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 Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 8:54 pm
A rather plain, colorless hallway, with doors on either side of it. The doors are asymmetrically across from each other, each door bearing a small, silver plate, with the dorm number engraved on it. The halls are rather long, and turn in a large circle, though teachers must walk around the entire length of the circle to get back to the stairs.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:36 pm
The over energetic teacher was skipping down the halls, observing everything as he had passed, and making mental notes of other things. His little ‘cart’ made an almost unholy squeaking which could probably wake the dead, but it never bothered him. If a person had ever heard a gryphon screech, they’d know just why. It was far worse then most sounds in the world, a banshee’s cry being one of the only things worse. A gryphon screech wasn’t a common sound though, so the cart made enough noise to substitute.
Erost squealed as he stood in front of his dormitory room. Room number thirteen; this was his room, and someone by the name of Aelyr McDowell. Having to carry his cart up the stairs was hard enough, so it made the trip all the more worthwhile. Hopefully, his roommate wouldn’t mind him getting settled in early. If not, too bad. Then a rather downing thought struck him.
“…Wow. The number thirteen lives up to its bad name. I forgot to ask if the room is locked and needs a key to open…Wow, that was a blonde moment. And that was just a stereotyping insult. I just insulted myself twice in one go. I guess I’ll just sit here, and wait until roomie dearest comes by with a key…or someone comes by and feels bad for how pathetic I’m gonna look and tell me if I need a key or not…wait…did I get a key?” he began rambling to himself, his short memory striking like a hard blunt object. “Awww…I don’t wanna walk all the way back down there…but I don’t want to leave my stuff unattended…”
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 3:15 pm
Nox let a sigh slip from his pale lips and he leaned into the door to the teacher’s dormitory hall. That much walking he knew would become an annoyance in the years to come. Why weren’t the students dorms on the third floor? Lord knew that they probably needed the exercise more than the teachers did. Hell, half the teachers probably didn’t even want to try to make it up so many stairs. Well, that would be more likely if Sinful Wings had teachers of a more average age. Not ones that, at the oldest, only reached their early thirties. Whatever happened to the normal, old teachers and their glasses and such? They’d have been perfectly fine to teach a school like this. ‘Don’t ask for trouble, Noxy,’ he said to himself, shaking his head. What he’d been thinking about was basically why did he work at the school rather than someone else. Had that truly happened, he would be a money-less violinist who sat on the street and played, making peopled drown themselves in gutters. That, or he would live with his mother and trying to help teach his brother normal education, or how to play the violin in the same fashion as a nix. Or something like that.
“I wonder... Is Lex a nix as well?” Nox said to himself, both hands back at his sides now. He didn’t have long to think on this question, however, because he had to remember which dorm room was his own. As well as a few other things he should have committed to memory the last year. Which proved that he spent too much time in the nurse’s off ice or in the courtyard. The latter was most likely, amazingly enough. He put a free finger to his lips and tried to recall which room he’d last slept in at the school. Ah, yes, room three. Pale magenta eyes glanced toward the nearest door, and his face fell. Room twenty was the closest to where he was standing.
“Dammit!!” he yelled to no one in specific. It was extremely rare for Nox to swear. Ever. But, he had been annoyed enough with the stairs and now there was this freakishly long hallway to conquer. And standing there wasn’t going to help. Along with that, once he got to the room, he just had to put his violin away, and go back down the hall, and back down the stairs, and down another hall, just to get to the nurse’s office. Frowning lightly, he started walking through the hall, until he came upon a... student? Or another teacher? Nox blinked. He couldn’t tell if the boy was a teacher or not. And there was proof of his earlier thoughts. The teacher seemed young enough to still be in school, but, of course, the students would have no reason to be in the teacher’s hallway. Unless... The nix willed a blush away from his pale face at his next thought. It was highly unlikely that anything like that was happening. Unless one of the teachers was a *****... ‘And- stop!’ That was enough strange thinking for one day. He blinked curiously at the golden-haired boy. “Waiting for something?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 4:00 pm
Erost looked up, his smile growing large very quickly. He hopped up to stand without the use of his hands, still brimming with energy as threw his arms up with a loud cheer. He tilted his head to the side after, one of his eyebrows furrowing, white the other stayed arched. “Wow, you look young for a teacher…and short.”
He leaned down, still with a grin playing upon his coral lips, as he put his rainbow sleeve clad arms behind his head, the bottoms of them dangling halfway down his back. “If you’re a teacher here, do you know if the doors are unlocked? I mean, it’s going to be my very first year teaching, and I’ve never been here before, and I didn’t get a key, so…yeah. I’m really lost.” He explained, speaking in run-on sentences, with much too much enthusiasm and high pitched areas in said sentence.
Again, seconds after bringing it up, his head tilted to the side again. “Wow! You’re a pretty teacher. I’m jealous. I can’t get my hair to grow fast enough, but you has such pretty long hair.” He complimented. Apparently, Erost had never heard of staying on topic.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:12 pm
“Young...?” Nox questioned, blinking twice. He wasn’t sure to take that as a compliment or an insult. Ehichever it was, he didn’t really mind. Not really. Though, if he meant it in the way that Nox had been thinking about earlier, he would probably rake it as an insult. Though that wouldn’t really be fair. The energy of the boy now in front of him startled him slightly, but made him snap out of his depressed state. Well, better than staring off intot he abyss of his dorm room walls or following his brother until Roxy asked him to stop. Or yelled at him. The latter of which somehow being both more and less likely to happen. Curses. What was he talking about again?
“Ah... They shouldn’t be. Weren’t last year.” The last of this sentence Nox had basically said to himself. He thought a moment. Yes, the doors were, supposedly, locked. In which case, this teacher was stuck in the hall until one ‘Aelyr’ came through to ‘save’ him. Now why did that name ring a bell? Oh, yes. There was a teacher with the same time the year prior. The one who had called him a male siren... ‘Hn. Small world...’ He looked up sharply at the compliment, blinking abruptly. Lilac bangs fell to partially shield his flushed face. He needed better social skills. And he had a feeling that Roxy wouldn’t really help with sometime like socializing. He wasn’t exactly the life of the party. Well, he was, with his voice, but that wasn’t really the point Nox was trying to get at.
“Th-thank you,” Nox stuttered quietly, twisting a strand of pale hair between the fingers of his free hand like a shy, little schoolgirl her first time in front of a new class of people. The pale fingers wrapped around the handle of his violin case shifted slightly, being annoyed with the fact that they were still carrying the wonderful instrument. “M-my brother’s is th-the same way. Just b-black instead.” He remembered when his mother had finally given on cutting both his and Roxy’s hair, when it would simply grow back completely in less than a week. They were special like that, as well as in so many other ways. Nox had been especially happy that his mom had given up, because it meant that he would still be able to play with his brother’s silky hair whenever Roxy would let him.
“Oh, y-yes, you’re t-trying to get i-into your room, a-aren’t you?” Nox asked, cursing himself mentally. Why did he get distracted so easily? Of course. Being lovesick for his brother. It was pathetic in so many ways, and discouraged in so many others. Ah, well. At least he hadn’t gotten completely absorbed in his flashbacks. But it would happen sometime that day, Nox was sure of it. God, he needed a distraction. And maybe this teacher could be that...? Until he nearly got killed with Nox’s playing or something, but it was worth a shot. “B-because I could sh-show you to th-the headmaster’s office? Th-that is, if y-you don’t know wh-where it is already. H-he should have th-the keys.” ‘If he hasn’t lost them yet.’
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:19 pm
“WAH!” he exclaimed with the utmost enthusiasm. “I am SO jealous! My kind doesn’t normally have silky fur or hair. It always gets so matted from all our travels and stuff.” He nodded, beaming in the same manner as earlier. He bobbed his head side to side, as his two golden ear tails whipped and dragged with it. When he stopped, which wasn’t long after, he placed his right index finger to the tip of his mouth, his large golden eyes blinking slowly as in a contemplative moment. His mouth upturned once more.
“So, you’ll take me to the headmaster’s office? YAY! Then I’ll know for sure that I can get into my room!...Aww, but I have to drag all my stuff back down all those stairs.” He pouted childishly. He looked like he was trying so hard to think again. He nodded to himself, as if he was agreeing to some major plan. “It’s can’t be helped!”
He leaned forward, grapping Nox and putting him into a friendly hug. “Then you shall lead the way, I will most certainly not whine about carrying my things!” he nodded, lifting the make shift cart, with a strength which was unbelievable for him to have. He made sure everything in it was secure, because he didn’t want to loose any of his things. “So, what are you? Are you human, or something else? I mean, this school has a bunch of races, right? I’m a gryphon me self.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:09 am
Nox blinked in slight surprise at this show of enthusiasm. This was turning out to be a very interesting encounter. Someone like Nox, with such a quiet disposition, running into a person like Bevin, who seemed just an endless bundle of hyperactive energy. Very interesting indeed. He was mentally debating whether or not to warn the teacher of Master Ikshi’s unorganized habits, but that would probably seem rather rude, speaking of one’s employer in such a manner. Though it seemed to happen a lot in television and soap operas. And in those situations it was often much worse than just saying that the person was unorganized. With that off his mind, he decided it might be better to come back to current situations. Which was when he was pulled into a hug.
Nox stiffened. He didn’t care if it had only been a friendly hug, he did not like being touched. One of the reasons he didn’t offer his hand when exchange greetings. It was also one of many reasons he came off as an anti-social p***k to numerous people. That or they thought that he was unnaturally obsessive-compulsive. Which wasn’t true to such an extent. When Bevin let go, Nox stepped back, smoothing the creases in his pure white shirt. He was ruffled, to say the least. But still, he didn’t want to come off as anti-social or anything stranger than that. So he said nothing about it.
“Ah, y-yes,” Nox said in reply to what he figured was the third question in only one of the boy’s sentences. He cursed his stuttering. It was just as hard to get rid of that as it was to get rid of a lisp for some people. Just a speech defect that he seemed to have been born with, that worsened in delicate social situations. It he spoke slowly and thought his sentences through, he could speak without stammering or pausing at improper places. But he was getting off topic.
“And I, myself, am a nix,” he said, nodding once and gesturing for the other to follow as he started back down the hall. He was happy for the subject change. It seemed a pleasant thing to talk about. Learn something about a different species. Nox honestly knew little to nothing about gryphons, beyond their appearance. If he even knew that. He’d never seen any other being that was a gryphon, besides in pictures and this boy... And was when he realized something most would find important. “You know, I never did catch your name...”
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 7:09 pm
“A nix?” he repeated curiously, as he began walking at a slow pace. He didn’t want to walk down all of the stairs again, and was lulling over the debate on letting out his wings and just flying down them, but that would leave his new guest and acquaintance to be forced to do the grueling task alone. That would be cruel and rude. Erost held the cart in one hand above his head, putting a finger to his bottom lip, in a thoughtful position, groping for the correct wording. “ I’ve only heard of Nixes. I’ve never met one…well, excluding you of course. My family used to say that they were a sailor’s worst enemy, just like a siren. That means you can make really beautiful music, eh? Now I wish I wasn’t tone deaf.” He joked with the lavender manned nurse.
He defiantly liked the school already. Such interesting people he’d be working with. He was so worried that people would be wary of him, due to his, kindly put, exuberant personality. How wrong he was. Nox seemed more tolerant with Erost then he had expected. It was certainly a condoling and comforting thought. He felt as though his worries were partially lifted of his shoulders. He wasn’t surprised though. Most people he met were friendly, minus Gryphon hunters, and getting along shouldn’t have been too hard.
“…OH! My name is Bevin. Bevin Arieus…though, I normally go by my Gryphon name. That’s Erost. But you feel free to call me whatever you want. Well, as long as it’s not something like Momo. That would just be embarrassing.” He giggled, returning the hand on his lip to the cart above his head. He was quite strong, physically, which was natural for a race like his. He couldn’t help but giggle. He was just that bubbly of a person. He looked at Nox again. “What about you? What’s your name?”
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:10 pm
“как надоедливый.” The elegant Russian muttered to himself, as he exited the room he had just previously been occupying. Dormitory number seven. It must be considered lucky even if Favian himself believed not in such trivial things as superstition. It had seemed like old gossip stories shared amongst the housewives of old to blame their misfortunes on. In reality, Favian knew all too well that a person’s action or inaction was what leads to misfortunes. He knew better then most men both his age and older. His inaction caused someone’s misfortune and his actions their death. He pulled on Dormitory Seven’s doorknob, allowing it to close with the tiniest of ‘clicks’. He looked at the plate with his name on it for the sheer purpose on finding an object to focus on.
Yukimi…he reminded himself. Yukimi, it’s my fault…I do not care that everyone had said your death was caused by your ‘curse’, by your ‘devil marking’. I know fully well that it was no other then I whom lay guilty for your early passing. If I had not left you behind that day…If I…Humph. You would have adored this school, Yukimi. I truly wish you were here with me in the flesh. Alas, I spend far too long looking backwards. You always scolded me for it. Favian backed up, looking down the hallway. It seemed so plain, and far too organized. It wasn’t the type of organization he was used to. For such a lavish school, these hallways just seemed so bland and predictable. The large circular shaped design of it seemed equally pointless. It made him think that maybe the architect was thinking that the teachers wouldn’t get enough exercise with those damnedable staircases. Why couldn’t he have been born a shape shifter, so he could turn into water and just splash down them?
He ran his long fingers through his ebony tresses, as they flowed down his face back into their previous position. His hair was rather aggravating. He couldn’t do a thing with it. It had a mind of its own, and stuck with its position all day. Regardless of positioning, it was always silken smooth, and easy to run fingers or a brush through. It wasn’t that Favian was vain, but he did believe that physical appearance was essential in making a good impression. A positive and polite demeanor was also needed, as well as being grammatically correct and concise in one’s speech. He swirled around, and began walking down the circular hall to get to the staircase. Teaching would defiantly be an original experience at Sinful Wings. Though, he was the math teacher, and from what he had seen almost every student on the face of god’s blue earth hated math, he still looked forward to teaching bright and eager young minds just ready to be filled with knowledge.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 1:52 pm
“You could say that. We’re more the enemy of women and children though. They’re much easier targets,” Nox joked, laughing slightly at himself. Though he didn’t want to admit it, this was true to his species. Rather than copying the sirens, and luring ships to crash into rocks, they chose to lure in women and children to drown themselves in river, lakes, streams, and pretty much any other body of water. And, with their appearance and the fact that they were male rather than female, it made it easier to lure in women. Excluding the fact that Nox worked at a school such as Sinful Wings, where at least half of the students were interested in more than just girls. Which, technically, made things even worse.
Nox watched his new friend curiously a moment, magenta eyes drifting to the cart above his head, then back to the boy himself. For moment, Nox wished that he could do something like that, but he lacked any sort of strength. Which was why he’d chosen to be a nurse rather than a music teacher, though that would have been an ideal choice of a job. He would have been able to play without killing anyone, and teach other people his style of playing. Though he didn’t know if he could teach people who played a different sort of instrument. And, with this thought, he wondered who would be teaching music that year, saying as how the one that had been teaching the year earlier had quit. And with earlier thoughts, he wondered if it might be a good idea to get to the nurse’s office soon.
‘Yes. That would be quite a good idea,’ he agreed mentally, glancing at the ceiling a moment before looking ahead of the two of them and finding that they’d gotten down the hallway. Finally. He pushed the door to the stairwell open and bowed the other out, this action being purposely exaggerated and unneeded. “My name?” he questioned, finally realizing that the two of them had been conversing a few moments ago. “My name’s Nox. Nox Erasmus. Nice to truly meet you, then, Erost.”
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