A large lecture hall with three rows of desks that forms a semi circle around the the professor's desk where he can see everyone and everyone can see him.
Behind the teacher's desk is a large black board with a full box of fresh new chalk. [Jum has counted them all and he'll know if you stole any! Or has he?] On both sides of his desk and near the back of the classroom are shelves filled with psychology textbooks. In the shelves near the front of the class are novels along the topic of psychology and even a few dedicated to specific villains, these are Jum's personal collection, please ask him before taking them!!
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 11:24 am
This is Me | What I do: Neurosurgeon/Psychologist/TA for the Psychology Class | Am I taken?: No What is my sexuality?: Demisexual | I am feeling: Neutral | Who am I with?: No one | Where am I?: Inside the Castle - Psychology classroom
For most, first days were something to be nervous about. Teachers, students, people attending work for the first time. They all had a point where they were nervous about the outcome of their first day. Would they regret it? First days were usually seen as crucial, since it is the day you leave a lasting first impression on people. However, the man who walked into the empty room, was not your typical man. He wasn't nervous, he didn't look around shyly to see who was there. He simply made his way towards the chair in back of the teacher's podium, and sat down. He was quiet, his face unreadable, and his posture straight. Because he came straight here from his other job, he was still wearing his white coat and name tag, and his briefcase had files of his last patient.
Being a patron of neurology, he was one who could not fathom ever showing up late to any major event. If he showed up late to a surgery, it would most likely spell death for the patient. usually when he was called in and rushed, it was an emergency. Though he did have long-term patience he sees from time-to-time.
As his briefcase was set to his side, the man unlatched the case to remove a note book and a pair of glasses. Sliding them on, the man starts to look over notes he had made in a lecture he participated for new interns on neurology. He wrote down some notes and points he had wanted to cover in his lecture, as well as notes he made on the interns themselves so he could remember different aspects of their work ethic and personal behavior around certain workers.
Take Chad for example. A 20 year old intern who is fresh out of medical school, with doe eyes and a naive understanding of the world. Hair is brunet, eyes are blue with specs of green in them, and his peculiarity seems to be the ability to talk excessively when no one is listening. He acts sweet around the female nurses, and shows the quirk of touching his cheek and ear when he lies. Frequently, he lies to the female interns. Probably because he wants to seem attractive. Luther made a point to note that the man was actually rather weak arm wise, and that his muscle mass needed more development if he wanted to fit the standards of his age body type. He might have a few training regimens to recommend to Chad.
Lifting his hand to his chin, the man considers what he wrote, before removing the pen from his pocket on his coat to write in a few more notes on this talkative Chad. "Consider suggesting that he practice the art of silence. Give a few pointers on how not to speak when not asked." The end of his pen rests on his bottom lip as he thinks some more on his notes, before he is back at writing again. "I may need to retest his intelligence in this field. He seems more focused on flirting and fantasizing over woman breasts than the work. It could help to put him in a male only team to lower the levels of his ego and get him to refocus. If problems persist, consider termination of internship at the hospital."
Like this, the man bought his time writing notes on the interns he was assigned to.
This is Me | My House: Cerretti | Am I taken?: No. Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Bored already | Who am I with?: The TA | Where am I?: Inside the castle - Psychology classroom | My Suit?: This~
Instead of like last week,where he had barely made it into the classroom, the student was early. Almost the first one there. Almost. It would seem that the TA of the class beat him to it. As he walked in, the student looked toward the new TA who transferred into this school about a quarter into the semester. The teacher looked up from his book for just a moment, their eyes locking for only a second, before the man was turning to a fresh page and writing something in it. Was he the type of man to write down all observations? No doubt that his book was full of his wasted time. Though there was nothing in the eyes of the man when they looked at one another, Prom had a feeling he peered into something he found interesting enough to write down.
Prom said nothing as he took a seat in the middle and set his bag down beside him. Leaning forward against his desk, he rest his hand underneath his chin and sighed. He hoped that the teacher didn't try to bore them with basic b***h s**t. He wanted to hear some profound bullshit on the inner workings of a villain.
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This is Me | My House: Alaric | My status?: Dating Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Ready | Who am I with?: A student and the TA | Where am I?: Inside the Castle - Psychology class | My Suit?: This!
He wasn't first?! Sighing, the teen walked into the room as he saw that not one, but two people beat him into the classroom. Since he had been rather late in one of his classes last week, and had to miss his psychology class last week due to illness, he was really hoping to be one of the first here. But he wasn't, so he sucked that up and made his way over to a seat in the front. After taking his seat, he faced forward, catching the glance of the TA who he realized was new here. Either he missed the TA's first day yesterday, or today was their first day. Either way, it was another teacher whose favor he wanted to earn. As they locked eyes, the man's face softened for a moment and he gave the student a wave before going back to his writing. D-Did he do that because Al was staring?!
Blushing, the student tucked some hair behind his ear and cleared his throat softly before he started unpacking his textbook, note book and pencil bag. He would straighten everything on his desk before he would take out his phone to reply to his mother's texts while he waited for the class to start.
Ever since last week, Rebecca had been keeping a close eye on Alphonse. No, she didn’t tail him everywhere like a stalker. Since her roomie had that fever, the teen was a bit more sensitive about his presence. Though he was focusing on make-ups and his recovery, the girl didn’t get to see him very often. After her classes, the girl would go off to meet with him. She didn’t necessarily baby him, but she did want to err on the side of caution. Ever since she was able to connect the dots that his peculiarity had some terrible influence on his health, you could say that Cherry quickly began one of her top concerns. Even her own situation was put on the back of her mind as she prioritized another over her own needs.
During the past week, if he seemed to be well Rebecca would go get changed before heading off to work. Sometimes, the girl would bring a snack from the cafe and talk about anything that happened. Of course, this only occured when he wasn’t busy. Becca tried her best to know when it was okay to talk about something that wasn’t school related. Maybe there were times she would succeed and others where guidance was needed.
To be fair, her thoughts didn’t only consist of the fuschia-haired roommate. Azure eyes would wander to the distinct head of crimson in her previous classes. She never knew how to approach him about that incident from last week. One day turned into two, two into three, and before she knew it a week had passed. Rebecca hadn’t even bothered to approach Yoshiro. If they wanted to come and talk to her, she always found a way to weasel herself out. Somehow, someway, the girl found his presence uncomfortable. She had no explanation for this feeling nor any desire to actually talk about it. So the girl proceeded through her day going through the motions: Cherry, Class, Work, Homework, Cherry and repeat.
This morning, it looked like the sickly boy was well enough to head over to class. Though that only became apparent when she awoke and he wasn’t around. Either he was really eager to start class or maybe...”I wouldn’t put it past the boy. Probably got sick and tired of you already. That must have been why he hoarded himself to his studies. Why don’t you get a hint? Just look at him, he didn’t even wait for you to get out the door today.” There was a dejected sigh as she left and locked up their room. ’I’m sure he has his reasons.’ Even her voice sounded downhearted before the teen would leave the Alaric building.
With a vibrant orange scrunchie around her left wrist, she walked into the classroom. She didn’t really feel like observing her surroundings today when she saw Alphonse. He appeared to be preoccupied with his phone while he had his desk filled with school necessities. ’Now I’m not even sure how to approach.’ With a finger scratching the side of her head, her feat carried herself over to sit behind the fuschia colored male. ”Morning Alphonse.” The girl responded under her breath before shifting her attention to the window.
II▪Mood: *sigh*II II ▫House: Alaric II II▪Where: Academy-Inside the Castle [Psychology of Villains Classroom]II II ▫With Who: Myself, Beccullar, Cherry, Prom Prom, Promullar & ….someone elseII II▪Perviness:Explosion:50%->55%II II ▪Wearing: Alaric Uniform + ScrunchyII II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II IIOut Of Chocolates: II
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"Every stitch tells a story. Most of them you don't want to know."
Stitch☥"Culus" Student☥Rotavele
Friday was a good day because after work he got to go home with his Daddy and spend the whole weekend with him which was the best! He liked school well enough, but he was a shy social butterfly and he needed environments where he felt safe, and what could be safer than a pillow fort with his Daddy! He figured he wouldn't be the first person in class, he never really wanted to be first, just so long as he was still kind of early. Besides, between classes, work, studying for classes, and trying to learn a whole new language and culture, he rarely got much sleep or had any free time. So naturally enough it was getting harder and harder to wake up in time and keep himself pumped enough to breeze through getting ready and everything. All the same, when he did finally make it to class, he found that he got there before the teacher, but after the new TA and Prom-Prom and Al-chan and Becca. Bouncing in to class, he would wave to Mr. TA Person if he happened to look up from whatever he was writing, then he would drop his stuff off beside Al-chan in the front row before moving halfway in between his two friends so neither of them felt like he was ignoring them. He plopped himself down on one of the tables, his legs hanging off the side and bouncing, generally giving off the impression that he was a small child waiting for Daddy to let him out of his carseat so that he could go play. "Morning Becca! Morning Prom-prom! Morning Al-chan! I hope you are feeling better~!" If Mr. TA Person was taking notes on him, he didn't really care, cause obviously those notes had to be about how enthusiastic and friendly he is, which were awesome things to have written about you. He really liked being in classes with Prom-prom and Al-chan! The former was often really fun and bold and drug Stitch into doing things he never would have dared to do otherwise. And the latter was quiet and studious, but really sweet and gentle. They were very different, but they were both really smart and treated Stitch well, so they were both friendy friends. Becca...she still hadn't really warmed up to him, but that didn't mean he didn't think of her as a friend, she was just a friend that he hadn't made yet.
"When cries for help go unanswered And signal fires just burn and burn We wonder if we're waiting here for nothing Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled With the constant drone of the unfulfilled But we'll never fall if we stand for something We stand for something"
With:Mr. TA Person, Al-chan, Becca, and Prom-promxxxxxxMood:HappyxxxxxxOoc:__
❝You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face . . . You must do the thing you cannot do.❞
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Another well flies by and suddenly it’s already the fifth week of class. Seems like a good point for a test as well as giving them their final assignment to work in by finals. Wow.. finals. It’s been less than a year since he took on this teaching position but a lot has happened since and he’d like to say he has improved. Though.. it’s not the same without her. But he can’t let this turn into another setback on his own growth. Snapping out of his deep thoughts as he continued to get ready for the day. Gets the coffee machine going as he dries his hair off with a towel as he gets himself dressed in his usual attire. A two piece navy suit; blazer and pants. Along with a plain white button up shirt and a black tie. Made himself a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs with dinner leftovers ; fried rice and of course coffee, with only three creams. He never liked the taste of sugar in it. Packing his brief case, his laptop, calendar book, notebook, pens… his wallet.. his keys, his phone. What else, ah! His lunch. That should be it. Exiting his house and locking behind him before walking towards the school.
It was about a fifteen-twenty minute walk which is not bad. He briskly walks in the halls to his classroom, gotta get there before the class. It is his job as a teacher to be there first. Let’s not talk about that one time where he somehow agreed to be one of the substitute teacher for the combat class and somehow students managed to get there before either him and Dai.. Anyways. He has to prepare for class. Setting his briefcase at his desk to open and pulls out his laptop to print out the papers for the test and nearly stacks them.
Now facing the blackboard as he grabs a chalk and starts writing on it.
Good morning class, today there will not be a lesson but instead a discussion at the second half of the class after the test. I hoped you studied for it because it has everything we’ve done for the past four weeks.
#1: Theories [Learning, social cognition, developmental, sociology & aggression]
#3: Young offenders, youth gangs, child maltreatment & elder abuse
#4: Group robberies, arson, female offenders, forcible confinement & mental health
You will have forty-five minutes to complete your test, do not talk to your peers until everyone is done and I wish you all good luck.
After managing to write all of that, he takes a moment to catch his breath and takes a step back to check for any spelling errors. Turning around at the sound of the door as he waves towards Luther as he entered the room before stepping out to his office to print out the papers regarding the assignment.
Learn through observation Learn through outcome Learn through association
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A. Selection model B. Facilitation model C. Enhancement model
1. Gangs make people bad 2. People join gangs for benefits 3. Bad people join gangs
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[b]Definition[/b] [i]Very simple, with each term given write a 2-3 sentence definition, as long as it gets the points across is acceptable.[/i]
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[b]Differentiate[/b] [i]Also simple, simply jot down a few points on both topics.[/b]
[u]Mass murder vs. Serial murder[/u]
[u] Affective aggression vs. Instrumental aggression[/u]
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[b]Who was the villain we spoke of during the forcible confinement lesson, please include their name, peculiarity and a bit of info of their case.[/b] [i] Bonus points if you put down both of them.[/i]
[b]How many members there are in the gang we mentioned in the lesson? Extra points if you list the gang name and the leader’s ‘name’[/b]
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Out.Of.Cosplays: All of the answers can be found on Jum’s lesson plan.
It's been a few days since the date, and Kyo still couldn't get his mind off the fact that he has a girlfriend. Pretty much it was embarrassing enough just telling Rebecca, but he wondered how it would be for his adopted parents when he tells them on break. It would most likely be even worse. Still, he's been with Mokihana these few days happily enjoying his time with her, and even finally told her his Peculiarity secret, of him not truly having one, and was experimented into having one. If anyone else knew, he wouldn't even be able to stay here if that was the case. Either way, two things were currently preoccupying his mind right now. One was the fact that he just couldn't get his somewhat creepy and idiot looking smile off of his face everytime he thinks of her, and many of his studies and research on the optic nerve, surgeries, and stories of people getting their eyesight back. Walking into the classroom, he still had that smile on him as well as the pinkish face from his time with her. He saw the two teachers and waved to them, as he sat down, not really looking at the chalk board or the test they would have. Kyo sat next to Rebecca, who seemed to be lost in thought as usual with Alphonse. Morning, Becca. How's everything? He asked.
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> Literature of Alternative Universes > Combat and Self Defense > Practitioner of the Arts > Art & Music > Psychology of Villains
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★ Web Ball ★ Web Swing ★ Spider Sting ★ Web Throw
★ Secret Arts: Maximum Spider ★ Secret Arts: Spider Crawler Assault ★ Secret Arts: Ultimate Web Throw
This is Me | My House: Alaric | My status?: Dating Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Ready | Who am I with?: A student and the TA | Where am I?: Inside the Castle - Psychology class | My Suit?: This!
While he was flipping through text messages, and replying to what he could, he heard a few people enter the room. One of which, was Rebecca. His eyes immediately went to her empty hands before he frowned a little. When she sat down away from him, he thought something might be wrong. Did she not want what he made her for lunch? Did she even eat the breakfast he left for her? Looking at Stitch, the student smiled.
"Good morning Stitch, and I am, thank you."
Then he turned his attention to Rebecca, his body tuning in his seat so that he can speak to her properly without straining his neck.
"Good morning. Why are you sitting so far away? And where is the lunch I made you? Did you at least eat the breakfast I left?"
It was then that it dawned on him, what she could have been careful of. With him battling his fever lately, he wouldn't doubt that maybe she was wary about him getting her sick. If that was it, then he would feel much better than thinking that she just didn't want to eat what he made. It would be such a waste of food.
"If its about my fever, I am not contagious. You don't have to sit so far away or avoid my food. My fever is entirely induced by my peculiarity and only effects me."
He would try to assure her so she would move to sit closer to him, but it was too late now. For someone he didn't know well, sat down next to Rebecca and started talking to her. So, Alphonse just sighed and faced forward again. He wasn't going to disturb her if she didn't want to talk to him, or she was too busy with other people. He would instead just focus on his work and the class. That is what should be important right now.
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There was bound to be something that was going to stir up the pot today. Like a sad joke, it soon popped up in their space. The serenity that filled her vision shifted away when a Koyanagi came around. By now, he was a familiar face since she had him in 4 out of her 5 classes. He was as energetic as she could recall. Odd. This bundle of vitality kind of reminded her of how she was last week. It was such a sad thing that her mood seemed to swing from one extreme to another. ’Something is wrong with me.’ Mentally sighing to herself, a voice soon piped in. ”This is why I hate children.” Now it was the parasite’s turn to exhale. The faint sound of nails drumming on a hard surface seem to echo around in her head. It seemed like someone was in a bad mood and they were taking it out on her. Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment while her body shifted to face the young Koyanagi. ”Morning Stitch.” Her voice sounded a bit tired, almost like she was just beginning to stir herself out of a hazy dream-like phase.
Around this time, the professor seemed to pop in out of nowhere and began to talk about a test. It was a good thing that she and Cherry had practiced for it. She felt prepared for it despite her downhearted turmoil. The teacher stepped outside to do some unnamed business. There was still some time before the bell would ring to signal the beginning of class. Which meant maybe a convo or two was still possible.
There was another packet of joy coming into the classroom. The brunette had 3 out of 5 classes with her, making him another common sight. Plus, he was probably one of the few boys in the school that was shorter than her. Not that Becca ever made fun of him for that, it just became easy to spot him in a crowd...strangely enough. With the spider boy taking a seat right next to her, it was clear that he was in a joyous mood. His pleasantry had the corner of her mouth up in a smile as he was given a wave. ”Morning Kyo. Well, we have a test today so it might not be that great of a day.” That statement actually made her chuckle a bit. Who knew that tests could brighten someone’s day?! ”And I guess everything is going okay with you and Moki?” She was genuinely happy to see someone in high spirits with their recent relationship.
Her focus turned to Alphonse as a tender smile was sported. He asked three difficult to answer questions in a row. She mused how she could respond to them before he clarified a matter that did concern her. Turning to Kyo and Stitch, a finger was pressed to her lips to signal a ‘Be quiet’ before she shifted in her seat. Thankfully, her bag was down on the ground as she hopped over the desk quickly. Her roommate was already facing away at this point and she had the element of surprise on her end! Her roomie’s face was cupped with her hands before she tilted his head up. Soon enough her lips were placed on his for a few seconds. ”Lunch is in my backpack and breakfast is in the fridge at home.” Leaning forward, a whisper was hushed into his cartilage. Now, looking back into his dual-colored eyes, she waited to see what his response would be. No matter the answer her smile would stay.
Retreating back into her seat, she began to stretch before taking out her pencil case. ”So how does everyone feel about the test?” Rebecca asked in an innocent manner.
II▪Mood: *giggle*II II ▫House: Alaric II II▪Where: Academy-Inside the Castle [Psychology of Villains Classroom]II II ▫With Who: Myself, Beccullar, Cherry, Prom Prom, Promullar, Kyo, Stitch & adults II II▪Perviness:Explosion:55%->45%II II ▪Wearing: Alaric Uniform + ScrunchyII II▫Energy Levels: ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █100%II IIOut Of Chocolates: II
Late,late,late! The Welsh teen was running later then he normally would be and this bothered Wynn. He was always early and most likely one of the first people there but today he would be lucky if he just makes it. Why was he running late? Well to start off his morning his phone died in the middle of the night so his alarm did not go off. He was normally good about his phone being charged but for whatever reason it slipped his mine. So Wynn was in a rush this morning trying to get ready for classes. Brushing his long silver hair the best he could and gathering all his text books he would need for the day. He though he was ready for the day and would make it to class when he realized that one of his notebooks for todays class was missing! Did he leave it with a classmate for them to use and they never gave it back to him? Searching through his inter dorm, the silver haired boy looked all over for his notebook but it was nowhere to be found. What on earth could he had done with it!? This wasn't like him at all and it was frustrating him. He looked down at his watch and noticed that if he didn't hurry to class he was going to be late and that was something Wynn could not handle.
Grabbing a blank notebook from his room, he shoved it into his bag and bolted out the door. He did not have time for breakfast or to pack any snacks. The Welsh teen would have to wait to eat till after class and just power through. Running through the halls, Wynn did the best he could to not run into anyone or get in anyones way. Once Wynn was in front of the classroom door, a little out of breath he slowly opened the door and peered in. He noticed that the teacher was at the front at the choke board with his back turned. Quickly and quietly, Wynn stepped into the classroom and sat in a open spot closest to the door. He would of sat right up in the front like normal but he did not want to draw any attention to himself for showing up a little late. He hoped that the teacher would not notice but who was he kidding? Wynn was always early and up front.
Still trying to catch his breath a little he got the blank notebook, muttering to himself slightly on where his notebook could be. Did Carrie have it? She had missed a bit of school and he did leaned her a few of his notes. He looked up and looked around the classroom. He did not see her aura which was the first thing he normally saw before someones face. He let out a sigh as he fixed his tie. Great, she was either late or not showing up to class again and there was a chance she did have his notes but he couldn't be sure. Taking another glance around the room he noticed his roommate Stitch talking with the other classmates. Again, Rebecca seemed to attract all these people to her. It wasn't a bad thing at all, actually Wynn thought of it as a gift. Being able to attract all these people and befriend them. She was kind, good at her classes from what Wynn could tell and had this personality that seemed to make anyone in a good mood. She also was cute which may help a little as well…
Shaking the thought away, Wynn started to wright what was on the board onto his blank notebook. Tucking his hair behind his ear he could feel how frizzy and messy his lang hair was from not being brushed properly. Another sigh escaped the young Welshmen as he was not off to a great start today… It was only the start of the day so who knows what else could happen! Oh but more did happen… A test, great. With Wynns luck he would not do as good as he would like which bothered him even more.
Location: Psychology of Villains Classroom With: Teacher and other student Wearing: Student Uniform Mood: Not to great at the moment Status: Single Unicorn Purity Level: 78% OOC:
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Late! Amethyst rushed through her shower and getting ready, running out of the common room with her bag while straightening her bow and smoothing out her skirt. She was thinking about the boy she healed up and wanted to make sure he was okay, but she couldn't let that interfere right now. She was late and this was the second class. Ugh! It was embarrassing coming into the classroom late and well to her rude. She of all people forgot her alarm clock.
Luckily when she got in the teacher was writing on the board. She slinked in a took a seat, pulling out her notebook and writing what he was. Amethyst mentally groaned, but you could see it on her face. Just what she needed was a test. She took in a deep breathe and continued to write.
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For some reason, Carrie didn’t hear her alarm go off the first few times. It was only when she heard the door slam shut from her roommate leaving when she jolted awake. Disheveled from the restless night, the redhead looked around for a moment. She groaned and rubbed at her face, thinking that she should probably finally go back to classes. Carrie had missed her last two, the first one she just didn’t feel like going, but the second one she missed for health reasons. Grumbling her way out of bed, she just barely brushed her hair and grabbed a pack of blood nothing. She quickly changed into her school uniform and headed out into the common room to grab a cup of coffee then proceeded to make her way to class.
Knowing that she was already extremely late, Carrie made no effort to rush. Go big or go home, right? But she eventually made it to the classroom and glanced around. It seemed like an assignment had already been given out. She saw a few familiar faces, her roommate included. Carrie went to go sit down next to Wynn however and greeted him, "Morning, Wynn. What’s going on today?" Once he would tell her that it was a test she closed her eyes and groaned for the second time of the day. ”Oh crap.. I completely forgot about it..” Carrie ruffled her hair and looked down at the paper in agony, she was so not ready for this.
❖ Crystallization- she can create, shape and manipulate crystals and crystalline materials by consuming blood (whether its her own or someone else's). She can transform matter and objects, including living beings, into crystals. It's a secret of her blood consumption as she fears for being judged.
(ＯＯＣ: Hope this is okay to push the interaction a little)
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2019 9:37 am
As Wynn started to do the test, keeping quiet as he though about the questions and answers he would put down. Because the the silver haired teen was having such a off day, her started to question the answer he had put down on the test. Was it A or B? Was that really the right name? Frustrated, Wynn ran his hand through his slightly messy silver hair which only got the Welsh teen more frustrated. He always took such goof care of his hair but today it wasn't brushed fully and it felt a little frizzy. Letting out a sigh, Wynn leaned back into his chair and tried to calm down and collect his thoughts. Wynn knew he knew all this, he was a good student and he studies hard. Taking another sigh, Wynn looked back down at the paper and started to wright.
The classroom door opened a couple times but Wynn did not remove his eyes off his test till someone sat down beside him and said good morning to him. He glanced up to see that Carrie had actually showed up to class. Late of course, but she showed up. He raised his index finger to his lips and made a soft shh sound to let her know to keep quiet. " We have a test today." He whispered while he tapped his pencil on the sheet of paper. He watched her for a moment as she claimed that she forgot about the test. He let out a sigh and shook his head before turning back to his test. " Why does this not surprise me Carrie?"He said quietly, mostly to himself. He took another glance at her and gave her a reassuring smile before whispering to her. " You can do it. Don't let all that studying we did together go to waste." They two had done a lot of studying together seeing that they both had every class together. He let her borrow his notes all the time when she needed to study a little extra or if she missed class. He still needed to ask her if she had his notebook for this class but right now was not the time. He would ask her after class.
Location: Psychology of Villains Classroom With: Teacher and other student Wearing: Student Uniform Mood: Not to great at the moment Status: Single Unicorn Purity Level: 78% OOC: All good! ^.^
