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Post by Kale Glagsaw on Oct 11, 2009 16:02:26 GMT -5
The classroom was empty with the exception of a red headed foreigner. He wore a rather unusual outfit, a Victorian styled tuxedo. Kale had always had a flair for the dramatics, and he figured, there had to be to at least one odd ball teacher.
On the board behind his desk, which he was sitting on, was written:
' Lesson One: Who ever is late, gets the ax '
' Lesson Two: Foundation of Duel History '
He yawned as he swung one leg over the other while sitting on the desk. It wasn't that he was trying to set a bad example, it was just that, it was the beginning of the school year. If he sat closer to the students, in theory he would memorize their faces quicker.
Either way, anyone who was late wasn't going to get off the hook easily.
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Post by Mesmere on Oct 12, 2009 1:02:02 GMT -5
One walked into the class. No word or sound. A single book laid in the placid arms of the person who entered. Obelisk Blue. Female. The pace attained was quite steady. Facials rather still for an ordinary person to have.
The other one behind the desk, he would receive a bow. Formalities. After, the student would recede to a seat. Second row. Sixth seat to the center. Book now on the surface before her, it opened as the owner needed. The axe forgets what the tree remembers.
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Post by purezen on Oct 12, 2009 15:27:20 GMT -5
It had not been long before his Dueling Classes had ended that Xenneth had found himself within this very class. The settings were very much the same giving the essence of a class the moment he walked in; this was usually categorized by the air thick with coldness that would make you stroke a hand over your shoulders to use what warmth was kept in the palms, the vast setting, and the demanding silence the place demanded the moment you would walk in. It was silent as Xenneth walked in, but only because the place lacked any students at the moment. Looking around, he swore he could be the first one there until stepping downward finally to catch sight of the only individual that was there only but the teacher.
Live and in color, she stuck out to Xenneth’s world. It had appeared that the young woman he had seen in the courtyard had taken this class as well. Even if he recognized her, he did not approach for he did not know if his presence would be an annoyance, or it would be a calmness to the eyes. Of course, he thought the default and assumed he would pester if he tried to stick to something like a glued friend to their skin, not that they were friends seeing that he felt as if he actually made a bond with the young woman that was solid. His attention strayed focusing on the class and his seat positioning as he took to the middle row, left side of the classroom, and all the way to the seat at the very end next to the left stair walkway.
Letting his white book bag swing from his shoulders and his pocket portfolio sit upon the desk, he had settled himself into his seat. Preparing for the lessons, he could see the first being about an “Ax” and the second being a lesson that he could understand. The first however had brought him to give it a second glance, a bit intimidated since it seemed like a “Real Ax” was in question. It made him quite uncomfortable to be honest, up until that point, it seemed that he tried to think of something realistic to describe this “Ax.” It was mostly a denial that the teacher had an actual axe that would catch a person if they were late, but that sounded silly, right?
…right?
Silent, prepared, he had sat back grateful that he did not fulfill the properties to catch this “Ax” if he were late.
OOC NOTES:Chatty Ditz: Short post…I don’t feel good right now, so this will do for the attendance. Further more, I’m trying to organize my thread timing OOC.[/size] |
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Post by David Frost on Oct 12, 2009 16:42:17 GMT -5
And so it began...
It was the first day of class for the transfer student David Frost and he was actually not late for once in his life. He had come strolling into the classroom wearing a bleary-eyed look of someone who had just gotten out of bed, regardless of whether or not this was a morning or an afternoon class! Either way, he didn't really seem to be all that concerned about it. He also carried a black bookbag over a shoulder of the white-hooded Obelisk jacket that he wore. How someone who looked as lazy and carefree as he did even managed to get into that prestigious dorm was probably a mystery to all who looked upon him. Either this silver-haired boy was actually much more than he gave the impression to be... Or the Obelisk Blue Dorm's standards had fallen considerably as of late. Whichever it was, no one seemed to know.
After opening his mouth to release a wide and caricaturish yawn. the silver-haired boy cast a cursory glance throughout the classroom as if he were looking for the seat that was furthest in the back. He caught sight of the teacher, a red-haired man in a Victorian suit sitting behind his desk, along with two other fellow students.
One was a female Obelisk Blue student who struck him as being rather pretty (especially to the baser and more perverted part of David's instincts), but whose rigid expression was more akin to a mask of ice rather than a true face. Quite frankly, it made David more than a bit wary. And it also made him think twice about giving in to his usual urge to start reciting poorly memorized Shakespeare to her in an ill-fated attempt to win her heart. Besides, it was way too early for that sort of thing (or his body's internal clock was telling him).
The other was a Ra Yellow male student who seemed a bit... well, odd based on appearances alone. Maybe it was the long and violet tresses that sat atop his head or perhaps it was the little red heart that had been stamped on his cheek, but he was giving David the distinct impression of being one of those god-awful pretty boys. You know the type. The ones who thought so highly of themselves that they delighted in the rosy scent of their own farts. However, the meek expression he wore on his face was telling David that might not have been the case with this body. Far from it, actually. And so David was forced to give the other boy the benefit of a doubt regarding that.
So with that in mind and seeing that there were no other students in the classroom, the silver-haired Obelisk saw that he had a wide choice of available seating. He covered his mouth as another yawn broke through his lips and then he trudged forward until he had claimed the Eighth Seat of the Third Row as his own. He set his bookbag atop his desk, opened it to retrieve his book, and then promptly laid his head upon its flat surface as if he were taking a nap. At least until the other students had arrived and the class was ready to begin. David may have been a lazy bum, but he certainly wasn't rude. Not on his first day of classes, at any rate...
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Post by "Jugan" Kannouteki on Oct 12, 2009 20:53:35 GMT -5
Jugan walked into the classroom with a wide grin. The kind he always wore. And yes, it seemed as if the student didn't own a shirt in his entire wardrobe, preferring to wear the jacket of his uniform as a cape with the collar popped up. "This is going to be a positively manly day!" He exclaimed loudly, before looking around.
"Silence is so not manly." Jugan muttered. He examined the teacher, then the Obelisk Blue girl, then the Ra Yellow gi- boy? Jugan couldn't quite tell. Then his eyes fell on the last student, sleeping. Why, Jugan would recognize the back of that head anywhere!
"WAKE UP, DAVEY BOY! IT'S A WONDEFUL DAY TO BE MANLY!" Jugan shouted loudly in David's ear as he slapped his back roughly, several times over. "BEING A MAN IS ALL ABOUT STAYING WIDE AWAKE! UNLESS IT IS REALLY LATE AT NIGHT, BECAUSE BEING SLEEPY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY IS BAD AND ANTI-MANLY! OR AS I LIKE TO CALL IT, BANTI-MANLY! Catchy, isn't it?" Jugan asked David.
Without even waiting for a response, Jugan shouted some more. "WHY, I KNOW IT IS! NO NEED TO COMPLIMENT MY MANLY CREATIVITY, DAVEY-BOY!"
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Post by Wing Sung on Oct 13, 2009 15:07:40 GMT -5
Wing arrived in the classroom, assuming that she was on time due to the lack of students that are already present. As she took a seat, she finally noticed the writings on the board. Intimating, if the professor meant it literally that is. Still, whatever he meant, she was thankful that she made it into the class on time.
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Post by DJ Reilty on Oct 13, 2009 20:07:59 GMT -5
DJ hobbled into the classroom, carrying a stack of books, looking like he'd hurt his leg on something. His clumsiness really got old, especially when he ran into things at an angle in a hurry to get to class on time and ended up giving himself a charilehorse. He stumbled in with the limp of an old man and took a seat fairly close to the door but far enough in so he was away from the back of the room, he knew how teachers usually didn't take to people who sat in the back.
He sighed and rubbed his aching leg lightly, he seemed to have a lot on his mind lightly and hadn't been out much aside from going to and from classes. He put whatever it was he was thinking about out of his mind for now and adjusted his texts and notebooks to prepare fpr class to start, hoping his leg would stop hurting soon.
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Post by David Frost on Oct 13, 2009 23:43:04 GMT -5
It seemed that David just wasn't going to be getting any peace today. As soon as his eyes had closed after his forehead had touched down upon the book that laid flat on his desk, there came a great racket from the classroom door. Someone was shouting about something or another, but the silver-haired was simply too tired to understand it or even bother trying to do. The only thing he did was listen to the rhythmic sounds of footsteps running up the steps towards his desk as if they were a lullaby, and then exhaled a weary sigh before letting his thoughts drift. Drifting farther and farther way to blissful Dream Land....
And then....
"WAKE UP, DAVEY BOY! IT'S A WONDERFUL DAY TO BE MANLY!"
The next thing David knew was that someone had started shouting in his ear and that same someone was now slapping him HARD across the back like a demented wheat thresher! A startled and sleepy "-SNRK!- WUZZAT!" was torn from the boy's lips and he shot up straight at his desk. And much to his great displeasure, he was rewarded with even more viciously hard slaps across the back. Not a very pleasant way to start the day, I can assure you.
"BEING A MAN IS ALL ABOUT STAYING WIDE AWAKE! UNLESS IT IS REALLY LATE AT NIGHT, BECAUSE BEING SLEEPY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY IS BAD AND ANTI-MANLY! OR AS I LIKE TO CALL IT, BANTI-MANLY! Catchy, isn't it?"
If it hadn't been for the fact that he had managed to recognize the voice that was shouting in the classroom, then David would've surely clocked the guy. In fact, he had already lifted his arm to do just that. However, hearing the word "manly" come out of the mouth of the idiot slapping him made him freeze immediately. He only knew one person in the whole world who had an obsession with that word. And as impossible as it seemed to his senses now, that same person was now standing right in front of him.
"Jugan?" David asked in disbelief when he turned his head to the student-in-question. His eyes grew a bit wide when he saw that it was indeed Jugan that he was talking to. "What the crap are you doing here? I thought you were still at West Acad-..." he continued on, his voice trailing off as a pang of realization settled into his thoughts. He stared at Jugan with a blank and exasperated look. "You got kicked out again, didn't you?"
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Post by Craig Benedict on Oct 14, 2009 14:31:43 GMT -5
Craig arrived in class silently. He didn't talk much. After all he was here to learn, not socialize. And duel of course. History in all forms was a strong suit of his which was fortunate. While he wouldn't know it until taught, he has a good memory of all that was said to him or around him.
Craig took his usual seat in the center of the center row. He always sat in the center if it was possible. If it wasn't he would sit in the front row center seat. As long as it was center seat and the row was odd numbered or middle row.
Until class started, he would read as usual. He took out a book with red lined pages and began reading. It was near the end of the book already and he seemed as interested as he ever seemed in anything.
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Post by Ryouichi Matsumoto on Oct 14, 2009 22:13:36 GMT -5
Ryouichi made his way into the classroom prepared to start his day in class. However, there was something new going on with Ryou...something no one would find out about or know about. As he sat there, he seemed to have a more preditory gleam in his eyes than he ever had. Behind his glasses, he hid that gleam with his normal confident smile and posture.
He wore his blue proudly but also a gold shirt underneath it instead of his normal white one. If he seemed attractive to normal girls, it just seemed that he had taken a new step to increase that image. As he looked around at those already there he was getting a look at everyone there including the professor. Almost as if he was checking out possible prey...but he broke that quickly and stated in his normally aloof tone of voice.
"Greetings professor, I'm here for class, Ryouichi reporting."
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Post by Louis Kachala on Oct 18, 2009 22:12:21 GMT -5
Loius walked into the classroom, carrying several books under his arm as he tok a seat waiting for the class to begin. He looked at the bored and say what was written and smiled, perhaps the professor had a sense of humor. Either that or he had an actual axe under his desk.
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Post by Natalie Kiana on Oct 28, 2009 18:55:54 GMT -5
Natalie let out a small sigh if relief as she had found the right room. This was only her second day of being at the Academy and she had been afraid of losing her way here, though fortunately the directions had been pretty simple. She looked around the room to find the best place to sit, somewhere a safe distance away from anyone who might make her uncomfortable. Her condition was an unusual one and she wanted to keep it to herself until it was fixed.
After scanning the room from the back door for a moment, she spotted a seat near the middle where no one was sitting for at least a chair away from the one she intended to sit in. That gave her plenty of "personal space" room so that no one would catch her off guard. Once she took her seat, Natalie pulled out a notebook and pencil from her belongings, intending to be ready whenever the professor would start.
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