sorry for being so slow, although by the looks of it I didnt miss much =] hooray! Anyways, I has the cold. So my writing will be even worse than usual >
Sky laughed at the clone's antics, and sat down in the chair next to Adam. He immediately begin leaning back on it, using his knees against the desk to rock it back and forth.
"Nothing much, I just took a detour, that's all." He smiled. He looked over at the other students in the room. They all seemed to be making a lot of noise, with no teacher in sight.
Looks like this'll be a fun year. He thought happily to himself, still rocking on the chair.
As he sat listening to the noise, he heard someone mention 'cuts.' Cuts? Because of the budget thing? Naaah, they wouldn't really close down clubs. He dismissed it as a rumour, and turned his head back to Adam.
"So, do we have practise today?"
Occult club? Marcus had always been sort of curious about all of that dark mystic stuff, though this girl had obviously taken it several steps further than he'd ever even thought about. Maybe he could ally with the occult club through her? Marcus though that'd be cool, not to mention a damned lot better than being on the receiving end of one of their occult-y curses. He'd leave that thought for later.
He turned his head to look at her. He didn't want to give Shiki anything much to wander into a huge conversation with herself about but it was probably inevitable; she was giggling and grinning and laughing her weird laugh almost every time she opened her mouth. She was a half-annoying, half-fascinating enigma of a girl.
"Me? Well, not too much about me to be honest; just your average sort of guy who likes a non-average number of things. I do whatever I feel like doing, talk to whoever I feel like talking to, usual things like that. Joined the gaming club too... You probably already guessed that though, huh?"
"Crowshaw do what now!" Said the shocked senior, having skipped the welcome assembly. "Well thats just silly, I mean how would they even decide what clubs to cut. Besides even if they do cut the clubs it wouldn't be to big a deal." said Booster.
He frowned at Boosters reaction. "Your aways the optomist, huh? Well maybe you wot be bothered that much by it. Science has twice as many members as things like Art or Drama so I assume the small frys are gonna go first" he said with a shrug.
"But then there's the really big hitters like Occult..." he said as he looked across the room and saw Shiki slapping proper science and common sense in the face with her magic portals. "Who thought that would be one of the biggest clubs here? Kinda says alot about the places we live in now, huh?"
Lulu started tapping his feet. He opened his palms and a drum stick appeared in each of them, he then started playing the air-drum. He moved fast and smoothly, you could almost hear the beat even though no sound was coming from him. He then started singing 'Aura beam'. "Na na na na! Na na na na! Na na na na! Na na na na! Na na na na! I want to beat them like they did in team Reoh..."
Na na na na!
Na na na na!
Na na na na!
Na na na na!
Na na na na! I want to beat them like they did in team Reoh
Face punch face kick trap set trap sprung then it's 'We've won lets now go!' I love it!
All I do is just believe in Aura inside! And then I use my focus punch and they are on the floor!
Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa wha wha wha wha whoa!
Ain't no surprise got hit in the eyes!
Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa wha wha wha wha whoa!
Ain't no surprise got hit in the eyes!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
My fame is on the line, I gotta win!
They'll learn to run as the see my aura beam! I'm badass!
Haunter roulette is not the same without Doom seeds!
But seen as we've run out I must make do without one! Sucks!
Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa wha wha wha wha whoa!
Ain't no surprise got hit in the eyes!
Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa wha wha wha wha whoa!
Ain't no surprise got hit in the eyes!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
I won't lose to the evils 'cus they're weakling! An I've got all of my friends!
I'm not evil I'm harsh with my trainin'
Met this Squirtle named Izumi, and he is cocky!
And he's so so weak, so so weak. Check him he thinks he's tough!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Can't survive, can't survive! No, they can't beat my Aura beam!
I don't want to be a weakling!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
Au au au aura beam! Au au aura beam!
Na na na na!
Remember that? The times I tortured you with my bad song writing? Those were good times...
"Ya, I think so." said Adam, with his sunglasses off, leaning back into his chair and holding a portable mirror in front of him. "Coach is probably gonna run us ragged as usual. Seeing as how we're probably gonna get the usual number of Freshies who join and then quit after the first week."
Adam put the mirror down and looked toward Sky, "So, do you still plan on maintaing your reputation for falling asleep in every class? Seriously, how did you manage to nap during Gym?"
Sky grinned, looking a little sheepish. "Well hey, it's not my fault the teacher went on about cricket for 10 minutes. That wall was weirdly comfortable though..." He yawned and stretched his arms out.
"I wonder how many Freshies will manage to stick the team this year. We've had the same guys for almost 2 years now." Sky wondered aloud, before resting his head on his hands and yawning again.
"I hope we get a relaxed teacher.. I feel a nap coming on."
"A free spirit huh? You do what you want? Talk to who you want? Like what you want? Just like me!" She laughed again. "And the gaming club, huh? I like to play a few games myself. And I DID have a hunch about it. But just a small hunch." She chuckled and opened another one of the gaps above her head, lowered it over her head, and it came out, upside down, on top of his head, so now her hair was drooping over his face. "So! What kind of special things can you do, huh?"
Sadly, the user Safe in the Dark has been kicked from the RP after being given fair warning. We will be selecting someone else to take his place as soon as possible.
After a less than successful attempt at finding someone to socialise with, Christoph took it upon himself to find a place that would be crowded. He had a place called Homeroom mentioned, and decided that would be an ideal location. An unsuspecting student walked past Christoph. Christoph snapped his fingers, attracting their attention.
"You there! I demand that you show me to Homeroom!"
The student raised an eyebrow, before picking Christoph up, kicking him over and shouting "That way, genius!". Christoph pulled himself from the ground.
"How rude! My Father would be disgusted if he knew what kind of an establishment he'd forced me to attend..."
Christoph followed the directions he'd been given, and soon ended up at the door. Boldly, Christoph opened the door and screamed out.
"It is I, Christoph Williams!"
Christoph imagined himself backlit by red and white stripes, spinning around him.
Marcus budged his seat out from underneath Shiki's hair so he could see her again then looked around the room. It was a bit crowded right now to show off; Marcus thought there couldn't have been much longer before the teacher arrived and he didn't particularly want to be jumping around when the teacher came through the door, "I'll show you later, just hearing me talk about my powers won't do 'em justi-"
The end of his sentence was cut off by the student at the door making themselves known. Going off how he'd entered and how he looked he was a goddamned mega-star or something but Marcus didn't know him.
"Anyway," Marcus drew his attention back to Shiki, "It'll be way better if I show you later. It'll be worth it." He smiled, knowing a good way to show her his personality power.
Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon said:
That makes my character the only freshman... Doesn't it?
Shiki grinned and pulled herself out of both portals with a jerk. She straightened herself up, ignoring the new child at the front, and grinned even wider. "Perfect! And I'll show you the extent of my powers~ It'll be fun! Yeah!" She shouted, enthusiastically, pumpin her hands into the air. She was really excited about the fact that she already made another friend.
Samantha slowly rose to her feet, brushed her clothes off and walked shakily towards homeroom. She hadn't blinked since Sky had left, and she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd done. Feet. Chest. Sky. Sky's chest. Sky's toned, manly chest. Oh god, that chest... no, wait, wrong tangent. Feet on chest. Sky. Oh god oh god oh god he hates me oh god... In a daze, Sam shuffled past the poncy-looking bastard standing in the doorway and looked for a place to sit. Unfortunately, it looked like all the seats next to girls were taken, so she could either sit on her own like a creepy loner, or take her chances with one of the boys. Eew...
Boys were so yucky... they'd see her in her sexy-as-hell cheerleader uniform and think "oho, there's a medium for me to vent my testosterone-fuelled urges on!", and then they'd start saying creepy things, and trying to touch her in inappropriate places, and then she'd get into trouble for knocking their teeth out...
If only they could all be like Sky. Sure, the dummy could be a little forgetful at times, neglecting to remember her birthdays, or her phone number, or her name; and yes, he was a little quiet at times; but heck, better silence than creepy advances, right? What's more, he smelled pretty alright by boy standards, and he was by no means hard on the eyes...
Looking around at her prospective seating places, Samantha opted to plant herself next to the really tired-looking guy. After all, if things went like she hoped they would, he'd be too tired to make creepy advances, and might even fall asleep after a couple of minutes, meaning she wouldn't have to talk to him...
Sam pulled out the seat next to Thomas and leaned on the back of it, staring into his barely-open eyes. "U-um... is this seat taken, or...?"
Thomas was a little surprised by the cheerleader sitting next to him, but didn't mind it. "No way, man, seats free." He said, his eyes shifting down to Samantha's chest behind his sunglasses. Not much of a rack... but hey, I'd still wouldn't mind a look at those pom-poms during her routine. They hell does that mean, anyway? He thought before extending his hand for a shake. "Names Thomas Alcot, but you can call me Donkey, if you want, dude." He gave her a friendly smile and hoped she wouldn't see the burns on his finger.
Sam hesitantly extended her hand and took Thomas's, before quickly jerking it up and down, then letting go and hopping into her seat. W- why does he keep calling me things like "man", and "dude"? I saw him glance at my chest earlier; was he really just being characteristically creepy for his gender, or... verifying?
Self-consciously, Sam crossed her arms in front of her chest. She knew they were small, but... they were definitely there, weren't they? Damn this unpleasant young man! Where did he get off, making her feel feelings like this? Samantha shot an angry glance at the bastard. "Donkey"? What sort of twat outright asks someone to call them "Donkey"?
"I detest you..." Samantha noiselessly mumbled, too quietly for even a mosquito hiding beneath her tongue to hear. Then, directly to Thomas, she said, "So, how does a gentleman like you come across a name like "Donkey"? You seem like a friendly enough guy! Certainly not bastardly enough to warrant a shitty name like that!" Samantha smiled as sweetly as she could, all the while loosening up her ankles just in case the need or whim for a face-kicking arose.
Thomas smiled. He loved telling this story. "Well, you see, I actually came here because my parents caught me having a visit to Dr. Mary Jane's clinic, and I am a real ass when I'm sober. That, and... well, watch." He reached in to his pocket and pulled out a wrench, his laser sword, a car engine, and over a dozen bags of green plants. "Yeah, I was going to be called pack-mule, but Donkey sounds better."
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