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In Search of that Booty Captain
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 Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 8:51 pm
((Description in the roleplaying rules and help forum. We'll start out in school. School fool days biggrin ))
Pietro leaned back in his chair and watched the other students file into the class room. He rested his legs on the desk and groaned. He never liked waiting for the teacher to come or the other students to get in the class. if he was a teacher he'd lock them out
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:12 pm
Lupe walked into the classroom and set her books down on a desk near the back of the room. She glanced around before sliding into the seat and leaning her chin in her hands. She sighed softly and waited for the teacher to grace them with his prescence.
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In Search of that Booty Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:16 pm
The teacher finally trotted into the class room and set his books on his desk.
"Sorry I'm late. Kid problems." he panted. He cringed when Pietro bashed his head on the desk behind him when he leaned back too far and fell out of his chair
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:25 pm
Lupe's ears twitched, and she smirked.
'What a weirdie...'
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In Search of that Booty Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:29 pm
"Nice move junkie." a jock in the corner of the room mocked.
Pietro growled and got back in his seat.
"As you can all see we have a new student. Pietro, right? Would you like to tell us something about yourself?" the teacher asked with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"No." Pietro said simply, rubbing his head and checking for blood.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:44 pm
'Hn. So he's the anti-social type...'
Lupe stretched her arms above her head and yawned pointedly. She began to doodle symbols on her palm, using the feeling of the ink on her skin to tell what she was drawing.
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In Search of that Booty Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 9:49 pm
Pietro sighed and half listened to the teacher talk about some book by a guy who died a hundred years ago. When was he going to use this crap?
He tapped his pencil against the notebook impatiently and prayed a fire started in the trash can. One of the many times he wished he had powers
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 10:11 pm
Lupe absently noted that she was nodding off and shifted into an upright position. It didn't last long, so she had to keep prodding herself with the sharp end of a pencil to stay awake.
'I hate school...'
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In Search of that Booty Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 10:15 pm
Pietro gave a few answers during the class and sighed with relief when the lunch bell rang. He stood when the teacher said they could go and slung his bag over his shoulder. Brushing past the many preps and jocks filling the room he could hear people whispering about him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 10:19 pm
Lupe glanced up as the bell rang and immediately shot out of the room. She stashed her books in her locker and made her way to the cafeteria. She sat down in her usual spot, where she would eat her lunch. Alone, as always.
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In Search of that Booty Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 10:25 pm
Pietro smoothed back his hair and sat at an empty table close to Lupe's. He glanced around.
"Crap forgot my lunch....." he muttered to himself. He shrugged and rested his head in his arms.
A strong urge to sing came over him but that wasn't the best thing to do at ******** it. Everyone already thinks he's a freak.
He began singing softly. To the point even he could barely understand himself.
"I am stretched on your grave,
And all I hear forever.
If your hands were in mine,
I'd be sure they would not sever.
My apple tree my brightness.
It's time we were together.
For I smell of the earth,
And I'm worn by the weather."
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 10:45 pm
Lupe's ears twitched, and she smiled wryly. Nobody else could hear the music, but she could. She chewed thoughtfully on her peanut butter sandwich as she listened to the quiet voice.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 10:48 pm
Pietro cringed when the jock from class slapped him on the back.
"Hey druggie!" he mocked.
"Hey pencil d**k." Pietro replied.
The people followed the jock stifled laughter at his comeback.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 11:00 pm
Lupe growled softly.
"Leave him alone, you freaking creeper," she muttered.
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In Search of that Booty Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 11:03 pm
"Hmph. This your new girlfriend or something?" the jock muttered.
Pietro grabbed his arm and wrenched it behind his back until it was close to breaking, "Watch it. I might not have powers or anything but I still know how to break bones."
Pietro shoved him into his entourage and sat back down. The jock growled and walked away.
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