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Post by Pyris on Dec 17, 2006 14:38:22 GMT -5
Pyris strummed her fingers upon the wall, awaiting the new student about to enter the hallway. Who should I put him with at first? She snapped from her staring state at the sound of someone nearby. Alas. The new student has arrived.
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Post by Dubilicious BABY! on Dec 17, 2006 15:12:41 GMT -5
The further he walked down the hallway the more pathetic he felt. He felt so pathetic, in fact, that he was forced to pull the gray hood over his head to cast a shadow across his face. It was then that he caught sight of his teacher. He didn't say a word at first. He just strutted up to her, zipped up his Pink Floyd hoody, and stared at her for the longest time, his pale hands fidgeting with the chain that came from his back pant's pocket and connected to his belt loop. After a few minutes of just standing there, he sighed and got the kahunas to speak.
"...So...Are we gonna get started or what?"
Then he was tempted to do something he rarely did.
"Like your hair, by the way."
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Post by Pyris on Dec 18, 2006 16:32:20 GMT -5
Pyris let out a warm chuckle and smiled at the boy before her. "You do? I like it too. I guess that's why it's on my head, then. Right this way." With nothing more than a wave of her arm, she walked towards the current class.
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Post by Dubilicious BABY! on Dec 18, 2006 18:17:31 GMT -5
"Obviously you must like it...either that or you pissed off your hair designer."
Abbott allowed a small chuckle to slide past his lips, but he ended it abruptly as he followed his teacher like a lost puppy. Since she was in the lead, the silent teenager thought he would be stealthy and pull a Camel ciggarette from his back pocket. Holding it in his right hand, he allowed his left to slither its way into another pocket, producing a lighter. With a soft click and a few sparks, he had the ciggarette lit and was taking a long desired puff off of it.
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Post by Pyris on Dec 18, 2006 20:53:39 GMT -5
Scowling, Pyris swiftly turned and caught Abbott's pants aflame. "Nobody lights that filth in my presence!" she commanded brutally, palm spreading along with the fire. A small smirk played across her lips. "Put out the ciggy, Abbott, dear," she coaxed in a sickingly sweet voice.
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Post by Dubilicious BABY! on Dec 18, 2006 22:40:31 GMT -5
Abbott's face remained unchanged, as if indifferent to the woman's savagery. His eyes widened only a little, and with a few hard slaps and frantic shaking of his legs, he managed to put the flames out.
"These are my favorite pair of pants, you psychotic bitch!"
An almost animal-like snarl erupted from somewhere deep inside his chest, but instead of getting fumed up even more, he took a deep breath. Seeing that he wasn't going to win this, his lips pursed in annoyance as he grumbled, prying the ciggarette from his mouth and throwing it on the ground. With a smooth motion of his foot and a stomp, it was out.
"Anything for you...honey."
A slight sigh followed his sarcasm. What a waste...but that ciggarette wasn't the most important thing on his mind at the moment. His right hand extended forward, motioning that they should continue on. This careless gesturing caused the sleeve of the hoody to fall back some, giving a glimpse of the missing ring finger on his right hand. It seemed to have been severed as close as it could be to the hand. Either that, or he was born without one (which is highly unlikely).
"I'd love to bitch at you all day because of this, but I don't have that kind of time. Care to continue, dearest?"
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Idiot
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Post by Idiot on Dec 19, 2006 23:24:31 GMT -5
"Am I interrupting something?" asked John Doe, smiling, as he rounded a nearby corner.
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Post by Dubilicious BABY! on Dec 20, 2006 8:48:44 GMT -5
I hope this one isn't crazy too...Clearing his throat, Abbott looked down at his charred pants, sighing as he shook his head.
"Nothing wrong here. I would appreciate it though if you would kindly point me to this class I'm supposed to be taking..."
He shot a venomous glance at Pyris from the corner of his eyes.
"...without setting me on fire."
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Post by Pyris on Dec 20, 2006 12:05:36 GMT -5
Pyris smirked, winking at the most recent person to show up. "Of course not. Just doing a little.... putting of the kid in his place? As much as I'd like to catch you on fire a few more times... I think I'll hand you over to this sweetheart right here," she said, motioning to John Doe. ((I'm never going to get used to that...O.o)) Blowing a kiss at the glare from Abbott, she turned and walked down the hall happily.
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Post by Dubilicious BABY! on Dec 21, 2006 3:33:04 GMT -5
Abbott's brow perked upward at Pyris.
"Putting me in my place? Why I ought to..."
Remembering that he was a student here, he merely gritted his teeth, speaking through them as he sneered.
"You wanna set me on fire again that bad, huh? We'll have to go on a date for that and when we do...you better bring me a ciggarette, because you owe me it. Until then....ta ta, psycho bitch."
He growled like a rabid dog, kicking the ground angerily before turning his attention to John Doe.
"How long do I have to put up with this!? Jesus Christ...I hope somebody gives her a dose of her medicine soon..."
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Post by Pyris on Dec 21, 2006 12:00:50 GMT -5
((*ever-so-evil snicker* Geez, Dub.... I'm not that psychotic!))
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Post by Dubilicious BABY! on Dec 21, 2006 13:02:01 GMT -5
((Of course you are! XD!! That's why I love you so much. ^_^ That...and dear ol' Abbott there isn't in a good mood, so he's going to overexaggerate everything. XP))
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Idiot
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Post by Idiot on Dec 22, 2006 11:08:50 GMT -5
John shrugged. "You know, I really have no idea where any of the classes are. They seem to move around. Besides, I'm just a lowly student here myself. Maybe it would be best to have a teacher like Pyro show you where things are."
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Post by Dubilicious BABY! on Dec 23, 2006 10:13:57 GMT -5
Abbott just stared at John for what seemed like forever, not daring to any sign, no matter how small, of moment. It was then that his right eyebrow dared to perk upward.
"...You think I should let her show me around? Even worse yet, the classes MOVE around? Where in God's name am I? What kind of fucking school is this!?"
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Idiot
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A rose by any other name would have as many thorns...
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Post by Idiot on Dec 23, 2006 16:41:26 GMT -5
"It's Harebell's Roleplay Academy, of course! And just as stories often change, so does the Academy. At least, I think that's how it works." John shrugged again, then turned to Pyris, calling out to her.
"Hey, Pyris! Are you about to teach a class? Mind if I tag along?"
John cupped a hand to his ear and awaited some kind of response.
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