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 Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:32 pm
Al looked back towards the table only to see everyone had disappeared. "Eh? Why is everyone going..?" He turned back to Fate. "If you really feel like running, you can always lap the gym. It's what I do." Smiling again, he started to head back. "See ya later, Fate."
He returned to the table and picked up his pack, since everyone had left. The fingers on his left hand were starting to twitch. "Good thing I brought my guitar." He headed up to the music room to find his guitar.
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Adriene nodded in thanks and hustled out. "Er... Which way? I don't usually go to the English department..." She waited to follow him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:46 pm
"This way; I'll show you." Shirou said, unnoticely taking her hand as they semi-jogged to the English department. He couldn't blame her for not knowing where it was; he rarely ever went to the math department, actually. Thankfully, the halls stayed empty as they hurried.
The sky stayed dark and looming, the rain still falling but steadly getting harder. Wonder if the school can handle this much rain; I hope we don't get stuck in a flood.Kiyoko thought to herself. As she was examining the sky outside, she heard hurried footsteps nearby, heading this way. She was in a crossroads-like hall, which all led to different directions. Turning, she noticed two teachers in the distance (for she was on one side of the hall, and they were all the way on the other). One appeared to be Mr. Kiyoshi, and what looked to be another teacher.
The she noticed that they were holding hands....
As they disappeared, she couldn't help but smile, as she then walked away, continuing the exploration of the school, Ipod playing happily and full on battery. Thankfully, she had charged it completely before leaving the house.
As they got to the door, he noticed finally his unnoticed move. "Oh! S-sorry about that...." he tried not to turn red as he fumbled with the keys. He unlocked the room, and let her enter first. The crystals shined brightly, even when he turned the light on. "Heh, I figure taht when the students get bored of listening to me, they have nice scenery to look at." he joked feebly, as he unlocked his office. In the corner, there was a small closet. He opened it, which had various extra clothes. "You can look in here and see what you think will work. I'll lock the door so you can change. Well, unless you want to take the clothes to the women's bathroom and change. It's up to you." he said.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:27 pm
Adrienne's face became bright red as he grabbed her hand. She tried not to squeeze his hand in case he should notice... ' He has big hands... They're warm..' When they reached their destination and he released her hand, she looked down in order to hide her blush. Upon entering she found herself captivated by the crystals. "Oh, they're so pretty!" She moved close to one and looked at it. "So delicate..." He opened the closet and she went to it. "Man, you're too big." She looked about, feeling silly that she was going through his clothes, and pulled up a pair of black gym shorts and a matching gray shirt. Holding them against herself she faced him. "I don't want to ruin your nice clothes so I'll just borrow these for a while. "As for changing... It's a little dangerous to go outside, isn't it? Um," She couldn't believe she was going to say this, but, "You can just turn around. ... I guess." ~...~...~...~ Ah! The music room. Alastair entered the quiet room and turned on the lights. He headed straight for the storage room and spotted his brown case. Gently, he took it out and returned to the music room. He stretched his fingers before tuning. "Morning Gianni." ... He named his guitar. Cute. He started to play random songs before starting to play one of his favorites, Cueva del Gato. He started out technical and then began to get more lively. As it was a duet, just him playing sounded weird, but he was imagining the other part in his head. His eyes were closed as he reached the more difficult parts; it almost looked as if he was in pain. But he was smiling. It was truly a joy to be doing something he loved. The fluttering strumming floated in the room and entered the hallway.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:46 pm
Ray smiled at her. He kissed her hand gently. "You really look amazing..." he said. "Do you mind if I smoke? If it's going to bother you I won't. But I haven't had one yet today and I've been stressed out. Funny, huh? We have no school today in the sense of class and I'm stressed..." he said laughing a little. He closed the door to the stairwell. It was so old so they never installed smoke detectors. He leaned against the wall again, holding her hand still, pulling her closer to him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 11:02 pm
((Sorry; the long paragraphs are very long. xd ))
Kiyoko finally gave her Ipod a break, and looked at the clock. 9:30; not too bad. But she still had forever to go, and that's assuming it's only a one-day thing. She had already finished her homework last night, so she was basically free as a bird right now. Only lost in what to do....
As she went through the hall, she noticed all the cheerleaders gathered in a corner, whispering gossip and whatnot. Unfortunately, Lucy was there as well. Paniking on the inside and feeling herself tense, Kiyoko tried to quicken her pace to avoid contact, but it was too late; she had been spotted. They all stared at her, some amused and attempting to hide giggles, some angry and staring hard enough to produce fire out of there eyes if they wanted. Lucy walked up to Kiyoko, and looked down at her as if looking at something worth vomiting over.
"Ah, look who it is! It's the tattletale from yesterday." The girl sneered, circling her and making sure to stand tall, as to look down on her. Her blond hair flowed in the wind as her green eyes piecred into Kiyoko's blue ones. "Not rushing anywhere today, cockroach? God forbid you run late for class." she then did a cruel impression of Kiyoko's running, then falling. This resulted in laughter from the girls, but from no one else. Actually, the few others there stared coldy at them, and looked to pity on Kiyoko.
Kiyoko remained calm and collected for now, though her insides were burning with rage. "For your information, I said nothing to him. Your timing was just not the way it should have worked out for you for he saw you when it happened." she answered politely, trying to keep a straight face; she didn't want to make enemies of her, but would if there was no choice in the matter.
"Well, perhaps you shouldn't run into people. Especially someone like me." she retorted, flipping her blond hair as she did so.
"It was an accident! Perhaps you should realize that! What the heck do you want me to do, kiss your shoes?! I'm sorry, but that's something I won't do." she
she responded suddenly, but bravely. Wait, was that her?! Oh crap! She heard those words as if someone else had come in to defend her. But, then she realized that her mind was ready to defend back, not wanting it to be like those boys all over again. But, was this overdefense?
There was silence. The girls looked surprised, but Lucy merely grinned, although there was a moment of shock that wasn't missed. "Aw, did I anger the pipsqueak? My apologizes-" as she turned away....
*WHAM*
Kiyoko fell onto the floor, blood beginning to drip from her nose. Lucy had just kicked her with her shoe, in the face. There wasn't much on her shoe, though she said otherwise "-for having to ruin my new shoes on someone like you. And oh look, no teacher for you to run to. Too bad!" she finished brightly but coldy, and they all left in laughter.
Kiyoko sat up, and felt her nose. It wasn't broken, thank goodness, but there was a tad bit of blood on her fingers. She'd had worse than this once, but she perfer not to happen again. Angry and wishing she had punched back, Kiyoko threw a lost book across the hall, trying to hold back tears. She then got up and hurried to the bathroom, avoiding all eye contact with her bag in her arms, not realizing that a couple in the corner had started getting up to help her. She turned the corner and ran into the bathroom. She sat her bag on the sink, and tried to clean up the mess on her face.
"U-uh, sure. I'll just go ahead and close the door....give you some room" he said, walking out of his little side office and shutting the door behind him.
He plopped into one of the chairs in the back, staring up at the ceiling, letting out an inward sigh. He was supposed to be Mr. K: Mr. Kuiet ((aka quiet)) Mr. Kool, Mr. Kollected, as the students loved to call him (they didn't care if it was supposed to be a c or q; they liked it better using the actual last name's first letter). And in truth, he usually was; he could usually keep collected even with irritating students. But for some reason, women.....well, he wasn't used to it. It was his weakness, to say. He just wasn't good at keeping himself calm and avoiding idioticy. His stomach would fill with butterflies and his head deflate; it's the only time he'll actually stutter and get clumsy. His heart was getting the better of his head in these panics, and nothing seemed to help.
He hit his head against the desk once in fustration. Man, what's happened? I need to snap out of it; at this rate I'll trip over something. he thought. He hoped to god that he wouldn't say the wrong thing or something in jibberish; that would kinda kill his literature skills.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 11:54 pm
Conall stood up and turned off the computer and his iPod. He reached into his backpack and grabbed several cans of body spray of different brands. He put on a cheap filter mask and began spraying the smelly gas all throughout the room. Conall finally sprayed himself, covering the intoxicating scents of vodka, brandy, and freshly smoked-marijuana with the sickening powerful smell of body spray. Conall then packed everything back in his bag, and left the room.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 12:02 am
((Hope you don't mind if I butt in))
When he came to a pause in the song, Alastair heard a loud smack as if something had hit the lockers. Thinking some punks were trying to start something, he set his guitar down and went out.
Down the hall he spotted a book lying on the floor near the lockers and much closer to him was a trail of blood. "Holy s**t..." Al quickly followed the trail to a bathroom where two people were standing in front of the door. "Hey, excuse me, what happened? Is everything OK?"
The boy shrugged. "A girl just ran in there; she was bleeding from her nose though. We ... er... we saw that Lucy girl kick her.." He glanced over at his girlfriend. "I don't know if we should go in or not."
"Do you know her name?" Alastair breathed out, trying to control his anger at Lucy.
"No, but she was wearing this uniform kind of thing. It was a red jacket and I think she had really long brown hair with this cute little bow." The girl said between the smacks of her chewing gum. Alastair's eyes went wide. 'Kiyoko..!'
He thanked the couple. "I can help, I hope." Facing the door, he knocked softly. "Hey, Kiyoko, it's Al. Are.. Are you OK in there?" Like the couple, he was unsure if she wanted time alone or not.
~...~...~...~
As expected, the clothes were like bags on her. She wasn't that tall in the first place but to be wearing his clothes... Sighing, she began to sing a song from her native country as she started to work on making herself look presentable.
Adrienne rolled the top of the shorts up so that the length was about short-shorts length. Taking the pins out of her hair, she pinned the sleeves up to make in 'sleeveless.' She took out the belt from her jeans and put in on top of the shirt, covering the bunched up line made from rolling up the shorts. In the end, she looked like she was wearing a shirt dress with a 'mini-skirt' under it.
"My God, I look like a hoochie mama..." Adrienne moved to the door and knocked before opening it and finding Mr. K with his head on his desk. "Hey, Shirou, you didn't tell me you were tired. You should rest!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 12:20 am
((Nah, feel free to do so.))
After going through a few tissues (as well as taking a few moments to cry, and let out her emotions), Kiyoko's nose stopped bleeding, but it was still tender on the inside, and would most likely start bleeding again if hit. There was a small cut at the base of her nostrols, from where the heel had landed. It looked worse than it actually was, although she wasn't sure if there was any blood on the ground or not. She seriously hoped not; she really didnt' want to cause a scene so early...and she just switched schools! The whole point was to avoid this!
She wiped her eyes and sighed. She didn't find the word 'cockroach' to be a great description either, but why was she so sensitive? Gosh, it was like she was five or something! But seriously, Lucy had had the wrong idea to begin with. Kiyoko had merely corrected her kindly. But, she couldn't have just kept her mouth shut; look where it got her last time! She fixed her hair, redoing the bow on top. At least blood didn't get on her clothes. And it had been a wonderful morning until now.
There were murmurs outside; she then realized the couple in the corner had actually followed her here. Drat, those poor things! Kiyoko heard knocks on the door, and Al's voice rang from the other side. "I-I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec." she said quickly. She washed her face, dried it, grabbed her bag, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Sure enough, the three people looked back, now looking more relieved. "I'm sorry if I caused you all any trouble. It's nothing really...I appreciate your concern, though." she answered, looking a bit red despite the preparation time she had used to convince herself not to blush when leaving.
Shirou jerked up quickly. "Oh! I'm not tired, really." he assured her. "I've seen so many kids just....wham their heads on the desks in the past without any pain, just wanted to see how they did that." he said, rising from his seat. He examined the teacher in his clothes; not too bad, although they were a bit big for her. Then again, who wouldn't of gussed that? "Looks nice!" he commented.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 12:55 am
Conall walked down the hallways when he saw what he liked to call the 'Carrots'. They were the cheerleaders, and most of them caked themselves in spray-on tan every day, making their skin orange. When the girls saw him they all rolled their eyes and started talking to the head cheerleader and b***h, Lucy. She stepped forward and looked at Conall with a fake smile.
-"Hi, stoner. How's your life without any friends?"
Conall smiled right back at her.
-"Hi Lucy...fer. How's your life as a b***h?"
Lucy dropped her smile and replaced it with a glare.
-"a*****e."
-"Whore."
-"... b-Bad man!"
-"Oooooh... so scary...."
Lucy threw a punch at Conall, which he easily dodged.
-"Come on, I'm stoned and I can still dodge you..."
Lucy stomped and was about to scream when her less-than-dimwitted boyfriend showed up.
-"Are you messing with my girlfriend?"
-"Is your IQ so low it would make Forrest Gump laugh?"
The jock furrowed his eyebrows and thought, something he was not good at. Conall just smiled wider as he exercised the single brain cell the jock hadn't killed with head injuries.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 9:03 am
Celia had went to her locker, which was by the computer lab. She coughed, despite the filters, it smelt horrible in there. She quickly pulled out her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She could hear a commotion down the hall. So she headed towards it to see what was going on. She saw Lucy, of course, some guy who she was currently seeing (but she flirted with Ray anyways), and Conall. She sighed and shook her head. Lucy was always starting something that was worthless. She simply walked passed them, staring at the scene as she went by and then turned the corner. It was quieter in this hallway. She sat down, leaning her back against the lockers.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 2:05 pm
Conall kept smiling as the jock tried to use the oversized meatball he had for a brain. The jock finally figured out what Conall was getting at, and frowned.
-"Are you calling me stupid?"
-"Would your IQ make for a good batting average?"
The jock furrowed his eyebrows again and tried to think, but since this was sports related, this was easier for him.
-"Hey! You are calling me stupid!"
-"Oh look, Radio finally figured it out..."
The jock threw a punch at Conall, one he couldn't dodge. Conall fell on the floor, nose bleeding. Conall got right back up and dodged the next punch, landing a powerful punch in the jock's face in return. The jock stumbled backwards, and Conall tackled him. Conall was a ground fighter. Conall got on top of the jock and began pounding him in the face. Eventually someone pulled Conall off of him, but not before the jock's face was nicely rearranged. Conall walked off through hallways, getting away from the scene he had started.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 2:13 pm
Celia stood up when she heard the commotion. She peaked around the corner, but couldn't see much. A group had formed around the fight. She shook her head. It was going to be like this as long as they're stuck in here. There is going to be a lot of tension with this many teenagers and nothing to do. She saw Conall come down the hall and pulled out a tissue from her purse. "Here..." she said, holding it out to him. "Your nose is bleeding..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:00 pm
Conall stopped and stared at the girl holding out a tissue. Another person being nice to him. Today was an odd day. Conall grudgingly took the tissue and wiped up his nose.
-"Pea-brained ape..."
Conall finished mopping up his nose and threw the ball of bloody tissue into the garbage.
-"Thanks..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:01 pm
"Ridiculous." Star said, with a hinge of attitude. She released her hand and pulled away.
"I should really go meet up wit my brother, but, I'll see you around." She said, before walking off.
Star found her brother in the chemistry lab, on of Star's second favourite places, but this was his favourite. "Hey." Star said, coming up behind him.
"Hi." He said coldly, turning away from the bottles of stuff.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:05 pm
Celia gave him a small smile. "You're welcome..." she said softly. "You okay?" she asked as she smoothed down her white dress. She could smell a faint ordor come from him. Hm, so he's the one who was smoking in the computer lab..., she thought. "Hey, thanks for making my locker smell..." she said, laughing, odviously only joking. She actually really didn't care. Most of her cousins friends smelled like that, or alcohol, or cigarettes, so she was sadly used to it.
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