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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 15, 2008 23:37:21 GMT -8
Quest Name:Singing Telegram Format:Singular (You make only one, non-interactive post that takes your character throughout the entire event.) Reward:Cupid's Arrow Badge: (+3 Charisma.) Details: In gratitude of all the sweethearts of Valentine's Day! *Cannot Upgrade.Sign-up:1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Scenario:Valentine's Day! And you have volunteered/been volunteered to deliever 10 singing telegrams throughout Public High School #259! From random crushes to unrequited love, all the way down to a full-fledged romance, you are charged with the duty of running all thoughout the day to make sure Cupid's arrows have struck true! Enjoy yourselves. NOTE: ...We are pretending that we are on time for Valentine's day here. This post you make is on Valentine's day. This Mini-Quest closes on March 1st.
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Post by chihiro on Feb 16, 2008 13:06:53 GMT -8
1. Olesya Van deBogart
2. Stuart Pott
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 17, 2008 19:06:16 GMT -8
SHARE THE LOVE "...'Winters'... please report to the Student Dean's office. 'Winters', please report to the Student Dean's office."
Pushing back his desk, as he walked up, nodding at his teacher, he walked, fully jacketed in his usual attire. The Student Dean's? 'Never been called there... Were they finally going to revoke his 'S.H.C.P.' title, which was essentially obsolete at this point? Unless...* * * * * * Twenty Minutes Later * * * * * * ...Unless they decided to dress him up like cupid, carry around a 'bow', and carry a quiver full of love letters---Correction, singing telegrams?
Actually, that wasn't what had initially crossed his mind. But as he stalked out of the Student Dean's office, along with a few others, taking note to remember that bastard's face the next time he wanted to imagine punching someone really hard, he arched his arm back, and into the quiver.
A job was a job, and it had to get done somehow... These were the byproduct of school activities, after all. And someone had to humiliate them self (or selves) for the sake of the 259.
First on the list was..."From Calvin... to Susie..."...
He looked around, checking the name of the teacher... Great. All the way on the other side of the school. Well, he certainly wasn't going to spend his whole day walking. But wait, this was during third period, it was still seco---
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGG*
---SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.
The masses flooded out like a wave of flesh and terrible clothing. Enforcers were dancing about, setting about with dress codes, taking away hats... and all the while, shoving his way forcibly through a crowd was... Fuck this.
...~"ORAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...!!!!"* * * * * * * * * * * * * * Picking up one of the stupid bastards who tried to back-attack him, he threw his unconscious body against a set of locker. And stood, covered in blood, surrounded by a few bodies, some of the other punks still fighting each other, some noticeable bad-asses making their names known, he looked at himself. In his cupid costume, his bow broken in half, one half of it shoved up some guy's ass... forcibly. And covered in blood. Wonderful. He'd have to apologize to the sweethearts about the 'passionate stains' that were on their cards, as he poured out the 'liquid' portion of the contents from his quiver.
...Attempting to control his breathing, he looked about, checking for a clock---CRAP. Third period was almost over! Running suddenly, he slid across a pool of blood, and smashed into a locker...* * * * * * * * * * * * * * "...drop dead. Love, Calvin."Something about this screamed copyright infringement. As the girl fumed in the class, screaming out several modest curses (in spite of the way she was blushing, almost happily...), he looked back at his quiver, only to realize that the bottom of it had broken open---CRAP, THE LETTERS.
The quiver must've weakened when he slammed it upside that bastard's head from an hour back!... Crap, crap, crap...
And then the bell rang. Again.
..."DAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!!!"* * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Dear Linus Schroeder, sweet love of mine, 'tis with feelings amazed that I write to mine Valentine. For years on end I've listened patiently with patience divine... hoping, begging for thine love's incline... But in the past 13 years, you never grew a spine, so now I've found some boyfriends to put out, twenty plus nine."
"Your a loser with necrophiliac fantasies over Beethoven. Go die in a piano-induced accident, you ass.">_>...
"Unfettered" left the speechless piano player, obviously expecting something else, crying on top of his desk. Such a terrible, terrible day. Coincidentally, he craved Peanuts.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ...Secretly, as he looked through the messages, he was hoping to find a message to Mitsuki. Then, he could rip it apart, make up his own 'singing telegram', and leave after having completely bashing her and humiliating her in class... Pity there was none. However, as he looked at the pretty face of a girl named 'Lauren'... he looked down. Shiest. He'd actually have to sing for this one... The teacher looked at him impatiently, wishing he'd hurry up, but he paused for a bit. Shook his head, straightening out one of his wings. Past is past, ja?
Ja.
..God, he hoped he didn't butcher this. He prepped himself... Crimeny. Crimea. Crimea River. Cry me a river. This was such a cheesy song."~Wake up in the morning..."
"And wishing to see you, in my arms..."
"You make all the raindrops stay awaaay...~"
"...I love each moment we spend together,"
"Time again for class to start!"
"But zings like this make it all this all better to waaaiit...~"
"For your face, your love, I can so anticipaaate..."
"...I'll see you after class, with a rose..."
"..So doon't be laaaaate..."Turning away, blushing, even though it was the girl was all the more taken by this, he knew his voice was quiet, but the gal was enthralled."Homygod, Homygod... that's so cheeeese.""Yea, but its stupid romantic. Alan's got this gal in the bag."...Sigh. He needed a drink after this.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * "...So, I came around the party... looking for sex."
"Looking for a gal to rock the house with."
"But then you caught me in the eye..."
"...And you looked... ooh-so fine."
"I just knew that you had to be mine."
"...So as we stripped down and laid about in bed..."
"And you put your pOnOs in my vAgOo..."
"My 'teeth' bit you off."
"Asshole."
"So sorry you couldn't be with your Valentine today."
"But no guy messes with me then tells me he has a gal."
"You're such a fu---"---"Okay... okay! Thank you... for, uh... explaining why Jordan's not going to be with us in class for a while. I'll make sure he... uh, gets the Valentine, after the investigation is done settling in."~
For some reason, when "Unfettered" left that last class... he was holding onto his jewels. Horrified feelings. What type of teeth?... There aren't any teeth 'there'... are there?* * * * * * * ...Later... * * * * * * * ...Changing back into his normal clothes, he looked about. That was not fun. Not fun.. at ALL. ...Well, truthfully, it wasn't all that bad. But singing didn't really suit him... Naw. He preferred listening to other people sing. Yeah. And play music... Dammit. Leaning against the wall, not even bothering attempting to go to his next class... he shook his head.
Well... one thing at a time. Had to do this. Had to get this school alive and kicking. ...Get himself known, for the time to come.
After all...
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Feb 18, 2008 15:02:40 GMT -8
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, we're quite serious! :D"
"...is this a joke?"
"No, we're quite serious! :D"
"Do you want to die?" [<-- Japanese~]
":D...?"
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She tossed the card at the student named 'Maryn', and judging from the red beat face and the tears brimming her eyes, she was either extremely happy, or very, very disappointed. She waited for her reaction, as did the rest of the class, the teacher looking upon her at curiosity, while Mitsuki simply wanted to leave after knowing she had gotten the mess--
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--"
SLAM!
Mitsuki left the room.
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"Roses are red,
"Violets are blue,
"Sugar is sweet,
"And so are you.
"Be mine? From John."
How un-original. But the girl seemed pretty happy, and the class 'aww-ed' and such when her face turned bright pink. At least this John-kid made up the un-originalness with roses, yellow ones at that. But did John know what yellow roses meant? Did Jessica know what yellow roses meant? For her sake, and his, let's hope they don't.
Unless John secretly dislikes her.
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"Hoo~ I'm nervous."
No, really? Mitsuki had to sing in front of a class while this kid rapped part of a song because he and his girlfriend got into a freaking fight and he wanted to make up for it by singing a foreign song. A Korean one, when she wasn't even the least bit Korean. He said it didn't matter since he'd translate it, but man, how embarassing... He - Matt - somehow managed to get the teacher to drag the whole class to the music room, where Mitsuki sat on the piano bench posed in front of the piano - she had to freaking learn this song in, what, a couple hours? And mind you, she isn't a piano player, but knew the basics to get this down - while he would tap on the drum set.
"Ready? I hear them coming!"
Really? All that noise and wooing just can't possibly be them!
=_=
Mitsuki had to admit, if he got into a fight with his girlfriend, than this was definitely an appropriate song, especially because it's Valentines day too. Out of all the telegrams she received, this would be one of the best ones, actually...
Kind of feels lonely.
Single Awareness Day, much?
She sang in tone, and you'd expect that Mitsuki would seem a little flat when singing? But when you're musically gifted, you tend to know when you're flat or sharp. She had charisma, or else she wouldn't even be here right now.
The cute thing about this is that halfway through the song, the girl started singing along as well, and Mitsuki decided to drop out completely and just play the piano. Well what do you know? She's Korean afterall... But you wouldn't really think that a girl named Natricia would be Korean. Ah, well, she wasn't one to judge, but. Eh.
Cute.
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"I don't like you, stop stalking me, please go away--"
"You sure that telegram is for me...?"
"You smell, you're too masculine, you look like you take steroids--"
"What?!#!"
"Please take me seriously because I'm doing everything I can to get rid of you, smelly girl--"
"What a jerk!"
"So just go die already. Love, James."
Ouch...
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She stepped in a classroom - this telegram was for a guy, rather than a girl this time. It was cute, kind of. More original than that 'Roses are red' poem that the one dude spiced up.
"There is only one happiness in life,
"To love and be loved.
"Will you love me?
With admiration, Melony."
Short and adorable. The guy looked like a total dork too, which made it all the more cute. Ha!
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"Good thing we only have one left, huh, Skye?"
She looked down at her dog and stared at the next telegram: Card and a rose.
She threw it away.
"We're done. Let's go."
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Miss you, Park.
- A.
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 20, 2008 11:41:50 GMT -8
Stu held 3 telegrams in his fist. One was his own, which he would try and find the girl if he could. However, his new friend that he had a slight crush on was also running telegram duty, and he would probably not find her. He sealed this one in his front right pocket.
He walked towards the first classroom...
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He opened the door, staring at the white note card. The teacher was mid lecture when he burst in through the door. He bumped into the teacher's desk.
Can I help yo-
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And I love you.
Jamie
A girl in the front row was nearly in tears as Stu red it. The telegram had a single beautifully arranged red rose attached to it, which he set down on the girl's desk. He smiled toothily, and the girl screamed, jumped, and hugged him. She ran out of the class, knocking Stu over, as he fell backwards, bashing his head off the teacher's desk.
He sat up, one eye crinkled quite comically, and rubbed the goose egg that was beginning to form. His face still had a bit of a shiner on it from when he fell in the cafeteria the other day with her, and now he had an abnormally shaped head.
Oh well.
He left, shutting the door on the way out.
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Stu found himself in the Gym area next. Inside was the Girl's basketball team, which was practicing for their game later that day, a strange school sanctioned during the day practice. He walked in, and immediately he took a basketball to the face, an errant ball that was passed to hard from teammates.
He was literally bowled over, doing a backwards somersault, landing on his face quite hard. The girls rushed over, and helped him up. His nose was bleeding slightly, and his face was beat red. However, he red the poem.
Dear Jenna
You take my heart
and ripped it apart
and then made it all betta.
Sure we've fought
And had bad times
But I know one thing
You like my rhymes
So lets get married
And have two babies
Sure its all going fast
But you know you love your Larry.
A girl squealed quite shrilly, and then ran off with the box of chocolates that were attached to the telegram, the entire team following her. Stu was trampled by the larger females on the team, and it was just him and the coach left. The coach shook her head, before walking towards the lockerroom, to try and wrangle the girls back.
Stu got up, wiped the blood from his nose, and left.
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Stu sat on a bench. He had only one telegram left, his own. It was secreted away, kept to himself. He took it out of his pocket. On the front were two letters
O V
He sighed. He opened it, careful not to tear the sticker that held the two pieces together. Inside, a poem, or a lyric...
For you
The world
For me
You
We could ride high
On clouds made of emotions
Or we could go
To a nice field for a picnic
My love
Is hidden
Unrequited?
I hope not
Would you be my Valentine?
I hope so.
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Post by chihiro on Feb 20, 2008 12:02:01 GMT -8
Alright, so call her eccentric, but Olesya jumped at the chance to hand out valentines. Decked out in a pink and red tank and bracelets, a pink hearty arm warmer on her left arm, tan cargos, her trusty red bass <3, topped off with a pair of feathery white wings attached to her back with elastic arm bands..she looked a little like a rocker cupid. Cool. A mini amp was plugged into her bass, allowing her to play and walk around unhindered, and a bag of valentines hung on her free shoulder. "Alright." She removed the first valentine and read it, making her way to the classroom door and knocking. A geography class, the students sat at their desks with looks varying from interest and excitement to sheer boredom. The teacher, a big balding man, gave her a look that clearly said 'make it quick.' So...How exactly did these valentines work? They were simply words on a paper, she would have to make up the melody herself...kay. Swinging her bass around to the front, she flipped the switch on the mini amp and cleared her throat. Here goes nothing. "To Danny, From Amybear." Hahahah...Amybear. Olesya tested out her fingers on the frets before picking a simple chord progression. "Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
well, kind of purple,
I think you're really cool...?"What? That didn't even rhyme.. "..and I like your hair,
thank you for giving me a piece of gum
in Chemistry class on Tuesday.
You're really cute...
Will you go out with me?
Looooooove, your Amybear."A relationship invitation and a petname? Creeeeepppyyy.... "Good luck kid." She patted the poor kid on the head, who was a little thrown off by the 'Amybear' comment, tossing him the paper valentine and saluting to the teacher in a 'carry on' sort of way before walking out. Twitch. That was a musical disaster. ---- One down...like a billion to go. The next valentine wasn't nearly as horrible, at least compared to its predecessor. This time she stepped into an art room, paint covered students turning to listen.
"To Trinity, From Greg."A-hem. "Trinity, you're like sunshine to me,
When I think of you I'm so haaaappy.
Please don't make me blue,
Because I...Love...you...!"Short and sweet. A girl in red pigtails squealed and tried to hug the messenger cupid as she handed her the paper valentine, but she pressed her pink high top conversed foot up against the messy girl's torso. "No paint on the guitar. Kthanks."--- The next two valentines were a little redundant. Two giggling girls stood at their lockers preening as Olesya strummed softlyon her bass. "Lillian...what will we do?
When boys can only make us blue?
I know what to do!
I'll send a card to you...Happy Valentines day!"-and-
"Claire...You're so sweet,
You've got all the boys beat.
Chicks before dicks,
from the cradle to the grave,
Happy Valentine's Day..."[/color] It wasn't going to end in a rhyme...ugh, curse you musically inept morons...
"...Dave."HahaHAHAHAHhahahHAHAhaha....Olesya wished she had a camera right then. --- Olesya was walking down the stairs to the first floor when something caught her attention, a solitary kid was sitting on the steps, elbows on their knees and chin in their hands, staring unfocused at the floor below. A girl, probably a freshman, with long brown hair in two braids. Olesya walked down to where she sat, stopping on the steps and clearing her throat, playing a few practice notes before she began to sing. "You're the last Valentine I have to do,
So I'll actually sing a song for you.
Forget horrid verses and words that don't rhyme,
Today is the day to just have a good time.
Enjoy the friends you have, and the love you all share
Hold the door for others, it's only fair.
Don't worry about it if you don't have a date,
Have a slumber party instead, and stay up late,
So I guess this is my wish for you,
Happy V-day to all, Happy Heart Day to you."... Now THAT was a singing Valentine. Olesya gave the kid a paper valentine and walked away down the stairs, white feather wings bouncing lightly on her back. Yes, good had been done here because you see, the valentine hadn't come from the bag, but from her own pocket. It was signed simply "Cupid." |
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Post by The New Student Dean on Mar 2, 2008 11:05:44 GMT -8
Sign-up:1. "Unfettered" Winters (PASSED)2. Mitsuki Park (PASSED)3. Stuart Pott (PASSED)4. Olesya Van deBogart (PASSED)5. - 6. - 7. - 8. - 9. - 10. - Etc. - Everyone Has Accomplished Their Objectives! Happy Valentine's Day Congratulations!Reward:Cupid's Arrow Badge: (+3 Charisma.) Details: In gratitude of all the sweethearts of Valentine's Day!*Cannot Upgrade.
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