Alexander scoffed at the Maths test. It was nothing compared to some of the calculus he had been doing since he was a child. He was finished with enough time left over to start absent mindedly designing a construct on a spare piece of paper.
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"7:56 am?!"
Sander quickly changed his pullover to another one, and started rushing out of the room.
"Hey, bye Rhoda, I have class in 4 minutes. See you later," he said, running out of the room, as he looked back at Rhoda and smiled.
"Hope you have," he said, leaving behind a small, awkward pause, "fun, in thaumatology!"
Sander quickly changed his pullover to another one, and started rushing out of the room.
"Hey, bye Rhoda, I have class in 4 minutes. See you later," he said, running out of the room, as he looked back at Rhoda and smiled.
"Hope you have," he said, leaving behind a small, awkward pause, "fun, in thaumatology!"
Rhoda smiled, Sander was a fun guy to be around.
She got her hoodie and put it back on again, grabbed her guitar and began to climb the central staircase to the top floor, where the library was.
At the back of the library was a balcony that offered a magnificent view of the lake and the forest and just the general land around here.
Sitting down on the balcony-railing, she began to play "The Times They Are A-Changin'".
She got her hoodie and put it back on again, grabbed her guitar and began to climb the central staircase to the top floor, where the library was.
At the back of the library was a balcony that offered a magnificent view of the lake and the forest and just the general land around here.
Sitting down on the balcony-railing, she began to play "The Times They Are A-Changin'".
About an hour later, Dr. Richards looked up at the clock and said, "Our time is up for this week. Unless you have any other problems, I will see you next Monday."
Sven left the room and was surprised to see somebody sitting in the waiting room area. Every stitch on his lanky body was black, from the skull cap to the spiked collar and wristbands to the leather boots. Sven could hear the metal coming out of the new guy's earphones, even though they were still in his ears. The kid looked up at Sven as he walked past and said, "I don't believe we've met. Name's Mark Caldwell. Don't worry, I don't bite. Much." He chuckled to himself a little at the last word.
Sven felt a little uneasy around the stranger. "Uh, Sven Torgerson, and I just got here yesterday." Well, at least I know I'm not the only werewolf student in this school. I just hope he doesn't start a fight.
"Heh, calm down, kid, I said I wasn't gonna hurt you. We werewolves gotta stick together, know what I'm saying? In fact, since I'm feeling so nice, I'm going to introduce you to a few of my friends later. Meet me outside the cafeteria at noon." With that, Mark hurried into Dr. Richards's office.
Sven left the room and was surprised to see somebody sitting in the waiting room area. Every stitch on his lanky body was black, from the skull cap to the spiked collar and wristbands to the leather boots. Sven could hear the metal coming out of the new guy's earphones, even though they were still in his ears. The kid looked up at Sven as he walked past and said, "I don't believe we've met. Name's Mark Caldwell. Don't worry, I don't bite. Much." He chuckled to himself a little at the last word.
Sven felt a little uneasy around the stranger. "Uh, Sven Torgerson, and I just got here yesterday." Well, at least I know I'm not the only werewolf student in this school. I just hope he doesn't start a fight.
"Heh, calm down, kid, I said I wasn't gonna hurt you. We werewolves gotta stick together, know what I'm saying? In fact, since I'm feeling so nice, I'm going to introduce you to a few of my friends later. Meet me outside the cafeteria at noon." With that, Mark hurried into Dr. Richards's office.
I just had surgery and don't feel up to posting just yet, so just assume that Dillon is sick and can't go to classes. I might be able to make a post or two tomorrow maybe - I'll see. =]
Right, if everyone can mail me ther time table ill put it on one easy post for everyone. Just to save outright confusion.
Get well soon man I'm expecting drama!
Get well soon man I'm expecting drama!
"I would love a cup," Sam put his hand on her sholder, "lead the way," he said happy at the thought of caffine before class.
Elijah and Jon compared schedules: Elijah had advanced maths, double science (both mad and mundane), construct tech, sociology and general studies, while Jon had basic technology, drama, psychic drills. After lunch was art and music.
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Arriving late to Maths, Elijah sits down and finishes the paper ahead of most of the class. Only two people are already done, and he recognizes both the skeleton and friendly vampire-scientist.
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Jon saunters into Basic Tech ten minutes late, placates the teacher quietly and sets to work studying the idea of electricity, and how it works. Why people don't bother is beyond him. Looking round, he notices that faeries make up about quarter of the class. He is not surprised; they are one of the least techno-linguistic races
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Arriving late to Maths, Elijah sits down and finishes the paper ahead of most of the class. Only two people are already done, and he recognizes both the skeleton and friendly vampire-scientist.
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Jon saunters into Basic Tech ten minutes late, placates the teacher quietly and sets to work studying the idea of electricity, and how it works. Why people don't bother is beyond him. Looking round, he notices that faeries make up about quarter of the class. He is not surprised; they are one of the least techno-linguistic races
Oh my head... Lillith opened her eyes and pulled herself up, initially confused by her location. This isn't...
Then she remembered. She fell last night... After Archi left... Why so quickly? She had no idea. But what he said didn't match with what he did. If he loved her, why would he cut their time together short?
She felt a bit displeased with the experience. All those people in the school and not one of them had noticed her. Not Nathan, not the angel and thankfully not the demon.
She grabbed the stair rail closest to her and lifted herself back to a standing position before making her way slowly, and ashamedly, to her room. No-one on her floor seemed to be here, or they weren't up yet, so she couldn't be too late into the day.
But overshadowing that was her current problem. She had no lessons planned. It didn't sound so bad at first, but if she didn't have any lessons she wasn't a student at the school. And if she wasn't a student, she was technically not allowed to sleep in the dorm. And that meant her charade, and any hope of a life, would be over.
She ran (or did the Lamia's equivalent of running) into her own room and checked the time on her alarm clock.
Noticing a piece of paper present on the desk, that she could have sworn was not there before, she picked it up and quickly scanned it. It was a timetable... Oh, phew... I thought I'd have to pick some lessons then. She looked at her first lesson and cursed. Advanced Maths. It started 12 minutes ago.
Hurriedly packing the timetable into a bag, along with the map she had been given, she set of towards the lesson halls. She tried to remain positive, but the rant she'd get for turning up this late to the first lesson? It wasn't worth thinking about...[hr]
The lesson halls were a fairly ancient set of buildings, archways and stone framework lay around the entire structure giving off a vibe of incompleteness. Lillith had no time to ponder this though. She was late.
Helpfully guided along by a sign or three, she found the Advanced Math class and entered, only 13 minutes late to her first lesson. Her entrance was the beginning of a few gossips, making mad reasons for her late arrival, but she ignored them and semi-slid onto an empty chair at the back of the class to do a test.
It didn't look too complex. Cartesian equations seemed to make up most of the examination, with a smattering of integration, and with 5 minutes to spare she uneasily completed the final question.
Then she remembered. She fell last night... After Archi left... Why so quickly? She had no idea. But what he said didn't match with what he did. If he loved her, why would he cut their time together short?
She felt a bit displeased with the experience. All those people in the school and not one of them had noticed her. Not Nathan, not the angel and thankfully not the demon.
She grabbed the stair rail closest to her and lifted herself back to a standing position before making her way slowly, and ashamedly, to her room. No-one on her floor seemed to be here, or they weren't up yet, so she couldn't be too late into the day.
But overshadowing that was her current problem. She had no lessons planned. It didn't sound so bad at first, but if she didn't have any lessons she wasn't a student at the school. And if she wasn't a student, she was technically not allowed to sleep in the dorm. And that meant her charade, and any hope of a life, would be over.
She ran (or did the Lamia's equivalent of running) into her own room and checked the time on her alarm clock.
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8:12Hurriedly packing the timetable into a bag, along with the map she had been given, she set of towards the lesson halls. She tried to remain positive, but the rant she'd get for turning up this late to the first lesson? It wasn't worth thinking about...[hr]
The lesson halls were a fairly ancient set of buildings, archways and stone framework lay around the entire structure giving off a vibe of incompleteness. Lillith had no time to ponder this though. She was late.
Helpfully guided along by a sign or three, she found the Advanced Math class and entered, only 13 minutes late to her first lesson. Her entrance was the beginning of a few gossips, making mad reasons for her late arrival, but she ignored them and semi-slid onto an empty chair at the back of the class to do a test.
It didn't look too complex. Cartesian equations seemed to make up most of the examination, with a smattering of integration, and with 5 minutes to spare she uneasily completed the final question.
General Thaumatology was now a mere half hour away, and Rhoda reluctantly left the sunny balcony.
"Morning Phillipa." she greeted, as she passed the library's mistress.
She quickly got a snack from the canteen, then went to her class. [hr]Thaumotology was the magical equivalent of philosophy: interesting to think about, but completely devoid of practical application.
It was theories and debate regarding the origin of magic i.e. the perfect class to screw around in.
Rhoda got along fairly well with most of her teachers but most of all with Mr. Laeinhardt, who taught Thaumatology.
He was a pretty relaxed guy to begin with and didn't realy care who did what, as long as he got a nice paper with some sufficiently deep thoughts by the end of the semester.
Rhoda occasionally listened to his lecture throughout the hour, though she spent most of it sketching away.
Once class was over, she immediately went on to her second class, Social Studies.
"Morning Phillipa." she greeted, as she passed the library's mistress.
She quickly got a snack from the canteen, then went to her class. [hr]Thaumotology was the magical equivalent of philosophy: interesting to think about, but completely devoid of practical application.
It was theories and debate regarding the origin of magic i.e. the perfect class to screw around in.
Rhoda got along fairly well with most of her teachers but most of all with Mr. Laeinhardt, who taught Thaumatology.
He was a pretty relaxed guy to begin with and didn't realy care who did what, as long as he got a nice paper with some sufficiently deep thoughts by the end of the semester.
Rhoda occasionally listened to his lecture throughout the hour, though she spent most of it sketching away.
Once class was over, she immediately went on to her second class, Social Studies.
Since we all seem to be running on separate timelines here, I think it would be best if, for now, we consider each class being in its own section otherwise we will miss things until an actual schdeual can be made. Otherwise, those people with no one in there classes will speed things up to fast for those who are in classes with others
Hope you feel better soon and have a full recovery! Oh, and I agree with Quad, maybe we should leave the class changes up to the GM or to only one person that way we can all figure out a way to keep things more together.
Carolina hung her bag over one of the kitchen chairs before getting a pot on the stove. She did her best to keep thoughts of rumors from her mind but it was difficult. ?So Sam, do you know what classes you?re signed up for?? she asked, taking a seat on the counter, her head resting against the back cupboard. She watched her tone carefully, not wanting to show that she was still frustrated. It?s not like it?s his fault. Well, no that?s not true either; the whole thing would have been avoided if it weren?t for him. However, if Dillon tells everyone what he thought happened I wouldn?t have any other friends. Eurg!
"Construct Tech first thing, then I'm not so sure." Sam leant against the worksurface, "Should be fun though because I've already got a great idea."
Sam looked at Carolina eyes, some thing was bothering her, he glanced toward Dillons room.
Was he to late? had that creature already begun his work.
Sam's horns began to heat up as he thought, the occasionaly flicker of flame bursting from the end of his tail. His eyes began to glow with fire as his imagination ran away with him.
She was awake when he arrived, that arse was checking up on her when she was gone from him for like five minutes.
Smoke began to leak from his mouth, the air of his breaths distorted by the heat.
Sam looked at Carolina eyes, some thing was bothering her, he glanced toward Dillons room.
Was he to late? had that creature already begun his work.
Sam's horns began to heat up as he thought, the occasionaly flicker of flame bursting from the end of his tail. His eyes began to glow with fire as his imagination ran away with him.
She was awake when he arrived, that arse was checking up on her when she was gone from him for like five minutes.
Smoke began to leak from his mouth, the air of his breaths distorted by the heat.
Hmmm one person should draw up a timetable for a week and everyone whould do the same thing to keep it simple.
Also get well soon man I hope your ok, don't post unless you want too!
Also get well soon man I hope your ok, don't post unless you want too!
What's the time? Because if it's within the 8-9 hour block, then it's all good for me, and Rochelle has about an hour to kill. If it's any other time I can accelerate Rochelle to catch up to you all.
Carolina, curious, watched as Sam seemed to change, first his eyes then his breathing. She was about to ask why but wasn?t sure now would be the best time. She drew her attention to the kettle on the stove as it started to boil. ?I was never good at making anything like that, always ended up with too many nails. What is it you have in mind to make?? she asked as she put the coffee bags in the water. Hmm, I need to get some real food for the kitchen that way I don?t have to eat the café food. Maybe I could head to town over the weekend with someone.
If everyone wants to post/pm when they can post and their character's timetable I don't mind trying to draw something up to help keep things a little more in order. Just a thought 
Thanks for all the support, guys. I'm starting to feel better now that I've got some rest. =]
As for the timetables, is there a template or something? I don't even know how many classes we're meant to take each day. Is it the same classes every day, or do we have to make a week-long timetable?
Also, I think we should have our post times in GMT, to avoid confusion.
As for the timetables, is there a template or something? I don't even know how many classes we're meant to take each day. Is it the same classes every day, or do we have to make a week-long timetable?
Also, I think we should have our post times in GMT, to avoid confusion.
Dillon opened his eyes, raising a hand to shield them from the harsh daylight. He wondered what time it was, hoping he wasn't late for class. He looked over at the clock hanging on the wall, and was surprised to find that it read two o' clock. "Shit.." he muttered to himself. "It must have stopped during the night... I guess I'll have to ask Carolina, if she's still around."
He got out of bed and walked into the hallway, grabbing a towel from his bag as he went. "I might as well take a shower first..."
He made his way into the shared bathroom and closed out the door behind him. Stripping off his clothes, he hopped into the shower. He could just about hear voices coming from the living area. "She must still be here, then." he thought. "And I wonder who the other person is..."
He finished up in the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist and walking across the hallway to his room. He dried himself and threw on some fresh jeans and a t-shirt, taking a light shirt with him in case it got cold. Heading back out towards the living area, he saw Carolina in the kitchen talking to Sam. "Oh.........hi." he said kind of awkwardly. "Um.......good morning."
He rubbed the back of his head nervously, his hand running through his damp hair. Addressing both of them, but looking neither in the eye, he spoke in the most normal voice he could muster. "Sorry, but what time is it exactly? My clock stopped, and.......yeah..."