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 Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:15 am
 STORYA military base in Rubinelle has begun a top secret Mecha program, designed to preserve peace and order within the continent. But the grim reality does not match these aims, and it's newest recruits are brought into a war they are ill equiped to take on. To correctly condition these recruits at their young age, the base must provide an education for the pilots/RIO's. Due to the secrecy of the program, the pilots cannot stray too far from the base either. The only school within range is Rubinelle High School, an all-girls institute. With a very sizable "donation" and "understanding" of the military, the school's first male students will be attending for the first time since it's opening back in the 1960's. Whether the girls accept these male participants or not still hangs in the balance. THE SCHOOLThe school was built surrounded by miles and miles of trees and woodlands. Why this is the case, it is unknown. The school has many things here: They are 2 sets of dorms here. One for the females(First Floor) and the newest one, Co-Ed(Second floor).There's a TV, pool table, computer and a sitting lounge where they can just sit and chat to one another. It also has a big cafeteria(first floor), indoor swimming pool(first floor), gym(again, first floor) and of course, many classrooms throughout (first and second floor.)
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:46 am
RULES 1. God Modders will not be tolerated. 2. Please, no cybering. If you really want to do that, take it the PM's. For the rest of us, just put a '...' 3. No one liners! If your stumped on what to say, describe the scene a bit more, go to your characters thoughts, or something. 4. Profiles. Submit them to me. I know we're all respectable here, and you all don't Mary-Sue, but I just want to ensure it. 5. Language: Cursing is okay. Just don't start using one every time. 6. Make your posts beautiful! Just don't over do it. 7. Have fun. If you don't have fun, why are you here?
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:49 am
PROFILE LAYOUT Quote: Username:Name: Age:Occupation: (Mecha Pilot/Crew, Student, Teacher) Personality: (What do people say about you?) Bio: (Short description of your past) Appearance: (Anime picture please) Other: PROFILES
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:52 am
Updates Rubinelle Army Missions:
Time: 0800 - 1600
Objectives: Become accustomed to school setting. Follow tasks given without question.
DO NOT give away mecha program, and do NOT become attached to anyone.Rubinelle Highschool Events:
Welcome to the new school year! We hope to have a wonderfully productive year!
Please make our new students, male and female, feel welcome!
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:53 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:54 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 10:02 am
OPEN And so begins our story.
Our stories of battles,
Our stories of love,
Our stories of loss,
The story, of Rubinelle High.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:29 pm
Allan slung his bag behind his shoulder, and sighed heavily once again. Here he was, a military cadet, a MECH PILOT CADET no less, and he was attending a school. Not just any school though, Rubinelle High School.
Rubinelle. A formerly all girls school gone Co-ed with some bribe- "Generous donations" by the military. In all honesty, Allan was perfectly fine with going to this school, he had never minded school at all. In fact, he enjoyed it most of the time. But those were all boys school.
This was the first time he had ever been exposed to girls outside of military training. He had no clue how to act... and how were they going to react? Were they going to like him? Or perhaps despise him? Would they flirt? He hoped not, he didn't want to get attached... and he didn't know how to handle them. He needed to formulate a plan or something...
He looked back at the front gate, still closed. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so prompt getting here. The gates didn't open until 7, and he had been standing at the gate pacing for about an thirty minutes. Taking another glance around, he found none of his comrades.
Sighing, he dropped his bag and leaned against the wall casually. Perhaps he could handle this. Perhaps he was just overreacting like he normally did. Maybe the girls aren't what he thought, maybe they aren't all frilly, wear pink and make-up, and other girly things...
Or they could be everything like that, plus more. Based on what he had researched, girls like lean and fit guys... and unfortunately, Allan was lean and fit... he swallowed a bit hard, reminding himself that the mission must be completed. However difficult it may be.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:59 pm
 Billy sighed as she tinkered in the school parking lot under her car. The 69 mustang boss was her baby, and she took special care into making sure she would run and purr like a kitten when the time came, and she was finally rebuilt.
Akyo remembered the first time she saw the car, nothing but a rusty piece of metal. Not even as much as a radiator under the hood, the first owner, a elderly man being about 70, decided to sell the car for scraps. Billy couldn't stand to see that, so, she forked up all the money she had been saving, a whopping 2500 dollars, and payed the man upfront for the hunk of metal. Luckily for her, the man had no idea on how classic the car was, and sold it to the girl for not a penny less.
As the small teenage girl worked under the car, all that could be heard was the random bang and clanks of metal on metal as she worked underneath. Then, due to her 'not paying attention' to what she was doing, her wrench hit along the oil pan, knocking a small hole which allowed black oil to leak onto her uniform shirt. They where not going to like this, first day in a new school, and she already got her shirt stained by old oil. She growled, pushing herself out from under the car on the trolley. Quickly sitting upward to try and wipe some of the muck off. No avail, it only smeared.
"God dammit!" the girl cursed as she wiped it off her face, she would have to stop by the ladies room before class and try to wash most of the crud off herself before attending class. This was going to be a fun day. As she attempted to wipe most of the oil off with a red rag, she was unaware of the arriving boys. She had heard rumors when she was first 'enrolled' into the all girl school. Rumors that the military had recruited a bunch of young punks and was trying to place them in a school, so they payed the heads of Rubinelle, and presto. A now Co-Ed school. Only she didn't believe the rumors, they where, after all. From the mouth of a school girl.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 10:15 pm
 Kristine walked up to the school, shouldering her messenger bag as she took in Rubinelle. Hm...thanks Mom and Dad. She thought, sighing as she recalled how her parents had mapped out her coming here long, long ago. True, she felt as if her future had been mapped out without her permission. But, as the saying goes, Mom knows best (and, in this case, Dad as well).
Biting her bottom lip she wondered what being in an actual military school would be like. She had heard of Rubinelle before, of course, but insisted on her right to go to any Middle School she wanted and never really had payed attention to the news about the school. Financial problems delayed her admission earlier, but now she was here. None of her friends agreed with her transfer, and none of them wanted to transfer either. Feeling alone for the first time she took a deep breath. You came here to prove yourself, better yourself, and to pave a way to the future. Don't back down before even starting.
First day and she didn't want to be late. Stopping Kristine then looked down and began to worry. What if she did something stupid? Like asking a question that everyone knew the answer to, or not knowing how to address someone of importance. Sure, Dad gave her the run-down of formalities and such, but in her mind all that just flew out the window. So much for preparation... Marshall thought as she became anxious, then began walking again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 8:56 pm
Allan straightened up a bit as the gates began opening for some of the other early bird students. Of course, Allan had to sit outside and await for more of his comrades in arms... or just a few other mecha pilots is all he wanted. He needed a group of males to help balance out the ratio. He sighed and looked both ways, first left, then right.
When he looked right, he spotted a girl with bright red hair looking down at the ground. He quickly changed his cone of vision to the front and kept it there. He couldn't be caught trying to make friends, just in case someone showed up to monitor him. The mission came first, not his personal needs. Definitely not his personal needs, those came last-
Wait, where did 'personal needs' come in? Shaking his head he kept his line of sight forward, just leaning against the wall a stoic expression attempting to be maintained...
but failing as the pink tint slowly turned to a red color as the girl got just a bit closer.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 9:41 pm
Sighing as she walked Kristine felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Reaching in and taking out the small device she saw that she had received a new text message, and began to read as made her way to the school, her peripheral vision helping her walk her way through the grounds with no trouble.
1st day; how is it?
Seeing this she couldn't help but smile. Of course Courtney would text her this early. No doubt her other friends were probably awaiting her response as well.
Hasn't even started yet! I'm on my way there.
Any guys worth noticing yet? Ping ur radar?
Kristine almost texted back that she had no radar; her love interest was close to absolute zero. After all, with all the stuff her parents had been keeping her busy with, who had the time to bother? Still, she looked up for a moment, just so that she didn't feel guilty about lying to her friends. Only one guy took her notice, but not for the right reasons. Sure, his hair color was a bit...noticeable. But, what caught her was the fact that he was looking at her. He had a healthy build, like all the other guys there, and nothing else really piqued her interest. She then returned to her cell phone, texting back quickly.
One.
And y?
The stare factor.
Now that's awkward.
Sighing again she said that she had to go, and that her phone will be off. Wouldn't want it going off in class, right? After she put the cellular device away she was at the gates, and she considered even saying hi. It wouldn't hurt, and he seemed friendly enough. From what she could see it seemed as if he was avoiding her with some effort, maybe for the sake of appearance. Still, it made her feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, something wrong?" She asked him, deciding to get to the point and eliminate the stare factor.
((I wish there were escape keys in Gaia like in Java; that way this would have been much easier to type regarding colors. xD))
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 12:06 am
we all have to do something we don't want. Billy Akyo you just want to be me. Billy finally rose to her feet, seeing the fragments of students beginning to filter in through the gates, the gates that most would only enter through a few times a year, seeing this was a boarding school, after all. What was the reason for going off campus? If you where a nobody like Billy, the reasons where easy, car parts, car parts, car parts. That was all the girls life consisted off, that and her part time job at a small diner in town. Thankfully she was able to get that in time of starting school, because everybody knew her mother wouldn't help the girl with her task on rebuilding a classic such as she had.
So, trugging her feet along the ground she too walked through the gates, following in behind the students who where ohh so eger to get to class. She took one last look out in the rear of the parking lot, seeing her beauty sitting there all alone, it made the girl want to cry and run back to her. The feeling was that to a child being ripped away from it's mothers arm, and Billy got that feeling each and everytime she left her car alone. Call it a conspericay thory, but the girl honestly believed that given the chance her mother would pay someone to take her only pride and joy away.
It wasn't long until the girl was inside the school, still wiping at her dress shirt with the red rag. "God dammit. These kind of stains are such a pain to get o-" before she finished her sentence, she looked up. Seeing the halls littered with boys, she darted her eyes to the left, then to the right. It was like a scence out of a poorly written romance novel. Army boys coming to attend classes and live at a all girls school. She couldn't help but allow a small giggle pass her lips as she walked pass the gawking and in dazed females of the school. "Swear, you'd think you have never seen a boy before." Billy said to a random girl standing by a locker with what seemed to be tears of joy coming from her eyes.
Then her eyes got a glimps of red, alot of red. She noticed that one of the girls had actually had the balls to go up to one of the boys and talk to him. She smirked, shaking her head walking pass the duo, after all. Little Miss Akyo did have buisness to be taken care in the ladies room. The stain that blessed her apperance was only setting the longer she waited to try and scrub it out. As she walked pass the two, her eyes caught both partisipants in the party, the pretty little red head with -let's be honest here- the most enchanting green eyes she had ever seen, and the boy having a strange color hair that made him look older then he was. Then, Billy gave them both a brief smile of introduction before disappering into the ladies room. stop with the moaning, and do something about it!
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:43 pm
Tears Left Inside... .:Gabriel Valentine:.Gabriel Valentine. Eighteen. A loner. The young man stood outside the school walls, watching the sky with conterfeit interest. The ticking of his watch was the only tangible thing that kept him grounded in reality. Especially at this moment. Books under arm, and a shoulder bag around his arm, he walked up the steps, and inside of the large school. Unsure of what was going on, Gabriel stuck to the main hallway, admiring the flood of girls that engulfed the school class. Boys were present as well, hidden above the long locks of hair. "Well then." he frowned, confused. He couldn't understand why the administration would make him take an arithmetic class, given his previous grades, and early college credit. Of course, being of a set of requirements, he was unable to pursuade the petty staff. "Hmm" he stood alone in the hallway, finding a secluded corner on the side of the hallway. He pulled out his school map, checking his location. "Room 102...hmph."He tucked the small map away in his back pocket, his shoulders raised now. He almost looked grown up, besides his posture. It was slack and comfortable, crouching away from everything else. It was the posture of a true mechanic; uncaring, comfortable. A person more relaxed with machinery than women and other needless things. Hanging a right, he walked into the small classroom. Of course, there was nobody present just yet; class didn't start for another ten minutes. They were probably busy socializing, and oggling each other in the hallway. An all girl's school. Overrun with new boys. This was going to be interesting. Pushing the thought away, he tok his seat in the far back left corner... Only rot, to come forth in oceans.
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