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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:53 pm
This is the classroom for the Journalism Club.
Vivian Sinclair is the teacher sponsor for the club.
Angela and Misaki have a sort of joint presidency over the group.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:54 pm
Members:
Misaki Shinonome
Angela Tremaine
Aerin Fairchild
Kasie Harper
Nash Anderson
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:55 pm
Meeting Times And Activities:
--Meeting times are sporadic and often impromptu. They tend to meet during any free period the group can get together.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:21 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye... After hiding in her tree until she stopped crying--which was the remainder of fifth period, and a little beyond--Angela finally scurried down, decided she needed to at least go to the meeting for the journalism club since this information sort of pertained to their whole secret mission and all.
She did stop by the bathroom to wash her hands--which mostly just irritated the abrasions and made them look even more red and raw. She was thinking she may need to stop by the infirmary for something to dull the pain so she could at least sleep. They were aching horribly, as was her back. But, ignoring it as best as she could, she headed for the club room, hoping some of the others would show up.
More than anything, she wanted to get this club going so they could start secretly recruiting people to find out who all was working with Abel--and so they could stop them.Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:55 pm
 .:l Kasie Harper l:.
”All say, ‘How hard it is that we have to die’
- A strange complaint to come
It took Kasie a few tries before she could find the journalism club, or at least that's what she assumed when she finally found a classroom with a person in it. Said person turned out to be Angela. Hurray! On closer inspection, she didn't seem to be in the best of shape. Not yay. She didn't mean any offense about it though! She wanted to point out that Angela's hands made her wince at the sight of it, and that was it. She was certainly not implying that Angela was fat or anything because she wasn't. Okay, she needed to stop mentally flailing over that.
"Angela, what happened to your hands!?" Kasie asked with concern as she rushed over to the girl, allowing her to get an even closer look and... yeowch. "Forget the question. Let's just get you to the infirmary now."
From the mouths of people
Who have had to live.”
- Mark Twain
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 1:47 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye..."Oh...I just...took my frustration out on the wall a bit, that's all, Angela said, glancing down at her aching hands. "After, you know, taking it out on Abel's face and all that. I'd honestly prefer not to go down to the infirmary if it's all the same. I'm still rather uncomfortable in there after past experiences and all."
"I don't think anyone else is coming today so we should likely just adjourn for the time being and try again next time." She grabbed her things and started out before Kasie could attempt to drag her anywhere or get anyone's attention. "I think I'll just head into the city and get some bandages and things on my own."
"Perhaps some extremely powerful pain killers. Hey, I'll see you later, yeah? Don't worry about me!" She left quickly, heading down the halls at a near run because more than anything, she just wasn't up for talking about what happened. Not yet. Maybe when she was less likely to flip a desk and start beating up the walls again.
[exit to somewhere else]Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:17 pm
.:l Kasie Harper l:.
”All say, ‘How hard it is that we have to die’
- A strange complaint to come
Hold on. What!? Kasie frowned when she heard that Angela just pummeled Abel. Does that mean she confronted him already? What exactly did happen? Oh, snickerdoodles. Before she could even ask, Angela was already made her escape and was out the door. Drats.
Well, Angela could always tell her another time. Plus, she didn't seem like she was in the mood to blab judging by the way she bolted. If not, then Kasie was going to find her and pester her until she did!
Anyway, since it was getting rather lonely in this empty classroom, she made sure to hurry up on her exit too.
[ Exits ]
(( SHORT POST. 8D ))
From the mouths of people
Who have had to live.”
- Mark Twain
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 5:13 pm
Angela.Tremaine My heart is like the ocean, it gets in the way
So close to touching freedom, then I hear the guards call my name...
After first period, Angela left quickly heading for the journalism club room. When she arrived, no one else was there yet but she took her things and carried them to a table, dumping them. She figured she'd introduce the seven mysteries article series today and talk to the team (such as it were) about recruiting some new people.
And then...and then they'd start snooping. Or some of them would anyway. The ones they didn't know or couldn't trust would think they were just writing an artcle. They would be the cover for the rest of the group.
Hopefully, though, people would actually show up today.You can say it one more time, what you don't like,
Let me hear it one more time, then have a seat while I take to the sky.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 9:58 pm
 .:l Kasie Harper l:.
”All say, ‘How hard it is that we have to die’
- A strange complaint to come
Okay, Kasie could admit that she was a horrible prefect by this point. She was such a bad student for missing out on so much class, but she had to admit that she was at least doing better than some other prefects that were around or more like never. But! But! But! If she was to say that she was doing club activities, that made a perfectly legit excuse! And so, she raced over there, hoping to be the first one there in order to pretend that she was there all this time, but Angela beat her to the punch.
"Hi, Angela. I, er, was here the whole time, and I totally didn't skip class. Anywaaaaay, what's... up?"
From the mouths of people
Who have had to live.”
- Mark Twain
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 10:28 pm
Angela.Tremaine My heart is like the ocean, it gets in the way
So close to touching freedom, then I hear the guards call my name...
"Oh, right. Well it's good to know you didn't skip class," Angela said, smirking. "Though, I didn't actually ask about that. But hey, it looks like it's just us again. I think I'm going to have to make an announcement about skipping out on club meetings and how I'm going to kick everyone's arse if they keep doing it."
"But anyway, I decided we're going to do a series of articles about the seven mysteries of the school. It'll be a good way to let us get all over the school and keep an eye on things."
"And any other members we get won't have to know what we're really up to," she added hurriedly, in a hushed tone.
Continuing in her normal voice, she said. "I've made a list of the 'mysteries' we'll be investigating." She handed Kasie a sheet of paper. "If you think we should replace any with something else, just let me know."
You can say it one more time, what you don't like,
Let me hear it one more time, then have a seat while I take to the sky.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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