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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:27 am
Collection of quest parts, please do not post unless invited. This thread will be linked in her journal, for her teen quest.
If you'd like to send Jan a letter at school, simply PM me with it, and it shall be placed here, same with anything else your Sin'aeis might wish to send.
If you want to have your Sin'aeis visit her at school, please do the same.
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Page One
01- Index/Introduction
02- The Fight [Jan-Ancelin]
03- The Goodbye [Jan-Lyrus]
04- The Transformation [Jan]
05- The Roomie [Jan-Trine]
06- The Classes [Humanities]
07- The Clique [Jan-The Riches]
08- The Visit [Jan-Lyrus]
09- The Finals [Jan-Classes]
10- The Return [Jan]
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:29 am
The Fight Jan had stayed up far too late last night, having slept over at Anisia's. That girl was fun and so sweet! However, she'd woken up later than expected, and now wasn't exactly late but... Whenever she went to see Ancelin, she always showed up by one, now it was... Three. Sure, technically she wasn't late, since they'd never established that as the time she was supposed to arrive, but she always DID, and it was expected now.
The girl was let into the house by one of the other kids, and moved up the stairs to Ancelin's room, knocking lightly before opening it and slinking it, shutting the door behind herself.
"Anny? Wha'd ya wanna do taday? I was o'er at Anisia's las' nigh' an' woke up late."
She'd forgotten, and had no qualms about asking. Jan rarely forgot.
"If you like Anisia so much, why don't you just go back to her house?" Retorted a very vexed Ancelin from one of her fishtanks as she heard a familer voice enter the room. She had taken to cleaning the inside of one of the tanks to releive stress. And she had run many senerios over in her mind on how she would yell at Jani and exsactly what she would say.
"I was wor-" She cut herself off. "I thought you had blown me off." She said sharply as she looked over to the potato girl, her sidelocks quickly flying over her shoulder. Ancelin wasn't about to admit it, but because the potato girl was two hours late from the norm, she had been worried SICK about her.
"I called your cellphone twice and you didn't so much as text me."
Jan had been about to apologize when Ancelin's comment caught her off gaurd, and strangely, made her... Angry. Sjajan never got angry at Ancelin.
"Ah din't 'ave et WITH ME."
Shooting a mean comment back at the older gril, she rolled her eyes.
"Don' see what th' big deal is. S'not like ya ever CARE ef Ah'm 'ere or not."
"You could of called me and told me you'd be late!" An barked back at Jani. She was a bit taken back that Jani would actually YELL at her, but she was mad as it was. Stupid dirty potato girl, making her worry sick like that, afraid that somebody might of taken advantage of her.. Rasim frasim.
"You always get here at one on Saturdays! I make sure to clear my schedual just to hang out with you! The least you could do is tell me if your going to be late. Then agian, ever since Anisia showed up agian you've just been smitten with her, haven't you?" An growled. She was jealous, but she wasn't about to let Jani know that.
Jan slim fingers curled as her hands balled into fists. She'd never, ever hit Ancelin, but she was still a physically intimidating girl to rumble with. The tensing was more instinctual than anything else as she took a step farther into the room. She wanted to bring up the ONE girl she'd been hanging out with ALMOST as much Ancelin? Fine.
"ANISIA doesn' think Ah'm GROSS becuz Ah like ta garden! ANISIA doesn' think Ah'm NOTHIN'! ANISIA ain't tryin ta change me ev'ry five se'onds!"
She was hurt, defensive, and damn if she wasn't saying something that'd been in the back of her mind, although it was rather exaggerated.
"Well.. I.." Anny really didn't have a retort to that.. Yeah, Anny did think some of the things Jani did was gross, and she did constantly groom and nit pick on her.. But dammit... That was her showing she cared, right? Maybe... Ah who knows.
"I happen to really like your gardening now! I think it's cool what you can do with those herbs! And your not nothing! At least not to me! I can't help it if I hate it when you get dirt on you! I don't want it getting all over the furniture or on me!" Ancelin shouted, before she quickly bit down on her lip. Argh, she was saying too much.
"You like Anisia more than you do me now, don't you? Just because she doesn't like everything clean like me!" Anny finished, leering at Jani. She was holding in alot of words she wanted to say, and she didn't even stop to realise what she was letting out could of been insulting.
"AH DUN LOVE ANYONE BETTER'N YOU, ANNY!"
Jan turned red after the shout, and her gaze glued itself to the floor, her fists shoved into pockets as she forced herself to go on, letting her bangs fall onto her face, to hide her expression as best as she could.
"Ya alrea'y knew tha'.... Ah've been tellin' ya tha' fer a while now."
It was the truth. The blonde then looked up, brown eyes fierce, as if daring Ancelin to be open.
"Why do ya care who Ah'm hangin' 'round, Ancelin?"
Ancelin's two tone eyes went wide as her pupils drew thin, jaw gaping, and face red. Jani said WHAT?! Jani loved her? Anny always said she thought Jani had a crush on her.. But.. She never really DID think that. Anny's entire face was a deep shade of crimson, as she studdered.
"I.. I... um..." Why did Anny care? Anny didn't know. All she knew is when Jani started hanging around other people, she would get this pain in her chest. And she'd get angry with whoever the person was who Jani was spending time with.
"I... I don't know." Anny said as she quickly averted her gaze to the ground and shrugged.
"Just used to havin ya around to myself I guess..." She muttered quickly and under her breath. Quickly. Why was Anny jealous? Did she love Jani? No.. There was no way. Jani was so... so.... JANI. Jani who had freckles on her face that made her look like she had dirt on her, and that scar that she got from not taking proper care of her infection. Jani who dug around in dirt all day just for the fun of it. Jani who always hung around and came and visited her even when she wasn't exsactly invited.. Filthy, annoying Jani who was always bothering her!
"I don't know! I don't even know why we're friends at all." Anny said in a panic, before she bit down on her lip and closed her eyes. She couldn't even bare to chance seeing Jani right now. She was just flooded with emotions she didn't understand.
Jan, having revealed something she hadn't meant to, now shut it all off at what she considered rejection. There were no tears, no expression on her face, and when she spoke, her tone was wooden, unfeeling. Of course, on the inside? A different story.
"Yer right. We shoul'n be."
Lifting the satchel she'd dropped on the ground during their argument, she opened Anny's door, and let her brown eyes run over the other girl for a long moment, as if memorizing.
"Bye, Ancelin. Ah'm leavin'."
Maybe Jan should rethink that offer Indu had presented to her a while ago. Boarding school. Things would be better away from... Here. Her.
Ancelin opened her mouth like she was about to speak. About to say 'Don't go Jani, I didn't mean that' and then 'I don't understand the feelings I get when your around'. But even though her lips where forming the words, nothing was comming out. Ancelin closed her eyes tightly as she felt a burning swell up in her throat, as she clenched her fists at her side.
"Bye!" She squeeked loudly, choking on herself. She then walked over and slammed the door shut, before she turned her head away and looked at an empy bucket that was sitting on the floor for fish tank cleaning, she then let out a loud scream and kicked it. Ancelin then ran over to her bed and threw her head into a pillow and screamed agian, and didn't leave there for hours. What the hell was wrong with her?
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 6:13 am
The Goodbye It was dusk now, and Jan pushed open the door of the junkshop, although the sign said 'CLOSED'. It was the same day as the one she'd fought with Ancelin, the blonde Sin'aeis having run to the hospital to inform Indu, and to pack, before coming to say goodbye to a friend. On her back, there was strangely no guitar, it currently residing in it's case on her bed, but in her hands was a plain brown record cover, one of her favorite black discs inside.
She didn't know if Lyrus would appreciate the gift, but right now, he and Anisia were the only people she trusted with a few of her things, and Jan definately didn't want to see the other girl right now. That left good ol' big brother Lyrus.
The bells on the door signalled her arrival to the teenager, and she simply walked over, and hoisted herself up on the counter-top, expecting him to come downstairs. He probably already knew who was invading the shop, since as far she'd known, not many other Sin'aeis liked to badger him as she did.
The girl didn't look happy, in fact, what was reflected in her brown eyes was... Defeat.
"Brought ya somethin',"
Was the first thing she said when she saw him.
"Because Ah'm leavin' fer a while."
The shop was closed, but the door left unlocked, just on the off chance that someone important should arrive. Admittedly, there was a specific someone, one Lyrus hadn't seen since he was a child, one who no amount of searching had revealed, but Jan was probably somewhere on the list. The bell was mirrored by a duplicate rigged upstairs, and within seconds Lyrus was on his feet and heading down to the pawn shop, startled by the lateness of the hour and, thus, briefly hopeful.
But it was Jan. Again, not a bad thing, especially when he saw how upset she looked, but not who he had expected. Showing no surprise at the girl's presence, he moved up behind the counter, folding his arms atop it and leaning over beside Jan. "I like presents. Where're you going?"
"Boardin' school. Et's eigh'y percent female, so Ah should make some frien's."
Shrugging, she held out the packaged record, inside the label on the disk read "George Bizet's Carmen". She shifted slightly so she could watching him from where she sat on the counter, and shook her head.
"Here."
A slight pause, and she spoke again, feeling like she needed to tell SOMEONE who could keep their mouth shut what was going on.
"Fought with Ancelin. She thinks Ah like Anisia."
Which was ridiculous. Jan liked her, but didn't LIKE her. That was Lyrus' job, and they both knew it.
"Eighty percent? Damn, I'll come with you." He half meant it. Living alone was growing wearisome, and nights at the club and with people met at the club were redundant. The shop was doing well, but it was still junk and clutter, which Lyrus rather despised, and plans for success and new shops were quickly becoming simple dreams. Something needed to change.
He accepted the record in silence, taking the time to peek inside and examine the label while Jan continued. After a long pause, he chuckled softly, drawing the record from it's label. "That's ridiculous." It had been a good while since he had seen Anisia, but the memories were fond ones, and he was quite sure he would see more of the girl once she decided to grow up a bit. Anisia was his, and Jan knew better than to step in. He trusted her.
Still chuckling softly, he circled around the counter and weaved his way through a maze of junk to the window display, which happened to be an old phonograph. It needed a bit of repair work, but a few bangs and tweaks had it working good enough for the present. He set the record, and within seconds the first song of the opera filled the small shop. Surprisingly, Lyrus nodded his approval, listening from where he stood for a moment before turning and heading back towards the counter. "Ancelin's got a bar of soap crammed up her a**. When're you coming back?"
The blonde was silent awhile, not responding to Lyrus' statement about Ancelin. She'd accidently told the older girl that she loved her. She'd never said it was anything more than a friendship-love, but Anny had rejected even that.
"No idea."
Somewhat glad that he seemed to like the record, she reached up to untie her hair, so she could run her hands through it, sighing.
"Ah leave t'marrah...."
She wasn't really sure she WANTED to leave. Wouldn't she miss her friends? Miss Ancelin? Jan was far too attached to the people she'd grown up with. She needed to become independant. Leaving would be good for her.
Jan really didn't know exactly WHY she was here, but she didn't want to be alone, nor did she want to be around her family. And Lyrus always cheered her up. Strangely enough.
"That soon, huh?" He grimaced, leaning against the counter as before and pulling at his bottom lip. Tomorrow was not far off, and no idea could mean years. It was a sobering thought, knowing he might never see the girl again, especially when he had little to no contact with most of the other Sins nowadays. "...Promise you'll write, at least." He ordered, and immediately changed the subject.
"We're going to have a party." Straightening up, he stepped back around the counter and to the cabinets beyond, pulling open and pair and digging through. "A going away party. Just you and me. We're going to sit here, listen to Carmen, and get roaring drunk. And then I'll walk you home so no one kills you. Everyone should have a hangover for their first day at boarding school."
"Ah... Alrigh'."
Now grinning at his words, she knew better to poke at him. So he WOULD miss her? She'd miss him too. Jan thought Lyrus was a sweetheart, and trusted him completely. Who cared what other people thought? He'd never done anything bad to HER.
Lyrus was good people.
Sliding off the counter to join him, she held out her hands, helpful as usual, so he could grab more of whatever he was looking for.
"Whatcha gonna do while Ah'm gone? Fin' a new person ta 'elp ya with th' girls?"
She certainly hoped not! There wasn't supposed to be another Jan. Besides, who would do it?
"Tch." He spoke with his head half in the cabinet, pushing bottles one way and another. The sounds echoed strangely in the small space, bouncing off the walls and the bottles to greet Jan with an almost hollow tone. "I don't need your help with girls, Jan. I just kept you around to amuse them when I got bored."
Which was the Lyrus way of saying he certainly wouldn't be replacing her. Finally drawing out a bottle, he eyed the label critically before passing it to Jan and delving back into the cabinet. "When you're gone? I'll finally have time to work on this junk heap without being pestered by little girls. Maybe I can actually start selling s**t and clean up the flat a bit."
"Lil' girl? Lyrus, Ah'm bigger'n ya were at this age."
He was such a grumbly punkass, and she loved him so. Jan blinked down at the bottle in her hand, pleased to hear there wouldn't be someone in her place when she returned.
"Besides, y'like et when Ah pester ya."
Bumping him affectionately with her hip, she wandered away, heading over to a crummy sofa in the middle of a junk heap, closer to the phonograph, and dropping down onto it, only to sneeze at the dust cloud.
"Ya, y'raelly shoul' clean."
"Height means nothing," he countered, withdrawing a second tall bottle and again inspecting the label. "Only on Tuesdays. Damned useless Tuesdays." Satisfied with his selection, he closed the cabinet and straightened up, stepping over to join her on the dusty sofa.
"Much easier said than done." Taking a seat beside her, he set the bottle on his lap and draped an arm across the couch behind her, more out of habit than anything. With his free hand, he set about opening the bottle, uncerimoniously dropping the cap on the floor. Each bottle was large, easily too much for either of the Sins to stomach, but Lyrus didn't seem like he expected to be storing any afterwards.
Lifting the bottle by its neck, he waved it in a wide gesture to include the entire room, grimacing. "When junk's your trade, you can't throw anything away. ********' hate this shop," he added, and promptly took a long drink directly from the bottle.
Jan carefully opened her own, and tucked the cap into her pocket, a momento of sorts, before studying the open beverage for a long time. Her mother was an alcoholic, and becoming that would terrify her. Indu wasn't a mean drunk, or anything. It was just... Dangerous. Still, Lyrus would take care of her if anything bad happened. The blonde took a long pull from the bottle, eyes watering slightly at the strength of it, and let out a strange chuckle.
"So git a new trade, mmn?"
"I don't want to work for anyone else." He shrugged, taking a second, longer pull from the bottle, grimacing slightly at the strong taste as he set the bottle between his legs. Both good and bad. Liquid fire. "The flat's free long as the shop's mine. I don't have anywhere else to live, and I don't have the money to start a new business--yet."
He paused, thoughtfully lifting the bottle to his lips once more, but after only a short sip set it down again, eyes moving towards the stairwell. "..Can you keep a secret?" A stupid question, perhaps, given who he was talking to, but one wrong word could send all of his plans down the drain and drowning in crap.
Jan paused, bottle at her lips, then lowered her arm without taking a sip, brows raised. Since when did Jan tell anyone's secrets, including her own? Haha, besides the fact that Lyrus the only one she ever shared with. She couldn't tell Ancelin a thing.
"'Course Ah kin."
What was Lyrus hiding from the world? NOW she took another swallow, the harsh liquid burning her throat.
He began to stand, paused, and returned to his seat. Lifting the bottle, he tossed his head back and chugged,downing a good fourth of the bottle's firey liquid lifting his head and setting the bottle aside. He coughed softly, cleared his throat against the strong drink, and finally rose, striding off for the stairs.
About two-thirds of the way up he paused, crouching, and pride up one of the rickety steps, retrieving from beneath it a dust encrusted bottle. Leaving the step open, he started back for Jan, cleaning the bottle off as he walked and leaving dusty handprints all over his shirt. Beneath the dust, the bottle was, to say the least, stunning. Amazingly crafted with tiny shapes and images, crystal clear despite the lot, with a large ornate stopper carefully crafted to the top. Indeed, it seemed to be part of the bottle itself, and clearly was not meant to be removed. A dark, faintly purple-ish liquid filled the bottle to the brim, plainly seen through the clear sides.
On his way back to the sofa, he retrieved a large, far from spectacular bowl from one of the shelves, quite the contrast to the fantastic glass bottle in his hands. He set the bowl beside the couch, passed the bottle to Jan, and dropped back down beside her, watching her expectantly.
Jan easily abandoned her alcohol bottle for this new beauty, and her dlim fingers were reverent as the traced over the designs, eyes wide. After a moment of simply looking at it, she tilted it to see the strange liquid swirl and turned her gaze to Lyrus. What was it? And why was it such a secret? Whatever it was... It was gorgeous.
"Et's a byooty. Where'd ya git et, an'... What's et fer?"
Looking at him for that short time was too much, and her eyes shot back to the bottle, fainly bemused.
"I made it," he replied shortly, one hand returning to the back of the couch while the other retrieved his own bottle. He took another long pull, then set the bottle aside, eyeing the elegant bottle in Jan's hands as if trying to remember why he had pulled it out. After a moment, his thoughts seemed to clear, and he sunk back in his seat, nodding to the bottle. "That liquid. Looks like fine wine, eh? It's not. Bloody brilliant stuff. Keeps the glass from breaking, sorta reinforces it. Bought it off some hag downtown."
He paused just long enough to retrieve his bottle and take a sip, gesturing towards the one in Jan's hands with his own. "There's a diamond in there. ********' massive diamond. I stole it from a museum."
"S'long as ya din't steal et from no one who needed et, Ah dun care."
Chuckling, she stroked the bottle thoughtfully. Lyrus's future was held within, preserved by strange purple liquid. A strange thought for a young girl to have. Frowning slightly, she took the alcohol from the teen's hand, and replaced it with his unique bottle.
"Thank ya fer showin' me. Ah won' tell no one."
Keep it safe, Lyrus. Hide it until you can use it.
Luckily, Jan wasn't the type to care about riches, fame, nor did she have the traditional sense of moral code, which would have prompted her to return the diamond to the museum. No, she wanted her friend happy, and if a diamond could do that... Then he deserved it.
Lifting his bottle, she chugged another fourth of it, grimacing. His was even WORSE tasting. Setting it on the table, she picked her own back up. This was much better.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:11 pm
Meeting The Roomie Now that she had... Matured in body... The school had thought it best to relocate her to another, older dorm, and allow her to take the classes she'd been ready for in the first place. So here she was. The fingerprint pad had allowed her access, and she'd found her way to the third floor of the building, avoiding the teen girls running around the halls. Only a few actually gave her the slightest acknowledgement, as if used to new students showing up constantly, and she stopped in front of a door, staring at the dark wood, looking at the number written on her hand, and the number on the door.
"Oh s**t...! ALL MY GIRLS GET DOWN ON THE FLOO'. Oh s**t...! BACK TO BACK DROP IT DOWN REAL LOW. Oh s**t...! I'M SUCH A LADY BUT I'M DANCIN' LIKE A HO. Oh s**t...! CUZ YOU KNOW I DON'T GIVE A ******** SO HERE WE GO. Oh s**t...!"
... Please, no. Jan continued to stare at the door, hoping, hoping that some higher being loved her, and hadn't put her in THIS room, whose door was VISABLY VIBRATING from the bass of the hiphop song. The look of horror on the blonde's face had to be priceless, and a feminine laugh caused her to turn, blinking. In a doorway a few rooms over, a dark-haired, tall teen leaned, grinning.
"Chill, girl, that can't be your room. They're full up with 'GANG-STAHZ'. 318 is the only room with an openin', and that's 313."
Oh. Jan looked down at the smudged blue ink on her hand, seeing that the '8' must have blurred into what she'd interpretted as a '3'. Thank the gods for small favors. Now looking at the number above the other girl's head, she realized THAT was 318.
"You must be Reever. I'm Gunn. Welcome to the ******** Teen Slave House. Don't be disappointed if there's no mint on your pillow."
So this was Trine Gunn? Her hair was free, dark and wavy, and fell to her shoulders, eyes grey, stormy, skin tan, and... Freckles. She had freckles. It was about time somebody else did. Smirking at her own comment, Trine stepped back, allowing Jan entrance into the room, and kicked the door shut, dropping onto the mattress that was already covered with blankets and books.
Music was playing in this room, but at a lower volume, and with a fun guitar part. Gotta love Stevie Wonder.
"Very superstitious, writing's on the wall... Very superstitious, letter's 'bout to fall..."
Much better. Brown eyes roamed over the other girl's four foot stack of CD's, a smile warming her face at the selection. Lion King, Josh Kelly, Nickleback, Electric Six, MORE Movie soundtracks, Oldschool Funk... Nice.
"Listen, call me Trine, Tri, whatever the ******** you care to. You can borrow my clothes, my school books, eat my food, but don't touch my MaryJane, use up all the toilet paper, or sleep in my bed, savvy?"
Jan was at a loss of words for a moment, but dropped her duffel bag on her cot, knowing that the rest of her stuff would come later in the afternoon. In the meantime, she had a change of clothes, her school stuff, and a few random objects. Her guitar, not so random, was unstrapped from her back, and set against the wall, just as her eyes lit on three other guitars.
"Nice, Reever, you play too...? We'll have to jam sometime. Listen, you got a first name, or a VOICE, or somethin'? I won't stand for another dumb, goodlookin' blonde."
Jan shot her a look, and flicked a hand through her bangs before answering, finally.
"Ah 'preciate that y'find me attractive, Trine. But Ah'm rather intell'gent. Name's Jan. An' yess'm, Ah play. Never seen an 'lectric as nice as yer's though."
Trine looked... Delighted. Shaking her head, she launched off the bed, and smacked Jan on the shoulder, causing the 6'2" blonde to raise an eyebrow. The greeting was rather new, and she frowned slightly at the 5'10" brunette.
"Oh jeeze, Reever, you're too much. Nice accent, by the way."
There was an almost companionable lull in conversation for the next twenty minutes as Trine sat on a beanbag chair, and read a textbook while Jan unpacked the few things she had, and set up her bedding, before the sound of the book slamming shut made Jan turn her attention to the older girl once more.
"Well! About time to go visit my favorite gal!"
Tilting her head to one side as Trine got to her feet and dropped her book on her bed, reaching in a drawer for a small bag of what looked to be dried herbs. Unable to identify them, her brows knitted together in confusion. Did Trine give herbs to her friends...?
"Who's that, Trine?"
"Maryjane, duh."
Raised brows, at that. Oh. The girl Jan wasn't supposed to touch. Were they girlfriends then? That was cool, Jan'd definately stay away.
"Is she nice?"
Trine stared at her for a long moment in what looked to be disbelief before bursting into laughter, and shaking her head rapidly.
"No, NO, haha, girl, you have GOT to be joking! Hahahha!"
Now retreating behind a mask of nonexpression, Jan simply blinked at her, then turned her back on the girl, digging around in her duffel bag again. Trine calmed herself, and reached over to touch Jan's arm.
"Aww, c'mon... I didn't know you were SERIOUS, Reever, chill... Uh, this IS Maryjane. It's like, slang, yanno?"
She shook the bag at the taller girl, then pulled out a glass pipe.
"It's a, uh, happy herb."
A low chuckle and she packed a bowl in, intending to demonstrate. Jan, now appearing interested, stuck her hands into her pockets, dropping onto her bed to watch as Trine dug in her back pocket, found a lighter, and tried three times before successfully lighting it.
"Hoooyaa..."
After a puff or two, Trine coughed a bit, then shook her head, grinning and holding it out. In her eyes, educating Jan was worth losing some marijuana. Jan narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the surprsingly attractive pipe, wondering if Lyrus could create something like that, and frowned slightly.
"No thanks."
Smoke? Within the body? Oh no, no, no. Could NOT be healthy. Trine rolled her eyes, figuring that Jan simply didn't want to take a pull off the pipe, and took another one, motioning for the blonde to move closer as she held it. Doing so, Jan had her chin grabbed firmly, and lips pressed to her own, forcing them open as smoke was blown into them.
What was that? Stoner-rape? Oh, no, Trine had a different name for it, which she stated when she was done laughing, and Jan done hacking, her gaze indignant.
"THAT was a contact hit."
"THA WAZZUH DIZZCUZTIN' KISS!"
Apparently, her speech deteriorated with shock. At that moment, the door, which Trine had forgotten to lock was opened, and the Dorm manager stood with her arms across her chest, an adult behind her. s**t. Smoke had already fogged the small room, and both Trine and Jan had reddened eyes. In fact, Trine was already high.
"Awwww, sheeeeeeiiit. It's th' FIVE-OH, Reever! RUUUUUUUUNNNN!"
And the darkhaired girl seemed to attempt this, but only started giggling, and slumped against the blonde, who gave the party-poopers a blankfaced stare as they shook their heads, and the adult glanced at a clipboard in her hands.
"Gunn, Reever? To detention! We do NOT tolerate illegal substances on campus, you're both to go to detention, Miss Parliam will escort you, while we remove any other narcotics from this room."
Snorting, Trine gave the woman the finger, as Jan helped her up, and the two slunk out of the room, if slightly ungracefully, a few girls in the hall cheering as they passed, the young Miss Parliam looking a bit scandalized when Trine waggled her tongue at her.
Well. At least her roommate wasn't a 'GANG-STAH'.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:35 am
The Classes: Humanities "Ignorant Slaves! That's ALL I see! IGNORANCE. Do you even KNOW what that MEANS?"
Paul Hewitt was in an intellectual rage as he pushed back his chair and stood, eyes scanning the class from behind his glasses. Pathetic. The usual group of rich prats, delingquents, and a** kissers. Miss Glencoe and Miss Clayton painting their nails, loudly smacking their gum, which wasn't allowed during class time... Mr. Edwards in the corner snoozing... Miss Gunn doodling in her notebook... Not one of these kids were listening to a damn thing he was saying. Once again, his Humanities class was turning out to be a bust. With a sigh, he turned his back on them, and picked up a yellow piece of chalk, scrawling on the black board and underlining the single word he'd written.
IGNORANCE
"Can ANYONE," he paused for emphasis, turning to face his students and crossing his arms over his chest as he stepped away from the board, chalk still in hand. "Give me an answer? Anyone...?" There was silence, and MR. Hewitt shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, when a low voice drew the class's collective attention before he could say a word.
"Ignor'nce es th' wealth o' thoughts FERGOTTEN by man." Who was that? Blue eyes flew to the right side of the room, third row, and he took in the somewhat country appearance of a blonde... Female, the uniform clearly stated, with it's skirt, which thankfully solved the mystery of androgyny. Interesting. Glancing over at his seating chart [Miss Reever, Sjajan] as he sat on the edge of his desk, he nodded toward her, accepting her comment.
"Why, Miss Reever, did you say that?" As the girl leaned forward in an engaging manner, he noted her open binder, and the neatly slanted penmarks within. She's been paying attention, obviously. Marvelous.
"S'not th' true def'nition, Ah know, sir, but... Ah think et migh'y applic'ble, 'siderin' this class es th' study o' th' cra'tive impulse." Hrm. He'd have to suggest she sign up for the speech class starting next week, or nobody would ever take her as seriously as they should. In fact, a few kids were sniggering already at her accent, which was a strangely charming mix of Irish and Country. Hewitt was pleased to see her ignore them, as if used to such behavior, and instead, look to him for a response.
"Well, pray tell, Miss Reever. How does Humanities fit into your philosophy about Ignorance? You purposely used the term 'forgotten,' rather than 'unknown,' which would have been closer to the original definition. Why?" Now she chuckled, and he found himself grinning at the sound, as several kids around her also relaxed. Obviously, she'd expected him to make a comment along those lines. In truth, Mr. Hewitt wasn't at all sure he agreed with her statement, but he didn't teach this class to be right, or the only one allowed to speak. He taught it to help others understant that each person saw the world uniquely. This student, Reever, Sjajan, was simply expressing her own view to the class in a way that was helping him.
"Th' tr'ditional 'spression kin only be used fer facts, rae-lly, seein' as et's 'bout a lack o' knowledge. Sence we're made with th' INSTINCT, th' CAPACTITY fer crate'tivity tha' dun fit. Tha' instinct's what makes us special, y'see. So fer us, IGNOR'NCE is en active denial o' eons a crate-tivity, a th's feelin's tha're engraved en us from birth, th' urges ta 'spress our selves. Y'kin't not KNOW 'ow ta create. Ya hafta FERGET 'n 'VOID et."
Despite the accent, he could see that more than a few kids were starting to listen, to understand. It was helpful to have a student speak, rather than just himself. In fact, the moment S. Reever fell silent, the dark-haired Gunn, Trine continued.
"I can dig it. The opposite of Ignorance isn't INTELLIGENCE, it's AWARENESS. That's what ya'll are sayin'...?"
"EXACTLY, Miss Gunn!" Hewitt, excited, scribbled the two main messages on the board, allowing the class to dissolve into smaller discussions while he did so.
IGNORANCE
IS THE WEALTH OF THOUGHTS FORGOTTEN BY MAN.
THE OPPOSITE OF IGNORANCE ISN'T INTELLIGENCE, IT'S AWARENESS.
However, they were soon quieted by his sudden jab of an index finger toward Reever, who only blinked at him. "HOW do you know this, Miss Reever? Please enLIGHTen us." A slight smile curved her lips, but it lacked mirth, and he raised a brow.
"Y'see, sir, Ah used ta be ignor'nt."
"Oh? But not any longer?" His highly amused tone and accompanying chuckle were instantly sobered by the intense look in her eyes and the matching quality firming her voice.
"No. Ah know thar's more out thar th'n Ah kin evah know, but ah kin 'magine et, and Ah WAN' ta know et all." The class was dead quiet, and the strange girl silently shut her binder, causing Mr. Hewitt to look over at the clock, and swallow.
"Class dismissed."
It would be an interesting semester.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:05 pm
The Visit Dear Lyrus-
It has been a while, has it not? I do not believe I have ever written you, but then again, I have never had the circumstance to do so. I was waiting until I no longer required assistance to write a proper letter, which is what has taken so long. Trine, my roommate, has said to inform you that she has tried to teach me informal writing more attuned with my manner of speaking, but that I am a rather worthless pupil.
I am inviting you to my school to visit for the week we have off before beginning preparations for semester finals. A lot of the students here go home, but I do not know if I ever want to return. However, I miss you, and the parties that I have have been told about may appeal to you.
The young women here are eager for attention, so do bring any instruments you may have, a supply of glass, and perhaps some alcohol. I look forward to seeing you, so do not bother to write back. I will meet you within the main office of the school on Saturday. Enclosed within this letter are the complimentary round-trip tickets my school has supplied.
Love,
Jan.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:08 pm
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