[Field Class] Welcome, Class! Page 7??

[Enoh Love]

You enter the classroom, and find it as unremarkable as any other classroom that you have been in. The desks are in (mostly) neat rows that are (somewhat) evenly spaced, the walls an off-white that shows signs of peeling here and there, like the maintenance crew cared just enough to make sure that it was painted, but not enough to make sure it was done right - and, at the front of the room, was a freshly dusted teacher's desk in front of a recently washed black board.

WELCOME, CLASS was written on the blackboard in shaking, uneven strokes of chalk, as if it were written in a hurry.

Welcome, Class!

Welcome to the ??? Class!

Feel free to have your student come in, claim a seat, mill around, and just get themselves settled!

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

Hollandaise seemed to have a rather uncanny knack for picking out the odder of classes. When she wandered in, she paused, as if waiting for the lights to flicker. When they did not, the ghoul breathed out a sigh of ill-concealed relief. She looked around, yellow eyes taking in the half-peeling paint, the hurried strokes of chalk. There were no plants in the room - and wasn't that a shame.

Carefully, she chose a seat: first row, because like it or not, Hollandaise was short. Slightly to the left of the room, but not on the far-most edge. It was an average seat. She smiled placidly and waited for class to begin.

"Present," she whispered to herself.  

[Carhop Cavalier]

Dirge''s first class... that he'd managed to wake up for. Though, waking up may not have been the best phrasing; He slugged in on his nimbus cloud, yawning loudly with eyes closed three quarters of the way. He waved to the ghoul in the room, lazily acknowledging her presence.

"Hiiiiiiaaaaaaauugh." He yawned, smacking his lips. Mother would be so displeased.

The Semblance of Unity

 

[Cheekiebirdiee]

Lute might not have been the most talkative but she was nearly always present for classes. Just more often than not going unnoticed in them due to being off to the corner by herself, where she could hide in her work. Trailing in slowly she passed the two already present students with a small smile then tuck of head down to stare at the floor.

Finding a seat at the end of the middle row she settled in, rosy orbs locked in a staring match on the tables top.  

[Seussi]

Mathias really hadn't been doing a very good job of keeping up with his studies lately, but today he decided it was about time to remedy that. Kidnapping and family drama aside, there was really no excuse for his lack of attendance as of late, and so when a new class opened up he made it his mission to arrive, on time (but apparently not first).

His gaze swept the room, searching for a familiar face, skimming over those of ghouls but never lingering on them for long, his eyes finally lowering as he walked through the room and past rows of desks in his three inch heeled boots, which clipped against the hard floor at fast pace. When he came to a stop, it was at the front row of the classroom, and he slid into the seat at the end, black claws tapping against the desk top.

There was nobody in the room that he recognized, and he wasn't normally very sociable, so he linked his hands together and waited for the class to begin.

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anybody is free to bug him I don't mind~

 

[Rejam]

A bit intimidated by both the novelty of a real class and by the sudden strangers, Catinka--her arrival announced by the chiming of the tiny bells laced through her hair and strung across the hem of her heavy skirts--half-floated, half-tripped into the room a few minutes after Merry's text arrived. She'd been planning on attending anyway, but the text had been a relief, and not just because she was starting to suspect she'd gotten the day wrong before finding the classroom more or less by mistake.

Shyly, the grim crept up to the chimera and unceremoniously hid her face in Merry's wings, watching Lute and Van over a cluster of bright feathers.

Beejoux

 

[Carhop Cavalier]

Dirge gave a very undignified yawn in reply to Amarus' greeting, waving with a lazy smile. "Mornin'...I think."

He gave a side eye to the boil who walked in, waving at him as well. "Hiya." He drawled, floating closer to him. "Name's Dirge."

face your demons

neoseussi

 

[kuropeco]

Llyr thought that, now with his new presidency in place, attending classes was most definitely a necessity. After all, it was very important to show that he thought of classes as something for all students to attend, which of course meant that he must attend as well, and that was that.

Hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, Llyr peered into the classroom and then slipped in quietly, a friendly smile on his face he took a seat and carefully folded his fingers together on the desk in front of him.


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Alette, on the other hand, bounded into the classroom looking bright eyed and bushy tailed haired, skidding a few extra feet, almost crashed into a desk, and finally swung herself into a chair, plopping down and looking expectantly around at everything else.  

[Cheekiebirdiee]

Getting hit on the shoulder with the airplane Lute frowned then bent at the side to scoop the paper up. Unfolding it with a dust of pink across her cheeks she read. A little confused at first until she turned to take in a grinning Van. A very small smile was given to the boil before she promptly turned back around.

Scare someone? That seemed like Van, he sure terrified her on some levels, but Lute had no idea who he was talking about. Poor boil, or ghoul she did feel sorry for them.

A call of name in a ghouls voice had her pink head lifting again, shy gaze on Merry then the ghoul that joined her. A sleeve covered hand rose for a tiny wave to the ghoul she met at fearleading. "H-hello..Merry.." The soft call was given with a bit of pride, she knew someone, someone knew her. It felt a little unreal too that Merry had used her name.

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Zaire was only here because of Jory, that much was clear by the look on the monster boils face. Hated wasn't a strong enough word for how much he disliked classes and or attending them. But Jory was here, they were holding hands and he liked that and the promise of snacks.

So he smiled, kind of, at a few creeple before letting Jory lead them to some seats.

A small glance was given to the boil that was near the desk motioned to then of course his gaze was back on Jory. A shrug letting him know he didn't care either way and Zaire was plopping into the seat, tail swaying heavy behind him as his fingers squeezed against Jory's before breaking their hold.

Beejoux

face your demons

 

[Bloodlust Dante]

There was enough time in the day for louging with the roommate and inbetween soccer practice, and Damien only had to take a few more classes to be done. The thought of leaving was terrifying but the chance at going into a new feild was on the horizon. One foot led the other back into the classrooms and to the desk after giving the professor a curt nod.

It was a cascaded of letters on the board that got his attention, jade scanning the board as each letter rose and dipped from one to the next in a pattern he could not tell. Secondly he did not recognize anyone sitting at the desks.

"This can't be the same classroom that I know of." the hound muttered, trying to adjust to the new scents and pulled his jacket closer around himself and staring at the others.

creeple watching.  

[The Semblance of Unity]

Hollandaise had been staring off into space for some minutes, effectively and regrettably missing some greetings, before she felt an overwhelming pressure on her back. The feeling loomed up over her, a black cloud of dread. It was not a physical feeling, but a sense of presence so uncomfortably that she shivered and thought of sleepless nights and shadows that were not shadows. Slowly, carefully, she twisted in her seat, fingers fidgeting with the ends of her hair. And saw Van. Van, whose smile seemed filled with more teeth than possible. Van, whose bright bright eyes seemed to bore holes into her throat. Hollandaise quickly turned back around.

Belatedly, she waved at Dirge, at Amarus. (although, that wave was a little grudging). "Hello, Amarus. Your cohort is not here, I am pleased to note that perhaps you are not a matching set. And hello Dirge, I am Hollandaise." Her eyes, slightly more focused now, wandered the room. She barely recognized creeple - many were not green or large or beautiful and tusly, they were unmemorable. She leaned towards Llyr.

"I like your flowers," she said simply, the flowers in her own hair nodding as if they, too, were agreeing.

Carhop Cavalier

Face your demons

kuroopu

 

[Seussi]

There was a small, almost startled looking wince as Mathias was spoken to, his eyes set straight ahead, and the boil that approached only barely seen through his peripheral. Mathias had all but resigned himself to spending a class sitting alone, doing the work alone, and leaving alone to go back to his room alone, since that seemed to be the way of his life, and he didn't know a single person here, and also lacked the social skills necessary to approach any and possibly make small talk.

So it was probably quite lucky that he didn't need to, as somebody else made that first, harrowing step.

Mathias turned in his seat, one arm going up to sit on the back of his chair while the other stayed on his desk top, a single black claw tapping against the wood.

"Guten tag." He greeted the other boil, "My name is Mathias, or sometimes creeple have been calling me Matty." He attempted a smile, his lips lifting above the protrusion of fangs that jutted down half way to his chin.

carhop cavalier