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 Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:43 pm
The Michael Kukler Academy of the Arts is now accepting applications for it's 2008 academic year. All students who have an active interest and talent in the arts is welcome to apply, although there is limited room for students this year. Best regards, The Michael Kukler Academy of the Arts staff
-intro rules skelly accepted time/date/weather/indoor/outdoor reserved open-
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:22 pm
1-This is semi-lit to lit. Each post must be a minimum of five sentences. Each post must be a maximum of three paragraphs. Reading a novel per post is irritating and takes a lot of time. If you must, space out several shorter posts.
2-Applications must be pmed to me under the topic of 'If it bothers you, it's art' The skeleton must be followed EXACTLY or as near to it as you are physically able. Please, don't say your character doesn't have a name or something like that. Just, no.
3-Characters should be more realistic than not. There are no special powers here. There are no wacky races. Human beings are just human beings. I don't care weather or not your picture is real, but I would like it to be realistic. That means no machine guns for hands et cetera. Put a pirate in your pm. Oh, and have multi-dimensional characters. I mean, real people don't sit in their rooms in dark corners and cry ALL the time. Sometimes they need to pee.
4-The school rules are meant to be broken. I'm not even going to bother to list them.
5-If you have not bother to read all these rules, than it sucks for you.
-intro rules skelly accepted time/date/weather/indoor/outdoor reserved open-
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:31 pm
[center][size=14][b][color=postcolour]Cutie Patootie[/color][/b][/size]
[img]URL GOES HERE[/img]
[ANY EXTRAS SHOULD BE IN LINKS PLEASE.]
[size=13][color=postcolour][i]Legally, my name is[/i][/color][/size]
[size=12][color=postcolour] First Middle Last [/color][/size]
[size=13][color=postcolour][i]My buddies call me[/i][/color][/size]
[size=12][color=postcolour] Nicknames [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] Can't you tell? I'm a[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Guy or girl. [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] I'd tap that[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Sexuality [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] Make a wish [/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Age, please write it out (Fourteen to Eighteen).[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] I've been in prison for years... [/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior.[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] My baby loves me [/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Your crush. [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black]Where to begin... [/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Your Bio, one to two paragraphs (5-8 sentences per paragraph). [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] Take me as I am [/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Personality, one to two paragraphs.[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] I hope I see you. [/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] 8:00 A.M. ;; First Period [Music Class]
9:30 A.M. ;; Second Period [Drama And Acting Class]
11:00 A.M. ;; Third Period [Dancing Class]
12:30 P.M. ;; Lunch.
1:00 P.M. ;; Fourth Period [Digital Art Class]
2:30 P.M. ;; Fifth Period [Creative Writing Class]
4:00 P.M. ;; Sixth period [Free Choice Class]
You may have TWO free periods.[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] Don't be hatin' [/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Your best subject [if music tell which instrument] [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] Gimme gimme [/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] likes, at least ten.[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black]I think I'm gonna throw up[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] dislikes, at least ten.[/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] Did I mention...[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] Anything that wasn't mentioned. From tattoos and piercings to the need of glasses to allergies. [/color][/size]
[size=11][color=black] Bow down to me[/color][/size]
[size=10][color=postcolour] username [/color][/size][/center]
-intro rules skelly accepted time/date/weather/indoor/outdoor reserved open-
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:43 pm
Accepted Profiles-intro rules skelly accepted time/date/weather/indoor/outdoor reserved open-
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:31 pm
--reserved--
-intro rules skelly accepted time/date/weather/indoor/outdoor reserved open-
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 4:13 pm
Nicola grabbed her suitcases from the trunk of the taxi with not a little hesitation. Once the cab pulled away from the school, she would be stuck there until the end of the year, but if she got back in now, she could go back home, go back to the normal high school, go back to kids that asked her questions incessantly and asked her how to say words not worth mentioning in any one of the foreign languages that she knew. Art was better. With art she could say things without saying them. At this school, she would be able to send letters to friends in France and Russia and China without worrying that someone would take it away and try to read it. Not that it would make much sense, but still, personal property was personal property.
With the end of that thought, the taxi was turning into a small speck in the distance. Her choice had been made before she even realized it. She heaved a laden sigh and bumped the main doors open, dragging her suitcases behind her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 4:39 pm
Hunter swung her black canvas messenger bag over her shoulder, letting out a soft exclamation of annoyance when a white string from the embroidered design on the front flap caught momentarily just under nail, causing that momentary flare of stinging pain. Finger between her teeth to apply just enough pressure to let the paper cut worthy injury fade, she pointlessly tries sticking the rogue thread back in it's place before just rolling her eyes and yanking it out of the loose seam altogether.
Out of habit she reached down to the cellphone tucked into her jeans, unconsciously noting the time. 'Well, looks like I had a good half hour to burn before registration.' With a glance back at her bags and a small glare at the annoyance of them not being able to carry themselves, she finally gave in and heaved them up onto her shoulders before looking about for which direction she needed to go.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 4:52 pm
Allie had made it to the entrance of the school less then 20 minutes ago and she didn't feel like doing anything now. Currently she was sitting near the front entrance wondering what the school offered that was so important in her life besides choir. She had seen many new students getting out of their cars and looking the place over. Maybe I'll be able to make friends, she thought to herself with a nod and flashed a smile for all the world to see even though nobody was really paying attention to her. Her one purple rolly suitcase was beside her legs, her duffle back sitting on her lap almost hiding her from the world. Well, I'll try to make you proud mom and dad.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 5:16 pm
"Now, if I remember right... I want the third floor? Oh frick! Why does my memory have to blow out now when I need it most..." Hunter kept a constant line of mumbled curses as she once again let her bags drop to the ground so that she could rummage through the crummy bag that had assaulted her finger for the information packet she had gotten in the mail. With every passing second, she began to feel more and more ridiculous. This would be her third year after all, and she couldn't even remember how to get to the Junior Dorms?
She knew she had at least passed them once last year or something, it just wasn't coming to her now. "I am not asking for directions..." she stated louder than the rest of her mumbling, letting her pride get to her. These kind of occasions, first days and such, always drove Hunter crazy. They were always too disorganized and there were always so many people walking around. She paused in her search through her bag just long enough to to smother a giggle as an obviously foreign couple went breezing past her in a flurry of frustrated hand gestures and loud gibberish.
"I know I put it in here!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 5:42 pm
Allie had over heard someone screaming to herself...Art school kids are soo weird, she stated to herself but of course not out loud just incase anyone was paying attention to her. It seemed that the girl was a junior same as herself so incase she didn't find her little slip thing that told her where the dorms where she could always approach her and ask if she needed help. She had gotten a map of the school since she had transferred here and so that she wouldn't be late to any of her classes. Transferring school, let me tell ya it wasn't her thing but at least she already had her schedule and what not settled.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 6:17 pm
Nicola found her room with little issue. She was good at reading maps. Maps had been a very necessary part of her life. She could navigate whole countries by them, if necessary, and so why not a school, even if it was a large one? The Senior rooms seemed the least inhabited. She had a strange feeling that she would be one of only a handful of that proud class, but it didn't really disturb her. Less people to pull silly pranks designed only to embarrass and shock. She left the door of her room open in case anyone should pass by in need of help, and did what she always did when she moved to a new place. She looked for a place to set her laptop. It was her lifeline to the rest of the world. Often it was her only communication with her friends that lived oceans away. It would have to be in a place that wouldn't show the entire room when she talked to people via webcam, but it couldn't be so small of a view that they thought her in a closet, either. What a dilemma.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 9:35 pm
It normally took a lot of effort to get Hunter riled up, but the combination of the slightly warmer weather today, the extra people, the constant shouting of people trying to be heard over cars and across long distances... it just wasn't a good day for Hunter at all. She was not the type of girl who handled these situations well: she'd rather run away, hide, or just blow up at this point.
And then the miniature map that had been folded up in her planner slowly fluttered to the ground from some unknown recess inside her bag. She stood there for a moment staring at it, just knowing that stupid paper was mocking her right now. With a huff, she leaned over and snatched it up, grabbing her bags as well in the process.
She could only imagine how comical she looked - a pale, darkhaired beanpole like her carrying two duffel bags, a bowling ball carrier, a messenger bag slung across her front, all while dragging a trunk behind her and trying to unfold the stubborn piece of paper for directions to the Junior dorms. "This day is just not going to any better..." she muttered under her breath before slamming head on into a petite girl sitting by the front entrance to the school.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 2:14 pm
Allie had zoned out which was one of the signs of her being completely and utterly bored. And the thing that did snap her out of wherever she had just visited was a girl running into her. Damn did that hurt, I must stand next time I zone out. She thought to herself while getting up from the stoup of steps she had claimed as her own to help the other girl out. “I’m so sorry that I was in your way,” she said in a small voice cause she didn’t like talking to new people. Especially when they just ran into her like she wasn’t there. What am I ghost or something, stuff like this is always happening to me! She screamed in her head giving the girl a polite smile before acknowledging her as the girl that had been screaming to herself earlier. “Oh did you ever find that map thing all of us were givin?”
((the pic in my pro is of meh XDD))
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