дүрэлзэье
Тэнхээт морьдын туурайгаар нүргэе
Тамгат Чингисийн ухаанаар даръя" With: Prom and othersxxxxxxSpirits: dogxxxxxxLocation: classxxxxxxOoc: __
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 12:24 pm
Patrick Lockheart
~ LeVane ~ Okay, it had been a while since he'd attended any real form of classes and so with this being the first in what looked to be a good week-full of learning, Patrick wanted to ensure that he had everything he needed so he didn't look the fool attending unprepared. Books...Pens, Pencils...Sketchpad - just incase he needed something to pass the time...A Rucksack to put them all in - and of course it made sense to be wearing his uniform... There would be no point turning up in his usual attire, right? Still, once he felt he had everything, Patrick would shoulder his backpack and make his way out of his dorm, hoping the lesson would pass quickly and hopefully painlessly...
As he reached the door to the classroom, it seemed at first glance that the tutor had already arrived? There were already three others present and he may very well have panicked had he not recognised the male from the Music Round back at the Event... His suspicions about who the tutor was were quickly backed up as the teen started blowing bubbles with his Gum and so Patrick then set his sights on one of the vacant seats by the window, making his way over before sitting down... There was already a female sat a desk or two ahead of him, but as he'd aimed himself towards the back corner and hopefully far enough out of the way, he hoped nobody would concern themselves with this quiet individual as he took out his things and mentally prepared himself to start whenever the true teacher arrived...
His eyes drifting down towards the sketchpad which he'd drawn from his backpack, Patrick's initial thoughts about Prom not being the tutor were confirmed as Stitch - another face he recognised, yet seldom spoke to - piped up that the new teacher might not actually be ready to start and that the male was seated at the teacher's desk... Patrick wasn't overly concerned as to whom might be teaching them - the fact he'd made it to class on time was good enough for him and so he drew out one of his pencils and opened up his sketchpad - hoping to pass the time whilst they waited... [Profile]
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Clothing: Wearing LeVane Uniform
With: Stitch, Prom and some other less-familiar faces
Feeling: Aloof, perhaps a little nervous?
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 6:50 pm
This is Me | What is my house?: Cerretti | Am I taken?: I don't know
Do I have a preference?: Any and All | I am feeling: Amused | Who am I with?: Rebecca, Promullar, Stitch, Patrick and New guy | Where am I?: inside the castle - World History of Peculiarities Classroom | What is my suit?: My Hero suit
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The redhead gave the girl a salute as he smirked, his hand resting back on the table. He wouldn't have been surprised if she hadn't known his classes. It wasn't like he told her anything lately. Not with them both being busy. Her with the depressing a** talk in Seiji's classroom and him with his own issues he was running from. "Mhm, I hear the teacher in the other class is an a*****e who flunks people if they bother him. We all know how purposely annoying I can be." He hopped off the desk with a sigh before he stretched out with a yawn. Though that yawn was replaced with a snort of laughter. "It was just an expression." The conversation went back to the teacher, as even Stitch approached him to comment on it. He gave Stitch a small wave in greeting, smirking as he answered about the teacher. However, his eyes blinked when Stitch joked about prom being a teacher. That is the best joke he has heard all day. He highly doubt anyone would ever want him to teach them anything. His mouth opened to reply to that, but he paused as two people came into the classroom. He recognized the both of them, with one being his new roommate.
The two didn't seem to enjoy the idea of being social, so the redhead turned back to Stitch and Rebecca as he laughed in amusement. "This class would be so doomed if I was the teacher." Was his reply with a grin before he playfully nudged Stitch. "That was a good one Stitch." He let his gaze find its way back to Rebecca, his head tilting a little bit. He wasn't expecting to ever be asked to help someone out with something. Most people assumed he just wasn't very reliable. They were probably right!
"That depends, what exactly do you need help with? If it involves leaving the school grounds, I can't help you." He wasn't going to get into the why, because that wasn't really important to share.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 8:58 pm
Oh! It seemed like today Prom was being a bit more playful than usual! That was a really really good sign since he had been so busy in the past. It was almost like he was all work and no fun while he was off working for the school. Sometimes, it was a relief to see that some things didn’t change. ”You’re not annoying Prom Prom. I think people haven’t realized just how much fun you can be.” What she said was the honest truth, at least to her. Maybe his extreme level of fun matched her tastes, unless it was the other way around? ’I wonder if he got some sleep? He looks better now.’ Though, she hadn’t seen him on a day-to-day basis so it was possible that he had been looking a bit more vibrant for some time now. At the mention of an expression, Becca was nearly tempted to grab her notebook to jot his words down. She was terrible with such things as Rebecca often mixed it up. Sometimes it was hard to work on correcting your expressions when not a whole lot of people pointed out the mistake for her to fix.
With the unknown male approaching the two, the Alaric member slightly stiffened when her name was called. ’Who is he? I think I’ve seen him before, but how does he know my name?’ She grew concerned. Various reasonings popped into her head till yesterday’s actions stuck out like a sore thumb. ’Oh, maybe he knows my name because of the toilet thing. Way to go Becca, already doing a horrible job at giving yourself a second chance at this school.’ Internally sighing at her own problems, the teen remained cautious of the other. But there was a small bubble that needed to be popped. ”Do I know you?” The caution, the girl was feeling, seeped onto her face and tone of voice. The boy was friendly, which wasn’t a bad trait, but it made her feel on edge.
A dark-skinned male entered the room but he passed by them quickly. It seemed like he didn’t want to draw any attention towards himself despite being guided by what appeared to be a dog. The animal caught her sapphires but she didn’t know them. Since he seemed to go on his merry way there didn’t seem to be a reason to go up to him. ’Maybe everyone has their own troubles too.’ Then a lighter-skinned boy came soon after. A somewhat familiar face with an unknown name, though they didn’t seem to be desiring any interaction either. Becca seemed to guess that people wanted to be left alone today. She could relate to that.
Prom seemed to recognize the boy that asked him a question. Still, that didn’t quite stop her from slowly shuffling away to put some distance between the two. Rebecca knew nothing about him...but what if he knew something about her?! ’I mean..I don’t think it is possible. Oh, but what if he does know something about me?! Should I take the chance? No? Leave it up to a quarter?’ Becca looked at the redhead who seemed at ease around the other. ’Prom Prom knows pretty much everything about everyone. I’m sure he’d know if this guy was a bad person or not.’ That thought helped her but there was a lot in her past that she couldn’t quite leave alone.
Soon enough, Becca was able to deduce that the boy’s name was Stitch thanks to the Cerretti member. That may have given her a name to a face but nothing more. Soon she redirected her attention back to Prom as he gave her a peculiar response. Had he always disliked going into the city before? ”I got invited somewhere in the school by someone who claims to be a professor here. I’ve never met them before and...I guess I want a f...f-friend to come with me to make sure it isn’t something bad.” It was such a difficult word to get out. But who could blame her? She didn’t think such a luxury would come her way in this lifetime.
II▪Mood: Looking for a distractionII
II ▫House: Alaric II
II▪Where: Inside the Castle [World History of Peculiarities]II
II ▫With Who: Myself, Prom Prom, Stitch & Students in the ClassroomII
II▪Perviness:Explosion: 55%II
II ▪Wearing: Alaric UniformII
II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II
II Out Of Chocolates: II
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