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Jinx had been more or less silent the entire class period. She help as much as she could but didn't say much of anything. Her silence was not because she was anti-social, but because she was socially awkward therefore she knew not what to say.

A sigh of relief escaped her as the class period drew toward the ending leaving her to simply sit back and wait on the bell. However a few minutes before the bell a little girl came out of nowhere. This girl she'd many times. She has lovely auburn hair, and emerald jewels for eyes. Her facial structure resembled Jinx's but the child was prettier than she could ever be. The difference between them other than the ethereal beauty was that the child was not exactly there. She was not transparent, she looked as real as everyone else in the room but it was obvious that she wasn't really there in a strange way.

The red head stared at the child as she always did, then looked around the room wondering how crazy she looked since she knew from experience that no one else could see her. The bell rung and the students around them packed their belonging and rushed out of the door. Jinx simply grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She reached her hand for the girl to take, which she did, then exited the room. Neither one of them said a word, they never did.

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Ⓛove is Ⓦar.
Ⓦar is a Ⓖame.
Ⓓo you want to play?

(Sorry for such a late reply I fell asleep in front on my laptop cause I was tired.)

"Sometimes my words don't make any sense when I say them..."


Wheee! The weekend was so uneventful! Of course. Renivere was a couch potato and watched drama all weekend. There as no surprise. Oh. But she did get all her homework done! Yippee! And it was morning so she was in bright spirits today. She entered the art classroom and lo and behold, she was first! Not second or third or late or late. Yes. She was first.

That just meant she was extra diligent today or either super art nerd today. Not that she could ever call herself an art nerd because she failed at art and drew about as good as a kindergartner or even younger. But still...

Renivere went to a desk and set her stuff down. Well, while no one was here, she can go examine the art in this art classroom. Hey! There were no pictures posted on the walls at all. She wanted to see her other classmates' artwork. After all, she may not be good at art, but she can surely appreciate it. Well, fine. She'll just look around for art books to flip through. Renivere opened a cupboard. She should know better than to snoop around without permission, but it's not like it'd hurt at all. Oh! An art book! Well, Renivere will just take a-

CRASH! Renivere jumped out of the way as piles of magazines and other art books came flowing out of the cabinet like a waterfall. "Hmm... That was not my intention." Renivere said to particularly no one.

COLLEEN XING



After beating Ian, she decides to head towards the class before passing through the kitchen.. That could still wait.. She brought her students' sketchpads out from the lounge towards her classroom.

Colleen placed the said pads against her table and arrange her stuffs, there were two students inside the classroom.. Oh.. She knew those two.. The two leaders whom she assigned last week.. She smiled at them and scribbled on her sketchpad full of tapes.. Thanks to Ian once more! Ugh.

'We shall start our class once most of your classmates were here.. While waiting.. you can prepare your sharpened pencils.. We will do a simple charcoal sketch later..'

When does she need to write all of her words? Her hand hurts for severe writing.. She pulled her chair and open a book borrowed from Severin, about Speech Therapy..

"...I will take you completely..
Without exemptions..."

((Placing her in..^^))

.:l Snyder Couture l:.

”I hate bathrooms. They’re the worst.
Male or female. What’s the difference?
There’s stalls for privacy,

Snyder was on a roll lately. He was actually coming to classes on time now, and he was certainly proud of that fact. It was just a shame that he seemed to be arriving a little too early because there were rarely any other students, but he was fine with that just as long as he knew said students.

He entered the classroom and said. "Morning, Renivere. Morning, Cyril. Morning, Professor." He wasn't all too sure about the teacher's name since this was his second time seeing her?, and.... hm. That was no excuse though. He'd have to pay extra attention in order to catch what her? name was. "What exactly are we doing now?"

Speaking of all these guesses on genders, he should really get to asking people what exactly are they. He'd make sure to do that later on.

And it’s all used for the same thing.
So why does one smell better than the other?
Genders are so confusing.”
- Snyder Couture

COLLEEN XING



Colleen closed her book and smiled at Renivere and the incoming boy.. Glancing over the roster, it was Synder.. She gave a nod as a respond to their courtesy on acknowledging her presence..

While looking at Cyril and Renivere, sharpening their pencils.. She stood form her seat and starts to distribute their sketchpads one by one.. Though Colleen would love to talk to them.. She can't.. Family week is almost here.. Probably, her mom will be there and all week.. Colleen would do a lot of hiding.. Surely, Lynn Xing would brag her to go home and resign..

Soon as she reached her table.. Colleen scribbled another note..

'I guess we need to start our small class... I'm seeing a fairly good job sharpening those pencils.. Now.. We shall be heading outside.. Somewhere at an open field were you can draw a scenario.. At the training grounds.. So let's head out..'

"...I will take you completely..
Without exemptions..."

"Sometimes my words don't make any sense when I say them..."


Renivere blinked. He didn't have a mother? He said it so nonchalantly. Perhaps it just didn't matter that much. Many people had different circumstances. A lot of the people in this school were here because no other place would accept them. Like Renivere.

But she didn't regret to be cast aside so easily. If she wasn't cast aside, then she would have never meet all her friends. A little pain is necessary to endure in life and all that was left was to move on. So perhaps Cyril had already moved on. "Motherly? It not be motherly! I am just being responsible!" Renivere huffed. Cyril turned to Snyder and started chatting with him. Renivere smiled at her friend. "Good morning Snyder. No need to sharpen any more. We sharpen more than enough. Free time in the earliness causes productive working when not sitting and staring." Renivere said as she handed Snyder a pencil.

The teacher suddenly wrote a note and Renivere had to pause to read it. Oh. So they were going outside today? Well, okay. Renivere turned to the boy that suddenly came in. She didn't really know him, but she figured she should inform him. "The many pencils will be of great help for those unprepared! But the professor indicated that outdoors is where we will be going." Renivere told him. "And Cyril and I have made enough pointed pencils as well. We are more than prepared."

In my world of 0's and 1's...





Nah! Boring! Cyril had a better idea. He opened the window and then went over to Renivere. Being the friendly girl she was, she was obviously talking to the new student and giving him tips. Cyril handed the new student all the pencils he sharpened. "Here you go! Use them to your hearts content." Cyril said to him before turning his attention to Renivere.

"So I did something that I never did before, Renivere." Cyril said when he took her hand firmly. "So now it's your turn."

Cyril grinned and turned to the teacher. "Sorry teach. Training Grounds is a no go for me. I'm a lover, not a fighter." Cyril laughed as he dashed for the window with Renivere in tow. Well, out the window Renivere went and Cyril leapt out next and then he was dragging Renivere away. "You can't always take life seriously. It's nice to let yourself go all the time. So skipping class once in a while is completely valid! Besides, I'll take responsibility. Just say you kidnapped me when we get scolded by teachers." Cyril told Renivere as he ran through the school grounds with her.

[Exits somewhere off school grounds]

((Okay. I'm just doing this to get away from posting twice in one area. XD Oh and so Cyril can be evil of course. ^^))

...you are an insignificant number.

Percy entered the room in a rush, trying desperately to find a chair while not making eye contact with anyone. This proved to be rather difficult, and rather entertaining to watch, but he did manage to find a seat, just in time to hear the teacher mention something about pencils...
Percy grabbed his bag, a green knapsack that matched the color of his old school's uniform, and began to lift it up so that he could rummage through it for his favorite mechanical pencil, but part of the strap caught on the edge of the bag, and, in a sequence that would be quite unlikely to ever repeat itself, the bag managed to spin upside down, spilling books, pens, pencils, a copy of the second volume of "fruits basket" a pair of chopsticks, several gum wrappers, and a receipt for two bags of gummy bears across the floor.
"Oh... right. Of course that would happen." Percy groaned to himself. He quickly began to scrape up the mess, hoping to avoid drawing any more attention to himself. He tried to pay attention to the teacher at the same time as cleaning up his mess, but all he managed to hear was one of his classmates mention something about going outside. He looked up and, sure enough the class was beginning to file out of the room.
"Crap!" He hurried to shove the rest of his junk back into his bag. "Great way to start the day. Just great." He thought to himself.