Steal Their Society.

[Fau$t]

The day seemed to be going rather slow and it had been awhile since Faust had actually gotten around to teaching his class. Well, today was that day where he actually decided to make them do something with themselves other than socially masturbating with one another. These kids. It really wasn't a suprise that these idiots would soon become the self-serving machines of society. I'm sure their god was very proud of them. Proud of them for conforming. Proud of them for not having an opinion of their own. And to Faust, there was no future for a child that could not keep his own opinion. The innocent were stripped of what made sense, ultimately from the beginning, built to please his society whilst becoming a consumer(whore) to all extents of the word. There was no variety between these people anymore nor did it seem like they wanted to be original. Just more generic kids, brought up by the same generic parents, to meet the same educational needs, to get the same generic deskjob, to be the same generic ant in the pyramid scheme called our "economy." None of these children really understood what it meant to disagree. That didn't suprise him much either. They were brought up to believe they would become astronauts, actors, and singers all so that they could live a healthy life in a nice suburban home. Yeah. Right. He could see some of these kids already in the future. Trailer-trash, ahoy. Maybe today would be the day where some kid would actually suprise him. Suprising him with intelligence, the basic support of opinion.

Now. To get on with today's lesson. Morale decisions. Something these kids would most likely know dick about. But fuck, it was worth it if it meant that he could actually open a few of their eyes. Maybe they would actually feel instead of think to "encourage."

"Alright guys. Listen up. Stop fucking around. Your stuck for a good hour with me. So let's kick this off on the right foot..."

Taking in a deep breath, pausing in between his sentences. Cracking his neck to the side for a second, jutting it back into place so that he could get a clean-view of everyone in the classroom, his figure located in the front of the room. Dead-center so that he could see almost everyone in the back too.

"...Now. Morales. You guys should have atleast a slight grasp of knowledge on this topic. Your conscience gives you the ability to discern right from wrong. Good from bad. With that in mind. Let's bring on the topic of abortion. Are your pro-choice? Or pro-life? For killing innocent children who yet to have the right to speak for themselves? Or for letting the woman do whatever she wants with her body?"

Letting that all out. He left the information out in the open. Free for those in the classroom to answer. A hand. Raised in the air firm. Locking eyes with the student, he nodded in acknowledgement of the students existence, let alone the fact that the hand was thrown in front of him.

"You. What are your thoughts, hmm?"

Ah, the beauty that is Psychology class.

[Atticus Wagner]

Psychology. Normally not a very popular choice. Child psych was, since it was a slacker's class. But psychology was something much more useful than just talking with first graders and showing them how to use scissors. It was a wonder than a freshman transfer would be able to get such a class in the first place. But by the look of the teacher, it seemed a little bit more obvious why the class wasn't full up. He was a total prick, at least that was the first impression. No respect for the students, crass language, and a "sunny" disposition. Sure, one couldn't judge a book by it's cover, but it was done anyway. The blonde with purple stripes in his hair counted on that first impression to keep people away. He had to wonder if that was the teacher's objective as well.

Or maybe he was just plain fed up with these students. There was no way Atticus could argue with that. He had only been there for the day and he was already fed up with these overly social wankers. Maybe the teacher was from out of town, or even state. Regardless, Atticus had to pull his head out of his thoughts when there was a proclaimed "You!" from the teach. But it sure as hell hadn't been Atticus who raised his hand. Somebody else instead. Good thing too, since Atticus didn't have a solid answer yet. So instead of waiting to be called up to answer unprepared, he began rationalizing an answer.

While he did that, his hand reached down gently to spin one of the wheels of his skateboard. He stared at the wheel as it spun around, slowly grinding to a halt. His hand kept giving the wheel the needed energy to keep spinning, each time becoming more and more fascinated with the rotation. Even if it looked like he was spacing out, he was actually thinking. Thinking hard enough that he didn't care about the outside world, only vaguely aware of the peons around him. He did have to wonder if the teacher would even hear his thoughts, or if he was already too pre-convicted in his beliefs to see there was no right answer. It was just a huge Catch-22.

[Aureus]

Ya know, of all the classes you signed up for, I'm betting this'll be the most interesting. Wow, so we actually see eye to eye for once? Yes, well understanding how and why people think is something very instrumental to my position. Good point. Aureus thought, talking with his alternate personality while sitting alone in the front of the room. Everyone else was busy chatting away with each other, throwing paper balls, and staring out the windows. The fact that he was forced to be in the same room as these people annoyed the schizo to no end. Most of them weren't even worth talking to. Their only purpose was to interfere with his learning. In the classes that actually taught him something that is. And this, Psychology, was actually one of merit.

After a few minutes the teacher decided to begin the lesson. And what a lesson it would be. Morality was the topic up for discussion today. It would prove entertaining to laugh at the clones, and make them look stupid. Overall it wasn't anything new to Aureus though. Things became simple if you really took the time to think about them. That being the case, the Freshmen raised his hand.

"I don't like to classify myself. My thoughts are based on facts, and some opinions. I don't want to be generalized. Let's start with the fetus. After 40 days we can see, scientifically, that there is brain function. They're living humans who can think. Before that, it's a no go. The zygote, etc is not a living, thinking human. Funny how when it's a human it's an abortion and when it's a chicken it's an omelet. Let's not impose a double standard.

Now, the question we have to ask next is if it's alright to discriminate against people because of their age. That I simply can't agree with. That part is my opinion so take it or leave it.

Finally is the question of women's rights. Look, a fetus is not part of a woman's body. It's inside it, but not a part of it. It has it's own separate genetic makeup, nervous system, and heart after only twenty days. So, that argument is out the window.

So to sum things up for those of you who are slow, before forty days no big deal. After, it's a living, thinking, person with rights. Now the part about the omelet might cause a few of you religious types to bitch. Unfortunately, for this discussion of facts you'll have to check your unproven faith at the door. I could go on a religious rant, but that's a different topic."

Once he had finished, Aureus sat back down and awaited the inevitable reactions to his speech. Already he could hear the faint mumblings of students behind him. How the teacher would react was more important to him. Why? Because it was highly likely that he was the smartest in the room, therefore one of the only ones worth talking to.

[Deleted]

Psychology class. It was the one class that, with everything that had happened recently, Saint needed to focus in on. He was so confused with the images, thoughts, emotions, and words that fluttered around his head like a swarm of locus primed to devour the last remaining strings of his sanity. His notebook was set before him, pen held in his ready hand, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Seated in the front row so there would be no obstructions to prevent the freshman from getting everything out of this teacher he might need to get a hold of his thoughts. Though it was a shock to his system when the teacher came in with a few words that seemed to be more along the line of what a student would say. Swearing mixed a degrading tone. This place appeared to be less and less like a school the more Saint got used to it.

The subject of morals. It seemed every institution through the history of mankind and a different set, allowing certain acts that others frowned upon heavily or even brought about dire consequences. At one time human sacrifice was a normal practice, now to do such a thing would land someone in prison for a very long time. Yet his own religion glorified it, in a sense. Morals. Good or Bad. Right or Wrong. All were just words to be used to obtain a sense of order, a means to control others. But to say anything was Right or Wrong was incorrect. Always, at least in Saint’s eyes, there was a grey area no matter what the subject. For a moment he waited while another student spoke. Though his approach was much more scientific than Saint’s was. However the only problem Saint saw with his analogy with eggs and omelets was the fact that, though a zygote was not a sentient being, it would grow into one. The chicken eggs that people could buy in the local supermarket had no such potential, they were usually unfertilized and would be nothing more then half the needed “ingredients” for making a chicken. A better bridge would be the unfertilized egg that is released from the woman’s body during menstruation. Nobody had problems with that being thrown away. However shortly after the other freshman finished Saint raised his hand to signal his input was forthcoming.

“I believe either is correct. Sure it can be seen as wrong to kill an innocent being that has no way to defend itself. However if the child can not be properly cared, given the chance to succeed in life… isn’t that a worse fate than death? To suffer your entire existence because your mother could not properly care for you, or your parents did not even want you. If the conception was because of a rape, is it right to force the victim to give birth to that child? No. Everyday the mother saw that child, it serve as a reminder of possibly the most horrific event in her life. Could she love such a child? Could she care for such a child? Without the underlying resentment of having this child forced upon her? And with some children throughout the world who already struggle daily to survive in hunger, filth and disease… I think that no matter what side you choose the fact will always remain that… as long as people can only rely on themselves to survive that this world will only be one of suffering. And in such a world… morals are meaningless.”

Having thrown his thoughts into the discussion, Saint cast his gaze down on his notebook, his finger playing idly with his pen. That was that.

[Artemis]

Psychology class, something that the young beauty actually had a bit of fondness for. Why? Because it caused one to think, to search their mind of all the possiblities that could be thought of from a single question. Though truthfully in the society that we live in today, thinking is the very last thing some tend to do in any matter. And why is that? Are we that implusive that we must act right away with giving the situation at hand a single thought? Some might say that in some situations there's no time to think; but truthfully there's always time to think... you ponder on that for now.

The young beauty was sitting quiet and patiently near the front of the class by a window, a simple rather emotionless expression on her face ((Look at avi for expression)) as she stared out the window. Dark blue hair covering the side of her face a bit, as she listened to the teacher finally deciding to speak. The question in point was about abortion, whether they were for it or against and so forth. She didn't move in the slightest until she heard the opinion of the one who raised their hand first. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear so now her face was visible as her honey colored orbs looked from the corners and then returned out the window.

Then another spoke his opinion on the matter. Truly in a way both had some points to their opinion, but that was it; it was their opinion. An opinion is neither right nor wrong for it's just simply a persons thoughts upon a matter. Once he was done, Artemis allowed her hand to raise slightly before speaking her eyes still looking out the window. Her voice and tone was calm and steady as she parted her lips to speak.

"...Before this turns into an arguement.. let it be known that this is just everyone's opinion.. No one is really right or wrong... For the issue at hand.. yes after a certain amount of days it starts to show signs of life as far as brain waves. But that doesn't take away from the fact that before hand it's growing within her attempting to start it's life. In a way it is still living, if you actually take the time and think about it..Which is something people in this society often fail to do, but that is a whole other issue..

Anways.. of course their are the opitions of having the child and giving it up for adoption because you can't take care of it... at least that child would be alive and have a choice in life.. Which I believe that is what we're forgetting here, the matter of choice... In the end that's what it comes down to choice...If a woman is raped and becomes pregnant from it, it is her 'choice' to terminate it or keep it and put it up for adoption... If a teenager was to get pregnant it would be her choice, but then again she shouldn't have had unprotected sex...

Some people fail to see that sometimes these girls or woman don't have a choice do to mainly their familes...Some actually do wish to keep the child but are forced not to...And if the father of that child wishes to keep it he could take her to court and make sure she does not terminate her pregnancy... Doesn't seem fair doesn't now?.. Like I said before, it's simply an opinion that's neither right or wrong... I might have left some things out... But I assure you that my opinion is based on facts.."

Artemis out of the corner of her looked towards the teacher and then placed them back out the window.

((OOC:I so limited myself on this one... Trust me... it would've been longer if I wanted it to..*Smiles*))

[anjafurey]

The door began to open to the class room. A student, Anja, was late. Her brown hair was a mess with strands in her face and it was clear that she did not bother to even attempt to get up on time. It was clear she had thrown on a halter top and skirt then slid on a pair of black pumps due to how discheveled she appeared. School did not matter to her, let alone appearance. Only Faust mattered-- her step-brother. No student would realize that she was truly a twenty five year old posing as a seventeen year old. She would appear younger than a twenty five year old and could pass off as a seventeen year old for she was an excellent actress. Once she had stepped into the class room, she listened to some of the conversation. A sadistic smirk came to her lips whilst she peered at the students. They all looked so innocent. Her eyes would turn to the teacher then and a look of lustful hunger would come to her eyes. It was a look that only Faust would be able to recognize because Faust knew her due to their past. The crumpled pass in her hand would soon transfer to his own as she stood dangerously close to the teacher, her step-brother, as if threatening to torment him in front of the class at that point in time. Anja knew better. She was intelligent like her brother and would not risk having him taken away from her lustful desires because of a student who knew nothing. Faust belonged to Anja and only Anja.

"Abortion? As in, using a clothes hanger? I'm all for it," She bit her tongue momentarily, not saying "especially if it's bloody."

However, she then said, "I mean, what female doesn't enjoy the point of the metal when it is bent properly?"

Her seat would be taken, right in front of Faust. She had no bags, no paper, no pencils. Her legs were not underneath the desk and she slumped in her seat. Her hostile attitude was rather clear just due to the appearance she posessed and the body language she used subconsciously. It was obvious that Anja was not to be one that you should mess with for it may turn out, that she would mess with you in ways that would not be pleasant. She was raised in a manner to get what she wanted for herself, to use what she needed and do what ever she wanted. If somebody got in her way, they would not be there for long. Manipulation or voilence, she would always achieve her means. Faust would not be an obstacle she could not achieve. It was impossible for her to fail. Consequences would not be pretty of she couldn't have him.

She would begin to play with her tongue piercing, the metal stud cold against the roof of her mouth and her lips. Her eyes remained a constant gaze on Faust, studying every movement and his reaction towards her. She knew that the love he had for her in return was also coupled by hate. Her last incident with him had proven that clearly to her. It only made her want him more as did every action he had done and would do.

"Or...scalpels." The last two words deliberate. Again, Faust would catch the meaning. She loved hidden messages. In this situation, double messages would be a fun way to mess with her step-brother's mind. A smile came to her lips, the pearly smile almost suprising. Her hazel eyes glinted in the flourescent light as her eyes met his own. The smile would disappear, but a look of being content would take over, a whirl of want burning within her as her step-brother's eyes would remind her of the times before that she could feel the warmth of his body and could see the seduction within them.

[Fau$t]

His eyes burned. Truly, they did. Locked upon the figure that had just decided to waltz in on his class. And the tension couldn't be anything greater than he had ever felt in his entire time here in California. Really. He hadn't even thought of her existence during his time here. And now. Now, he would be forced to teach the little wench in his classroom. Her name. Anja. Pleasing to the eye, rotten to the core. A bad apple. But then again... What did that say about Faust? He took that bad apple to bed. Or rather she had forced him into the position more than anything else, really. Rolling his shoulder backward, he would try and regain his posture as the girl gently slid the hallway pass into his hand. Her figure almost as close to say that her mere touch would leave him powerless for the rest of eternity. His paralyzed stance would soon shift as his wondrous little stalker had taken a seat. Right in front of him. Like he would just be tempted ever more-so than ever to get anything out of her. But when did he get anything productive out of that woman other than pain and the occasional forced sex? Her presence was truly more than a suprise seeing as Faust had forgot that she even existed for the past two years. But then again, what existed other than his padded walls and seering white paint for the last two years? He tried not to think about it. Ignore it. Before, we would even think of continuing the lesson... Faust would keep his gaze locked on his older step-sister, his lips curling to form the words, a whisper slipping from out of his treacherous vocals.

"...Sit up."

This was still his classroom. And she would have to get used to his rules if it meant to establish control over her. And her slumped figure would not pass for proper posture in his classroom. Whether she had mental control over him or not. He was still in control here. His classroom. The whispers in the classroom grew intensily as he zoned out, his reality snapping back into place as he grew tired of his noisy students destroying his beautiful, beautiful silence.

"Alright. Enough. I hear anymore talking and we'll settle it outside. Talking with our hands more than anything."

His eyes shot back at his students in the back of the room, connecting so that it would establish the fear of executing corporal punishment upon them. He was wearing his normal attire today. His long-sleeved, ribbed shirt that clung to his flesh but could be pulled so show how loose-fitting it was. Dark khaki's that could settle for going past his large feet. Overall, this man was just behemoth. The 7"3 monster would literally topple over all of his students, the only teacher coming close to his height being that of Hiroko. The one man that would be considered a challenge amongst these maggots. Now, on with the lesson.

"Correct. You are all correct and so horribly wrong at the same time. The question is not to be considered what you prefer but merely why you should care in the first place? Did you get that girl pregnant? Is it your choice whether that child lives or dies? No, of course not. You should not care. Conscience is a blessing and a curse. And like this topic now, you have let it manipulate you without hesitation..."

((OoC: Sorry for the shortness. Got work in ten minutes. -.-))

[Atticus Wagner]

"Freak show..." A mere mumble from Atticus wasn't even loud enough for the people sit next to him to hear. But the disrespectful girl was more than just an run-of-the-mill nutter. The bird was downright screwed up. And he got the vibe that she was there to make everything awkward. Her comments had more than confirmed that feeling. And it was more than safe to assume that she was as screwed up as she made herself seem.

But what was getting him pissed about her was the fact that she made him look like a normal kid. Nobody would care about a punk with a zero attention span, no respect for the teachers or students, and a bitter disposition when a girl like that was causing chaos. In fact, people might actually try and talk to him. The very thought of it was making him feel like he should take more than a few shots at her face. Not to mention she looked like the kind of girl guys drooled over. Of course sadists weren't his style. Neither was just about anybody else.

There was one good thing about her though; She could make the teacher twitch.

"Don't confuse compassion with caution." Atticus mumbeled to himself. Sure, he knew that he didn't really need to worry about the situation. After all, with the way he acted, he wasn't going to be put in that position anytime soon. Something made him feel like he should say something though. Actually make himself known. In a way, one-up the b*tch. Dramatic in a slightly more than necessary way, Atticus stood up from his desk, staring down the teacher. With nothing more than a general look of annoyance on his face, he took a mere second to let his actions sink in.

"That's your opinion. And quite frankly, I can do without opinions. This is really starting to sound more like a class on philosophy and beliefs. I can do without those too. No matter what you say or do, you'll never truly be able to make us see your way, because the abstract is born from our own minds, from our experiences and what we have brought in through our senses. You might think of a conscience as a double edged sword because of whatever reason you have. But I think of it as an annoyance for my reasons. And some of these other people might just think the conscience is the hottest thing since Johnny Depp for whatever reason they have. It's all too subject to change for us to try and reach a uniform 'right or wrong' answer about any abstract subject. So if you don't mind, I'd like to stop talking about your mentality, and start learning how the mind itself works."

[Aureus]

The boy who spoke after Aureus seemed to show some intelligence, and struck a cord with the Freshmen. He could directly relate to what was said. He was a product of the adoption system. And after living through it could honestly say it wasn't the best. Or anything close to. Admitting this wasn't hard. He knew he was fucked up, it was just the plain truth. After all, he spent alot of time talking to a person in his head. But than the question became who was to say what was fucked up and what wasn't. A result of that was Aureus saying he didn't give a fuck. He'd live the way he wanted, and if people had a problem with who he was they could just fuck off.

The next girl took a more thoughtful approach, but one that failed to point out something. Trees are alive just as much as a zygote that can't think. Yet we cut them down without care. She also mentioned a bunch about choice that the freshmen really didn't care to listen to, mainly because he had heard it before. He had arguments.

Not long after another student strode into the room. Aureus studied her carefully, and to be honest didn't like the look she gave them. It was that look of superiority. That they were something lower than her. But it didn't matter how she looked, as long as she stayed out of his way. She acted dangerous, but to the dark haired boy he saw only two things: 'annoying and a bother'. Doing his best to ignore her, the student turned back to the teacher. And what he found interested him to no end. The look in the man's eye. The freshmen couldn't quite place it, but it wasn't a positive one. And it had been caused by the annoying female that recently entered the room. He knew her, and definitely hadn't been expecting her. Other than that, he knew nothing.

While waiting for the teacher to regain control of his classroom, the schizo ran his fingernails along the desk. bored. And finally came the explanation. Which basically shouted: 'You shouldn't care!' All in all Aureus thought the reasoning was stupid. If one ignored problems just because they weren't directly effected by them, they would be helpless when the problems became theirs, or someone close to them. It was called ignorance and it belied stupidity. This time the boy would speak without raising his hand. "Ignoring the world until it kicks in your door leaves you unprepared." Simple and straight to the point. "What's next, sir?" Aureus asked, eager to see if this man could teach him anything, because so far he had failed. However, before he could recieve an answer, another boy spoke up. As the words reached his ears all the teen could do was smirk. It seemed someone else in the room had the right idea. They were hear to learn facts, not philosophy.

[Grayon Brand]

A hand was raised into the air.

"I don't mean to sound disrepectful, but I do have to second the other studnet on his views about your answer to the question. How does that pertain to Psychology? This is a study of the human mind, right? and not a debate club? Shouldn't we be trying to find out why we are thinking what we are think, and not what is the right and wrong things to think?"

Grayon had signed up this class for a reson, and finding out what the teacher thought was right or wrong was no it. He wanted to learn the human mind, to find out how he could easily manipulate or help the human mind. Finding out what others thought was not his way of learning about the human mind. So what if a baby died or lived? What was the real point was why would we care if it died or lived... and the teacher didn't seem to care about that.

[Fau$t]

He laughed. He could only laugh at the student who actually had the balls to stand up and decide he had control of classroom for whatever the reason may be. These kids, getting more arrogant as time went on. Jesus. They needed to be put into place. And Faust was never ashamed to crack a few skulls if it meant proving a point and getting it across correctly through the masses. Sighing, at the pathetic sight that was his arrogant student... He realized that their had to be atleast one ignorant shit in each class. This had to be his. Staring down the student, he didn't even bother to execute the efficient course that the schooling system would call, "corporal punishment." Yes, it would be time to continue the lesson with a more subtle approach than throwing that question at them. In a sense, it was true. It was still a bit early for them to understand why he had asked the question in the beginning of class. He had high hopes for some real answers and opinions but these children failed to meet his standards. First blood. But before he would even continue on with the lesson, Faust was still itching to correct the out-line child that had decided to make a name for himself. "Intelligent" in the eyes of the peanut gallery, an ignorant fuck to the one who really mattered. Him. Faust. The TEACHER. Keeping his gaze floating on the child, he spoke aloud so that it would make his point clear. That this kind of behaviour would not be tolerated unless it actually made more sense to begin with.

"I'll admit. You children are too early in the game to understand why that question was asked. But you, dear child. Your words lack substance and overall, true reasoning to make any impact on how I'm going to run MY classroom. So please, if you want to show-off, do it in Mister Katashi's classroom. Not mine. I won't tolerate any of it. You need to learn your place. And learn it well. Because if not, we can take this to a better place and I can 'enlighten' you."

He paused. Making sure, his emotionless gaze would run over the student's. Plow him into the ground. Really, he didn't matter. Just another student who actually thought he meant something. I'll refer back to the earlier paragraph in my first post, discussing about how people were meant to live meaningless lives in a self-preserving economy. I'm breaking the fourth wall, just because I can. Now, back to the class. Going back so that he could continue the lesson, he motioned for the student's to copy down what was about to be said into their notes. If they wanted to pass their finals, Faust would have to grace them if the basic's.

"I suppose, I should review the basic's more than anything with you people. So I guess we'll get started with the brain functions and such. The TWO main purposes of our brain. To store and memorize information reviewed and to process/access that information so that it can be applied to future situations..."

Moving to the chalkboard, he picked up one of the white, little rocks and began writing. The board was seperated into two topics, "Left" and "Right." The parts of the brain, quite literally.

The Left~
1. Logic.
2. Words.
3. Organs and specifics.
4. Analysis. (basic dissection of information)
5. Sequential learning. (processed educational means)
6. Is time-bound. (is stuck with a sense of time and your position in that field)

The Right~
1. Emotions (happy, sadness, worry, oh-my!)
2. Images.
3. Systems and unification of specific organs.
4. Synthesis and results. (to combine certain information for said-result)
5. Simaltaneous or holistic thinking processes. (multiple processed information means)
6. Is time free. (lacks the ability to tell it's place in time)

Putting down the chalk, he turned the class once again. Speaking up so that they could move on with the lesson and etc.

"Now, with these topic's, in mind... Let's move on."

[anjafurey]

She looked up at her younger brother, quirking her brow as he told her to sit up. She did, pulling her legs beneath the desk and pulling her shoulders back to keep her back in proper position. Her legs moved then, crossing underneath the desk as she leaned forward just a tad, appearing to seem more attentive to him, her brother. Her life long obession and forced lover. This class would be fun for her. Torture for him. The students would not be able to comprehend his past, or hers, or what both Faust and Anja shared that neither of them denied and would be a fool if they did. It was a very twisted love that was brought upon by the way they were raised. With Faust as Anja's play toy as a younger girl, she would develop a crutch so to speak, that gave her the attitude of Faust could not, and would not, belong to anybody else, not even their disgusting darling sister, of which Anja had a deep loathing for due to Faust's decision over her than Anja. Anja, the woman who was most definitely dangerously beautiful, always got what she wanted, even as a young child. Even if it meant going to depths that would seem insane. But, she was. So was her father and her mother. The spinning of the skateboard wheel as it grew louder and louder in her mind would slowly grate on her nerves as it interferred with her focus on Faust. It would seem to her, like the ticking of a clock for the pirate in Peter Pan. Unlike him though, she would be willing to stop it, not run from it.

As she listened to student responses, she would shake her head at the last response. Being much older than all of the students and having messed with human minds all her life, she knew what her younger brother was indicating. She also knew him, and why he thought that way. In addition, the responses of the children around her gave her the satisfaction that she will have much more fun than anticipated. Teenage souls are so easy to break and mess with. She may even discover a new play toy in this class. Her eyes closed as Faust wrote down what the purpose of each side of the brain, for she knew this already. A strand of hair would drift into her fair face as her arms came folded across her chest.

"Abortion has everything to do with psychology, but it has more sociological inferences in the study of psychology. Debating allows one to explore their mind, their quirks, their emotions, thus providing somebody with information about their mind. Why do you think psychologists make you talk and express emotions?" She would direct towards the last student as Faust finished his last statement.

Any threat Faust would dare use upon Anja wouldn't mean a thing to her. He should know, especially now, that where ever he would go, she would follow, no matter how long it took her to do so. Those two years of waiting should prove so. As the wheel continued turning and she opened her eyes, she gave a look to Faust. A look of warning, it would seem, one that was firm and dangerous. Did he dare even attempt to control her like she did him, even within his boundaries? Afterall, she did that numerous times before hand. She needed no set atmosphere to do her "magic."

She would stand up suddenly and turn to face the class room. Her eyes scanned for the source of the noise that bothered her and once she located it, she approached Atticus. Her steps her slow and the heels of her shoes made a dull clunk against the floor. Her eyes met his, studying him. He was rather dull to her, not full of enough life, seeming so very...normal like the rest and probably very immature. As her hips reached his desk, she leaned up against it and bent over some. She came directly eye level with his own optics. The palm of her left hand lay flat on the desk to keep her balanced. Anja's hazel eyes gleamed with a look, not a threatening one, but definitely one that would indicate that he better pay attention to her gesture. Her hand rose from beside her, eyes locked on his before she clenched the wheel. The friction of it spinning some before coming to a complete stop against the soft flesh of her feminine hand caused a red mark due to the heat. This caused a pleased, small smirk from her lips to appear. Only the right curled up. She let go of the wheel.

"I'm trying to listen to the teacher," She would whisper to Atticus in a polite tone that she put on as false, "And whether you find this conversation important or not, I do. So, please, stop." The look in her eyes would change to a menacing gleam. She, like Faust, wasn't afraid to express herself, physically or mentally. However, her physically wouldn't require fighting but a lot of pain. For the student in front of her, that is. Painful and bloody, though not life threatening but definitely mentally scaring. She would stand back up, now looking down at him. With a turn on the left heel, she would walk back to her desk without a word, taking back the position she had, up right and attentive to her brother, prior to making the wheel stop.

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Uninterested in getting caught up in the rabblerousing comments of the other students, Saint sat quietly in his seat. His notebook sitting in front of him, while he played with his pen. He didn’t mind the discussion in these least. After all, some people learned better when they were involved in the subject, through discussion or some sort of activity. Others just needed someone to spew a laundry list of facts at them and spell out what it meant then they would be just fine. Thus the challenge of a teacher was to make the material palatable to all of their students not just a select few. He also wondered how many people in this class actually wanted to learn the material, not just here to get a credit or fill up their schedule as needed. He’d guess about half, but that may have been high.

When the teacher wrote down the list of the hemispheric functions, Saint made himself a nice little T chart, left on the left, right on the right. Each function was giving a number, left was 1-6 like the teachers, however right was 6-12. This way Saint could list descriptions of the functions underneath using the numbers and use that to study. Plus it saved him the time of writing the all the functions over again when he did have the proper descriptions. Once he was done with his note taking, Saint simply awaited what was to come next, ignoring the rest of the class for the most part. No reason to pay attention to them at present time.

((OoC: Yay Shortness! Boo, awful tasting pringles! bleck! >_<))

[Aureus]

Spin...spin...spin It was the repetitive sound that Aureus had heard quite alot before. The spinning of a skateboard wheel; polyurethane. It seemed the boy who had spoken out had a nervous habit, or maybe he was just really bored. Either way, it was beginning to get on the schizo's nerves. After a few minutes, however, the teacher spoke up again and allowed him to drain out the spinning.

The teacher's words proved to be just as irritating again. It was that superior tone he used. The freshmen would tolerate it, for now. It was true, this man had lived longer than he and had more experience in different areas. The best course of action would be to let him revel in his intelligence, and absorb all the knowledge he presented. Why? Because having people give you a detailed map of things was easier than going out and writing it yourself. The smart learn from their mistakes, the wise learn from the mistakes of others. It was simply a matter of time.

Flipping open his notebook, the dark haired boy wrote down the 'two main functions' of the brain in the left page's top margin. Under that he would write the more detailed functions of the left brain, and on the right page he would write those of the right brain. Between each function he would skip two lines so that he would be able to describe them better later on.

As he was finishing up, the annoying girl made a comment defending the teacher's methods. After that she stood up and put an end to the spinning. What exactly she said to the boy he didn't pick up, but it wasn't important. Unfortunately, she interested him. Though he wouldn't let her know that. It would be best to observe her from afar at first. That way he knew what he was dealing with. Running in blind wasn't something Aureus liked to do. She's a black widow, that one. Her body language, just a cover. Her mind is sharp. You can tell by her comment. In addition, the teacher seems too intelligent to be controlled by looks alone. She has him wrapped...somehow. Be careful if you plan to get close. Of course.

[Atticus Wagner]

The constant "whirring" sound of the skateboard's wheels was music to Atticus, unlike everyone else, whom were getting annoyed. He spent hours a day listening to the sound and feeling the wind rush past his face. It was one of the two consistant things in life that he loved. But when the wheel was stopped, Atticus had no choice but to be pissed. That b*tch from earlier actually had the nerve to not only touch his board, but to think she was superior to him. Bullsh*t. Atticus did notice her hand turned red from the rough texture of the wheel. It seemed that his board didn't like her either. But everything she had said had been so condescending that he could feel the annoyance dripping from her words. But her and the teacher's annoyance, meant that he had obtained his status as the hated student, the a**hole that nobody was going to takes sides with. In other words, he had made sure he was going to be as alone as he could get. Perfect.

And to top it all off, the teacher had discovered his own folly and corrected himself. Of course, it was under the guise of believing everyone was too ignorant to understand his lesson, but that didn't matter. He was, as intended, getting to the "need to know" information. They were high school students, not psychology majors. The students needed to be given a foundation that they could build upon, not an unstable set of teachings bound to collapse as time went by. But just becouse the teacher wanted notes, didn't mean he was going to get any from Atticus. Notes were a waste of ink and paper when his mind could just take in knowledge and spit it back out at will.

But what to do about the rest of the class? If he stayed silent forever, his bad image would fade to a translucent one. So he had to make sure his horrible impression stuck well. And the best way to do that was to establish the most horrible base for his reputation he could think of. And the way to make everyone hate him was right in front of his hand. A simple sound that had already done so much, and made such an impact already. So his hand reached out again, ready to resume his little 'habit'. The grin that was forming on his face could only be described as amused and sadistic.

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........