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Post by veronica on Apr 2, 2009 19:38:05 GMT -5
 Veronica showed up about an hour early to an empty classroom, notes completely organized, hair brushed until trying to find a strand out of place would probably earn a prize on a Japanese game show, and she had a killer casual teaching getup meticulously smoothed out and perfectly fitting. She wanted to appeal to... whatever teens these days wore. It scared her to think that she had to ask that question, after all she was only in her twenties. Veronica balanced her piping hot Caffè Macchiato (which would have been unbearable to carry if she hadn't hardened her palm and fingertips) on her desk, her other arm struggling to carry two sleek binders, a daybook, her purse, a stack of papers she had to get done, a textbook and a textbook companion. For all her organization, the pile of things were just plopped onto the desk. It was her first day actually teaching at the academy, and she had no idea how this would be like. She didn't generally have a high opinion of anyone under the age of nineteen, and hoped that spitballs and paper airplanes had gone out of style. Although here, the paper airplanes would fly in impossible angles, and the spitballs would probably be electrically charged. Veronica turned over to the vast, empty chalkboard with a sigh, trying to check her blind spots as much as she would a car before writing in huge, chalk letters.
Ms. Park
Personal Growth and Power Theory
Assignment to be handed out
She turned back around to face the rows and rows of computers and desk space. Everything could be mechanically cleared away to reveal a large space for practical application. Feeling heart-breakingly nervous, Veronica sank in her chair to wait and see what her class looked like. |
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Apr 3, 2009 21:48:40 GMT -5
Locke was the first to arrive, as it was with most classes. He was back in the academy, he might as well take it upon himself to show up for the classes as usual.
He didn't recognize the teacher, but knew a class like this would be very useful for him, even more so because he was wearing his 'battle dress' today, as his father put it after Locke explained his new trick. He smirked a bit, thinking about it. He hadn't worked on it at all lately, he'd been very busy, but now he would have a chance to try it out and test it out for real, this should be very interesting. Plus, you never know, maybe he would see other people he knew.
He noticed the tutor in the room, and nodded to her with a half smile. More a greeting then anything with real emotion in it. He moved around the class and began analyzing parts of the classroom. It was meticulously set up, that either meant she was a neat freak who liked having things a certain way, or she was new.
50/50/90 as they said. Instead of wasting time guessing, he moved over to one of the many seats and placed down his bag, and then began starting up the computer.
Maybe they still had his files here?
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on Apr 7, 2009 17:06:39 GMT -5
Personal Growth. Power. These words piqued a very small, heavily buried part of Kara. She was a selfish creature who served no one but her, and you wouldn't know it from looking at her, but she was power-hungry. She wanted to be renowned for something before she died (a date she believed was firmly scheduled in November of this year), but with such little time she didn't know what on earth it could be that would make a difference.
Sure, she had been captured by mad scientists. And yes, it was inadvertently her fault that the entire academy moved the a new location. But no one knew any of these things. Kara hadn't told a soul what happened. She hadn't let the blame (or the fame) fall on herself. And it was because she also shied away from the spotlight. The quiet beauty was no attention-seeking animal. Some sick, counter-balancing part of her wanted to keep everything away, while at the same time a part of her wanted to explode and share herself with everyone. It was easy to realize which side of her was more dominant.
So... despite her conflicting inner self, Kara attended class. She sat down quietly, turned on a monitor, and slipped her headphones into the correct port. She then proceeded to a music website and let the classical piano wash over her. She put her head on the desk and grew still.
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on Apr 14, 2009 19:30:41 GMT -5
For the whole first half of the school year, Kellan had been on time to a total of four classes. For some reason she just couldn't seem to get to class at the scheduled time. It wasn't because she overslept - she was always up at least an hour or two before her first class started. There just always seemed to be something that had to distract her on the way to class. A phone call that she just had to take, searching her room for her text books, or finishing up an assignment that was due for the next class. Whatever the problem was, it was never her fault. At least that's what she liked to tell herself.
This term, she decided, was going to be different. There were only a couple more months until graduation and she didn't want to do anything that would put her graduation status in jeopardy. Since the new term started up in January, she had only been late for two classes, and she was determined not to make today number three.
Kellan couldn't help but smirk to herself when she entered the classroom to find that not only had she made it to class on time, but had gotten there early. The blonde found a seat a few spaces away from Kara. She didn't bother turning on the computer at her desk. Instead she turned toward the door, waiting to see if Jon or one of her other friends would come through or if she'd be forced to spend the next hour with some young kid and the girl who never talked to anyone.
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Post by Peyton Howard. on Apr 15, 2009 12:12:04 GMT -5
Peyton's face was the picture of misery. She couldn't claim to hate school, but most of the time, it was all very close. The whole education gig just really wasn't her thing; she was waiting it out until the middle of the year till she could get her High School diploma. After, which would be after the after of tanning in LA and vacationing in Amsterdam; she would probably stick it out with her friends, or the ones that remained anyway, and would most likely venture into sales, or corporate sales if she was looking to go bigger than American Gangster.
Despite the blatant shoot-me-now air she possessed, she was hardly ever tardy, and this class was no exception, although she honestly couldn't fathom how this was all going to make her more powerful or whatever; could it make her weed more serious or what?
Dragging her feet and wearing the biggest pout and her favorite hoodie (the one Pharrell Williams honest-to-God touched), the girl entered the classroom, expression less than thrilled. Catching sight of the board and the word 'assignment,' the urge to bolt had never been stronger, but Peyton breathed deeply and tried not to scrunch the single sheet of paper in her hand. Shaking her head and trying not to stall, she moved toward the other side of Kellan, intent on using the blonde as a buffer between herself and the rest of the students in the room.
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Post by Duke Bell. on Apr 18, 2009 7:11:45 GMT -5
Sometimes, Duke didn't know why he still attended school, much less The Academy. Maybe he was a little full of himself to think that he didn't need anymore education in his life; there would be plenty more time for all the useless scholarly stuff when he was older, when enough time had passed so that he didn't have much of a choice left as to what to do with himself. He was thinking of putting it all off for a century or so; then, everyone he could possibly know, would have passed on, and after that, there wouldn't be much else left. Or, if not a century, he was expecting his current lifestyle to burn him out. Maybe when he had done all there was to do, when he had run the raucousness out of his nature, maybe he would come to find some quiet in study. Maybe, but it wasn't likely.
All the same, he came, without fail ever, for many reasons. Mostly because who he was, and while he liked to think that he was too cool for anything, he took more pride in the inevitable knowledge that he would not be a college dropout; partly because the teacher, or newbies, had that possibility of being hot, if anyone asked, and secretly, because there were people he wanted to see, that he wouldn't see otherwise, like Rebel for instance, and his ex-best friend for another.
He entered, almost hesitantly, but that would be for anyone who didn't know him. Duke Vaughn-Bell, if he was going by his full name for maximum effect, wasn't ever hesitant, and while he didn't enjoy being there, he would brave it, just like he braved everything else. Lecture pad and two pens in hand, he chose to sit near the windows, two rows behind Kellan and Peyton, hiding his glower with his Tiffany-esque glasses.
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Post by bishop on Apr 20, 2009 9:14:45 GMT -5
Of course, it was Bishop that followed after the sour Englishman. He had tried to avoid it, after seeing Duke coming from the opposite direction at the end of the hallway, but it would have looked ridiculous and insulting for him to turn and wait behind the corner. He hadn't been able to discern what the other boy's mood was behind the dark glasses, but Bishop had kept his gaze adrift anyway, and tried to go on as if nothing was amiss. He supposed such was life; school was never really right if someone wasn't fighting with someone else, and really, if ever there were auditions for the most beautiful, mindless and warring school ever, a second Gossip Girl perhaps, he figured The Academy would take it, no stops.
He was different though. Apart from his one indiscretion, which was ever being friends with Duke, he could consider himself to be a good kid. He went to class, got good grades, did well in sports and could be counted on; he was that guy, that tall, silent one that people fancied themselves fixing, only most times, he wasn't sure there was anything left to work on. He wasn't broken, he wasn't a closet-romantic, he was just plain; paper-cut and easy, two-tone and without a lot of fuss.
It made sense that he was perhaps the most organized, while looking the least prepared (not including Peyton). He entered the classroom, eyes flicking to the clock to note that there was still a few minutes before commencement, before glancing at the teacher and nodding politely at her in greeting. He chose to sit on the other side of the room to Duke, and out of the boy's peripheral. Placing his book, thin folder and small collection of pens beside his monitor, he logged on and promptly refrained from doing anything else, patiently waiting for more people, hopefully those he knew.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Apr 27, 2009 13:02:30 GMT -5
Skye came into class, her spring ensemble accentuating her dancer's curves. Her sandals clicked the way they always did, and when she arrived she immediately scanned the room for her blonde friend, Elliot. However, not seeing her, Skye's face fell just a little before she opted for a spot a couple seats from Bishop, placing her purse on the chair between them to save it for Elliot, should she arrive later.
The Italian girl shook her mouse until the computer woke up, and she typed in the name she had learned was hers from last class. Logged in, Skye started surfing some fashion sites, trying to figure out what brand the teacher was wearing. In another window she had a Fiatt website open, as well as local Italian restaurants (she still hadn't heard from Aaron, who promised to take her to one with some of his friends).
She turned her attention to the map and found the place where she met the boy at the hotel. She clicked the hotel to learn more about it, and smiled fondly at her memories. She'd played a harmless little trick on him, and his perseverence to pursue her was more than admirable.
She adjusted the flower accessory in her hair and fluffed it back, peeking over her monitor at the teacher to see if she was beginning class.
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Post by Ҩ Jonathan Empris on Apr 29, 2009 9:05:43 GMT -5
Jon was late. Or at least later than usual. He liked to show up early to his classes to make sure he wouldn't miss anything, however today he scurried in just before the bell rang. This was because of Kenneth, who was at the school, searching for Kellan. After swearing that she wasn't in his class, Ken relented and went looking elsewhere. Jon didn't think it was wise to tell a potential kidnapper where his victim was. He'd figure it out soon enough though. There weren't too many classes today.
"Hey Kellan!" He said brightly, if a bit nervously. He sat down in the seat next to her, and started removing his books from his bag.
"Oh uh... just as a heads-up, Ken's looking for you," he told her, rolling his eyes, "Not-so-quietly either." He knew the 'why doesn't he call me?' question would be looming around the corner, and he answered it before it could be voiced, "He broke his phone the other night. It's a uh... a really long story."
It had been a test of Kenneth's strength against Dorian's speed, and Dorian won. Ken hurled the closest thing he could get his hands on at Dorian's head and Dorian dodged it. The phone went flying by and right into the wall of Kenneth's new appartment, leaving a hole and the many pieces of a broken cellular device lodged in it. That was when Jon declared he had an early class in the morning and had to leave.
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Post by Kellan Grace Callahan on Apr 29, 2009 22:58:32 GMT -5
Kellan was more than thrilled when Jon came into the classroom and took the empty seat beside her. She hadn’t seen much of him lately and she had been thinking about him for a while now.
“Hmm, I was beginning to think you had dropped off the face of the earth. Gotten attacked by wild dogs or something. Either that or you were just ignoring me for some reason No offense, but I was kind of hoping for the dogs. At least that way I would’ve known you weren’t ditching me,” she joked.
Kellan’s expression quickly turned from joy to worry when Jon told her that Kenneth was at school looking for her. She turned to the door, half expecting to see her over-the-top boyfriend dramatically burst into the classroom and make some kind of spectacle. She definitely wouldn’t put it past him.
“Ugh, I don’t even want to know how that happened,” she said with a roll of her eyes. She was sure it was another one of their ‘boys will be boys’ stories. “So what have you been up to?” she asked Jon, turning away from the door. “I mean, besides ignoring me, obviously.”
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Post by Ҩ Jonathan Empris on May 1, 2009 13:13:14 GMT -5
"The dogs would be a close guess," Jon joked, referring to his two best friends as canines. He chuckled at Kellan's ranting over being ignored and he apologized.
"I'm really sorry. I was trying to find Morgan for a while, but I'd be lying if I said that took up all my time. Finals aren't that far away!" Only Jon could legitimately say he'd been studying for days on end. Kellan wasn't the only person who rarely saw him. The entire world was deprived of Jon when he was in study-mode.
"I've been forming a plan for world peace," Jon answered her 'what have you been up to?' question secretively, "It's taken a while, but I've figured it out. It involves two steps. The first is enlarging all the crops in the world so they can be mass-distributed, and the second is more interracial babies."
Was it that obvious he stole the concept from Ken? Oh well, he was grinning like a kid, because Kellan was better than Christmas. He didn't realize how much he missed his friend until now, and for the first time in a looong time, he sort of wanted to skip class.
"Soo... what have you been up to?"
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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on May 1, 2009 21:01:37 GMT -5
A gust of wind flew past the door frame as one very eccentric New Yorker flew into the room. Stopping on a dime in front of the room, Leo glanced around. Guy, girl, girl, cat-thing, guy, guy, teacher, crap.
And then he felt a weight in his chest, oh he didn't think he'd be in this situation for a while, if ever.
In this room there was Skye, whom he'd spent an afternoon hitting on.
And in this room was Kara, who he was maybe dating?
Oh this was going to get ugly really fast.
Images of the entire room exploding from a torrent of Kara's emotional upheaval filled his mind, as he stood in front of the class room, for the first time completely lost on what to do. And so he stood, almost dumbfounded.
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Post by ĸara вelova★ on May 1, 2009 23:42:08 GMT -5
Leo was being paranoid. Kara didn't even see the boy come in. Her head was down and she was listening to her music, concentrating on the song so she could block out what everyone else was feeling. She didn't want to feel Locke's cynical intellect, or Kellan's upbeat mood. She didn't need to feel Peyton's depression, Duke's arrogance, or Bishop's forced indifference. And she really didn't want to feel Skye's femininity or Jon's eagerness to learn. The summary in which, Kara was totally and blissfully unaware of the boy's presence. He was free to sneak by her unnoticed, and she would be none the wiser. Even if she did sense his overconfident aura, she wouldn't look his way.
Kara was wierd like that.
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Post by harry on May 2, 2009 11:07:50 GMT -5
No one had asked him where he'd been for the past six months, and unlike six months ago, that didn't upset him. Harry Otter really had disappeared after their first World History class. He'd never been much for school, and he had his three attempts at graduating secondary school as proof of that fact. Higher education didn't seem to mesh with him either, and in spite of his difficulties, that wasn't why Harry had done a runner. He was something of a closet musician, and not very good at it. He'd tried his hand at touring, and while he wasn't too bad and composing music and lyrics, and performing them, it was just that he had some trouble putting it all together. His part-time manager had suggested he go back to school and actually learn something of value before going back on the road again, and it hadn't taken Harry very much to agree.
He felt different, he was different; a little lighter, a little new. The unstable boy from his childhood and immediate adolescent days was a shadow of who he was now. Some days, those rare days, he could still fly off the handle at the smallest thing, but otherwise he was all together together. And while he might not have been spectacular on his first go, playing rockstar had been more freeing than anything, and he found his self-diagnosed depression to be incomparable. He would miss it, flying, having other people know the words to his songs, but he figured he could do this, playing normal.
He looked mild, almost completely at ease, when he walked into the classroom, just on time. Walking around Leo, he chose to sit on the less crowded side of the room, behind the girl with headphones. Putting his bag on the floor beside him, Harry waited for the class to begin, and to see, maybe, if his one and only friend would show up too.
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Post by Skye Malizia on May 3, 2009 10:06:14 GMT -5
"Leo?" Skye squinted, although she had 20/20 vision, to make sure that it was him. She had no idea he went to her school! She waved with that smile of hers and encouraged him to come sit in the spot she hadn't reserved with her purse for Elliot. "Leo!"
If Elliot was a no-show, she at least wanted someone she was familiar with sitting close by. And although the boy to her left was by no means ugly, he was still a stranger, and that meant trying to introduce herself while the teacher was talking. Skye had been making friends left, right, and center, and although it was fun, it could also be exhausting. Let today be a 'chill with existing friends' day. She gestured for Leo to come sit with her, patting the computer to her right.
He must have some special power. Oh no! He's going to ask me what mine is! Maybe he won't realize... trick on him the other day... but the mischevious girl was already thinking of clever things she could do with him and his computer. Skye usually wasn't the one to initiate trouble, but Leo was just a lot of fun to prank - he gave her every desireable reaction a trickster could hope for. Skye's smile turned devilish, which did nothing to hinder her natural beauty.
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