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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:07 pm
**looks completely lost and slowly removes his helmet to look at the girl**
Pardon my asking, but what is pizza toppings?
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:10 pm
Cassie sighs.. what kind of teenager has never heard of pizza.
" Let me guess... You're Achilles right?"
Cassie just hoped she didn't have to become a babysitter.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:12 pm
**frowns and takes a defensive stance**
How do you know me? I have only just arrived in this time this very day.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:15 pm
" I was told you were coming by the principal. As I said my name's Cassandra... we have the same father."
Cassie was pretty calm about everything.. there was no point in getting worked up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:18 pm
**Achilles thinks for a moment and then breaks out into a smile**
Cassandra? You are the family my mother Thetis foretold of? She had spoken of a sister in this time. I -- I never had a sister in my own time.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:22 pm
"Yes well... I've never really been close to any of my brothers .. I'm kinda the baby in the family though.. So are you settling in okay?"
It was true Cassie spent a little time with Hercules and then Ares was always following her around. But she thought of them more as pests then anything.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:44 pm
Hard to say Cassandra. My roommate has taken over the decor of our room, and I dislike being so far from Mysia.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:57 am
Hartley thought he had been wandering aimlessly through the closed-off part of the campus, and so was mildly surprised to find himself standing in front of the music room. The sound of fiddling leaked out from the soundproof doors. Curious, Hartley tried the door handle, and it opened easily.
The fiddling stopped as he stepped into the large bandroom, a single white-haired older man playing down on the conductor's podium.
"Ah. Hello. Looking to check out the 'digs' before classes start?"
Hartley shrugged.
"Who're you?"
"I am Isaac Bowin, the school's music instructor. You may refer to me as Maestro Bowin. And, may I ask for your name, young man who is wandering where he shouldn't be?"
Hartley thought for a second.
"Thomas Peterson."
The fiddler smirked and set down his instrument.
"Do you play, Thomas?"
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean...I'm more interested in wind instruments."
Hartley floundered a bit, feeling like he was digging himself a hole. He gave a fake name because he didn't want to get in trouble, but of all the courses in high school, music was the only one he WAS actually interested in. And, incidentally, VERY good at.
Maestro Bowin glowered at Hartley for a bit with a smirk on his face, then sat down and pointed at one of the flutes standing on display next to other school-owned wind instruments.
"Very well. Then you won't mind showing me your skill. That is, if you actually can play, and did not just come in here perhaps looking to cause trouble..."
Maestro Bowin had long white hair and crazy eyebrows and Hartley didn't want to mess with him. He picked up the flute and had a seat.
"Chopin's Opus number 5. One, two, three, four..."
Hartley launched into the main phrase of the Nocturne as Bowin accompanied on his fiddle, now playing as sweetly as the finest violin. Hartley saw the old man's eyebrows raise as his hands moved skilfully on the flute, nailing every arpeggio and staccato note with perfection. At the end of the movement, the music instructor set his fiddle down, and a smile cracked on his face.
"Mister RATHAWAY, I have been informed ahead of time of your skill. And of your...disciplinary problems."
Crap, Hartley thought to himself. This year is going to be hell.
Instead, though, the Maestro leaned in to Hartley with a lowered voice and smiled a toothy smile as he spoke.
"I believe we can keep this little trespassing incident between ourselves. There are a good many teachers at this school who adhere so strictly to the rules...but what good are rules that don't get broken?"
Hartley mulled this over in his mind as Maestro Bowin sat back up and started fiddling again.
"I would like to introduce you to Mistress Darkholme sometime, 'Thomas.' I believe she would be quite interested in your talent as well."
"It's not that big a deal, really," Hartley begged off. "It's not going to take me anywhere in life."
Hartley winced as he heard his dad in his own words. The fiddler smiled again.
"I think you would be surprised..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 8:18 am
*Guy makes his way out to the weight training facility. He changes into some shorts and a t-shirt, then takes the ring off and puts int on the chain around his neck to keep it out of the way . . . and so he can't rely on it to do the work for him.*
*He warms up with some stretching, and then dives into the heavy lifting.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 9:49 am
**heads out to explore the campus and visit Mysia**
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 10:42 am
*Deciding to explore she dresses in a fitted pink shirt and light colored blue jeans. Looks around the girls dorm for anyone around. When she finds no one she heads out of the dorm.*
*Heads to the football field lightly humming cheerfully.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 10:54 am
*After sneaking into her dorm room in the dead of night and putting up the thick dark drapes, she hides huddle under her sheets. Sleeping.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 2:06 pm
Ariel held her duffel bag close to herself. This was going to be one of the only times she was ever going to live somewhere that actually had everything. No more living with her abusive father, not knowing whether or not she was going to eat the next day, no more living in that hell hole back in Salem...
The school still looked very intimidating with its marble surfaces and shining iron gates. She spotted all the other kids wearing some of the latest trends, and she felt bad because all she wore on her first day at a new school were an ironed pair of floral jeans, some worn down tennis shoes, and a plain white t-shirt with a plain black tank top underneath. Thin material, yeah, but it was enough to get her by until she could obtain a job someplace legit...or, if she had to, otherwise.
Walking through the halls, she was trying to search for her dorm number, which was an entirely different experience as well. She brushed past varying students--some who looked human...others, she couldn't quite put her finger on. Like the brochure said, this was a place that accepted all sorts of people...people like her. She knew she was going to have to play everything by ear and she figured that there were others who were more unpredictable than she.
Speaking of unpredictable, she thought she was seeing things when a young woman wrapped in nothing but a towel ran past her and down the hall. Eyes widening, she looked back and forth wondering where the girl went. She whipped around, calling out after the towel clad miss.
"Hey, WAIT!!," she shouted, tailing the barefoot blur.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 3:38 pm
After an awkward introduction to her roomie and a very short run in with her closet, Dani steps out of her room feeling thankful non one saw her running through the halls half naked.
She wonders the halls getting a better feel for her dorm building and the school.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 3:42 pm
Cassie sighed... not knowing if she was ever going to get this list done. So she wrote down pretty much every type of pizza and popular soda she knew and turned the list into the principal's office and then left. She sighed she needed a way to get the word out. Cassie wandered around and ended up finding herself sitting down in the empty stands of the foot ball field.
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