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Post by Elijah Burnham on Apr 21, 2008 20:23:16 GMT -5
The day had started off fairly well. At least, that was Eli’s first impression of it all. He’d gone to school, been left alone, grabbed some food at the cafeteria, and then headed for first period, which was English. Now this class he found completely and utterly pointless. He spoke very well English, Hell; he came from England after all. The only problem was he didn’t do so well here. What with the different words and different spelling. It was all a load of bullock if you asked him. Anyway, apart from that things were going smoothly. Now although English for him was different for those in this country, he did fairly well. Hence his placement in a higher class. It seemed well enough, quiet, full of intelligent people. Or so they appeared. That was until the first few loads of what appeared to be mentally ill students began showing up. That was when Eli’s day began to make its steep fall going ever so quickly.
His nice quiet classroom with whispering conversations had evolved into a full out shout fest as it seemed. Nothing was in order any more and the students just kept yammering away, being as obnoxious as humanly possible. And to imagine he’d have to spend the rest of the semester there, trying not to snap and completely lose it. That would be a difficult task, but if he tried hard enough…it just might be possible.
"So please you, may we begin?"
A voice with common sense. About bloody time. Eli was just about ready to snap the pencil he had been tapping on his desk in two. It seemed like the class seemed to hush a bit at that statement, heads turning to face the new eerie sounding voice. Of course, Eli remained in his seat, simply staring at the chalkboard before him, bored. His whole had been ruined, no use trying to make it any better now. And to think he had been in a resoundingly good mood only minutes beforehand which, as astoundingly as it sounded was a good thing. It was always the idiots that ruined his day.
"Alright, I want you all to get into groups of two to four so you can practice the scenes you will show the class. After your group has decided what scene you are doing from Romeo and Juliet."
The teacher didn’t sound confident enough. This class would run her over soon enough. She was already being defeated by them. It was only a matter of time. Might as well get some learning in while he still had the chance. But was this? Practice a scene? In a group? Eli groaned inwardly, laying his head in his crossed arms over his desk. Great. The day really couldn’t get any worse. Ah, such famous last words. Next thing you know the school would be hit by a tornado. But then again, maybe some good would come from that. Like the riddance of some…annoyances. Back to the problem at hand though, he needed to find a group of some sort.
His eyes scanned the class, immediately crossing of people from his list. He’d already spotted those that he would never go near. One was running across the classroom like an idiot, followed by another one, this time with fake blonde hair. What was it with people and getting their hair dyed such a sickly fake colour? Ah, and there was a girl with same hideous hair colour. Was there no one normal in this class? At his rate, he would be put in a group with other students that hadn’t gotten up from their seats and socialized to form groups. Luckily he wouldn’t be paired with anyone to annoying, arrogant, or loud.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Apr 23, 2008 13:38:19 GMT -5
Taro waited for a response from the blonde boy. But he was too distracted. What a fool. He shouldn’t have even bothered talking to him. He sighed heavily, unwrapping another sucker he plopped it into his mouth.
"So please you, may we begin?"
The words seemed to echo throughout the classroom, leaving it silent for a brief moment. The teacher looked very thankful as she began explaining the task before them. They were to get into groups of two to four and perform a part from Romeo and Juliet. That was simple enough. He already had it completely memorized. But the acting he wasn't so sure about.
The two boys that were seated in front of him were gone to the front of the class now. They gathered around a desk, a boy by the name of Alex seated in it. They seemed happy to be in a group together. But now there was a girl, with the same colour of hair as Cuyler. She was seated at the front as well. Her hands sored enthusiastically into the air as she shouted out , "I WIN!", a hand held game in her hand.
She then looked about and it seemed she knew the two energetic boys and she raced over giving them both hugs. But Cuyler apparently didn't like this, as he had struggled from her grip and hid behind Alex, shouting out words against the girl.
Taro sighed. What an annoying class. Weren't these people in grade eleven? Or had their bodies been taken by little kindergarteners and they were now trapped in a public school with other children swarming around them, admiring their high intellect.
The teacher stood at the front of the class. She looked utterly stressed. She clearly had not been expecting such a rambunctious class. She turned to the chalkboard behind her and began writing. It read: GROUPS!!!
Group 1 {Act:III Scene:I } Alex Hades Cuyler Zeeby Camillo DaVilaGroup 2{Act:V Scene:III} Tyr X Aly Tail Mitsu HarukuGroup 3{ Act:IV Scene:II} Elijah Burnham Taro Mizeal LaDon NicheTaro rolled his eyes. This was going to go over well. How had she managed to put those three in the same group, and leave him and some other guy with this LaDon character. LaDon was surely the blonde, while this Aly girl, he looked behind him to see a red head, was surely her.
The teacher shook her head, "No, no," she muttered, "That should be a group of two." And with that she erased Mitsu Haruku's name from Group 2 and added it to group three.
He looked over at Tyr and smiled lightly, "Would you like a lolli?" he asked, holding on out to him.
"Also," the teacher began, turning around to face her class, "You may present this in front of the class...or...you can record it on a camera and present it in a movie form. This assignment will be due in three weeks. Make sure to have it all memorized." She turned and sat down in her desk and began writing on a piece of paper.
She stood back up making her way towards the group of obnoxious students and handed them each a slip of paper. "Camillo, LaDon and Cuyler detention today at lunch. You better be here, and you had better be on your best behavior, 'else I make it an office detention." She warned them all, "I will not tolerate rambunctious students in my class. There is no need for this behavior at all."
With that she turned back to her desk and sat down, looking around at the rest of the silent class.
(((If there's anybody else who's in this english class, post an introduction thing now so the groups can be organized.))) [/right]
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Post by Mitsu Haruku on Apr 25, 2008 18:33:04 GMT -5
If seventy five percent of the class was not paying attention, Mitsu Haruku would make up some of that seventy five percent. It wasn't like he was uninterested in the class. In fact, he loved English. But, the class was so disruptive there was almost no point in listening. He knew they were talking about Shakespeare's famous Romeo and Juliet and that they had a group assignment. Terrific. That was all he needed to know.
Now to settle down into a good manga. He was an addict. There was no other way to put. He always had a manga book in his hands. Whether he was reading it or not is up to the viewer to decide. Sometimes he could be just sitting there looking at it, but actually eavesdropping on the conversations of the people around him. He found this to be quite entertaining from time to time. Some had the most interesting conversations. Others....well, all he could say was that their light bulb might not be screwed in all the way.
However, no need to worry about others issues. He had his own going for him. Being the youngest child of seven children all together was pretty darn tough. Especially since he was the slacker and the rest were overachievers. He learned to get over this, even if his parents treated him badly for horrid marks. He was doing the best he could. The best he could do..while...preoccupying all his time reading books.
"Would you like a lolli?"
His eyes shot up, staring at the one who spoke such kind words. The sweet sound ringing through his head. Lolli, lolli, lolli. Lollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lollipop lollipop oh lolli lolli lolli lolliPOP! It was a wonderful word, and song.
He gracefully lift himself out of his desk and wandered over to Taro. Taro the great! Taro the magnificent. Taro Taro Taro.
He was seated backwards on the chair in front of Taro, staring innocently into his eyes, his thumb resting on his lower lip. "You have lollies?" he inquired, tilting his head ever so lightly, "To share, yes?" He didn't sound at all eager, but his mind was screaming for the sugary goodness as his eyes flicked from Taro to the sucker he held out to Tyr beside him.
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Post by Elijah Burnham on Apr 25, 2008 21:06:19 GMT -5
Had it not been for the horrid screeching noise the chalk made upon making contact with the blackboard, then Eli would have never lifted his head from the desk. He was about ready to drift off into the lands of slumber. Somewhere far greater than this class obviously was. It was clear he wouldn’t get usual dose of loveable English class, with its fruitful writing, but instead a good handful of migraines a day. This lady obviously had it in for him, disrupting his peacefulness, at least what peacefulness one could get in this class. It wasn’t like he could even see what she was writing since her entire body just stood three. In the way. Did she think she was bloody see through? Or maybe thin enough that one could look around her? Hah, fat chance at that. These comments Eli managed to keep to himself, though he was sure his inner thoughts would be let out soon enough at the rate things were going.
And the whale moved! Brilliant! Now what was it she was writing up there…ah, groups. Splendid. At least now he didn’t need to get up and initiate a group. Hmm, Taro and LaDon. Wait….LaDon…his eyes immediately shot towards the little loud group and were immediately filled with despair. NO. No it couldn’t be. She couldn’t possibly be LaDon. His eyes scanned the room once more. There was another girl. With red hair. Sitting alone. Quietly. Yes. That must be LaDon. Oh but it couldn’t be! His hopes had been stabbed right then and there. That couldn’t be LaDon, no. That was Aly. Of course it was. Great. When had she gotten there? Or had she always been there? Either way, it appeared like he was stuck with the bleached Medusa.
“Bloody ‘ell, this is daft,” he muttered under his breath angrily. This couldn’t be happening. Of all the people in the classroom, why one of the most annoying? And who was this Taro person? It couldn’t be anyone from that loud group. So it left some guy with a sucker, a guy reading a book, and then the guy that had spoken up to get the class going. Ugh, this was rubbish. Oh and now the teach’ was getting up to attack the board once more. He cringed at the sound, even though he had been expecting it. And looky there, a name had been moved. To his group! Brilliant! The day just got better and better. Mitsu. Perfect. Well then, suppose he should join the group. Whether he wanted to or not.
And did that girl ever shut up? She was still going on about something and her voice was annoyingly loud. Ah, and there came the migraine. He began massaging his temples, staring intently at the desk trying to drown out the voices. Sorry, the voice. However, this wasn’t going very well.
“Would ya shut yer mingy arse already!” He finally said, standing up and slamming his hands on the desk. “Jus’ SHUT UP! Ah’m getting a bloody migraine,” he said grumbling this last bit more quietly than his previous outburst of words.
“What’s the wankers in my group now?” He asked none too politely looking around the room, specifically at the three aforementioned boys, two of which had to be in his group. “Group...” he paused glancing at the chalkboards, “…three.”
As was expected, no one rushed to answer his question. Neither did anyone jump up and announce that they were his group mate. It must have been no more than twenty seconds before his patience ran out once more.
“Bollocks,” he muttered, “Come on, put your bloody skates on!” he said loudly waiting for his group members to hop to it. He really wasn’t in the mood. And he probably wasn’t helping much either. Poor blokes didn’t even do anything to deserve his yelling. No, it was that girl’s fault. She’s the one that got him wired up. And if she said anything else he’d probably flip. “Jesus, I’m knackered,” he said under his breath with a sigh.
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LaDon Uniche
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Scene Kid, Drama
GHOSTS RAWK
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Post by LaDon Uniche on Apr 26, 2008 14:52:24 GMT -5
The boy she was hugging shuddered, lifting her arms off of him. He jumped off the table and ran around behind some other guy. His hands rest on either of Alex's shoulders and slowly his head peeked up over his shoulder.
"Sh-she hugged me?!" his voice squeaked, "I hope I don't get a disease. Oh gawsh! Is this the end of my life? I-I think I see a light. The walls are caving in on me." he dropped to the ground dramatically and lye there for a moment.
LaDon tilted her head, confused. Disease? What was this? Who had a disease? Diseases were never good to get. They usually meant you died eventually. LaDon turned to Camillo, "Mozzy has a disease Cam! This is horrible! I hope he doesn't die! Oh goodness! We need to get-" she looked back over to see the light haired boy standing.
"I think I'll live guys!" he sighed. Turning he frowned at LaDon.
"YOU!" he said, pointing a finger at her, "Have the same hair colour as me!" he smiled, "Are you a piece of cheese as well. I sure do hope not. Cheese is icky. It makes your stomach upset..and then you have to go to the bathroom really bad." he held onto his stomach, wincing as if remembering a time when he had once eaten cheese.
LaDon laughed, "You're silly, my hair colour isn't actually this colour. It a darker blonde. I dyed it. But yours is natural, right?" she inquired, stepping closer to inspect it, "Amazing. I wish I had natural hair colour like that! HEY! Whats your name?" she asked, turning to Alex, completely forgetting about the hair colour conversation.
A small disturbance sounded from the back of the classroom, “Would ya shut yer mingy arse already!” He said, standing up and slamming his hands on the desk. “Jus’ SHUT UP! Ah’m getting a bloody migraine,” he said grumbling this last bit more quietly than his previous outburst of words.
"Oh dear me! Bloody migraines! Is everybody dieing in this class, Teacher, do you have some kind of large bandaid...the type that's a material and you wrap it around your head? I think this fella's gunna need some!" she stated, looking from the teacher to Eli.
“What’s the wankers in my group now?” LaDon peered over at the chalkboards, "Oh neat! Assigned groups! Eli, Taro and Mitsu. Hmmm...." she gazed about the classroom until her eyes rest on Elijah, "You must be Eli." she said, wandering over and taking a seat next to him, "Hi, I'm LaDon. Pleased to meet you!" she said, holding out her hand.
“Bollocks,” he muttered, “Come on, put your bloody skates on!” he said loudly. "What is a....a...Ball Lock?" she asked, taping her temple with a finger.
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Aly Tail
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Experiment 032
You're Feeling Me Sick <3
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Post by Aly Tail on Apr 26, 2008 15:34:28 GMT -5
A look of worry came over her face. This class was totally out of control. Was the teacher even a qualified teacher? Was she honestly going to just let the class explode like this?Her emerald eyes drifted to the chalkboard at the front of the class. She was writing up groups that they were to be in. Originally she was to be with Mitsu and Tyr, but for whatever reason Mitsu was erased and put into group three. She looked over to the crow boy. The one who had practically saved her from a horrid ending.
She studied his head for an awful long time. Locks of black hair covered his eyes. Those eyes that were never seen. Were they still red, as they had been the other day? She looked back down at her desk, in wonder as to why he always hid his face. Was he afraid? Or ashamed of something?
She lay her head in her crossed arms, atop her desk and looked over at Eli, who was sitting beside him. He was throwing a real fit. A temper he definitely had. He obviously wasn't used to such noise. But you would think he would be, being a protester and all.
"Eli..." she muttered, "You being more disruptive than LaDon. You're just adding to it all." she closed her eyes for a second before standing and walking over to her partner.
She took a seat on the chair in front of him, "It says we're partners." she stated, looking at the ground. She looked up at him briefly, then dug out her Romeo and Juliet book, opening it to the act they had to do.
She sighed, skimming through the book, "The death scene." she muttered. How much more awkward can it get with him...?
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Post by Tyr X on Apr 26, 2008 15:46:04 GMT -5
"Would you like a lolli?" An all too familiar voice asked him. His eyes shot to the right to stare at the delicious treat before his eyes. Gods, it was screaming for him- Or was it the crows that taunted him to think in such ways?
Tilting his head up, he looked into Taro's eyes under his mass of hair. The only indication that he enjoyed those sweet treats was the smirk that slithered across his face.
He opened his mouth to speak, mind racing with kind words to speak- perhaps Taro wasn't so bad after all. He did have candy. Anyways, he was interrupted by another male with Black hair, he was seated backwards on the chair in front of Taro, staring innocently into his eyes, his thumb resting on his lower lip. "You have lollies?" he inquired, tilting his head ever so lightly, "To share, yes?"
Suddenly, Tyr felt his heart drop. Was he taking advantage of their new friendship? He looked at the candy and bit his lower lip. Oh how he wanted to grab it, rip off the wrapper and lick it right before his eyes. And what if Taro didn't have another one? Even more perfect, it would show him to be so damned greedy!
But he couldn't find the courage to do such a thing. Besides, if he was correct, the male was in Taro's group for the project. They should probably get to know each other first. Tyr could step down, he was always second best.
His thoughts were interrupted by the englishman [That is his accent right?] who screamed towards the blonde haired girl and the three airheads at the front.
The smirk he carried vanished at the sight- nay the sounds that erupted before him. He hated them all- why was everybody so dumb? He was surrounded by Idiots.
Turning his body around, he raised his head at the male and spoke coldly toward him.
"In what logic did you think that in telling everybody to be quiet you could keep talking? Mr. Special has a head ache then do something about it. Screaming at everybody else when it's not their fault. It's your own tolerance that needs to be fixed."
That made sense no? Of course, he knew that as he spoke such words he deeply regretted them. Oh well, nothing much to live for now.
But his eyes were distracted by his beautiful angel. Hidden eyes widened suddenly as he turned around quickly in his chair and starred blankly at the board.
Group 2{Act:V Scene:III} Tyr X Aly Tail
His cheeks began to burn as he heard her walk closer, each step she took make his heart beat louder and faster. Had she heard his speech at the male? Oh, curse his temperament! He cheeks burned again and he raised hands to them attempting to hide the red hue that grew with each passing second.
He watched her take a seat in front of him. He could do nothing but watch her and hold back the feelings to inch closer.
"It says we're partners." she stated, looking at the ground. She looked up at him briefly- so briefly it was hard to catch her eyes. He smiled softly to himself and flipped open the book to their scene.
She sighed, "The death scene."
His pounding heart now skipped a beat and fell into a deep silence. Didn't Juliette kiss his lips to see if there was left over poison or was that just in the performances? He couldn't remember- he'd read it so long ago.
He looked up and smiled her voice was so soft and kind. Her lips so welcoming- her hand so feminine.
"'Tis a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing."
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Apr 26, 2008 16:08:06 GMT -5
Taro smiled, ignoring all the disturbances around him. He'd learned at a young age to block out any unwanted noise and it came in handy from time to time.
It was never fun having your famous parents coming home late in the nights with a bunch of their rich friends, drinking their expensive alcoholic beverages, and gossiping in cruel ways. Then, late in the evenings when they're completely plastered would they stomp on up to his room and take out all of their work stress on him.
Never did he dare cry in front of them. Only when they weren't around. His tear stained pillow was proof of that.
"You have lollies?" said a boy with black hair, seated in front of him. His head tilted to the side a tad and a thumb rested on his lower lip, "To share, yes?"
He smiled lightly, lifting up his backpack. He opened it up, revealing a bag full of different assortments of candies as well as juicy red apples. Of course he had some to share. He always had more than enough. He grabbed a handful, placing it on Tyr's desk and another handful in Mitsu's hands. He then, took out an apple and zipped his bag back up.
"Come on Mitten, we better go over to our group." he grimaced, taking a look at the chatterbox girl and the loud mouth Englishman. He sighed, standing and walking over to them.
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Apr 30, 2008 20:01:55 GMT -5
“Oh yeah, well….” Cam bit his lip as he thought up on how to beat Cuyler. You see, Cuyler had announced himself the winner because the rule was now that you had to touch the thing you were racing top first. And he touched Alex and Scruffles first.
The only obvious way for Cam to win was to glomp Alex. And that was exactly what he did. He jumped down from the desk and ran to Alex before Cuyler could realize what he was doing and sat himself down onto Alex’s lap (with some difficulty because of the accursed desk) and wrapped his arms around the boy and Scruffles.
“Hah! I win! I hugged him first,” he said sticking his tongue out at Mozzy and leaning back, still holding onto Alex, his arms wrapped around the other’s neck to keep him from falling.
He was so concentrated on his goal that he’d missed the first calling of his name. So it was no wonder that he jumped at the, in his point, sudden loud vocalization of his name.
"CAMMY!" Before he could turn his head to see the person he was attacked by a mass of blonde hair. He blinked a few times as the thing hugged him, which was slightly awkward since he was still in Alex’s lap, trying to figure out what exactly was going on around him.
"YOU'RE IN MY ENGLISH CLASS! NO WAY! And-"
Oh yes. English class. Though who was this person? It couldn’t be Cuyler, his hair wasn’t this long, so it must be…
“LaDon!” He exclaimed his reaction just a tad bit delayed. She wasn’t paying attention however, as she was staring at Mozzy and giving him a welcome hug. Cuyler on the other hand, was running away and having a spaz attack on the floor behind Alex. Cam simply shrugged this off, hopped up and draped his arm around LaDon pulling her close.
“Como estas locita?” He asked happily. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” He gave her a peck on the cheek. This was the way he’d always greeted others, it was a sign of politeness and something he’d grown up knowing. He’d learned over the years however, not to greet other males in this way. He’d done it with family members and others that were close to his family or were Spanish, but not to the boys around here. Oh no. He’d done that before. And had learned that that was NOT how you greeted people. Apparently most of the guys didn’t appreciate getting kissed by another guy. He’d long since healed over those bruises, and thus simply greeted boys with a ‘hello’ and if they were close friends with a hug. After all, he didn’t need his friends freaking out on him if he ‘kissed’ them. When they met his family and he explained the custom, then he would do the same. Though some people still didn’t like to see that kind of thing in public, especially not between males. It seemed to make them uncomfortable. They just needed to realize that there were other ways of saying hello.
He looked over at where Cuyler was, who by now had finished his attack. “Estas bien mi pedaso de queso?” He asked slightly concerned. He’d never seen anyone run faster and freak out from the contact of a hug before. Well, apart from the Vampire he’d met. But that was different. He was a vampire after all.
And then his eyes caught the blackboard. The teacher seemed to be writing something. What was her name again? Well, that wasn’t important, anyway, but what she was writing seemed to be.
GROUPS!!!
Group 1 {Act:III Scene:I } Alex Hades Cuyler Zeeby Camillo DaVila
Group 2{Act:V Scene:III} Tyr X Aly Tail Mitsu Haruku
Group 3{ Act:IV Scene:II} Elijah Burnham Taro Mizeal LaDon Niche
Oh right. The assignment. He’d nearly forgotten about that. And his group was number one!
“Woooooooo!” He shouted his arms shooting up in the air. “We’re number one! We’re number one! See?” He said pointing at the board. “Group one shall conquer the English class!” And then he noticed something wrong. Very wrong. He’d noticed something was wrong before, but he’d only now realized it. Some one was missing from their group.
“Mrs. Teacher,” he called, not bothering to raise his hand. “You missed one f our group members.”
“Oh, did I?” She asked surprised looking at the board. “No, I did not,” she said after checking it over.
“Yes,” Camillo insisted. “You did. You didn’t put Scruffles down. He’s important.”
“Mr. DaVila. Scruffles is an inanimate object. He’s a stuffed animal. He is NOT your group member,” she replied curtly and walked away.
Camillo stared at her, mouth agape, stunned for a few seconds. He immediately became infuriated soon after and headed to the blackboard, picking up a piece of chalk. “Fine!” he said loudly. “I’ll add him myself!” And with tat he wrote Scruffles name below his own with a smiley face. Much better.
"Camillo, LaDon and Cuyler detention today at lunch. You better be here, and you had better be on your best behavior, 'else I make it an office detention." She warned them all, "I will not tolerate rambunctious students in my class. There is no need for this behavior at all."
Camillo stared down at the piece of paper in his hand, blinking at it. A detention? “But-But-I can’t have a detention!” He said waving the piece of paper around. “Mi papi said he would teach me how to make Palta Reina if I stayed out of trouble for a week! He won’t teach me if I have a detention!”
“That is your problem Mr. DaVila. Not mine. Perhaps if you behaved better and stayed silent like you do in a classroom you wouldn’t have this problem,” she said with an icy glare. “Don’t be late.”
Defeated Camillo sulked back to his group and sat down at a desk. “I don’t think she likes me very much,” he muttered sadly. Now he would never learn how to make the amazingness that was avocado filled with tuna and other goodness. Nor would he learn any of his fathers other recipes.
Como estas locita? – How are you my crazy girl?
Estas bien mi pedaso de queso? – Are you ok my little piece of cheese?
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Post by Alex Hades on May 1, 2008 8:12:59 GMT -5
“Oh yeah, well….” Cam bit his lip and Alex squealed in joy. His heart lept as he watched how cute he was! He wanted to know what he was thinking- but alas he could do nothing but exclaim, "You are so cute!"
He jumped down from the desk and ran to him before Alex could realize what Cam was doing and sat himself down onto his lap (with some difficulty because of the accursed desk) and wrapped his arms around the Alex and Scruffles.
“Hah! I win! I hugged him first,” Cam said sticking his tongue out at Mozzy and leaning back, still holding onto Alex, his arms wrapped around the other’s neck to keep him from falling.
Alex, smiling widely as the boy wraped his one arm around his body and the other lay on the leg farthest from him. Pulling him in, he looked down at him.
"Rock-a-bye baaby on the tree top! When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the wind breaks the cradle with FALL!"
He let go of Cam to let him lose balance once he got comfortable and smiled, pulling him close to his body and finishing his song softly and rocking his dear new friend.
"And down will go baby, cradle and all."
"CAMMY!" Alex jumped at the mere sound of the voice. It was like a high pitched squeal that hurt poor Scruffles' ears.
He watched in horror as a girl hugged Cam, which was slightly awkward since he was still laying on his lap.
"YOU'RE IN MY ENGLISH CLASS! NO WAY! And-"
“LaDon!” He exclaimed his reaction just a tad bit delayed.
Alex whined, "AHHH!"
The girl wasn’t paying attention to Cam which relieved Alex slightly. He was his! Couldn't she see! IT WAS MENT TO BE! Cuyler on the other hand, was running away and having a spaz attack on the floor behind Alex. Good Alex thought, the more boys the better. After all, Alex still had strong feelings for his dear Mozzy!
Of course, he felt empty when Cam got up, his arms brushed and followed Cam's movements as much as they could but Alex refused to stand yet. He watched in sheer horror as Cam hugged the girl. Alex didn't really mind- she was very pretty!
“Como estas locita?” He asked happily. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” He gave her a peck on the cheek.
This was too much for Alex of course she was pretty but that was too much! His hands slammed on the desk and he stood up- pushing the chair back and knocking it over. He felt very whiny and didn't believe all the attention she was getting was fair! Alex was major important! WHERE WAS SCRUFFLES!?
He had nearly forgotten his lover! Grasping his stuffed teddy, he hugged it close. Soon, his pounding heart slowed to a normal pace.
“Estas bien mi pedaso de queso?” Cam asked slightly concerned. This made Alex laugh slightly, "Cheese?"
GROUPS!!!
Why had Alex just noticed this? His jaw opened agape, did Mrs. Teacher put them in the same group?
Group 1 {Act:III Scene:I } Alex Hades Cuyler Zeeby Camillo DaVila
"Yeahhh!" he squealed and jumped around. Group 2{Act:V Scene:III} Tyr X Aly Tail Mitsu Haruku
Mitten!? Turning around quickly, his eyes scanned for the black haired beauty he'd met once before. "Light-o?" he asked, calling out his name. Alas, his eyes locked onto him, sitting talking to Taro. He shuddered at the thought. Taro didn't like him so well... This made him bring Scruffles closer to his body. But his eyes never left him. Deep down, Alex longed to be with him. But could he really leave Mozzy? Cam was just mere infatuation. But Mozzy and he had something special...He knew it.
“Woooooooo!” Cam shouted his arms shooting up in the air. “We’re number one! We’re number one! See?” He said pointing at the board. “Group one shall conquer the English class!”
Alex laughed, he'd already done that just seconds before.
“Mrs. Teacher,” Cam called, not bothering to raise his hand. Alex smiled again- he does that /all/ the time.“You missed one of our group members.”
“Oh, did I?” She asked surprised looking at the board. “No, I did not,” she said after checking it over.
“Yes,” Camillo insisted. “You did. You didn’t put Scruffles down. He’s important.”
“Mr. DaVila. Scruffles is an inanimate object. He’s a stuffed animal. He is NOT your group member,” she replied curtly and walked away.
Alex grabbed his chest to where his heart was. "The pain!" Scruffles? An inanimate object? Never!
Camillo stared at her, mouth agape, stunned for a few seconds. Alex watched him walk over to the blackboard and picking up a piece of chalk. Now it was his turn to stare at the Chalkboard, his mouth agape. This wouldn't end well. “Fine!” Cam said loudly. “I’ll add him myself!” And with that he wrote Scruffles name below his own with a smiley face. Alex smiled and held Scruffles out infront of him, how cute he was!
"Camillo, LaDon and Cuyler detention today at lunch. You better be here, and you had better be on your best behavior, 'else I make it an office detention." She warned them all, "I will not tolerate rambunctious students in my class. There is no need for this behavior at all."
“But-But-I can’t have a detention! Mi papi said he would teach me how to make Palta Reina if I stayed out of trouble for a week! He won’t teach me if I have a detention!”
“That is your problem Mr. DaVila. Not mine. Perhaps if you behaved better and stayed silent like you do in a classroom you wouldn’t have this problem,” she said with an icy glare. “Don’t be late.”
“I don’t think she likes me very much,” he muttered sadly. Alex laughed and leaned in closer to the small group.
"Thanks anyways- Scruffles liked it. Luckily, I don't have a detention!"
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on May 2, 2008 7:07:08 GMT -5
“Oh yeah, well….” Cam bit his lip and Alex squealed in joy. Cuyler was confused at this point, "You are so cute!"
Cam jumped down from the desk and ran to Alex and sat himself down onto his lap (with some difficulty because of the accursed desk) and wrapped his arms around the Alex and Scruffles.
“Hah! I win! I hugged him first,” Cam said sticking his tongue out at Mozzy and leaning back, still holding onto Alex, his arms wrapped around the other’s neck to keep him from falling.
Cuyler's lip curled out in a pout as he watched this. He couldn't win. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. He looked down at the dinosaur on his shoe, in thought. "Rock-a-bye baaby on the tree top! When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the wind breaks the cradle with FALL!" Alex sang.
"And down will go baby, cradle and all."
Cuyler watched, mouth ajar, in horror as Cam hugged the girl. How could he stand being around her? She was so....so...so...weird. And a girl...and had bleached hair! Who did that? It was only cool if it was natural. But he had to admit that the added colour in her hair was pretty neat. The pinks, blues and greens.
“Como estas locita?” He asked happily. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” He gave her a peck on the cheek. Cuyler shuddered standing and taking a seat in a chair. He lowered his head slightly.
“Estas bien mi pedaso de queso?” Cam asked slightly concerned. This made Alex laugh slightly, "Cheese?"
"I'm fine," Mozzy muttered crossing his arms, "BUT!" a small grin formed on his lips, "You don't win...just yet." he stood up, bending over so that his head was level with Alex's and he kissed him lightly on the cheek, about a centimeter away from Alex's lips.
Right after he had taken his head away and sat back down in his chair, sulking yet again, Alex turned and spoke. Though there was a small glisten of gladness at his small victory,"Light-o?" Alex asked, calling out his name. “Woooooooo!” Cam shouted his arms shooting up in the air. “We’re number one! We’re number one! See?” He said pointing at the board. “Group one shall conquer the English class!”
Cuyler looked over at the chalkboard. It was true. They were number one and they were all in a group together. But had she not said for them to get into groups themselves? Why was she putting everybody into groups now? Was she mad at them? Or perhaps she had not in fact said that. Maybe he was just hearing things. It wouldn't come off as a very big surprise.
“Mrs. Teacher,” Cam called, not bothering to raise his hand. .“You missed one of our group members.”
“Oh, did I?” She asked surprised looking at the board. “No, I did not,” she said after checking it over.
“Yes,” Camillo insisted. “You did. You didn’t put Scruffles down. He’s important.”
“Mr. DaVila. Scruffles is an inanimate object. He’s a stuffed animal. He is NOT your group member,” she replied curtly and walked away.
"That's not very nice of you Mrs. Teacher! You shouldn't be forgetting your own students like that. You could seriously hurt their feelings." Alex grabbed his chest to where his heart was. "The pain!"
“Fine!” Cam said loudly. “I’ll add him myself!” And with that he wrote Scruffles name below his own with a smiley face. Alex smiled and held Scruffles out infront of him, how cute he was!
"Camillo, LaDon and Cuyler detention today at lunch. You better be here, and you had better be on your best behavior, 'else I make it an office detention." She warned them all, "I will not tolerate rambunctious students in my class. There is no need for this behavior at all."
“But-But-I can’t have a detention! Mi papi said he would teach me how to make Palta Reina if I stayed out of trouble for a week! He won’t teach me if I have a detention!”
“That is your problem Mr. DaVila. Not mine. Perhaps if you behaved better and stayed silent like you do in a classroom you wouldn’t have this problem,” she said with an icy glare. “Don’t be late.”
“I don’t think she likes me very much,” he muttered sadly.
"I don't think she hates you Cam. Maybe she just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or maybe those silly bees stung her....or something," he stated, with a shrug, "Besides, detentions are fun! I'll bring my sharpies and we can draw on ourselves...although it takes forever to come out, and then my sister makes fun of me because I have polka-dots on my face. Maybe I'll just stick to colouring up my shoes...." he trailed off as he thought about these things.
"Thanks anyways- Scruffles liked it. Luckily, I don't have a detention!" Alex spoke to Cam.
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Post by Mitsu Haruku on May 4, 2008 18:49:47 GMT -5
Taro smiled lightly, lifting up his backpack. He opened it up, revealing a bag full candies as well as juicy red apples. He grabbed a handful, placing it on the desk next to him and another handful in Mitsu's hands. He then, took out an apple and zipped his bag back up.
"Come on Mitten, we better go over to our group." Taro grimaced then sighed, standing and walking over to them. Mitten looked up from the candy in his hands to see a girl with red hair walking towards them. She was beautiful and quiet. Stillness was a well-admired aspect that Mitsu held towards others. He greatly admired those who were quiet, as he was, though he also envied those who had the nerve to be loud and outgoing. He was glad that he had Taro in his group. He would at least keep the two loud ones focused. Or maybe Taro would join in on their quest to annoy. Maybe it would be up to him to keep his group in control.
"Light-o?" Came the familiar voice. Mitsu’s head quickly turned towards the sound, and he smiled lightly and waved as his eyes locked with Alex’s. Mitsu blushed lightly as he turned his head. The nickname Light-o had been given to him by Alex one fine day in the Photoshop. Somehow Alex, Taro and he had all been there and managed to have some form of conversation. Alex seemed to know that Mitsu was Japanese for light, thus giving him the beautiful nickname.
Mitten clearly remember his first ever encounter with the boy. He’d walked into the photoshop where Alex and Taro were and stood there, confused. Then walked back out, only to purposely hit his head on the brick wall from his stupidity. He’d completely forgotten what he had originally gone into the shop for. So his embarrassment was to have to walk back into the store after already entering and exiting it once. But just wait. The story gets better. Mitsu had swung open the door harshly, after attempting to open it. Alex had, for some reason, been resting his back against it. Then, to his great fortune did he fall on top of the beautiful boy. It was a wonderful moment that he would cherish forever.
Mitsu plopped a sucker into his mouth and walked over to his group, a little red in the face still. He sat down on a chair and looked from Elijah to LaDon. A curious grin crept upon his face as he took the lollipop from his mouth. He then pointed it at Eli, “YOU,” he the pointed it at LaDon, “And SHE would make an amazing couple! You two are perfect for each other.” And with that finally said he plopped it back in his mouth, his face turning sober as he pulled out his copy of Romeo and Juliet.
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Aly Tail
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You're Feeling Me Sick <3
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Post by Aly Tail on May 4, 2008 19:29:58 GMT -5
"In what logic did you think that in telling everybody to be quiet you could keep talking? Mr. Special has a head ache then do something about it. Screaming at everybody else when it's not their fault. It's your own tolerance that needs to be fixed." Aly smiled to herself. Poor Eli, getting picked on by the both of them. But he really was being a great bother. Maybe he was having a bad day. Ah well, he’d get over it. Tyr had raised his hands to his cheeks for some reason and this made a small smile show, “What are you doing?” she inquired the amused smile growing wider.
Tyr now flipped open his book to their scene. She watched him as he read through it. His hands looked so soft. Softer than a baby’s bum, as the saying went. But she knew not how soft a baby’s bum was. Surely his hands were thrice as soft as a babies rear. Not to mention, much more inviting to grasp hold of.
Finally he looked up and smiled and although instinctively she would’ve looked away when found staring at somebody, this time however, she did not. "'Tis a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing." His innocent voice spoke, sending a smile across her face.
“Is it really just a silly old tale told by an idiot, which is full of sound and fury…signifying nothing?” she inquired, looking him in the eye, then gazing down at her book, “I think it signifies a lot,” she said, “Although the ending is not satisfying at all, this is what life is. People are born, and then they die. Sometimes their deaths are much too soon though…and…it makes great struggles for those still alive. Life is full of struggles. But these struggles can end up having a positive or negative outcome, depending on how you deal with them. Most of the time, the easy road is not the best you can take…it’s the road that is the most difficult that gets you to where you truly should be….” she said, now gazing out the window. She didn’t even know why she said all this. It just all began to flow out of her mouth. Perhaps she’s said too much now. She looked back at him. Gazing innocently into his eyes, with a hope that she had not frightened him with her outburst of words.
"Anyways..." she said looking back down to her book, "So, you be Romeo or Juliet?" she inquired, a small smirk found in the corner of her lips, "I think you'd make a good Romeo, though, I can't act worth crap." she rambled on, flipping through the pages.
“YOU,” A boy, by the name of Mitsu she presumed, pointed a sucker at Eli, then at LaDon, “And SHE would make an amazing couple! You two are perfect for each other.” And with that said he plopped the sucker back in his mouth and began skimming through the play. Aly giggled to herself. This would definitely cause an uproar. Eli was such a great guy....to make fun of. His overreactions were priceless. At the same time, he got to be annoying as well. The world's not perfect.
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Post by Camillo DaVila on May 5, 2008 14:54:57 GMT -5
"You are so cute!" Those words were what had moved Cam to initiate his plan on beating Cuyler. Thus hugging and sitting himself in Alex's lap. So, maybe he kinda did sorta just a bit or maybe more than that really seriously like Alex a teensy bit. So what? He was good looking. It wasn't his fault the boys eh met were attractive. I mean, Cuyler was simply adorable. He loved them both, and wanted both. Perhaps Alex more than Cuyler. Mozzy had become more of a brother, the kind of person he could spend time with days on end, and he really didn't want to ruin any sort of friendship between either of them. But that still didn't mean he couldn't appreciate both boys and launch himself at the other in a hug or in playful games, even if those were excuses for him to get near. Perhaps that made him creepy, but oh well. And then there was the fact that he didn't even know if either of them well, swung that way. But neither seemed to mind. And Alex definitely wasn't minding him on his lap. "Rock-a-bye baaby on the tree top! When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the wind breaks the cradle with FALL!"
There was a pause there where Alex had brought Cam closer to his body. It was comforting. And he truly didn't want to leave. It was so warm and welcoming. And to think, he was in the place where Scruffles normally was.
"And down will go baby, cradle and all." Alas, he had gotten up anyway to greet his Tree Spirit. A little dejectedly, but all the same he went. Besides, he couldn’t have stayed there very long. Alex would have pushed him away eventually anyway.
"I don't think she hates you Cam. Maybe she just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or maybe those silly bees stung her.... or something," he stated, with a shrug, "Besides, detentions are fun! I'll bring my sharpies and we can draw on ourselves...although it takes forever to come out, and then my sister makes fun of me because I have polka-dots on my face. Maybe I'll just stick to colouring up my shoes...." he trailed off as he thought about these things.
"I guess you have a point," Cam began thinking of the possibilities of what would happen when leaving Cuyler, LaDon and he in a classroom all alone during lunch. Oh yes, it would be fun. "And if you scrub hard enough they come out. Maybe the teacher will think we have a disease or something and let us out! And I'll draw on you! I can make you a tiger! Those are fun to make. I always used to help face painting at mi hermana's cumpleanos. Back when she liked birthday parties and liked having me around and didn't find me weird. But oh well. I can make butterflies too!" He said happily. He was suddenly excited for this detention. It was like not being able to learn how to cook his favourite dish mattered anymore. He was giddy at the mere thought of trouble they could cause in one hour.
"Thanks anyways- Scruffles liked it. Luckily, I don't have a detention!" Alex spoke to Cam.
"No te preocupes bonito," he said waving it off. "Esa mujor esta loca. She's old and probably going senile," he said glaring at the woman's back and making a face. "We could still get you a detention if you want," he said happily. Then we would be in there together! You Cuyler and me!" He said happily his hands clapping together. "Oh, and LaDon," he said, eyes trailing back to the girl who was occupied with other things.
Now that he thought about it, he'd nearly forgotten about his race with Cuyler. Which, by the way Cuyler was now winning. How could Camillo have known that it was all right to kiss another boy? Maybe only some people accepted it. That must be it. Or maybe it was because they were friends. Yes. That was definitely it. So...that meant it was all right for him to kiss Cuyler and Alex in greeting or farewells. But he was still losing. Mozzy had kissed Alex on the cheek.
And so his brilliant idea of was born. Oh yes, he would be in the lead after this one and would win. "Mozzy!" He said pointing a finger at him. "You have done well querido, in this race. But don't think that I have forgotten yet. I will defeat you," he said realizing that he sounded similar to those old Chinese fighting movie his father loved so much. Heh, now he'd have to go and watch one for the hell of it. Maybe Cuyler and Alex would come? Oh yes, the race!
He eased himself out of the desk, and walked the very short distance to where Alex still sat. A small smile played on his lips before he bent forwards, arms behind his began, and placed a kiss upon dear Alex's lips. It was nothing more than a chaste kiss, lingering only momentarily before he straightened and gave Alex an innocent look. "You still haven't won querido," he called looking over his shoulder at Cuyler. This game was turning out to be interesting. Who would have thought that his little race would initiate a much greater thing.
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Mi hermana's cumpleanos – My sister’s birthday parties
No te preocupes bonito – Don’t worry about it gorgeous/beautiful
Esa mujor esta loca – That woman is crazy
Querido – My love
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Post by Tyr X on May 6, 2008 18:14:13 GMT -5
“What are you doing?” Her words had forced his mind to go blank and he froze slightly. He couldn't find words to pass through his parted lips. He only brought his hands down and went for his books, occasionally he would flash his eyes up to look at her through his parted hair. Gods, she was beautiful.
Every feature she held sent shivers down his spine, how lucky he was to have gotten into this group with her! Thank you Gods! Thank you teacher-
Whose name he had long forgotten. Nevertheless, he liked the teacher- as of his moment- but point was he was drowning in his own ecstasy.
He watched her smile and felt his heart tingle. He returned the favour by bowing his head to hide his own shy smile in return. They had only met the other day.
Was his temperature rising? Had the sun been shining on him? He suddenly grew very warm- oooh suckers!
His attention to Aly was stolen by Taro who had given him a mountain of candy sweets! Taking one from the top, he tore off the wrapper and placed it in his mouth.
He felt his tongue wrap around the surface of the candy, taking the most flavor he could get before swallowing the mouthful of sweetness. The sucker was large and awkward at first and he knew that the more he suckled on the treat, the more yummy it would get. More importantly, it was grape! Yum!
“Is it really just a silly old tale told by an idiot, which is full of sound and fury…signifying nothing?” she inquired, looking him in the eye, then gazing down at her book, Tyr watched her lips move with agony. He wanted to kiss her passionatly and hold her close with every muscle in his body. Flesh upon flesh- No! That was wrong! One should not do such things to a girl.
His attention was also stolen by the boys at the front. One had kissed the other on the lips. His head fell and he let his chin rest on the desk- torment. The world was so cruel.
“I think it signifies a lot,” she said and his eyes flashed back over to her, “Although the ending is not satisfying at all, this is what life is. People are born, and then they die. Sometimes their deaths are much too soon though…and…it makes great struggles for those still alive. Life is full of struggles. But these struggles can end up having a positive or negative outcome, depending on how you deal with them. Most of the time, the easy road is not the best you can take…it’s the road that is the most difficult that gets you to where you truly should be….”
Her words pricked his heart, the memories of his mother. But when I am with you, the road gets easier "I concur with your statement. I've seen Death in the worst way." "Anyways..." she said looking back down to her book, "So, you be Romeo or Juliet?" she inquired, a small smirk found in the corner of her lips, "I think you'd make a good Romeo, though, I can't act worth crap." she rambled on, flipping through the pages.
He smiled, actually- it would be fun to be Juliette. And they could draw a face mustache on her face! He closed his eyes- too cute. "I'll be Romeo, so we don't have to switch genders to make things easy, I'm positive you will do perfect." After all, she was very beautiful. All she had to do, was be the Angel Tyr knew she was. Although Juliette was the more dominate type while Romeo was more the helpless lover. Nevertheless, he felt his tongue was about to slip. He could feel the compliments and flirts gnawing at his throat. He stuck out his tongue and looked up at her, "Is my tongue purple yet?" [/sub]
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