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Yeah, but I'd much rather be running in full fox-form, without the threat of being killed or eaten, or worse. She thinks gloomily.
She doesn't voice that, however, and instead replies. "'Tis okay." Her replies, out of habit, were short and succinct. The one-minute bell rings loudly, warning the students of the impending school-start. She tries not to cringe to visibly at the pain shooting through her ears at the loud bell right over her. |
"well then I gess you would not be interested in cutting school early and haveing a snowball fight with me at lunch." Engel said as he slowed his pace. he hated his afternoon classes more then anything and always skiped out on them. Since he had no parents he did not have to worry about getting yelled at or anything like that.
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"I'm good, thanks." She replies.
She didn't mention that she only had one class after lunch, and normally got out of school early. She loved having those two hours of freedom, not many people to worry about, to be concerned about her ever-present fox-ness. She enters the door, and heads to the back of the room, where her seat was. The teacher wasn't there yet, but he was often a few minutes late, so it wasn't anything new. She kind of liked the few moments to get her stuff out and ready to go, only to doodle and daydream later. |
Sam puts the remaining mouth-peice part on the bassoon, and puts his now-moist reed in the tube.
The Band Director gets on the podium and says the announcements, like the upcomming concert, and things like that. Then, the band warms up, himself included. The B-flat scale is played first, followed by some lip-slurs that only helped if you played a brass instrument. |
Engel walked into the room and sat down in his seat in the middle of the class. he layed his head down on the desk trying to fall asleep so that when he woke up class would be over . Then he would skip the rest of his class and play in the snow and turn into his Gryphon form. He bare feet where wet on the floor but none of the teachers cared. he liked haveing no shoes on it felt more natural to him. He moved his wings around in his shirt wanting to get out of here as soon as he could and streach them.
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<<Anyone mind me skipping to the end of first period?>>
The clock hands slowly, but surely tick out the minutes until the bell rings again. The students all grab their stuff and push through the door and into the hall. Mitsuki waits the twenty seconds for the mass of students to clear before making her own way out. She hated the pushing crowds, she was always afraid someone might discover a certain secret of hers which could easily lead to her untimely death. Her next class was in the next wing, so she starts back down the long hallway, her mind drifting on friday-morning thoughts. |
Engel woke up when the bell rang and slowly made his way to the exit. He did not care for his next class , gym. He always skiped because someone would find out that he had wings. When he got outside he went to the tree that was in the school yard and climbed up to his usual branch and watched the snow fall from the sky and blanket the ground beneath him.
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Samuel walks down the halls, looking at all the similarly dressed students.
His next class was European History. He sits in his desk, with his head buried in his arms. He was tired, and tonight he was planning on some 'steak' tonight. His plan for that was simple. Pick a random person, usually teenager, for they were easier to knock out, and everyone would blame it on the Call. It was briliant, or so he thought. Now, however, was time to get some sleep to have energy for later. |
Clarette follows the footprints of the living students in the snow, off in her own daydreams.
Her ghostly blonde hair blows in the wind, as she focuses on becoming more physical than translucent. She smiles as she makes her own footprints, something she didn't normally do. She looks up at the snow-spewing sky, giggling as one lands on her nose. If one was watching, they'd say she looked like a child who'd never seen snow before. She'd seen plenty of snow, but none so nice and fluffy. Mitsuki sighs as she sits in yet another class, her thoughts waivering. She remembers the comment from earlier, about the perfume she didn't wear. Maybe, though she hoped not, he had meant he could smell through her deception, and knew she was really a Silverfox. The Lit teacher drones on about various things, but she pays no mind. It wasn't like she would fail, nor had any parents to worry about failing for. |
Kara fidgeted in her seat. She LOATHED Spanish. However, it was an easy A and she needed the language credit. *sigh* She twirled a pencil in her hands. Unconsciously she began sketching a picture of Mia on the sheet she was supposed to be writing words for the classroom objects around her.
She looked down and gasped. She crumpled it up and threw into the trash. "Puedo ir al banyo?" The teacher said "Si." and she left. Once in the bathroom she splashed the water over her face, the cold spray shocking her awake. Why? Why? She had to get her mind off of her. The afterimage of Mia on that paper haunted her. She had looked so lost and confused. It was just a drawing, that she had drawn herself, but she couldn't shake the feeling. She walked as slowly to class as possible. There must be away to beat this. And she would find it, no matter what it took.... |
Engel looked down and saw a girl playing in the snow. She looked like she was having fun looking up into the blinding white cloud. He smiled at her and jumped from his tree branch and laned on the ground without making a sound. Then walked over to her and looked up at the sky and said "isn't snow magical"
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Landon yawns from behind the rack holding piano music.
It was a pretty boring day, like usual. Though, one lady yelled at him because he said they couldn't repair a trumpet so badly dented and folded that it hardly looked like a trumpet anymore. That kind of scared him, one that somehow something bent the instrument in half, and two at her passion to get it fixed. But, other than that, it was boring. |
Sam yawns, in-between naps.
He wished the class would end already, but there was still a good nother half hour left. The longing to scrape his talons on the chalkboard right now was nagging him. He remembers his feast tonight, however, and behaves. |
Engel got bored and went back to the school. he wondered the halls wondering when he would get the chanse to throw a snowball at Mitsuki. He still wondered if she had figured out what he was since it did not take long for him to figure out what she was.
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The bell rang. No need to go back to class anyways. She couldn't go to social studies though. All they talked about was the call. So she wrapped her scarf tighter around her, making sure her ears were covered by both the hat and scarf. She had to get to a computer. Maybe someone else would know better than her what to do. maybe they had some information.
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<<Sorry, was distracted with chores and fighting my little brother...>>
Clarette tried to ignore the guy, even though she clearly agreed with him. She had been shy when she was alive, and somethings stuck. Meekly, she fades back into her normal, semi-visible state, embarassed. She returned to her bench, sighing. Mitsuki yawns. Two more classes until lunch! Well, one now, but it was only the start of the next class. She ruffles her brown hair, making sure her tell-tale ears were covered. She had Desktop Media next, one of the most boring classes in the history of ever. But, at least she could goof off on the internet instead of working. |
when the bell rang Engel walked to his math class and sat down in his seat. He took one of his nails and stared to carve the dottom of his desk waiting for class to start. He hated math it was too easy sometimes so he never listend.
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"Samuel! Did you even hear the question?" The teacher, possibly his communications teacher, bellows.
"No." He replies, sleepily. The teacher sighs, but turns to a different student. He was aceing the class, so it wasn't like ti was a problem. |
Or not.
It turns out there was actually an interesting assignment to do, so she spent her time doing that rather than surfing the net. The Silverfox's attention is on the computer, looking for the pictures she needed. She was supposed to be doing something with birds, so she was searching for bird pictures. Birds, that jogged her memory. That guy, Engel, smelled like some kind of bird. What was a 'mythical' bird? Phoenix? No, well, yes, but it wasn't that. A crest of a lion-like bird appears on her search results, a gryphon. That was probably it. A small weight leaves her shoulders. He probably didn't want to kill her then, if anything foxes killed birds, not the other way around. She just wished there were more beings out there like that. |
Engel got bored with math and facked being sick to get out early. When he was out of the class he when out side and started to make snowballs waiting for when Mitsuki came out so that he could ambush her. He wanted to talk to her more since there kind where not enemy like the others.
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She sat at he computer. Her fingers skimmed the keyboard. how to start.
The Death Call. She typed it in. The page loaded with millions of hits, mostly conspiracy sites. But on the 5th page, she found what she was looking for. www.DeathCallInvestigation.com The Investigation of the Death Call- theories by the top researchers. She scrolled down. Jim Warely. She wrote down his telephone number and walked outside to make the call. |
Mitsuki rubs her green eyes sleepily.
She often got sleepy when she was getting hungry, but it was still twenty minutes until lunch. Her attention returns to her layout on-screen, however reluctantly. If she ruined her life here, she'd have to make a new one, which would be hard to do, for someone in her position. Clarette watches Engel from her unseen spot. He was making snowballs for some unfortunate person, she bet. What a funny phrase for a ghost to say, she didn't have much to bet anymore. She continued to watch, when she wasn't staring up at the cloudy-grey sky. She loved the snow. |
Engel had made enough snowball and now was making a snow sculpture. It was a sculpture of a Gryphone and it was coming out great since he liked to make snow and ice sculptures in the winter.
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"Hello? Is this Jim? I wanted to know what you knew about the Death Call. Yeah, I know a girl... knew. Do you know anything? Uh-huh. That makes sense. ... That's interesting. Not very helpful though."
This continued for twenty minutes. Tara knew more than she had, but she needed to put the pieces together. She decided to go home and take a nap, cutting through the courtyard. |
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