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 Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 6:56 pm
 Anabel waited impatiently in front of the door to her next class, her books clutched to her chest protectively as she waited for the teacher to come and open the door. There were at least two more minutes left before the bell rang, but still, Anabel couldn't help but to be the slightest bit relieved when she saw Mrs. Sanderson coming down the hallway with her little black roller bookbag.
"Mrs. Sanderson!" she squeaked in relief, taking an armful of the woman's books as she turned to open the door.
"My, my, you're here awfully early today, aren't you?" Mrs. Sanderson asked with a knowing smile. Always the overachiever, Anabel made it her business to be early to every single on of her classes if it killed her. A lot of the students made fun of her for it, calling her an overachiever and a goody-two-shoes, but Anabel never cared. She had perfect grades and a perfect life... and they were all just jealous of her. She had plenty of friends who loved her and cared for her and that made her happy... And the fact that all of the teachers liked her, too, made her glad as well.
"Oh, well..." Anabel stammered, nearly tripping under the weight of the books she was carrying. "I was just... wondering if you printed up... the list for the talent show participants... this year... oof!" She heaved the books onto the desk and Mrs. Sanderson smiled.
"I did, actually," she answered, and Anabel's eyes widened happily. But Mrs. Sanderson turned away. "But, as I told you last week, Anabel, things are going to be going a little... differently this year."
"... oh," Anabel answered flatly, knowing what she meant. "So you're really going to partner us up with our classmates?"
"That's right~" Mrs. Sanderson trilled, almost bouncing up and down on her toes. "And I've got someone very special for you, my dear, someone I'm sure you'll have lots of fun working with!"
"Oh, well in that case... I can't wait," Anabel answered with a slightly less depressed voice as the other students began to trickle in and Mrs. Sanderson reached for her clipboard to call roll. Anabel handed it to her dutifully before heading to her own seat. She sat down, propping her head up in her hands and wondering what on earth Mrs. Sanderson had planned. The woman was an eccentric, that was for sure, but Anabel had never doubted her wisdom, so she sure wouldn't doubt it now. Looking out the window, Anabel began to daydream about what it would be like to win that prize money and finally be able to buy her prom dress... she already knew what her act would be, there was no doubt, but she wasn't quite sure if she could pull it off now that they were being partnered...Kaosujin Ryu Hope this is okay~ let me know if there's anything you would like me to change :3
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 7:15 am
MitashiUchiha16 OOC - It's fine; works well enough for me.  Vincent's dark blue-teal eyes narrowed, the pupils naturally being slitted though with his sunglasses nobody would notice that detail. He stalked into the room, well aware he was a new student and that most of the jock types would try to 'make him welcome'. A faint smirk flashed over his face over the leather vest he wore that had a snarling wolf's face on the back on the left side and a snarling fox's face on the right; the wolf's face was silver and gray with gold eyes, while the fox's face was a deep crimson and orange with red eyes. He exhaled, the fingerless gloves he wore creaking slightly as he planted one hand on his desk and sat down in it. He knew the white tee shirt he had on beneath the vest reached halfway down his forearms before stopping and was tight against his muscular body. His head shifted slightly as a drink can shot past his head, hitting a girl who was looking out of the window in the shoulder. He remained silent, barely glancing at the girl.
Speed of Light is 186,000 miles per second, but how far would it go in a minute, hour, day, month and year?
Minute - 11,160,000 miles
Hour - 669,600,000 miles
Day - 16,070,400,000 miles
Month - 4,821,120,000,000 miles
Year - 5,785,344,000,000 miles
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 2:31 pm
Kaosujin Ryu Btw, Mrs. Sanderson is an NPC, so feel free to god-mod her if you want ^^ Anabel wasn't quite paying attention to anything around her as she watched the birds outside float lightly through the sky. Birds... reminded her a little of her act, which she probably wouldn't be able to do if she had a partner... not unless her partner was a dancer, that is. And she'd been so sure she'd win this year. She sighed. If only there was something she could do... Her thoughts were cut off as something hit her in the shoulder. Yelping, she turned around to pick up the empty can, which had clattered to the ground loudly. Looking up she saw the jocks in the back of the room giggling amongst themselves, and she scowled. "You jerks!" she said angrily. "Grow up!"One of the jocks glared at her defensively. "What are you talking about??" he asked angrily, pointing at the intimidating newcomer who had just taken a seat. "We didn't do anything! It was that kid. We were just laughing because of that stupid look on your face."Jerks... Anabel thought again, warily eying the newbie out of the corner of her eye. Shed never seen him before and although she didn't really believe the jocks... she didn't exactly doubt them, either. She glared at the leather-wearing muscle buff with as much intensity as her wide, innocent eyes would allow, before turning back to the front of the room with an audible huff. Jerk... they're all jerks! she told herself angrily. Hopefully Mrs. Sanderson didn't partner me with one of them...
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 2:48 pm
MitashiUchiha16 OOC - Kinda obvious Vincent has a very low opinion of jocks. Vincent snorted. "Morons... I can't tell what's smaller, their brains or their dicks," he muttered audibly enough for everyone to hear on purpose. He shifted his sunglasses down momentarily, glancing at Anabel from the corner of his eye. He tilted his head as the teacher frowned, sighing. "We have a new student in the classroom, so do try to keep the usual down a little," she said after a few minutes, looking at him. He shrugged in the seat. "Name's Vincent Michaels.... what I like to do.... kick stupid jocks' asses for one, and music for two," he said dryly, shifting in his seat as another can shot at his head. He tilted it to the side, though this time his hand snapped up and caught the can in flight a few inches in front of his face before a low crunching sound followed. "Damn, I swear these idiots make the blind, deaf, and dumb look like freakin' Einstein," he said as he laid the crushed can on his desk still in his grasp.
Speed of Light is 186,000 miles per second, but how far would it go in a minute, hour, day, month and year?
Minute - 11,160,000 miles
Hour - 669,600,000 miles
Day - 16,070,400,000 miles
Month - 4,821,120,000,000 miles
Year - 5,785,344,000,000 miles
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:08 pm
Kaosujin Ryu Ha! My friend says that about jocks all the time... you know, the thing about their dicks... xD Anabel thought, forcing herself to ignore Vincent's snide comments about the jocks' genitalia. However, her eyes bulged when she heard the crunching sound of the can next to her. She kept her head straight, although she bit her lip in nervousness. A troublemaker, huh? Anabel didn't have a particularly good history with troublemakers... She raised her hand quickly before the jocks in the back row could respond to Vincent's insult. "Uh, Mrs. Sanderson?" she squeaked, her voice cracking as she glanced at Vincent out of the corner of her eye. "As much as we'd all like the hear the end of Mr. Micheals' fascinating oration... I think the class would be much more interested to hear who will be participating in this year's talent show...""Aw, what the hell, Ellis?"
"Geez, Anabel, grow a pair!"
"Leave it to Goody-bel to spoil the fun!"
"Now, now," Mrs. Sanderson said to the class. "We've wasted enough time with this ridiculousness already. I'll now be announcing the partner list for this year's talent competition!"Please let me get Stacy or Caroline, please let me get Stacy or Caroline, please let me get Stacy or Caroline... Anabel prayed, shutting her eyes as Mrs. Sanderson began calling out the names on her list.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 3:31 pm
Vincent tilted his head back slightly, inhaling slowly as he shifted subtly. His hand gripped the edge of the desk lightly, but it was clear the strength in his hand and forearm was barely strained at that moment. His gaze shifted slightly, watching Anabel from the corner of his eye. Anabel Ellis, eh? Interesting name, he thought. A faint smirk flickered over his lips as he knew his next class was exactly what he'd mentioned: Music. He hummed quietly, the melody low and soft.Speed of Light is 186,000 miles per second, but how far would it go in a minute, hour, day, month and year?
Minute - 11,160,000 miles
Hour - 669,600,000 miles
Day - 16,070,400,000 miles
Month - 4,821,120,000,000 miles
Year - 5,785,344,000,000 miles
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 4:49 pm
"Jason Campbell, you're with Caroline Knust... Stacy Hofstaedter, you're with Rodrick Matthews.... Grace Jones, you're with Chelsea Sanchez..." Well, there goes that... Anabel thought with a sullen frown as she rested her head on the table. Leave it to Mrs. Sanderson to pair up the jocks with the cheerleaders... Warren Demille with Fred Johnson... Anabel Ellis with Vincent Michaels..."WHAT?!" Anabel shrieked, sitting bolt upright in her seat. "B-but, Mrs. Sanderson...!!" "No buts, Anabel," Mrs. Sanderson said with a stern frown. "I think it's time you learned something a little different in life... and Mr. Micheals could no doubt benefit from your academic expertise." Anabel sat back in her seat, utterly floored. She looked over at Vincent, her lips pressed loosely together as she took a deep breath. Lord, would she be spared nothing...?
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 6:38 am
Vincent shifted, his gaze flicking to Anabel as a faint smile flickered over his face. "Look at it this way, sometimes what everyone else sees is only the cover of the notebook... you may see more without realizing it," he said casually, amused.
Speed of Light is 186,000 miles per second, but how far would it go in a minute, hour, day, month and year?
Minute - 11,160,000 miles
Hour - 669,600,000 miles
Day - 16,070,400,000 miles
Month - 4,821,120,000,000 miles
Year - 5,785,344,000,000 miles
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 1:22 pm
"Hmph," Anabel replied, crossing her arms and turning away petulantly. "Well so far, you haven't exactly made a very good impression, Mr. Micheals, so excuse me for being so blind." "... Anabel, please stop talking in class," Mrs. Sanderson said and Anabel flinched, turning to pay attention to the blackboard as the teacher began the English lesson. "... I hope you're happy," she hissed, pretending to listen. "Now I'm in trouble!""Anabel!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 1:44 pm
MitashiUchiha16 OOC - "Sometimes acting rebellious can be a good thing, at the right time," Vincent shrugged. "Tokini hankou teki na koudou ga yo koto, tekisetsu na jiki ni suru koto ga deki masu," he whispered, speaking in his native Japanese and projecting his voice so it sounded like it was coming through the intercom; he knew it would likely startle the teacher, though he doubted many of the students knew fluent Japanese.
Speed of Light is 186,000 miles per second, but how far would it go in a minute, hour, day, month and year?
Minute - 11,160,000 miles
Hour - 669,600,000 miles
Day - 16,070,400,000 miles
Month - 4,821,120,000,000 miles
Year - 5,785,344,000,000 miles
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 3:24 pm
Kaosujin Ryu "With a name like Vincent Michaels, I never would have thought... nevertheless, maybe... you should learn the right time, then." Anabel looked over, surprised at what she heard. Turning away, suddenly feeling less protected now that she wasn't the only one who could speak Japanese (of course she could -- she was an overachiever, after all), she turned slightly red with anger and said nothing, lest she get in trouble again. However, when the bell finally rang and she breezed past him with her nose in the air, she replied, "Vincent Micheals no namae to, atashi wa zenzen wakaru... soreni, tabun... honto toki wo minarai suru deshou."
She stepped out of the classroom looking quite pretentious indeed, although as she made her way to music class, she began to grow nervous. How on earth was she going to win the talent show with that... person in tow?? Virtually impossible, she realized as she stepped into the classroom. At least she'd be able to feel better in music class; not that she ever did much, seeing as her talent was singing but she was much too shy to so much as open her mouth in front of her class. Picking up her triangle, she walked over to the guitars and sat there patiently, waiting for class to begin.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 7:28 am
MitashiUchiha16 OOC - "Anybody tell you how cute you look when you're a little annoyed?" Vincent shrugged. If only she knew that I'm a trickster at heart, he thought. A slight snicker escaped him as he saw that Roderick Matthews had gotten to his locker as he slipped into the Music room silently before a whipcrack sound echoed in the hall as his little prank triggered. He heard Roderick yelp in surprise before he yelled in anger. He also knew that the jock's hair would be neon green while his face would be neon blue with neon pink ears for the next several hours. He also knew there would be no evidence linking it back to him in any way shape or form.
"Dare mo ga sukoshi iraira shi te iru baai dono you ni kawai anata mi te anata ni tsutaeru ka?" he said teasingly to Anabel when he glanced her way as he walked towards the guitars, his eyes flicking to her for a moment before he picked up one of them; He knew he was tall, standing 6' 1" tall and if he desired to, could easily act as a jock himself. He just found it more amusing to play the rebel.
He settled in the seat several seats to her right, settling the guitar over one thigh as his fingers skillfully shifted over the strings.Speed of Light is 186,000 miles per second, but how far would it go in a minute, hour, day, month and year?
Minute - 11,160,000 miles
Hour - 669,600,000 miles
Day - 16,070,400,000 miles
Month - 4,821,120,000,000 miles
Year - 5,785,344,000,000 miles
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:00 am
Kaosujin Ryu Which translator do you use? Their vocabulary is a little archaic and their literal translation style is very obvious xD Anabel ignored Rodrick's screams as she absentmindedly polished her triangle. Noting that Vincent had just walked in, she huffed, having already decided to ignore his comment earlier about being cute when she was annoyed. She crossed her legs, although her ears perked up a little when she caught wind of the melody emanating from the guitar he had just claimed from next to her. Crossing her arms, she ignored him altogether, although the melody was still beautiful, she thought. Finally, the music teacher walked in, looking at her. "Anabel," he said as the class fell quiet. "You're presenting today, right? Why don't you go over to the piano and introduce what you wrote?"Anabel nodded after a moment, her fingers suddenly feeling like they were made of lead as she stepped shyly over to the piano bench. She stared at her handwritten notes for a moment, the paper almost feeling unfamiliar as she took a deep breath and began to play a soft melody.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 8:11 am
Vincent cocked his head as he finished, watching Anabel carefully. He cocked an eyebrow at the melody she played, sensing that in many ways it was like her, restrained and cheerful, yet wishing for more. He snorted as he heard Roderick's screams. New kid... yeah right. How the hell would I be able to get into that idiot's locker without knowing the combination and being here for all of a couple of hours gave me no time to even pay attention to a jock with his head shoved up his a**, he thought sarcastically.
Speed of Light is 186,000 miles per second, but how far would it go in a minute, hour, day, month and year?
Minute - 11,160,000 miles
Hour - 669,600,000 miles
Day - 16,070,400,000 miles
Month - 4,821,120,000,000 miles
Year - 5,785,344,000,000 miles
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:07 am
Anabel finished the melody that she'd composed and the class started to clap; not too hard, though, since everyone knew that Anabel was one of the best pianists in the class. No one really found it remarkable anymore, since she'd wowed them so many times before. On the other hand, Anabel never flaunted her talent because piano was one thing she'd actually been forced to learn, and she hated it. Getting up from her seat at the piano, she walked back over to her triangle, picking up the cloth and polishing it again as she waited for the next performance.
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