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 Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:42 pm
Another day, another opportunity to sit on her a** and wait around. The sturdy woman leaned back in her chair, her feet up on her large work table at the front of the room. A small cloud of smoke circling her head as she took yet another unhealthy drag of the delicious carcinogen into her mouth, exhaling out her nose.
Tired, yes, but more bored than anything, she ignored her coffee's slow decline into coldness, lethargy and laziness taking over as she resituated just slightly, a series of small crickling cracks running up her neck and spine. No one showed up yesterday, and so she didn't expect anyone to show up today. Her shop class was barren. And the ceramics class before was matching in its complete death. Imaginary tumbleweeds rolling along her classroom. If you could call it that. A large concrete shop, a classroom.
Her toes rolling from side to side, curling and uncurling as she watched the time roll by on her clock. "It appears this may be a waste of time." Muttered the voice in her head. Elegant and intelligent and precise was the tone. "Shuddup" Muttered the snow-haired woman to absolutely nothing. Her hand drew up to her cigarette, the ash flicked onto the floor.
Boredom set in and ultimately she got up. Her boots clomping as she moved smoothly across the courtyard. A few wayward girls giggling to each other bumped into her as she passed by. She should've understood the omen. But it was too late. As she turned the corner from the door into the hall, a rather small woman colliding right into her, the toweresque Instructor Frahy bumped back a bit. "Wuh-whoops!" She muttered. "I think I might've hitcha..." She murmured as the little student apologized profusely. Synria held out her hand gently. "Lemme help you up an' stuff."
{Thanks for posting, it gives me an opportunity to interact.}
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 3:58 pm
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.Her morning class had been in session today, but Horatio was not surprised when every single student in the class had simply never arrived. It wasn't particularly new to her. It seemed that, every year, the introductory students heard from their more expierienced peers that she didn't care- not entirely true, but close enough.
The bell had rung moments before, and the blonde Mage waited as patiently as she could for at least one face to pop in through the door. Her mechanics students usually at least tried to babble an excuse before she shooed them away, as they tended to have lived a certain amount of time among humans and gained a genuine interest for how things worked. She idly toyed with the piles of gears strewn across her 'desk,' itself made of metal and bound by little more than aura.
Her eyes flicked up to the light fixtures on the ceiling, and immediately they halted they fluorescent flickering. She hated fluorescent lights. Their vacuum and gases were immensely resistant to her skills, and she had to renew her focus on them every few hours, or they'd begin their incessant flickering. Not that anyone else could see it. It was too fast for most people, and only her godforsaken gift let her notice it at all.
It tended to end in extreme headaches.
Horatio sighed deeply, and let her head loll forward to rest in her palm, still watching the unpleasantly unmoving door.
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Pan had watched the door throughout Kiala's class, waiting to see if his little Witchling would show up again. She never did, and he had spent much of the class wondering whether she'd ever found the Administrative Office to get a new schedule.
So consumed by his curiousity had Pan been that he'd even accidentally mispronounced a term in his oral presentation/punishment. He was sure Kiala would deduct an unreasonable amount of points, but he already had two As on record in the class. It didn't matter what he got now.
Finally, the bell rang releasing him from the newly less crowded biology class room. He had a free period next, and he was determined to find the witchling and do two things. First, he would make her blush and see if he could make her tremble, and second he would find out if she'd changed classes.
After that, maybe he'd take her to see Tamaranth about a false animal.
Once he was out of the building, it took only a moment for his nose to catch the girl's scent, and she smelled nervous and tired. Well, that doesn't make sense. Did she just completely sleep through the early classes? When he turned a corner and saw the girl's books scattered around herself and the metallurgy teacher. He knew her name, but Frahy was one of the very few teachers he'd never been in class with.
She was relatively new on the scene, and while Ceramics were by all means very exciting, they were not one of Pan's interest groups. Besides, she was huge, and while not intimidating, he was certain he wouldn't like spending a year craning his neck at funny angles to talk to her..
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Meridian Flare Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 4:21 pm
'Always causing problems, silly little Miya...'
The voices.... Miya's breath froze in her lungs. She hadn't heard voices for awhile, at least not bad ones... Going to St. Francis was supposed to be her fresh start! They weren't supposed to be talking to her! Quickly, she spluttered out more apologies, only half noticing that the tower of woman she'd clumsily collided with had spoken, her words mumbled.
Miya quickly collected her scattered learning materials and looked up in surprise when the almost burly woman offered her hand. The young Witchling took it, blushing more. "N-no, no! It was completely my fault!" She said in a somewhat rushed tone. It wasn't really that she was rushed, per say, for she had no where of great importance to get to, but she wanted to make sure that the woman wouldn't feel bad. The little witch always thought of others first... Her mother had taught her that when she was very young. You never know what others may be forced to deal with, Miya. Therefore you must treat them with understanding and compassion, and make sure you are thinking of others before yourself. You know how you feel, and can keep that under control, but others are a mystery. Kindness is the key, my love!
She looked around dizzily, still somewhat dazed from all the commotion, and from being thrown so quickly from her mind's images. People rushed past her, and she tried to move out of the way, though there wasn't much space for her to move to. "U-um, I'm new here..." She said softly, smiling shyly. "I've never seen you before. I'm Miya Calloway." The witch wasn't sure why she chose to state the obvious so often... It was something that bothered her, and bothered those horrid voices as well, whom promptly chided her for such a thing. She did her best to ignore it. Still, she couldn't understand what prompted such a return... Perhaps her being jarred from running into such a solid person!
The woman she'd bumped into was much taller than herself and thickly built, it seemed. Miya had scarce met such a woman. She wasn't fat or anything like that (Miya has known many a baker's wife to know the difference), but she just seemed... Strong... She didn't quite know how to describe her or what to think of her. Also, this teacher seemed quiet as well, very gentle for her size.
Pan and Evie were whom she had searched for, and yet she failed to notice her dear friend only a short distance from where she stood.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 5:26 pm
Evie had known what was going to happen the next morning, but that didn't mean she was any less resistant to it. When she woke her body already ached slightly and she had a good headache. How she couldn't wait for tomorrow. She would escape from her semi-human appearance and be her real self. Until then, she would have to do with the illness.
This morning she had dressed in a black ruffled skirt and a purple tanktop. Today was not the day she would try to wiggle into a dress. With a groan the girl began to search for any signs of her friends. She would have liked nothing better to stay in bed until tonight, but the need to see her friends overthrew that.
It was then she spotted Miya. Pan was a little farther away, but Evie had not much energy to shout out his name. So she focused on her witch friend. It seemed she had collided with an older looking girl. Cat features as well as human showed curiosity as she approached the two.
"Morning Miya," Evie said to her friend, slinging an arm around the girl's shoulders in a hug, weaker then the ones she usually gave. She winced slightly as her headache gave her a shot of pain. This was going to be a fun day.
[I hope I explained the lycan illnes thing okay..]
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 5:53 pm
((I promise I will post tomorrow night. I've been really busy with school and work. I'm sorry you guys.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 6:32 pm
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.Pan watched Evie's approach, and nearly flinched. The illness seemed to be hitting her especially hard, she looked so pale- an achievement, considering her already light skin. As for himself, he had only a bit of nausea, but that would change by afternoon classes. However, what really struck him was Miya's scent. She wasn't calming down, as she nervously conversed with the teacher. Instead, she was getting worse. His mind alighted once more on the brokenness he'd sensed in her when they'd first met, but he pushed it aside.
He waved at Evie, acknowledging that he'd seen her, just as she'd seen him, but didn't yet approach the gaggle of females. Now that he knew his friends were fine, neither dead nor lost, he let his eyes wander, searching for a tall, dark shape among the milling students. I do wonder how I managed to be here seven years and not notice him....
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:08 pm
Miya's small body flinched noticeably when Evie tossed an arm about her shoulders, not expecting someone to hug her so suddenly. "A-ah! Good morning Evie!" She tried to seem more chipper, hoping that if she was happier the horrid voices would go away, and the nicer voices would replace them.
Her feline friend seemed in pain, causing her to worry. 'You've hurt someone again, foolish little witch...' Miya could feel tears spring to her eyes. 'Just like your parents. They died to protect you...' A small, weak sound came from Miya's then closed mouth. She wanted to cry out, scream at the voice, to tell it that she had never hurt anyone. The young witch resisted such urges, though, and tried to continue her conversation with Evie. "A-are you okay..?" She tried to keep her voice down, thinking that it was her fault the girl winced. "I'm sorry if I gave you a headache...." Miya turns her gaze to the ground slightly.
The small student was never one to be aware of her surroundings, but she had seen Evie gaze in one direction, and turned her head that way as well. It was then that she noticed Pan, and began blushing immediately. How long had he been there? Again she flashed back to her class with him the previous day. She wondered how class had gone that day... She would miss having class with him, but maybe they have another class together?
Miya noticed he wasn't looking at her, and tried to refocus on the situation in her more immediate vicinity, though she was curious as to what Pan was looking at too. Had he seen them? Why did he not venture over? He was such a complex person...
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:35 pm
((Sorry I don't really have time for a post right now, but its probably better that I don't post yet, since I will probably be MIA until Saturday, since I’ve got a final tomorrow and another on Friday. So you can just pretend my character is still in bed until then or something… Sorry again.))
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Illicit Romance Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 3:51 am
[Edit: Darian has no classes today, which is the reason why I did not submit a schedule. I figured it being said in the post was sufficient.
I hadn't known if there was a specific way you wanted to be let know anyway.
=P
Nope, no classes again.
Other plans, if that's alright.]
An exasperated click of the tongue was all that announced Darian's presence to the deserted halls. Now the Vampire really was a bit annoyed. The day before his afternoon English class had been half empty, presumably the work of the new teacher. If you can't cope with Advanced English, why not trade it for standard classes? That was how he saw it, anyway. Now, on top of that, the day held no classes for him. The administration had best make up their minds on a consistent schedule soon. What was there to do?
The bell rang, exceedingly loud in his ear due to both his amplified sense of hearing and the fact that the buzzer sat not five feet from his head. Darian shook his ebony locks irritably; he was showing too much emotion today. Setting himself with a calming breath, he smirked at a sudden thought, then twirled gracefully and set off floating down the hall. Here and there tardy students dashed by, or sauntered coolly. The Vampire could pick out the obvious Lycans, even without being able to smell them a hundred yards off. One young girl down the hall seemed to be having quite the time, though another passing nearby nearly unaffected. Long time exposure; older than he looks. His icy gaze passed over the two - as well as the Witch that actually made his brow furrow - before he was gone as if he had never been.
A few more changes of direction brought him to an empty hallway, an open door at one side with no sounds coming from within save for steady tinkering noises. As suspected. Gliding to the entrance, he paused before entering. Why was he there? Surely because he simply had nothing better to do, as all of the classes he taught were not scheduled for that day. Not because he was interested in befriending her; that would never do. Acquaintances led to problems he did not want to dwell on. No, it was simply the lack of activity and boredom.
"Miss Tamaranth?" the question came, announcing his presence before he had a chance to startle her. Even the keenest senses could miss his approach. "Were your classes also put on layaway again, or am I the only today?" He took a seat at one of the student's desks, leaning on the front end instead of using the chair. Silvery slitted spheres studied the female, full of nothing but calm and serenity. Purposefully. He knew something of the Auras the Mage could see, and even though he knew he was largely apathetic, a mental note was always kept to keep his emotions and thoughts in check.
No slips.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 7:03 am
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.Horatio calmly lifted her painfully bored gaze to meet the eyes of her visitor. "You again, Darian? At this rate, I'm going to think you're stalking me. You just disappear for months at a time, poof, and then you're back again." Her voice was uncharacteristically dull, with none of the frantic energy that always seemed to be pushing her right to the edge of anger at herself and the world.
"No, my classes are in session." she continued, gesturing at the rows of empty work tables, "As you can plainly see. I know it's partly my fault, I don't force them to come to class like Kay does, but... it's just such a worthless thing to learn. They'll never use it." She let her eyes drift away from Darian's face, glancing towards one of the lit screens in the back of the room.
"I've searched the whole web for them, my students, you know, and the only one who's even got a technological footprint in it is little Panya. He used to play human student, apparently slid right past the genetics for years. If you've gone sixty or seventy years without ever touching a keyboard, why would you want to learn it now?" With a thoroughly defeated look on her face, she let her head slide off her hand and landed forehead first on the desk with a thunk.
"Damned passion flowers didn't do a thing, either. Gods, I wish I could still knock my self out with antihistamines like I used to. That, or pitch tantrums. Not allowed to do that, though. I could knock the damn school down by accident, so no tantrums for me.".
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 7:21 am
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Klara didn't bother with making eye contact with the few people she past on her way to her first class of the day, Herbology with the woman she usually called Death's Fae in her head. Momo was far to cute a name for someone who so reeked of dead things. There was the smell of soap, and of peaches, and the earthy plants she worked with, but mostly just the sensation of dead around the woman, in Klara's opinion. Though, then again, her blood-fellows could sense little or nothing of it. Perhaps it was a matter of pure blood versus tainted, but whatever it was, the woman would always be Smerti Feia in her thoughts.
With a well practiced appearance of boredom, the Russian meandered down the corridors of the dormitories, and out onto the grassy field separating the class buildings. Every time someone gasped at the sight of her holding the dead little hare, limp and stained with blood, by it's foot, Klara's smirk widened. If only Penny could see me, she'd slap me. Terrorizing younger children with horrible truths. Not an ounce of good manners.
Truth be told, she missed her pet dearly, and was looking forward to the end of her year her, when she would finally be free of this stupid school. It was only the contract she and Penny had made that kept her on the grounds at all, and she tried her hardest to make it obvious that she did not want to be here.
The hare left a gruesome stain where it swung against the door when she pushed her way into the class building.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 2:48 pm
The dark figure roamed through the halls; raven hair mussed up, but stylish none-the-less. Glowing red orbs making no direct contact with anything in particular, as they gazed distantly and menacingly through his current mindset. As he walked, students cleared the path for him, fearing his reaction if they so much as bumped into him. Ranofer wasn’t paying much attention to the crowd, though, his thoughts were still dwelling on the dream he had had that night.
The dream took place in a small clearing within a set of pine trees, a thick layer of snow covering the ground as the white flakes fluttered down from the baby blue sky. Ranofer in glamour lay flat in the snow, his limbs stretched out as he watched the snow fall about him. As soon as the image appeared, it was replaced with another. The sky began to change, brightening until it was a blinding white. Ranofer had changed, as well, no longer did his body lie there, instead the body of his queen rested in his placed, stone cold. The body wasn’t what had jolted him from his sleep, nor was the crimson blood that had stained the pure white snow surrounding her. No, it was those eyes, blank and beautiful, staring into his soul.
Ran shivered as the image passed through his mind for the thousandth time since he had awoken, the tingling in his spine finally bringing him back to the present as he took realization to his surroundings. Due to his vision, he had decided to skip his morning class, though he had already planned on skipping said class. Tamaranth wouldn’t expect much less, especially of him. His mass amount of absences in her class in previous years were really the only thing keeping him from passing, though it was miraculous that he had somehow made it into the Advanced course. Personally, he thought the class was pretty pointless. Computers were machines used by those too lazy to find their own knowledge, not to mention humans relied on the things as if they were the only meaning of life. He’d make her class tomorrow, though, he didn’t want the Mage to get too depressed about the poor attendance in her first couple of classes. Hah.
His thoughts resumed to his next scheduled class: Herbology. Sure, he liked nature as much as any other Fae, but the fact that a Seelie was teaching the class would ruin any pleasure he would find in the course. At least she concentrated on the Dark Arts, or Ran would purely hate the teacher. Speaking of which, what ever had happened to his little mage, Bell? After he had escorted her to her last class, it seemed she had disappeared; but, of course, he didn’t go out of his way to find her, either.
Rounding a corner, he made his way down the bustling hallway; students still clearing out of his path as he walked. Ran didn’t seem to notice, and there was no expression of arrogance stained on his features. The only thing that caught his interest all morning, was the apparent collision that took place only moments before he arrived. The scene was quite amusing, what with the slightly robust ceramics teacher and the small, frail little witch both apologizing profusely to each other. He didn’t make time to stop and watch the end results, but he was sure that the embarrassing spill would count for itself.
A somewhat familiar face caught his attention as he neared the end of the hallway. Remembering the previous day, he recalled the boy’s eyes trailing him out of Kiala’s class and down the hall. It seemed, even now, that the white-haired boy was searching the halls for something.. Or someone. Could it be…?
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 6:55 pm
The somewhat small, yet stringy figure leant against the wall in a surprisingly vacant hallway. Her lean body clothed with a simple, white beater and a pair of torn jeans. Bennie was never one to do the whole dress-up thing, usually just sticking to jeans and t-shirts. Taking in an exasperated breath, she pushed herself off of the wall with her webbed hands and began down the hallway; feet bare and webbed toes exposed. Though she loved to learn, she was beginning to question the very point of attending school. For the past five years, Bennie had been learning the same old tricks. Quite frankly, it was a bit boring for the Nymph, who was easily knowledgeable in any subject thrown at her. If not, she always found a way to turn it around, eventually learning those various missed facts. It was the way of a Gnome, and this one was pretty accustomed to the routine.
Stopping at a water fountain, she bent over to take a drink, taking a very prolonged amount of time sucking up the precious liquid. It was a good thing there wasn’t a line behind her, because there might just have been a riot forming by the time she was finished. Even after that, she cupped the water in a webbed hand, splashing it onto her fair-skinned face. As if her skin had been thirsty, the sheen of water soon diminished as her skin quenched its desire for wetness. Finally backing away from the fountain, she tucked a strand of her short, brownish red hair behind an ear; the gesture didn’t help the look of her obviously disheveled locks, but it wasn’t as if she looked bad. Bennie definitely had looked worse the previous day. She had stayed in her dorm, suffering from a stress fever. The sickness was brought on by bad memories, and all she had done the whole day was sit in her steaming bath. She didn’t want to bother visiting the much too flamboyant nurse, since there wasn’t much she could do to help her.
So, instead, she considered this the first day of her sixth year at St. Francis Academy, though her spirits weren’t as joyful as others. She wondered if the lycanthropes were having a more horrible time than she was. Well, it wasn’t that horrible, she was just exaggerating her boredom the tiniest bit. Bennie would just have to deal with it; she did have another four years to go in this place, so she might as well try to enjoy it. It wasn’t so bad, after all.
Remembering what she had for second class, she easily routed her way to the room it took place in. Though she had never taken a class in this particular room, her logic was easily superior in finding her way around the large school. As she neared the classroom, the hallways had thickened with students on their fifteen-minute break. Thanks to her somewhat small form, it was easy to maneuver herself through the crowd, weaving in and out of the students’ paths. As she arrived to her destination, she watched idly as the teacher known as Synria Frahy helped a small witch up from the ground. The Nymph waited patiently until the girl was distracted by a friend to walk up to the tall teacher.
“Hello.. Ms. Frahy? I’m Benaira,” she introduced herself to the woman with an extended hand, not sure if she would take it for the long nails and webbing in between her pale fingers, “I’m in your ceramics class,” a small, content smile appearing on Bennie’s face as she craned her neck to look at the teacher’s face.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 9:52 pm
{I'm sorry I can't post tonight, or probably tomorrow. Dx}
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:31 am
The class was empty of the fearsome woman's presence and would be until her sickness was over. It wasn't that the additude would a tear be shed for. Or, even her bizzare learning schedule. It would seem that many people didn't like her, reason unknown to the woman.
Far behind the school was a dense patch of forest, a twisted little house stood, the wooden walls rotting away. It seemed as though the woods were trying to crush the little house that the world forgotten. Branches had broken many of the windows and roots had managed to wiggle through many of the slabs of wood that would have been the porch. The trunks of the surrounding had warped the building's structure. Only a few rays of light had been able to pass through the many shades of green leaves. It was Kiala's 'little house of Usher', that is if he had built a two story house that came with a flooded basment.
The creatures of the forest had taken in this house. Kiala didn't mind. The smell of salted meat that hung from metal hooks of the first floor's ceiling had turned this house into Kiala's hide-away. This would be her food source and a trap for the smaller carnivores that roamed around. The school didn't seem to mind its presence, either that or they didn't know of it. Much of the students that had attended the school didn't even know. Maybe it was because it was hard to reach with thorns, ivy, and the trees that seemed to dance with another.
Kiala sat on the torn couch. The warm slightly damp furniture had made a nice nest for possums and racoons. Only giving this large creature more food to eat should the many cattle that had been killed not fill Kiala's appetite. Hanging the old unused clothes from one of the many floor boards that cracked up from the walking space. Lying back, staring through a hold from the second floor a nice breeze swept by, a light smile filling her face. Her blood began to rush with excitment of the night to come. Freedom, her other side would scream. THe only thing that her wild side wasn't getting was the thrill of the hunt. The look of terror on the prey's face. But, that look was slowing disappearing and soon her other side wouldn't know of that feature from other beings.
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