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Post by rimi on Aug 7, 2009 10:01:58 GMT -5
[li]Jun yawned as he walked down the halls of Ashford Academy. It has been only around a week how since he came back to the school but it was like he had never left, everyone remembered him on the day he returned, he never got that new student glare from anyone. Anywho, Jun was glad that everyone remembered him even if he was away for a while and they happily gave him the spot of becoming a vice student council president. He had to love this school, right?
Waving to anonomous people during his walk down the halls he stopped at his locker and started to open it. "Now what's my next class again?" he asked himself as he looked around for his timetable. He was never a master at remembering things and especially the ones that he wasn't fond of. Finally Jun unfolded his timeable to read his next class.
"Math? Dang..."
Jun wasn't fond of Math, he didn't like it, all these calculations and numbers weren't so bad but then came the triangles and squares and circles, yea, it pretty much annoyed him after a while. He stared down at his sheet, remembering what his father told him.
"Jun, you better get your ass to Math class or you aren't going to any parties this week"
Yes, he had been avoiding Math class the whole week because he didn't like it, and he remembered his teacher. Oh that old man was a pain in the ass, he would always pick on the ones that didn't get what he was talking about...so his main target became Jun. There was no way Jun wanted to see that guy again, it may have been around a year but Jun doubt that he will change. 'He's better off dead' Jun thought.
It had seem that his mind was made up, he was not going to that class, not even if everyone pulled him to it, there wasn't anything in the world that could get him to go to that class. But then the thought of not partying for the whole week came to mind, Jun cannot stand not getting to party...it was his life. Jun stood there as he shut his locker and leaned on it, it was almost time to get to class, just a minute or two before the bell rang. He had a minute to think, to choose if he was going to class or not. To choose if he was going to hell or not go to hell and lose his chance to go to heaven. People passed by him,
"Yo Jun, coming to class?" "Jun-kun, you are going to be late" "Jun, do you want to walk with me to class?"
He couldn't catch up with the rest of the short conversations. Jun finally got up from his leaning and looked at the direction to the classroom, the girl who had asked him to walk with her to class was still waiting.
"Sure I will" He replied with one of his girl-stealing smiles.
As they arrived to class, Jun noticed that there weren't any seats left for him except the one at the front, the very front. Maybe he shouldn't have came after all...the teacher was going to see him and then give him the hell he had been missing all year. Jun braced for it and sat in his place.
Sighing he took out his book and stared down at it. He stared down at the pandas sticker on the book, he was addicted to them and it did make him feel a lot better. Pandas have been making him feel good since he was born, maybe they'll help me survive this class and that teacher.
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Post by gerard on Aug 7, 2009 11:02:29 GMT -5
New day on the job. BORING. Real boring, he was given a lecture by the Principle to perform real well in his first day in teaching, she was such a dope. Everyone knows being a teacher is the easiest thing in the world. He can just tell the little gremlins what to learn, and they learn. Another noted fact that kids are stupid snot nosed runts.
The new teacher was none other than Gerard O' Brennen. He knew snot about mathematics, trigonometry and algebra, yet he was expected to teach all of that to the students in the finest of academies, thanks to a little something called fake resumé's. Faking it to make it seem he has went to Sydney university, one of the most prestigious academies there are. And now, he had a class to teach.
First impressions are always the most important impressions, in this case, he must've made a really big impression on the students by kicking the door down off it's hinges, smoking in the middle of the class room. That cigarette he is smoking is blunt, something filled with marijuana. The noxious fumes lulling some kids into a state of bliss, if only for a moment, clouding the entire class as the teacher leaves the door on the floor, leaping to his seat in the teacher's desk.
His boots curl up as it shifts it's weight, resting on top of the desk. Stretching his arms outwards before clasping the back of his head to be in a more relaxed position. Puffing out some more of the noxious fumes that came from his blunt and into the classroom... and the most dreadful aspect is that he has a double barreled shotgun lying right on top of the desk and some cocaine sparsely gathered on the corner.
"Well ye hefty mingers, I am yer new exy fair dinkum offsider teach, and ye will be me students, any objections?" The teacher introduced himself, his accent making it real clear that he was an Aussie from Australia, and the fact he smelt of tobacco meant that he is a compulsive smoker... of marijuana.
A fat student in the front row raised his hand meeply to the teacher, in which Gerard simply picks up his shotgun, aims it at the student then fires a shot at the boy. Although what was loaded within a shotgun was a painful ammunition called a slug, it wasn't fatal, but it sure hurts like Hell.
"Argh! My face!" The student yelped, in which Gerard simply replies "Keep yer trap shut, yabber, next time ye talk, I'll carve the fat straight out yer arse, and today, ye get F for fatty, lard boy." He threatens with a sharp blow to the fat kid's self esteem.
Putting the shotgun underneath the desk, he stood up from there as he looked at each and every others students, puffing out his blunt once more and into the students in the front seat.
"Any one of ye gits have more questions before we get to the teachin'?" He asked, expecting a chorus from the students in the form of a 'no sir'.
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Post by rimi on Aug 7, 2009 12:10:28 GMT -5
[li] He had to come, didn't he? He just couldn't miss one little party, couldn't he?
Jun stared at the teacher as he walked in the room, wait no, it was far from a walk, when he banged into the room would be a better way to say it. His eyes didn't blink, no, not once. He stared at everything the guy had on, the clothes, the face, the glasses and the boots...especially the boots. He needed new boots....
This was not his old teacher, not his old 'neatly dressed' math teacher who would always pick on Jun. He looked around, was he in the right place? The right time? His hands went down to find the timetable in his pocket then unfolded it once again to check if he was right...he was right. Darning that fact he looked around to see others pretty amused by the teacher too.
Jun didn't really catch what the teacher was saying. It sounded weird, the accent and all. Jun had wondered where he was from, what he did, why he is here in the same room as him and what he would do.
Well, he would teach math... right? Because that's what he's supposed to do, teach math and nothing else. BEEP, wrong guess, Jun was surprised when the kid right beside him got shot. Yea, shot. Was that even allowed? Why was Jun even asking this, it was his class, his rules and Jun was going to be living it for the rest of the year.
But as bad as the teacher sounds and looks maybe he will be a good teacher, you know those bad on the outside, good on the inside kind...even though his style of clothing was really bad.
So he sat there and nodded that he won't be asking any questions at all, he could even promise he won't be answering any. He will just lay back and listen to him. He doesn't not want anything shot at his face.
"no sir?"
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Luella Vi Britannia
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Fourth Princess of the Imperial Family[M:2400]
?Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.?
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Post by Luella Vi Britannia on Aug 7, 2009 14:17:21 GMT -5
Platinum blonde hair rustled pathetically as it's owner awoke from her sleep. Slipping a hand through her hair she realized that today was the day she would have to dye her hair temporarily to match her old color. Sighing at the idea she reluctantly got out of her bed. Leaving it's warmth and comfort for the cold shower. Padding across the bathroom tile she grabbed the bottle she needed and carefully stripped off her pajamas. Stepping into the shower, bottle in hand, she turned it on. Shivering as the cold water hit her she carefully squirted a bit of the liquid into her hand. Lathering it slowly on her hands she waited until it was lathered enough and then rubbed it through her scalp. Once she was done with the roots she carefully bunched her long hair up in one hand and rubbed the dye in with the other. Careful to get each little strand she weaved her hands through the tangles in her hair. When she was positive that the hair was completely cover with the dye she finished the rest of her shower.
Wrapping her towel around her she stared at her reflection. Instead of her normal platinum hair her hair was now more of a dirty blonde. Like the color she had growing up. She hesitantly ran her hand through her hair. Testing to see if it really was her. Getting over the initial shock she went back to her work. Taking a curling iron she carefully but her hair into the natural curls she used to have. The curls bunched up so that her hair was now below her shoulders. Putting on blue contacts she then glanced once more at the mirror. She was starting to look more and more less like her new self and more like her old self. The childish little girl that would play in the royal gardens.
"Just one more little detail." Picking up a small container Luella opened it and dabbed her fingers into it. Dropping the towel she rubbed it smoothly over her pale skin. "There we go" Now her pale skin was now a more golden like tan. Even though now for the life of her she could barely get a tan. Putting her supplies back into their shelves she walked out to get her uniform. Slipping it on she carefully studied her appearance in her full length mirror. She could barely recognize herself. Her birthmark shone brightly on her hand. The mark that would prove her to be Luella Vi Britannia. It was light pink in color, almost like a scar, and it seemed to curl in a small intricate design between her thumb and index finger. When everything seemed to be in order she threw on some flat ballet slippers and gloves that only covered half of her birthmark.
Locking the door to her apartment she made her way towards the academy. It wasn't a far walk so she had no need to take a bus. Staring down at the part of her birthmark she pondered if she would meet any of her siblings today. That, after all, was the reason she was even going to the academy. To reunite with one of her siblings so she could get information on the Britannians war plans. And their battle strategies of course. Then she would give that information to Britannian Rebel Groups in her normal appearance. That was why she had to dress and act like this. So that they didn't know what she was really doing.
Finally reaching the gates of the academy she slowly walked into the building. She looked around 'nervously'. Of course she wasn't really nervous but that's what they'd expect from a new student and especially so when they found out who she was. She had only put her first name on her registration which they seemed fine with. As she reached her class she hesitated ever so slightly. Okay.....maybe she was a tad nervous. But wouldn't you be too if there was a possibility of meeting your siblings who you haven't seen in years. That and you were presumed dead after all. So yeah Luella was a bit nervous.....just a bit though.
Breathing through her nose she calmed down and opened the door to the empty classroom. "So I'm early." the normally platinum haired girl muttered. Shrugging she entered and took a seat in the back of the room. She gathered all the stuff she needed onto her desk. Folding her hands on the table, a nervous habit she had when she was younger she remembered, she waited. Slowly and surely people started entering the room. She noticed that a boy had reluctantly sit in the front of the class. She laughed softly at him. Seems like someone doesn't like this teacher.
She saw why of course soon after as the who she assumed to be the teacher entered the room. "Well ye hefty mingers, I am yer new exy fair dinkum offsider teach, and ye will be me students, any objections?" She noted his Australlian accent that he carried. The smell of what she knew was marijuana drifted to her nose. She had grown used to the smell from her many years living around the smokers of it. She had tried it once as well........ok more than once. She quietly laughed at the thought. They really hire anyone don't they.
"Argh! My face!" Luella looked up to see the boy get hit with something out of their teachers shotgun. She winced. A slug. That's gonna hurt for awhile "Keep yer trap shut, yabber, next time ye talk, I'll carve the fat straight out yer arse, and today, ye get F for fatty, lard boy." The teacher said clearly jabbing at the boys self esteem.
"Any one of ye gits have more questions before we get to the teachin'?" Like he expected them to have any questions after that. Still Luella scanned the crowd for any idiots that would say yes.
"no sir?" The boy she had noticed earlier in the front said.
"No sir." Luella said in a voice that was similarly pitched to her old one. It was higher than her normal voice and carried a bit of shyness and quietness in it. It had taken Luella years to sound like her old self. But it was worth it.
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Post by gerard on Aug 8, 2009 11:54:17 GMT -5
"No sir!" Music to his ears. He just loved the authority! Everything about it, those stupid kids admitting that he is their teacher and him knowing that he is their teacher of some dumb subject. Not that he cared to remember what he was teaching.
"Ace! Now I'll be teaching ya a less'n 'bout a dill, ya bloody clackers." He said, "Now, anyone of ya lardies know what is a cactus?"
The same fat student raised his hand, with Gerard suddenly pointing the shotgun at his face, "Well ya lardy, answer m'question or else ya'll get yerself a buckshot filled with pain! DO IT DO IT DO IT!" The teacher says, tensions high as the student starts sweating excessively, yelling out in a panic "A THORNY PLANT! THORNY PLANT! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME SIR! MY MOM AND DAD WILL SUE YOU!" Tears trickled down his cheeks as he looked at his teacher with fear.
For a moment, he thunk it over, seemingly that he answered this correctly, only for Gerard to turn around, point the gun and blow a slug at the fat kid's stomach, causing him to fall out of the chair in utter agony. Smiling as he takes another whiff from his blunt, puffing it at the students in the front seat as he ignored the fat kid on the floor.
"The answer is WRONG! Ya get F for fatty again, lardy boy, n' tell yer parents they can sue m'arse." The teacher gloats, placing the soles of his boots at the end of one desk as he loads up the double barreled shotgun with more slugs, aiming it at the other students as a threat of going back into their places. "I almost forgot, all ya mingers are gonna meet a buncha special guests." He said, "Sheila will be 'ere in any second."
Talking a calm stroll as he hides his shotgun at the corner, the door was already 'open' for the choir tour group to pace in, basically just a woman representing the entire group. Smiling pleasantly at the kids as she had no idea what was going on, with Gerard simply at the back as he walks forth to introduce her.
"This sheila right 'ere is recruitin' ya snot nosed bastards for a national choir tour. Now I know choir tours are totally lame and gay, but please give'er yer full undivided attention. Go ahead lassie." Gerard bluntly said, taking another puff from his blunt as he stepped backwards, allowing the choir tour teacher to step forth.
"Um... thank you Mr. O' Brennen? So kids! How're you all today!?" She shrieked in excitement, expecting a response only to met be met with silence, Gerard was brandishing his shotgun out of her view, but in the students' view. "...Um... I can't hear you! I said... 'How're we all doing today!?'" Her query was met by a fart from a kid at the back seat, causing Gerard to throw a fit of laughter at the disrespect she is getting from the students, slapping his kneecaps hard from laughter. "Er... children, we are a national choir called the Hugh Jass tribute. We're gonna do a big tour East to Central America to help save the Rain forests and you can be a part of it! You see, we take kids, from all over the empire and put them in a choir where we sing and dance to raise awareness of our vanishing rain forests. So how wants to join the fun?"
"Well dobby, I dun' think these mingers are interested in yer choir band, so they get to stay in m'class, now dilly off and take yer knickers with ya, and gimme a call." The obnoxious teacher said to her followed with a wink... not that she can see it behind his sunglasses, pacing up to her, shoving her out of the class in just one push, with her out of the view, he took the responsibility once more.
"Well ya snot nosed kiddies, what have we learnt today?" He asked to his class, "That choir practice is gay?" A bold girl answered. "Exactly, sheila! Ya get A for... Aussie, ace for ya! Better than that lardy boy 'ere."
"You there!" He pointed at Jun, "What's the bloody capital of Sydney?"
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Aug 9, 2009 14:47:52 GMT -5
“…and this is the way members of the royal family have brushed their teeth ever since. It is crucial that you learn this for- The elder woman turned around from the blackboard, only to narrow her eyes in displeasure. There, sitting before her, head turned out towards the window, cheek resting on hand, a faraway look in her eyes, Ayame Li Britannia sat. Needless to say, the young princess was not paying attention to her lessons. Again. The teacher took a deep breath, willing herself calm. After all, angry outbursts were most uncivil. “See something interesting out there, hime-sama?” No response. Cue eye twitch. “I believe I asked you a question, Hime-sama. Now, as stated in chapter 367, paragraph 17 of ‘The Complete Guide to Proper Etiquette and Mannerism (Limited Edition)’, it clearly states that when someone asks you a question, it is only proper and polite to answer them ba-
“Ne, sensei?” Ayame cut her teacher off, causing the woman’s eye to twitch further. First ignoring, now interrupting? How unladylike.
Another deep breath.
“Yes, Hime-sama?” Ayame turned her head from the window and looked at her teacher, an odd look in her eyes.
“Why can’t I go to a regular school?” Now, Ayame’s teacher (through experience) had been braced for a multitude of things. For example, Ayame asking what was the point of learning the art of flossing, or perhaps asking to use the lady’s room, only to try to sneak away. But never, in her wildest dreams did she think the Third Princess would ask something so…innocent.
The question alone nearly made the woman drop her smiting stick in shock, but she quickly managed to compose herself. After all, what sort of etiquette master would she be if she couldn’t pull herself together in 5.2 seconds? “Hime-sama. You know perfectly well why you must take private lessons. Ordinary schools don’t offer the lessons you need in order to become a proper princess. For example, these lessons on how to act properly in society are not taught in any school, not even the prestigious Ashford. Besides, it has been a tradition since the foundation of this Empire that all royal children are to undergo thorough home schooling and-
“But why?” Ayame cut off again, her eyes getting more of a challenging look to them. “I get that the etiquette crap-
“Hime-sama…”
“lessons… aren’t taught in regular schools. I get that. But all the other stuff I learn are. Like history, sciences, hell even home ec is taught! So…” Ayame bit her lip slightly, her eyes casting downwards. “…why can’t I go to a regular school like others?” Ayame’s teacher smiled gently. Aha. So that was it. She was lonely. The little spazz was lonely. The idea was almost cute…in a strange way.
But fact remained, that Ayame was still a princess. There was simply no way that she could go to a regular school. At least, not permanently.
A light lit up in the teacher’s head and a smile curved her mouth. She was so spoiling the princess. ‘Oh, why not?’
Turning her back to the girl, Ayame’s teacher began to erase the blackboard. “This concludes today’s lesson. Your assignment is as follows…” Ayame frowned but picked up her pen, prepared to copy down her assignment. Hey, she could be the good student at times too. “You are to go to Ashford Academy and observe the way their school system works. You are to register yourself as a part-time student, as you have obligations here to attend to that make it impossible for you to be there as a full-timer. Your stay at Ashford will depend on how long it takes you to see the differences between a regular school and that of the Royal Academy. I expect a full report when you come back.”
With each word that came out from her teacher’s mouth, Ayame’s mouth dropped further and further. Was she hearing things correctly? Had she just gotten a go-explore-for-as-long-as-you-want card? A wide grin soon spread across her face. Leaping from her chair, Ayame practically flew across the room as she engulfed her teacher in one of her signature hugs. “THANK YOU SENSEI!”
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Ayame stared down the long hallway of Ashford Academy, blinking slightly. Wow. She was actually here. In a bonafide-non specialized-authentic-where normal people roam school! She felt a grin creep up the corners of her mouth. She was so baking sensei a batch of those 7 layer cookies she loved so much. This was freaking awesome! Here she was, registered at a normal school, attending school like a normal girl, hell she was even dressed like a normal person.
But that was the only downside to all of this. Ayame glanced down at her attire. Ugh. A skirt. She was wearing a bloody skirt. As much as she tried to get away with wearing the boy’s uniform, the officials claimed that they simply couldn’t have a princess cross-dressing (not that Ayame minded the thought). But that was the price, she supposed, for the experience. She would just have to suck it up. Hey. Could be worse. Could be some pink frilly monstrosity. Ayame shivered at the thought.
‘But still…how do girls bloody move in these things?!’ Ayame thought as she tugged down her skirt, the draft not so pleasant. And what she would give for her sneakers right now. Ayame twisted her ankle. Ugh. These saddle shoes were already giving her blisters. At least they hadn’t robbed her of Pon-Pon or her messenger bag. She hugged the former closer to her chest. “Yosh Pon-Pon. Today we begin our somewhat normal school life. Lets try not to screw up, okies?” she whispered as she pulled out her schedule. “Lets see…that meeting with the Principle delayed me a bit so odds are I should be in…” her finger scrolled across the timetable, eyes flashing back and forth. Her finger stopped. “Here.” Math. Ayame mentally shrugged. She was ok at math. She wasn’t in love with it, but she wasn’t sucky at it either.
Eventually finding the room that was her supposed math classroom, Ayame raised her hand to knock, but several screams made her pause midway. "Argh! My face!"
“…all over the empire and put them in a choir where we sing and dance to raise awareness of our vanishing rain forests.”
"Well ya snot nosed kiddies, what have we learnt today?"
"That choir practice is gay?"
“What's the bloody capital of Sydney?"
Ayame blinked several times, her hand still in mid-knocking position. She stared back down at Pon-Pon still clutched in her left arm. “Are all schools this lively, Pon-Pon?” she asked the plushie. It only stared back up at her with big black eyes. She shrugged. Meh. Lively people were fun. Fun was what she lived for. She grinned. ‘I so owe sensei one...’
“What is the Opera House?” Ayame stepped in to see a red-faced chubby kid kissing the floor, a blonde Bishie sitting in the front of the room, a dirty blonde chick sat in the back, and…a whole buncha other students. Ayame blinked. Wow. Jam packed. Save for a seat next to Blonde Bishie. Ayame turned her attention back to the teach-was that a shotgun? Ayame blinked once slowly before a wide grin came across her face. “Yo. Name’s Ayame, I just transferred here. The Big Guy upstairs kept me for a bit, so I apologize for being late and all…” Ayame glanced around the room once again. “But just to confirm….this is O' Brennen-sensei’s math class, right?” She grinned wider.
“Looks like fun.”
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Post by rimi on Aug 9, 2009 16:28:06 GMT -5
[li] Jun stared at the fat kid, he just stared him. Was this kid born dumb? Did he grow up dumb? Was it both? Didn't that shot on the face hurt enough? Couldn't he just shut up?
Jun could go on with all the questions for the whole day but the conclusion was simple, the kid was an idiot. But he didn't guess it was the kid's fault, it could always be the spoiling parents. Jun realised that he had lost his track of thoughts when he heard a lady's voice, finally turning to her and listening to her, Jun's face grinned.
"Er... children, we are a national choir called the Hugh Jass tribute. We're gonna do a big tour East to Central America to help save the Rain forests and you can be a part of it! You see, we take kids, from all over the empire and put them in a choir where we sing and dance to raise awareness of our vanishing rain forests. So how wants to join the fun?"
He loved to save and help things, he enjoyed doing it. Even though he wasn't the best singer, okay, even if he didn't sing at all, he was fond of doing something and getting out of school to do it. It's a big part that he accepted to be in the student council, because it was so fun.
Yet he was not able to join that fun as the new math teacher pushed the lady out of the room. Jun stood there, just about to raise his hand, he frowned and maybe pouted a little. There goes his fun, he was just thinking of doing some good deeds and skipping math class by doing so.
Sighing he looked back at the fat kid beside him, trying to get up, then he looked at the teacher about to ask a question. Now, what kind of a person would he be if he wasn't helping the kid up? Jun slightly moved over to the kid, trying to pull him up to his chair. For a pretty skinny guy like Jun, it was a rather hard thing to do, "dude...what did you eat?" Jun whispered as he gave his best shot in pulling the kid up to his chair. Finally when he sucessed he let out a big sigh, "low down on the..chips...really." he whispered, panting for air as he sat down back in his seat. It was before he knew he was pointed at and asked a question.
"What's the bloody capital of Sydney?"
Jun stared at the teacher for a while, wondering if it was really him that was being asked. That had nothing to do with Math, did it? Wait, maybe it had something to do with geomatry.. no, last time Jun checked Gematry and Geography wasn't the same subject. And he did doubt that it'll be the same now. He sat there thinking for a while, what is the capital of Sydney? Where the heck was Sydeny !?
No, he wasn't very smart on the world either, he looked around the other kids, maybe someone willing to help him but they all looked as confused as he was. What was with this teacher? Jun could actually cry "GIVE ME MY MATH TEACHER BACK!" but he didn't, well, not yet.
Yet again, he could be saved with someone who just came in, a late arrival? He looked at the girl that came in, somewhat reconizible and somewhat not. But whatever it was, she was new and had kind of saved him from giving an answer to a question he had never thought of in his entire life.
After she had introduced herself, Jun looked at the little plushy she was carrying. "It's adorable!" Jun jumped as he saw a panda bear. He had a big thing for Panda bears, it was unstoppable to not say it was adorable when it was sitting right by him. He could hear girls whispering how cute that was for a guy to just shout a panda was adorable. It wasn't rare to see that people still liked him at the school, even if he was being a little gay. He did try to calm down and sit back down, he still did not want his face to be shot by anything of any kind..
The girl was new, he kind of pitied her for being stuck in this class, but she seem to be thinking this was fun..don't tell me she's related to the teacher.. Jun thought. [/li][/ul]
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Luella Vi Britannia
Britannian
Fourth Princess of the Imperial Family[M:2400]
?Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.?
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Post by Luella Vi Britannia on Aug 9, 2009 17:10:14 GMT -5
Luella watched amused as the poor kid got shot with another slug. Turning a bored eye she looked out of the window. Thoughts of the past flowed through her mind. Different ones. Playing in the Royal Garden with Alastair. Watching Ayame run from her teachers. They all seemed to come in all at once giving her a headache. She had expected this of course. Being here would of certaintly bring memories. Luella had mearly not thought that there'd be this many. She could faintly hear the words that the 'teacher' was saying. Something about a sheila and recruiting for something. Luella really couldn't care less. Still she supposed she should listen rather than think about the past. The past was the past and she couldn't change that.
"Er... children, we are a national choir called the Hugh Jass tribute. We're gonna do a big tour East to Central America to help save the Rain forests and you can be a part of it! You see, we take kids, from all over the empire and put them in a choir where we sing and dance to raise awareness of our vanishing rain forests. So how wants to join the fun?" Luella yawned at the thought.
"Well dobby, I dun' think these mingers are interested in yer choir band, so they get to stay in m'class, now dilly off and take yer knickers with ya, and gimme a call." She watched as her teacher 'pushed' the girl out of the classroom. Poor girl. Was probably confused about this whole class. Luella laughed. Oh well.
"Well ya snot nosed kiddies, what have we learnt today?" The teacher asked, "That choir practice is gay?" The bold girl in front of her said. Luella smirked behind her book. Looked like their was someone she could get along with in this class after all. "Exactly, sheila! Ya get A for... Aussie, ace for ya! Better than that lardy boy 'ere."
"You there!" He pointed at the poor boy in the front. I can see why he didn't want to be in front. "What's the bloody capital of Sydney?" Raising an eyebrow she cocked her head. Wasn't this a math class. Shrugging she turned her attention to her desk. Hearing the door open she sighed. Well it looks like the boy won't have to answer.
“Yo. Name’s Ayame," Luella's eyes widened and her head literally snapped up to look at the person. "I just transferred here. The Big Guy upstairs kept me for a bit, so I apologize for being late and all…” It was her. She'd never thought Ayame would be one to be at her school. I suppose her teacher is getting softer. “But just to confirm….this is O' Brennen-sensei’s math class, right?” Ayame grinned wider. Luella tightened her grip on her desk.
"Don't worry," Luella said in her higher pitched voice. "You came to the right class." “Looks like fun.”
Luella ignored all the rest. All she knew was that her sister was here in this room. She fidgeted slightly. Now how was she going to do this. Luella bit slightly on her lower lip.
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Post by jonny on Aug 22, 2009 14:17:08 GMT -5
Jonny was whistling to himself about 150 feet below ground, working on his Glasgow as the water behind him came down like an artificial waterfall. He was glad he'd found this place back when the school was being reconstructed, the elevator of course everyone knew about, but he'd found the keycards in amongst the rubble, so chances were he was the only one with access. He only ever carried one of them though, with one hidden under his bed, a third in his desk - which would probably be one of the only two empty at the front today - and the fourth in the school warehouse, hidden at the bottom of an old locker right at the back. So far none of them had been discovered, though he kinda hoped someone did, nice change of pace. Of course they'd have a wonderful surprise once they opened the door. He'd found an old broken machine gun, and had rigged it to fire paintballs from the ceiling unless someone said the code word. And he'd loaded over 10000 paintballs too, so he could someone stuck in that elevator getting turned into the next Van Gogh painting for over 30 minutes. There was one room that confused him down here though. It had cameras covering the entire campus from bits of scenery that weren't knocked down when the school was originally closed, and a lot of files about this 'Lelouch' kid. He hadn't gone deeper into the files, but he could swear he'd heard that name somewhere. No matter though, he had to replace some circuits in his knightmare that had gotten ruined when he fired that magnetic towline - he'd not finished repairing some old damage, so the circuits were exposed to the magnetic waves, and thus the data got wrecked. "I heard theres a new teacher, I wonder what he's like."
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Post by gerard on Sept 6, 2009 16:36:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Late and short, but meh, better late than never.)
A new student that's late? Or a late new student? He can't tell which one this lass is. “Yo. Name’s Ayame, I just transferred here. The Big Guy upstairs kept me for a bit, so I apologize for being late and all…” A big guy? Disgraceful! Something tells him he'll get along just fine. "Consider yerself welcome in m'class, lassie! If he kept ya waitin' until the sparrow's fart, be sure to call me an' I'll sort'em out with m'trusty boomstick!" He declared vainly and proudly, only to pop open another bottle of vodka as he took a swig of it, placing the bottle on Ayame's desk. "Take this, lass an' give it a burl."
“But just to confirm….this is O' Brennen-sensei’s math class, right?” A confused blink and stare follows from the Australian teacher, O' Brennen-sensei? That is one real confused lassie. "London to a brick, it's O' Brennen, not this O' Brennen-sensei, I am Irish-Australian, lassie." He says, eyes snapping back at the dodgy boy Jun who dodged his questions dodgingly.
"Oy Jimbo! Stop goin' all iffy on me! I asked ya a question! Ya ain't dodgin' it!" He said with a hiss, aiming the shotgun at Jun, "This'll be your punishment for defyin' m'authoriteh." After this, the unexpected happened, Gerard pointed the shotgun at the fat kid again, and squeezed the trigger, causing the slug to once more hit the fat kid, and once again, he falls to the floor in great agony kissing it. Somehow Gerard has a hate for the fat kid, at least better him than Jun.
Smiling at his pain, Gerard helped himself to a well deserved laugh, tarting off at the kid, raving on like a mad man, a bit of a sadist, at least to the unfortunate fat kid named Lenny. The boy who has been bullied by almost everyone due to how fat he is.
Wiping the tears at the corner of his bloodshot emerald eyes that makes it obvious he was high, head shifts to the side instantly as he paces outside to see another tardy student walking in the hallway after class has already begun. Oh the nerve of these people! They just think they can come and go without proper permission? Oh well, what does he care anyways?
Looking at the lad, placing the backside of the length of the shotgun's barrel against his shoulder, he promptly gives off a hitched frown which turns upside down into a smile, more like the one which shows he is high.
"Oy Dodgy, what do ya think yer doin'? Get in yer arse to the stool or else I'll pug yer arse with m'boomstick!" Pulling the shotgun off his shoulder, pointing it at Jonny with a rather happy high kind of feel. "Answer me question and I'll let ya off with an A+ for asshole positive, boyo.... WHAT IS THE CAPITAL OF THE NO MAND'S LAND?!"
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Ayame Li Britannia
Britannian
Third Princess of the Imperial Family[M:12651]
?What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad.
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Post by Ayame Li Britannia on Sept 12, 2009 21:03:33 GMT -5
"London to a brick, it's O' Brennen, not this O' Brennen-sensei, I am Irish-Australian, lassie." Ayame tipped her hat in response as she took her seat next to Male Blondie, being sure to accept the bottle of vodka along the way. Hey, it would be an insult to not to do so, wouldn’t it?
“No sensei lingo. Got it.” So just ‘O’Brennen’ was it? Ayame crinkled her nose in thought. That was kinda a bit of a mouthful, wasn’t it? Would be easier just to call him…OB. Yea. Just simple ‘OB.’ Ayame nodded to herself. Yosh! OB it was.
Plopping herself into the seat next to Blonde Bishie, Ayame offered the man a cheeky grin before plopping her bag onto the floor by her feet, grabbing a hold of the bottle and taking a sip. She crinkled her face at the taste. Blech. Not exactly her cup of coffee. Deciding that perhaps 10:00AM wasn’t the best time to be drinking booze, Ayame’s hand reached into her bag where she pulled forth her trusty panda printed water bottle. She took a swing, licking her lips at the end. Oo…lemony flavored~ What a lovely surprise.
"It's adorable!"
“Hmng?” Ayame turned her head to the right, water bottle still poised at mouth, to see Blonde Bishie look at her…Pon-Pon? Ayame blinked twice. Was this dude...checking out her Pon-Pon? Her head tilted sideways. An eyebrow rose. He was. He was so checking out her darling Pon-Pon. Her mouth twitched slightly in amusement. Well, she couldn’t blame him. After all, who could deny the cute fuzziness that is Pon-Pon, Panda Plushie of Doom and Destruction?
Ayame placed the water bottle back on her desk and turned in her seat to face Blonde Bishie, a wide smile on her face. “Isn’t he? Here, you can hold him if ya want.” she said as she stuffed the bear into the man’s arms, the grin on her face never leaving. If there was one thing Pon-Pon was good for (apart from being a reliable boomerang, hammer, WOMD, and overall threat to mankind) it was being a makeshift cuddlebucket of a pillow. The plushie was perfectly plushie in all the right places and its size was just right. Small, but not tiny. Large, but not obese. And with those two factors going for him, Pon-Pon soon became the best thing to cuddle since beanie bags (at least, in Ayame’s eyes). She looked up at Blonde Bishie. Yea. This dude looked like the cuddle-bucket type. Her grin widened. Surely he and Pon-Pon would get along just fine.
Hearing some girls giggle and whisper behind her, caused Ayame to turn her head around. There, directly behind her were two orange-skinned girls, giggling like crazy. “Did you hear that?” “I know! He said ‘cute~’” “But isn’t that, like, kinda weird, like for a guy to think, like a panda is like cute like?” Ayame felt an eyebrow twitch. “Yeeaaahhh…that is like kinda weird…do you think he’s ga-ommph!?” The burnt girl soon found herself nearly choking on a double chocolate chip fudge delight cookie. Ayame smiled widely at the two.
“Hey, you guys look like you could use a cookie.” The cookie filled girl could only make a muffled response. The other one glared at Ayame, her perfectly tweezed eyebrow arching.
“Um, like, what is your problem, bitch? Look, we like don’t want any of your shitty coo=oommmmph!?” The sweet smile never left Ayame’s face.
“These are some of my specialties. Secret lies in the snails…” Ayame leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You wanna go for the fresh sea caught ones. None of this out of the can crap, if you know what I mean.” The two girls looked at each other before bolting out of the room, leaving Ayame to giggle manically. Served them right, making fun of people who appreciated her Pon-Pon. As she turned back to the front, Ayame’s eyes fell upon the dirty blonde girl in the back corner. Girl looked uncomfy…as if she were nervous about something. Ayame’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What could be so nerve wrecking here? As far as she could tell, the teacher was totally awesome (if not a wee bit on the loony side) and the curriculum involved nothing more than naming famous tourist spots! Hardly stress-inducing. Her nose crinkled in thought. Well, either way the girl wasn’t comfy. Which wasn’t snazzy. At least, not in Ayame’s book. Looking back at her baggie of cookies and then back to the fellow blondie, Ayame smiled to herself before she tossed them over to her. “Oy, catch!” She gave the girl a wide grin before turning back so that she was facing forwards.
….oh dear. Fatty-kun was down again. Ayame peered over the top of her desk, her face forming an ‘ow, that musta hurt’ kind of face. She looked back up at OB, an eyebrow raised. He was having fun with this, wasn’t he? She looked back down at Fatty-kun and sighed. Poor dude. Ayame tapped her pen on her desk, her foot dangling in beat. However, the pen soon slipped from her hand, landing underneath her desk with a soft clang. “Oopsie~” As she bent down to reclaim her writing utensil, Ayame’s eyes fell upon something sticking out from underneath the desk. Tilting her head sideways as curiosity bubbled up inside of her, Ayame reached under and plucked it off. She sat back up, holding the thing in her lap. Her nose scrunched up. What the hell? What the hell was this thing? She turned in over in her hand, inspecting it from every angle. Looked like some kind of key…like one of them hotel keycards…but just not one belonging to a hotel. ‘Weird…wonder what it opens to…’ And more importantly, what was something like this doing stuck to the bottom of a school desk? Ayame felt her mouth twitch upwards in sheer glee. She smelt an adventure.
"Answer me question and I'll let ya off with an A+ for asshole positive, boyo.... WHAT IS THE CAPITAL OF THE NO MAND'S LAND?!" Quickly stuffing the card into her messenger bag’s front pocket, Ayame turned to the still Pon-Pon holding Blond Bishie.
“Whose the poor soul this time?”
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Post by alec on Sept 14, 2009 22:48:35 GMT -5
Alec sighed from the back of the Black Sedan he was riding in "Why the heck do i need an escort to go to school I feel stupid" Alec muttered glaring at the 4 Bodyguards his father had assigned him "Your father only cares for your personal safety during your time here in Britannian Controlled Japan " One of the Body Guards said to him Alec rolled his eyes "Oh yeah he sure does he's the one who sent me here in the first place he could have just let me go to a regular school but noo he has to send me to Military Academys to become a soldier just like him destined to waste my life following orders for some reason i don't even know about" Alec said sarcastically before resting his cheek on his palm as he looked out the window at all the Britannians looking at the car with strange looks "Your Father just wants you to be sucessful in life sir" A Bodyguard said Alec sighed "Ya sure whatever you say" Alec muttered as the car stopped "I'm ordering all of you to only watch from a distance i don't want you breathing down my neck all the time" Alec said walking away into the Registration building "Understood sir" A Bodyguard said Alec rolled his eyes again "Thats exactly why i hate the military its like they don't have a mind of they're own" Alec muttered walking up the steps and into the building and up to the counter inside "Um Hello?" Alec said walking up to the counter A Short woman with glasses looked up from a newspaper she was reading "Oh hello you must be the new exchange student from Europe" The Woman said Alec smiled slightly "Ya thats me" Alec said handing her a small stack of paper work "Alright then here is your schedule and your first class in Mr. O.Brennen in the upstairs hallway room 101" The Woman said Alec nodded and left and headed toward his first class and was startled to hear gunshots inside "Ok well thats not strange at all" Alec muttered opening the door and stepping inside "Uh Hi is this Mr O'Brennen's Math Class" Alec said his Irish Accent slightly presenting itself when he was nervous
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Luella Vi Britannia
Britannian
Fourth Princess of the Imperial Family[M:2400]
?Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.?
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Post by Luella Vi Britannia on Nov 7, 2009 10:45:46 GMT -5
. "London to a brick, it's O' Brennen, not this O' Brennen-sensei, I am Irish-Australian, lassie." Luella hummed slightly as she leaned against her hand. Odd combo, Irish Australian, though it wasn’t a big deal she was a tad surprise of the combination of genetics. Sure she had met people with stranger genetic combinations but it seemed even if they shared one trait they looked completely different. “Odd thing genetics are.” She mumbled forgetting her fake voice for her normal one.
"Oy Jimbo! Stop goin' all iffy on me! I asked ya a question! Ya ain't dodgin' it!" "This'll be your punishment for defyin' m'authoriteh." Luella watched curiously as he pulled the shot gun out only to shoot the fat kid. She watched amused as he fell in agony. As she watched the kid roll around in agony her mind trailed off to other things. Her eyes somewhat clouded as she drifted off into her thoughts. So far she had collected decent amount of information. Now as to which rebellion group she’d sell it too she didn’t know yet. She’d sell it to the Black Knights of course, if they’d let her get close enough. She’d have to go searching tonight in the ghetto.
“Oy, catch!” Luella jolted out of her thoughts just in time to see something being thrown at her. Quickly she reached her hands out and managed to catch it before it hit the floor. Changed blue eyes scanned over the package before widening very slightly. These were…Ayame’s cookies. Her mind slowly processed this. How long had it been since she had tasted these…how long. Luella slowly, too slowly, brought the bag to her and opened it. Taking a cookie she slowly placed it in her mouth and chewed. Taking a large intake of air through her nose she savored it and swallowed. Now Luella could’ve just ripped them open and stuffed her face…could’ve. Instead she slowly took one at a time and savored the taste.
"Oy Dodgy, what do ya think yer doin'? Get in yer arse to the stool or else I'll pug yer arse with m'boomstick!""Answer me question and I'll let ya off with an A+ for asshole positive, boyo.... WHAT IS THE CAPITAL OF THE NO MAND'S LAND?!" Luella’s concentration broke as her ‘teacher’ screamed at the boy she had noticed earlier. And it seemed another late student. Poor fool. “Whose the poor soul this time?”
"Uh Hi is this Mr O'Brennen's Math Class" Luella watched as another student entered and shook her head. “Yep you’re in the right class.” She replied going back to her other voice.
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Post by jonny on Nov 7, 2009 15:50:41 GMT -5
This was what Jonny got for making one small trip to the classroom to collect a few things - a shotgun to the face. Loaded with safety rounds probably, but who knew in this whacked up regime of Britannia's? "Answer me question and I'll let ya off with an A+ for asshole positive, boyo.... WHAT IS THE CAPITAL OF THE NO MAND'S LAND?!" Now that was a pretty stupid question now wasn't it? No man's land was a location on the battlefield, not a country. But since he wanted "A for asshole"... "Capital of no man's land? Why of course its ''Pile O' corpses''. Didn't you know? And my name ain't dodgy - its Jonny. You were close though. Plus so you know - I'm not a full time student, I'm a resident of the school. Sure I have to attend at least two full days, but for the rest of the week I'm allowed to freely roam - and I decided I'd take lessons tomorrow, just needed to collect some things. Now if you'll excuse, I'm off to collect them from my desk, and I think you'll have to pick up the pieces of your illegal weapon from the floor." Jonny snickered slightly as he shoved the screwdriver back into his pocket, having pulled it out and using it on the apparent teacher's shotgun - which should fall to bits momentarily if he'd done it right.
Walking to his desk he found it occupied by someone - a girl even. Hair seemed familiar, almost as if... You had to be kidding. "You know considering what you told me, I'd find it odd you'd turn up in a place where one slip of the tongue would ruin your fun. But anyways, how were the nachos Ayame?" He barely held back from bursting out laughing - the third princess was right here in his school. Priceless. He'd been partly responsible for saving her elder sister from falling off a Ferris wheel one time in Clovisland - the very incident that had actually caused the damage to his Glasgow which he sought to repair. "You're sitting my seat y'know, so I hope you don't mind if I get some things out." He told her as he pulled the chair back, the panda bear loving princess still in it. He then opened up the draw, pulling out the bag inside. He checked the contents to make sure it still had everything. Lets see... Welding Torch, check. Spanner, check. Circuits, check. It was the last one he'd actually needed, though the others would prove useful too.
He took a look out the window, the class was on the second floor - not much of a jump. Though he didn't want to leave Ayame immediately, they had quite a lot to catch up on. But he couldn't leave his knightmare damaged for much longer - and he certainly wouldn't get the chance to fix it up tomorrow, cause then he actually would be doing lessons. So, he needed a compromise... "Might wanna keep your hands on that chair." He laughed as he slung on the bag, then lifted up the chair, whilst Ayame was still on it! It was times like these he was thankful for Izumi's training and his own body workout kits. "Geronimo!" He said as he leaped at the window, kicking the glass to pieces, and then dropping down onto one of the less thorn filled hedges. Living here did come with its advantages or knowing the layout. Of course, even with his training and physique, that didn't mean he was completely fine after just dropping about 1 or 2 floors with a person sitting on a chair he was carrying. He'd have a few bruises later on, to say the least. However, in all honesty, the adrenaline from the jump was getting him pumped. "Ohhryaaaaa!" He yelled as he dashed inside, chair still being carried. He skidded to a halt in front of the elevator, and put down the chair for an instant to pull out the keycard, punch in the code, and for the elevator's doors to open up. The actual elevator had been there the entire time, of course it would be, noone else but him had one of the keycards as far as he knew. He then dragged the chair (and hopefully its occupant as well) into the elevator, the doors of which closed shut before anyone would be able to follow. Heck, it'd be unlikely anyone from his class would've gotten down the stairs fast enough to see where he went. He panted heavily, such a rather simple routine became a real workout when you added in about 5-6 stones of britannian princess. "When... when we get to the bottom, remember to say 'Ganymede'."
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Post by Touya Sakamoto on Feb 20, 2012 12:29:54 GMT -5
-Thread Finished-
Akatsuki Jun: (1718 Words, Normal RP) - 182 EXP, 182 Credits [+10] Gerard O' Brennen: (1724 Words, Normal RP) - 183 EXP, 183 Credits [+10] Luella Vi Britannia: (2023 Words, Normal RP) - 213 EXP, 213 Credits [+10] Ayame Li Britannia (2354 Words, Normal RP) - 246 EXP, 246 Credits [+10] Jonny Doberski: (1108 Words, Normal RP) - 111 EXP, 111 Credits [0] Alec Anders: (381 Words, Normal RP) - 39 EXP, 39 Credits [0]
Thread will be moved, and changes noted.
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