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 Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 10:51 am
((This is where the RP for the Tower will be, when I get a student or two.... *taps foot on the ground* And I won't be posting quite yet, I'd like a couple of students to post in a classroom before Deena makes her appearance.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 4:18 pm
That morning, Van Russel Russo, self proclaimed Agent of Fortune (in training) had earned no less than twenty dollars by simply sitting on his a** instead of getting ready for class. By purposely being late, and watching his roommate 'accidentally' drop their bag on the way out the door and pick it up and run off in a hurry, Van Russel had acquired his roommate's wallet and tossed it on his friend's bed.
It just so happened that a few bills had tumbled out, and finder's-keeper's after all, right? Right! Besides, it also functioned as a reward for noticing the poor guy had almost gotten his wallet lost and robbed in the first place!
Throughout the day, Van Russel happened to be prepared for a pop quiz, scored a free soda as a gift from this totally hot chick who had gotten two out of the vending machine (in gratitude, he had given her his cell number, and she, hers), and had noticed a scoring mistake on a test that bumped his grade up five points and subsequently, the grades of everyone who circled B for item 27. The a*****e who sat in the row behind him failed said test. The hot chick was waiting for him at the fountain in the South Courtyard after classes were over for the day, and well...
Needless to say, Van Russel Russo was a lucky, lucky, b*****d.
Until, at least, the school's fire alarm was pulled, and all the student and faculty had to evacuate, as per emergency procedures. Turned out the hot chick was the visiting sister of a*****e, too.
And thus, Van Russel, the lucky b*****d, was left lying on the bricks, stifling the blood flow from his nose and lip with a white scarf.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 4:28 pm
Courtney was walking back to her Advanced Alchemy class after the fire drill, her nose buried in a book. It was an interesting chapter on the properties of Silver, Gold, Diamonds, and their applications to today’s modern societal structure. So intent was she upon her book that she did not notice the boy on the ground until she nearly tripped over him. As it was, she had to run to keep her balance. Turning around, she merely looked at him. ”I’m sorry,” she apologized, ”I didn’t see you. Oh! You’re bleeding… do you need any help?”
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 4:42 pm
"Oof!" Van Russel groaned as someone kicked him, and he rolled over pitifully, curled up and had his arms shielding his face, in case his assailant decided to go for his precious, beautiful face. He didn't realize it was a girl, until she spoke, and he heard her voice. He looked up at her, his blood-stained white scarf pressed up to his face by the crook of his elbow.
He pushed himself up and then stood up. He was a tall and thin young man, no match in a brawl. Van Russel's hair was jet black, and his eyes were a dark gray-green. And his skin, usually clear and clean, was was smeared with blood, and showing an ugly bruise, or two or four.
His mind was not on the pain though. It was on the pretty girl standing before him (Score!), and his revenge.
"I'm going to need," he said in all seriousness, "Change for the laundry machines, non-chlorine bleach, chlorine bleach, a bucket, some worms, and wasabi. But... some help from a lovely lady would be nice too." He loped over to the fountain's edge, and sat down before his legs decided that they might rebel. The after-effects of adrenaline were disagreeable.
"... Hi," he uttered ever-so-eloquently.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 4:49 pm
Courtney gave him the same look she gave her specimens before she dissected them. "What?!" she asked in a surprised tone, "Why on Earth would you need those? If you want them so badly, I suppose you can buy them yourself," she said with a smirk, tilting her head to the side. "... I would get cleaned up before you execute your diabolical scheme. Everyone loves a cleanly prankster. I assume it is you that I have to thank for the fire drill?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 4:58 pm
"Nooo...." Van Russel defended himself, glancing shiftily to the other students left meandering outside. It was a nice, sunny day. No clouds though, which was a shame. Van Russel liked clouds, they were his earliest memory.
"I don't NEED-need them, but... it'd be nice, for my plan," he admitted. He looked back to the girl. She was very good-looking, he decided. Not uber-hot like a*****e's sister, but definitely pretty. An 8, perhaps.
He yanked on his scarf, and it unraveled from around his neck. Without it, the damage was a little more visible - his whole lower face was oozing blood. It wasn't as bad as it looked though. Van Russel was still talking clearly.
"Hey, that fire drill had nothing to do with me. I think." He measured his words carefully, allowing for maximum suspense. "I might have had a part in it, but I didn't pull it... I just make things happen."
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:06 pm
"You 'just make things happen'?" she quoted with a smile. Rolling her eyes, she took stock of his injuries. "In Advanced Alchemy we have most of the stuff you asked me for. I also have some stuff that will heal your cuts and stop the bleeding. If you come back to class with me, I can get you what you need." She agreed to help him mostly because she was curious as to what he needed with all these things.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:15 pm
Van Russel smiled, his teeth stained with his blood, and one of them looked suspiciously like it was loose. "That would be very much appreciated, milady," he quipped graciously, and bowed deeply. While he was down there, he grabbed his scarf of the brick pavement.
"And while we're there, if you so desire to learn how I make things happen..." He trailed off, leaving his suggestion hanging in midair.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:26 pm
Courtney couldn’t help but roll her eyes. ”Can it, Casanova,” she called over her shoulder as she began to walk towards the school, ”Or I might change my mind. The name’s Courtney, by the way. Courtney Flamel Barlow.” She loved the way her name sounded, and was proud to be a Flamel.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:37 pm
He chuckled, and followed her. Despite being punched in the face, he felt pretty good right now. Lucky, even. Of course, luck could be a b***h, but... that was besides the point. For the most part, it was a little fuzzy kitten, nipping food from his outstretched hand, making a bed on his lap, and purring when he played with it. A little n** from Luck never hurt in the long run.
Van Russel draped the scarf over his shoulders, and grinned as he introduced himself. Courtney wouldn't be able to see with her back turned, but he was grinning all the same. "Van Russel Russo, at your service!" The way he emphasized his name, it sounded musical - Van Rus-SEL Rus-SO. "Casanova works too, though." Hell, she could call him whatever she liked!
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 5:52 pm
Courtney rolled her eyes. They were inside the school now, and within a few short minutes, at the door to her classroom. Apparently, most kids (and the teacher for that matter!), seemed to be taking their sweet time getting back to class. Sighing, she went to the supply closet and placed all the items he had asked for on the table behind her.
She then turned around, and placed her back next to her chair. "Sit," she commanded, pointing to the chair. "If I'm going to heal you, you need to be sitting down Casanova."
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:00 pm
"Fine, fine," he said, as he complied and sat down. "Whatever milady wishes, of course." Courtney was gorgeous when she rolled her eyes, he decided. It was indicative that she didn't like him flirting with her.. which meant she wasn't interested in him. Which meant, he had to work for this. A challenge! Van Russel was definitely going to ask her out. In fact, he still had that twenty dollars! Plenty enough for two cups of coffee and some pastries.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:10 pm
Courtney gently placed her hands on the side of his face, tilting it gently this way and that, trying to determine which spells would suffice. He had bruising, cuts of varying depths, scrapes, and a loose tooth by the look of it. Calling upon her vast knowledge of various poultices, spells, and incantations, she began to chant softly.
A silvery mist stemmed from her fingers as she gently touched each wound, and the smell of vanilla permeated the air. The bleeding stopped, and then new skin stretched across the cuts. Lastly, she turned to the loose tooth. She gently placed her fingers over his lips, almost as if shushing him. She muttered a different incantation for the tooth, but it was soon back in its proper place.
Pleased with her handiwork, she went to the sink and grabbed a wet towel. She handed it to him with a sarcastic smile. "You still look like you committed murder. Wipe off the blood, won't you?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:23 pm
That... was thrilling, frankly. Van Russel had been with a lot of girls, but only a few had ever successfully given him that tingly lofty feeling in his chest. Oh yes. Yes, yes. I'm going to make you my girl somehow, he decided. At least he had the decency to keep himself from losing his composure in front of her. There was no way he could reveal a weakness this soon in the game.
But man, when Courtney smiled, even though she was being sarcastic and scathing... Van Russel liked it. And he had known her for what... twenty, thirty minutes now?
"Thank you muchly," he quipped, and took the towel. His voice was a bit muffled as he was wiping off his face, but he could still be made out - "Casanova the Murde - no, the Ender of Lives. I like that better."
He looked up, his face significantly blood-free and the towel not so much. "Has a different ring than Van Russel, He Who Makes Things Happen, don't you think?"
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