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Post by Arim Urem'der on Apr 8, 2008 15:36:26 GMT -8
This school was like a bloody labyrinth! It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, there was so many hallways it was doing to make her sick, fire the damn contractor! When did people build such confusing buildings was beyond Arim, but that didn't change how uneasy it made her. She was trying to find the bathroom then she wound up here... a hallway congested with lockers, feeling like she was running in circles. There! That rotten banana peel on the ground, she could have sworn she saw that five times already. The short girl took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, she didn't want to cause herself any panic... she was just severely annoyed now.
Examining the area, she noticed a door to the left that actually lead to the outside of the school. Fresh air... that would do wonders for her. Pacing towards the door, she pressed her body against it and it swung open... but fate tends to be a rather cruel figure. In the glint of the light, the blonde happened to notice a penny on the ground. As trivial as it was, Arim always picked up pennies, all the time. In fact, she had a giant jar of them in her tote-bag... it was just a picky habit of hers to gather pennies. She bent over on her knees to pick it up, the pressure on her chest as she was dragged back a bit then a loud slam, causing her to fall back onto her butt. Shocked, the korean girl looked every which way to find what that noise was... but no one was outside except her.
Shrugging, she decided to forget it and tried to stand up, but the pressure came back and jerked her back to the ground. Looking behind her, the student happened to notice that, A... her tote bag was stuck inside of the door and hanging on the other side, while the strap was still on her chest. B, the first layer of her skirt was caught inside the door as well (Thank the Gods for the second layer). Arim glared at the door and tried to reach the handle above her to open it, however her skirt made it impossible to reach up high enough to pull it open. After a few futile tries, the girl gave in and slumped down in spot. The handle of her tote-bag was crushed inside the lock of the door, making the door literally stuck closed, perhaps with super-glue if no one knew any better. "This is quite the sticky wicket" Arim muttered, in a painfully fake British accent. Brown eyes fell onto the ground before her, the penny just a few inches away from her feet. Tilting her body back and her legs out, she tried to reach her feet to slide the penny towards her--
"Almooooost....
Huuuuuurgh!
ALLLOOOOMMMSSSST!
Gaaaaah!
ALMOST!
Rrrrruuuuhhhgghhhaaaaaaannnngggg!!
COME OOOOOOOOOOOON
….What!?
DAMN!!"
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Post by Lance on Apr 8, 2008 15:49:03 GMT -8
Lance went down a flight of steps- with his face stuck inside the book he was reading: The Human Anatomy. Suppose he was getting ready for the anatomy/physiology class he was going to take soon. Might as well get ready for it..
“Mmm…the femur, is that bone..that’s neat.”
As he walked in a seemingly “auto-pilot” fashion, he didn’t seem to notice or be aware of the direction he was heading in. Flipping through his book, the young student was blissfully unaware of his current location…That is…
Until he slipped on a banana peel, which suddenly appeared out of nowhere, regained his composure and kept on walking…
Until he felt his leg hit something hard.
“Huh?!,” he said to himself as he turned sharply to the side, his book went flying and hit the wall unmercifully, and he landed in a heap.
Standing up, Lance stared around the area he was in. Seemed pretty unusual. This area was not one which he had visited before.
Making a frowny face, he stood up and brushed himself off. Turning to the door on his left, he stared at the…bag..stuck in the door crack. The ultra dramatic moment seemed to rise up as he felt the sense of
Oh noes! A person has their bag stuck on the other side of the door!
Stooping down, Lance picked up his book and knocked on the door three times. This would be the warning, as he grabbed the handle and forcefully opened the door a slight bit and stuck his head outside.
“Hello?”
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 8, 2008 16:59:01 GMT -8
"Today is the first day of the rest of my life." These were the words that Yahto spoke to himself this day, the day he would start his new career at Public High School #259. Yet despite the optimism they should've held, it was hard to miss the wry tone behind them. After all, one would've thought starting a new year at a new school was a happy occassion. Just another step in the later that was called Life. Yet here Yahto stood, casually looking over the school grounds as if he were seeing an arena instead of a normal place of education. In a way, he was actually right. The rumors about this school weren't exactly hard to find, anyway. "Time to see what this place has to offer, I guess." he said with a wry grin as he started walking into the grounds, completely ignorant to the obvious stares and masked grins of the older students why eyed him like a predator seeing a wounded elk. "Boy, are they in for a suprise." he thought wryly.
It was a pleasantly warm day, with the late morning sun shining majestically within a cloudless blue sky. The soft songs of small birds could be heard drifting over a light breeze while the sounds of students laughing and chatting away filled Yahto's senses. Yahto even thought he saw a few of the teachers sharing in the good times with their students. All in all, it appeared to be a normal enough school with normal enough students. But if there was one thing that Yahto had learned first hand in this life, it was to never completely trust the outward appearance of anything. After all, while this was a school, it was also a school full of people that made even the most intimidating of typical schoolyard bullies look like amatuers with Downs Syndrome. Just the kind of stomping ground Yahto thought would be perfect to hone his own skills. That thought managed to make Yahto's little grin grow a bit wider.
"Eh... Better hold off on any trouble for today. Never a good idea to stir trouble up on the first day. Tomorrow for sure, though." he said to himself while fishing out a class schedule from his front pocket. "Let's see now... Algebra, English Lit., Bio... Wonder if I have a study hall around lunch." Just then, Yahto suddenly stopped cold in his tracks just a rather strange sound caught his attention over the breeze. It was a little faint, but the teen definitely knew that he heard something. Something like... moaning?
"Almooooost....
Huuuuuurgh!
ALLLOOOOMMMSSSST!
Gaaaaah!
ALMOST!
If that wasn't suggestive, then Yahto had no idea what was. For a moment, Yahto just stood there and blinked like he had just heard the most bizarre thing in the world. For one moment, for one tiny instant, Yahto could've sworn that he had just heard someone making sex noises just around the corner of the school. What made it even more bizarre was that they appeared to be coming from the outside. Either some of the students were a lot more bold than Yahto gave them credit for, or he was letting his teenage hormones and sex drive get the better of him. Considering it was Yahto, the latter option wasn't as rare as most people woul've thought. "What the hell?" he thought to himself before shaking his head vigorously to clear it of any "fun" images. "There's no way that... No... " he said again to himself. After all, this school was full of fighters and scary people the last time Yahto checked. Not nymphomaniacs. Either way, it was probably a good idea to check on it, just to be safe.
After making his way towards the source of the strange "moanings", Yahto rounded a corner and found the real source behind them. A girl, a very pretty one to be exact, had her bag stuck in the door at such an angle that she was forced to sit down, more or less. Not only that, but her skirt was also caught in the door and she was reaching for what looked like a penny with her foot, oddly enough. Once again, Yahto found himself blinking a little bit before a devious little grin made its way to his face. There was good reason for that, too. If there was one thing Yahto loved better than a good fight, it was a good chance to flirt! And this girl was a real looker, too!
There was only one thing to do now. That, of course, was to hopefully get his mack on. "You okay?" he called out to the girl as he casually jogged up to where she sat. On the outside, he appeared to be the perfect gentlemen. But on the inside... well, let's just say that he was letting his teenage hormones get the better of him.
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Apr 8, 2008 17:43:08 GMT -8
The girl's head picked up a bit when she heard three knocks, echoing lightly against the school walls. "Hunh?" the korean girl groaned, looking around to find the source of the noise, of course by then it was too late. When the door suddenly opened, it conked her in the back of the head and made her yelp loudly before throwing her arms behind her head and grabbing onto her hair. "Auauauauauauauauauauau! That hurt!!" Arim's fingers dug into her blonde hair before she placed her palms on the ground and shook her head violently, her hair flicking around her before she blinked and looked up at the head poking out of the door. A bit weird staring up at just a person's head at first... but he did help her, so she shook her head to get her wits back. "Uhm... oh-- Sorry about the screaming..." the girl's face reddened a bit before her hand pulled up to massage the back of her head lightly. "My bag got stuck inside the door... and-- Well, forget that. Thanks for your help... I didn't think anyone would come by anytime soon".
The korean reached inside and pulled her tote-bag outside with her. Turning around so she could pick up the penny that had forsaken her moments ago. As her face turned back, she found something that wasn't quite there before, well.... a pair of legs to be frank. At first it made her jump, she wasn't expecting another person. Craning her head back, her two large brown eyes stared up at the newcomer. Catching her silence, she blinked rapidly before pulling her head back down. "Oh, uhm... fine, thank you" as she spoke, she pushed off the ground and pulled herself up to stand on her feet before patting her clothing down and straightening it out. Arim stood between the boy inside of the door on the one before her outside, her hand scratching the back of her head lightly. "Hunh... Sorry about that... Kind of got stuck in the door, as you can see". The blonde pulled her hands down to her side and her eyes flicked between them again. "I'm new and... I keep getting lost... pretty embarrassing, I know... hunh... Well... hope I didn't impose too much" her voice became a bit sheepish as she explained. |
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Post by Lance on Apr 8, 2008 17:51:05 GMT -8
Lance stared at her for a second before grinning widely, and stepping out of the doorway. He turned to the other guy, and blinked twice before casting his gaze back onto the asian girl.
“Hmmm…it seems like we have a nice gathering here.”
Reminded of her reaction to his head conking, Lance told her apologetically
“Sorry about- the whole door thing. I thought that it might help a bit…didn’t mean to harm you.”
Then he remembered! His green bag of supplies- of course! He had not thought of this before…
Thus, he reached into his bag and pulled out~ a bottle of hydrogen peroxide (diluted) and a band aid. Then he put the peroxide back in, with a change of heart and tried to hand the girl the band aid.
“I have a band aid here if you need it- least I can do after the head bashing.”
He noticed the other guy standing there..seemingly waiting. Hmm….wonder what would happen next. Deciding to pay full attention to the situation at hand, Lance put his book into his bag.
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 8, 2008 18:39:11 GMT -8
Well, this definitely wasn't what Yahto had been expecting. In his rush to come to the girl's rescue, he had failed to notice that someone else had apparently already beaten him to the punch, a skinny guy with silver hair. Yahto had never seen him before, but then that was hardly surprising given that it was his first day at this school. Still, Yahto was already beginning to get a little irritated with him and he hadn't even said a word yet. The girl was one thing, but having another guy here was definitely going to be cramping Yahto's mojo. The only thing to do now was just to be cool and play his cards right.
Knowing that, Yahto only smiled at the girl reassuringly before shaking his head. "Naw, don't worry about it. Accidents happen everywhere, so why should school be any different?" he replied while casually shoving his hands into the two side pockets of his pants. "Name's Yahto, by the way. Yahto Fang. How about I give you a grand tour of the place until you get a bit more familiar with it. This place is a bit of a labyrinth for most people at first." It was then that the teen glanced up at the other male with another slightly confused expression. Or more to be more accurate, at what he was holding. "Or... as soon as you're finished being patched up, anyway." Yahto finished while cocking his eyebrow slightly at the bandaid. Not the most coventional medicine for a head injury, but then it was nothing as weird as his Dad's old homeopathic remedies. Having a Shou'Shu' master for a father often meant getting treated with some bizarre stuff sometimes. "A bandaid? What's he going to do? Shave off a patch of hair before slapping that on the bald spot?" Yahto wondered silently as he recalled that it was the girl's head that hurt the most. Perhaps this other guy was more of an oddball than Yahto gave him credit for. Well... At least he's a nice oddball, anyway.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 9, 2008 14:37:54 GMT -8
Pulling into the parking lot in her updated '57 Chrystler 300C, Delilah put the gear shift in park, pushed the steering column up and leaned on the wheel, gazing at the bustling scene unfolding. She'd missed this too, she'd come to discover. It had nearly been five months, after all, and had felt insanely bored over the spanse. She needed to get her mind in gear again.
Getting her bag out of the back of the car, Delilah closed it, then fingered the latch on the trunk. The lights flickered for five seconds, then went out once Delilah was a few metres away. This was part of the reconfigurement she was well known for. Where as cars belonging to the fifties era could just push 80km/h, maybe 90km/h, she'd managed to gut the car and replace most of the parts entirely; a whole new engine, undercarriage, and vintage leather uphostery...not to mention a fail proof alarm system, to note a few.
It was when she approached the doors that she saw her recently acquired roomate, Arim, chatting amiably with two guys, neither of whom she recognized. Delilah sighed, putting a hand to her forehead. "Oh for pities sake..." she heaved a sigh and fingered one of the wrenches hidden in her many pockets out of reflex.
"Hey." Delilah reached up and lightly tugged the pony-tail of the surprisingly tall asian guy -he said his name was something-or-other 'Fang', ne?- and raised her eyebrows skeptically at him, with the curve of a mokcing smile on her lips. "You don't look fairly new yourself. How would you know where to go?" Releasing his tuft of hair, the raven haired mechanic looked down at the feet of her steel-toed boots, noticing the glint of copper. "You coulda hitched a ride with me, you lunatic." She sighed, bending down and picking up the penny. Delilah examined it breifly, then added wistfully, tossing the penny to her roomate, "These things aren't too lucky for you, are they?"
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Apr 9, 2008 21:14:33 GMT -8
The girl blinked and looked at the band-aide... of course, she's seen them before, they were used a lot where she was but... she's never used a band-aide on herself. Ever. The korean stared at the small piece of plastic with a blank expression as she flipped it around, examining it side to side, as if it was a newt with three heads. Practically a genius, yet didn't even know what a band-aide was. Arim turned to look at Lance and shrugged, "No no, don't apologize. I'm just glad I'm finally out. That door is a death trap. It'll be alright... I'll be fine... I have a pretty thick skull, or so Delilah tells me" she told him before slipping it into the pocket of her skirt and adjusting it once again.
Turning to Yahto, she tilted her head and smiled warmly, "Nice to meet you Yahto Fang" Arim told him, "I'm Arim Urem'der". The blonde blinked and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "You know the way around...? Well.... I suppose I couldn't mind that too much, I am new here after all". She knew nothing of the maze-like school, and a bit of a tour couldn't hurt, could it? Better than sitting around... or getting stuck in doors... doors. The asian girl turned to look at the silver haired boy behind her and smiled at him, "If you wanted, you can home too". However, it seemed her words trailed short behind Delilah's sudden entrance.
"Lala!" Arim squealed, clasping her hands together as she grinned widely. Obviously showing to the two that she was not only acquainted to the raven-haired mechanic, but her room-mate too. "Sorry, I woke up at 4 o'clock again, I didn't want to wake you up like... last time..." The girl explained, her speech gradually getting slower towards the end of her sentence, her expression looking a bit frightened with nostalgia. Taking a step back, the blonde caught the penny and cradled it in her hands, like a precious stone. "No.. not really... I have really bad luck... really bad luck".. |
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 9, 2008 22:20:09 GMT -8
It was at that moment, the moment when Arim had smiled to him, that Yahto fully realized just how much a hottie she actually was. He had always had a thing for the cute and innocent girls. There was just something about them that made Yahto want to be all cuddly and overprotective of them. But looking at Arim suddenly made all of the other cute girls Yahto had ever seen suddenly pale drastically in comparison. Knowing him, that number was probably pretty high. "Whoa..." Yahto thought in awe, his dark eyes all but bulging behind his sunglasses. However, the moment quickly ended once he realized that he might've been staring and he quickly quickly managed to avert his eyes from the girl before it became awkward. Best not to gawk at women, after all. He learned that lesson the hard way long ago.
Turning to Arim once more, Yahto removed his sunglasses and slid them into the front pocket of his jacket and then smiled casually at the girl. "Great! I'll be happy to accom- Ow! What the...?" However, the unexpected pull on his ponytail prevented him from finishing his next sentence and he turned around only to find yet another person had decided to join in. This time it was another girl, although this one looked more like a biker chick right out of the movies rather than a typical high school student. "Pfft..." Yahto scoffed lightly at the biker chick with a trace of sarcasm in his voice. "Next time you want to get my attention, a tap on the shoulder will do. My hair isn't some doorbell you can pull on. Besides, I have a decent idea of where things are already in here. That's what orientation is for, ya know?"
Boy, what was it with people messing up his mojo today. First, the bandaid boy and now Clobberella. Still, it could be worse. Although, Yahto failed to come up with a specific example.
Turning to Arim again, Yahto chuckled wryly at the situation and tilted his head to the side with that same casual smile from before on his face. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Arim Urem'der." Yahto continued. "What's your first class, anyway? I can show you where it's located, if you want."
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Post by Lance on Apr 10, 2008 13:55:45 GMT -8
((Posting order seems to be off a bit- ah well))
Glancing at the newcomer female with intrigued eyes, Lance watched as she grabbed a hank of the boy's hair and yanked it like a lever. That's got to hurt. A lot. Sadly, the band aid he offered to the girl was left unused after some scrutiny, and he felt useless. The school- ah yes...the labyrinth.
Hopefully, the Yahto guy would be as kind as to let him tag along too- hopefully. Before that however, a proper introduction to the newcomer was needed.
"Hello there!," he said to Delilah with a conciliatory tone. He had always disliked having an overly friendly tone- which aroused suspicion in others. That little inkling in the back of their heads- you know? So, he decided a much more friendly approach.
Once more he would glance hopefully at the other two- hoping to find out more about them.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 11, 2008 11:24:37 GMT -8
Delilah raised an eyebrow and shoved her hands into her pockets. “Oh, and I suppose you could tell me where the advanced placement physics class, Social, and English are? They rotate classrooms from time to time, mostly to fuck with our heads. Especially…” she shivered and discontinued her thought, changing her wording. “Let’s just say some more literally than others,” She nodded briefly, satisfied with her choice of words. “I’ll tour you [/i]both[/i] around, howzat, mmm~? Does that sound good, Arim?” Delilah asked her new roommate in a sweet voice, her lips turning up at the corners in a beckoning way.
The mechanic looked away when a new guy, another she’d never seen at 259, said ‘hello’ in such a cherry voice that it nearly put Arim’s to shame. She blinked, then returned his smile, nodding politely, her ‘good-breeding’ kicking in. “Hello to you, too. I’m Delilah Black and you may as well come with us; the more people who don’t wander around the school running into teachers, the better.” Taking a few steps towards the door (being very careful to pointedly step on Yahto’s toes with the heel of her steel-toed boot as she walked), Delilah lifted her left leg and planted her boot on the waist level bar of the door, pushing it open with a flick of her ankle. Slipping inside, Delilah put her back to the door, stopping it in its place, and ushered the three newbies inside.
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Apr 14, 2008 21:07:15 GMT -8
[[SORRY FOR THE WAIT, GUYS! I work for Nazis. >_>;]]
Arim looked at Delilah as she crunched poor Yahto's feet as she strode over to the door. Her eyes went wide as she began to imagine the feud that was going to spurt from these two. She could see it already, it was likely that Delilah wouldn't let themselves get along at all, starting with the physical abuse, of course. Arim took a cautious step back before she looked at Delilah. Rotate classrooms? "Is that some sort of ritual at this school, I've never read of such a thing ever" the girl turned to look at the school, giving it a rather perplexed look. However her concentration broke when she heard Lance's over-enthusiastic greeting, which made Arim blink. It seemed a bit too... well, like she had thought before, over-enthusiastic... but there was nothing wrong with that. But of course, she had no idea what Delilahs reaction would be. She could compare Delilah to a volcano... ready to erupt with white-hot searing fury any minute one minute, then be welcoming and over-protective the next.
Letting out a slight shudder, the girl nodded to Delilah. "I think a tour would be fun, getting to know the place and such~" Arim told her, nodding lightly before turning to Yahto and Lance. "Come come~" the girl chimed, reaching out to the two and grabbing their hands, drawing them inside of the open door to the school with her before letting go "Sooooo~ Lead the way, Lala~".. |
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 14, 2008 23:35:12 GMT -8
Today had been looking so promising, too. Not only had Yahto managed to get himself registered at one of the toughest schools anywhere, but he also had the good fortune to meet one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. If that wasn't a sign from the Heavens to work his magic and get a date with her, he didn't know what was. Of course, all that changed when he suddenly his toes being crushed under the heel of a demented goth/biker chick wannabe. Yahto could only cringe with wide eyes and a very pissed off expression as he felt the bones of a toes being ground very painfully underneath the biker chick's steel-toed heel. If it weren't for the fact that he bit his lip in time, he would've already spouted some very choice words at Delilah. Words that one could only learn while sitting in the roughest backwater bar in Colorado. Words that he had heard his grandfather Black Cloud utter many times while he was spending time with his good friend "Jack Daniels".
Of course, Yahto knew better than to let his anger get the best of him now, especially with Arim and the other guy around. Besides, he had a feeling there would be plenty of times to get back at Delilah later on. Like Arim had thought earlier, there was definitely going to be fued. Yahto's foot would be avenged. Fortunately for him, Yahto's pissed off attitude quickly melted away when he felt Arim's hand grasp his wrist and pull him forward into the school. At least this was a nice thing to offset the pain in his foot. "Sure sure." he told Arim, humorously mimicking her "Come Come" choice of words with a good-natured curve of his lips. However, he also couldn't resist sending a venomous glare at the back of the other girl's black-haired head. A very mischevious and venomous glare.
As the group walked down the halls, the two girls walking in front side by side while the two guys did the same behind them, Yahto began to notice something about the inside of the school. While the outside looked almost brand new and welcoming, the inside of it seemed to have better days. Every so often, he kept coming across a mysterious human-sized holes in the cieling and the occassional dented locker. It was then that Yahto realized the true nature of the people who came to this school, as well as the wonderful oppurtunity it presented to him. What better place to get stronger than a place like this? In fact, the more he thought about all the fights and powerful people in this place, the more he grinned and the more excited he became. "Yeah... I'm going to like this place, I think.", he thought to himself as he cracked his knuckles out of habit.
But, just like his vengeance against Delilah, there would be time enough for that later. Right now, Yahto was looking at something, or to be more accurate someone, that was far more interesting to him at the moment. "So Arim..." the boy began while reaching out to lightly tap the blonde girl on the shoulder. "You never answered my question about what your first class period was."
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Post by Lance on Apr 16, 2008 12:04:08 GMT -8
Lance watched silently as this pectacle unfolded in front of him. How quaint. Especially the rising animosity between that Yahto fellow and the other girl- the tough looking one- as a struggle arose between them.
Alas! Feeling not so left out, yet invisible nonetheless, Lance strode inside the door and looked up the stairs. An interesting feeling arose within him as he felt a slight sense of curiosity rise up. Leaving the others behind, Lance sprinted up the stairs and disappeared out of sight.
Looking back, he noticed the area immediately- how stupid of him. Although he did regret leaving the group, he needed to take care of business first. Yes, the business which called to him urgently.
He had to return the anatomy book.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 16, 2008 15:52:14 GMT -8
Delilah smiled crookedly as Yahto turned away from her, just after he gave her that rather devious smile. She nodded discreetly and let the door swing shut behind her, following the group and catching up with Arim. Fingering the wrench in her pocket again, Delilah raised a sardonic eyebrow up at the tall, interesting racially mixed new kid and unconciously ran a hand over the scars on her neck. She only hoped there wouldn't be a repeat...
She shook herself out of her reverie and looked up. It had been a while since she'd been here...but everything was still so familliar. She nodded towards one of the classrooms. "I haven't actually been here for a few months, but that used to be the room where I took Advanced Social," Delilah shivered at the memory. "A peice of advice; if there's ANY class taught by a man named 'Winklewood' don't take it. It's almost as bad as touching one of my projects." Here, Delilah looked pointedly at Arim and raised an eyebrow, smiling knowingly.
"You have to be careful with this school too, though, not just Winklewood," Delilah continued, tugging at one of two streaks of brilliant red just behind her ear. "Corporal punishment is what made this school. Most of the students and all of the teachers are no pushovers. I highly advise against any and all fights with teachers; the damage you see isn't all from students, yanno."
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