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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 3:42 pm
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Terra had spent several long minutes staring at the flier for the class. She wasn't really sure what she would use the ability for, but--it was a class, and as a student she was meant to go to classes, no? So the young reaper stepped into the class with a hesitant expression on her painted face, and only signed the sheet when she saw Senorita Xiu doing so first.
She was tempted to assault the baku, hoping that it would be easier with a friend there--but it would be rude to do so, she thought, heading for one of the chairs and sitting down. Besides, class would start any moment, right?
She hoped it did. Some of the students looked rather... old, she thought as she caught sight of a horseman.
List of Students
Tseng Lee
Genevieve
Mmur
Belladonna Divine
Nyyrikki Synkka
Danny
Alexander
Kiwi
Ulmuka Knobwalker
Obsidian
Eisheth
Pickles
Xiuying
Terra
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:30 pm
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Inkjar making was about as pointless as it got. All it did was satisfy picky people would preferred certain colours. It was not anything that would actually benefit them in any way. So why they had a class on it was beyond him. However, if he was going to participate in this school and get to know these... other students, he had better begin getting to know them and cooperating more. After all, from what he had learned from the lug nut, Haze, it was these 'friends' that could be the difference between life and death. Then again, the overgrown oaf thought missing lunch would kill him, so who was he kidding?
Regardless, the Hydra entered and took the seat as farthest to the back of the classroom as it would grant him. Where he would then sit, cross armed, and wear a sour expression for the entirety of the class.
List of Students
Tseng Lee
Genevieve
Mmur
Belladonna Divine
Nyyrikki Synkka
Danny
Alexander
Kiwi
Ulmuka Knobwalker
Obsidian
Eisheth
Pickles
Xiuying
Terra
Ren
Skald
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:00 pm
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The class had been a little too close after rebirth for his comfort, but Mort knew that if he didn't re-integrate himself back into school sooner of later, he'd fail. He had sat there on his bed for hours staring at the ceiling, plan after plan about curing his Insanity plaguing him until eventually, when he realized Belladonna had made a comment about class and left, the zomboil had lurched out of bed, threw something on, and shuffled on to where he thought the inkjar class was taking place.
It wasn't the first door. Or the second. Or third. But the fourth try was the charm.
But Mort paused in the doorway at the sight of the group in there, a wave of panic suddenly hitting him. It was impossible to tell he had Insanity of course, he had checked himself for the physical manifestations - but there was little he could do to assuage the growing doubts as he pulled the collar of his coat up and slunk in.
He said nothing to Belladonna, nor Ren, nor Alex. But he did give them a a small gesture and a passing look that was meant to be some sort of "hello there", though it was a bit too tight-lipped to be as friendly as it used to be - most especially at Ren who, though he knew was a pretty cool guy who already had LW, Mort could not help but stiffen a bit at when he saw the gryphon's arm draped across Bells. It was irrational and gone as fast as it came, but . . . Jack. He inwardly shook his head a little and hovered nevertheless, as if afraid to leave the bubble of people that he knew.
And then, still wordlessly, he eventually took a spot close by, next another friendly face. But all Mort did was bury the lower half of his face beneath his cross arms as he rested them on the desk, hoping the class wouldn't take long. Too many people at once for his first real social visit was probably a bad idea . . .
List of Students
Tseng Lee
Genevieve
Mmur
Belladonna Divine
Nyyrikki Synkka
Danny
Alexander
Kiwi
Ulmuka Knobwalker
Obsidian
Eisheth
Pickles
Xiuying
Terra
Ren
Skald
Glasere Uller
Felix
Jack-B-Nimble
Taima
Mortimer McNeal
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:39 pm
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A number of students filed in after the witch who had chosen a desk toward the middle of the room, which left her in the perfect spot to watch others come in. Except first she was distracted by her skellyphone, which was very important. Or else she'd stop. Obviously.
Because of the fact that she had her nose pointed downward toward her phone, Belladonna did not immediately realize someone had stopped in front of her. The sound of her name made her look up to blink at the tall zomboil for about two seconds before she jumped up and wrapped her arms around him.
"ALEXANDERRRR!!" The witch cheered as she hugged him close. Silly zombie, he really should have known that even if she were mad at him, she would have been more glad to see him. As it were, Belladonna had already put whatever anger she'd had toward him away, so she was instead left to happily smile up at him.
"Its so good to see you! How are you?" She asked with a step backward and a clap of her hands. But before much else could be said, Ren appeared and Belladonna beamed up at the gryphon.
"Hiya, goldie!" She greeted with a wink and tilt of head that lightly bumped against the boil's shoulder. Pleasantries were to be exchanged at this juncture, more questions asked, but first, there was one other thing to attend to.
Both of the witch's hands shot out to wrap around Alexander and Ren's wrists before she lugged them over to the desk where Mort had sat down. It wasn't forceful enough to make the two boils do anything they didn't want to, naturally, but they were both friends with Mort too, so Belladonna figured it'd be alright. Once there she let go to prance behind the zombie and press a kiss to the top of his head.
"So glad you decided to join us."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:48 pm
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Ren smiled down at Belladonna, giving her shoulder a friendly squeeze before he dropped his arm to cover his own mouth as a yawn escaped him. He felt more tired than he even normally was, for a variety of reasons, and obediently let the witch tug him over to where Mort sat at a desk by himself.
"Hiya, friend," said Ren, dropping a hand atop the zomboil's head of dark hair and giving it a simple fluff, the way he usually did to Jove or Tybalt or any other person under the "friend" (or even just acquaintance) category. "Good to see you. And I don't think I've met you before, sorry," added Ren, with a sleepy smile at Alex, holding out his hand. " 'm Ren."
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