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Post by Talyn-chan on Nov 24, 2009 20:25:24 GMT -6
Tarin walks quietly into the room, absentmindedly reading her book as she sits at her desk, soon the students would be arriving and then she'd have to teach. Joy. crossing her ankles, she takes in the rounded room noting all details. The dimmed lights, lack of windows, chairs in a semi circle and in rows. All of it exactly as she wanted, she'd simply have to thank the Mistress for her, as always, perfect work.  this is what she's wearing |
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Post by Biki-la on Nov 24, 2009 21:56:16 GMT -6
Hista Dem walks into class early, her slim book bag slung over her shoulder and seeming to contain hardly anything. She's wearing a long black sweater that is slim fitting, and long jeans that conceal most of the black flats on her feet. Without a word she picks a seat towards the back of the circular room, crystal blue eyes scanning the room with little interest.
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Post by Talyn-chan on Nov 24, 2009 22:03:32 GMT -6
Tarin barely glances up from her book, even though she could have told you exactly how the girl looked. Rule # 1 in the Assassin's Code: Know your enemies. She knew teaching would be a greater expenditure than her years with the gang in Texas.
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Post by Dethran on Nov 25, 2009 11:28:46 GMT -6
Dethran walked in, with Franz bouncing along behind him. They both sat down near the back, and Dethran put his backpack on his desk while Franz opened up the laptop and started running a game on it. Dethran's backpack folded open to reveal a monitor and keyboard, on which he started manipulating some code and running tests on the program that was up.
OOC- Franz is mentally an open book. He is, for now, allowing his mind to stay on just one thought at a time and actually show that.
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Post by Talyn-chan on Nov 25, 2009 21:34:27 GMT -6
Talyn repressed a cringe at the fact that they were filtering in in groups now. It wouldn't be long till she had to teach, and then, she stopped thinking about it. She didn't she could repress the shiver she knew would occur if she continued to think about the subject.
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Post by kosora on Nov 25, 2009 23:45:39 GMT -6
Jared walked into the room, wearing a simple button up dress shirt and some black slacks. He looked over to whom he assumed was the teacher, said, "Good day, ma'am," then sat himself down in the middle of the room. He took out a notebook, and began scribbling in it.
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Post by Talyn-chan on Nov 26, 2009 8:02:02 GMT -6
She couldn't repress the smirk that arose, at least one of these punks had some manners. Four of them now, she'd wait for a few more before she started, then the rest of them could deal with being late.
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Post by Dethran on Nov 26, 2009 11:54:04 GMT -6
A small voice in Tarin's left ear said, "If you project a distaste of teaching strongly enough that I can read it without trying, why do you continue to teach?"
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Post by Talyn-chan on Nov 26, 2009 12:37:24 GMT -6
Why that's easy She thinks smirk disappearing. It's what I'm paid to do. What ever I get paid to do I do! Placing her book on the desk one could now read the cover: Deception Through the Ages.
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Post by Kiako on Nov 27, 2009 13:47:30 GMT -6
Craig walked in, almost late for the class, wearing his usual nondescript t-shirt, baggy faded black jeans, leather jacket, sneakers. and the everpresent gloves that extended above his wrists to hide his tattoos. It was clear that he didn't want to be here as much as the teacher did. One quick scan of the room, and... releif. Dida wasn't in the class. Or Run. Just a bunch of sheep that he didn't know yet. At least he hoped they were just sheep. It was to exausting dealing with anyone more... different. But that was unlikly. Hopefully Craig woulnd't get a chance to figure out the personalities of these people. He just wanted to be left alone. He slouched over to a seat that was apart from the rest of the class, eager to put some distance between him and the other students.
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Post by Biki-la on Dec 3, 2009 22:08:01 GMT -6
Hista's crystal blue eyes wandered over to Craig, examining him with mild interest. Of all the students in the class, he seemed like he'd be the most fun to scare. Especially since he'd sat separated from the other students, it was clear that he didn't want to make any bonds with the students in the classroom.
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Post by kosora on Dec 5, 2009 18:06:16 GMT -6
Jared glanced over to the newcomer. He looked completely bored, but seemed to be content with sitting by himself. In fact, everyone in the room seemed to already be masters of detachment. Well, everyone except him, although he seemed to be doing a petty good job so far. Of course, he hadn't formally met anyone yet, so that wasn't saying much.
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Post by Biki-la on Dec 6, 2009 20:33:39 GMT -6
Jid walked into the class then, all smiles. As his pace slowed, his eyes quickly scanned over all of the students currently in the class--he focused on Jared, smiling at him as he walked towards him, seeming overly friendly.
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Post by kosora on Dec 6, 2009 21:17:54 GMT -6
Jared looked up at Jid, caught off guard by his friendly countenance. Quickly getting over the suprise, he smiled back, got up and held out his hand.
"My name's Jared," he said.
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Post by Biki-la on Dec 9, 2009 0:07:11 GMT -6
Jid placed his hand in Jared's, but failed to move it, thus failing at a hand shake. "Nice name. Nice round letters," Jid nodded in approval, bouncing back on his heels, "I'm Jid"
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Post by Dethran on Dec 22, 2009 10:08:55 GMT -6
"That seems like plenty of reason, and if any school paid enough for that, this would be it," replied the voice.
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Post by Biki-la on Jan 3, 2010 14:09:06 GMT -6
OOC: Should we start class?
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Post by Talyn-chan on Jan 3, 2010 22:53:57 GMT -6
OOC- I want to wait for a few more people!
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