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 Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 6:18 pm
Well, fellow RPers, it would appear there is finally someone who joined the night classes, well, other than Josh, but something tells me he's planning to skip like a six-year-old girl with a new rope anyways (particulary Language Arts/Grammar blaugh )
When Zander and Ms. Conception managed to get to the library, Ms. Conception managed to get to the middle of the room and picked the bomb up.
"Who let this off?" she asked angrily, pitching it into a garbage can, where after the expected THUNK was heard, so was a strange whirring. Though nobody saw it, all the contents of that garbage can had been teleported to some unknown place. "Whomever it is is going to have a live audience with the Headmaster as soon as he is found!" then she looked over at Zander.
"I'm sorry I walked off on you before. You probably don't have a dorm yet, so feel free to take a nap in my office. I left some blankets in my top drawer." she whispered to him.
"Thanks!" Zander whispered as he ran for the office, a yawn the size of an elephant leaving his mouth. He was ready for some sleep. As soon as he left, Ms. Conception looked over at the girls and Josh.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Felecia Conception, the new Student Teacher and Counselor." she said with a slight bow. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about what's going on around here, would you?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 6:35 pm
Kamon waves his hand hi from behind his book to show that he was here and said "Hi" and than went back to memorizing his comic book
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 6:51 pm
My mistake, disregard any comments I made OOC in my last post... except those about Josh, those I meant domokun .
As whatever action took place in the library, Zander walked into Ms. Conception's room, which, strangely enough, was still unlocked. He calmly went over to the futon Flea had set up in the corner and laid on it... nothing like a nice bed after a crazy night like this. Then he nearly fell asleep, when he overheard the Headmaster shouting over in the next room, something about Weddings and bodies of water.
"SHUDDAP!" Zander shouted through the wall. The Headmaster immediately gave his own comment right back.
"Shouldn't you be in a dorm?!"
"I don't have one! Shouldn't you be in your office?!"
"We suffer from a common problem there, as I too have no place to hang my hat." the midget shouted back through. So he didn't have anywhere to sleep either. "My new office won't be done until tomorrow. In the meantime, shut up so I can finish this phone call!" then, what he heard him say next surprised him. "See you later, Mommy." quickly followed by the sound of the phone hanging up. "There, happy?" The midget shouted angrily through the wall.
"Yeah, I guess. Now how about YOU go to bed, too? At your age, you probably need all the sleep you can get. I mean, what are you, 700? 800?"
"555, thank you VERY MUCH!" Princenemy bellowed through the wall.
"You know, there are people ABOVE you trying to sleep!" someone else said from the next story up.
"BE QUIET!" Zander and Princenemy both shouted at once. It was almost as if they were on the same brainwave for a minute, because both stopped shouting, turned and went to bed.
"Night, Mini-Me!" Zander muttered.
"Sweet dreams, you deliquint!" Princenemy mumbled. They both fell asleep after about 5 minutes of throwing insults at one another.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:36 am
Violet looked at the woman. There was definately something strange about her too. She was beginning to think that abnormalities in dark matter around people were not so abnormal in this school. She decided not to look very much farther into the astral matter surrounding Ms. Conception. Instead, she only told the truth. "Ummmm... I've only been here a day, I can't explain anything that's happened today, way too many completely weird things, first, earthquakes or something, then that stink bomb... supposedly, the dog-guy or whatever was behind that." Violet said, referring to earlier when the girl with the katana had called Connell a mangy mutt. "Anyway, this is all way too tiring for me. Do you know which dorm I'm supposed to be in? If not, I can spend the night here, it's no problem." she finished.
PS: Sorry I was gone yesterday, my connection was acting up... it's fixed now though... for the moment...
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 1:36 pm
Kamon went to his dorm and went to sleep hoping that tomorrow he would make some friends. In his dream his brain went over the things it had memorized in the comic book like the whole of the Karte fighting style and how to dissarm a level five nuclear device
((yes there is such thing as a level five nuclear device they are the hardest to dissarm))
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 4:04 pm
i quit this rp i hate teens any way
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obsessivecullendisorder24
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 4:05 pm
"Okay, then." Ms. Conception said calmly. "If you happen to find out who did it, send them to my office. They'd probably rather deal with me than Princenemy if they found out what HE does to people who pull violent pranks, anyway. Good night." and with that, she walked away, back to her office.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 4:30 pm
((when ever tomorow starts I will post something else since I am asleep))
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 5:33 pm
(Sorry I haven't been posting much lately as I've been busy in school)
As Summer sat in the boiler room with a frown on her face she though about Zander. It was stupid. Why did she have to run? He could probably relate. He had a metal arm for crying out loud! But if he tried to put it around her like she was now it would just become a goopie fused-together mess. Why did this have to happen to her so often? She though she'd appeased herself when she set the Headmaster's office ablaze. She was wrong. She sighed sadly as she shuffled farther from the boiler. Its constant heat and flickering light constantly reminded her of her own furious flame that burned within her.
"I suppose I have nothing left to do but wait until morning." she said as she laid beneath the stairs in a stupor. She couldn't talk to anyone or do anything until morning. Then the flames and fury would calm and she could be around other people again without any problems.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:03 pm
Congratulations, everyone! I apologize for my lack of color, but this is an OOC post. For some odd reason, my tags are working a little wonky in this post. We have a new student, but the RPer is a familiar face.
Name: Marcia Roswell (formerly Krizzle M'Gildrapan)
Species: Marcia appears to be, smells like, feels like, sounds like, and most likely tastes like a human being. She is actually a martian and her disguise is actually a blend of Martian and Human DNA
Personality Type: Tries to blend in, is intellectually gifted and quite kind, but is attributing towards the eventual invasion of Earth by spying on the humans, though she slowly begins to appreciate Earth and forsakes Mars' conquesedorian tendencies.
Age: looks about 17. In reality, though, she is 57.
Height: 5’3”
Hair: Blood Red, worn down neatly around the face
Eyes: Dark. She hides them behind a pair of rose-colored sunglasses . They are pure black and glossy underneath. Skin: Unremarkable. The only noticeable feature is her freckles, probably because of her bright-green and -teal colored clothing . If seen without her distinctive garb, her skin shows as a dull green.
Fighting Abilities/Abnormalities: IQ over 400, telekinesis.
Weaknesses: She mistrusts plants of any kind. And she drinks pop with her every meal. She also chews disgusting CO2-rich gum, in order to breathe on Earth. If you were to take that gum out for more than 42 minutes, she would suffocate. The pop helps with her C02 intake.
Motivations: She has a slight love interest in the conspiracy-obsessed nephew of Princenemy. , but her main motivation is to study Earth and learn about them. While in the process she contributes towards (and, later, attempts to sabotage) the Martian Invasion.
History: Her inability to fit in often gets in the way and as such often ends up doing something that makes her look like a complete freak totally by accident. For example, when she first arrived, she thought that trees were the planet's dominant species. Marcia was sent to Earth to study humans for the subsequent invasion.
Clothes: Marcia's typical clothes are bright teal long-sleeve blouse and neon green shirt with a blue knee-length skirt sporting a green zigzag pattern. She walks around in a pair of black high-heeled boots.
Notes: Marcia uses a machine hidden below the school's boiler room (she uses a trapdoor in her dormroom closet every week) to switch between her alien and human body, both sets of genetic information (and more) being stored in the genetic modifying component. Awkwardly, someone else could end up using this by accident.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 6:51 pm
Amara looked at the girl who gave her the puppy dog eyes. "Even think of touching the katana i possess and it will be your last thought." she growled. She then turned to the midget with a death glare. and the way the light hit her eyes...they looked red and demonic. "Give me a dorm room. Oh and....I suggest you don't try ANYTHING perverted on me. I had no problem killing my perverted brother so i will have no remorse in killing you. I'll expect a letter with my dorm number soon." she sheathed her katana and walked to a book shelf and looked for a book as if nothing had happened.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 9:17 pm
here. The tabs are a bit wonky too.
Name: Marcia Roswell (formerly Krizzle M'Gildrapan)
Species: Marcia appears to be, smells like, feels like, sounds like, and most likely tastes like a human being. She is actually a martian and her disguise is actually a blend of Martian and Human DNA
Personality Type: Tries to blend in, is intellectually gifted and quite kind, but is attributing towards the eventual invasion of Earth by spying on the humans, though she slowly begins to appreciate Earth and forsakes Mars' conquesedorian tendencies.
Age: looks about 17. In reality, though, she is 57.
Height: 5’3”
Hair: Blood Red, worn down neatly around the face
Eyes: Dark. She hides them behind a pair of rose-colored sunglasses . They are pure black and glossy underneath.
Skin: Unremarkable. The only noticeable feature is her freckles, probably because of her bright-green and -teal colored clothing . If seen without her distinctive garb, her skin shows as a dull green.
Fighting Abilities/Abnormalities: IQ over 400, telekinesis.
Weaknesses: She mistrusts plants of any kind. And she drinks pop with her every meal. She also chews disgusting CO2-rich gum, in order to breathe on Earth. If you were to take that gum out for more than 42 minutes, she would suffocate. The pop helps with her C02 intake.
Motivations: She has a slight love interest in the conspiracy-obsessed nephew of Princenemy. , but her main motivation is to study Earth and learn about them. While in the process she contributes towards (and, later, attempts to sabotage) the Martian Invasion.
History: Her inability to fit in often gets in the way and as such often ends up doing something that makes her look like a complete freak totally by accident. For example, when she first arrived, she thought that trees were the planet's dominant species. Marcia was sent to Earth to study humans for the subsequent invasion.
Clothes: Marcia's typical clothes are bright teal long-sleeve blouse and neon green shirt with a blue knee-length skirt sporting a green zigzag pattern. She walks around in a pair of black high-heeled boots.
Notes: Marcia uses a machine hidden below the school's boiler room (she uses a trapdoor in her dormroom closet every week) to switch between her alien and human body, both sets of genetic information (and more) being stored in the genetic modifying component. Awkwardly, someone else could end up using this by accident.
Marcia shuffled down the hallway, looking around strangely as she inhaled the most interesting scent. people around her gagged and choked, falling to the ground, but she found the scent to be merely.... different, not horrible. Walking down to the library, she took out a book. This volume looks nice... she thought, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. she sat down and promptly began reading.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 11:49 pm
Violet hissed under her breath at the girl with the katana. she thought. She decided that it was obvious Ms. Conception wasn't going to help her get a dorm, so she took a seat at one of the library tables and laid her head down on it, slowly drifting off to sleep. She was used to sleeping like this, she'd had to do it for a few weeks when she was still on the run from Groom Lake, and she had been staying at a homeless shelter which didn't have beds, so all the people had to sleep sitting at tables. Of course, that had been before Groom Lake had recaptured... no, it wasn't best to think of her, Violet knew it would only bring more tears, and probably more nightmares of Groom Lake, too.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 11:27 am
Amara heard the hiss and was very tempted to pin the girl to the wall with sharp vines. she put the book away and walked to the closet she had slept in before. "i dont need a dorm room. i would just sleep in the corner anyways." Amara said to herself.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 3:32 pm
Violet twitched and groaned in her sleep.
As Violet and the girl she had rescued had walked towards the gas station, Violet had told the girl to wait by the pumps. "We're probably both on the escaped criminals list or something, there's less of a chance of someone recognizing one of us if there's only one of us to recognize." she had explained. So Violet had gone in to get more supplies alone. As she had filled the little handbasket with chips and candy and soda and such, she had heard a commotion outside. The girl had been surrounded by agents in black suits, who had shot her with a tranquilizer dart, and had begun loading her into the back of a black van.
"Axi!" Violet screamed as she awoke, then, remembering she was still in the library, covered her mouth, embarrassed.
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