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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 8:37:40 GMT -5
{Okay good to know lol}
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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 8:39:23 GMT -5
[ Tim's interior monologue is probably 'he gonna mug me' whenever he is in Kry's class. What does Kry teach.
I 150% would rather not be awake right now. Ugh. ]
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Post by xσxσJα∂є on Jan 30, 2017 8:48:07 GMT -5
(I'm all done with my forms. I hope they're okay??)
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 8:51:06 GMT -5
I'll look them over when I get home
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 9:00:02 GMT -5
Mackenzie let out a small yelp of surprise at the sound of beads clattering to the floor. She jumped a little in surprise and turned around to where she heard the noise. She was immediately greeted with a flustered Kahil and what she assumed was the remains of his project in his hand. Her eyes were wide in surprise and for a few moments was frozen to the spot. His words stung, even if she didn't know what he said, it sounded like an insult. She would have liked to say it's not an insult if she didn't know what it meant. Mackenzie bit her tongue though, she knew he was merely upset at the incident. "I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to mess you up." She quickly got down on her hands and knees and started picking up the beads thay she contributed - in an odd sense - to dropping. Once she gather the beads in her cupped hand, Mackenzie stood up and held out her hand for him to take the beads. She should have knocked or...something to alert whoever was in here that someone was coming in. But would that disturb them just as much wouldn't it? It never ends, there was always something.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 9:03:35 GMT -5
how would Mackenzie know what Kahil was saying e-e
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 9:05:23 GMT -5
True, let me change that
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Rainbow
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Post by ʟız on Jan 30, 2017 9:50:26 GMT -5
—Jason Travieso
Seattle was a wasteland. When it wasn’t raining, it looked like it would rain. It never truly felt hot, even in the summer, and was ever colder in the later months—“tan fría como mi alma” Jason states blankly—huddled in a jacket, chapped lips pursed. An annoyed look crossing his features as the bitter cold wind slapped him in his face as though to say “f⬛k you, in particular, Jason Travieso” stopping said young man outside the Seattle Memorial Library.
Jason was several shades darker than most ‘northerners’, making him a little harder to see in the fading light and the casted shadows of the building if it weren’t for the dusty brown faux leather jacket he wears. He has a look his mother described once as “exotic”. His light eyes watched the interior of a café with insignificant interest, a grimace crossing his bored expression as more wind rushed onto his face, biting his skin.
He huffed, knowing full well that he had a book report due in two weeks, and he hadn’t chosen the book yet. Although Jason was planning on going to his usual ‘book report’ list and pile in his room, including titles like Pride and Prejudice, Lord of the Rings, and Hamlet—Jason always was looking for new reading materials to analyze the s⬛t out of and write snide comments on the analogies and symbolism the author hid within.
“Aw hell.” Another gust of wind, Jason dashed up the steps two at a time; entering the library with a sigh of relief. The warm air buffeted against him, instantly making the large, heavy jacket become overbearing against his lithe frame. Jason gave a slight wave to the librarian—Mrs. Cannavale, a sweetheart—before ascending the staircase towards the adult literature section, ocean eyes shining with a familiar sparkle from the warm-yellow lights above and adoration for the building itself.
Eliza was already in the library, studying for her Chemistry test and getting ready for a book project her English teacher had told them about. She saw someone come in -- she forgot his name-- and smiled slightly. Turning back around, she saw a mess of books and papers. Feeling unorganized, she took a deep breath and sorted the books by class. Next were the papers, sorting them by class as well. She started with Chemistry, almost done. Eliza needed another book for English after she was done, and went to the adult literature where Jason happened to be.
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Post by Ace on Jan 30, 2017 10:58:11 GMT -5
Kahil arched a brow when she flinched at his words. Awh. He had hurt her. He was about to make everything worse with some sort of condescending comment, but then the white girl made things worse all on her own. He witnessed with his own two eyes; this girl get down on her knees and start shuffling around on the floor, trying to gather all those minuscule coloured beads together and into her hand. And Kahil, being the absolute jerk he was, didn't even make a move to help. Simply watched on with an incredulous look in those dark eyes of his, breath caught in his chest and brow furrowed even lower than usual. He held a hand out underneath hers for her to drop the beads into. The situation was so comically ridiculous, all the dangerous anger that had been bubbling just beneath the surface of 'Kahil' had relaxed a bit. Not because it had decided to spare her but because it didn't know where to go first. "Watch yourself, mumaxla. Jesus."
i have no idea what kry teaches. any suggestions?
also I feel you it's nearly 8 in the morning but I just got back from Vegas yesterday and I'm not up for it))
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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 11:10:33 GMT -5
[ I'll reply once I move locations~
Hmm. His profile screams 'scary looking ' but I don't know Kry's personality. So it's a matter of irony or realism: irony being he teaches home economics or English and is really into the 'being a great teacher besides looking like he could kill' or realism-to-his-description you just make him the scary PE teacher or I don't know what other classes are scary besides PE and math, maybe ]
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Post by Ace on Jan 30, 2017 11:14:23 GMT -5
Nah it's definitely realism he does his best to be scary at all times Hm. Maybe he could do something with music A Whiplash situation Just the scariest, most serious of all music teachers, will literally chuck a drumstick at you if you don't practice.))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 11:14:45 GMT -5
Spencer Wrey ;;He had been stretching from his seat, as he finished stretching, his blue eyes caught Hartford’s greeting. The tatted man smiled and waved at him in a subtle, but firtatious way. The sophomore, Nolwenn, turned around to see who he was waving at, and Spencer slightly blushed. Hartford definitely wasn’t shy to flirting out front in public.
Spencer smiled at Hartford, also adding a shy wave as he was called back to work. He grabbed a rag and the bottle spray to wipe down the tables and take any trash away. As he wiped down the tables, his hair bounced a little to his movements.
He couldn’t help but be a little distracted at Hartford’s flirting, for he’d never been flirted at by a male, but Spencer decided that it was okay, and he felt a little bit embarrassed at his own motions back.
Really? A timid wave? Nice, Spencer. Hartford;; { at The Dot Cafe } When Hartford flirted, he never really took the other person's orientation into account because, frankly, it didn't really matter to him. A person could call themselves straight and be completely gay with no one knowing, so why would he not flirt with a person because of what they labeled themselves? And of course he wasn't going to try to hide his flirting from other people - if something happened, people would find out one way or another so it made no sense to hide it in the early stages Honestly, Hartford knew that Spencer had never had any boyfriends - he definitely would have made note of that. But again, it was just some harmless flirting in a coffeehouse, nothing more to it.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 11:15:26 GMT -5
Nah it's definitely realism he does his best to be scary at all times Hm. Maybe he could do something with music A Whiplash situation Just the scariest, most serious of all music teachers, will literally chuck a drumstick at you if you don't practice.)) IM SCREAMING I LOVE WHIPLASH SO MUCH PLEASE DOX ME
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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 11:25:14 GMT -5
[ that sounds like my creative writing/English teacher. He threw twelve pens at me over the course of the entire and only year of school I went to public school. Why? Because I would talk in class without really being given permission, I understood every analogy he made to superheroes and movies and gave him equal analogies and one time I compared Batman to some kid in this book we were reading after he compared his friend to Superman (the protagonist) and I had a pen chucked at me because I asked if that means I can write my book report on the similarities in literature and comic on a story-perspective ]
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Post by Ace on Jan 30, 2017 11:28:36 GMT -5
Awesome he sounds so extra i love extra))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 11:48:17 GMT -5
Ace that's why you love me shades my 6th grade math teacher would take your book and throw it outside if you were reading it in his class. I loved him, we're still really close friends and friends on facebook lmao. also, my best memory from his class is when he was teaching us to divide fractions. he compared it to people in coffins and in his example of how it all worked, he asked someone to HYPOTHETICALLY jump on his back. the kid actually jumped on his f-cking back and Mr. Morgan threw him like halfway across the room. it was great. also I was in art in 6th grade and I made a really ugly black pot because I had messed it up and I didn't want it so I gave it to him and he said, "great, now I can defend myself if anyone ever tries to kill me." fast forward to now when I'm a sophomore and I went to visit him, he goes, "I just found out last week that in the case of a lockdown, if someone comes into the room and I need to protect myself and the students, I can throw things at them. you know what the first thing I'm gonna throw is? that fugly black pot. thank you, Alex"
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 11:50:00 GMT -5
also new character for me hello @blubberywhales my new character has a crush on Mackenzie, btw
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 11:50:47 GMT -5
{Which character is it? Lol}
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 11:51:41 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 12:04:46 GMT -5
{I mean, if she wants to have a crush on her she can, but Kenzie isn't gay}
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 12:07:10 GMT -5
doesn't matter to me lol like I said above in Hartford's post, ' A person could call themselves straight and be completely gay with no one knowing, so why would he not flirt with a person because of what they labeled themselves'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 12:18:46 GMT -5
Like i said above *shrug*
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 12:19:38 GMT -5
I mean I'm not gonna change it, this is a dramatic rp so there needs to be some drama y'know
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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 12:20:10 GMT -5
—Jason Travieso
Jason heavily weighed the books between him—The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra. Both of which on his classical literature list, both of which he knew he could read and enjoy. Bright eyes stared at both worn copies of the book in his hands, debating on taking both home. He twisted his head to the approaching footfalls of Eliza Marrin—she was a year below him grade-wise, her own eyes bright like his; however hers were likened to the falling snow of the north and his to ocean and sunny beaches of the south.
“Psst. Amiga.” He held up the two hardcover copies, eying her slightly, noting the ungodly amount of intelligence she seemed to hold, and counting the freckles across her cheeks—relating them to the constellations he only sees when beyond the city. “¿cuál libro? Which book? I have a book report to write. Not sure if I should go for venganza, revenge. Or sátira, satire.” Jason wiggled the books as he spoke of them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 12:21:15 GMT -5
No I'm not asking you to change it, I'm just letting you know
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 12:21:37 GMT -5
jason is in looooove jason and eliza, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g
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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 12:26:18 GMT -5
[ Jason and Shades love freckles. like give me a cute girl or guy with freckles and I will cry an ungodly amount. also Jason is being polite right now- his dripping sarcasm is my favorite and i seriously have a list of witty comments that i use for characters like Jason. ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 30, 2017 12:30:01 GMT -5
Bryony;; { in the art room with Kahil and Mackenzie } Bryony wasn't really the artistic type unless it came to her grade. Quite stupidly she had signed up for art as one of her electives that year with the promise that it was easy and the teacher was understanding - neither of those things were true. So now, at almost the end of the marking quarter, she was left with a low D. This caused her to go to the art room after school to hash things out with the instructor, which really didn't go well. However, she exited the teacher's room with all the collection she had entered with. Nothing was really able to phase her anymore, especially in the way of b-tchy teachers. Not realizing the mess she had walked into until it was too late, Bryony stepped directly on a bead and let out a loud curse which resulted in a reprimand from the art instructor. "Oh, screw off!" she yelled before turning back to face Kahil and Mackenzie. "'Ey, leave her alone, will ya?"
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Post by shades on Jan 30, 2017 12:40:15 GMT -5
[ I don't wanna go to class. Ugh. At least not Stats. I can do cognitive and child psychology. just not stats. the horror of math! i'll die! i swear! ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 12:43:06 GMT -5
Mackenzie tried to quickly give him the beads, not wanting to be anywhere near Kahil right now. He had this way of being...intimidating. And not just every now and then, all the time. So she couldn't expect him to go easy on her even if they had no quarrels. Well, maybe now they do. Her head quickly turned to look in the direction she heard the voice of Bryony. Mackenzie shook her head at what Bryony said. "No...he's not wrong to be mad. I did mess him up..." Her voice got quieter slowly as she spoke. She appreciated Bryony's efforts to help though. "Thank you though Bryony." She said this a little louder than her last statement, as she knew this shouldn't upset anyone. Mackenzie looked back at Kahil though with confusion Crossing her features, making her eyes look slightly misted. "What does that mean anyway? That word, you've used it twice."
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