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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 9:03 pm
"A teacher and four students..."Letting out her breath as he agreed, she followed him quickly to where he motioned. It seemed that he had recognized her, but she wasn't sure if that was such a good thing when she noticed his expression. Well, there was no way to back out now, and she hoped that what she had to say would help. "I just wanted to say thanks. You know..." she droned off, surprising even herself that she was at a loss for words. "It was a long time ago, but I never got to tell you." She managed a half-hearted smile, one hand twisting the handles of her bag for several seconds as she told him, "Thank you for helping my sister. My family owes you a debt, even larger now because it has taken so long for me to speak with you." Her sister's passing had taken a large toll on Aurora, but she'd been able to heal and move on with the help of time, but in her book, that didn't excuse her waiting so long to speak with Solomon.
{ooc: n/a} "...all with different lives."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 9:19 pm
※Destiny Is Calling Me
While he wasn't upset with Aurora's reappearance, nor her request to converse, the memories that her reappearance had brought back were sad ones. His expression softened a bit at her words, though he shook his head. He didn't feel like he was owed anything, especially when he had failed. "Your family doesn't owe me a thing. I regret being unable to do more." the passing of Aurora's sister had weighed on him for years, though he had tried not to let it affect him. Actually, Aurora's presence reminded him of something he kept tucked away in the closet of his dorm room. He hesitated a few moments, eventually taking a deep breath and just speaking. "I'm.. an artist, and I painted something that I would like to show you." he didn't know when, but he was hoping that she would agree to at least look at it. "I painted it a couple years ago, but I never saw you again after that night, so I never got the chance before now."
Open Up My Eager Eyes. ※
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 11:14 am
All Cedric could here was the stamping for feet as all the girls saw Cam. His back on the floor kind of hid him from view. He got up with the use of his friends hand. "You're fault." The man joked. He had been surprised because of him. "Yes I did come here to draw a crowd, but I wasn't the only one. Mizuki is here too." He pointed out. Many of the teachers were pretty famous and trying to draw attention to their clubs.
"Claire please." The woman said. She wasn't much older than most of her students when she had died. "I'll do tarot today. It's easy." She took the cards and spread them out before picking five up and flipping them to see what the fortune of this student was. She looked at the card. "You've been ungenerous lately." She commented. "You've gained a lot now the tides are changing and you are finding yourself weak. This will end in defeat." She told the boy his fortune.
Mizuki smiled at her husband as the little girl looked at her father. She was starting to show signs that he was indeed his daughter. Blue hair was started to stick up form her nearly bald head. "Don't make me blush in front of the students." Mizuki commented as she smoothed out Isadora's dress. "So any luck?" She asked with a smile.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 11:35 am
"A teacher and four students..."Aurora rose a brow at his words, completely taken aback at his denial of being owed anything. That was ridiculous, and she was very willing to tell him so. "We do. I do, at the least. You don't need to ask for anything now, but when you think of something or need help, remember it." He'd been the one who cared for her sister, and while she never got better, the last few hours of her life looked as if she was simply sleeping. Taking pain from a siren, especially a Solindo, deserved thanks and more. The fact that he was denying was could be taken as an insult, but she refused to play that card. Solomon wasn't one of her kind, and he didn't need to know all their social niceties, as long as he accepted her previous words.
With her feelings said, she was preparing to leave, but his clear hesitation kept her where she was. Absently, she began twisting the handle of her bag again, until she caught herself and let her hand drop to her sides. When he spoke, she cocked her head slightly to the side, her curiousity rising at the mention of a painting. "I would like to see it." She didn't comment on the fact that they hadn't seen each other, just nodded in understanding, since the years after the attack were full of emotional healing and she didn't feel the need to mention where she was. "When and where should I go?"
First, Cedric jokes and answers questions. Now Camrion smiles and says a joke of his own. Today was absolutely fantastic, and Lorina couldn't help but laugh off the red-head's last statement. "Of course not. Imps love practical jokes, you know." She flashed her own grin, sparing a glance to Cedric to make sure that he was alright. He was standing and talking, so she assumed he fine. Hearing his words, she almost nodded in agreement; Mizuki was a teacher at Reed's, one that most students had heard of before coming to the school. Turning her attention back to The Pack members, she spoke up again, "It was amazing too see you both, but-" she paused in her sentence, realizing something that she should have noticed before. The drama and illusions teacher, Adney, had the same red hair and last name as Camrion. "Oh. My. God. Are you here for the drama club, too?"
Nodding at the teacher's request of calling her by her first name, Richard stood by as she retrieved the items she would need. Watching as she spread out cards, he rose a brow. Having no idea of how this would foretell the furture, he remained quiet, waiting for her prediction. Claire's first words made him look down guiltily, since he hadn't actually done anything especially generous lately. The best he'd done was buy Lorina's lunch a few days back, but even then he'd teased her first. Sighing, he let her continue, wondering if perhaps his sister would let him volunteer with her next time she went into the city. The woman's words brought his attention back, and he contemplated them for a few seconds. Was he feeling weak? He supposed, since that was a reason of his for rejoining the soccer team. Well, that was certaintly interesting to hear from a teacher he didn't know very well at all. "Okay, cool." he admitted, smiling faintly as he continued, "Can you teach me how to do that?"
{ooc: n/a} "...all with different lives."
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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 11:42 am
Koran was surprised that a girl had hit into him. He wasn't used to being crashed into. He was a bit shy around girls that he probably had nothing in common with. At least he could be a nerd around them. Which girls he didn't it was just another meeting that ended up with him being a loser. "It's okay." He said before he stepped to the side and continued to walk. There was no point in letting her stay in his presence.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 11:49 am
The ghost smiled as the cards fell through her hands. She could make herself solid forever and chose to be off and on about it. She looked at the student so he knew that she was talking to him. "I can teach you this and more. I offer classes and you can learn things in the club meetings as well if you wish." She told the young man before she started to mix the cards up for the next student who came by to request a reading. "If you have a gift for it then you'll do well."
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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:06 pm
"A teacher and four students..."Hearing what she'd expected Koran to say, she nodded. He didn't seem upset, simply surprised...especially since he was always shy around girls...she didn't think they would have anything in common...no. He didn't think that. Those were his thoughts, and she once again had to focus on blocking out the threads of ideas not her own. Sighing, she continued walking, trying to find one club to sign up for. If she did, then her brother wouldn't be able to keep her here, and she could leave the crowded place for someplace with less people, and therefore less thoughts passing through her mind. Pausing where she was, she spotted the booth for the cheer and dance squad. Well, she'd never considered cheering but...dance would be okay. In fact, she would join the dance squad and colorguard team; that would keep her brother happy for awhile. Making her presence known to a blonde woman, she spoke up. "Um, hi." Absently, she was surprised to see that she, too, had ears like an elf, and she almost smiled at the coincidence of meeting two elves in as many minutes. "I just wanted to sign up."
Seeing the cards fall, Richard was only surprised for a few seconds before he remembered that Claire was a ghost. Smiling faintly at her response, he nodded before bending down enough to sign his name up for the club. "Sounds great." It would be fun to show up at a few meetings, just to learn more and find out if he had a 'gift for it'. "Thanks. See you again soon, then." he told her before flashing a smile and turning to return to the crows of milling students.
{ooc: n/a} "...all with different lives."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:32 pm
✹ ♠ ✿ ※ ♣ ❀
Choosing not to argue the point further, he didn't want to come off as rude or insult the girl, he nodded to accept her request to remember it. He didn't know what he would ever need from her or her family, but he supposed it couldn't hurt to have a clearly powerful family in debt to him; at the very least, he could use it to assist his own family should they need it. Solo noticed her fidget, understanding how uncomfortable it must be to be so near to one who brought back such memories, but this was something he thought needed to be said. He looked far less uncomfortable when she agreed to see it, nodding to accept her answer. "It's currently in my dorm room, but I can move it to the art studio if you aren't comfortable going there." he would understand if she preferred somewhere more public.
Pyry couldn't miss the resemblance between himself and his daughter, and while he wasn't sure how to feel about that, he knew that she was still quite lovely. He turned his attention to his wife, his smile taking on a mischievous turn, making him look almost like Cam. He cast the drama booth a glance, noting how it was doing fairly well, and nodded. "I think we are doing better than Adney expected." he admitted, though he wondered if maybe his son on the other teacher's lap was helping; Ephraim was both adorable and the child of someone famous.
Casting the gathering group of girls a short smile, he hauled Cedric to his feet when he finally took the outstretched hand. "It's always my fault." he replied, rolling his eyes for effect. The redhead had noticed Mizuki was present, and had made a note to get a look at his lovely niece before leaving. His head turned back to the girl Cedric had been speaking to before, noticing the grin. "Imps, huh? Sound like my kind of people." while all members of The Pack enjoyed a good practical joke, Cam saw no one as safe from his. He was waiting for the girl to finish, raising a brow when she cut off. He chuckled quietly, looking as if he had been caught. "I am. My brother is the drama teacher, and he claims being on a couple episodes of Law and Order and CSI make me the perfect guest." he shook his head, not exactly in agreement. "I point out that I'm not the one that was on Broadway for a bit, and he says 'yet'." it seemed that the two argued about successes, but Cam never let himself win.
Ciel slipped into the room, looking at all the booths laid out. There was certainly an interesting selection of clubs, but it seemed that a crowd had gathered around the music club booth. Turning in the opposite direction, she stopped at each of the booths to look at what sort of things they did. She stopped next before the Host Club, raising a brow. She had remembered watching an anime about a high school's Host Club, but she had never thought one would actually exist.
❀ ♣ ※ ✿ ♠ ✹
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:10 pm
 "Huh... okay then..." Simon mumbled processing it, it still didn't seem right in his head, but either way, it was probably best he not annoy anyone further than he had to, and starting an arguement over the semantics of British football versus American football, after another minute or so of contemplation he left the stand, "I'm not all that good at football anyway..." he said, sauntering off to the "Colorguard Club" table, "Colorguard? Is that just a rather roundabout way of saying this is Art club?" he asked, mostly to himself, but he'd said it aloud in the hopes someone would give him an answer.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:11 pm
Mizuki also cast a glance at Adney's booth then looked at her husband. It was good to see that Adney was doing as well as the Cheer squad was. "We're doing well too. It looks like three people have come by already. That's not too bad right?" She commented adjusting Isadora in her arms. "Make sure to get picture of Ephraim like that. It'll be perfect for the album." She added noticing her son's posture. She smiled at the tot.
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Cherry-x-Sorbet Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:37 pm
"A teacher and four students..."Letting out a breath as he didn't openly deny her words of favor again, she was able to focus on his response. She shook her head, having no issue with going to another's dorm; besides it would be rude to make him move something of his own belonging to another spot without a just reason. "Oh, no. It's fine. What time should I come?" she could look up his dorm number without much difficulty, but she wasn't sure when would be a good time to show up. Most of her days were open since it was still before the start of classes, and the only exception was the practices she would need to appear at for the squad she'd just signed up with. Sure that his choice wasn't likely to interfer with her schedule, she would let him choose.
Nodding at his question of imps, she simply flashed a cheeky grin, knowing very well that she hardly ever contradicted the clichés of her race. When he confirmed his relationship to the drama teacher and club advisor, she smiled again. This was so great...two stars respresenting the two clubs she actually cared about. "Psh, you're both great." She waved off the matter, having Cam on television and Adney in class. "I was just about to head over to the drama booth, so I'm sure I'll see you again soon." For now, she would let the two The Pack members chat and talk, and she would slip off to get her name on the Drama Club list before it filled up as she expected it to. Raising a hand to give a quick wave to the stars, she turned to re-enter the crowd of students.
Glancing up at the sound of a student, she easily picked up what he'd said. Barely containing her laughter, she shook her head, speaking smoothly despite her amusement. "No, not at all. Colorguard is a synchronized sport." She motioned to the equipment on the table, which included a sulled sabre and wooden rifle. Leaning against the table was a flag, securely attached to a six foot hallowed metal pole. "Though it can also be called 'Sport of the Arts'. You perform by spinning and tossing things."
{ooc: n/a} "...all with different lives."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 2:07 pm
"Heh, I barely trust myself with a kitchen knife, spinning and twirling things like that?" Simon pointed at the sabre, a shudder echoing thorugh out his body, a shudder he swear reached his soul came forth at the thought of his wings being severed, "The thought... doesn't appeal to me lets say..." Simon had a healthy respect for blades, in that he wasn't going to mess around with them, and whilst the instructor was probably professionally trained and could help Simon do all the twirly things he'd have to do with it, he didn't want to risk it, "Thank you." he said, forcing a smile, the thought of his wings being severred dampened his mood somewhat, he left the Colourguard table and sauntered over to the Drama clubs table, he could act... somewhat, he had a flare for the overtly dramatic so it wasn't a far shot, "Ah well, I'll let people who know what they're talking about decide how awesome I am." he said as he examined the table.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 2:34 pm
✹ ♠ ✿ ※ ♣ ❀
A bit relieved that he wouldn't need to relocate the painting, he considered timing. "Any day after two is fine." he told her, as before then was a toss up between sleeping and painting. "I live on the third floor with the teachers, in room three hundred and eight." it was easy to look up where people lived, but he figured it would be simpler to just tell her. In the five years that had gone by, he had decided to become a teacher at the school. The school hadn't had an art program before he had applied, and he was glad that such was finally going to be fixed.
Giving a nod of agreement, four new students wasn't bad at all, he knew the drama club was also doing quite well. The club was fairly new, and so getting the word out would surely drum up some business; that, and he also knew that Cam would be showing up sooner or later. Turning to get another look at his son, the spirit smiled. Yes, they would definitely need a picture, though Adney might not be too pleased about such. Too bad, as the way the young blonde was leaning over and tapping the information sheets when students went by was adorable. He'd also gotten his hands on one of the costume hats his uncle had brought along, keeping it on his lap so he could see.
Looking amused at the girl's dismissal of the brothers' arguments, he chose to keep quiet on the matter. After all, she probably had class with his brother and was well aware of such. "I'll be headed over there soon, so I'm sure I'll see you then." he agreed, looking forward to the encounter. This girl was an interesting one, and he was sure that they would be seeing more of each other. After all, he would probably follow Cedric to a few Music Club meetings, and Adney was roping him in to attending Drama Club when he was around as well. Waving back as the girl departed, he turned his attention back to Cedric. "Remind me that I need to tell you something later." his eyes drifted pointedly to the fans nearby, not wanting to be overheard.
Looking up at the male student that approached, the teacher studied him carefully. There was promise in everyone, but the redhead was not a fan of cocky kids. "Interested in drama?" he asked, restraining a laugh as Ephraim attempted to pick up the clipboard where interested students could fill out their information. "We're a fairly new club, but I intend to have a show up and running by the end of the first semester. Even if acting isn't your thing, we also need a stage crew." not everyone was meant for the stage, but the teacher wanted the club to be open to everyone.
❀ ♣ ※ ✿ ♠ ✹
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 2:56 pm
Imhotep sat up. Great there was a student asking him questions. Ivan hadn't even gotten there yet. "Interested?" He asked the boy. The vampire held out a paper that reminded him a scroll, but it had all the information that Ivan wanted to give out to people. "Do you have any questions." The man wasn't helpful at all. He was a teacher who demanded that students read up on what was going on in classes.
Lillie smiled at the girl as she handed over the clip board. "Here you are. I'll be excited to see you at practice." The woman said with a smile. He pushed her blond hair back so it wasn't bothering her. "Do you have any questions that you need answered?" The woman
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