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Post by SKIP on Jul 13, 2010 0:44:34 GMT -5
SHOW ME HOW TO LIE[/color] YOU'RE GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME[/font] ---------------------------------------------The new school was nice, a lot nice than he'd ever been to, anyway. Which was saying a lot considering how often he got transferred everywhere. It'd been a year since-- since he got kicked out of his house for bad things and yet he'd been to one, two, three, four, five, six schools so far. The school he'd stayed longest at was, by far, Saint Mary's Institution (but don't tell anyone), and that hadn't been the most fun of places to stay... but he'd met Chev and Kaden there and all of his friends, so he guessed it was a good thing he'd gone there. But still, six schools in one year. It was hard to believe, seemed almost impossible... but Skip knew he wasn't the smartest of everybody. (he'd taken an iq test thingy a year ago and that proved everything) Again, though, six schools in a year got you used to the system. Or sick of it. Or just downright depressed.
Skip was all three...
But this school had a little something different he hadn't seen in the other five.
He'd woken up this morning in his Tokio Hotel poster (pretty Bill Kaulitz, heeheeeeee-- even if he looked a lot like a girl). Following his normal routine, as normal as normal can get when you change schools as much as you change clothes, ew-I-hope-not, he rolled clumsily off the bed onto the floor, sat there a few seconds, too, staring up at the poster above. After waking up, the kid went into the bathroom, did his hair, messed with his eyeliner. Got dressed. Put on shoes. Checked in the mirror again to see if his hair was doing anything particularly annoying... and that was when he'd gotten the knock on the door.
And that was how Skip got to be walking down the hallway to the western-most hallway. He hadn't been awake before the knocking at the door, but now he definitely was. You see, that knock on the door happened to be a busybody running around giving everybody schedules. And to Skip's surprise, the first thing on his list... well, it was "Sex Education." Those two words (well, actually the first) brought more than a smile to his lips. He'd giggled, forgetting to even thank the busybody for giving him the schedule in the first place. Fuck Education, Fuck Education, Fuck Education, he couldn't get it out of his head, the idea of the school sending him to a class that would teach him about fucking. Or at least he supposed that's what the class would be. "I don't think that's legal" was all he could manage before being taken over by a gigglefit.
Anyway, back to the present, the Skipper made his way down the western-most hallway. Room 69202. The door was closed. The gigglefit threatened to return, but he held it back by biting the inside of his upper lip.
He looked left up the hallway.
He looked right up the hallway.
And...
He knocked. On the door.
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Post by URETU AMAKANE on Jul 13, 2010 1:11:18 GMT -5
+ + + + + This whole experience was weird for me. I mean, I had never even been to school before this year. Yet somehow I had managed to enter as a Sophomore. I couldn't complain though. The dorms weren't 'horrible', and at least the food was good.
I woke up this morning in dorm room three to hear several loud knocks on the door. No one else was in the room, so I answered. "Here's your schedule," the man said as he handed me a small, thick card of paper and walked away. I sighed. "I might as well see what my first class is."
And wouldn't you know it, Sexual Education was first on the list. It surely wouldn't be a boring class, but it wouldn't be anything new to me; I had already learned about human reproduction. It would simply be another "A" to add to my list. Full of confidence, I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of pants, underwear, and a black shirt. Then, I went to the bathroom to take a shower.
They had told us when we arrived here that all classes were on the second floor, so that's where I went, school books in hand. I wasn't sure what all I'd need for this class though. Surely pencil and notebook would suffice. With the exception of the book, which this "Mrs. Browne" would provide, I'm sure.
The stairways were crowded with students going to their classes. It was barely even seven thirty, and I was sure that I was going to be late. Eventually, the crowd that I was engulfed in made it down to the second floor. I was more than pleased to be away from the group. I never did like being near too many people. The hallway had several rooms, but my destination was room 202. I looked at each door as I passed by. 199. 200. 201. Then finally, room 202.
But I wasn't the only person here. He was wearing a purple jacket, and light blue jeans. I recognized him as one of my neighbors from room two. Though, I never did catch his name. He was just standing there, probably waiting to see if we were allowed to enter or not. But, to be sure, I walked closer to the door and spoke.
"Is it locked, or are we just not allowed to enter yet?" A simple enough question. Well, I guess it would count as two questions. OOC Outfit: [N/A for the moment] Summary: Uretu's going to Sex Ed :D Notes: Nothing~[/color] |
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Post by RAINE DUFOUR on Jul 13, 2010 3:49:55 GMT -5
The girl’s eyes snapped open, her wandering mind finally coming back to reality as the heated water gently trickled its way down her back. She was leaning against the wall of the shower, arms wrapped around herself protectively, as if to keep from collapsing. Raine didn’t want to be there. She really really didn’t want to be there. Not in the shower, but at the boarding school. Boarding school? Sounds like some type of prison. That was her first thought when she received the enrollment form in the mail back when she and Apollo were living with their grandma. Since then, a million “what-ifs” had filled her mind. She hadn’t been to an actual school—surrounded by kids her own age—in over eight years. She might as well have been a freshman.
Pushing her thoughts aside, she slowly turned the knob, bringing the pressured water from the shower head to a halt. Oh my God, just listen to yourself, she thought as she wiped her dark hair out of her eyes. You sound like a whiney little bitch. I’m sure Apollo isn’t this—
She jumped at the sound of a loud rapping at the door. “Shoot—just a minute!”she yelled, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around herself. She stepped out of the shower and hastily headed for the door, leaving a trail of water behind as she walked. Upon opening the door was a man, standing with a stack of what looked like little note cards in his hand. He took one from the top and held it out to Raine, explaining that it would be her schedule for the first semester. She reached out and took it in her left hand, keeping the towel secure with her right, and quickly muttered “Mercí” without thinking. The man cocked an eyebrow, looking like he was about to ask something before Raine slammed the door in his face. It was way too early for small talk.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered her eyes and scanned over the schedule...and froze.
She could feel her face getting hot.
“S-Sex Ed? I don’t remember signing up for that...”
It was true, Raine wasn’t exactly “experienced” in that area; heck, she even came off as a little awkward when it was bought up in conversation (mostly by Vincent, the little shit). But it wasn’t like she was eager to learn about it, either. She sighed. Well, looks like there’s nothing I can do about it. She threw the card on top of her notebooks and went back into the bathroom to get dressed.
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The black-haired girl shouldered her way through the crowd of bustling students, excitement for the first day of classes filling the hallways. Hugging her books to her chest, she looked over the little piece of paper once more. Room 202...Mrs. Browne. Huh. Wonder what she’s like. Heart beating rapidly, she rounded the corner and into the 200’s. 200...201...
She came to an abrupt stop, almost causing a freshman to crash into her as she did so. Oh, please God no. There, standing in front of her destination were two boys: one a small, black-haired kid in a hoodie (she had to do a double take to make sure it wasn’t a girl), but it was the other dark-haired boy that had caught her attention. Kiera’s friend—Uretu. Let’s just say she’s had more than a fair share of bad experiences with him, getting face-raped her most recent one. Fantastic, a sex class was just what he needed! Honestly, the kid came off just as annoying as Vincent. If red-head was also in this class she’d have to blow her brains out right then. As much as she hated to admit it, though, she was actually a little relieved to have someone she...well, knew. She hadn’t even seen any of her friends before moving into her dorm.
Raine forced herself to trudge over to where they were standing, wondering why they weren’t inside yet. Of course, there was only one explanation.
“Um, hey...Has the teacher shown up yet?” she asked a bit hesitantly to neither one in particular. Waiting for an answer, she couldn’t help but be amused at the fact that they were all raven-heads. Welcome to the Emo Club, she thought with the slightest of smirks.
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Post by SKIP on Jul 13, 2010 3:53:04 GMT -5
SHOW ME HOW TO LIE[/color] YOU'RE GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME[/font] ---------------------------------------------The excitement to see just what this "Fuck Education" class was going to be about had Skip just about bouncing on his feet to get inside. To be honest, the boy wasn't excited. Three-quarters nervous, twenty-five percent excited (feel free to get generous with that nervous quotient), the bouncing eased both of them. A little. The rest of the nerves he could handle. He did, after all, have a nasty prescription for Xanax coming in this week.
Talk about an overmedicated "uber fem."
With thoughts of another pill to add to his morning breakfast, Skip stood, by the door, alone, mostly staring at it and willing it to open so he could get inside and sit in the back where he wouldn't be bothered by the other students who just might bite him. And Skip knew the kinds of kids (boys, particularly) who took these classes. Scary, big, strong boys who didn't like gay boys, big boys that liked to use the "f" word (not the one in Fuck Education) and throw other nasty things at him. Another thing to add to his list of things to be nervous about. Scary teacher teaching scary things that had nothing to do with his experience with the subject in question (heeheee), scary boys that did mean things to him, scary girls that tossed their hair around and chewed their gum really, really loudly-- and other students in general. Particularly the ones walking down the hallway towards him.
Skip knew most of them weren't looking at him -- at least he hoped not -- but he also knew that, eventually, there would be other students that would be lining outside the door like he was. And those kids would ask questions about the class and-and they might make fun of him or be scary goth kids that stared.
Now the two that did finally stop weren't scary goth kids. They didn't have raccoon eyes at least. He stood in silence, looked at the floor and attempted to act small so he wouldn't be noticed. Maybe if you hadn't worn your purple jacket today, stupid, it would've been a lot easier-- But his plan was foiled, by who, he didn't dare look. Teeth raked his lower lip. Eyes keeping to the white tile, Skip could only manage a barely-there shrug and a pitiful-sounding, "I-I don't know..." Then he decided to shut up before the other, a boy, he thought, could find something to pick at. Another question was thrown at him, from a girl, but Skip kept his head down, biting his down on his lip still harder. This didn't help his nerves at all (did anything?), the action making him think of not-so-innocent things slightly related to Fuck Education. Like Puppies.
Skip broke his vow of silence with a quite clearing of his throat. He shook his head a little bit for good measure. This was Fuck Education, not Think-About-Past-Boyfriends-That-Always-Seem-To-Disappear class. But what he wouldn't give to have any one of them here...
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Post by URETU AMAKANE on Jul 13, 2010 3:55:10 GMT -5
+ + + + + “Um, hey...Has the teacher shown up yet?” That voice...could it be? I turned to see the familiar face of Marlena Dufour. She preferred to be called Raine by most, though. I was sure that I would never see her again when I had been enrolled in Belvedere. I smiled brightly as I saw that she was here too. Did this mean that Apollo, Kiera, and Vincent were here as well? I hadn't talked to them in so long...
She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Though, Raine didn't feel the same way about me as I felt for her. And her brother, Apollo wasn't exactly 'aproving' of how I expressed my love. Maybe I did over do it a little. Especially when we were all at the movies.
I could tell that she wasn't exactly happy to see me, (Raine rarely was) but I was extatic to see her. Her icy blue eyes sparkled in the light. They reminded me of Trumoire's moons. The moons that gave me hope as a child when I was forcebly placed into his servitude. But that was all in the past. Raine resembled many of Trumoire's ancient goddesses. Maybe that was why I liked her so much. She reminded me of my true home.
"Hey Raine! I didn't know you were enrolled here too." Okay, maybe that was too enthusiastic. "I don't know where the teacher is. But hopefully she'll be here soon." |
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Post by RAINE DUFOUR on Jul 13, 2010 3:56:15 GMT -5
 "Hey Raine! I didn't know you were enrolled here too."
Raine met Uretu’s excited stare with her cool, icy gaze. She never noticed (or bothered to look, for that matter) the color of his irises, their...freakishly red-ness, to put it plainly. It was like out of a Sci-Fi movie, or something. She had heard about those specially-colored contacts you could get over the Internet, but they weren’t cheap. Either Dracula here was loaded, or they were real. Whatever. The “Amakanes” weren’t exactly the most normal of people.
Raine gave a curt, half-hearted nod to his greeting, guessing that he probably hadn’t seen anyone he knew around here, either. Why did he get so happy around her, anyway? Scratch that—why the heck did he like her so much? It must be my amazing personality, she thought sarcastically. He then confirmed her previous suspicion—the teacher hadn’t arrived yet.
”Well, she needs to hurry up,” she said bluntly. She wasn’t one for standing around, even though class would start in fifteen minutes. Maybe the line in the sex toy shop was a little long this morning. She couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at the thought. The dark-haired girl shifted her books to one arm and let the other fall to her side, then turned to look down the hallway. Several other students had begun to line up behind them (keeping their distance, by the looks of it- maybe she was imagining it); she could see that this was going to be a relatively small class.
Raine turned her attention back to the door, finding herself looking back to the little kid in the purple hoodie. His head was turned away, so she couldn’t see his face. In fact, he hadn’t even bothered to look at her or Uretu the entire time. Geez, are we that repulsive?—she glanced in Uretu’s direction—Well, me, anyway.
The girl adjusted the scarf around her neck and sighed, pulling a folded piece of paper out of her pocket, wondering if any of her actual friends would be in any of her other classes. Of course, the image of only one person edged its way to the front of her mind...
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Post by SYLVIA BROWNE on Jul 13, 2010 3:58:23 GMT -5
Great. The day was finally here. No more waking up in the middle of the evening after a splendid nap. No more peace and quiet. All of that would be ruined by the little bastards that I would be teaching.
And what a class I would be teaching. Sexual Education. As if these little baby makers needed any more knowledge on that subject. Teens everywhere were getting pregnant. And it's not like the pay would be great. Teachers never get paid what they should be. That's why I don't try for the 'friendly' personality. They want me to be nice, they need to pay me for it.
The teacher's lounge was crap. They didn't even have any good damn coffee. Maxwell House was all I drank, anything else was shit in my book. Oh well. I guess I'd have to bring my own damn coffee to work with me in the mornings.
My class would be in room 202 on the second floor. Now these old bones don't move like they used to, so I took my damn sweet time getting there. The little bastards would just have to wait. As for which students would be in my class, well, I'm sure we'd just be the best of friends. That is after I kick their little asses into gear.
When I finally did get to the classroom, everyone was waiting outside the door. One of them was standing right by the door, a little girl in a purple jacket. I shoved her out of the way, unlocked the door, and shouted "Alright, get in here!" It wasn't a large room. There were about twenty-five desks at most, not counting mine. My large, oak desk sat at the front of the room. It was a really nice desk, nice craftmanship.
I opened my lesson plan to the roll call, and checked to see if everyone was here. Good, a perfect attendance. At least the little bastards knew not to miss my damn class.
"Alright class, my name is Mrs. Browne. I know many of you don't want to be here, and that's fine with me. You don't want to be here, get out." I waited for a moment to see if anyone would actually be foolish enough to leave. No one did. "First things first, I'm going to be pairing you off into groups. Amakane, Dufour, Fell; you're group one." This class looked like a bunch of brainless idiots.
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Post by SKIP on Jul 13, 2010 4:01:27 GMT -5
SHOW ME HOW TO LIE[/color] YOU'RE GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME[/font] ---------------------------------------------Cookies.... Kitty.... Puppy.... They were all gone. They'd been there for a while, entertained themselves with him, it seemed. Fucked him and left him (but only in one case!).... but he could have really used the company of someone he knew. Those kids over there, they hadn't verbally attacked him yet, but even if they hadn't.. Skippers need their love. Maybe that's what it was. It wasn't that he was scared, shy, or socially anxious. He just needed love.. Funny considering what class he was about to enter.
Speaking of love and Fuck Education...
While he was standing and being God-forsakeningly emo sentimental, poor Skip failed to notice the old woman waddling up behind him. He was brought back into reality, and not pleasantly. Somebody, someone who smelled very much like anger and lack of botox (what does that even smell like?) pushed him out of the way.
"Owwww-Oh..... Ssssssorry!" He piped suddenly, giving himself and the pusher a few more steps clearance. His hand went to rub his shoulder and he stayed where he was for moment or two, watching the other students in the class file into the classroom. Lower lip sticking out, Skip wondered if it was safe to go into or not. He was used to verbal abuse but never physical (teehee). The last two students walked into the classroom and then he decided he'd best do the same. If anything, he could drop the class this afternoon. His counselor would understand... right?
Lucky boy he was, Skip found only the front row open. He bit his lip again. Bleck. But at least he wouldn't miss whatever it was this subject had to offer-- That was when his eyes landed on the teacher. Instantly the idea of old-people fuck came to mind and hurrying to a seat was all he could do from making a face. Ewwwwwwww-- The teacher was saying something but he didn't listen to her. Instead, he fumbled around with his books to keep himself occupied and after he was done with that not-so-time-consuming task, unzipped his hoodie. Anything to keep from thinking about the teacher and how she'd pushed him and-and looking at her and--
The sound of a last name that sounded a bit too familiar caught his attention though all his fidgeting. Amakane, Dufour, Fell: you're group one. Fell, Fell, FellFellFell. His head lifted slowly, eyes rising even slower. The last name that used to be his but had been discarded, never to be his ever again. Apparently, his counselor hadn't mentioned the whole ordeal with his last name... But he could deal. He was determined not to go all PTSD in a Fuck Education classroom. He could do it, he could do it, he could do it. And with that he shook his head and rose out of his seat, attempting to rid the nervous panic that was rising up from his fingertips that had nothing to do with being stuck in a group with strangers.
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Post by URETU AMAKANE on Jul 13, 2010 4:03:21 GMT -5
+ + + + + Finally. I followed the teacher in and headed for the back of the room. It was best that I was as far from the front as possible. I always felt too nervous there. Too full of anxiety.
I tried to find where Raine was sitting. Though, these probably wouldn't be our definite seating arrangments. We might be placed alphebetically, or simply by wherever Mrs. Browne wanted us to be. Though some teachers didn't mind about the seating arrangements.
Mrs. Browne called attendance. Surprisingly, everyone was here. I guess not as many people skipped class as they did back home. That was something I could get used to. Though it would take some getting used to.
Then something really unexpected happened. We were assigned groups. Why would we need to be in groups? Would we be presenting something soon? How would we be graded? But then I heard those blissful words "Amakane, Dufour, Fell; you're group one." That would be a major plus to this class. |
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Post by RAINE DUFOUR on Jul 13, 2010 4:04:26 GMT -5
Ho. Lee. Shit. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t expecting that. The yelling, the pushing, the old. When she read “Mrs. Browne” on the paper, she thought the SEX Ed instructor would be...how could she put this...not around when dinosaurs roamed the earth. Miss Buchanan, not Miss Havisham. Geez.
Raine stumbled backwards a couple of feet as the old woman fought her way through the crowd of students to the door. She heard the little kid at the front squeak out an apology after getting shoved aside. She sort of felt sorry for him; she probably wouldn’t have done anything either, but no way would she have apologized. Note to self: don’t get in Grandma’s way.
Once the door was open students began piling in. She would have normally waited until everyone was inside and went in last, but wanting to get a seat in the back caused her to shoulder her way into the group of students (who all wore faces of excitement or apprehension, it seemed). The raven-haired girl squeezed in, somehow managing not to drop her books when she felt someone touch her ass. Whether it was an accident or some perverted jerk, she wasn’t going to turn around to find out. When she finally made it in to the classroom, she headed for the back immediately with one primary goal: In the back and away from Uretu, in the back and away from Uretu. She spotted an empty desk in the left-rear side of the room. She loosened her grip and let all her books fall onto her desk with a “thud”, and sunk down in her seat with a relieved sigh. She had successfully avoided him...until she turned her head and saw two crimson eyes sitting at the desk adjacent staring back at her. Aw, dammit.
The teacher was already asking students to beat it if they wished (she couldn’t help but take that as a slightly different connotation considering she was in Sex Class, haha), but no one left. Like a combination of fear and the possibility of getting stuck in a shoddier class was keeping everyone glued to their seats.
Without an introduction or anything, Mrs. Browne jumped right into groups. Raine’s stiffened. Groups? Why were they getting into groups? No no no, that would mean social interaction, not something she was particularly fond of or even good at.
”Amakane, Dufour, Fell; you’re group one.”
Raine just let go of everything and let her head slam off the desk. That’s a major minus. Urgh, it was bad enough she was stuck sitting beside him but now they were partners. Juuust great. What was next, practice make-out sessions? She squirmed at the thought.
As Granny called out other names students began to stand and look for their groupmates, and figuring she should do the same, she slowly and reluctantly lifted her head back up, not bothering to brush away the hair that fell into her eyes.
She looked at Fag Dracula beside her. “Who’s Fell?”
She hoped it was a girl. Definitely didn’t want to be stuck in a group with two boys. And a horny one at that. Bleck.
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Post by SYLVIA BROWNE on Jul 13, 2010 4:05:34 GMT -5
Alright, this class was going to be easy. All I'd have to do for today is pass out the text books and a few worksheets. Simple, though I was sure that these little bastards would ruin it somehow. These future whores always found a way to ruin everything. I let out a sigh as I grabbed a large stack of books from my desk. These effing things were heavy! I put them on the front desk of the farthest row to the left, and told the scrawny bastard to pass them back.
I repeated the process until all the rows had books. An entry into the world of Sex. What a stupid ass title. These whores already knew about sex, no matter what they would say. There are even little fifth graders that know more about sex than I knew before I reached high school! The little shits.
They were talking. Not loudly, but just loud enough to make me hate them all. Children should not be heard. They shouldn't even be seen on most days. But, it's my job to teach them about reproduction, even though the thought of these little behemoths 'repopulating' was disgusting.
"Alright, as groups you will be completing a project for me. It's simple, I'll randomly assign you a sexually transmitted disease and you'll do research on it. Then, you'll write a three page report, single spaced, size twelve font. Understood?" I thought about telling them all that they'd have to demonstrate everything they knew about sex. That would scare them, but it would be disgusting to watch. Those disgusting little bastard shits.
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Notes: Eh, I guess Pg-13 to R for this post [shrugs]
I dunno exactly where the language would put it...
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Post by SKIP on Jul 13, 2010 4:08:30 GMT -5
SHOW ME HOW TO LIE[/color] YOU'RE GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME[/font] ---------------------------------------------Skip had no idea who Dufour and Amakane were. He didn't know anyone in the classroom. He was alone in a room with faces without names, and some names without faces. His empty eyes looked around for a bit, stopping particularly on a massively-built Hispanic boy, before snapping his eyes back to the deskspace in front of him. The shaking in his fingertips had risen up to take over the entirity of both his hands now.
And he just sat there. Maybe they'd come for him.
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Post by URETU AMAKANE on Jul 13, 2010 4:10:38 GMT -5
+ + + + + My heart stopped for a second. Our first day here and we were already being assigned a three page report. UGH. Which STD would we have to write about? If there were only three people in a group, then there would be a fair number of groups. Would some of us have the same disease?
I tried to find Raine, to see if she had any guesses about which STD we'd study. Surprisingly enough, she was sitting close to me. Mrs. Browne seemed to be finished speaking, so I turned to face her.
There she was [just a walking down the street; lawl] just sitting there. Her eyes full of hate (for me, naturally) but also full of compassion. Compassion for those that she cared about. Compassion that I only hoped to have felt for me. But before I could say anything, she said the very words that I was planning on saying. "Who's Fell?"
"How am I supposed to know? I know these people just as much as you do." Oh no...that wasn't going to help get on her good side. Fuck. |
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Post by RAINE DUFOUR on Jul 13, 2010 4:12:19 GMT -5
“How am I supposed to know? I know these people as much as you do.”
Well, zat was a huge help. Raine sat up straight, lightly drumming her black-painted nails against zee desk in annoyance. Looks like Uretu was in zee same boat as her. Zee room was filled with blank faces, people she didn’t or even cared to know. Maybe zee kid would come to zem? Non, she should’ve known better san zat. Fell could’ve been as lost as zey were. Her eyes scanned over zee crowd of students, zee majority of which already found each ozeer and were beginning to settle in groups in different corners of zee room.
Raine used her amazing powers of deduction to make a guess as to where to start looking. Every single student was up and about and conversing, except for zee slee [three] remaining idiots zat were stuck in zeer desks staring at zee wall. She recognised zee other boy (she grunted wis distaste; well, at least he looked girly) by his light pur-pell jackeet. And as zee unlucky fellow zat was heaved to zee side by Madame Vieille. She decided to move before she got yelled at.
She rose, turned to Mr. Emo beside her and beckoned, “Une pute, me suivre.” Smirking, sure that he didn’t know what zee hell she just said, she began to weave around zee desks and over to where zeer (possible) group mate was sitting. She didn’t bau-zeer wasting her breis [breath] on a greeting, but instead slammed her palms down on his desk, her bracelet making a “clinking” sound has it made contact. Bending her arms, she lowered herself down until she was face-to-face wis zee kid, accentuating her piercing blue gaze.
“Hé, etes-vous Fell?” she whispered, a stern look on her face. She couldn’t help a smile from tugging at her lips when she added, “Voudriez-vous avoir le sexe comme les lapins?”
She couldn’t help but throw zat in zere, just to screw wis him. But man, it would suck if she had zee wrong person. Or if he knew French.
[/blockquote] OOC Notes:READ ALL OF THIS IN A FRENCH ACCENT!! (because the admins thought it would be funny) So...many... "zee"'s!!!! XD Sorry for the crappy post, really. No muuuuse X__X Raine's in a teasing mood. Sorreh. @_@ Some translations: - Madame Vieille means "Mrs. Hag" - "Une pute, me suivre" means, "Hey bitch, follow me." - "Hé, etes-vous Fell" = "Are you Fell?" - "Voudriez-vous avoir le sexe comme les lapins?" roughly translates to, "Wanna fuck like bunnies?" She's not serious, of course...I just really wanted to say that. xD [/size][/font] |
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Post by SYLVIA BROWNE on Jul 13, 2010 4:14:31 GMT -5
These little brats were doing just as I commanded. Good, good. As long as they kept this behavior up we wouldn’t have any problems. They’re research would take up a good bit of their free time in the evenings, so to be extra mean why not assign them a few worksheets? I went to my desk to get them. In the top drawer of the right side there was a large stack of papers labeled ‘Anatomy Worksheet’. That ought to get the little shits at least a little bit familiar with the human body, if they weren’t already.
I did the same as I did with their books; I placed a small stack on each desk in the front and told the bastards to pass them back. After doing this, however, I noticed that there were three students who weren’t doing what I told them to. Maybe they didn’t understand the complicated instructions. But just as I was about to yell at them, the girl (Mar-something) was up to purple jacket kid. Maybe the bastards finally understood the assignment.
I went up to the board and wrote down more information. “Listen up class. If, for some reason, you can’t do the report, you will be able to do a power point on the disease in question. Don’t get too excited, if you choose to do the power point it’ll have to be something amazing.” I didn’t really feel like grading the reports anyway.
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