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 Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 3:59 pm
 we all have to do something we don't want. Billy Akyo you just want to be me. Billy groaned as she took the stained shirt off. She was going to have to clean it the old fashioned way. With a twist of her wrist she flicked the faucet on, the water cold just like all water that just comes through the pipes. Not waiting for the water to heat, she placed her oil stained shirt in under the skin, ringing and rinsing the best she could, motor oil was the worse thing to get in clothes.
She managed to get the oily look out of the shirt, leaving a rather dull brown spot on the bleach white shirt. Groaning she sighed, this was going to be a day from hell.
Quickly the girl walked over to the hand dryer, turning it on she began to place the shirt under the dryer, allowing the shirt to dry with the exception of having to press the button to turn the dryer on a couple dozen times, it was a quick process. "Well, it isn't entirely dry. But it's better then signing up for a wet teeshirt contest." she quickly replaced the slightly damp stained shirt, replacing her jacket, buttoning it up so the stain would be less noticeable.
Then she slung her bag off the floor, flicking the snap open so the flap of the bag fell backwards, she pulled out her schedule, a piece of paper that held more wrinkles then a 'emos' pants, more dirt then a car garage. Smirking, she looked at her home room. "102 huh.." tossing the piece of paper back in her bag. She headed out the door, noting the disproving looks she received from the rest of the student body.
Soon she made her way to the class room, 5 minutes to spare. She looked around the room, seeing much to her dismay a boy sitting in the room, the teacher not even present as of yet. well at least it is someone I can hopefully relate to.. so, she quickly walked to the desk in front of the boy, taking her seat, placing her bag down at her feet. Which in the enclosed space gave off the odor of oil and gasoline.
stop with the moaning, and do something about it!
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:15 am
Tears Left Inside... .:Gabriel Valentine:.Gabriel was reading when the door rushed open. Sighing, he placed his elbow on the desk, his palm cradling his forehead as he review the logarithims. It was all very elementary of course, but he liked to be refreshed and ready to 'learn'. Despite the fact he didn't really need this class...Muttering to himself, he had memorized all the rules associated with Logs, and those of replacing and completing.
Smiling inwardly, Gabriel closed the book, pulling out his notebook instead. He arranged the desk with the following; his unopened book, a notepad, to the right of the book, two sharpened pencils to his left, and a small eraser (whether he needed it or not) at the top left corner of his desk. He sighed then, suddenly bored. His boredom, however, was interrupted by the slight huffing of the girl who had just sat in front of him. Gabriel looked up at her, her long brunette hair. But there was something more. Sniffling, Gabe could make the faint scent of oil, and maybe even gas. He smiled; it reminded him of his father. Another great mechanic. Shaking his head in amusement, he let out a soft chuckle as he watched the rest of the students enter.
The students piled into the small room like fish swim about an ocean. They were countless. Edgy, Gabriel slunk back into the back of his chair. It was cramped. The anxiety almost came out in a loud blurb, however, the teacher had finally arrived, giving directions as he walked in the room. Back to reality, Gabriel reopened his textbook, gazing at the work they were supposed to do. He could easily finish in simple minutes, and he did. Smiling, Gabriel sat and thought about his family. Dad. An amazing mechanic. Could fix anything. And mom, a mathematic genius. Like a walking calculator. They had taught him well, and he missed his family dearly.But they're also dead. his face hardened a little, his eyes travelling to the window to his left.I have no family now. eyebrows furrowed, Gabriel crossed his arms, waiting patiently for the lesson to come to a standstill.Only rot, to come forth in oceans.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:41 pm
we all have to do something we don't want. Billy Akyo you just want to be me. Billy quickly pulled out her note book, just as tattered and rigged as her schedule. The once green front cover now looking a dirty forest gray. Cracks of white emitting from it's dirty cover. The corners bent and ripped in places. The spiral even being of poor shape, making it nearly impossible to just simply 'rip' out a sheet of paper without strategic attempts.
She placed a dull pencil beside the note book shortly after. She wasn't all neat and clean when it came to school, just cars. Within moments the class began to fill up, the teacher coming in giving orders right off back. She could tell he was a real hard a**, sighing she slumped in her seat, this would be her least favorite class.
It wasn't long for the lecture on hand to ultimately bore her. Sighing she allowed her eyes to flutter close, her head leaned back. All Billy could hear in the teachers dull voice was 'wam, wam, wam." her notebook staying untouched. Finally he stopped talking and gave a assignment. Something she could do to pretend to be paying attention.
"Pull the text books out from under your desks, begin the work in Chapter one." he stated plainly. So, he was the kind of teacher you have to listen to, take notes on, and read for yourself. Maybe this class wouldn't be so bad after all. Smirking she whisked out the history book out from under her desk, placing it on her desk she began to do the work that was assigned. Easy as pie. Or is it cake?
Finishing with minutes to spare in the class, she began to look at the surrounding seats to see if any other students finished. Then the girl looked behind her, her gaze meeting the dark one of the boy behind her. She smiled and turned back in her seat. Something about him intimidated her, which was hard to do...
stop with the moaning, and do something about it!
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 7:22 pm
Tears Left Inside....:Gabriel Valentine:. Gabriel's mind was blank. He sat, needlessly spinning his pencil on the desk, pointed edge on the table, the eraser spinning wildly, almost by itself. It was a simple trick really, and it had been about twenty minutes now that he had nothing to do. He had left his other work in his locker. Being one of his first days, he decidedly didn't need any other classwork to bring in. Of course, he might even succumb to this, using the extra time he got in class while after his work was done, to completely the homework. Bored, he looked at the board as the homework was already posted. More Logs. Basic trigonometry in his eyes.
Eyes rolling and eyebrows raised, Gabriel smirked to himself. A flash of brwon caught his eye. He could see the faintest glimpse of the girl sitting in front of him. Looking at him. Smiling, he looked around her shoulder as she turned, the dimmed view of American History popping out beneath a book cover. Rolling his eyes, he raised a melodic voice to a whisper. Having fun with those logarithims? he gave her an uncharachteristic steely glance, his eyes accompanied with an unusally playful smile as he spoke...
The professor noticed. Yes, young man, are you in need of help? his voice was almost sarcastic; a sign that this semester was going to be rather obnoxious. Gabriel sighed, sitting back as the teacher approached, disbeleiving. Afterall, three fourths of the class was still working, and he had already started on homework. But nonetheless, the teacher came behind his shoulder, studying his notes. You were instructed to work on Chapter one, Mr. Valentine. NOT the homework.. he had one of those funny accents, that would eventually piss any person off. But instead of mouthing off, Gabriel nodded, flipping the notebook to another page, in fact three pages previous. The clean sheet of paper was well written; his handwork all neatly printed and written small enough to complete each problem in only a few lines. Ohh. Well...very well.. obviously shocked, the professor swallowed hard, walking away in mock embarassment. Gabriel chuckled softly, catchig another glimpse of the attractive girl in front of him. He smiled. You'd think they learn... he muttered, shaking his head softly, a smile still on his lips. Only rot, to come forth in oceans.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 8:06 pm
we all have to do something we don't want. Billy Akyo you just want to be me. She turned once hearing his voice, seeing his gaze she couldn't help but smirk herself, she'd seen that face before, it was how some of her best friends where made. She returned the same charming smile, her honey colored eyes meeting his for a moment. She was about to say something about his mathematical question before the teacher noticed him speaking and came to investigate.
Billy quickly turned back in her seat, rolling her eyes at the teachers annoying voice. Much like nails on a black board -at least to Billy.- Then, she smirked as she heard the teachers once skoal turn into a sound of humiliation. Apparently "Mr. Valentine." had done more then what the teacher had expected.
"You'd think they learn.. she turned to face the boy speaking once again. Rolling her eyes once again, even though he probably wasn't trying to be arrogant, he came off to be that way towards her. So, Billy replied in a voice just as low, but just as arrogant as he did. "Men, they never learn." then a mischievous smirk crossed her lips. She meant for it to be a insult, it was her way of knowing if this boy could handle a conversation with her.
Turning her attention back to the front of the class room, the girl folded her arms over her chest. The class was quiet besides the scribble of pencils and the sound of the ticking clock... tick...tick.... tick... it was driving her mad, the constant it kept, never letting up, not changing. She sighed, her fingers drumming on her arm, her finger nails riddled with black gunk under them from her recent work on her car.
stop with the moaning, and do something about it!
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:29 pm
Allan focused hard to avoid eye contact with as many females as he could, he didn't want to be noticed... which was impossible. His hair color gave him away. The days he wished he didn't have white hair... not only did it make him easily spotted, but it also made the red tint in his face stand out more, all because there were just so many pretty girls around him... and for once, they weren't comrades or his superior officers. Just regular civilians... people he could actually have relationships with...
Allan shook his head. Mission came first. The mission said to not become attached to anyone. Having a relationship surely made the mission a failure. He had his plan, go to class, and talk to no one, and keep his cool.
Then the girl said something to him...
And his plan was scrapped.
Instantly he snapped to attention, almost shouting "N-nothing is wrong, ma'am!" Following that, was a cringe. He slacked his posture and leaned against the gate in an attempt to look more natural, "I... uh... nothings wrong. Why you ask?"
Inside he kicked himself. His cover was more than likely blown.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:58 pm
 Kristine was a bit surprised by the boy's reaction, and wondered why he seemed to be on edge. Sighing, she pushed that thought aside and decided to get right to the point.
"To be honest with you, I swear you were staring at me for a while. That's because I can feel your eyes burning through my head." She said bluntly. It was true, though, and thus she assumed he was looking at her hair. Kristine then adjusted her cap a bit, annoyed at naturally having such a vibrant color for her hair. "In addition, for some reason, I don't believe you." She added. "You seem to be...edgy, no offense." She said. Her parents and friends had told her that she could be rather straight-forward, to the point that it was rude. But, now she was on her own, and she had to keep herself in-check. "With the way you just reacted, it's hard to believe that nothing is wrong." As her hand made its way back to her side she noticed her watch... and the time.
"Great..." She muttered. She had just arrived, and had wasted a good amount of time on a boy instead of the school surroundings. A boy who seemed to either have no back bone or lack of social skills. "Anyway, the name's Kristine, nice to meet you." She said, pointing to herself with her thumb as she introduced herself.
((Horrible post...:/))
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 7:24 pm
"I... I was not staring." He replied as cooly as he could. His composture not quite what he had expected. "A-and the reason I seem a bit on edge is that I've... never really been in a situation like this... I-I've always gone to an all-boys school... and uh..." he couldn't say he was apart of a top secret mecha program. That was just a bad idea. "The whole co-ed school just seems a bit..." Obsurd, because he could be spending his time perfecting his piloting skills. That's what he wanted to say, anyway. Instead, he went with, "new to me is all."
"My name is Allan. Allan Devilin. Calls- but some people call me Little because of my last name being so close to devil." Sheesh, he was really making some lapse in judgement. If this person had been any other girl that was his superior or squadmate, he wouldn't be having such falacy... "Either way..." He paused for a second, and felt around his pocket, finding his scheduele, and showing it to her. "Can.. can you help me out? I don't understand this scheduele layout."
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 10:24 pm
"Oh...I see." Kristine replied to his response regarding his behavior. Yeah, lack of social skills. She concluded. Poor guy, she couldn't quite blame him. After all, if she had gone to an exclusive gender school, it probably would have been weird and new for her, too.
But, again pushing such thoughts aside, she moved to his side to see his schedule better. "Huh? Did they change the schedule layout from before?" She asked, then decided to take a look. Honestly, she didn't necessarily have to be anywhere, and it would be rude to leave if someone asked for help. Marshall also took out her own schedule to compare it with his in order to help correctly. "Well, let's see..." She noticed they had a class or two together, but didn't say anything about them. "Standard block classes for you." She said. Lucky kid... She thought, since she had double block classes. What more, he had more free periods than she did. That's strange...maybe his courses are intensive...or he had supplementary classes before the school year started...
((Um, if the "block classes" are confusing please let me know. ^^'))
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 6:55 pm
Tears Left Inside....:Gabriel Valentine:. Gabriel raised an eyebrow at her gesture. Well, if men never learn, then the knowledge I have must be innate. Perhaps...I'm a genius of sorts. he gave her a steely glance as he spoke. It unnerved him when people regarded learning or his capabilities. But he was willing to cut the honey eyed girl some slack. Afterall, she was kinda cute. And maybe he could use a friend. You know, because I can't learn and all He winked then; something a little unnatural for him. But all the same, it was generally friendly.
Bored out of his mind, Gabriel took out the math book once more. Torn pages, and constant dogears tagged almost every other page. Not something he really needed to know, but just in case. You never know when you might actually run into something you can't do. The sounds of scribbling pens and pencils flooded the room, the teach at his desk doing paperwork. And the brunette in fron of him, with her history book on her desk, with no completed logs. It was all ironic really.
But, nonetheless, he sat there, completely oblivious to the other students staring at him. His notebook open, work displayed, and homework completed. They sat in quiet astonishment. Not the blatant kind, but rather the kind where they pretended to do their own work, while stealing short glances from over their shoulders. Saying What a freak. He knows this stuff? or Teacher's pet. Ugh. or even the occasional, What the hell? Sometimes it made him laugh. And others, well, it just made him feel even more...on the outside.
The faint sound of drumming fingers filled the surrounding air about his desk, coming from in front of him. He sighed, shaking his head, looking over the girl's shoulder. A blank sheet of paper. He had to sympathize; she didn't look at all entertained. Either she had no care for the work, she herself was done (highly unlikely, because he didn't see her work one formula), or she needed help. Not knowing which, he ripped out a sheet of paper from his own clean notebook, his pen gliding over the white and blue lines. Afterward, he rolled it up, waited for the teacher to look the other direction, and dropped the note in her lap from behind:
Need Help? (:Only rot, to come forth in oceans.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 7:39 pm
Billy Akyo you just want to be me. we all have to do something we don't want. Billy rolled her eyes at the boys comment, smirking as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Or perhaps you where born the wrong gender?" she insulted, giving him another glare as she turned back in front of her, her fingers still tapping a random song on the wood of her desk, she now getting random glares from other students in the class.
Rolling her eyes, she began to flip through her history book, looking around she realized she was the only one with the book. She hadn't been paying attention obviously. Flipping the books cover, she read the name... The book belonged to another student, obviously they left it from a previous class. Sighing, she shook her head, looking at the board. The work was laid on the board for them to complete.
Grumbling she began to write on her dirty note pad. Her hand writing began to fill the page, unlike her note book, her penmanship was neat and small. Having a small slant to the left as she wrote. Her page was quickly filled with formulas and equations of sorts, no answers, just the work. She never worked in the class it was assigned. Always saving her homework for the next class. So come lunch time, she had no work left to do, every class after lunch was simple. Elementary really.
Billy was side tracked as a neat, clean piece of paper fell in her lap. She blinked at the penmanship used, it was more feminine then hers. Maybe her comment went more home then she believed. Tossing her head back to the boy, her brow quirked a puzzling look. Shaking her head she placed the paper in front of her, allowing her own handwriting to littler the page.
Why do you ask? Is this your attempt at a pick up line? she knew the comment would do nothing more then strike a nerve, or so she hoped. Smirking she folded the piece of paper back up, and watching the teacher closely slipped the paper back behind her. Holding it steady until she felt his hand tug on the paper.
stop with the moaning, and do something about it!
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 7:56 pm
Tears Left Inside....:Gabriel Valentine:. Gabirel rolled his eyes at the comment. He had always been picked on. To the point where he really didn't feel anything for it anymore. In fact, he pitied those who did it; it meant they didn't find enough enjoyment in themselves. And if they couldn't entertain themselves, then they would use others for that very purpose. Rolling his eyes, he made his own steady clicking noise, his pencil eraser prodding at his math book.
The girl in front of him was starting work; her clean sheet of paper slowly being filled with the work from the board and book. But no answers. Gabriel shook his head. If she's going to waste the time to write out the problems, she's better off adding the answers to it. not understanding, he sighed, leaning back in his chair as her slender hand leveled in front of his face. She wrote back:
Why do you ask? Is this your attempt at a pickup line?
Gabriel chuckled out loud. The noise received whispers, and a half glare from the teacher. But because he was so far ahead, and too advanced to really argue with, his distraction went without punishment. Instead the glares from students became unsteady glances, as they noted the teacher's reaction. Gabriel unfolded the paper, admiring her handiwork. She wrote neat. But in a sloppy way. Her penmanship didn't necessarily scream out her personality, but he could tell it was half done, with slim to no regard for the work. But nonetheless, he wrote back, this time letting the paper fall clumsily on her head:
Ahhah. You would like that, wouldn't you? But no. I was trying to be nice, given the fact you don't really seem to care much.
Only rot, to come forth in oceans.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:48 pm
Billy Akyo you just want to be me. we all have to do something we don't want. As she waited for the boy behind her to reply. She began to fill in the unanswered questions, deciding she had nothing better to do with her time then to slowly accomplish her work. Stifling a yawn with the back of her hand, she heard the boy behind her laugh. Rolling her eyes, she began to notice the unwelcoming stares of the students around her.
Billy let a sigh pass her lips as she worked, having some difficulty with a few problems, she wasn't a math whiz, hell normally she wouldn't do the work, but seeing that her work was needed for her stay here, her GPA was a new importance to the girl. She couldn't handle being sent to a Military camp of sorts, and if this school didn't work, that's what she was looking at.
Akyo growled as she felt the piece of paper hand ontop her head. Turning she glared at the boy and shook her head, watching as the sheet landed in her lap once again. She plucked up the sheet and read, her lips forming the words silently. She wrote quickly in return
Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't. And why should I care about a guy I just met after all. Wouldn't that make me to be a bit disparate? she folded the note back, following the creases neatly. Then she turned around, and placed the note on his desk. Turning back to the front of the class, she began to work on a few random questions again.
As she worked, she began to hear the sound of whispers around, raising her head a bit to see a couple girls whispering and looking back her way -no- looking at him. She smirked and shook her head, obviously girls who had been in a all girls school their whole lives, just the sight of a boy seemed alien to them. It made Billy smirk just at the thought, a school full of teenage girls, most never even knowing what a boy was. Not to mention it seemed as if everything about this school suddenly became.. coed. Talk about your culture shock she thought to herself before going back to work. stop with the moaning, and do something about it!
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 8:58 pm
Tears Left Inside....:Gabriel Valentine:. The pencil tapped the desk rapidly; a steady two-by-two tune, neverending, and never decreasing. Sighing, Gabriel stretched out across the table, his long, muscular arms grasping the front of the desk. He really didn't mind wearing the uniforms given, but they were restraining. The high collared coat was obnoxious, and he quickly releived himself of the garment, draping it against the back of his chair. He had decidedly worn the short sleeved version of the uniform shirt; it was sunny out, and the temperature was fairly comfortable. His arms flexed as he grabbed the chair, muscles rippling in his forearms; he wasn't 'jacked', but he had a good deal of build to him. Definitely more than any girl, that is.
Feeling eyes on him, Gabriel looked to his left. There was a pair of girls eyeing him; smiling. Uncomfortable, he blushed, hiding the peach color behind his dark, medium length hair. Instead, he smiled back, giving a shy wave before looking up to catch the note from the brunette. It wasn't the nicest thing he had heard all day, and not the meanest; but the unnecessary attitude was getting old. He wrote back.
Well excuse me, ma'am. Didn't know you were rude. I was only trying to be nice. You know, make a friend? By the looks of it, it didn't appear you had much more than myself. But whatever.
He tossed it over her shoulder, letting it land in front of her face, before taking out his book; it contained his own work; no elementary mathematics. Instead, college level courses that he had previously signed up for over the enternet. With a bookstore only a couple of miles away, it wasn't hard to get his things. He waited patiently. The bell rang only moments later. And instead of attempting to be polite to people, he grabbed his things and headed out the door for his free period. Not necessarily waiting for a certain mouthy girl.
Only rot, to come forth in oceans.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 10:02 pm
Billy Akyo you just want to be me. we all have to do something we don't want. Smirking as the note fell in her lap, she quickly opened it. Much like a giddy teenager would when a cute boy was writing them. Realizing her reaction, a faint blush crossed her face as she neatly placed the paper on her desk and began to read. As she read, the smile on her face dissipated. Maybe this kid wasn't like the ones she ran around with at home. Sighing, she began to write again.
Sorry, I'm just not good around new people. First day here, rather nervous and.. uncomfortable.. Fresh start, I'm billy. Akyo began folding up the clean sheet of paper getting ready to hand it to the boy behind her, only before she could the bell rang and he was the first one out the door... Billy quietly got to her felt, her reaction being subtle.
She growled as she got out of her chair, rather nosily making it clear that she was not a 'happy little camper' she began to toss her books in her bag, papers, work, pencil, unorganized and not neat. Then Billy grabbed the bag rather violently and slung it over her small shoulder.
Billy walked out of the room without a moments notice, as soon as she hit the halls, everything was a blur. The halls where crowded with new faces, voices, scents, and conversation. Gasps and mumbles about the boys that where in the school, and all Billy could think about was getting away, claustrophobia beginning to take effect.
The small girl began to shake as she walked through the halls, her brown eyes wide in what seemed to be horror. She came from a big school, yes, but that was just it, the halls where not as small as these. There was room to move around without bumping elbows, in this school, with it's added members... That wasn't the case. She gulped as she quickly made her way to a empty spot of the halls between two teachers doors.
Akyo closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on nothing but herself. Focusing on the sounds around her, the squeaks of shoes, clicks of heels, mumbles of passing conversations, caught, sneezes, the sound of a water fountain 4 feet down the hall. Echoes as students entered bathrooms, still continuing conversation. Laughter and thumps of what could most likely be horse play from the knew males attendants of the student body.
"Alright. You can do this, it's just a few bodies, just move through them and get to your next class. Easy as... pie.."
Only one problem, no matter how much Billy coached herself, she couldn't seem to get away from her safe little corner. She had genuine claustrophobia, when ever the girl was enclosed, she always panicked. Billy bit her lip as she tried to open her eyes, but each time she got them half way open a wave of dizziness would over power her, causing her to close them again. stop with the moaning, and do something about it!
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