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 Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:08 pm
The sound of tapping and clicking was heard all throughout the computer room. Conall was hunch over the keyboard, mindlessly pressing keys, controlling the stick figure ninja, avoiding mines and a gun sentry. He heard a loud interruptive cough behind him, which caused him to jump and kill the ninja. Conall furrowed his eyebrows and looked behind him by leaning back. He saw the rather attractive female teacher attempting to loom over him, rather perturbed. Conall turned back to his screen and closed the game and perused the computer again until he found the music file he was searching for. He brought it up in a computer program they used to make the song. After a moment of debate and listening to the song, the teacher walked away, muttering something about teenage rebellion. Conall went back to the game, waiting for the bell to ring.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 11:26 pm
Domhnal reeled momentarily from the blow, not only had it been fast, but for such an absent minded movement it had been ridiculously painful! Normally his martial arts training allowed him to intercept attacks from such people as kung-fu masters and trained ninjas, (as it had allowed him to do the previous night) but here, the girl who he'd thought he knew as a martial arts novice, who'd been training less than half as long as he had, and who (to his knowledge) did not posses crazy moon powers, had just landed a hit on him that would have floored an untrained man.
"Ninjas must have hit me harder than I thought." Domhnal thought to himself.
Out loud, Domhnal prepared a counter-retort: "Actually Speed demon was a different superhero entirely, who existed in the Amalgam universe (a product of a temporary merger of the Marvel and DC universes) he was sort of a mish-mash between the Flash, Ghost Rider, and Quicksiver." He paused for a moment before grinning antagonistically and continuing: "Oh, and he didn't hit like a girl."
He then glanced down at the paper that occupied Kira's attention. "Copying Thing #2's Trig homework again are we?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 7:35 am
Matty glanced back her watch as if it were any suprise that she'd be late to class again, it was a natural occurrence. She could wake at 3 in the morning and still be late for school, which is what she did every morning. No matter how much Matty loved this school, and she really did love this school, she could never be on time. The reason to this was that at 3 every morning she'd get dressed, eat breakfast, then leave the house to scout out a new spot for pictures of the sunrise and whatever else caught her eye that morning. It was a time consuming matter as far as Matty was concerned.
Around her neck hung a camera larger than the owner's head hanging by a leather strap which seemed like it wouldn't be sturdy enough to hold the bulky device, but it managed. She walked pass the doors of the school and over to a side wall where she lifted the glass payne of the window from it's sill and slid in through the opening and into the hallway. She wouldn't get in trouble for coming through the door late, she always came in through the window, the door was far to conventional.
Pushing her glasses back so that they sat more evenly on the bridge of her nose she pulled the camera strap from around her neck and cradled it in her arms in front of her until she reached her locker. The hulking camera was then placed on silk cushion with every precaution to keep it safe in her absence. On nearly and after thought she pulled the film canister from the back of the camera and carefully closed her locker door. Once her camera was safely locked away she reached into her knit messenger bag and withdrew a small, lime green digital camera which she used for daily school photos in class. She slid the green band on her wrist and pulled her first textbook, although it was rarely used, out and made her way down the hall towards her first class which was, photography of course, which would soon be over but it didn't matter because her second class was in the same room.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:32 am
Kira spared a moment to shoot him a withering look of distain. “I don’t read comics, thank you very much, and I’ve only copied Shawn’s trig homework once before.” The second statement was technically true, while the first was an outright lie, but hey, who was counting? If Domhnal found out she read comic books, she’d never hear the end of how hypocritical she was. “Anyway,” she continued, adopting a lofty expression, “You’re just upset that I landed something at all. It’s alright Domhnal; the fact that I hit you without you even managing to get a block up doesn’t mean anything. Really. Ask--” She broke off, a stricken look passing across her face, and bent over her papers again without another word.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:41 pm
Domhnal looked away and hastiliy dragged his sleeve across his face in a gesture that may have been clearing dirt from his eyes. Then he turned back to Kira, who was still quiet, he noticed that she no longer seemed particularly interested in her trig work. He wanted to reasure her, to tell her that he'd personally avenged their sensei and that his spirit was well at rest, but that would involve a long explanation of both his new powers and his whereabouts last night. Something which he was not comfortable discussing with her, at least not in school.
"I know how you feel." he said putting a hand on her shoulder "I miss him to."
At that moment, the english teacher strode into the classroom and the day's lesson began. For what may have been the first time in his life, Domhnal's hand did not rise into the air when the teacher asked who had finnished their essay last night. He drew an odd look from Kira, at whom he mouthed "I'll explain later"... To himself he thought "I will?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 10:13 am
Domhnal's attempt at an empathetic moment made Kira want to punch him. Hard. She was on the verge of tears already, and here he was, trying to push her over the edge! There was absolutely nothing worse than crying in school, at least in Kira's opinion; even if she managed to stay completely silent, and somehow kept her blotchy face and red eyes hidden from an entire class, some little genius would see her shoulders shaking, or notice that she hadn't raised her head in a few minutes. They would proceed ask "Are you alright?" in a whisper that would manage to carry neatly to every corner of the room. After that, everyone in the entire room would either pointedly give her space, shooting her sympathetic looks every once and while, or rub her back and barrage her with questions. Like she didn't have reasons enough to cry already!
Luckily, the subject was changed at that exact moment by the arrival of their teacher, so Kira just kept her head down, and, after a second, the threat of tears abated, helped along by the sudden onset of considerable surprise. Domhnal forgetting his homework? She half expected to see the four horsemen of the apocalypse ride into the classroom right there. She was still too relieved by the topic change to question it, however.
"Kira?" called the teacher, looking annoyed. Less than half the class had brought their first drafts in, so Kira could understand why. "Let's go over your essay first, alright? Everyone who did not bring their essay in," she said, disappointment dripping from every syllable, "May hand write a draft now for half credit." Kira got to her feet, shooting Domhnal a sympathetic wince, and moved to sit beside the older woman. "First of all," the teacher began, businesslike, "Your entire first paragraph is throat clearing language, so cut it. Also, I'm not sure that the first point in your thesis statement coincides with..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:21 pm
For the next forty minutes, the twin boys mechanically answered the questions presented to them. "Oui, Madame," "Non, Madame," "Je n'aime pas les oueves vertes et jambon, je ne les aime pas, Sam, je suis."
At long last, the bell rang and the boys went their separate ways, Alex to his Lit class, and Shawn to his acting course. It was one of the only two periods of the day that the boys were separate, and yet on this particular day, the boys felt a strange sense of nervousness about leaving the others side. Though they told themselves nothing was wrong, the truth was that with what they were going to do in just four short periods, neither felt safe on their own. In the backs of their minds, they felt as though at any moment they would be caught, unable to defend themselves alone. But despite this sense of dread, each eventually made their way through the halls, finding their ways to their classes.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:39 pm
Subconsciously Conall heard the bell ring, and he quickly shut down the computer. Within seconds he was maneuvering through the hallways without looking, mindlessly passing past people, still gnawing on his thumbnail. Conall was hunched over like always, and his eyes were glued to the ground. Conall stepped into his class and took his seat right in the middle and pulled out his homework, pencil, and big pink eraser. After organizing it and making sure they were in the right position in a very OCD manner, and looked up to the front board. In big letters it wrote out: 'English Literature'. The teacher was a thin and frail-looking man, who seemed to have become more nervous now that Conall had arrived. Conall pulled out The Art of War and began reading, biting his thumbnail still.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 11:09 am
Silently, Alex slinked into his second period class, sitting down two seats to the left of a large pale boy whose name he could not seem to remember. Collin... Cornel...Caleb? It didn't matter, the boy was always to busy talking to himself anyway, and was apparently crazy, though officially he was declared sane. Even if he was perfectly normal, it was doubtful that Alex would ever bother needing to know his name anyhow, he liked to keep his connections outside of his brother to a limit, they just didn't understand. On the rare occassion that he did need contact with the outside world, he had found that pronouns could indefinitely lengthen the time between any actual statement of a name.
He watched as the boy organized his things, carefully making sure everything was in the right spot. Why did he bother? He was just going to move them in a second anyway and thier teacher almost never collected homework. But still, it probably wasn't a bad idea to look busy. And so, the lone twin took out his matching book and began to thumb through.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 2:01 pm
Heather had been in school for only a few periods and already was in trouble. their she was minding her own bussiness, when some idiot boy comes up and starts flirting with her. he was all like "Hey, chick." And she was all "Back away NOW." He then said "Whats the matter babe?" So instead of wasteing her words, she just, ya know, pushed the sexist butthead. he triped and knocked over the teachers globe and it broke. so now, she was in the princeapals office. why does this feel so familer? maybe 'cause this happens to her ALL the time. Heather sighed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 7:58 pm
"I expect you will be coming to explain yourself sometime today....after school...in the detention center."
Solaris raised a thin eyebrow at the teacher and lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "Alright then, whatever you say. Can I go now?" He sighed and closed his eyes, head swinging from side to side with an expression of resignation. "Solaris...actually you may not go yet. I see here that you are in the teacher's assistant program?Well I'd advise you not to skip out of campus any time soon dear, because your services might be needed what with the slew of teachers falling ill this week." She got to her feet and stretched languidly, heedless of the fact that her drop barely covered her torso, "Sure fine...is that all?"
She knew he would ignore her antics like he usually did. It was strange, her relationship with her homeroom teacher because any other normal person would have washed his hands clear from the regular back and forth between them but perhaps Senor Velasquez allowed himself to look beyond all that...
"Okay Solaris you can go now, try to stay out of trouble for the rest of the day?"
She walked to the door and stuck her tongue out, "I'd say I would try but where's the fun in that?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 8:30 pm
(just wondering, who else is planning on being a villain?)
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:32 pm
(( Me ))
Conall chewed on his thumbnail like usual, bored beyond belief. The bell finally rang and the teacher stood, somewhat more relaxed as there were more students in the classroom. The teacher began talking about they're newest assignment: collaborative stories. Everyone but Conall straightened up at this and began making worried glances at the oblivious Conall. No one ever wanted to work with Conall, as everyone usually thought he was out of his mind and go postal. The teacher began calling out pairs, and Conall actually listened.
-"... and uh, Reilly and Valentine, you two will be, uh, working, uh, together..."
Conall waited for him to finish and finally the teacher stopped teaming people together and told everyone to pair with their respective partners. Conall stood and walked over to the kid dubbed 'Reilly'. He sat down next to him and set his things on his desk, this time not bothering to organize them. Conall pulled out the appropriate materials and then began muttering to himself again.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 3:10 am
'Damn it,' Alex thought. It truly was nothing personally against the boy, it was simply that he hated group projects. The idea of putting that much trust in another person and having to deal wit them annoyed him to no ends. But still he was going to have to no matter what, might as well try to make it as painless as possible. 'What would Shawn do?' Alex thought of his more social twin, in his mind trying to imagine how he would react. "Hey, so I guess this make's you my partner. The name's Alex," he held out his hand to the larger boy, mentally kicking himself while trying his best to hide it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 10:43 am
Kira cursed under her breath as she gathered her belongings, stuffing them pell-mell into her backpack. Swinging a strap onto her shoulder, she gave Domhnal a quick, distracted smile and shot out the door. “See you at lunch!” she called over her shoulder.
Luckily, it was a ridiculously small school, or she never would have made it. She slid onto the stage with seconds to spare, thin strands of hair flying loose from her messy bun, and sat down next to Shawn, grinning triumphantly. “That’s right; the Speed Demon strikes again!” After allowing herself a few seconds to catch her breath, she turned her attention to him in earnest. “How was French?” She shuddered. “God, even the word makes me cringe. I should have taken Spanish; phonetic equals good.”
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