Advanced English (Closed)

[Aureus]

Casually Aureus wandered into the room where his Advanced English class would be held while taking huge gulps of water from a plain, clear plastic bottle. He had just been in another fight, and thus was thirsty. It had been pretty run of the mill, and he'd gotten away with only a bruise or two. He was getting better and better, much faster than he expected, but that was probably thanks to the Brimstone, which had been appearing in his locker every morning. It was one fuck of a boost, far better than any energy drink.

Lowering the bottle, the Pillar noticed there was no one else in the room. Was he in the right place? Stumbling back outside he looked at the door and saw a post it. Ah, so this was the right room. How could he have gotten in a fight and still been the first one there? Glancing down at his watch, Aureus found that he was indeed much earlier than necessary. Ah well, no matter. He thought whilst reentering the room, plopping down in a seat in front, and pulling Kafka's "Metamorphosis" from his bookbag. Settling in, he continued from page ten...

[saito]

Ack ack ack ack~!!!!

-- At 552, I had decent stealth abilities. However, no one who saw me right now would've ever suspected it as I went zooming down the corridor, sprinting as if some vicious, rabid tiger was biting at my fanny.

I can't believe I went to the wrong blasted building! Even after being told about them! Sheesh!

-- Does it hurt the ears when rubber soles scrap against hard tile, making that loud screech in the process? If it did, I dearly apologize to whoever had to bear it. And apparently, someone did. I looked in to the room with lopsided spectacles, awkwardly position due to the sprint and the sudden stop in the hall. I was panting for air the entire time.

-- And after looking into the room, I felt like slapping myself even more.

"Only one person? I'm early? I rushed for no reason?" I muttered under my breath, which I was still trying to catch.

-- And so, with head hanging in shame/embarrassment, I shuffled into the classroom, feet not making any audible sound, and slumped into a desk, slouching forward, and pulling a book out of my bag to hide my face behind. The cover read:

Dante's Divine comedy

-- It was quite the interesting book, but hard to read. Still, I found enjoyment in it. Did you know people get paid just to reasarch on this one guy and his book? It's sweet.

Ew... Satan's chewing on Judas...

[Karel]

Karel walked through out the building - having gone to the wrong room and quite tired to the waste of time. Looking at his time table, he wasn't exactly sure what to think. For some time now he had been going to several English classes... he was, after all attending English Extension 1. What annoyed him , however... was that of the many periods of English lessons he had in a week, he still had to attend the lower tiers... that being English Advanced. As he climbed up the stairs, he remembered the door he had previously passed by... noting to himself the floor number and room. Apparently, there was a room change according to his schedule - one that meant he probably had to get there faster just to make it on time. Ah, but he was still on time... he wouldn't be late. This of course was a conclusion he came to after looking at a wall clock inside one of the rooms he was passing by through an open door. Some teachers were too retarded to lock up. And here, he finally was... at the end of the damn hallway...

Why does it have to be the last room?

Bag slung over his shoulder, momentarily glancing at the piece of paper posted up on the door - his eyes etching the image into his photographic memory. Absorbing the details through his half-closed tired eyes, he wandered on in - reaching the second row of desks, and closest to the window... he slumped down and took a seat - folder closed and resting on the desk's surface.

Hnnnhh....

[Aureus]

OOC: Current stats due to Brimstone: Str: 40 Dex: 41 Con: 30 Int: 20 Wis: 43 Char: 16 (Just for future reference)

IC: Aureus had been comfortably engaged in his literary journey when a loud screeching noise pierced his ears and concentration. Looking towards the door way, he was greeted by the sight of a rather disheveled boy panting like he had just run a mile. The Pillar simply threw a curious look at the silver haired student before shifting his gaze back to his book.

In the next moment he heard the sound of someone slumping into a desk next to him. It was the same boy that had just been in the doorway, but how? Aureus hadn't heard him take a single step into the room. Also worth mentioning was the book he had pulled from his bag. Dante's Divine Comedy...a classic. I'll have to reread it. It's been a bout a year since I finished it. the schizo thought with a smile on his face. Soon after, another member of the class wandered in.

Needless to say, it wasn't someone the Pillar was happy about seeing. Karel! he mentally shouted, anger pulsing through his being. What the fuck is he doing in this class? Isn't he a Senior? the boy wondered whilst tightening his grip on the side of the desk. You're going to have to stay under control. You're still not ready. Mmph. things could never be easy...

[Sky]

One by one the students had arrived until a good number started to fill the desks, still a few students were missing. These missing students did not know that the teacher was missing as well, which might cause them to rush believing themselves to be late. However, this was not the case for Sky. Casually the Englishman strode toward his next classroom, being late was not something that bothered him since he could do the work assigned. With his books jammed between his torso and arm, his hands placed neatly in his pockets, he made his way down the final stretch of the hall to the classroom’s door and turned to enter.

In struck him as odd how well the class seemed to have been cleaned the previous night. Perhaps their professor was a neat freak or even OCD. With a small shrug the Brit made his way down one of the rows of desks toward the back of the classroom, not paying any mind to anyone else in the class. He set his books on the desk and settled himself in for class. Until the teacher arrived his attention would remain in the realm of his own thoughts, nothing for the class effecting him outside of physical contact or a few choice words.

[jacob]

Lazily walking into the door, both of Jacob's eyes glanced around the room looking at all the other students. He recognized a few, some from 552 back when he was the school captain, and some he had previous encounters with before. Then, there was those he just had never seen in his life, and there for didn't even give the slightest care about them in the least bit. Jacob blinked a few times, trying to soak in the odd cleanliness of the room. A long yawn then escaped his lips, he had recently awoke from a nap in his previous class, and the drowsy effects were still hovering around him. After soaking in the scenery for a few seconds, Jacob began to drag his feet into the room, moving over to the first empty desk he saw.

He didn't care if he was sitting by someone or not, or who it was to be honest. This was one of those classes where Jacob didn't plan on being involved anyways, at least not participation wise. It would be stupid not to do his work, he needed to get good grades to get into college, he needed college to get a good job, and thus, he would actually have to work bit. Jacob was concerned with his future, perhaps it was the effects of being a senior, and he was participating in his last year of high school finally.

When he got over to his desk, he would drop his bag that was slung on his left shoulder, and it would collapse under his desk where he could easily reach down to grab. Wearing his white t-shirt and baggy blue jeans, with his brown hair tied up in a pony tail, he would luckily not stand out either, which would be a bit fortunate. Anyways, with him in the room, he was ready for class whenever the teacher would get there. Hopefully it would be soon, otherwise he might just fall asleep again.

[jacob]

"Just great, a midget teacher who speaks in third person, oh how I am going to enjoy this."

Jacob thought at the introductory dialog of the new teacher who had just recently introduced herself to all the studnets. Both of his dull green eyes stared at her with an interest purely based off of annoyance. It was quickly wiped away by him deciding she was just doing it for attention, and though he was forced to already give it to her, he wasn't going to give more than she deserved as a teacher. Near the end of her little rule explination, Jacob chuckled to himself, and muttered so quietly that he himself could only hear it because he spoke it through his head.

"Like that'll make a difference..."

She spoke on, Jacob judged more and more critically in his head, and then finally she told them to introduce themselves. Slowly towering up from his desk, standing at just a bit above 6 feet tall, he stared lazily at the rest of the class. It wasn't like she told them how to introduce themselves, so Jacob decided he would just start the trend by simply standing at his desk and giving the simple introduction.

Unfortunately, it didn't go that easy, and that laziness quickly died before he could even start talking... a sudden beast taking over him!

He flashed a charming smile, that arrogance already completely swelling up deep within him. Just the thought of being in front of a crowd sort of gave him a sudden thrill, and being the first one to go through ordeal made him slightly more special than the rest of his peers who were beaten out of getting the lucky spot known as 'first'. After a little soaking in of the moment of him standing up, he began to speak in a fully confident tone.

"The name's Ghiste Jacobs, but I prefer being called Jacob. I'm nineteen, a senior, on the school's track team, and transfered this year back from Public High School #552. Nice to meet y'all."

With that, Jacob would then take his seat quite content with how he introduced himself, pretty good for improvising it on the spot and the such. He would let the others go, mainly because he wanted to get a good feeling on who to and who not to avoid in this class. He already put the teacher on his 'To Avoid' list, mainly because he found her to be weird.

"I wish there was some more girls in this class..."

[saito]

What the... Third person?

-- Now that was something I had never seen before outside of all the comics I read and the cartoons I watched. That, and She seemed to be on the... Er... Short side? That's a nice way of putting it... >.> HOLYFUCKAMIDGET!!!... There, it's now officially out of my system. For now. But just when I thought things wouldn't get any odder...

Did she just call us ducklings?!

-- I couldn't help but raise an eye brow from behind my spectacles as my chin rested between my folded arms. How... Interesting. I had never been called one of my favorite foods before, that was for sure. Well, besides "chicken", but that's beside the point. Well, nothing much I can really do now except follow the procedure, so...

-- I stood up next.

"My name's Saito Kurokoutsu. I'm ALSO a PHS 552 transfer. Also a senior, and also 19... Thank you."

-- And with that, I, teh silver haired teleporter, would poof his butt back into his chair and sink into it, taking up my lazy, laid back posture again.

[Aureus]

While more and more people drained into the room, Aureus' attention was more focused on it's cleanliness than anything else. Why? Well mainly because he was trying to calm himself down and relax by averting his attention from the multiple annoyances in his immediate vicinity. In between stints of examining the waxy luster of the floor and the overall organization of the area, the Pillar noticed Jacob enter the room. The thing that surprised him was the fact that it was a rather quiet entrance. He lazily stumbled in, without really drawing any attention to himself. It was odd, but Aureus didn't have that much time to ponder the Senior's actions before the sound of someone expertly playing the violin seduced his ears.

Eyes shifting to the door, he saw a rather short woman enter and float over to the podium, flaunting her skill while finishing the song she was playing. Is THAT the teacher? I guess. Talk about one fiiiiiiiine lady. A little short, but that's not really a bad thing. You're kidding me right? Wait, why do I even ask? the schizo discussed with himself, eyes fixed on the teacher as she stared from student to student. It was probably obvious to her that he wasn't in the best of moods, but then he didn't really care if anyone knew.

The way she spoke caught him off guard, but it was interesting none the less. Hmm, for an English teacher, her grammar could use some fixing up, doncha think, Aureus? I suppose. She seems pretty nice though, I might enjoy this class. I bet she has a Napoleon Complex... The teacher's rules were the usual. Basically there was to be no fighting in class unless you wanted to fight the person in charge. Considering how things had developed so far, Aureus was confident this class would be a breeze, maybe even enjoyable if he was lucky.

Ducklings...? The boy wondered, shocked by such a juvenile term being used by a high school teacher. Oki was different from the other teachers, in the way that she didn't try to intimidate them from the get go like most of the faculty. Her pleasant aura put the Pillar at ease, and so he decided to cooperate in her class.

Quietly he listened to the two Seniors introduce themselves, not surprised in the least that Jacob was the first to share with the class. Following him was a silver haired boy Aureus had never seen around before. He was another 552 transfer, though seemed to be much more well behaved than the others. In addition, he had already made a good impression on Aureus by his choice of reading material.

After he had slumped back into his seat, The Pillar stood and cleared his throat. "Aureus Hayes, Sophomore and Varsity Captain," He announced in his usual, careless tone. With a nod he was back in his seat.

[Sky]

Following suit of the others, Sky slowly stood up from his seat and gazed over the class with crystal blue eyes containing little interest.

“My name is Skylar Krauser. Though most people call me Sky. A pleasure.”

With that, the senior sat back down feeling there was nothing more to say. Unlike the other transfers, he had not mentioned it simply because he felt it an important bit of information. There was no reason for him to divulge it to the other students in the classroom without certain provocation, such as being asked. Sitting back in his desk, the Brit twirled his pen idly awaiting the bulk of what today’s lesson would be since getting to know each other wasn’t much of a curriculum for an Advanced English class.

Of course, like the others Sky had noticed the teacher’s most predominant traits. Her obsession with cleanliness was blatantly apparent since this was by far the cleanest room Sky had ever seen in a public school, maybe even the private schools he had attended in England. As for the speaking in third person, that didn’t really bother him, though he hoped she didn’t need to refer to herself to often. Luckily every one seemed mature enough not to burst out in laughter at her speaking patterns, how long that would actually hold? … who knew.

[Sky]

Sky glanced over the sheet quite quickly as the teacher returned to the head of the classroom. He was to create a day care for the school? Something about that did not sit well with him, schools like 259 had the tendency and possibility to get very violent at anytime. Having a place on the campus for small children seemed dangerous and irresponsible, but perhaps he didn’t have to locate the day care on 259. It never crossed his mind how the assignments or groupings were picked, considering he knew none of the others. He only recognized it as a coincidence or luck that he was given his assignment and had a child.

So, the Brit sat silently at the back of the room, jotting down what he would have to do for his assignment and any other bit of necessary information. He did have another class after this, however it was a relatively easy one since Sky got tutoring from a classmate in it. So know he would wait for the end of class to speak with this Professor Nanda about whatever was on her mind. Odd that she wanted to speak with him… most likely something to do with his assignment. Maybe she had little kids of her own that she wanted to be able to see when she wasn’t teaching during the day. But that had to wait until class was over…