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Post by sydcymbaline on Feb 14, 2011 11:57:12 GMT -5
Quinn was already in the classroom, slowly eating her breakfast of a can of cola and french fries. It was silent except for a few other staff members walking down the hallways.
She was in her classroom for about two hours before class. Quinn shook her head blinking her eyes. She glanced over at the clock; almost time for the students to come into the class. At least Momiji will not be in class to annoy everyone beyond end, she thought, sighing.
She took another sip of her drink. "Another day, another lesson to teach," she grinned. "And new students, still."
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Post by Momma Shakespeare on Feb 14, 2011 12:27:49 GMT -5
Augustin DuChamp looked around the classroom. He knew that he should've come when school actually opened, but he had a lot of moving in to do over the past two days. There were not many others in the room at the moment, so that meant he could get a good seat for class.
He sat down in a chair near the middle of the room and pulled out an ornate-looking journal and a quill pen with ink. It was old-fashioned, yes, but it was the way he preferred to write his stories. He had nothing to write at the moment, though. He felt that just holding his pen and staring at a blank page for a while would be inspiring enough.
He decided that that wasn't the case after a while, and put the journal away, replacing it with a plain notebook for note-taking. He kept the pen out, though. Maybe just writing notes would inspire him.
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Post by Wolf-Gang AltMann on Feb 14, 2011 15:33:05 GMT -5
Wolf left home early and began walking to the academy for the first day of school he had his letter and every thing but he did not bring his cloak. he would have to hide the fact he was "The Hunter" From the rest of his class mates, but he was fine with this since he hated to talk about his past with people. he had his lie set up to hide who he was though his teacher would know who he was.
"first day of school ever...it has been 8 years since i opened a book" he thought to him self as he walked up to the school.
he was Dressed in a Grey shirt and Jeans what he normally wore minus his cloak which was hidden in his bag just in case he needed to become "the Hunter" at any time he walked up to the school and opened the door and entered.
"i will have to get use to people it seems..." he thought to himself
he had the letter in his hand as he approached the door to the class room. he opened the door and stepped inside. he came to school early to avoid being asked about the scar over his right eye. he walked up to the teachers desk and put the letter on her desk and introduced himself.
"My Name is Wolf-Gang Altmann but please call me Wolf, this letter that i placed on your desk will explain why i am here" he said to the teacher.
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Post by sydcymbaline on Feb 14, 2011 19:24:51 GMT -5
Quinn glanced at the first new student to walk into class today. She quickly looked over her notes and saw that he goes by the name of Augustin DuChamp. A classy lad such as him must be fun to talk to, she thought, chuckling slightly through her toothy grin. She looked down the list, thinking there would be at least one more new person in the class. This one student, Wolf, was indeed an odd one.
Hearing footsteps, Quinn guessed that it was Wolf who had approached her. She looked down at the letter that was now on her desk. She stared at the letter, and her upper lip started to twitch. "I already know why you are here... lad," she mumbled so that just only Wolf and her could hear. "Just because you are here because of the government doesn't mean you'll get any special treatment."
She blinked, finally looking at Wolf. "Go sit down, lad." Oh, how I hate the government...
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Post by Wolf-Gang AltMann on Feb 14, 2011 19:44:20 GMT -5
Wolf Turned and went to sit down in a seat in the back.
"i know...Mrs.Quinn i was not expecting special treatment you will find this letter most interesting." Wolf said as he left.
he really wished he was still "The Hunter". he was free back then he would hate the school life and not getting revenge. he sat down and opened his sketch book and looked at his Cat melody and began to brush up on the drawing before class started.
"i am going to despise some of the people here it seems since i already think the teacher is going to keep an eye on me as well as lord death... they really need my strength that of "The Hunter". all the government wants is me to take down what ever threat the Lord Death needs me to...i went from assassin to pawn in about three days...free man to student." he thought to himself as he finished his drawing up.
he all ready knew his scar was gonna get him a lot of attention and depending on how Quinn introduced him...he would have a problem. all he knew was...he had to get food for the cat and restock the fridge with Milk. his life at the DMWA had begun
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Post by sydcymbaline on Feb 14, 2011 20:10:04 GMT -5
Quinn smiled. "I'll read it after class, lad," she said, placing the letter in her bag.
Other students started rushing into the room, determination written on their faces. Quinn looked around the room, noticing that Momiji, Mel and Emi were still out on the mission. She wished she would have followed them but, she knew that they would learn nothing from the lesson if that was to happen.
Quinn could have easily taken the mission and be done and over with it and would have been probably on her way back home by now. She could not help but, show a little concern for her students.
She grinned. "Alright, I see some new faces, so I will say the homework again: Be sure to have a partner, either it be a Weapon or Meister is up to what you are."
She looked into her notes. "Alright, now the lesson for today is sensing Soul Wavelengths..." Unfortunately, most of the classes' soul wavelengths can be summed up in a couple of words: Tired, bored or not listening...
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Post by Wolf-Gang AltMann on Feb 14, 2011 20:34:14 GMT -5
Wolf shut his sketch book and started listening to the class.
"this teacher is something else...i can almost read her like a book...she seems very experienced in combat i would not want to cross blades with this women...for various reasons...Soul Wave lengths didn't the...government say something about me being able to use them and that is how i killed some of my targets by hitting there souls" Wolf Thought as he listened
he was interested in what she said since he was just playing the part of student for now. he needed a weapon he was alone in this world Except for his cat melody. he could hear murmurs of the students staring at his scar. he felt the anger coming up but he just sat there controlling it.
"these kids would fear me if they knew the real me a cold blooded killer on a quest for revenge...i want to be "the hunter" so bad right now...they would fear me...i was a assassin who never used a weapon...i wish i could hide behind my cloak...maybe the hunter should be seen during the day...just to scare them...that it...after school i will make the hunter return...." He thought sitting in the back of the room with a grin on his face.
After class he would get his revenge for the class he was being gossiped from what he could hear. he just stayed calm and started to check every one out he even got the gist of the teacher. he was doing a bad habit marking targets to take out one by one. he would have to start focusing on witches and demons for that though. he still had a lot to learn.
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Post by sydcymbaline on Feb 14, 2011 23:44:07 GMT -5
Quinn started writing things on the board with the chalk provided. Oh, how she hated chalk however, she would give in. Every single squeak and screech the chalk made, sent shivers up her spine.
She sighed, finally done with the evil board and chalk. She turned to face the class, seeing mixed glances all around the room. Some of the students were looking at her and copying everything that she wrote on the board while others were staring awkwardly at each other and Wolf.
Her mouth twitched, as she sat on the desk. Quinn cleared her throat, "With this diagram that I just wrote on the board, you will get a clear understanding of how we use Soul Wavelength. However, what is it?
It is simple. It is the rythm of one's soul. It carries the true ideas and perspectives of the person, either Meister or Weapon. Most of us Meisters can sense the wavelengths of others."
She smirked. "Now, I have a question... can any of you tell me what my wavelength looks like right now? Anybody in the room?"
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Post by Momma Shakespeare on Feb 15, 2011 6:55:39 GMT -5
Augustin looked the teacher over until she started to glow a green-ish color. "Could that be... her soul?" He thought as he continued staring. He knew that he could sense how people were feeling, but when it came to whatever these "wavelength" things were, he really had no clue as to what to look for.
He continued scanning until he felt something come off of her as she wiped her hand on her pants and a white residue came off of them. As this action was done, he could feel a wave of annoyance that stemmed from the white residue on the dark pants.
After thinking a while on what that might be, Augustin spoke up. "You... dislike... err... chalk?" He wasn't quite sure if his answer was correct, but it was worth a try.
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Post by cirqueduneko on Feb 15, 2011 13:14:06 GMT -5
The 3 bottles of gin, 8 ounces of whiskey, 20 ounces of rum, 5 beers, and the single shot of jager finally caught up to Calico, stumbling down the hallways of DWMA, mop in hand. Calico had been cleaning in a drunken haze, and cleaned pretty well drunk, but for some odd reason, wasn't working as well today as usual. Tripping over their own feet, Calico had been wandering the halls, saying cleaning over and over.
After doing so for thirty minutes, Calico grabbed the handle to a random classroom, and then proceeded to kick down the door. "This classroom is now under the management of the scurvy dog of the halls, Calico Read!" they shouted, clearly and boisterously. Calico stood at the door to Quinn's classroom triumphantly, then wobbled in and started swabbing down the chalkboard, not noticing the stunned silence of the classroom.
Calico then stumbled away from the board, leaving it a chalky, watery mess, all the words completely unreadable from being smeared by the wet mop. After cleaning the desks with her mop, Calico finally collapsed onto Wolf's desk, snoring and drooling, mop in hand. Calico lay there completely undisturbed, and knocked out like a chick given rohypnol.
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Post by sydcymbaline on Feb 15, 2011 14:26:24 GMT -5
Quinn chuckled lightly. "True, Augustin, but that is not what I was asking for." She nodded. "Anything else you can read about me?"
The whole class looked at her in silence, either bored or they were thinking. With a sudden bang, Quinn tensed up. She looked to her right to see an odd person start screaming at her class and at her. It then proceeded to clean the board. She could sense that the person was drunk by its slurred speech and its dramatic movements.
The janator, most likely, started to wipe her board clean. She twitched, her grin growing in size. What the hell is with the interruptions... she thought.
With the Janator now passed out on a student's desk, she looked at the class. It's perfectly normal for people to come into the class and make complete fools of themselves... she thought, calming herself down.
She clearned her throat. "Wolf... when this lesson is done, could you please wake up the janator sitting next to you. You can wake it in whichever way you wish, which includes violence..."
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Post by Wolf-Gang AltMann on Feb 15, 2011 17:15:31 GMT -5
Wolf looked at Calico then at Mrs. Quinn "yes Mrs. Quinn i will make sure she is woken up with a good punch or two" he said with anger
the class was muttering some more...now he had a drunk janitor on his desk...and his sketch book he moved away he placed in his bag. the students were laughing a little. between the janitor and the scar on his face he had had enough. he finally stood up interrupting the class.
"ENOUGH" he yelled. "I have had it...if you want to comment on the scar stop hiding under a rock and say it to my face...worst first day ever...I have had enough" he said and then slid the janitor off his desk and into the wall denting it slightly in a fit of rage and then sat back down in his seat.
he knew it would have repercussions but he had enough of the bullshit. he was the hunter not some laughing stock of the school. he knew this he didn't care if he had to face lord death. he was sick of being a laughing stock he would become stronger. the gossip soon died down after his little burst of rage or so he could tell. though the janitor looked familiar in some way to him. he could not place his finger on it though. he then calmed down and looked back at the board.
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Post by cirqueduneko on Feb 15, 2011 17:29:04 GMT -5
Calico felt an unpleasant shock of pain in the back area, and began to stir. When Calico awoke, more sober than prior, and looked up, they felt odd. Staring into the student's face, Calico felt as if he had looked familiar. Calico then stood up and looked around to see the class, realizing what had happened and been done.
"Uhhh... sorry for any interruptions." Calico then pointed to the student, "You look familiar. Also, Mrs. Quinn, would you like to go out for drinks tonight? I can pay for you. If any of you kids would like to come, I would be honoured to take you with me."
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Post by sydcymbaline on Feb 15, 2011 18:16:58 GMT -5
Quinn chuckled. "Of course, I'll have a drink with you," she said, grinning. "The usual spot, at eight should be good, right?"
She turned to face her class, her grin seeming to change into a sinister gleam. "You really haven't grown up, class, since those years in elementary school of bullying each other around. Apparently, the lot of you should go back and learn some damned manners."
Quinn turned back to Calico. "Could you please clean the rest of the board for the next class to come in...? I have something I need to deal with..." She placed her hand gingerly on the letter that Wolf had given her. This kid...
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Post by cirqueduneko on Feb 15, 2011 18:41:21 GMT -5
Calico bowed slightly while grabbing the mop. "Gladly, m'lady Quinn. Tonight at eight, it is. And, since you have been so nice about my interruption, I will make sure your board sparkles, leaving not a trace of chalk behind. I know you hate it, so." Calico then strode up to the front of the classroom, towards Quinn, and kissed the back of her hand in a gentlemanly manner, ignoring the students who dared catcall.
"Actually, I will make sure your entire classroom sparkles." Calico then walked around the room, wiping down the desks swiftly, hitting each of the unruly students in the back of the head smartly with the mop. After wards, Calico strolled up to the front of the classroom as the class continued, back hurting, and a nagging going on in their head. Glancing back whilst cleaning, Calico stared at the emotionally unstable student. Why does that kid with anger management issues look so familiar?Hrmmm... This hurts my brain. More booze tonight. Wonder if Fernando can come with us. The man has been gone for ages. If he isn't, then I guess it means I get Quinn all to myself. Calico then turned to Mrs. Quinn, grinned, and went back to cleaning.
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