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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Sept 13, 2009 11:42:21 GMT -8
What time is it? Is it almost the end of class yet? Man I'm bored, if I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to... "Mr. Hikari!" A voice broke Alex's train of thoughts, as a loud wham rang through the classroom, making the people around Alex jump in surprise. Alex however, merely just looked up, his chin cradled in the palm of his hand. "Welcome back to reality Mr. Hikari, now kindly pay attention, or else." The teacher said, he had slammed his hand down on the desk that Alex was sitting in to wake him up, and after seeing Alex was awake, he then walked back to the front of the room to continue the lesson. Alex however continued to cradle his chin in the palm of his hand, what class was he in right now? Geography? Yeah, Geography, the teacher was now talking about the territory the Romans had conquered.
This is boring, why am I in Geography class again? Oh right, I was forced to. This sucks. Alex held an expression of mild interest, though his mind was once again beginning to wander. As soon as he saw people move, perhaps they were doing a group project or something? Alex took the opportunity in the movement of students to slip out of the classroom. Grabbing his notebook, throwing all of his stuff into his bag, he slipped out of the classroom unnoticed. He ran down the hallway and turned the corner, and then leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. He had escaped, and unnoticed too. What luck. If anyone noticed he was gone, well, he'd be long gone by then. He leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, now what? There was what, an hour left in the lesson? Kill time he guessed, but do what? He'd find out soon enough.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 11:51:09 GMT -8
The room was blurry, yet the path was clear. Run run run, thats all she had to do now...blood was following her...great she didnt need a trail, she took to the roof tops with ease....the blood still followed...shit..She sliped and fell in....She was hanging onto the roof with all her might she pushed herself up..Trisha....Bastille ground her teeth together.....Trisha pulled the trigger on her pistol and ...
"OUCH" Bastille gripped as she rubbed her forhead. The Teacher had taken to shooting erasers at Bastille when she fell asleep.
"Ms. Cunningham, maybe you and your neighbor could talk ways to stay awake in class, seeing as both of you have the same issue of sleeping through my lessons."
Bastille turned an eye to the guy sitting next to her. He looked tired as hell. Bastille grumped and slumped back into her seat, when another eraser hit her.
"dont even think about it" the teacher hissed. Bastille stood up.
"Would you STOP that....my forhead is going to become a giant malt ball with thsoe damned erasers! "
"The pay attention!" he yelled back. With a grouchy mumble Bastille sat down in her seat and took out a pencil and began to doodle on a page, once again looking at the guy next to her. As he got up to leave she watched him with little interest, but as he slipped out unnoticed, Bastille liked the idea too much. Right behind him she slipped out however the teacher looked right at her.
"going somewhere?" he seemed to be filled with evil intention and Bastille knew what was coming next.
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Post by Grav on Sept 13, 2009 12:14:26 GMT -8
grav loved solitare. it was a guilty pleasure. one of his favorites. even though he was a gambling man he loved to play the simple card games every now and then. he was almost finished, almost beat it and won when all of a sudden the cards were strewn about the floor. grav didnt bother to look up at who it was before mouthing off
"you slimy little bastard, i was about to win"
grav looked up at the figure with anger and rage in his eyes and body. his deep purple hued eyes were layed upon the figure of what he now realized was the teacher.
"uh...... sorry....... crap!"
the teacher smirked for now he had a legitimate excuse to fuck with him. the teacher made him pick up the cards and pocket them. he then brought grav to the front of the class to make and example of him. grav stood there as the teacher spoke
now children, this is what we call a trouble maker. and the way we deal with trouble makers in this school is simple, we humiliate, hurt and punish them. now this particular trouble maker thinks he is the shit, but he is very wrong because in my class....
the teacher sent a swift fist into gravs stomach causing him to double over
..... im the shit!!!
the teacher let out a hearty laugh. he then proceeded to pick grav up by his shirt, his nicely pressed dark red button up shirt, and literally throw him out of the class room.
dont you come back to my class until you decide to actually shut up and learn
grav was throw against a wall. the opposite wall from the entrance to the classroom. no doubt ably making a very large banging sound within the classroom on the other side of that wall.
grav rose dusting off his clothes and shouting back at the teacher.
"yeah well, anatomy isnt that great anyways!!!"
grav was a bit peeved looked at the bright side, he got out of class early and was now free to do whatever he liked. he hadnt noticed the boy against the wall that he hit when hi was thrown out, he was too preoccupied with his own issues. he turned to face him and gave a smirk.
"and here i thought i was the only one out of class"
grav looked the boy up and down
"whats a fellow like you doing out of class early?"
his new orleans accent shown through with his dialogue. this was going to be a fun day.....
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Sept 13, 2009 17:22:24 GMT -8
Just as Alex managed to slip out, he saw a girl right behind him, attempting to slip out just as Alex had done. Unfortunately, the teacher got to her before she could get out, and Alex knew as well what was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be pretty. What she needed, was a distraction, and Alex knew exactly what would make a good distraction. “Hey!” He shouted out, pointing out the window, “Isn’t that Robert Pattinson over there?” Alex immediately covered his ears as an eruption of fangirl squealing broke out, and most, if not all the girls in the class immediately stood up and stampeded to the window, crowding around it, as the teacher tried to restore order to the class. “Don’t just stand there, move!” He mouthed to Bastille as this took place, as he took his leave and disappeared into the hallway, getting as far as he could, before resting against a wall.
As soon as the adrenaline from running faded away, if Bastille had followed him, he would finally realize and recognize whom she was. “... I know you. You’re--” "And here I thought I was the only one out of class.” “--The girl I fought against in the tournament.” At the sound of a voice speaking to him, Alex turned his head and looked around, and saw whom it was that had spoken to him. It was a guy, but his tone of voice sounded amused more than anything else. "What’s a fellow like you doing out of class early?" "I got bored and escap... I mean left." Alex replied, shrugging his shoulders, looking back at the guy with an expression of puzzlement. Who was this guy, and why was he speaking to him? Interesting... “How about you?” Alex asked, his arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the wall in a relaxed pose. "Name's Alex, what's yours?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2009 14:25:44 GMT -8
Bastille had stayed still a moment not sure what to make of the fan girl squeal. Honestly, it would have been most amusing to watch the estrogen rush that Rob Pattersons name invoked, however as the guy had shouted, time to run. She took the chance to dash out the room and of course, the teacher wasnt happy...he instead chose to follow her. Bastille ran down the hall spying to the guys.
"HATE TO BE A DITCH KILLER BUT WE'VE GOT TO GO!" She shouted as the teacher persued her, luckily she had speed and with enough force drew out her blade and used the hilt to pick up the kid sitting on the floor while her other hand grabed the collar of her desk neighbor. She would definatly get detention for this. Whatever...nothing was compared to prison. Bastille shoved them both into the girls bathroom and then barrel rolled in herself using her old blunt blade as a barracade for the door. With a grin she held up a finger to her lips, silencing them until she heard foot steps run past the bathroom.
Finally they faded so mush that not even a bat could hear those steps and Bastille turned back to the guys.
"woohoo....havent had a run like that in a while. Brilliantly played there boya, R.Patz sure has made his name famous, honestly dont see what girls like in that cave man expression though...." she huffed grinning. It had been a thrill.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Sept 28, 2009 10:38:34 GMT -8
You have got to be kidding me... Alex just stared as he saw Bastille run down the hallway, the teacher barrelling down behind her. It was like the guy didn't plan on giving up. Just as she reached the two of them, he saw her use the hilt of her sword to pick up the guy, while at the same time, grabbed the back of Alex's collar and practically dragged him behind her, before tumbling into the, where else? The girl's bathroom. Alex landed on his back, as he saw, albeit upside down, Bastille barrel roll into the bathroom after them, using the blade as a barracade for the door, as footsteps stomped past the door, before slowly fading away, Alex having sat up and kept quiet during the entire time.
Once the coast was clear, Alex stayed sitting on the floor, his knees near his chest, as he rested his arms on the top of his knees. "Don't ask me, I was never into the whole 'Sparkling Vampire' bit." He replied, as he smirked slightly. "So the rumours were true, the girl's bathroom really is nicer and cleaner than the boy's bathroom." Alex joked, as he peered around the bathroom from where he was currently sitting. "If I didn't know better, I swear that teacher has it out for you, chasing after you like that." Alex sighed, as he held his hands up and shook his head in mock exasperation. "... Right. I'm Alex, and you are?"
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