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Post by marluxia on May 23, 2011 16:58:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=style,border: 1px solid #8B1C62; border-radius: 20px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/mk9iee.jpg); opacity: 0.9;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] One says yes, one says no Decide - which voice in your head you can keep alive.
Marluxia woke up particularly early that day. Why? Well, because it was the first day of classes of course! All the darling students would be filling into his classroom, and he couldn't wait! Now, before he starts to sound like a total creep [Too late for that >.>], he did have oaths to follow. He specifically signed that he would in no way touch or have any physical contact with the students that wasn't necessary. If he broke that word, he would be fired for sure, and quite frankly, he preferred to keep his job.
Scanning around his apartment, he picked out a few of his plants, and headed towards the door. His briefcase was slung over his shoulder while his hands were full of potted flowers. Some bags of seeds were stuffed in his briefcase as well, since he planned to grow some pretty orange lilies and yellow roses in his classroom this year. For all of you who were wondering, yes, Marluxia did grow things in his room throughout the whole semester. He didn't want it to be all pots, so he brought so already grown ones as well,but that was it. the dean hadn't objected to his decor yet, and no serious allergies had been reported, so he was free to do what he wanted.
Headed out the door, Marluxia skillfully set his pots down when he came to his car. He produced a ring of keys from his pocket and unlocked the doors. He opened the passenger seat first, placing his pots in such a fashion on the floor that they wouldn't spill or get wrecked. His briefcase flung onto the seat, he walked around to the driver's side and started up the car. Closing the door behind him and buckling his seat belt, he was soon pulling out of the Graceful Dahlia apartment complex and towards Kingdom University.
As he pulled into the faculty parking (IDK if there's a difference between this and student parking...), Marluxia paused for a moment. He silently went through his metaphorical "to-do" list for the day. First, he'd have to print the syllabus. Then, he'd set up his classroom. After, he'd wait at his desk for students to walk in. Gathering up his belongings, he made his way onto the campus and towards the Golisano Building. It was at the very center of the school grounds, and he knew he must have gotten several look from students and teachers alike. He didn't pay them any mind. He was simply a professor with pink hair carrying pots of flowers through campus. He didn't get what the big deal truly was.
Pushing the doors open, Marluxia was glad his class room was on the first floor. He somehow managed to turn the knob and enter his room. Placing his plants on his desk, he headed towards the supply closet. Inside, he immediately found his bucket of cherry blossom petals. Of course, they were fake, since real ones would surely wilt over a short span of time. Grabbing the bin and placing it near his desk, he left the room for a short while to print and copy his syllabus. When he came back, he placed them all on each of the desks, one for each student. Finally, he started to arranged his potted plants round the room. One, a tall bamboo shoot, stood by his desk. The others were in various places around the room, yet very much noticeable. Looking around, he was pleased to find his classroom looking much more colorful.
It was now time for his favorite part: spreading the cherry blossom petals. This action was a tradition for him, something he did every school day. It had a few purposes. The first was that he simply enjoyed it. With the petals all floating around, he felt as if he were in Japan, watching the beautiful hanami (<< Sakura viewing festival). Second, it scatted petals all over the room, making it look much much prettier. Third, it served as nice punishment. Anyone who deserved it, got the job of picking them all up. Marluxia smiled as he dumped the pink specks out onto the floor. Getting out a small, yet powerful, fan, he plugged it in and switched it on, happily watching the petals spread. The students should be arriving any minute now.
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Ventus Laey Hiroaki
2nd year 
Criminal Justice
History Minor [/color]
Swim Team[/size][/center][M:0]
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Post by Ventus Laey Hiroaki on May 23, 2011 17:33:21 GMT -5
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[/color][/font] hair was a mess, well no more than it usually was to most people but to him he could notice the few spikes here and there that were out of place, so he looked at the clock. It was at least an hour before class started for the day so he went off to the bathroom and took a shower. After emerging from the shower he dried and then dressed, after this he started packing his things for the day. He didn't foget the cereal bars.Stuffing a load of the bars in his bag he opened one and shoved it in his mouth eating it whilst he ran his fingers through his hair and gave the spikes a shake so they fell in the right places. Okay now he looked presentable and he picked up his bag after finishing the cereal bar in his mouth. With this step done he left the dorm, heading out and to his class. It didn't take him long to get there, he already knew the route to his class having made sure he walked it a few times before on other days just so that he was prepared. Though as he walked in to the classroom being early he didn't expect the blast of flower petals to the face that he got, petals in his hair, he just stood there sort of frozen to the spot as he noticed a few went down his shirt as well. So he pulled those ones out first before he got to the ones stuck in his hair. Looking at the petals around the room now? He blinked a few times. "Um... " Not sure what to say he went and picked out a seat setting his bag down and getting everything out before he headed back to where most of the petals were laying around and he actually started picking them up. He thought he was doing the man a favor by doing it. Standing back up with a bunch of the petals he eyed Marluxia. "I forgot to ask... Do you want me to pick these up sir?.... I'm not sure if they're supposed to be all over the place or not... Nice flowers though. ^^" A smile, offer of help and a compliment to boot. Yes Ven was a nice guy so it was only natural that he wanted to help someone. [/div] [/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Sora Yosuke Hiroaki
2nd year
General Studies
Soccer Team
Soccer Club
Is there something I could say to make you turn around? Nights like these I wish I said 'Don't go'.
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Post by Sora Yosuke Hiroaki on May 24, 2011 12:40:33 GMT -5
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Running a hand through the mess of brunet spikes that he called his hair he made a beeline for the Golisano building where his class was. He was kind of hoping that this History class would be interesting and able to hold his attention, but he wouldn’t count on it—he had a notoriously short attention span, which is why he wasn’t doing so hot in a majority of his classes—he just couldn’t sit still and pay attention…
He made it to the building, checking the clock on his cellphone to make sure that he wasn’t late and let out a sigh of relief when he noted that he still had 5 or more minutes before the class started so he was good on time. But still, Sora didn’t want to take any chances—as I mentioned before he was known for having an ridiculously short attention span, in those extra 5 minutes he had before class started he could have easily gotten distracted by a butterfly floating by, following it halfway around the entire campus before realizing that he needed to be in class [by then he’d be incredibly late!]. So it was important that he got to class as soon as possible before such scenario could have the chance to happen.
The first thing he noticed upon entering the classroom was the petals—did they blow in from outside? There were quite a few cherry blossom trees dotting the hills surrounding the campus so it was definitely possible…question was; why were they in here? When the windows had been opened in his other classes flower petals hadn’t blown into the room so what made this room so special?
His nose twitched, he wiggled it a little to try and alleviate the tingly feeling that he got from having the urge to—“Achoo! |
[/color]—sneeze… Sora didn’t usually have allergies, or at least, not very bad ones since he was always outside doing something or other, making him somewhat immune to the spores floating around outside—if only because he was so used to breathing it all in. His sapphire gaze landed on a familiar head of spiky blond and he grinned excitedly, “ Hey Ro—wait. Ven?[/color]” Despite being similar in appearance, there were a few physical distinctions that could help identify Ventus from Roxas—height being one of them. The brunet bounded forward, dropping his bag beside the seat to the left of Ventus’, “ Wow, Roxas never mentioned that you went here too! What a small world![/color]” He was having trouble containing his excitement, after going so long without seeing Roxas and Ventus here they were! Going to the same school as he was![/size][/div] words: 533; tagged: class [/td][/tr] [tr][td][cs=2] template made by JADE of KU [/size][/td][/tr] [/table][/center] |
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Post by leonaidas on May 25, 2011 19:07:01 GMT -5
A full breakfast! That is what real men eat in the morning! Up at six o'clock in the morning running laps to keep fit! A shower when you get back! Then a full breakfast before gathering you things together and leaving!!!!!
Overly dramatic but that's the way things run inside Leo's head.
Grinning as he marched his way to the history class and when I say marched, I mean... He actually marched all the way there, save for the minature relay sprint he did. Skidding around a few corners before he lost his sheath on the way. Grinding to a halt he turned around and supermaned his way back to grab the wooden casing as it hit the ground and bounced back up..... Smacking him in the bottom of the chin as he went to grab it.
"GACK!" The oh so familiar noise he made as he was knocked of his feet and on to his back the sheath coming down... On his nuts. A yelp from him before he rolled around on the floor a few students that passed him by gave him rather odd looks but that's not really surprising.
Once he recovered he got to his feet grabbing the sheath as he went and then he marched off again.
A few leaps and bounds and he was at the door of the classroom. As he walked in he spotted the petals flying around, a blonde picking a few up and then a brunette kid excitedly exlaiming at the blonde. Of course Leo had to take the spot light even if there were only three people present so, with a leap in to the middle of the room he hummed a song to himself before he struck a pose, flicking his fringe to one side as he lifted his red shades and grinned at the teacher, or who he assumed was the teacher of the class.
Down on to one knee he went.
"IT'S A PLEASURE TO BE TAKING HISTORY!!! TwT" With that said he now got back to his feet and launched his bag across the room. Watching to see where it landed he leapt over each desk that was in the way to get to that seat. That would be his seat for the duration of the class. Now all he had to do was wait till the class started and others came in so he could ... Provide entertainment. |
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Post by tomo on May 26, 2011 22:19:52 GMT -5
History class, he was skateboarding to class this time, it was quicker than walking but not as tiring as running so he'd get to class in good time. Skateboarding around the campus with his headphones on and rock music blarring out of them as he went he whistled along with the tune. An ollie, a front side grind along the edge of a wall and then he bailed as he tried to pull off a trick from some stairs.
Smashing against the bottom of the stair case his eyes watered as he slowly got to his feet, his board smacked him in the back as he got up and that knocked him straight back down with a yelp and whimper. Waiting for a moment or two he sighed as he got back up and rubbed his back then? He slowly slunk his way to class pouting as he did so.
Slowly he walked in to the class room and then he eyed the people. His teacher WHO WAS A GUY had pink hair!!!!!!!!!! That caused Tomo to giggle snort before he looked at the blue haired guy who was a loony so Tomo started laughing more. Then he noticed the blonde and brunette and Tomo's eyes widened. He dropped his skateboard on the floor as he stared at the two.
"How?.. Why?... What? ?... Wait... Who are you two and why do you look like me?? D:" The words came from Tomo, he was totally confused, it was almost like looking in a mirror if he didn't have the headphones on his head constantly his hair would be just as much of a mess as that of the brunette stood there. Slipping the headphones down so they hung around his neck he turned the music off before he blinked a few more times and then sloooowly stuck out his hand.
"Uh... W-....... Um.... I'm Tomo Shibata.... Nice to meet you?..........o.o;;" The words came through and he swallowed. It was a situation that now utterly screwed with Tomo's head. |
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Post by shinobu on Jun 3, 2011 15:28:12 GMT -5
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A sigh came from the student as they headed towards their class a lolly was stuck in his mouth as he went. Strawberry flavoured, his second favourite flavour second to lemon. Walking onwards he actually smiled carefree and smiling as he appeared at the door, strolling in his eyes glanced the people, they hadn't noticed him yet, today he wore a pink and black top with black jeans, the same shade of pink as the petals that seemed to fly around the room actually. Smiling as he walked in to the flood of petals he actually giggled lightly catching a few of them in his hands.
"Good morning!" He wasn't usually loud but he was actually very cheerful this morning. The previous night had been nightmare free and he got what sleep he needed and had a full stomach for once. With that he let go of the petals watchng them fly before he headed off to a seat. Sitting himself down behind a desk he set his bag down and took out his notebook.
Then he noticed the syllabus, a smile on his face as he begane to read through.
His happiness was short lived as he realized what he'd just done. That uncomfortable feeling was returning so he was glad he'd picked a seat at the back somewhere. Reading through the syllabus the letter his father sent him came back to the front of his mind, that made it hard to concentrate. The noise from the other students in the room made it a little hard to concentrate as well.
No worries he'd deal with it eventually. It just might cost him a high grade.
Trying to drown out the noise and his own thoughts he read on through the syllabus on the desk. A forced smile now played on his lips.
Let's see how well this lesson goes for him.
NO ONE WANTS TO HURT ME But everybody tries Table by Cloud from KC and Ventus from KU |
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Post by Lane Coltis on Jun 3, 2011 21:43:12 GMT -5
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You walk all over me
you never thought I'd be the one who's laughing now, now that you're going down down down
Lane was at a jog headed to his class. he had overslept and forgot to eat breakfast. On top of that he got lost and wandered a bit and asked around until he got directions. Sighing, he adjusted his black messenger bag on his shoulder and got to the room of the class room. He stood at the door way and scanned the area with his eyes. His teacher had pink hair- Wait...what? A..man..with pink hair?... he thought and almost did a double take on his teacher- and the class room. Not only for the pink hair there was petals spread about the room.
Walking in he felt a bit hungry and his stomach confirmed it with a low small growl from it. He was wearing a very loose turtle neck which was sleeveless and a bit big on him. It had a white trim going around the sleeves area and a white line going down from the middle. He had on a pair of black almost skinny looking jeans but they were actually quite well fitted but not too fitted. He had on a pair of black sneakers and around his wrists were white almost band-aid like but they were actually a sort of 'bracelets'.
Walking in he noticed the teacher, three spikey haired kids, looking quite alike, Boo, and a blue haired person. He of course only knowing Boo walked to him, mumbled a low 'hello' for being in the morning he was sometimes grumpy, and sat down in the seat next to him. He looked up at the teacher and at the others and then picked up a petal and felt it, it of course was fake.
His stomach let out a low rumble, "shut up stomach." he whispered lowly. Pfft, as if his stomach could listen and understand him. Pulling out a notebook and a pencil sharp and ready to go, he opened up the cover and starting writing side notes about the class and the way they were acting. He was already having ideas for a short story about the bunch. If there were anymore people coming, he'd just add them into the story. There's always room in stories for more.
Table by Cloud from KC and Ventus from KU
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?... Wait... Who are you two and why do you look like me?