She threw the paint across the room in a fury, and watched as it plastered across the wall. With a twisted laugh, Malia looked at what had happened to the large white mural in the back of the room. Going towards it, she slammed her hands, palms facing the mural, and rubbed the paint across the mural. "Beautiful, in a really ugly way," she commented, stepping back and laughing. The oranges, yellows, and other various warm shades of color streaked across the mural and, somehow, made a very beautiful sky. "Messed up, isn't it? How things can just come together beautifully, but you know it can fall apart in an instant?" murmured someone beside her. The boy with the pencil-extension of his hand. "You're telling me," she laughed, putting streaks of black throughout the painting, making it look as if it was turning to night. Malia sighed and said, "I know, you want me to join that stupid art club. But I have hockey."
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okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
Carsten leaned back in his chair, sighing almost inaudibly. The girl who sat behind him, whom he had never noticed, let out a small snicker. Carsten bent his head back so far, he was upside down, meeting her eyes. "What're you laughing at?" he demanded in a whisper. The teacher was still lecturing her head off at the whiteboard. "You seem so ADD," the girl replied, barely making a sound. Carsten blinked, still upside down, and shot back, "Of course I seem ADD. It's this class. How can you not be restless here?" The girl shrugged; Carsten knew she agreed. A loud throat-clearing made Carsten jump. He sat up straight, realizing the teacher was staring straight at him. "Adler," she said stiffly, calling him by his last name as usual. He gave her a smart two-fingered salute and didn't move a muscle; he held his breath until she turned away again. The girl sitting behind him whacked him in the back of his head.
Nearra sat stiffly in her chair, listening as the teacher muttered something about having work to finish and that they'd be taking notes on a video about the Beatles. She pulled out paper obediently and scribble some random words that the narrator spouted off. After that she quickly got bored and began doodling on the paper. Nearra kept glancing at the clock willing it to go faster.
-- Edited by Sparrowpaw on Sunday 15th of November 2009 05:27:40 PM
[ ooc; yes, we will be, but not now. -___- yes, i do mind, actually. very much.
also what is the point of asking permission and then, before you've received an answer, do it anyway? only kind of pointless.
i don't recall ever giving anyone permission to hop along ahead, but since i'd really rather not have you skipping back and forth between third and fourth, you can just wait until i actually find the time sit and type out a decent post. not much interaction going on in classes anyway ]
ooc:: Yeah, Sparrowpaw I've seen you do that alot before, and I'm asking you as a moderator to please be more careful. You need to ask permission before you do that, not just be like "Oh hey, by the way, object and I'll change this", because someone else might have replied to your post before she objects, you know?
Just be more careful, because it might ruin part of the Rp for someone one of these times. :]
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ooc;; actually, that's the first time i've done it. but i'm sorry. i won't do it again. i'll change my post. no one was replying to anything so i just kinda thought... my bad. i'm sorry. i won't jump to conclusions anymore.
fixed.
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Yoichi had deposited his backpack on one of the lunch benches and by the time Julia and Common arrived, he was deep in conversation with Mrs. Sianyde, normally impassive face and eyes alive with a thinly veiled emotion. Gesturing a little with a hand--a sure sign of excitement for the normally emotionless Yoichi--he was clearly discussing something that sparked his interest with the drama teacher. They talked for a little over a minute after the bell rung, after which the Japanese uttered something sounding somewhat like a remark of appreciation. Mrs. Sianyde, whose face was already flushed in anticipation, reddened a shade deeper before she waved the smiling boy off to his seat.
The burning emotion in his eyes soon died down to a smoldering sparkle behind his crystalline eyes, and the small smile touching his lips was unfamiliar; more than his usual smile, which lacked conviction, this one had a secret to it and soon several of his classmates were conjuring up conspiracy theories amongst themselves. The girls, most prominently, were speculating the loudest, and uncomfortably close to Yoichi. Normally, he would have drifted off to confer with his friends by now, but something seemed to be keeping him perched upon the bench, gaze intent upon Mrs. Sianyde, who had hurried to her office seconds earlier to pick up something, return.
Emerald green eyes sparkling, she called for order, and almost immediately the students quieted.
"Class," she announced with a somewhat disturbing gleam in her eyes, "we will be doing a play!" Excited chattering broke out and conspiracies returned anew, and Mrs. Sianyde let them chat for a few seconds before she shushed them again. Continuing, she talked in at a rapid rate; some frowned and craned their heads in an effort to distinguish her words: "At a brilliant suggestion from Yoichi"--she gave a quick nod to the Japanese whose smile could now be identified as smug--"I have decided that, to put your acting talents to the test, we will be doing a play...! I have several ideas already decided, and after I announce them, we will take a vote." Beaming at her students, whose attention was fixed upon their very own unpredictably insane teacher, she continued, this time at a slower clip, to lay out the options they were allowed to have before asking them to vote.
Julia grinned at the idea, and flashed a glance at Yoichi. So this was what he had been talking about! Of course, normally he would have come to talk with her and Common, but she could totally understand why he didn't that time. A play! How unbelievably fun. And she thought that the school play was only for the end of the year. Her mind drifted after she heard each option laid out, speculating on how the play would go and her chances of an important role. Of course, to her, it didn't matter whether she got a good role or not, as long as the play was amazing. So she listened and waiting, not voting right yet.
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