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 Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 10:16 am
Stalker Knife Chyru_X_Cha "But!!
I could have gotten lost!!
You skip class?
but what about ur grades??
Arn't u worried? 
Chyru_X_Cha, please refrain from using acronyms like u and ur in this RP. It may be okay in other places, but words like that make a post hard to understand and respond to.
If you're going to be here, we only ask that you follow the rules and type to your best grammatical ability. =]
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 2:46 pm
No need to apologize, it's fine~
Happy RPing. ^_^
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 8:01 pm
♥♔Mellow♥
"I'm not a kid!" the boy piped, but his tone was unoffended and it came from
an undecorous smile. His feet swung ridiculously far above the ground under
the table.
He blinked only a little timidly at the other boys, before smiling docilely down
at his laced hands, peeking up through his bangs when the teacher addressed
the class.
"Hello Hikairi~sensei!" he chirped back, shyness apparently forgotten.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 8:56 pm
Shirai looked over at the red headed student, an almost forelorn expression. Slumping back in his chair, he sighed. It was only his first day, and already he was failing. Why did he always do such a bad job at things?
Looking over at the small student, he raised an eyebrow. "You're gonna stay here?" he asked, not really expecting a yes.
Sighing again, he stood up, shaking his head. "Well, I'm not. I'll see you later, kid..." he mumbled dejectedly. He then walked out of the room and toward the teacher's lounge.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 1:50 pm
Kaito walked briskly down the hall, his blonde hair billowing behind him as he went. His attire for the day was a white collard shirt, a red vest, khaki pants, with matching shoes. His glasses today were also in red frames. He wore two bangles on his left arm and a gold watch on the other.
Kaito pushed his way into the classroom about 3 minutes late. He passed by a red haired man on his way in.
"Excuse me," he said polietly and sat in a seat near what he assumed to be the teachers desk. He hastily pulled out his book, pencils, and paper, happy that the teacher appeared to be late as well. He sighed his relief.
"Oh good. D'you know who our teacher will be?" he asked one of the students sitting near him.
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