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Post by Lo Miller on Sept 12, 2010 17:37:49 GMT -5
Lo Miller "Nice to meet you as well." He replied, tone deep but seductive. Lo watched as another student came in. Male. Dark hair and matching dark eyes, tall, and wore all black. . . Much like Lo himself. Lo didn't know it yet, but soon that would be his roommate. Lo watched as the second girl looked at him, offering a warm and alluring grin. She was pretty too, another Lo would soon add to his list. Women were his specialty, they all loved him and he loved to get with them. Their skin was soft, lips kissable, their smell. Everything about them was seductive. Lo smiled as he looked down at the packet, a normal syllabus and some other papers that were likely filled with nonsense. Looking up at the clock, class was nearly ready to start, time seemed to drag though. . . And this was only the start of the day.
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Post by Neytiri on Sept 12, 2010 21:14:22 GMT -5
OOC: You're right...it needs to start up. Miss Ingrid Schuller I looked around at the gathering of students in the class, and in the hallway I heard the bell ring, a soft ding, ding, ding. I decided to leave the door open, though some other teachers would likely close theirs, just in case a few stragglers happened by the classroom. Looking back over the desks and making sure everyone had their packet, I glanced back briefly at Hakari. "Hakari, you may pick any desk you like, and welcome, again!" I spoke softly and smiled, reaching out to pat his shoulder. Then, I turned on my heels and strode to the front of the classroom. Glancing up at the whiteboard, I then turned around to face the classroom, hopping up on a tall stool to rest my feet, and crossing one leg over the other, my hands clasped together. "Morning everyone!" I spoke loud enough to jolt a few kids from their sleepy eyed looks, but still with a calm smile spread on my face. "If you've read the board, good for you, but I have a feeling some of you skipped over it." A mischevious grin on my face gave away the stern front I tried to pull. "Well, I'm Miss Schuller, and I'll be your favorite teacher for the rest of the year, I hope. And no, I'm not married, so don't ask. Every year I get someone who's just dying to know, so there." Still smiling and eyes laughing, I paused for second to glance down at the students and the English packets. "Now, I'm sure you're all worried about the syllabus, but don't be. Mostly, I just typed up the year's overview on the first two pages, a list of the novels we'll read, and a short briefing of some of the essays and projects we'll be doing. In this class, you'll quickly notice we do quite a bit of reading over anything else. We'll have book talks and sometimes write analyses over the novels. In case you didn't know, this is, after all, Advanced English, so it won't be all that simple. You'll get homework, trust me, but it shouldn't be too difficult. Plus, my last class last year played more jokes on each other than anything else, so I hope you all will have a fun year with me, too." I looked over their expressions and made brief eye contact with Lo, then looked up again. "Any questions so far? Anyone awake enough yet?" My sky blue eyes sparkled and my soft, pointed face etched into a laugh.
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Post by Hikari Kubayashi on Sept 13, 2010 16:54:47 GMT -5
Hikari Kubayashi
I offered a short, tight nod to the slim teacher. Turning on my heels, I made my way sharply to a desk relatively close to the front of the spacious room. I noticed a veritable giant sitting in the desk next to me. He sat casually, yet looked around curiously, scanning the occupants in the large room. His name was......Lo. Extremely masculine. Almost ridiculously so.
I returned my attention to Miss Sculler and flipped rapidly through the papers stapled in an ominous seeming packet, several pages thick, as she began to explain its contents while perched lightly on a high stool, overlooking the class. She added in a few brief, icebreaking comments which helped me keep attentive to her speech. However, I could not help but notice the frantic, and rather panicked Japanese girl. I offered a rare smile to the girl and invited her to sit near me.
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Post by &Sugita Nanami on Sept 13, 2010 16:55:09 GMT -5
Ding, ding, ding!
A girl paused in the hall, as if she were registering what the ringing meant. Oh, wasn't that the... Bell? Her chocolate eyes widened, her grip tightening around her books. She was late, and on her first day, too! What a great way to start the school year. The girl, who was shorter than most, thanks to her Japanese blood, broke out into a sprint, slowing her pace only when the Advanced English door came into sight. The only thing she could catch from the teacher's words were Any questions so far? Anyone awake yet? The brown-haired girl took in a deep breath before slipping through the open door and into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late, Miss Schuller." She said, her voice soft and, well, quite. The girl bowwed with rescpect quickly before slipping into the nearest seat. It was quite obvious that she was nervous. Why? For one, she just came into class late. Two, she doesn't know anyone. And, three, it was quite hard to believe that a Japanese girl is in an Advanced English class. Oh well. Just keep your mouth shut during class, unless the teacher calls on you, and you'll live, Nanami. Ah, yes, she was talking mentally to herself. That was always fun.
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Post by Ambrose Savini on Sept 13, 2010 17:12:08 GMT -5
In actuality, Ambrose had been waiting for class to start for about a half-hour. You see, he was usually never tardy, but every once and awhile he would put a ripple in his perfect attendance sheet. He didn't do these to be an ass, but he had a reputation to upkeep. Advanced English was the first class on his schedule for the day and he had a feeling that Ms. Schuller was going to be pissed. Good, that's exactly what he needed. He liked the attention.
The way that the class was set up, he could easily slide into the back without being noticed by the teacher at the front. That was, if the class was in motion. Yet, he decided that it was a good day and a dramatic entrance was needed. He opened the door and walked inside, flashing everyone who turned their heads his own million dollar smile and walked to the front of the classroom. "Morning Ms. Schuller. You're looking great today. Like everyday, of course." he daringly passed the boundary line. He chuckled lightly, and slid a note onto her desk. It was a note that said: I think I had some trouble with the reading. Extra help? From there, he coolly slid into an open desk, waiting for the class to proceed.
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Post by Neytiri on Sept 13, 2010 17:54:09 GMT -5
Miss Ingrid Schuller
I sat at the front of the class, eyeing everyone's faces. A few students were perched expectantly in their chairs, a few relaxed and attentive, a few who apperently had developed wandering eye syndrome. It was only a moment before a pair of light, quick feet entered and I glanced up with a smile, seeing a short yet pretty girl walk in. She looked embarrassed, and I couldn't blame her, but I decided it wasn't a problem, since it was still the first day. The girl headed near the front of the room and looked at me with quiet eyes and a tense look on her dainty face. I listened for her barely audile words. "Sorry I'm late Ms. Schuller." Her voice was soft and low, that feeling of embarrasment creeping into her words. Unhastily, I softened my blue eyes and shifted my face into a soft, warm smile. I raised my eyes and spoke to her in a low tone. "Don't worry about it. Pick any spot."
My gaze shifted back up at the whiteboard, opening my mouth to speak again, but I was cut off sharply by the swinging of the door and large, heavy footfalls proceeding into the room. Looking away from the board, I focused on a tall, muscular teenager with thick blond hair and a tall, wide frame. He looked like an athlete, for sure. My face questioned his entrance, certainly he wasn't afraid of the attention. I judged his movements as he neared me and the class, stopping by my desk, next to a front row seat. As I watched him confidently approach, I did not mistake his actions. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him slip a paper folded note on my desk and I quickly looked back at him. The boy looked up at me openly, and he spoke in loud words, certainly for the whole class to hear.
"Morning, Ms. Schuller. You're looking great today, like everyday, of course." I tilted my head, a slight blush spreading on my face. Eyebrows raised a little, after only a moment's pause, I replied to him. "Well then...Ambrose, I believe? Ambrose, you may see me after class, young man. And good morning to you too." I kept a slightly stern look on my face, but a hint of a smile played on my lips. Peering quickly back at the note, I could make out two words from here. Extra help? He needed help, and I knew no regular show off, bratty kid would ask for that, of course. I understood him a little now. He was playing tough, something you saw quite common in twelvth grade. Naturally, though, underneath he was hopefully a good student, and a nice kid, if I was lucky.
"Mr. Ambrose, the part you missed wasn't much, lucky for you, and I basically was explaining our schedule for the year. I hope you're as good at reading as you are at coming in tardy, because we'll be doing quite a bit of that." I looked over at his for a moment, then swiveled my view of the room. Quickly reaching one fair skinned hand to finger comb through my thick, wavy blond hair, I glanced over at my desk a second, then returned to my view of the board. "As I was saying, does anyone have questions for the syllabus or the novels?"
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Post by Neytiri on Sept 14, 2010 22:39:07 GMT -5
OOC: Good post guys! It's moving...sorry, just felt like saying that.
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Post by Sarah Miller on Sept 14, 2010 23:19:42 GMT -5
S A R A H M I L L E R
Well, off to first hour. I suppose. I wasn't that excited about school, though. As you can tell. It was a new school, in a new state, with new people. Sure, I was openminded, but it was such a fancy place. My old school was nothing like this, I assure you. I just hoped the day would turn out alright.
Well, at least I'd made an effort to look good today. I'd picked out a black halter top, snug over my light skin. My jeans were dark blue and boot cut. My shoes were fashionable black, heeled boots, much like my show riding boots, but with a Manhattan touch. I'd picked a light forest green colored scarf, thin and soft, and draped it around my shoulders. My clothes might seem like an odd combo, but they set off my dark features. I had long, dark, very straight, layered brown hair and thick eyebrows. My face was smooth yet sharp, and I often used my New Yorker's intuition to pick out my clothes styles. Anymore, I didn't even have to think about what matched and what didn't.
So anyways, I was going along down the hall, my Coach bag slung over my shoulder, thinking I was doing fine at my casual, look-at-me strut. Then the bell rang. But there were students in the hall! I wondered about it as I picked up speed and jogged to the end of the hall, to the English room. Technically, it was Advanced English, and one of my three Advanced classes I'd taken this year. That only meant the teacher would probably be even madder at me for being tardy.
I heard the teacher speaking, vaguely remembering her pretty, accented voice, it seemed, from Back To School Night, maybe? When I looked in, I saw her sitting at a tall stool in front of the marker board, lecturing to the class. I rushed into the room and picked a spot near the back of the desks. I looked up at her apologetically, not wanting to disturb her lecture. As I took my spot and my body unhinged a little, I looked up at the teacher, her speech catching my eyes over anything else. She was pretty, if I might say so, with beautiful blue eyes and golden, spiraled hair. Her face was pointed, but spotless and smooth, and she looked very young, no doubt. Her accented voice drew me in, though. It rippled softly like a brook, but her voice wasn't quiet or loud, it just made you listen. She made me want to listen. She looked around the room and caught my eye once, and I was hypnotized. Her shimmering blue eyes sparkled kindly and friendly, and I became mezmerized.
After a moment of watching her, I finally convinced myself to look around at the rest of the class. I was sitting a desk or two over from this tall, wiry kid with glasses and wore white and black decor. The other boy in the room was several desks over, with the same type of dark hair and dark clothes, with jeans and cowboy boots. The newest boy was near the front talking with the teacher, and had on a muscle tee. No doubt an athlete. I then saw a few others, the rest all girls. One was quiet and dark haired, the other also dark haired with a flashy book bag, and a Japanese looking girl with a pretty face and a quiet voice when she spoke. Glancing then at the board, I saw the teacher's name, Miss Schuller, written on the board.
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Post by Hikari Kubayashi on Sept 17, 2010 18:06:35 GMT -5
Hikari held up his hand. "Incidentally, miss Schuller, i DO have a question. I noticed we'd be reading Beowulf. Are we reading Snorri Grimmhaldr's original Danish text or Lord Tennyson's 18th century Anglicanised form?" He hoped they'd be reading the Danish text. Then again, most students would not be able to read it. He waited expectantly.
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Post by Neytiri on Sept 21, 2010 21:59:54 GMT -5
Miss Ingrid Schuller
My blue eyes flickered back over the class as I looked quickly back over my papers. Tilting my head up again, I saw another girl enter the room. She had long brown hair and was slim and fashionably dressed. My, it seemed everyone was late today. I put on a thin smile and raised my eyebrows expectantly. She seemed to offer a bit of a smile, and my eyes softened. She looked a little anxious, and slid into a back row desk.
A voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned quickly back to Hikari as he spoke to me. "Incidentally, Miss Schuller, I do have a question. I noticed we'd be reading Beowulf. Are we reading Snorri Grimmhaldr's original Danish text or Lord Tennyson's 18th century Anglicanised form?" I looked up, surprised. "I'm impressed, Hikari. I'm not sure, but I think we'll be shooting for the original Danish version. We'll see what happens." I offered him a wink, and then glanced hurriedly up at the clock. We had only a few minutes left.
Standing, I quickly smoothed out my khaki pants while I began to speak a gain to the class. "Alright, then, as you heard, we'll be reading Beowulf this year, but we will also read The Scarlet Letter and To Kill A Mockingbird. Now, remember that assignment you had over the summer, to read Spindle's End? Well, we'll be doing a quick test over it, nothing diffucult, just to make sure you read the book and got something out of it. That will be next week, probably Wednesday. Also, as our class is over now, you need to grab a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird on your way out. Read the first chapter tonight to get a head start, then we'll start on it in class tomorrow." Just as I finished, the bell rang. Perfect timing. "Alright, everyone, dismissed." I spoke over the slight commotion in my soft, accented voice.
Looking back up, I nodded to Ambrose as I stepped past him and over to my desk. "Ambrose, over here." I gestured for him to head over to my desk. Stepping around its long, polished, wooden corners, I sank into my bright blue swivel chair, my white sweater draped over its back. Scooting forward, I reached across the desk surface and scanned over his note. My light, sparkling eyes looked up at his. "Now, on a light note, thank you, I suppose, for the enlightening comment. However, if there is something you need help with, please tell me so I can find out how to help you. Was it the reading, you said you were having difficulty with?" I spoke softly and questioningly, referring back to the slip note he'd left me. I sat in my velvet chair, arms leaned on my arms of my chair, fingers intertwined as I waited. OOC: Study guide for Spindle's End(The test will be very general, don't worry): www.bookrags.com/shortguide-spindles-end/To Kill A Mockingbird (Online book): www.sparknotes.com/lit/mocking/NOTES: You can refer to the online To Kill A Mockingbird version, if you haven't read the book yourself yet. Same with Spindle's End. I'm just trying to make this class as realistic as possible.
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Post by Lo Miller on Sept 26, 2010 4:57:56 GMT -5
Lo Miller The time had gone by faster then expected, which was fine by him. Lo grabbed his black backpack, stuffing the syllabus into it, before tossing it effortlessly onto his broad shoulder. There were few boys in the class, which was a good thing, more ladies for him right? A soft smile played on his face now, the young buck strode from his desk toward the exit of the classroom. The last girl that had entered the class, Sarah Miller, had caught his attention a little bit. No woman could hold his attention for very long, but any attractive woman could get his attention. As they mob of students exited the room, Lo lightly brushed up against her. "Oh excuse me. . . I didn't mean to bump into you. My name is Lo." He introduced himself, his tone alluring and seductive. How ironic, both their last names were Miller. Lo knew she definitely wasn't part of his family, he would have met her by now, if she was. He extended his hand, enticingly and quickly grabbing her's up and gently kissing the top of it. He slowly released it, his emerald eyes gleaming, tempting they were. "Well I must be going now." He said, turning around sharply on the heels of his boots. What was he doing? This was his game, seduce, entice, allure, then bye. It left the ladies begging for more, and he assumed it would work just as well with this one.
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Post by Sarah Miller on Sept 26, 2010 10:53:16 GMT -5
S A R A H ~ M I L L E R
Looking around, a little anxious still, at least I'd loosened up some. The blonde teacher seemed pretty easygoing, at least. I normally had a good way with people, especially teachers. In New York, I punched out straight A's right and left, and I enjoyed hanging around and just talking. I'd liked my English teacher last year, but it seemed she and I just didn't hit that connection.
Maybe I'd get at least one this year who'd turn out to be that awesome, nice, and radiant teacher that I'd connect to almost instantly. Now that I thought about it, I kind of hoped it'd be Miss Schuller. I can't quite place it, maybe it was the way she smiled, the way she could lift up the tension in the room, I just felt pulled in. As the teacher looked around the room, I glanced up and caught her soft gaze. She looked back at me with her crystalline sky blue eyes as she spoke to everyone, and I'm ashamed to admit, I missed about half her speech.
Sitting there in my chair, reclined against its back and my long, slim legs crossed delicately over one another, I sat in deep thought. My black, blue, and purple swirled book bag rested casually against my right boot on the floor. The colors attracted my eyes for a second, as they were sharp and splashy, yet sophisticated and cool up against my attire. Come to think of it, my long boots, those ones I'd bought from Madison Avenue in Manhattan, were actually hued a little deep purple, too. My mom had always told me I could wear anything with my dark brown hair, brown eyes, and my strong features.
I must have slipped out of my trance suddenly because I realized I'd missed a bit of the speech. She dismissed the class and went to talk to one of the students, the light haired boy in the muscle tee. I stood up after a moment of collecting my thoughts and reached down easily with my long arms to grab my bag. My shoes set off at a quick pace and I looked around at most of the students. I was average height, or maybe a little taller, because a lot of the kids were eye level or a little below me.
The heeled tips of my boots clacked lightly as everyone filed out, and I didn't realize one of the boys heading the same way I was, and all to soon he bumped my side, my shoulder thrown behind me. I turned with sharp, questioning eyes and looked up at the boy from class, the one with dark hair and dark eyes. He stopped and offered out hi hand, his smooth, light grip grasping mine and he lifted my hand to fashionably land a kiss, omething I wasn't expecting, but I played it cool. "Oh excuse me. . . I didn't mean to bump into you. My name is Lo." I blinked for a half second and then hinted into his tone.
He spoke deeply and softly, catching my ears. I tipped my delicate face, tossing my flatironed locks behind my shoulder and out from in front of my side of my face. Brown eyes glowed and I half smiled, showing of my white teeth a little. "Hey, Lo, I'm Sarah, and you're excused." I grinned again, and listened for his next words.
"Well I must be going now." "Alright, bye Lo. See you around." I watched as he strode effortlessly away, still remembering his glinting dark gaze, not sure whose to ponder more, his or the teacher's. As Lo walked off, I got a good look at his clothes, and decided he looked tall, dark, and handsome in those jeans and cowboy boots. I couldn't get him out of my mind, and I really looked forward to seeing him, as I found myself turnng down the hall and towards my next class.
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