Patrick had almost completely lost himself within his sketchbook at this point - his ears constantly listening out for key points of information he could mentally note down for future references - at least before the mention of 'big-knockers' stopped his pencil dead on the page and his gaze lifted with a frown - Had his Aunt heard the male say that, she'd have given Prom a royal hiding...but as she was not present, the Curse-Giver would just roll his eyes, returning his gaze to the page.
With new students arriving, the male had seen little point in allowing himself to be distracted any further - at least until the teacher arrived and so it wasn't until he heard his own name that he realised he would come back to the world with a bump, his head shooting up and his gaze flitting around the class before falling upon Yukari's face, "Oh, Hey Yukari," he would smile weakly, a little embarrassed at allowing his attention to become so engrossed in his art that he had unintentionally ignored a friend,
He had opened his mouth to ask her how she was fairing and say that it was nice to share the class with a familiar face, but it would seem as though Yukari's attention had quickly shifted from the Curse-Giver to take in the other souls that had graced the class that morning. Nodding quietly, to himself, Patrick would return his attention to the page infront of him, continuing on with his art whilst wondering what might just have been taking the tutor so long to arrive...
Katze Allemon-Schatten
Hope the kind
tiny14xx2
Bansheeava
Mayumi Hiiragi
Yaneza-kun
The-DJ-Ghost
Just Rosa
[Profile] Location: Clothing: Wearing LeVane Uniform With: Yukari, Stitch, Prom and some other less-familiar faces Feeling: A little more attentive now OoC""
✧It was that time, the time for a certain boy with a seamlessly harmless Peculiarity to make his way into the Hero world, or rather learn the ins and outs and eventually join it with his peers. The young man and delinquent known as Keishin could barely contain his excitement knowing that his road to heroism started, and proudly he would walk it. He expected some would likely make fun of his Peculiarity, how it was better suited for entertainment or sports, that the basis of it would never allow him to be a hero, it was too “cute” to be taken seriously. But little did they know, Keishin had practiced and trained himself with his Peculiarity and its physical abilities. He was proud of the amount of damage and movement he could do with his Peculiarity, how he learned the best ways to do these very things. No doubt he may receive laughs or awes upon revealing his prided ability from his peers, but that just means he’ll be able to wow them all the more. Humming a tone that gave off the vibes of Victory and self boasting, Keishin had walked down the hall with a posture exuding with pride and confidence, each step showing and displaying his confidence in himself, and a expression that gave off a conviction perfect for a man with a goal he fully intends to see through. With a proud grip, he threw the door open, smirking and stepped into the classroom. “Yo!” He greeted the room, smirking as he continued his confidence filled gait, hands in his pockets, and a aura that gave off a cool pride he had for himself. What was important for Keishin was his self image, he could not have anything tarnish it, especially when he was making first impressions for his peers, then again if they had issue with how he conducted himself, they would have to deal with it.
» Class hadn't even started yet and Candace had already filled up most of her margins with random doodles. She paused in her doodling and glanced up when a male voice broke over the chatter of the other students. There was a redhead lounging in their teachers chair, the same one she'd voted for during the singing event, but he had a point either this was going to be a short class or a free period. She leaned back in her seat as he seemed to rifle through their teachers things. Her gaze would flicker from him to the door, almost expecting their teacher to catch him in the act.
» However his next actions made her pause wide-eyed in horrified silence, was he for real!? Who in their right mind would do that when there was a possibility of their teacher catching them in the act?! The...confidence man. She could appreciate it, but that was also so embarrassing. Shaking her head in disbelief, Candace went on to glance around the room and tried to gauge anyone else's reactions. He really was ridiculous and Candace wondered if this was normal behavior for him? He'd seemed so cool during his performance and she couldn't help but be....disappointed? in this behavior. Oh well. She'd spare the redhead, and the door one last glance before focusing on her doodling once more. Only to glance up startled a few moments later, when a boy threw open the classroom door greeting them with a smirk and a confident, "Yo." She'd nod in greeting if he looked in her direction then her gaze would dart over to the redhead occupying the teacher's desk once more, as if expecting him to do something else.
“It's not a silly question if you can't answer it.”
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The soft clicks of heels against marble flooring echoed down the hall before stopping at the door to the classroom. The tall woman knew she was slightly late, but it was all for good reason and all part of a plan- the lesson plan, that was! With manicured fingers, she opened up the classroom, curly lavender hair swishing behind her as she stepped into the lively classroom. Quickly, Saileen's eye scanned the room over the children. Were.. They all here? It almost seemed like, perhaps, some were missing, or just decided to play hooky. Giving them the benefit of the doubt, she opted for them sleeping in and will maybe not be too tough on them.. This time. With painted lips, the woman gave a soft smile to the class. "I hope you have all taken this time to speak to one another and make your acquaintance to one another if not already, for we will all be in this class together from today until the end of the semester. I, nor the school, will tolerate any ostracizing." Squinting her eyes a bit to get better looks at the children.. She looked them over one by one- who's children were they? What abilites did they have? How narcissistic were they.. In time, their true colors would show, and in that time it would come to snuff it out. Gentle breaths exited the violet-haired teacher as she slowly made her way over to her desk where a student seemed to sit, with a bit of a widening grin, she looked to the eyes of the red head while tilting her head.. "My, don't you look studious! Well, as you seem to be sitting above your peers.. Perhaps you can answer the pop question I have to start off the class today. What is the number one thing about heroes besides 'saving people'? I'll let you think on it."
Making her way behind the red-head, she grabbed one of the markers and began to write on the board, the chosen red marker slowly wrote out the name once, then twice. Once in English, the second time in Chinese. "I am Ms.Yuuna, Saileen Yuuna, and yes, hello, I am your new teacher for World History of Peculiarities. It is nice to meet all of you, and I look forward to getting to know more about you all, including your lovely abilities that I hope you will not use in my class unprompted." Her sweet voice almost seemed to drip with a hint of spite, laced with a bitter jut to some, almost as if she knew what may have happened in their past or even what may have happened here at the school.. The same click of her heels seemed to bounce around the room, almost like a metronome as Saileen looked over the class once more, looking back to Prometheus and awaiting his answer as she opened her lips to speak once more.
"I this class, you wont be just learning about history of what peticularities there were, but what how they came to be, major key points of these abilities, some famous people that even you may know of who had certain abilities, and so on and so fourth. I believe each and every one of you will, undoubtedly, learn something new that you never knew before. I'm not here to teach you, but to enlighten you. I'm here to help you grown in knowledge of history past to help with the history going forward." The tall female took a breath, a bit of a smirky smile coming to her face as she settled against her desk, her hip bumping the side of it and jostling the papers she laid down, a paper clip holding a picture of a small child was stuck to the front. "Now-- My young pupil, what is the answer to my question before hand? Answer correctly and perhaps you may be excused from the pop quiz that will be held. Saileen turned toward the rest of the class, "Don't worry, it's not a test on how smart you are- I just want to see where you all stand at the moment with what you do and do not know. After which, I will have everyone stand and introduce yourselves before you ask me any questions. Aside from that, it'll be a slow day.. Don't expect this often. It's my job to help mold you into heroes, and heroes don't get off days."
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The whole class was in it's usual carefree way, as all the students were having their conversations, some including Sky had been sitting quietly, keeping to himself. It was pretty much like a normal school life. He met some of the students, but it appeared that they weren't in his class today. It could be possible that the same people he met weren't even in his same dorm. That was, until one of the students came in with a simple "Yo!" It was Keishin, who was his room mate. He met the guy yesterday when he just joined the school, and was kinda in the same boat with Sky. Two trouble making kids (even though Sky was an unlucky troublemaker) that had decided to become heroes. He somewhat smiled to himself at the thought of maybe becoming better friends with some of the people in his class. The next thing that happened was the akuma of high heels clicking away at the floor from outside before the door woupd open to reveal a violet haired woman with... well... A large bust is one way to explain it. Either way, she virtually looked like a model. Something that Sky himself wasn't expecting even a teacher to look like. Then again, this was a school for heroes, so he wouldn't find it too far off that she's the good looking. Her demeanor had this look of someone who was a veteran fighter for years on end, and that she knows more about the professional hero job than what people make it out to be. "U-um... just a quick question." Sky somewhat meekly said, as he would raise his hand to her. "If it's part of the quiz, does every answer have to he the same as others or can they all be different?" Sky asked her. He knew that someone of her stature knew that people se heroism in many ways, as long as it's for the good of others, and self sacrifice. At least, that was what Sky thought of whenever his father who he would never name comes to mind.
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> A single notebook > A single pen > His skateboard > ...
Idle thoughts came and went as Shiden tried to wake himself up enough to be in a level where he can pay attention to class. He had finished his beverage and he had hoped that would be enough to get him going, but unfortunately he struggled to keep his eyes open. Goodness, he didn't want to seem like a total slacker, especially among all his fellow classmates. It wasn't until he heard a set of steps approaching him, and the ever familiar fragrance of a certain someone that he raised his head from the desk like an alerted guard dog, and was pleasantly surprised by his girlfriend finding a seat on his lap! Sleepy golden hues raised to peer at Yukari's own red and he gave her a sleepy grin.
"Yukki...!" Shiden said in greeting as his cheek felt her hand, and he closed his eyes as she leaned down to give him a soft brush of the lips. Ah yes, this was better than any beverage. "We get to have class together first thing in the week! I'm excited." He mentioned, playing around with a lock of her hair before he wrapped his arms around her tightly in a hug, noticing others looking at Yukari. He'd growl if he could, but he's not here to make enemies over something simple! He wasn't here to make enemies in general, but sometimes... he can't help but be a bit possessive.
The moment the teacher walked in, Shiden eased his grip around Yukari, knowing she'd most likely have to go to an actual chair. He first admired how easy on the eyes she looked, and not in anyway naughtily! Just her lavender hair wasn't so striking as, say, super bright orange, or a very bold avocado green as he'd seen from his old school. Hell, the color of her hair already reminded him of the lavender spray he used on his pillows to get him to fall asleep faster, and it was not doing him any service as his eyelids fell once more droopy. Too bad she actually looked at every single student, because Shiden had to play it off like he was squinting and needed glasses or something.
Can't have the teacher blasting him for being sleepy in class on the first day!
☺ PROFILE [Here] ☻ MOOD [Mildly Excited] ☺ LOCATION [History of Peculiarities Classroom] ☻ COMPANY [Yukari and Classmates] ☺ ATTIRE [LeVane Uniform]
Dajanté hated late starts and messy rooms, but at the moment, mostly late mornings. That isn't to say that Dajanté had woken up late. No, as a matter of fact, he woke up right on time for a light jog before breakfast, even. While normally he would've engaged in a full-blown workout, he was still a bit sore from the field day event (not to mention salty about his team losing. He was definitely hella salty, blaming himself for the loss and all). Dajanté also had every intention to work the mental berration away during his gym trip after class, anyway, so he'd save his energy for then, and he was totally not going to go tough on Yoshiro. Totally not, nope. He wasn't salty in the slightest about his gym buddy's team beating his out in the end (he was definitely salty, readers).
Rearing back to the topic at hand, this hate for late starts was mostly attributed to Sophie's knack for sleeping in as late as possible. Now normally this wouldn't bother Dajanté that much considering he kept to his own responsibilities and all. However, the roommate that this prestigious school assigned him was far from what he imagined such a school would accept, let alone any school assign to share a room with him in general. First of all, who the hell paired members of the opposite sex in the same room? Not any school he's ever heard of, that's for sure. Second, this chick seriously gave him the creeps. Not only did she appear to love the red interior decision (which Dajanté definitely didn't approve of—again, why the hell wasn't he in Alaric, where the house color was blue? Blue was his color, not this putrid red...yuck), but he swore she had some ulterior motive. It was all in the way she carried herself. Not to mention she has yet to say a word to him since their moving in date, which was always a bad sign. All in all, Dajanté didn't much like her, even if his judging was probably all in his head in the end. So because of his initial dislike for his roommate, Dajanté wanted to spend as little time as possible in his dorm room, so he changed rather quickly and headed to the common rooms to make a quick breakfast. It was a quick one, too, because he basically walked off with the protein bar he was finishing up with, scarfing it on the way to Sophie's room.
Unfortunately, his bestie was prone to any sort of noise that tried to interfere with her slumber because the big b*tch slept through all his attempts, could very well sleep through anything it seemed. "B*tch I know ya don't like goin' to class too, but ya gotta at least check it out. Can't skip when ya don't know what you're missin'. Seriously." Dajanté had sighed when all his efforts proved fruitless, and sauntered off to the classroom with a roll of his eyes.
Only to get lost finding the damn room. Why didn't he think to scope out building for his classes beforehand? Oh yeah—because he figured he wouldn't be showing up to them for very long anyway, being easily disinterested in the classroom setting and all. This s**t better be worth my time and not anythin' like that blasted middle school...
That he ran away from.
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Entering a classroom late was one of the major reasons why late starts were so irritating. This was proven when Dajanté approached the closed door—when he finally found it—and promptly flung it open, like there wasn't a reason why the classroom door was closed in the first place.
Class had already started, and he had just made a fool of himself with his sudden and somewhat dramatic entrance.
F*cking fantastic, Janté, you just had to put some oomf into opening that door. Now they're all staring at you, ya big fool, Dajanté internally groaned and meandered over to a seat in the back, as if that would hide his utter shame. He also waved to the teacher, muttering an apology for his disruption. Well I should at least give this class a chance for a couple weeks. Just to clear my name now at least...
While Dajanté didn't really recognize anyone, he knew a few people thanks to the field event he decided to participate in for some dang reason (only to epically fail, good lord he needed to work harder it seemed). He nodded to Rebecca, even if she probably didn't notice him at all let alone remember him (poor chick was probably still recovering from whatever happened in that bathroom).
And then there was his roommate, sitting on—wait, what? Now why was she sitting on that dude's lap?! Dajanté nearly did a double-take when he processed what she was doing. So not only was she creepy, but she was also a ho with no regard for public decency, it seemed. Not that Dajanté was so innocent himself, but this chick really wasn't helping her image here to him.
Anyway, he decided to ignore this new revelation and keep to himself in his self-claimed seat, waiting for the teacher to finish picking on the red-headed kid (wasn't his name Prom? He vaguely remembered an incident involving him during the Rebecca incident at the field day event). He twiddled the gross red tie he was forced to wear, anxious for the clock to turn as fast as possible. The sooner he could rip off his stuffy uniform, the better.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ▶Location History Classroom ◀ ▶Company Surrounding students ◀ Some Constants ▶Alias Hailstrom ◀ ▶House LeVane ◀ ▶Status Single Pringle ◀ ▶Preference Good question ◀ Status Updates ▶Mood Annoyed-->somewhat bashful ◀ ▶Injuries None :3 ◀ Communication is Key to Success ▶Out.Of.Concepts Heehee sorry for being so late...was waiting on my sis (sophie is not yet a character btw).◀
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Bansheeava
Hope the kind
Yaneza-kun
Mayumi Hiiragi
tiny14xx2
Note: The diary is currently unavailable until further notice. Sorry! uwu;
Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2019 7:05 pm
Hope the kind
Katze Allemon-Schatten
Mayumi Hiiragi
Yaneza-kun
The-DJ-Ghost
Just Rosa
catty_gothloli_21
Tala Maxwell
Bansheeava
This is Me | What is my house?: Cerretti | Am I taken?: I decline to talk about it Do I have a preference?: Any and All | I am feeling: Cornered | Who am I with?: Bunch of Students | Where am I?: inside the castle - World History of Peculiarities Classroom | What is my suit?: My Hero suit
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He opened his mouth the pop that little naive bubble of Stitch's, but he stopped as more people came in. This...was his first time being in a fully fledged class. It was very different than being "home schooled at the farm". Thinking of that stupid old excuse he had, Prom lifted his hand to grip the necklace around his neck tightly, his lips pressing together. That's right...the "farm" was bad. That was why he left. He kept telling himself that his reason for leaving was real, and not something he made up. Though most days, he still had doubts and regrets. What would have happened to him if he didn't walk away from the situation? What would have eventually come of him? His focus drifted from the two in front of him, and instead focused on his thoughts. His phone send an image for him to see with an x over it. A reminder of his choice. He knew he needed to live with it, but it still didn't stop the pain. Even now, seeing the image brought out so many emotions. An image of Prom smiling with someone next to him. A face better left forgotten. He pulled out his phone, his hands pulling on his head phones to drown everything out for a second, his mouth mumbling binary.
He was doing another search, his eyes dulling as strings of numbers crossed over his vision. He would check a million times if necessary. It was important to him to make sure he knew where everyone was around him so he was never caught by surprised by an unknown visitor. Of course, his check didn't last long when his phone started blinking with a bright caution sign on the screen, gaining his attention. He looked up to find the teacher coming into the classroom, his gaze watching her approach her desk, before he slid off the headphones and stood up. His phone may have been panicking, but his face read that he really didn't care that he was caught with his a** on her desk. He didn't respond when she spoke, and waited to let her speak to the class as he stood there next to her. He was still spacing in and out between being connected and not, his eyes switching back an forth between being present and far away with code.
She eventually turned back to him and he lifted a hand to pull off his glasses and hold the bridge of his nose. He could already feel a headache forming. As he gave a soft sigh, he slid the glasses back onto his face. "Everyone has a different opinion or aspect of a hero. For me, a hero has always been someone who has to remain empathetic to others, while also being just in their decisions. For their actions can come to define what kind of hero they are or will become. Their actions speak volumes. " He wasn't really sure what answer she was looking for, since that was kind of an open question, but he took that as a sigh to return to a seat. Since everyone in the whole ******** class lately seemed to be settled on the back, Prom picked the front, his fingers sliding the headphones back onto his head as he continued mumbling the binary.
"Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."
Stitch☥"Culus" Student☥Rotavele
As soon as the door opened just a little bit and he saw that the teacher was arriving, he made a dash for his desk. He couldn't be seen acting improperly, not when he was a teacher's kid. That would bring dishonor. What was it that Mu-shu had said? "Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your cow." And he didn't want a random cow to be dishonored. Her introduction definitely started out pretty optimistic, though she was very formal. Oh well, he would learn her style so that he could make sure he did the right thing. She ended up singling out Prom, which wasn't surprising seeing as he was sitting on her desk, but he wished there was something he could do to help out. But Prom was very smart and seemed to know what to do. He would figure something out! She explained further that they would have to take a pop quiz, but it wasn't a grade, it was a formative assessment, and those were used as diagnostic tools for teachers, so that they knew what students already knew. Cause it would be pointless to teach material that the students already knew. The skateboarder had a legitimate question: was there a right and wrong answer, or was this more subjective? Stitch was pretty sure it was a subjective matter, to see where her students were coming from, but he supposed there could be a single correct answer. Moreover, who was to say there were not more questions on it than that. It was hard to say, especially as she was new and he didn't have much info on her. As he had supposed, Prom performed wonderfully, but...he couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong. Stitch was only a couple rows back, one of the few who hadn't gone to the back, but that was still too far. He wished he could be down there to support him or help or at least just be a shoulder to lean on or whatever. Maybe they would have a chance to get up and move about at some point, then he would go down to join Prom, it was what a friend would do.
"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:ClassxxxxxxMood:WorriedxxxxxxOoc:The curse of short posts continues.
People were going about their conversations, chatting it up with people they already knew, or so he assumed, he wasn't paying enough attention to what anyone was saying to really understand the gist of it. His roommate seemed to be causing a little bit of a row, and he had an idea what it was about, and he couldn't help but smirk at that. Plus he learned a handy new word, so even more benefit. Not too much later, the owner of said impressive knockers arrived. Yep, Prom had been right about that. This might turn out to be an interesting class after all. Now though came the hard part of class: actually understanding what was going on. Her saying her name the second time was the only thing easy for him to understand. If he was interpreting correctly, then she had encouraged them to make friends, challenged Prom to answer a question about heroes, introduced herself, there was some intro to the class that he only got a little out of, then there was something about some sort of quiz? Really? Who gave a quiz on the first day? How could they be tested on something they had not yet been taught? It seemed quite unfair. And...that was about all he got. There was more that she had said, but it was buried too deep within flowery words that he was having a hard time extracting the information from it. Oh well, he didn't want to get on her bad side quite yet as she was the only person here qualified to tutor him in English. It would be hard to do his work with such an incomplete knowledge of the language, but he would do his best. Welp, if there was a quiz coming, he might as well get his materials out. Convenient little accommodation the school had given him: he was allowed to use a dictionary on written assignments. He wasn't sure how that would work if the assignment was some sort of vocabulary exam, but he and whichever teacher could work something out. Prom seemed to give a satisfactory answer, then immediately returned to his seat amongst the students. Something seemed to be troubling him, but Nergüi was having a hard enough time keeping up with what was going on, he couldn't theorize on what was bugging his roommate.
'Needless to say... I'll be a hero that surpasses even you!' ⇀
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More students began to step into the classroom, the pink haired female only gracing them with a quick glance before she quickly lost interest. None of these people interested her, they were of no importance to her and so there was no need for the young woman to bother and interact with any of them. Her only attention was fully grabbed when the seat next to her was taken, and a familiar, small voice was heard by a fellow Cerretti student.
Glancing over to the smaller girl, Nunnally's mouth lifted up just a little to give a small smile. Ahh, how courageous of Marion to wear something that wasn't a school uniform. But then, Nunnally just couldn't see the smaller girl in anything that wasn't one of her signature lollita dresses. "Morning, Mari." She greeted, slowly sitting up in her seat.
Watching as more students made their entrance into the class, watching the next few characters that decided to enter. Some unfamiliar face carrying a skateboard, there was Yukari, who quickly went over to plop herself down onto the lap of one of the male's in the class. The pink haired woman rolled her eyes at this action. The next person to walk in after the dark haired student already got under the nullification user's skin, throwing the door open and greeting everyone with a 'Yo!'.
She was not looking forward to spending her time with most of the people in this room.
Tired of seeing any more stupid entrances, Nunnally shifted her attention back to the quiet girl at her side. About to question Marion on her thoughts of the shitshow that was the event that took place recently, the sound of heels clicking against the floor as the teacher finally made her entrance drew her gaze away from her friend and back to the doorway. Unfamiliar. Uninterested. Feeling bored already, Nunnally brought her elbow down onto the desk, chin resting in the palm of her hand as she watched the woman ask Prom a question, followed by introducing herself.
'Seriously, a pop quiz?'
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Location: World History of Peculiarities Classroom | Companion(s):Marion, Classmates & Ms.Yuuna | Holding: Phone | Status: Taken~ | Voice
Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2019 8:10 pm
Ophelia had gotten off to a really bad start of the day, sleeping late and having no food left in her fridge. Damn sister..she eats as much as a panda does. Or, whatever animal eats tons of foods a day! She wasn't animal smart, just more street smart if it was put that way. She really needed her beauty sleep though, it was only class. Not like she'd be missing much anyways. In any case, she was already running quite late so may as well take her time getting there. Stepping out of her dorm, she slowly walked to her class. History..it was probably going to be really boring. Yawning as she walked, Ophelia brushed her hair a bit while heading there. If she was going to class, she sure as hell better be at least presentable. She had her doll with her in her backpack, of course she never went anywhere without it present. Eventually, Ophelia made it to the class, walking in without looking at the teacher or any of the students. She sat herself somewhere along the back row, continuing to brush her hair as she looked around. The teacher seemed to be droning on, something about a quiz? Ew no. Literally why, was it not the first day? Damn, she should of just slept in and skipped this class for today. It didn't sound like a very important quiz though..so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. ((OOC: Sorry for bad intro! >3< )
𝐌𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞 ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Hana had been dreaming peacefully when her alarm had gone off. In an awkward state, she slapped her alarm as it read the time to her and shrugged it off. I can just sleep for 5 more minutes before I gotta go. The student mumbled to herself before she fell back asleep and continued to linger in a dream-like state. It wasn't long before not two seconds later her alarm went off again. This time it read: "You are now 15 minutes late for class." Mokihana's eyes shot open as the girl would throw off all of the her clothing and get dressed as fast as possible. Her hands knocked on whatever was near as the room would help light up to help her navigate around. Hana would comb her hair and then proceed to get her hair done and sprint out of the door. She ran through the halls of the schools before reaching the World History class and then doing her best to sneak inside.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 12:32 pm
Patrick Lockheart ~ LeVane ~
Wow...it seemed every time he lifted his gaze, more students appeared... The class certainly seemed to be getting busier now, but at least the tutor had arrived... even if she had a quiz for them...?
'What is the number one thing about heroes besides 'saving people'? I'll let you think on it.' Patrick took a moment to consider that question for himself, resisting the urge to absent-mindedly chew the end of the pencil in his hand as he thought... "Perhaps it's being able to keep their true identities a secret?" he'd read books about super heroes and how they often used an alias to hide who they really were, but there was no guarantee this answer was correct and so he decided to keep it to himself, wondering what the others might just say in regards to her question...
He watched as she wrote her name up on the board, listening to the tone of her voice as she spoke whilst resting confident that unless requested to, he'd certainly have no problem in keeping his ability under wraps... Whether or not he'd be confident to demonstrate when asked however? That would perhaps be up for consideration later.
She would turn her attention back towards Prom, who would have returned to his seat by the time Patrick had finished considering the teacher's question, the male's answer was definitely much better than the Curse-Giver had considered and so his gaze would slip back down towards his sketchpad which he would promptly slip back into his backpack to save being further distracted...
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[Profile] Location: Clothing: Wearing LeVane Uniform With: Yukari, Stitch, Prom and some other less-familiar faces Feeling: A little more attentive now OoC""
Yukari Akiyama Profile | Peculiarity: Live Ink | Appearance: School Uniform | Mood: Amused Location: World History of Peculiarities Classroom | Companion(s): Shiden & Classmates | Holding: Phone Status: Taken | Voice | Theme "I'd love to see what your insides look like."
﹛ She was surprised to see some unfamiliar faces, surprised that even now there were still new students being shuffled into LeVane. Not that she was complaining though, it just gave her more people to get to know and to figure out their powers. A slightly familiar face stepped in soon, recognizing the face of her new room mate. He appeared to look stunned when his eyes landed on her, and she had to wonder what was going on in his mind.
Her attention returning to Shiden, she giggled at the excitement in his voice at the fact that they had at least one class together. "Don't forget we can enjoy lunch together." She reminded him, reaching up to tangle her fingers into his hair. Leaning further into her boyfriend, her eyes fluttered shut as she relaxed into the warmth that his body provided.
Almost on the verge of dozing off, her eyes slowly opened back up when she heard an unfamiliar woman's voice address the room. Looking towards the front of the room, a woman with long hair had entered the classroom. 'So, this is the new teacher..' she thought to herself, her eyes taking in the figure of the woman that stood at the front of the room. Yukari felt Shiden's arms loosen around her, but she didn't bother just yet on getting up.
What is the number one thing about heroes besides 'saving people'? I'll let you think on it.
Holding back from frowning at the question being asked, Yukari honestly couldn't think of anything good to say about heroes. But, then, she'd spent years having to listen to bragging heroes and watch her parents parade around as if life at home was perfect. "Working together." She stated. Her parents were both heroes that worked well together, probably from the years of being together. It was almost like they knew each others movements before they were even happening.﹜
Ophelia had gotten off to a really bad start of the day, sleeping late and having no food left in her fridge. Damn sister..she eats as much as a panda does. Or, whatever animal eats tons of foods a day! She wasn't animal smart, just more street smart if it was put that way. She really needed her beauty sleep though, it was only class. Not like she'd be missing much anyways. In any case, she was already running quite late so may as well take her time getting there. Stepping out of her dorm, she slowly walked to her class. History..it was probably going to be really boring. Yawning as she walked, Ophelia brushed her hair a bit while heading there. If she was going to class, she sure as hell better be at least presentable. She had her doll with her in her backpack, of course she never went anywhere without it present. Eventually, Ophelia made it to the class, walking in without looking at the teacher or any of the students. She sat herself somewhere along the back row, continuing to brush her hair as she looked around. The teacher seemed to be droning on, something about a quiz? Ew no. Literally why, was it not the first day? Damn, she should of just slept in and skipped this class for today. It didn't sound like a very important quiz though..so maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
