.:.Lands of Separation.:. .:.RP-Page.:.

featherstar_stormclan • 23 November 2014 at 11:49 PM

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Tom walked into Astronomy class as the bell rang. The teacher was setting up for a talk about the stars and he managed to slide into his seat unnoticed.

poe • 7 December 2014 at 2:51 AM

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((It would seem I had a total derp and missed the last post I should have replied to. LOL sorry school has my brain scrambled.))

"Alto sax. How about you?" Jessa seated herself on the floor close enough for conversation.

Meanwhile, Vincent attempted to strut out of the drama room. He almost made it, but the teaching assistant caught him.

"Vincent! Don't tell me you mean to leave without grabbing a script to audition with."

"That is exactly what I mean to do." Vincent turned back around, but she put a hand on his yellow and grey striped shoulder.

"I'm sure you don't really mean to avoid auditions all together." She teased. "You'll audition, I'm sure. Here. We've decided on 'Aladdin'! Isn't it marvelous?"

"No." Vincent was not going to sing and dance or do any of the other silly things they do in Aladdin. But mostly the singing part.

"I'm sure you'll do great." She smiled, forcing him to take the script he hadn't taken from her.

That smile was just her pretending to be nice about it. The teachers here really tried hard to up participation in these things. They'd certainly hound anyone in the halls about auditioning, too.

featherstar_stormclan • 7 December 2014 at 11:46 PM

@poe That's alright. @leafdapple769 @ax-metalmonster @crisrs

Alyss nodded to the mallet instruments. "All of this is my domain. Although mostly the chimes and vibraphone." She added as an after thought.

poe • 8 December 2014 at 10:53 PM

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"That must be fun! The vibraphone produces a great sound." Jessa grinned. She loved music. "I really like hearing the marimba, too."

Vincent on the other hand, did not settle in to class and left instead. He wondered what they did in literature class, anyway. The "popular" kids never did take those kinds of classes. Or they skipped every single one. Today, Vincent decided he would go find out.

It wasn't a long walk from the theatre to where the room the literature teacher lectured in. Vincent liked when the random things he observed came in handy.

leafdapple769 • 8 December 2014 at 11:35 PM

@poe @featherstar_stormclan I'm sorry I haven't RPed in days! I am SO busy when the holidays come around! @crisrs @zx-metalmonster

{Derick}
Tired of drawing, I packed up my stuff, and left the classroom. Though, I didn't want to intirely leave school, he knew he needed to clean out his new home (cave), and decorate a bit.

A gush of cold air enveloped him in a freezing hug as he stepped outside. The wind blew his bangs into his face, and he flicked them aside, sighing.

He hated himself. He hated everything about himself. He hated how he didn't have a home, loving parents, or any friends. And, on top of all that, he had a raggedy ear which he could barely hear out of.

Grumbling, he trudged through the snow and back home.

{Tunopesi}
I waited a few minutes after Derick left, pretending to work some more on my drawing.

She glanced at the clock, then got her bag and headed out the door.

Tunopesi shivered as she stepped out into the snow; Winter was her least favorite season for a reason. It had a few advantages like snowball fights, hot cocoa, fires in the fireplace, and of course candy canes. But, to Tunopesi, the cold that came with it was completely unessacary.

She saw Derick in the distance. Quickening her pace, she stuck her tongue out for snowflakes to land on. Tunopesi had read some where that they were good for you.

featherstar_stormclan • 9 December 2014 at 12:19 AM

@leafdapple769 Don't worry we all are. @poe @crisrs @zx-metalmonster

Allison nodded. "Both are awesome, although I like things with pedals best. The resounding sound as you hit them, the deep notes near the lower octave. You can't get that sound right on a marimba you know?"

poe • 24 December 2014 at 3:35 AM

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((You guys, let's not let this die. ☹️))

"That's fair." Jessa agreed. "Marimbas and vibraphones sound really great together, too!"

On the other side of the school, Vincent decided to simply walk into the room as discreetly as possible and hope for the best. Sometimes, there really wasn't a way to be suave.

Deleted • 24 December 2014 at 10:46 AM

@poe @featherstar_stormclan @leafdapple69 @zx-metalmonster @crisrs I totally thought this was dead.

{Jubilee}

I closed my sketchbook and walke out into the halls. I was trying to remember what I had next. 'Science, I think." I thought to myself. I grabbed my science textbook out of my locker and headed to science.

I slumped down in my desk, trying not to look bored out of my mind, but it was hard. Science was my least favourite subject. Behind math.

leafdapple769 • 24 December 2014 at 2:48 PM

@dramatic @poe @featherstar_stormclan @zx-metalmonster @crisrs Shall we shake this RP up a bit? 😸

{Derick}
Halfway there, I turned into my wolf form and sprinted across the snow. Impatient to get back to his cave, he increased his pace. The trees, snow, and ground, all blurred into one as his paws flew over the ground.

{Tunopesi}
My eyes widened as Derick abruptly started running. She turned into a wolf too, and tried to keep up with him. She lost him for a second over a hill, but he quickly came back into view.

Derick stopped in front of a cave.... Kino`s cave! Tunopesi skidded to a halt, and watched from behind a rock.

Derick disappeared into the cave for a moment, and came back out dragging Kino`s body! He quickly dug a hole, dropped Kino in it, and covered it with snow. Derick looked uneasily around, his gaze lingering on her rock.

Tunopesi ducked behind, out of view, her heart trembling.

/Derick murdered Kino!/

zx-metalmonster • 24 December 2014 at 4:31 PM

@leafdapple769 @dramatic @poe @featherstar_stormclan @crisrs I forgot about this for a while, sorry guys =/

It was quiet in the classroom even though the teacher hadn't yet arrived. The handful of students who attended the class were already seated and most were busy going through their reading material, preparing for the upcoming discussion. A pair of girls in the last row chatted away in a low voice and another teenager who sat behind Bren and sometimes started short, curious conversations with him, hummed the tunes of some upbeat song. Altogether the atmosphere was peaceful and pleasant as alway.
Just as the clicking of the teachers old, out of fashion shoes became audible as she approached the door the tunes of the catchy song faded and Bren felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to see the other young man holding up his fountain pen as if on exhibition.
-"Can you borrow me a refill?" He asked, though the same scenario had happened so many times already that he would have been understood even if he said nothing at all.
Bren turned back to his own desk where all of his things were arranged neatly with his books, blank papers and notes placed on one side and pencils markers and such on the other. A small pack of pen refills had it's own place among the writing utensils and Bren just took the entire small container and handed it to the human.
-"It should take you a while to use up all of them." He noted with a faint smile. For a moment he considered adding a request of his own to that comment but decided against it, partially because he was unsure of what kind of response he would receive but also because the teacher had already started the introduction for that day's book.
The whole short interaction was insignificant but he continued to think about it and was bothered somewhat that he hadn't been able to say what he meant. He was angry with himself sometimes for being so awkward and reluctant. Rationally thinking he was supposed to be more confident, he had a way with words and was considerate enough to know what things were appropriate to point out and at what times. However, something subconscious which paid no attention to logic or rationality kept him from speaking up.
There was no point in wasting time being frustrated by this though, he had other things to busy himself with.

featherstar_stormclan • 27 December 2014 at 1:16 AM

@leafdapple769 @poe @zx-metalmonster @dramatic @crisrs
Guys they're still in class, it isn't even the end of the last period of the day. There isn't a way Derick and Tunopesi can be out of class yet.

Alyss nodded slowly "That's very true." She said, her gaze drifting away.

poe • 29 December 2014 at 1:21 AM

@dramatic @leafdapple769 ((Nice twist)) @zx-metalmonster @crisrs @featherstar_stormclan

The teacher continued talking as if Vincent hadn't entered the room, but she turned her head to watch him walk in. Her eyes followed him as he walked through the room as though he belonged there. Vincent casually seated himself next to Bren. He heard girly giggles from the back of the room, and shot them a quick wink and a grin. The young man couldn't help himself.

Back in the band room, Jessa watched Alyss' attention drift.

"I hate when only one section gets stuff to do in class. It's kind of a waste of time, since we can't practice in the halls," Jessa mused. Taking notice of Alyss' work, the girl asked, "So what are you working on, there?"

featherstar_stormclan • 30 December 2014 at 12:02 AM

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Alyss blinked, "Oh, that's my homework assignment for my Creative Writing class. I got it today, we just have to write a short story for tomorrow and share it." She explained.

leafdapple769 • 30 December 2014 at 2:24 PM

@featherstar_stormclan Didn`t someone say that the last class of the day was art? @poe Thanks! 😉 @dramatic @zx-metalmonster @crisrs

{Derick}
In the corner of my eye, I saw a wolf running away through the snow. He blinked in shock. /Was someone watching me?/

Derick raced after the spy, not caring to quiet his steps. He quickly caught up to the culprit, behind a tree. "Hey, what is-"

He gasped: It was Tunopesi.

{Tunopesi}
My pelt burned under Derick`s gaze. She forced down her embarrassment of being found out, and looked him right in the eye. "I know what you did, and the public will find out!"

With that said, Tunopesi ran swiftly away from the suspected murderer.

featherstar_stormclan • 30 December 2014 at 11:58 PM

@leafdapple769 But it just started. There's no way they could have gotten out without getting caught by one of the Shifters in charge. And the last class in an elective not just art. @poe @dramatic @zx-metalmonster @crisrs

Tom rolled his eyes as the teacher rambled on about the sky and stars. He dropped his gaze out onto the grounds to where Tunopesi and Derick were arguing.

zx-metalmonster • 5 January 2015 at 4:14 PM

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Bren was so preoccupied with the book open before him on the desk and listening to the teacher who made no pause in her speech that he didn't even notice the other man until he was sitting right beside him. The realization that this person suddenly appeared in such a place and way puzzled him. He was reluctant to ask anything though since they were both still being observed by the teacher. Instead he tried not to react to the whole thing at all, and after failing at that after a few moments gave the other a questioning look.

poe • 6 January 2015 at 4:08 PM

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((Are my pings working for you guys? It would seem I'm challenged at pinging people. Lol))

Vincent was already not paying attention to the teacher. Not that this was his course anyway, so it really didn't matter. His eyes wandered and he watched the others in the class. There were quite a few people focused and even taking notes, but a large portion of the class was pretty well as inattentive as Vincent. The lack of interest put a small grin on Vincent's face. The sleeping students were his favourite because of how ridiculous they looked. He wouldn't be surprised if the teacher gave them a rude awakening at some point during the class. She seemed like that sort of person.

Bren gave him a discrete questioning look, so the young man in yellow gave a shrug to communicate his outward appearance of apathy toward classes and school in general. It was a little ironic that he should behave that way, considering if his "peers" knew his grades, they would envy him for it, particularly where math was concerned.

"It's just a little theatre arts," Vincent used a practiced whisper, not looking at Bren, a strategy to keep the teacher's attention away. After a pause, "they'll miss me, but I'm not one for singing and dancing."