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 Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:14 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 4:44 pm
 Anders Couswell Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters Anders carried in a large piece of canvas along with his briefcase. He had the perfect project to start with all of his students today and he didn't want to waste anytime. He even set aside the picture he was working on earlier. He glanced at the clock as he set the canvas on the table. It was almost time to start teaching. Now that he had a moment for himself, though, he had a chance to look around his classroom. One side of the room contained only windows overlooking a part of the campus, especially the trees, while the rest of the walls were painted a sky blue. Easels were scattered all over the room in front of seats pointing towards the front.
Anders sat behind the teacher's desk, taking his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose. No students so far, so he didn't have to worry about walking around and running into objects that shouldn't be there. He leaned back in his seat and blankly stared at the ceiling, leaving his glasses off. A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 5:37 pm
Penelope
Penelope timidly stuck her head into the art classroom. There was... no one there. Except for a person she assumed to be the teacher. That was probably for the best actually. With less people in the room, there would be less people to watch her enter, which meant there would be less of a chance of her making an utter fool of herself in some embarrassing way while trying to find her seat.
She hesitantly entered the room, grazing the door frame with her shoulder in the process. The teacher looked like he was... sleeping? No, his eyes were open, but he was just staring at the ceiling. Obviously he wasn't expecting anyone, so maybe she was early? She didn't think she was early but maybe her clock was off, and she didn't want to have to bother the teacher with her presence before it was absolutely necessary... for his sake at least.
She looked to the petite watch on a thin silver chain wrapped around her left wrist, double checking the time. Well it seemed right... maybe. She tugged on the hem of her skirt, fidgeting hesitantly before finally mustering up the courage to say something. "A..." she squeaked, stopping and blushing at how stupid of a sound she had made. "A...ahem. a-am I... too... I'm not early... am I? I mean, I could always... I can come back later... if I'm too early."
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 6:09 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
Peter arrived at art on time--a miracle in itself. He had a feeling this class was going to be entertaining if, for no other reason, just because he had no artistic talent whatsoever, and no real intent to pick any up while here.
"Has there ever been a teacher, anywhere, to get mad because their students were early to class?" Peter asked, heading toward the back to take a seat. He paused and glanced back at Penny. "Seriously, I want to know. This is my first time in a real school and I've no idea what kinds of things piss teachers off."
Not that he wanted to know just so he could do them on purpose or anything like that. No really, he didn't. Peter almost never upset people on purpose. It was just an amusing side effect of being an honest cynic.All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 8:17 am
JERICHO STEPHEN "EROS" STUART "Age doesn't matter!.. Height does!" __________________________________  First day of class, first day going to school, first time meeting all of his classmates..
Finally a decent block room not made of nipa and wood. Not to mention all were fresh bathed and not soaked by sweat.. Ahh~~ he never felt so excited. All were brand new to him.. Even this kind of way, clothe in uniform and such.. But of course he needs to establish an impression.. Being friendly and ready to face his lessons-- That's it! He needs to do an extra mile and study hard! so his mom will be sooo proud of him..
Now.. something to impress and a start making new friends,since he's a native from the mountains.. Eros grinned and soon as he reached the door, the little boy positions himself..
This is it!
And so Eros kicked the door open and...."Yooooooooodelei hihoooooo!" And started to do a tribal dance hoping and leaping across the room before he paused, flashing out a smile.. "Mooga mooga hooga! Eros ponchwayla chiririkik bukik ik ik ik.. Bobuchichang.. hik hik! " Speaking his dialect as an entrance..__________________________________ ((I don't have any idea what he's talking about xDD anyway its a blabbering of words.. Like a nonesense greeting xDDD))
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 12:08 pm
Anders Couswell Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters Anders heard a voice and swiveled his chair around towards the door. He could see a red blur standing in the doorway, and the voice sounded feminine and nervous. "You're just in time," he said, swiveling back to the desk and cleaning off his glasses. He heard another voice come into the room, his sarcastic tone a little too familiar. It reminded him of the anemic-boy from earlier, the one that called him 'Mr. Fat Pigeon'. There's no way someone like that's in my class. He doesn't have the intelligence to be in here. He came pretty close to laughing at his thoughts until he put his glasses back on. He looked up to see a red haired girl standing off to the side and the anemic-boy sitting in the back of the classroom. S**t. He chuckled lightly and grabbed a pencil, twirling it between his hands.
"So you would like to know what pisses teachers off, do you? How about calling them Mr. Fat Pigeon, breaking their paint brush, and throwing a used tissue on them?" He asked, giving Peter a strained smile. The pencil snapped in half in his hands, making him look down in surprise. Huh. He tossed the two pieces into the trash and stood, adjusting his glasses. "Since there's already two of you, I can sta--" CRASH! A strange creature entered the room and danced around while talking in some strange language. He got a closer look to see the creature was a small boy. ... the hell?" Was all he could say while he glared at the strange child dancing around for several seconds and grabbed the back of the boy's shirt collar, holding him up in the air. "You're in the wrong place. The zoo's that way." He pointed at the doorway. Also, he didn't realize the school let elementary children into the Academy. "How old are you?" His eyes strayed from the kid to the red haired girl. "It's okay for you to come in. Pick where ever you want to sit." Anders gave the girl his usual smirk and returned his attention back to the shorty. A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 4:30 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine."Ooooh," Peter said, sardonically. "That's how you do it. I'll keep that in mind Mr. Fat Pigeon. Oh wait. You mean that isn't your name?"
And then they were joined by a monkey in the guise of a boy. Peter watched with a confused mixture of scorn and amusement. What the hell was that? He'd met some weird people on the streets but he sort of expected to civilized people to be, well, civilized. He smirked as he watched Anders deal with the creature.
"Just be careful, professor. That sounded like it could have been a mating call. The rest of the herd may be here any moment."All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:56 pm
Penelope
Penelope blushed slightly. The boy did bring up a good point. It was a stupid question, but if she was a teacher she knew that she'd probably want a moment between classes without students around to collect herself... then again, this was the first class of the day anyways so... back to being a stupid question. "I-I... Ah!" She started to attempt to answer the boy when a loud noise nearby caused her to squeak in surprise. Some other boy had just kicked his way into the room and started spouting utter gibberish. An action quickly rebuked by the teacher, though that was to be expected honestly. What wasn't quite expected was when the teacher picked the new boy up by his shirt collar. He must have been quite strong, impressive really.
"A-ah... yes. Okay..." She blinked, snapping out of her reverie and heading towards the nearest desk, where she sat down quietly. The day was already turning out to be quite eventful. She wondered if the rest of her classmates were going to be this... interesting. Frankly, she wasn't sure if her disposition would be able to take that.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 2:33 pm
JERICHO STEPHEN "EROS" STUART "Age doesn't matter!.. Height does!" __________________________________ They will be impressed! really! he elt like a tourist.. Unfamiliar and getting to know more about the people in here and traditions.. Well, that's how he greet back at the mountains.. Danc--- Ikk!!
The teacher suddenly grabbed his collar and lifted him! And talking about age?! Isn't Obvious?! Eros starts to struggle, kicking his way out from his clutches! "I'm 16! What do you think I am here for?!" Is this teacher dumb?!! Are the teachers here are all dumb?! Does he have to fret all the time that he's 16!?
"Put me down!"Next time he would definitely wear an ID band telling he's 16!! Gaaaa------- Eros accidentally hit Anders groin while kicking.. Oh man! He didn't mean it! __________________________________ (( emotion_awesome ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 3:34 pm
“ I'll slap you so f*cking hard it'll feel like you kissed a f*cking freight train... ”  XXXDamyen ReedXXX
☆ XXTranscending TimeXX
☆ XXEternal LifeXX xXxSlipping into the room as was possible for him, Damyen found himself a quiet little corner away from everyone else in the room without a word. He'd stopped outside of the classroom and spent a few minutes laughing in the hallway from the yodelayheehoo that came from the room along with a bunch of gibberish as well as the comment of it being a mating call. This school might not be all that bad. There were people even weirder than he was and at least one with a sense of humor even though he recognized the "mating call" comment came from the Weird Food Addict.
xXxGlancing briefly around the room from his corner, he saw Penelope and inwardly sighed. One person he actually knew the name to whereas the others were Weird Food Addict(Peter), Mr. Fat Pigeon - supposedly(Anders)- and the Talking Monkey(Eros). Quickly removing the one headphone in his left ear, he remained quiet in the back of the room while wrapping the cord around his iPod and hiding it in his pocket again. Would the teacher be mad if he told him that music inspired him to do things? It wasn't a lie, but schools were against things like iPods and cellphones in class.
xXxSighing lightly, he started tapping his fingers against his knees as he waited for the drama to end and class to start up. He wasn't here to speak mating calls or make up nicknames for people since he didn't know their names. He was there mostly to learn how to read sheet music. That was his main concern considering it was one of his biggest flaws. The other things the school was teaching was more like his extracurricular activities. It sounded weird in his head, but it was how he pictured things. If he couldn't read a lick of sheet music, how could he become a musician? Being a mechanic was a back up in case he shouldn't become a famous musician. If that failed as well, he'd just join the army and study criminal justice to become a forensic scientist. Those were his fields of interest and everything else was... He didn't think he could do anything besides those things due to his claustrophobia and just simply disliking psychiatry. He'd be mean to his patients by telling them to quit crying and calling them a big baby or a namby pamby.
XXX
☆ XXThe Story Never EndsXX
☆ XXLove Never DiesXX {( OOC ;; ~ )}
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 4:08 pm
Anders Couswell Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters Anders glared at Peter, twitching his eyebrows from frustration. He had a special plan for this brat. "The name's Cous- HFGJKHJL!!" His grasp on the kid's collar loosened as he dropped to the floor in a fetal position. The kid had the guts to kick him in the groin! Clever, but painful. Now he had two kids on his hit list. He didn't remember the rules saying it wasn't okay to send unruly teens to a different dimension. Hmm, he'll have to look that up later. "Go... sit... over... there..." He uttered out, taking the time to move one of his hands away and pointed at the desk in the front row. Several twitches later, Anders reached out and dragged himself to the teachers desk, pulling himself into the chair. He coughed into his fist to get everyone's attention.
"Let's start over. I'm Professor Couswell, your art teacher." Anders grimaced while talking. It hurt so much! Damn that shrimp! "Now that some of you are here, we can start the class. First want all of you to introduce yourselves. Once that's done, come up here and begin drawing on the canvas here." He reached over -Pain! - and held up the giant canvas he brought in earlier. "Draw whatever you want. Something that's on your mind, your biggest dream, anything like that. Whatever it is, just put it on here." He scanned the room carefully. Three boys, one girl. Damn. He set his eyes on the only girl in the classroom. "Why don't we start with you?" He asked, giving her a sly smile.
OOC: Ah, the chaos. Who doesn't love it? emotion_awesome A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 7:38 pm
Penelope
Penelope flinched as Professor Couswell hit the floor. Fortunately, he didn't stay there long, not even long enough for her to muster up the courage to ask if he was okay. Instead, he managed to drag himself up into his chair and begin the class. It showed an impressive level of determination really. She didn't think, if she was a man who had been hit in the same way that he had, she would have been able to recover quite so quickly. Or maybe she would. She honestly didn't have any sort of experience to back up her theory.
She froze as Professor Couswell's attention focused on her. "...M-me?" She asked shakily. He wanted her to... introduce herself, then draw something in front of the ENTIRE class? It didn't really matter that the class currently only consisted of three other people, the prospect nearly made her panic. "I-... ah... My... right." She stood quickly, accidentally knocking her knee on the edge of her desk in the process. "Ow!... Um, sorry" She felt tall and klutzy, standing as she was. "I'm... Penelope... Mikelovitch. Penelope Mikelovitch is ah... is my name I mean." She shifted her weight uncomfortably, unsure if she was supposed to wait for everyone else to introduce themselves, or if she was supposed to go draw something now. "Nice to... to meet you all... or everyone, that is."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:04 pm
Peter Whitney Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine.
"Cous-HFGJKHJL?" Peter asked. "Fat Pigeon is easier to pronounce. I think I'll stick with that." He slumped in his seat wishing he had something to eat--then he'd have dinner and a show since, apparently, the monkey and the teacher were doing some sort of slap stick comedy routine at the front of the class.
And they were going to have to draw? Peter had no idea what he should draw--his biggest dream? What did that even mean? He didn't really have any particular aspirations or goals or anything like that. What was on his mind?
He wasn't sure how he could draw what you got when you crossed a monkey with a fat pigeon. Oh wait. Wouldn't you just get one of those creepy winged monkeys from that one show with the scarecrow and the tin man? It wasn't like he was good at drawing anyway--everything he drew came out looking like a hamburger or a phallus anyway.
He watched as the comedy routine ended and Penelope bumbled her way through her introduction. He wondered if the girl knew how to speak without stumbling over her words. It might have been a cute trait if it wasn't so annoying. By the time she finally gotten to the end of her sentences, he'd already lost interest in whatever she was supposed to be saying. He'd started zoning out by the second 'ah.'
Mmmr. Why couldn't people be just...people. With all their bashfulness and anger and fumbling and bumbling and angst and...it was just irritating. He didn't understand why interactions had to be filled with so much drama. Really. What was so difficult about saying hello? It wasn't as if they were going to start throwing things at her because they didn't like her name. Though now that he'd thought of it, he sort of wanted to chuck a paintbrush at her just to see what she would do...All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
Will slowly, gently fall apart, 'til the world is right.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:20 pm
“ I'll slap you so f*cking hard it'll feel like you kissed a f*cking freight train... ” XXXDamyen ReedXXX
☆ XXTranscending TimeXX
☆ XXEternal LifeXX xXxJust as soon as the teacher was about to state his name, it happened. The Talking Monkey(Eros) managed to land a foot straight into the teacher's groin and made a snort come from Damyen who quickly slapped a hand over his mouth in order to attempt to stop the laughter. It was failing miserably as his laughter was coming out muffled and was visible through the way his body seemed to move. Fortunately enough, he managed to stop laughing by the time the teacher managed to pull himself out of lying on the floor. While he managed to stop laughing, however, he was still snickering in the back of the classroom as his eyes seemed to tell that he was still in pain. Was it allowed for Damyen to just remain hidden in the corner?
xXxApparently not. The teacher then requested that they introduce themselves to the class and then draw a picture for him on his extremely large canvas. Of course it was more like a "you will do it or else" kind of request and made Damyen twitch slightly. He'd do a quick introduction and move on to drawing as the last person of the class. Simple as that. It sounded easy... At least until the teacher chose to start picking the person who'd introduce themselves first. And that started up a soft, barely audible nervous laughter from him. He was gonna die in this school wasn't he?
xXxShifting in his seat slightly, he sank down in his seat a bit in the hopes that the teacher would ignore him completely. He'd already shifted into taking slower breaths and the start of nervous laughter, the room just seeming to grow smaller. So the classroom couldn't see, he started rubbing his fingers against the front of his wrists as he awaited for the inevitable; him sounding like a weirdo. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Mikelovitch,” he partly snickered, partly mumbled from where he sat while hoping that the laughing would end soon. If homeschooling had better tactics to reading sheet music, he'd have used it instead of coming to a school with multiple people. Unfortunately for him, he'd tried their methods and it didn't help him. At all.
XXX
☆ XXThe Story Never EndsXX
☆ XXLove Never DiesXX {( OOC ;; I love chaos~ )}
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 8:40 pm
 Robin Skelton I'm not calling you a liar
Just don't lie to me Robin ran/jogged down the hallways towards her class. She didn't realize what time it was until after the meeting was over. Curses! She reached the doorway, which was wide open. She stopped several feet from it, pressing herself against the wall and peeking in. She noticed the teacher from the meeting, but she couldn't get a good glimpse of who was talking. It sounded like... Penelope? Her ears picked up the stutter quickly. She waited a few more seconds before entering the room. I'm not calling you a thief
Just don't steal from me Robin glided through the room, taking the desk next to Penelope. On her way in she got a glimpse of the others. Damyen, the extremely skinny guy, and... the monkey. She had to control the urge to stand up and shout 'You!' when she spotted him. He sat in the very front row, looking a little disheveled. Once the class is over, she'll fix that little problem.... I'm not calling you a ghost
Just stop haunting me She felt a cold glare from the front of the room and looked up to see the teacher staring at her. He noticed her! Crap! Her back went rigid, making her sit straighter. "I'm sorry I'm late," she started, feeling flustered. "Student Council duties...." And I love you so much
I'm gonna let you
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