Exam? u . u Oh no this was going to be awful. How in the world was she ever going to pass this? Then when she didn’t the rest of her life was going to be mess up. She sobbed quietly to herself as she opened the envelope. Only two pages? She could do this. She was doomed.
Sniff Sniff.
Eira frowns. Why is that guy sniffing so loudly? Was he smelling her? What did he want?! D: He wasn’t going to get any answers from sniffling. The poor little ghost looked to her paper, panicking at the name portion on the test. The of eraser marks where all over the page. Thank Jack it wasn’t in pen. All the question where pretty simple, she knew the answers but she kept psyching herself out.
To Become a Trick or Treater you need to have::
Love and Friendship? Understanding of the human world? Love of Humans…. No. This was bad. She was going to fail. Everyone was going to pass except for her. Why couldn’t she get these?
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Rolling a 4: Whomever is seated directly behind you keeps on making weird sniffly noises that are really distracting. You can barely concentrate
Matteo was in the middle of setting up a prank when he heard the announcement. It was a classic -- a bucket of ice water would fall on some unfortunate student's (or teacher's, or gnome's) head as soon as they entered the classroom. He had just about finished setting up an intricate system of strings and pulleys to get the bucket in place when a voice blared over the ickycom.
Seconds after the words "RUINED FOR LIFE", Matteo was speeding off to the auditorium, ice water spilling onto the floor, forgotten.
Breathing hard by the time he was shoved into his seat, Matteo froze when he saw the envelope waiting there for him. He glanced down at Peppino. The puppet grinned.
"Better be real careful, Teo." He said. "Or yer life's gonna be RUINED FOREVER."
Matteo grimaced and stuffed Peppino underneath his desk in response. He could do this. He could. He... He really wished he had known about this beforehand. Then he could have had time to study and mentally prepare, and maybe he wouldn't feel like he was going to throw up all over the paper. He scrunched his eyes shut. He had to focus. Failure was not an option.
Finally, hands twitching, he reached for a pencil. He clamped his fingers around it hard -- much too hard, enough to offend it, and little rows of wooden teeth sank into his fingers. Matteo yelped, and he could have sworn the pencil growled at him before lunging at his other hand at taking a mighty CHOMP out of it. It stung like miniature versions of Zephyros' bites. Silently cursing, Matteo battled with the pencil, just managing to fling it away before it decided to take some more flesh with it.
Right. Now all of his fingers were sore. And the exam was sitting right in front of him, empty and not-full-of-things-that-meant-not-failure. He really didn't trust that other pencil not to finish the job.
He was a puppeteer -- he needed his fingers. But he also needed to write something... without bringing that thing near his hands. Somehow using his strings felt like it would be cheating. He was pretty sure 'no magic during an exam' was a rule somewhere.
"AM I LATE?" Liselotte shouted when she burst into the auditorium. The only answer she received was a kick in the side as she was quickly ushered into her seat. Rubbing both her sore waist and bottom, she looked around at all the students and professors gathered about, then bent down to whisper to Nanabey, "So I'm not late! Right?"
Nanabey tilted her head. It would appear not. Are you ready to take the exam, Liselotte?
Despite forgetting that school meant exams (and homework, for that matter) and spending no time studying whatsoever, Liselotte was all smiles. "You bet!"
Nanabey nodded. Liselotte liked to think she was smiling back -- even though Nanabey was always smiling, really. Her expression never changed. This exam is for you. I can't help you here, but don't worry! I'll wait for you outside. Good luck!
"Thanks! See you later!" After flashing Nanabey a quick thumbs-up, Liselotte watched her familiar dodge incoming students to escape the auditorium. It felt odd being separated from her. They had scarcely been apart since they made their contract to work together. But it wouldn't be right to ask Nanabey for the answers, Liselotte told herself. Besides, I can handle this on my own!
Her mind made, Liselotte grabbed one of the pencils... only for it to slip right through her fingers and halfway through her desk, before deciding it quite liked the oak finish and staying there to admire it.
"H... h-hey!" Liselotte squawked indignantly. Remembering herself, she hissed under her breath, "Hey! Get out of there!" She tugged. The pencil refused to budge.
Minutes passed. Liselotte tried jumping on her desk and pushing the pencil out with her feet, tried pulling it out with her teeth after seeing some blue-haired kid nearby writing with his mouth, and still the pencil refused to move. She glared fiercely at it. She was about to fling her desk and see if it would come out when it went flying -- but then, Nanabey's voice echoed in her mind.
Sinclair waltzed into the auditorium, carrying himself with the same poise he held in all things. His feather train fanned out proudly behind him. Sinclair was not nervous, not in the least; this was a wonderful way to start his auspicious beginnings in Amityville Academy. He was absolutely certain he would make a good impression on the teachers. Once they saw his results, surely they would proclaim that he was destined for greatness!
His chest still puffed out, Sinclair gracefully took his seat (well, as gracefully as one could with so many students and gnomes about). He ignored the warnings about failure because clearly they didn't apply to students such as himself. No, Sinclair wouldn't dare allow the possibility of failing to cross his mind, and it was with great purpose that he picked up his pencil...
Only to watch it lodge itself in his desk, followed shortly by the other one.
"Oh, no..." He moaned. "No, you mustn't do that!" He tried to tug both pencils up by the eraser end. They stayed firmly in place. "Come along now," Sinclair cajoled. "Be a dear and get back on the desk where I can use you, hmm?"
Still, they remained stalwart. Sinclair continued his stream of compliments, honeying his voice as much as he could. If the pencils had enough cognizance to decide to fall through his desk, surely they could appreciate some flattery?
He waggled his brows. "You look delightful today. You are the finest haunted pencils I've ever had the pleasure of encountering. And may I emphasize pleasure, because your firm, smoothly polished surfaces are ever so enchanting. Why, they would look even better on my desk... or right here in my hands..."
He might have exhausted two chapters of poetry from The Language of Scarentines before a pencil finally slipped through the desk and clattered to the floor in a shuddering heap. Sinclair smiled. What a fine testament to his charm; even pencils quivered in his presence!
Settled neatly in her chair, legs reverting to their laxed root state rather than coiled tightly into the form of legs, Ev curiously inspected the envelope on her desk. Opening it, her masked eyes looked along the selection thoroughly, her moths resting around the edges of the paper and desk, some hanging off the chair and crawling under the desk. But as she goes along down the pages, Ev paused to stare at one page in particular. It looked as though it were.. backwards? rather puzzled and sort of in disbelief, the ghoul felt slightly stumped on the matter. Her backwards reading skills weren't the best... but she decided to start on the one page she could read without issue... and took her time working on that instead; focus set on the ghouls soft features.
A test?! To determine the rest of her life? But...but she was still in her first year! She didn't know anything! Oh s**t oh s**t oh s**t oh s**t. The cat girl was cramped and tense and just wanted to puff up and hiss at the teacher who gave her the test packet. She refrained, but only barely. Okay...okay, breathe. We can do this. Let's see. Name...good. Date...uh...Frightday, yeah. Now the questions.
Sniffle
The sound came from behind her and broke her concentration for a second. Trying to ignore it, she looked back at her questions. A healthy fear uh...she knew that. A Boogeyman. Um...a boogeyman needs....
snuffle, snurgle
Nebi jumped at the sound, panicked and circled the first answer she looked at. 'Jack, I hope that's right. Next question.' The next two seemed pretty straight forward and she was able to answer quickly even with the irritating noises behind her. She liked multiple choice questions. Or at least didn't hate them as much as...Jack dammit, more writing.
Key Elements of a Human? What is that even? Fear and...fear? And stupidity. Yes. Humans were stupid. Weren't they? She hadn't done a class on them yet. More sniffling and snorting behind her and Kemnebi growled low and mean, hoping to make the idiot behind her stop making noises.
Yes! Back to multiple choice. What year was she in? For one moment she blanked entirely. What year was she in again? She circled the first answer. Cause she was pretty sure it was the right one. Maybe. What did she want to be when she graduated? How was she supposed to know? She just enrolled. *shrugging she wrote all of the above and, since it was such a great answer, used it for the last one too. There. Done.
First, Nanao looked at the entirety of the first page. It was normal enough. Then, she read all of the questions on it. They didn't seem like they were all that extraordinary either. Maybe the Career Aptitude Test wouldn't be so bad. She filled in her name and the date before moving on to the test questions proper.
Fear came from humans.
A healthy Fear consists of... She actually had no idea about this one. She would have to guess. Size and shape, maybe? It sounded alright in her head, so she jotted it down.
To become a Boogeyman, you need to have all of the above.
To become a Trick-or-Treater, you need to have an understanding of the human world.
To become a Professor, you need to have all of the above.
With the first page finished, she moved on to the last page. This one was definitely out of the ordinary. It was backwards. She wondered if this was a normal part of the test or not. She turned the page upside down on the desk, stuck this side of her head flat on the desk, and stuck her tail next to her on the desk. It was a terribly unnatural pose, but she planned to try her darnedest to do well on this test by any means necessary. "If we pass this, I'll let you choose what we have for dinner. How's that sound?" She was talking to herself. She was definitely talking to herself. It had gotten that bad. Her tail just stared and flicked its tongue in a normal, snaky way. To her, this somehow meant, "Even meat?" "Yes, even meat." "Yesss." The poor ghoul had gone cray-cray.
Mhal ale key elewenls ol hnwan? Oh, Jack, was that hard to decipher! She hoped she didn't have to write backwards too when she wrote down Fear and flesh.
Il yon mere in no sqac class B hom monld yon hanqle this sitnation? She thought this was about a class on motherhood. She hadn't taken such a class, yet, so she had to guess again. Do your best.
Mhich classes are iwborlanl in laking lo graqnale? This one had to be about important classes. Aren't all the classes important? Are some more important than others? Wow, this was tough. ...First Aid is important, right?
Mhat mould yon consiquer yonr leael of fear waslery? She wasn't entirely sure what waslery meant, but she knew the question pertained to her Fear. Beginner?
After she finished the write in questions, she sat down normally and took a much needed break. Her head hurt from thinking so much.
She moved on to the circle the correct answer questions feeling refreshed. I aw cnrrenlly in. This one was easy. First year.
Wy goal is lo qecowe. This one wasn't hard either. All of the above.
Awilyaille broaiqes we qesl milh. She knew this one was about the school...and that was all. All of the above. That was her go to answer. When in doubt, she went with all of the above.
Az-san rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 10:29 am
As Azmodel heard the announcement a wave of anxiety went through her.
An EXAM ? Now?? She hadn't even been in the Academy for long and she had a life deciding exam now?!
Oh, Bloody Mary.... Did everything happen so randomly in here?
The ghoul followed the other student t the auditorium while nervously wriggling one of the feathers of her clothes.
Leo was nervous. She'd never really thought that much about the future, to be honest - whenever she'd imagined what her future would look like after graduating school, it had always been a vague 'get a job, live independently'. The job hadn't actually been specified, it was just... there.
Seriously, she had no clue. But she was already a second year student, and shouldn't one know this kind of thing by now? Doubt invaded Leo. It really didn't help that whoever was sitting behind her kept making odd sniffly noises.
It was kind of hard to concentrate on her answers with the person behind her still making noises but the test itself turned out to not be so hard at all. Yeah, she could definitely do this - eagerly, she scribbled on;
Hopefully they wouldn't mind that her circles weren't all that circle-y; every time she'd heard a sniffle, her hand had kind of just, well, twitched. It didn't make for good circles. And alright, so her goal wasn't really to become a Trick or Treater, but circling 'none of the above' kind of made it seem like she had no goals. Which she did... just not for her future job. Anyway, the field trip they'd taken to Valentines with Desu-chan had been fun, and if that was the kind of thing Trick or Treaters did on a regular basis, she wouldn't mind being one.
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Rolling a 4: Whomever is seated directly behind you keeps on making weird sniffly noises that are really distracting. You can barely concentrate
Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 11:23 am
Once seated the Valkyrie opened her exam and had to try to grab her Haunted Pen. Of course the damned thing escaped her and started doodling just everywhere it could reach. After a few minutes of an epic fight the ghoul managed to grab the blasted pen and start on her exam... Too bad her victory came with the price of having most of her arms scribed on.
But the second did require some pondering. Handling fear situation in class B? What the Hell is that? What important classes for graduating? She hadn't even attended any so far !!!
Somehow Azmodel really felt like a drifter... Cute, sure, but aimless and stupid. Exam page 2
"Fourty-five more minutes!" Arel barked through the scampflier, truly inspiring terror in his four foot frame. "You have fourty-five minutes remaining for the exam!"
He frowned a bit as some of the more antsy students put up their hands. "No, you may not leave the testing room. Not until you fill out all three pages!" Several more students put up their hand and the school secretary sighed. "The third page stapled to the back of your envelope, tear it off and fill it out. That's the psychological portion to see where you will be permanently placed during the School Job Fair. If you fail that, then you will be placed to work in McScary King forever." Wow, he almost liked saying that as much as the word detention.
A pause. "Fourty-five more minutes!"
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THE CURRENT TIME IS 45 MINUTES BEFORE EXAM FINISH:
gaia_crownALL STUDENTS ARE INVITED REGARDLESS OF YEAR AS LONG AS THEY ARE ENROLLED. Even if you did not participate in this RP it is assumed you were *THERE*. If you have not posted anything, read POST 1 FIRST AND FILL THAT PART OUT gaia_crown - As this is an EXAM NO NATURAL FORMS ALLOWED PERIOD. - You may do an exam for as many students as you want - You CANNOT TALK TO OTHER STUDENTS. You can't even telepathically signal to other students because Professor QB is telepathic and he is watching you. This is a singular exam. However, you can peek at students, just kind of see from the corner of your eye what they are up to. Just quote them. You can't peek at their exam or you will immediately get kicked out. exclaim Please post in OOC in SPOILER TAGS your character's answers to your exam so far. This can be in written form with each question written and your answers to them (for the character) or in .jpg form using the images given (for the pages) exclaim - As this is the 45 minute mark, there is a new set of rolls below too. Look below for more information! If you JUST ARRIVED/ just posted, just write a reaction to the first post and then a reaction to this one!
gaia_crownTHE PSYCHOLOGICAL EXAM: You turn your folder around, and there's nothing. Then, very subtly, you see a flap. Opening the flap reveals another page, which has incidentally been stapled on to the back of it:
gaia_crownADDITIONAL ELEMENTS: - Completing questions and answers require TIME. Whenever your student pauses to think, it is time to check the TIME. - The TIME WILL BE MARKED BY A NEW GM POST, where I will announce with the NPC that you have X minutes left and a new prompt.
gaia_crownQuestions to the NPC: - If your student has a question that involves a life or death situation of failing their aptitude test, they may raise their hand. Quote Zoobey and put in BOLD RED your student's question or comment. Sometimes, don't be too disappointed if the npc ignores you, just keep on trudging...
gaia_crownCURRENT TIME PROMPT AT 45 MINUTES LEFT FOR THE EXAM: - As you pull out the third piece of paper, roll a 6-sided dice and match your dice roll to the results below. You only need to do this ONCE PER PROMPT. Incorporate this element in your RP as you start.
Rolling a 1: Your Haunted Pencil finally coughs, splutters, and starts writing "HELP ME" in tiny print wherever it can find space, on your arm, hands, paper, everywhere. It IS a Haunted Pen after all. If you want to wrangle it you can, but it takes some time to subdue it. Rolling a 2: You look up just as the *PLAYER WHO POSTED ABOVE YOU* turns their paper, as they flash their answers at you! Holy crap, you saw the entire page! Of whatever it is (simply read the OOC POST of the player and choose one page your character saw in their OOC post). It is up to you if they want to regard it or disregard it or anything. Rolling a 3: RIPPPPP. The Haunted Pen, pretty much crazy, rips a large hole right in the middle of one of your papers. Good job Rolling a 4: As you pull the paper over, you notice it's a little sticky, as if written with ink. And it looks like this instead of the actual sheet of paper. Rolling a 5: Your desk for some reason starts to hiccup. Well, Haunted Desks, these days, not all of them can be reliable. The hiccups cause spikes in your writing :C Rolling a 6: Another note slips out from your envelope. It just reads "THE ANSWER IS MINIPET POOP. A GHOUL ONCE DID NOT WRITE THIS IN HER EXAM AND SHE DISAPPEARED MYSTERIOUSLY THE NEXT DAY AND WAS NEVER SEEN AGAIN. PASS THIS ON IN YOUR EXAM IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DISAPPEAR."
Nanao's desk began hiccuping. It wreaked havoc on her handwriting, but she pressed on.
The first three questions were easy in her opinion, but the fourth was tough. She wrote down what she thought was the right answer. She was pretty sure that was what you're supposed to do. Like, if she was in a closet or under a bed, then she was good to go. But if she was just out in the open, then she should go and hide, right?
Finally, she came to the last question. Oh, no, not this! How was she supposed to choose? She wanted to be like all the famous figures. All of them. Each and every single one. At the same time. She actually reread the question to make sure that wasn't a valid answer. It wasn't. It definitely specified a singular famous figure.
She set her pencil down and held the sides of her head, as she thought. "Hmmm..." Every now and then, her hiccuping desk would whack her, which didn't help things. Not one bit.
Then, she looked around the room, like that would help. She felt that her answer was influenced by her immediate surroundings. But she also thought that any answer was better than no answer at all. If she had to choose between wasting time picking someone and choosing this one, then she'd go with the latter every time.
She thought it looked like two slime monsters dancing together.
She didn't take any extracurricular activities.
She numbered the symbols from 1-7 in this order: Heart, star, horseshoe, raindrop, circle, square, and cross.
She wrote down that she'd check the environment first.
