Allen
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Post by Allen on Nov 8, 2009 7:20:48 GMT -8
It was another beautiful day in at Long Beach, California. And a man with pale white hair was stepping out of a 2006 Dodge Charger. He fixes his glasses as he turns around and closes the door and leans down and says to the man on the inside the car with a cheery voice.
"Thanks pops. I'll see ya'll during winter break. "
The man in the car nods as he revs the vehicles engine and peels off leaving a small puff of white smoke. The boy with white hair turns around as he shakes his head a bit. And he proceeds down the sidewalks towards the main building. He stood about 5' 8' and looked rather built from a quick glance. He was wearing a green tight short sleeve T-shirt the the words 'Music is my Weapon.' He had slightly baggy denim jeans with tan color desert boots. His long white locks was pulled back into a pony tail which sat high on the back of his head. As he started walking towards the main building he raises his right hand and fixes his glasses.
And Vincent remembers why he is walking down this side walk. About a couple of months he pulled what he called the best prank ever upon his old school's nemesis. He took the principal's car and took one half of it and built it in his office and the other half and built it outside of the window. Giving the appearance that he crashed into his own office. He then filled one half of with shaving cream. He then filled the other half with foam and to top it off the ad a picture of the the football couch's picture and made it look like he was kissing another of the vice principal. He laughed a bit as he remembered all of this. And cause of that this prankster got his butt kicked out of there and sent to Public High School #259 where he was giving a last chance. This man was Vincent T. Morte your average highschool prankster.
Once he entered the school he went to the admin office and got his school schedule. And proceeded towards his homeroom. As he was about to leave a student working in there pats his back and says to him in a kind and sorry voice. "Class B....nice knowing you buddy." And he walks way leaving a confused student. He fixes his glasses and makes his way towards his new homeroom.
As he walks towards Class 2-B he remembers his dad telling him stories about a company in the 1/7 Cav. A group called 'Bad Company' a bunch of misfits and jokers who would give the enemy a good fight. Yet would give the same guys on there side a good head ache. He laughs how he kinda figures this place is like the many crazy units his dad told him about. So he makes his way to his new class room and enters.
He fixes his glasses and slowly makes his way towards a empty seat and sits there with a ipod playing music. And he waits for his new home room to start and meet the members of Bad Company.
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Post by seishounohana on Nov 8, 2009 8:01:43 GMT -8
Earlier that morning...
It was a cold start for the morning ahead in Long Beach. Well, California was a dessert, but it wasn't impossible to have cold mornings every now and then, right? If the tropics could have at it, then why not Long Beach too?
While everyone else was busy getting ready for the day, a rather sleepy young female was generally busy on the phone, having been awake around thirty minutes prior. Apparently, the nurse shortage at her hospital had been worse due to the recent layoffs.
Darn budget cuts.
"Surgery at six? In the morning? No. I can't come for work; I have an exam at nine..."
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"Sorry Layla. I could go to your class and say you'll not be meeting them for the day...? I'll text Franz too and see if she can cover for me."
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"Yeah. Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow, then."
*Beep*
The white-haired girl sighed, putting down her phone onto her dresser and looking at the mirror. Hmmm...
Yeah, there was always something that felt missing ever since--
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There were times in this vain, young teenage girl's life that she regretted having cut her hair. That was what wigs were for, right? Not in the mood to fight at all (or actually have no reason to fight at all because of the fact that she didn't have a title to defend in the first place), Emily didn't wear most of her gear and instead wore her old yellow, spaghetti-strap dress with her black toe-shoes. Of course, she would never go to school without her opera gloves on. She had... flaws... to hide.
Her hair was let loose, flowing as she carried a few books carefully. Pretty heavy ones at that - and not usually things that High School students read on a regular basis: Pathophysiology and the NANDA.
Yeah, she was going to try and catch up on more of her Nursing Diagnosing skills, but-- first, she had to go to Layla's class and tell them they're home free for the next hour. Lucky bastards; and here, Emily was going to have to stay for another three hours in the library studying for an exam that her indecisive professor may or may not give.
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The hell is she still doing in high school?
Shaking her head, she would pull the door open and stepped inside. This was Class B, right? Some students were familiar with this woman; as she was probably one of the more powerful students in the school, formerly quite influential if she didn't lay-low for a while. She smiled sweetly at the class, standing in front.
"Your Teacher, Layla Clavering, cannot meet you today. She has an important Neurosurgery that she was personally requested for." She said, "Your hour is free, so keep out of trouble in the meantime."
She would bow a bit to them, and start moving to get out of class...
That is, unless someone stopped her, or something of that sort.
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Allen
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Post by Allen on Nov 8, 2009 8:26:55 GMT -8
Vincent sat there looking as students one by one came in. He noticed a few people carried them self higher then others. Which kinda made Vincent want to show them why he was feared in his old school. It was not that Vincent was a good fighter no he was a thinker type of guy who did things out of the norm. But he thought he would play it safe today taking advice his dad once gave him 'Better to lay waiting to strike, Then to die head on.' So he fixes his glasses and sits back and listens to Pachelbel Canon in D major. As he listens to the song he takes a pencil out of his pocket and he starts to spin it around his finger. He then starts to tap the rhythm softly upon his desk. He then looks over at the door as someone says something so he pulls out one of his ear phones out and listens in.
And he smiles to him self as he listens about how there is going to be a free period but at last the good suffer while the wicked plays. So he gets up and approaches the miss with really heavy books. And he says as he fixes his glasses and says "Excess me ma'am...Um I'm new here and I was suppose to report to my home room teacher. So what do I need to do now ma'am?" He stands there looking at her with confused and lost look on his face. At the same time he is kinda shy but he wasn't going to show it. He looks at her books and blinks in pure amazement wondering how students at a last chance school are able to read stuff on medicine and understand it. But then again Vincent was able to arm explosives and do counter intelligence so he shouldn't really be judging.
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Post by seishounohana on Nov 14, 2009 21:47:22 GMT -8
"Excess me ma'am...Um I'm new here and I was suppose to report to my home room teacher. So what do I need to do now ma'am?"
Emily looked at the fellow, blinking a bit. Yeah, this guy was new - and he would need to to be acknowledged by the homeroom teacher - who was Layla Clavering.
Unfortunately, the doctor was busy dealing with a major surgery at the hospital. Emily just gave the young man a smile, her hands keeping her books close just so they won't fall off her arms. "If you come with me I can lead you to her desk in the Faculty room. You can write a note and leave it there."
She smiled again.
Sorry for the short post
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Allen
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Post by Allen on Nov 26, 2009 0:28:46 GMT -8
Allen nodded and he follows the girl with alot of books. He fixes his glasses as he starts his training and he slowly studies her features and makes a note to start doing his profile of this school and its students and staff. He smiles slighty as he says
"My name is Allen...um are you a teacher here?"
Allen walks by her side as he looks at the books and he wonders if she is a staff member because of the announcement. But then again what would she be teaching. To his knowledge there was no medical studies or classes upon becoming a nurse. So she could be nurse of the school who just happened to pass the his new class with information of his teacher being buzy.
"Or are you the school nurse?"
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Post by seishounohana on Nov 29, 2009 17:24:11 GMT -8
"My name is Allen...um are you a teacher here Or are you the school nurse?"
Emily blinked, her eyebrows slightly arched upwards as she processed the question. No, she wasn't a teacher, or the school nurse as much as it probably seemed. Though those were quite interesting professions, Emily would probably be more likely to be a School Nurse than a teacher by all means.
"I'm afraid that I'm neither of those." She said, "I'm just a senior here. Name's Emily. You can call me Emily if you want."
Emily chuckled nervously. It would be the first time she had ever been mistaken to be a teacher; did she really look that geeky? ... or perhaps was she trying too hard to be a little too advanced for her age?
"May I ask though," She said slightly humoring, looking at Allen with a spark of interest in her eye. Emily was intrigued as to how the young man formulated that idea. "Why did you think I was a teacher... or the school nurse? Do I just pass off as someone that old or something?"
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Post by Allen on Dec 18, 2009 6:41:37 GMT -8
"I'm sorry I just thought...You dont look old quite the opposite of that. I just figured that only another teacher would give that message cause class and all. And the nurse idea was cause of the fact that you said the teacher was out doing surgery. Im sorry for jumping to assumption. "
Allen looks at for a second and he starts walking with her towards the faculty lounge. He raises his hand up and fixes his glasses and thinks about this school. The place wasn't bad but it was rather interesting but he had a mission to do. And that was gather intel and prepare for his boss to come and destroy this place.
"Um is the rumors true about this place? The school is suppose to be a rather dangerious school with students who have killed people in the past?"
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Post by seishounohana on Dec 26, 2009 4:42:24 GMT -8
"I'm sorry I just thought...You dont look old quite the opposite of that. I just figured that only another teacher would give that message cause class and all. And the nurse idea was cause of the fact that you said the teacher was out doing surgery. Im sorry for jumping to assumption. " Emily nodded and chuckled a bit.
"It's fine." She assured him, waving it off. After all, she had been called the School Nurse multiple times already; at least more than she could remember on a whim, and it was quite ironic because she hadn't even stepped into College yet but---
"Miss Clavering and I work at the same hospital, so we're quite aquainted with each other. She asked me this morning to inform her homeroom class about her absence today, so I guess I'm obliged to."
This conversation was all fine and dandy, but this school's reputation was a little more disturbing than the students would admit. At least, by Allen's next question: "Um is the rumors true about this place? The school is suppose to be a rather dangerious school with students who have killed people in the past?"
Emily chuckled.
"Why would you think that?" She asked in a rather light tone. This wasn't exactly an easy subject considering that she also was---
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Yeah.
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