AP Psychology! ATTEND CLASS NAO. (OPEN, DEWD)

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OOC: First of all, I'd just like to let everyone know who signed up for this class... I'm not a good teacher XD;; I'll do my best :3

I'm using the notes I get from Psychology class. So... if anyone has taken Psych class before, just give me a warning. I need to be sure so I won't screw up just because I'm a self-conscious ass. XD;

The classroom was empty - Quiet... Unlike most classrooms on the hall it was in. Once could call it serene.

Once a person entered, a person can easily see the effort the teacher did with fixing the classroom. The chairs were aligned in a U shaped form; All eyes on the teacher, one can say.

In the middle was a rather expensive looking little round rug, and on it was a pretty interesting 'display table' of a spiked, blue haired plush doll. It was laying down on it's back with a clubbed arm hanging on the side of the display.

If anyone tried to move it, it would not budge.

Besides that. There was a woman seating on the teacher's table. Wearing... A COSPLAY OUTFIT?

of Manga Sailor Chibi-Moon no less... well a grown-up, 21 year old version. Sailor clothing, frilled short skirts and boots no less.

Her pink hair went along with the look too.

It wouldn't be too obvious that she was a teacher... much. Could be just the lost cosplayer...

The woman was busy reading a book: Introduction to General Psychology - hidden under the cover of a manga...

Just great. Otaku on the loose!

On her ears were a set of headphones, ringing loudly with songs from familiar anime such as NANA and obviously, Sailor Moon.

Anyone could wonder, where was the teacher? Who was she?

... and What's with this room!?

["Unfettered"]

Time To Get To Work---WHAT THE HELL!?

No. As of late, "Unfettered" had been doing a lot of home studying because of the restaurant, but he still had to go to PHS #259. He was an S.H.C.P., after all... and rumor was going around that things were not going as wonderfully as he had hoped. Truth be told, Aureus had not been showing up to work. Had been impossible to get a hold of. And at this point, might as well have been fired, but he shook his head. Optimism, optimism. Still hope. Kekekeke. And besides, he'd love a reason to have a rematch with his 'comrade'. But he digressed. It was the law's reason that he came, and there WERE the enforcers running around, so... 'technically', the rate of student violence had gone down (though "Unfettered" had witnessed enough to know who was making the violence nowadays, anyways...).

Three minutes to the passing bell, and "Unfettered" slid open the door, his feet going lightly against the ground. Heel-toe, heel-toe. As if afraid to make a noise, but from the way he looked, waist up, he was just walking normally. A habit of his, from Freshmen year. In truth though? He was nervous. Really hadn't been dealing with students for a while, much less a teacher, because of his 'home schooling'. But, AP Psych looked like fun. Sounded fun. And surely the School Captain could handle a few things on her own, ja? Hoohoohoo...---

For a while, he just took in the scene. Quite a nicely set up room... felt almost as though a cool breeze were moving about it. Perhaps it was due to the flow of the tables. Care set into work. Obviously, with his one eye, he headed towards the center-right desk, closest to the center... Er. Uh. The rug's a nice touch. Along with the table. But the spiky, blue-haired doll that was face down on it. His head whirled around.. as if to suddenly realize how strangely odd this place really was.

---...

...

Oh dear Lord.

Gawking for a moment, perhaps awkwardly, at the woman sitting in her desk, sincerely hoping that wasn't the teacher, and yet at the same time, sincerely hoping that she was going to teach this class anyways (its a guy thing...), he shook his head, and ran his right hand over his face to make sure all his emotions were in check. Flashing a slight grin, he nodded, as he pulled out his chair, and towards the inner center-right, opposite of the projector.

"Er.. uh... hallo?"

Sailor clothing.

Frilled short skirts.

Boots.

He hadn't accidentally stepped into Sex-Ed, had he? Musing a little bit uncomfortably to himself, he nodded again.

"Zis is, uh... AP Psychology, ja?"

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A minute would pass. No answer, but a sharp voice rang across the room. Weird thing is, the woman didn't seem to move her lips at all. Not even a bit.

"Hai hai, desu yo!" the voice rang. It could've come from the woman too, but it didn't sound like a woman's voice at all. Maybe a 8 year old male would be more accurate.

If his hearing was very meticulous, he'd find it coming from the little plush doll at the center of the classroom.

Eerie it was.

Layla smiled, keeping quiet to herself as she waited for the other students to come in.

After all, she did have around 3-4 hours with them. ALL 3-4 HOURS OF INSANITY.

All of them had a grace period of 20 minutes. If they were late, she'd have to... do certain, disciplinary actions.

[Razzo]

Lost! Confused! Somewhat board! Yes, that was it, his heels clicking the on the floor as absant mindedly wandering through the halls finally came to an end. Reaching into his pocket with a small sigh, strange... all the years here, a small vacation and he couldn't even find his locker, very strange... but that mattered not.

"Now... where am I supposed to be?"

Questioning his own path while sliding his white gloved thumb down the little nearly cardboard like schedual they had so kindly handed to him only a few hours ago.

"Matê..." (Can't remember if thats the right marker!)

Looking up and then around, the room numbers, they... they didn't seem to be right. Indeed, form his best notation, he was... on the wrong side of the building? Very strange, slightly amused with himself and pulling the brim of his hat down and off he went!

-about a minute later-

Peering from side to side, purple eyes caught the room, yes, definatly the class... then again the door did say psychology, so... that had to be it, and with his common smile the well dressed jackal slowly walked through the door, a bag hanging from a strap on his shoulder.

"Forgive me, but is this psychology?"

Questioning, the utmost polite an accent while removing his hat, pressing it to his chest lightly, while taking a seat since the room was psych.

[Delilah A. Black]

"Yep~" a voice would reply to the boy's. She slipped in the door from the side, lost her balance, and caught her self with her other foot. The move itself would look like a dance, a good coverup for a moment of ungracefulness. Delilah smiled, whirled and made her way to a desk, plopping herself down rather uncerimoniously.

(OOC: D: Gomen, short post)

[Jason Harris]

"Psychology huh?... where's that room again?"

It had been a while since Dylan had attend a class at 259. Heck, it's been a while since he even went to school and because of that he was a little lost. He remembered the general area that his class was in so he decided to wander around the area until he found the room. Luckily for him he was able to find it before the bell rang for class.

Entering the room Dylan saw that there were other students that had made it to class before him, which wasn't very surprising. Looking at them he saw one that looked kind of familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he knew him from. The other two he had never seen before, as well as the possible fourth student sitting at the teacher's desk. Then again she did look a bit older than everyone else, but she was in a strange outfit that Dylan didn't think an adult would be caught dead in so who knows.

"Oh well I'll find out if she's the teacher soon enough."

Not saying anything Dylan took his seat as he waited for class to start.

[narakunohana]

[Ooc: Grace period is still up so... yeah. I'll give you guys another day. Class formally starts tomorrow so if you guys don't make any posts tomorrow, you'll be treated as late.

In short, I'm starting class tomorrow. I'll go make some... get to know you time. >.>;]

Just as the most recent student took their seat the room would continue to be silent. 'It's time, Shinichi.'

The woman sitting on the Teacher's table closed the book finally, as well as her eyes.... almost looking as if she was asleep. The MP3's ear phones weren't on her ears now too... the cosplayer seemed to have taken it off while people were busy looking around.

Things wouldn't be even more peculiar...

...Until the plush doll on the center of the room started to move. It sat up to sit on it's bottom and turned it's head left and right as if it was looking at the new arrivals. "You are all Reira-sama's students desu ka?" It said, standing up now.

"I am Shinichi desu yo!" it said, as if wanting to initiate a conversation with all of them. Layla just smiled mentally, continuing her play with the little plush doll. A little of voice-acting and ventriloquism goes a long way. Shinichi sounded like an 8 year old boy; the same voice who answered Unfettered's question earlier.

It was her way of understanding people. How would they react... why do they react that way?

So many questions. Primarily unrelated, but still was interesting to know.

[Sky]

Slowly Sky made his way to his next class, AP psyche… grand. Usually he did not mind classes or the walk through the halls of kids who would rather be somewhere else. To be frank, he enjoyed learning… or did. Recently Sky had been a ghost in an almost literal sense anytime at school was sent doing his work or at the back of a class, his lunch was a study hall. As soon as his last class finished, the Brit hopped in his car and went to check in for his internship at the hospital where he worked until nearly eight at night. Time off? Nope, a quick bite and he was over to his night job at a local bar as an entertainer/host/bartender. The nights didn’t end until at least one if not two or three in the morning. When he finally got home, he relieved the babysitter checked on his daughter and went to sleep… until about seven in the morning. That hour and a half in the morning before he dropped her off at school and head to his own was the only time the Englishman got to spend with her. The whole thing was draining him.

Dressed in a nice white suit the senior made his way into the classroom to catch part of the little act on display. With a flick of a lock of hair that dangled near his eyes, Sky simply strode over to an empty desk and placed his books on it and took his seat without a word or a glance to anyone. There was no need for it. Once seated he turned his attention to the front of the semicircle and waited patiently for the actual class to start.

[Keith]

Needing to make extra money, Keith took up a few jobs at the highschool such as working as a stagehand and a teacher's assistant. He would be a teacher's assistant for a few teachers. Today, Keith would be the teacher's assistant for this AP Psychology test. Calmly and casually, Keith would enter the classroom with his black shades over his eyes.

He wasn't a student. Keith was just there to assist the teacher and keep order in the classroom. That was what he would be paid for and so forth.

This would be the only business Keith would have at the campus asides from business with the new man in charge. Anyway, Keith didn't know what to expect from this class. He didn't even know what the teacher of the class was like as well.

All Keith came to do was assist the teacher and get paid for it.

Entering the class, Keith observed and found it to be a very nice and peaceful looking class. But keep in mind that looks are usually deceiving. He wouldn't know what to expect.

Keith would enter and walk towards the teacher's desk. Hopefully the teacher would get the idea that Keith was the assistant.

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Layla opened her eyes to meet with the young man walking towards her and then looked at the class... she never really gave any reaction away, besides the smile that took place on her lips.

The blue haired plush doll would turn it's head to look at the assistant. It would seemingly rub it's head and point at Keith with a stubbed arm. "You're the student assistant desu ka?" It said, "About time! Desu! We can start class I suppose, Reira-sama!"

Shinichi then turned towards the students and bowed. "Welcome to your AP Psychology Class, desu yo! Again, I am Shinichi!" it said, "... but I'm not your teacher, desu."

"I am." Layla stood and then walked towards the center of the U-shaped alignment of the chairs. She would smile at all the students, especially towards Delilah. They lived at the same building along with Rem and Emily, so she was a familiar face. Nevertheless, she had only been here in L.A. for less than a month. "My name is Layla Clavering. I will be your teacher for your AP Psychology class."

Shinichi then floated up to her master's arms, clinging to her now as she clung back in a light embrace. "Is everyone comfortable with their seats? Since we're not at all a big class, can I request everyone to fill all the seats up front as I do a roll call. I will not require any seating arrangement, but please raise your hands as I call you so I can know what you look like, ne?"

"Would you need your class record, desu ka?"

"Thank you, Shin-chan." The woman would release the plush doll from her hands and it would float up to the table, shuffling through papers (though it actually wasn't gripping at the papers) and taking out a pen and the class record and floating back to sit on it's master's shoulders.

"There we go." Layla clicked the pen and took attention to the names."Razzo Takai."

She paused for a moment, "Unfettered" Winters... Interesting name." she complimented, smiling at him for a moment before she went to call the others.

"Delilah Adele Black. Dylan. Skylar Krauser."

[Razzo]

"Present."

Speaking up, his hand raised and placing a note book on his desk before leaning back in his chair.

"Though I prefer Jackal."

Yes, a nickname! Just one of those things that he got, but it really didn't matter if she called him by his real name, just a click of the pen, a small twirl between his fingers before setting on the face of his desk. The doll though, very perplexing as to how it was moving, almost made him want to open it up and find out what makes it tick... but that perhaps wouldn't be the brightest of plans... no, somehow he could easily suspect it would end it a lot of shouting.

((Not much else to do so short post...))

[Delilah A. Black]

"Here." The raven haired mechanic replied, raising one languid hand half heartedly before returning it to its position holdig up Delilah's head. She tapped a pencil restlessly on her now open notebook, gazing at the tattoo on her wrist. She smiled faintly. Lets just hope this is fun.

[Zack]

Zack checked his course list and double checked the building he was in. He made sure he was on the correct floor next, that done he proceeded to his class. Music was quietly playing through his earclip headphones as he strode through the door frame. The organ voices moving through the fugue progressions as he took a seat at the back of the room. His heart fully apologetic for his lateness but his body also fully unable to express it. Nonchalantly, he landed in his seat and took out his binder and notebook as well as a simple orange HB 2 Pencil.

[narakunohana]

(OOC: Ok, Not everyone said anything for the rollcall, so for the sake of letting things get done and over with, I'll have Layla hallucinate and hear your voices uh... just skip. XD

Unfortunately I do not have any ... uh... decent handouts to give you people, a lot of mine had DOODLES on them... which are totally embarrasing XD;; so... No lookie. I'll do my best to give a lecture and give you guys some things to reflect on and answer.)

Layla checked the last student and with a nod, she let the pen and her record float back into it's drawer. She would take Shinichi from her shoulder and place him back onto the little table on the center of the students.

"So now that we're all aquain-"

Layla stopped halfway as a young man stepped into the class. She looked at him, blinking. She paused and waited for him to be seated. "Excuse me, are you in this class?"

Once the man had answered, Layla would sigh. "Disappointing, Disappointing." She said walking around. "Might as well sit up in front. Because I will not be repeating anything I have said before, unless you're lucky. The Psychology we'll be studying fortunately involves a lot of talking on my part... so pay attention."

Layla sighed and stood in front of the table where Shinichi was displayed. "Welcome to AP Psychology. For the sake of the person who Is late today, My name is Layla Clavering, and that cute little plushie is my assistant, Shinichi."

"Nice to meet all of you, desu!"

"Now, Psychology is simple. It is defined simply as the science which involves the study of Human Behavior and mental processes. I hope you are taking notes!" She paused, "What are these mental processes? We can easily remember these three things with three letters."

A piece of chalk would float around and write three things on the blackboard by itself.

It said:
A- Affect
B- Behavior
C- Cognition


"So, before I continue - Mr. Chan... tell me what you personally think this "Affect" is." She turned to winters and went, "Mr. Winters for Behavior, and Ms. Delilah for Cognition."

"Tell Reira-sama what you think, desu!"

[Zack]

A quiet clatter announced that his headphones were now sitting on his desk. The pale skinned boy sat there pensive for a moment, his eye twitching for roughly three seconds. Floating chalk, interesting. His eyes were not on the teacher (who was dressed in a strange fashion he finally realized) but straight ahead at the chalkboard. His mouth opened leaving a tiny aperture between his lips and a shallow drone escaped.

"Affect refers to the causes of an event. Notably stimuli and other events."

The opening closed and he finished his answer, still staring straight ahead his hand in his pocket as he silently activated his voice recorder.