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 Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 1:29 am
Ryan followed, not saying much as he preferred memorizing the path he was supposed to take.
(( Ugh, not much I could put in there. I needed to do that. ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 7:10 am
The bleach blonde Japanese really did underestimate the curiculum. Or so she thought as a writing utensil twiddled between her fingers. And moving on, balancing between the slim cuts under her nostrils and above her upper lips. The side mount of the utencil minding no fog as it would occasionally exhale from the young scholar while walking. So far, she didn't bump into any other students or staff member as proof of her utencil being still. Arms outstretched, meaning well to butter up her personal space as well as in a mediocre attempt to pertain the silent balance. The left of her muddy brown orb was half blind to the color of buttercups as her bangs would occasionally sloop down to that point without warning. Lacking the necessary pins, the best she did was to flip it away, eventually causing a swagger that would cause a slipping rift onto the pencil. By the time she steered a corner to the next class, it surprisingly lodged itself out of her facial grip and rolled two inches into the room. Of course, her hands were full with her latch bag and the result of her swordsmanship model held over her shoulders. Not a wise choice, she thought as she glided onto the floors in order to reach that very utencil. Unfortunately, for someone so sleep ridden, pain was the only way to learn, to at least snap themselves back into reality. Bang! Just as she rose with the pencil at hand, the corner ridge of the laurel crafted desk had made serious contact with her forehead. The side, where it hurts the most.
Again, the pencil slipped out of her grip and fell into her lap as she madly coaxed her aching forehead. Quiet she was, to surpress a few words of profanity before she rose back up. It was then when she noticed the other non compacted side of the room as some students were slipping out, with the teacher as the pivot. With some or no embarassment, Renkishi immediately lowered her head. Thinking maybe that the teacher would allow some tolerance for her nature to be..well...late. Again, she learned by pain for the same result happened again with the circling desks.. This time, she didn't move an inch, but instead a vein pulged out by the side of her forehead. Her sarcastic eyes remained aloof, yet the irises could not hide the fact that it hurt. By the second's charm, her face flushed red and sat to her desk, supposably in the second row along the middle.
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