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 Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 4:06 pm
 Bonjour~ I am Inna Cavalier, your new Latin teacher. Do not be fooled by my French accent, I am quite fluent in the beautiful language of Latin. Oh, and if a gorgeous man by the name of Nightshade appears in the class, please, don't hesitate to leave~
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 11:46 am
Ryujin walks in with a silence that feels as heavy as the sky. looks at the teacher and says- Obviam placet vos. Ego sum Ryujin. He takes his seat.
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Pure T0rture Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 10:55 pm
Giving a sniff as she appeared in the classroom, Snow looked around frantically. "I-inna!! Inna are you here...?!?!" she sniffed, holding tightly to the skirt of her nurse's uniform.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 2:28 am
 xXxXxLurtz “Vallyne” Allÿwar xXxStepping as quietly as possible, which was surprisingly quieter than most would hear, a male figure seated himself in the back corner of the room only to sink down pretty low in his chair. He never once raised his gaze from the ground, or his lap as of now, although part of him wanted to see who all was in the same room with him. He didn't even seem to dare utter a word to those in the room. Briefly glancing at his schedule, he realized he wasn't supposed to be here yet. This class was for tomorrow.
xXxStanding back up, he shuffled silently back out the door with his bag over his shoulder. He hated schools, but if he didn't attend this one his entire family would be severely ticked off at him. At least they gave him the choice of art or vocals class in which he chose art. No one seemed to care to listen to him so vocals class would be a waste of time.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 2:39 pm
 « Fox Vetyl »After having left what he already started to consider one of the most worthless classes, Fox found himself a quiet classroom to seat himself in and slid in a set of headphones. Letting the loud music start up in his ears, he started on what that fruitcake of a psychology teacher had asked them to do for homework. He started out with a pencil in which he doodled the image of a wolf with pawprints leading through the ground behind it. He then shook his head slightly and started up a new image on a different piece of paper in his sketchpad. What did he see himself as? Why did that seem so easy and yet so difficult? Flipping the page again, he started just writing down words that described him that came to mind. He'd been alone for so long that it just seemed natural to remain as such. Pausing after having written down his list, he started to tap his pencil against his sketchpad and softly start singing along with I Cry by Flo Rida as it played from his headphones. In the end, he made a collage of images that he felt described him. The lone wolf treading through the snow, the boy standing by the wall as shadows of many other people just passed by like he didn't exist, the fish in the water watching as birds passed overhead... How nice to see that he'd ended up drawing such an elaborate piece... He should've just drawn a freckle on an arse instead. Oh well. He finally settled on how he felt on the inside. Whether anyone actually understood his feelings through the sketch was their business. How he was psychoanalyzed was whatever people wanted to label him as and he could care less what they thought. {( Out.Of.Control: ~ )}
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 9:16 pm
Reginald Megumi What's wrong with me?
This was perhaps the twelfth time Reginald had asked himself this question mentally - or very well vocally - this hour. The total number of how many times he had asked himself this today or the past month was staggering, too many times to keep track.
Paying no attention to the rather silent man in the room, Reginald glumly walked to the closest empty desk and sagged in it. He habitually brought a hand to his neck and rubbed the long healed area where his brother bit him; it was not a sexual act, just a vampire move so he could recover from a wound. However - Reginald bit his lip and narrowed his eyes guiltily - it felt sexual.
Ugh! What's wrong with me!
Thirteen.
Whenever thoughts of his brother came to mind, Reginald found himself in a very real flashback where his brother sucked blood out from his wrist and neck. A usual vampiric move, but never had it felt so.... so good! So indeed, what was wrong with Reginald? Did he have feelings for his brother? Did his brother just accidentally bite into a sensitive spot on his neck (For he knew there were many pleasurable spots there)?
And what of Lilly? Oh Lilly... She was so beautiful, so sweet... He couldn't look her in the eye ever since that incident with his brother, and the same applied with his brother. Whenever the three were around, Reginald would notice his brother get short-tempered and very cranky until he stormed off for any kind of reason. Poor Lilly, she felt it was all her fault and ran off somewhere.
Reginald groaned, "What's wrong with me?" and let his forehead fall onto his desk.
Fourteen.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 10:41 pm
 Riona Mercilia oOoOoOoOoOo
I walked inside, not minding everyone, even the teacher. I sat at the back, so I won't be making any trouble or noise. "I must have attended Art class." I mumbled softly to myself. I looked around, and nothing important. There's no one I know.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 11:19 pm
╔═══════Yato Mosma ═══════╗Yato sleeply walked into the room noticing only one person he knew. Atma, the girl he liked. He would blush smiling to himself as he walked over to her and sat down lightly "Hello cutie, I didnt think you would be in Latin Class" He would look around the room as he spoke quietly. He didnt want to get in trouble the first day. He would look at the teacher then the other students and finally back to Atma.╚═══════The Demonic Flirt═══════╝
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 11:26 pm
Riona Mercilia oOoOoOoOoOo
I smiled to him. "Hey Yato." I greeted him with my sweet smile. I can feel my cheeks are hot, means to say I am blushing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 10:30 pm
« Fox Vetyl »When Fox had noticed other people entering, or more like after he was already into the song In the Shadows by The Rasmus, he shut his mouth and could feel his face heating up. He got stage fright easily and considering he'd been singing along with the music from his headphones, he was probably singing along in an off-key tone of voice. He could almost die. Unfortunately he caught the blonde haired male smacking his head against his desk and so he became curious. Removing one headphone, he reached over and poked the blonde on the neck although he'd been aiming for his arm. What he then remembered was his claws were out thanks to his irritation from the other classroom. That just made him want to smack his own head against the desk, but knowing his luck he would just miss the desk and faceplant into the floor. " Er... Sorry... I'm not quite wearing my glasses right now... I was aiming for your arm," he murmured while digging his glasses out of his pocket again. After sliding on his glasses, he raised an eyebrow at Reginald. " You alright?" {( Out.Of.Control: ~ )}
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Dantes_river Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:50 pm
Feeling something sharp jab his neck, Reginald squeaked and quickly sat up. Okay, that flashback was a little too real. Rubbing his neck, the young man tried his darnedest to get his mind off such.... distractions, and fortunately for him that came in the form of a flustered-looking boy besides him.
Wait, arm? Oh, so it wasn't a memory, it was just this guy trying to poke him. He watched the man put glasses on his face and waited for him patiently before hearing his next question. "Huh?" he asked, suddenly feeling paranoid. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why? Do I look sick? Heh... Hehehe....." he chuckled nervously and tugged at his shirt collar.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:29 pm
« Fox Vetyl »Seeing the other male starting to sweat bullets, figuratively speaking, Fox slightly shook his head while giving a soft chuckle and brief half-smile. " No, nothing like that. It's just... You came in looking so very distracted, touching your neck like you were just attacked by a vampire and then smacked your head against the desk. I was just wondering if you were just having as much of a bad day as I am that lead you to do such a thing," he responded while starting to slide his psychology homework in his notebook one picture at a time. It probably wasn't a good idea to have such dark, lonely and probably morbid images sketched out in collages for a psychology class, but he didn't quite care. It wasn't like his luck would change any if he went to some quack labelling him as being severely depressed or mentally unstable. " You can relax. If it's personal, you don't have to tell me about it. I was just making sure you were alright after doing that. Vampires are highly common and very seductive creatures, similar to that of a succubus, incubus or animalistic being during mating season..." The spirit wolf slightly lifted his hand to where he could rub the tip of the wolf ears flattened on top of his head while briefly shifting his gaze away at the comment. Why'd he even have to open his mouth and say anything like that? Sinking slightly in his chair, he continued fidgeting with his ear while never noticing the sharp pain on his tailbone from an old scar. {( Out.Of.Control: ~ )}
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Dantes_river Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 1:31 pm
╔═══════Yato Mosma ═══════╗Yato would watch the display then chuckle lightly to himself. He would then look back at Atma. He notices her blushing cheeks and smiles lightly "So why are you blushing?" He kind of knew the answer to his question as he would take out his notebook smiling lightly. He would then look at her with his eyes a dark storm grey.╚═══════The Demonic Flirt═══════╝
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 1:51 pm
Inna Cavalier
Just then, a pink haired man wearing glasses and a suit ran into the classroom, pulling his long hair into a ponytail. "I'm not late, I'm not late!!" he panted, leaning on the desk. "S-sorry...I know I'm late." Tossing his briefcase onto the desk, he looked up at the class and smiled charmingly. "I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to come to class. My love has been very sick and I couldn't bare to let such a love of mine to be alone." He opened the case and pulled out a pink marker, writing his name on the board in large loopy letters.
"For those of you that don't know, my name is Inna Cavalier. Yes, I'm French, but I grew up speaking Latin, so trust me, I can teach competently. Now, what level Latin class are each of you?"
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