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Post by Ms. Glass on Oct 25, 2009 13:49:57 GMT -8
Ms. Glass was in a fairly decent mood. Her morning classes could've gone better, but after lunch? She was feeling much, much better about the day. The Caesar's salad she'd eaten had been perfect with the thermos of green tea that she'd brought along. She entered her classroom in good spirits before moving around a couple of files on her desk. She checked her watch. In just a couple of minutes, her Creative Writing class would be entering for a less in pain in the fine arts. " This ought to be interesting," she murmured to herself as she checked over the list of names she'd retrieved from the sign-ups board. She smoothed out her full red skirt as she sat behind her desk and then straightened her white blouse. Interesting, interesting. She heard the bell go off and took a final look at the attendance list. Edit: The first set of posts establish posting order. If someone doesn't post within two days when it's your turn, you're getting skipped and you'll have to make it up in the next round. Or I'll take over your character for that post. <3 |
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Oct 25, 2009 13:53:11 GMT -8
Gilgamesh stretched as he walked into the room, he sat down by the windows and dropped his bag, he set up his old laptop on the desk and sighed.
Another early day.. More and more school.
A special English class... heh... special..
He put his head on the desk and waited to see if anyone he knew. He looked at his seat.. square. he sighed and opened up a story he was writing on his laptop, just for fun.
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Post by Drea on Oct 25, 2009 13:59:20 GMT -8
Drea entered the room, her usual clothing dwarfing her frame.
She saw a boy in the classroom - she didn't know for sure who he was yet - and the teacher. It seemed she was second.
"H-hello." she muttered as she entered the room before quickly finding a seat and plopping into it. She, too, pulled a laptop from her bag, but hers was brand new. She tapped the space bar, returning it from it's sleep mode. From there, she moved straight to a Microsoft Word document. She'd been working on poetry during lunch.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 25, 2009 15:22:57 GMT -8
Well things sure had changed since the birth of the twins. Mostly Kevala. Heh. The death of the third child having made her open up her eyes to a lot of things. She had changed her attire, her hair, and had even taken to wearing contacts.
Yup. Things were actually going pretty good for her. Having left the kids with Contessa. The newest hire as Nanny for the family, she made her way into the classroom. She wore a pair of denim jeans and a white blouse. Yes, white blouse, over a black tanktop. Long brown locks, recently dyed from their original black shade, hung down about her slender form. Today she had her usual set of icy hues. Having skipped the contacts for now.
Looking around, she saw two people she knew. A smile curning on her lips as she made her way to her seat. A black shoulder bag in tow as she sat down. Crossing her legs lightly under the desk and setting her bag to the side.
Now just waiting for class to start.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 25, 2009 15:27:42 GMT -8
OOC: Withdrawing from this class due to time line issues.
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Post by Mitsukai on Oct 25, 2009 17:01:25 GMT -8
Mitsukai entered the classroom quite pleased with herself. For once she didn't get lost on her way here AND she made it to class on time. It was a big achievement for someone who had such a terrible sense of direction. Not to mention that creative writing was one of her secret passions, she was guarenteed to have a good time in this class.
A quick glance into the classroom and she would notice that she knew everyone here in the room. Of course she knew Drea and Kevala very well. The boy she had only met once, but it was hard for her to forget the boy who had been thrown off the roof on her first day of school.
With a small nod in greeting to her fellow classmates the girl would find herself an empty seat. Taking out her things from her bag to get ready for class.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 25, 2009 20:10:08 GMT -8
Emily was a mangaka, and one of the things Mangaka usually do in the process of making their craft is to create a written version of their story; Emily was adept at that thing at least. For now, she decided to take on another class for fun. It had absolutely nothing to do with her becoming a nurse in the future but at least that meant that she would at least be able to come back as a mangaka if the time permits.
Sighing, she opened the door to the classroom to realize that she wasn't as early as she would've preferred. There was Giglamesh, Drea, Kevala and... that other person from the Hospital.
Smiling to herself, Emily would take the seat beside Drea. Well, it would be confusing for the teacher to tell which is which. That should be fun to think about, at least.
Well, the question is - who is this new teacher the school was chattering about all week?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2009 22:18:47 GMT -8
Being rather new to this school Jaus Valentine found it pretty difficult to make any new aquaintences he knew of only a few people while others through the rumors that fluttered about. None of which he considered true until he'd actually met them himself but regardless Jaus was late for class.
His pace slowed by the weight of his heavy coat, the Ex-Varsity Captain of Point Hope would enter himself in the class room hopefully without any noise, that was until he tripped over a neat stack of books at the back of the class.
Jaus ducked and looked about trying to cover his tracks abashed though he moved quietly to the back with his eyes low. The heavy coat of course would make him move at the pace of a trudge. He'd sit at the back and away from most people his icy blue hues returning to their rightful place towards the front of the class.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 26, 2009 10:59:26 GMT -8
Alex ran down the hallway, his black backpack slung over his shoulder, bouncing off his back. He wasn't even part of the original list of students in the class, since he hadn't even written his name down on the sign-up sheet for it, having reached the sign-up sheet too late. He had only been pleasantly informed that he was part of the class oh... about 5 minutes before the actual class was about to start!? Grabbing his laptop and notebook, Alex slammed his locker shut before high-tailing it to the classroom. Reaching the door, he slowed down and came to a grinding halt, as he took a couple seconds to catch his breath, before going in. He then plopped down in the seat beside Emily, who was sitting next to her twin sister, Drea. Honestly, if it had been someone meeting the two for the first time, they probably wouldn't be able to tell who was who.
But Alex had been around Emily long enough to recognize her. Besides, he would be a terrible boyfriend if he couldn't even recognize his own girlfriend. Looking around, Alex recognized mostly everyone in the classroom... Okay, that was a lie. He only knew Drea and Emily. Everyone else was completely unknown to him. Pulling his notebook out, since he wanted a shoulder flat surface to be able to lie his head down on, if he needed his laptop, Alex would pull it out. For now, he would leave it in his backpack, which was by his feet. Resting his head on his arms, Alex looked out the window, letting his heart rate return to normal, before lifting his head up and cradling his chin in the palm of his hand, a bored or half-asleep expression on his face, whichever was interpreted first, as he waited for class to begin.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2009 12:43:13 GMT -8
Slowly Zachariah strode through the hallways, well aware of the fact that he might be somewhat late though obviously unbothered by the fact. It wasn’t as some disrespect to the teacher or institution, though it may have looked that way, it was merely because of the calm that seemed to surround him at all times. The main reason for his tardiness being the fact that he’d taken an off campus journey to his usual place to unwind during the previous period and hadn’t started back until the bell had gone off. Perhaps he should have hurried but most teachers treated one minute late with the same distain as ten minutes late so the repercussions were the same either and agitating himself was thus unnecessary.
“I apologize for my tardiness.”
Zachariah said in a calm manner as he pushed through the classroom door. He gave an apologetic smile while preparing for whatever reprimand was coming his way, be it no or after class. Then he would make his way to the nearest open seat to make sure not to disrupt any more of the class’s precious time. He took out a pen, pencil, and notebook to prepare for any writing exercises they might be given. Unlike many of others that had brought and opened laptops, Zachariah felt much more comfortable and freethinking using a simple pen and paper like the greats that had come before, none of them had a portable computer. Besides, he could write as fast as he could type.
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Post by Ms. Glass on Oct 26, 2009 13:26:38 GMT -8
Ms. Glass was actually fairly pleased. The students had filed in quietly - quickly, too. They'd all gotten settled and pulled out their supplies. Wonderful, wonderful. She got to her feet and moved to the center of the front of the room, intent on issuing a welcoming statement.
"Welcome to Creative Writing. As you can see, I'll be your teacher." She paused as a late student entered the room.
"I apologize for my tardiness," the boy said calmly. Still, his expression was that of a fully apologetic student.
She nodded to him. "Go ahead and take a seat. You haven't missed anything." She then turned back to the class as a whole.
"You may call me Ms. Glass," she motioned at the students. "Obviously, you've all got a notion of what the class is about. Unlike the typical creative writing class, however, you won't be working solo the whole time. Today's assignment is pretty simple: A sort of 'getting-to-know-you' game. Before that, however, you'll have twenty minutes to write a journal entry on the prompt that I'll put up with the overhead. Now, I know not all of you will return here - if at all - but I figure this assignment as good a way of getting grades in and still having you socialize to some small extent."
She walked as she talked, and she had moved to the door - which she shut. It wasn't as though she had any other students to worry about, seeing as all eight that had enlisted were present.
"Grab a partner. You'll be working together on a ten line poem. I don't care what your subject matter is, so feel free to exercise your imagination. I would prefer that they remain school appropriate and keep in mind that you'll be presenting these to the class." Ms. Glass moved to the front of the room - to her desk - and grabbed a couple of pages from a folder that lay open upon it. They were see through - transparencies.
"You'll each take turns writing out a line on these, and they'll be shown at the end of class," she set them down on an empty desk at the front of the room. Then, she turned on the projector and moved to turn off the lights. Once the lights were off, the prompt would become visible:
"These will not be read aloud as they'll be turned into me for grading. If you can't think of anything, write based on a prompt of your own." She eyed the laptops. "Those with laptops, I've got a printer in the back of the room. Place your papers in the tray."
She nodded towards the tray on her desk.
"Twenty minutes," she reminded them as she looked at the clock on the far wall, "Starting now."
She moved back to her desk and sat, opening up a file on her own computer. She had to send in the attendance, after all. Secretly, though, she wondered how she'd done. She'd figured getting all the instructions out early was her safest bet. Gave them more time to think, anyways. Besides, Creative Writing was a class she liked to teach because the students that took it were typically capable of thinking for themselves.
This class would probably be the model for her future classes. Hopefully, all went well.
Okay, obviously posting order is pointless. XD I had intended to do something else but changed my mind. Feel free to post in whatever order you like.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Oct 26, 2009 14:33:10 GMT -8
Gilgamesh typed away and sighed abit. strongest emotion?..
He looked around at people around him, would anyone be his partner?.. Maybe.. maybe not.
He looked around Emily was here. He walked got up and walked over Emily.
"Hey Emily, would you mind being my partner?" He smiled a bit. "Unless you don't want to, it's alright." Gilgamesh still had his smile on his face.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 26, 2009 17:00:48 GMT -8
Kevala sat there, listening as the teacher spoke. A sigh passing from her as she reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook. Sure, others had laptops, and to be honest, next to her notebook she too had one nestled into her bag. But she loved to write. It always seemed that her emotions and her passion flowed more freely when she put pen to paper.
Taking out her pen, she thought for a moment over the topic which they were to write a journal entry about.
Instantly two emotions came to mind. Both of which had been the most powerful feelings she had ever felt in her life. She nodded to herself. Letting Ms. Glass finish speaking and then turning her attention to her work. The rest of the world seeming to dissolve as her mind and emotions took over.
She stopped, looking at the clock and then proof reading her work. Satisfied that she had done a good enough job, she would stand, moving to take her paper to Ms. Glass. A smile offered as she handed it over and then turning away to return to her seat. The pain filling her heart once more as the memories were brought to life from having written about them.
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Post by Mitsukai on Oct 26, 2009 17:46:22 GMT -8
What is the strongest emotion you have ever felt and why?
Mitsukai let out a small sigh as the teacher spoke those words. Throughout the girls life she had of course felt many powerful emotions. Most unfortunately not so good. She hesitated for a moment to start the assignment. A bit uncomfortable with the subject. She wasn’t the type to be so open so quickly but it was not like she could just avoid the question. She would have to do it at some point anyways so why not now? She sat there for a moment contemplating what to do. Out of all the emotions that were ever present in her life she had two that were always present throughout her daily life, they were interchangeable with one another so she could not pick just one to work with. She would just have to do both.
I have felt many things in my short life in this world but the strongest emotion I have felt every second of my life is not one but two.
Anger is my very life. It is the essence that holds my very existence, the one thing that makes me feel alive. Anger at the cruel world I am forced to live in. Anger at all the people in my life that have ever hurt me or abandoned me in my time of need, to those that have stepped on my and abused me for their own selfish pleasures and ambitions. Anger to the the cruel fate I have to suffer through from the time I was born into this world til the day I die and to the twisted god that stole the one thing I had ever cared about for his own sick amusement. And above all else the anger towards myself, my own weakness that prevents me from being able to protect and care for those I care for in this life.
Sadness is also a strong part of my life whether I like it or not. The pain I felt when I lost my parents years ago, and the agony of knowing I will never see their smiling faces ever again. That I will never again feel the warmth of my mother’s touch, to sit my father’s lap like I did when I was younger. Grief that never again will I hear the sound of their laughter for as long as I exist in this god forsaken place. That emptiness I feel for that lost is crippling, it will never die, never leave me in peace. In order to force that pain inside I turn towards anger for unlike sadness anger makes one feel alive. It gives you a reason to fight, to repel against one’s own cruel fate as bizarre as that sounds. Without anger I would be dead.
Mitsukai read over what she had wrote. It was a bit short but it did bring her point across, besides she doubted she could write any more then this without being later sent to the councellsor’s office to try to explain how she was not potentially suicidal. With another small sigh she would get up and silently hand in what she had written to the teacher before going back to her seat. Trying her best not to think any further about that accident that had ultimately lead her to 259 in the first place.
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Post by Drea on Oct 26, 2009 19:19:32 GMT -8
Drea simply doodled for a bit as she listened to the woman's instructions. It seemed pretty straightforward to her. Do the journal assignment, turn it in, and then partner up with someone for an ten-line alternating perspective poem. Easy. She was just about to ask her sister if she'd partner up with her when another asked her.
She pouted the slightest bit, feeling as though she'd been beaten to the punch. She'd have to see if her sister accepted or not. Then she'd ask... Or find someone else. It all depended, she supposed.
Soon enough, it was time to write up their responses on the prompt. The strongest emotion she'd ever felt....? And why?
Drea thought for several long moments, but she couldn't decide on one, or even two. She finally frowned, frustrated, and decided to write from a prompt of her own. She typed it into the top of her Word Document - a new one - and hit 'enter' twice before beginning to type.
Drea bit her lip as she looked it over. Was it... okay to turn something like that in? She supposed it didn't matter, but still. Finally, she sighed and decided that she didn't have the time to re-write it anyways. She took her laptop to the printer in the back of the room, briefly hooking it up to print.
Soon enough, she'd handed her papers in and returned to her seat, returning to the piece she'd been working on before.
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