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 Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 1:33 pm
╒═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╕ [[So...are we going to make our own schedule? Andi do agologize for my lack of presence. High school is a pain. ]]
If you had a plot to get revenge over those who did you wrong, you would be up all night thinking slowly about your scheme as you slowly but unaware become paraniod. Well, not Renge Swift. She passed out on her bed not bothering to change her clothes that previous night after baling her brother out of prison...yet again. If you were out for revenge you would be twitchy and out in your own world not Renge. She quietly was calm and cool as always. How you ask she does it? Well, she is an actress...the best one in her school.
As we enter , the scene is a messy bedroom with clothes scattered all overthe ground ,a messy closet, a messy yet organized desk [if that's possible]. The only neat part on the room was the bed and laid on the bed was guess what, a messed up girl.Beep.Beep.Beep.Be- SMASH!. Death of Renge's new alarm clock of Day one of Revenge plan. "I hate school days," she said as she grumbled up into a sitting position. She hated to bail her brother again from doing something idiotic and degrading. She didn't care about the details but he freaking owned her a fortune by now. She was pissed. And you'll better run away if she was.
She grumbled once more complaining about how school sucks and what not. She picked up a towel that laid on her bedroom floor and walked out to her bathroom. Fifteen minutes passed and she emerged out of the bathroom feeling confident and arrogant. She finally remembered what day it was. She locked her door and put on an outfit [for those who role played with me, i don't like to describe] . "Today's the day, i'll make those b*****d wish they can kiss the ground i walk on before i kicked his a**,"she smiled at she applied her make-up. She grabbed her black messenger bag and exited the scene.
....Fifteen minutes....
The scene is the high school were the morons, who would soon fall desperately in love with her allies. She couldn't wait to break their heart for what they did to them. But...She forgot the first move they were to make. They would come to school together. Too late now she thought as she strut down the hallway and to her locker. She heard several of girls who whispered among themselves as they watched her walk. She didn't care about what they thought about her. She gave up on being self-conscious for years now.
She swiftly opened her locker before anyone could see it. She opened her locker and looked the mirror. She had to look good if she wanted to seduce whatever his name was. She just wanted Austin to feel what she felt. It was because of him that she couldn't touch her camera anymore. She wanted to get even. She got her books before she slammed her locker shut and put on the lock. Her face held a smile. One of a kind. A smile sort of a madmen.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 6:29 pm
[[Okay, well, blech, She has French as her launguage, so that first.]]
Allyson looked up from her book and at the clock on the wall at the end of the hall. Crap. French was her first class. As she stood and made her way, she thought a bit. This was a class with Yumi, which wasn't so bad, yet it might be awkward after this morning. This class she had also with Lynette, which was fine.
The reason she was dreading this class, on this particular day, had just walked in the door as soon as she slid into a desk in the back of the room, and also just was scolded by the teacher; the most likely reason why Yumi was acting abnormal this morning. She sighed and looked into her French textbook for something to do, to take her mind off of the whole thing for right now. She definitely didn't want to be the first one in the group to 'execute the plan' and first period would certainly push it.
She looked up as the lights in the room went out and a french movie started playing. She listened along, decifering all the dialog, not real fluent, but easily enough.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 6:56 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLynette waved good-bye to her Mom as she ran into the school. Evidently she was late and was defiantly in trouble. She ran toward her locker and pulled to a stop, quickly turning her lock. As soon as it opened she shoved her book bage into the locker and stole a glance at her schedual. French was her first class. She pulled her French text book out of her bag and made a dash for class. When she arrived, out of breath she shot an apoligetic glance to the teacher before taking a seat in front of Allyson and tried to listen to the movie, bt that proved difficult. Lynn was nervouse about what she and her friends were going to do today... She bet they all were. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoĿчnєттєxxxxxx.ღ
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:46 pm
{Erm... I guess since the rest of you have foreign first, I'll do that. But I think he's alone. >.> Alone en Español...} Stephan slipped into the Spanish just before the bell rung. He'd been standing in the hall, chatting with someone who had French the same period. He smiled at the Spanish teacher, sitting down in his assigned desk, the pulled out the book and a notebook. This made it look as though he was doing the work, though he was doodling, random things, from smilies to little critters. The girl next to him was watching over his shoulder, though she was off-limits -- she'd gone out with Devon. Lucky she didn't fall too hard or she would've switched schools, like the rest.
He leaned back in his chair and the girl pointed to one that looked somewhat like a frog. "That one's cute." She grinned his signature grin. "Thanks, I try." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, though not much. He looked up to see that they were going over Stem changers. For the third time this year. {That reminds me... what time of the school year is it in the setting? Which quarter?}
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 4:23 am
Y U M I | | M I T S U  ((I suppose it would be the last quarter.))
The television rattled on in french, Yumi understanding the core of it. She didn't really care much. She already had her 'A' in French. She was passed a stack of papers, enough for the entire class, and was asked by the french teacher to hand them out. Sighing, she stood up, but stayed out of anyone's line of vision as much as she could.
Yumi passed out the papers, glancing at the clock. They had already been sitting there for 20 minutes, and it was already getting to be a pain. Quickly, Yumi made it to Lynette's desk, and smiled her, then put a paper on her desk. The paper was of the questions for the film, not very interesting. Yumi continued on, next was Allyson. She handed her a paper as well, then finally, after a few more rows, made it to Devon. She abesnt-mindedly passed him a sheet, without a glance. Okay, so maybe she blushed a bit, but it wouldn't have been seen in the dark that was the classroom.
Soon, the stack was gone, and everyone had a sheet, Yumi included. Sitting back down, Yumi casually looked over the questions. Then, she started answering them, half listening to the television.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 11:43 am
Allyson smiled up at Yumi as she was passed a sheet of paper with information missing about the film that she was expected to fill out. She sighed and layed her head on the desk, then began filling it out. She finished filling out about half of it and lifted her head up to watch the movie for any more answers it would give her.
[[How exciting was that post... lol]]
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:13 am
{Star: Kay, Thanks.^-^ Sarah: At least you have peeps to Rp with. I'm all alone in my lonesome-ness. Cause Nick and Maddie are late and they're the only other peoples in Spanish with Stephan. D< ...Idea!!} Once finished with the small packet that they were given, with the help of the girl next to him, or course, Stephan raised his hand. "Erm..." He tried to recall the phrase in his mind. "Uh.. ¿Puedo ir al Baño?" The teacher sighed and waved her hand in dismissal. "Sí, pero radipo."
"Gracias, Señora." He slipped from the room quickly, then slowed down to a strolling pace, wasting as much time as possible. He passed by the French door. Since it was dark inside and there was loud French coming from the closed door, Stephan guessed that they were watching a movie. So, he kept walking to the restroom.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:53 pm
Y U M I | | M I T S U
Yumi continued to half listen to the movie, half scan the classroom. Yumi sub-conciously let her gaze fall on Devon, and it lingered there for a good chunk of time. When she realized what she was doing, the girl grew red, then looked back at the television.
Yumi was then very thankful they were watching a film. That way, her blush had gone unnoticed, as it was dark. After about another half an hour, the movie was done, and there was about 10 minutes left in class. It was Friday, so the teacher started to ask them if anyone was doing anything special on the weekend, and a few raised their hands.
Yumi didn't.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:19 pm
Allyson let the gaze of the teacher's as the movie came to an end, but then set her head down on the desk when she heard of what they would be doing with the remaining time, namely talking to the rest of the class, which she would have no part in. Her eyes continued moving about the room and met with Yumi's, so she gave a feeble, but meaningful smile.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 7:17 pm
He passed the French classroom again, before stepping back into the Spanish one and making his way back to his seat. The girl next to him asked something, but she had to ask again, as he wasn't paying attention.
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Half an hour later, they only had ten minutes left in class. The teacher took this moment to hand out the homework, as everyone growned.
Someone said "It's Friday, why do we have homework?" To that, she only said, "Do you want double?" and watched everyone's eyes get bigger. "No, Señora..."
The bell rang, and the teacher said above the noise of scrapping chairs and everyone's chatter, "Adios, chicos. Hasta Lunes."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 1:40 pm
Kris was in class tapping his pencil against his notebook waiting for lunch.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 5:32 am
[[ 'ooc Hey all, I'm here! College is such a pain... >< ]]
My schedule will be as follows!
Spanish
Social Studies
Lunch
Visual Arts
Free
3:30-5:30PM Tennis
Hope that all checks out all right ^^ And now... ]]
Maddie didn't even make it to school on time for her first class, which she saw, was just getting out by the looks of it... Yeah, she could see Stephen making his way out of it and was only glad he didn't see her... He might just tell Kris of her appearance. And no, it wasn't that Maddie was dressed terribly...
Infact, she probably looked the best she had in a while. Her eyes, although still containing left over puffiness from the night before, were as cheerful as she could make them. Her outfit, a pair of ripped jeans from Abercrombie and Fitch and a white spaghetti strap underneath a light, black peep coat, fit her body gently and bent to her curves. She was proud of herself for getting the courage to at least come to school dressed somewhat nicely.
And it was her black converses that carried her into her Social Studies class... The one she most dreaded, perhaps... Other than Visual Arts. They were both with Kris. She took a deep breath and paused. Could she do this? She had tissues... sunglasses... they were buried deep in her bag in case of emergency. And her phone was programmed to speed dial any of the other four who would pull her aside, talk to her, convince her. Convince. No, she didn't like the plan. In fact, every time she thought about it, she felt like she wanted to cry. There was that nagging feeling in her chest and the burning sensation of fresh tears behind her eyes...
She closed her eyes tightly before she could begin to cry any more. Think happy thoughts, Maddie... she thought to herself, and she took a step, her messenger bag lightly tapping the back of her leg as she walked into the room, song after song playing in her head, distracting her for the moment...
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:53 pm
Kris was told by his friend Zander that Maddie was in the room. He slowly turned around and smiled a little at her as if there was no connection between them. He turned back around and sat there tapping his pencil like before. When the dreadful teacher wasnt looking his friend threw him a note and he opened up the little sticky and chuckled and threw it back hitting zander right on his head. He was happy but guilty inside and jealous but he just kept smiling as if there nothing wrong.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 9:46 pm
Maddie wanted to pretend that she didn't see the smile that Kris... Her Kris, she wanted to think still... Had thrown her... But she couldn't. And what was she doing now? She felt it, but couldn't believe it. She was smiling and her black converses, damn them, were bringing her to the empty seat that lay beside him in the classroom... And her knees, seemingly falling weak, plopped her down on the dreaded seat beside him.
And now her mouth was moving, forming words, a bright and cheery voice, one she barely recognized, was issuing forth from her mouth... "Hey, how's it going?" she said, though she barely registered the fact. Inside, she was screaming at herself... Reprimanding herself in every way possible... Cursing... Swearing... Torturing. What was she doing? She couldn't think... She felt like she would stop breathing soon, and although she awaited the fateful moment of her world becoming black... It didn't happen.
And yes, she had seen the note flicked at Kris... Had heard his light laughter that made her heart melt inside... Why did she fall for him? How could she have given in to it? She felt eyes on her... Eyes of her classmates, possibly... Looking at her, analyzing the situation... Possibly wondering what she was doing too... Possibly wondering if she were mentally insane and if they should put her in an asylum for her actions... Possibly wondering if she were masochistic and enjoyed the pain in some sick way...
And maybe she did. Maybe she enjoyed being around Kris so much that she didn't give a damn... Maybe. But she didn't know...
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 10:31 pm
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