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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:14 am
Sarias was having a bad day. Not only had her fun been cut short from the maul but she now had to attend too mountains of homework she had to finish, no exceptions. It didn't help that exams were closing in. Her chance to move up the scale and dispatch herself from the pathetic fools that graced Year One. It was a shame to be seen on the same level of them. It would never, never do. So stress was indeed her companion today. It feed her, breathed her in and then spat her right out again and she was no coping. Correction. Anyone in a 5mile radius would not be coping, it was wise to avoid the ghoul this day.
As she made her way towards the library every look, every stare, every growl that emitted itself from her form spoke volumes as students scattered. The braver ones staying put had a face full of smoke tendrils to deal with as they slapped everything in their sight, cutting into the wood work and wallpaper as she stormed her way through. She wouldn't have chosen the library if she didn't have too, yet it contained a thesis on the Solar moon cycles on the Aconite herb. It was one of the tamer herbs she knew off but either way a three thousand word essay on its effects into Gremlurk healing was being demanded from her. She needed to make sure it was at least six thousand for extra credit.
Once reaching her destination she found a seat (as far away from everyone else as she could) and opened her books, her tendrils grabbing one or two of the shelves just behind her as she prepared her station to work. If she was cold before it seemed now to make the room chill that little bit further in her anger. She was not in the mood.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 7:19 am
Petro was in the library, trying to get some studying done himself. This time, he was alone, without Sheridan around to help guide and tutor him in his academics. Needless to say, the horse boil was having a difficult time. His square-root brows were knitted together as he concentrated at the text before him, brown eyes darting from the book, to his notes, and back. He vowed to himself he would figure this out all on his own. As much as he would have wanted to simply ask for help from his friend, there was that pride of his.
Plus, what would his mama say if she found out he couldn't do his schoolwork on his own? She'd be ashamed and embarrassed of him! And she'd be so sad and disappointed and dishonored and-
SNAP!
The horse boil hadn't realized just how hard he'd been holding onto his pencil and accidentally snapped the wood. "Ay, leche," he muttered beneath his breath. Maybe the library had a sharpener handy. As he rose from his seat, the chair's leg scraped noisily against the floor. He winced at the sound, and wouldn't be surprised if it had disturbed the other students present.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:52 am
And disturbed it did. If the snapping of the pencil hasn't distracted Sarias the scrapping of the chair finished the job as she slammed her open book closed, murderous eyes flared over at the beast. They calmed if only for a second when she realised it was Petro...although her tendrils may have found their way round his limbs in subconscious rage. She slowly let go while keeping the tone of her voice threatening.
"Petro....heh, why are you not completing my roller derby boil? I didn't think beast like you could think past manual labour?" She sneered as she looked over at his books, his notes scribbled with corrections and eraser markings.
"I was right, you cant think past manual labour by the looks of those answers. I would help but... i just dont want too...but...you are a welcomed distraction, i guess. So...anything interesting in your pathetic life horse?" The forced interest just shone through like a bad smell. This was as good as it would get.
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