The blonde grimaced and looked to Airen shaking his head. Of course this would have to happen. He wondered how Orca handled it this morning. Duncann took to the side of the room where Riley was. He thought this class would be fun, but looking like this it was going to suck. Teachers always seemed to ruin his passion for things. He had loved math then a teacher back in middle school killed it now he was going to lose history too, great.

Oh geez they're acting like she's trying to kill them. She was trying to give them a break. The more they play this game the more they don't have to do paper work. And more she doesn't have to do. She was changing up the teaching style for each class. Just to see how they did. She figured they'd like to get active but she supposed not. Of course she could just sit them back into their seats and lecture them for the next hour but she didn't enjoy it and she knew they wouldn't either. "No one know where that quote is from? Come on I know some of you read?" She stood from her desk. "Okay then lets sweeten the pot. I want each team to decide on one person to come up here, to try and answer this question, we'll play this simple. No team will pick the same person twice."

(what are the teams?)

((I am figuring them, I just don't have an even number of boys and girls... ^^ One team is going to have only two))

[[well...theirs duncann and riley, then kiki and airen >.> any other students i dont know about that are here this per?

oh, theres jack, but Palmoun: hasnt posted...]]

((sorry I forgot about this rp.. could someone tell me what is going on?))

[[its 3rd period now and ur in history or should be heading,there, its up to you if you wanna be late and shes having us line up in the front of the class boy girl boy girl and shes spliting us into teams]]

Sophie picked her head up, and sighing she raised her hand, holding a note that she had written to ask the teacher a question. Her teacher looked in her direction and Sophie stood up and walked up handing the note, which asked to be excused to go to the bathroom, and then to the office to try to get some pain meds for her headache which had hit in full force.
Her teacher nodded and wrote a hall slip so she could go, and Sophie picked up her purse and walked out and back down to the bathroom, stopping at her locker, sitting down by it, and pulling her knees up to her chest, and resting her forehead on them, wishing her head would stop pounding. Made concentrating so much harder!

Kira frowned. Sure she read, but she wasn't familiar with that particular quote. "The whole point is just figuring out where this quote came from?" She had asked aloud, probably something that would itch at Ren. Kira almost never spoke in class unless directly called up, most of the time anyway. "Don't most of you teachers make us 'discuss' our interpertations?" She had added on as an after-thought.

Asha shook her head a small chuckle. "Well this is just to get you guys in the moving. You answer the question then I let you discuss." She grinned, "Good, ask questions. I have answers. I'm a hard-ass I admit it, but if you do the work that might change." She says raising an amused eyebrow as the corner of her lip curls up just slightly. She was feeling better after he little nap and aspirin. She leaned against her desk one hand under her head.

((^_^ MIss Hope. A valiant effort to keep yourself engaged when there's no one in the same class as you. :) lolz, I would have someone come talk to you . . but all my charry's are in class. :yes:

Would you mind, dear miss Jesseh, if I made a nerd? xD Maybe I can find someone who can keep miss Sophie busy. :yes:))

After getting through with the first round of his song, L lifted his head. The black kid over near the side of the room was really going at it. . . .
Standing, the goth cleared his throat as he sat down near by Jason, his gaze meeting the other boy's for a few moments. Listening, he then began to strum at opportune moments, making their little imporv sound more coordinated. The result was an almost Cuban style of music, but it was good enough. Landon chuckled, keeping an ear on the way they both tweaked their beats and notes for one another. It sounded . . . odd, to say the least. But the fact that it sounded like something was a relief.
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Ryu had made his way around the classroom, speaking to many of the students individually in order to help rank them in different areas. Luckly the music room had two parts. He would be managing them both during the one class period. Beginners in one room, and more advanced students in the next.
Moving to stand near Jason and Landon, Seito tilted his head and listened for a few more moments before chuckling. "What are your names?" he asked, lifting the clipboard he had for taking role. Landon muttered his, giving the instructor a grim smile before looking back down at his instrument. Ryu nodded, and then turned his black eyes to the darker-skinned youth. "And you?"

((Thanks! Yeah, I'm a bit at an end as to what to do.... with her - plus she's hating me at the moment - she's not working with me right now... tries to not get pissed off too much at her poor girl. And there is someone in the same class as me but I can't remember who it is right now -- too lazy to go and check and see who it is but they've not posted in ages. XD))

[[yah you cann :)]]

Her eyebrows creased together as she started to think. Well, she had said they could ask questions, and damn it all if she wouldn't try to worm the answer out. If someone on her side figured it out first more power to them she thought. "Fictional book, or nonfiction?" She asked, one hand reaching up to twirl a loose strand of brown hair. All it really took was the asking of all the right questions to get the right answer, plus at least if she asked, the others could quit their incessant squirming that most people did when they suddenly realized they did not know everything. Not to mention she didn't care one whit if anyone called her a nerd, at least she was trying.

Riley stared at the floor, he had been put in Airen and Kira's group...oh joy... he thought to himself walking over to the group.

Airen walked over to Kiki and sat on a desk, tapping next to her on the desk so her friend would join her. She had no friggen clue what the quote was from. When the teacher cursed she raised an eyebrow, maybe this was going to be an interesting year.

"Its C.S. Lewis..." Riley mumbled, staring at his feet. "He wrote the lion the witch and the wardrobe..." He used to read the book to his sister when he was younger...Thats the only reason he knew about it, he had be reading an article on him and saw the quote. Yet he couldnt tell anyone this if he wanted to keep the info on his sister quite....

Jason gave Landon a wide grin when he sat down and started to play with him. He gave a deep chuckle as he began to bob with the beat to try and keep step. His heart rate took in the beat and he could feel it running through his legs as his hands did their work. It was one of the one things that required music that he was good at. And one of the only things he beat Jaden in. It was pride mostly. He continued to play when the teacher walked over and asked their names.

"Jason Maine." He says a wide grin on his face as he changed the tempo slightly. He held his hand out to the teacher as his other still played one drum. "Nice to meet ya..."

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Asha shook her head tapping on her desk. "You have to come over here... Now the other team can steal the question." She shook her head. "But since this is the first day, I'll let it slide." She stood from her chair and walked around her desk to lean against it. Were all these kids on growth hormone. Seriously they shot up like weeds since the summer. She wasn't the tallest person in the world it was a bit amusing. She chuckled to herself, "Now I have another question for you. And this is is for everyone so I expect an answer from each of you. I will also be responding to this question." She sighed as her eyes looked past them recalling memories, "How many of you have experienced something life changing? Something that shook you to your very core and changed your view on something? Or was it something small? Maybe not so important to you when you were younger but something that grew into you."

Seito smiled a bit, accepting Jason's hand in a firm grip. "Jason Maine and Landon Black. Good to have you both in class." The Asian listened for a few more moments before nodding and heading to the next group. It seemed that there were some talented students in the room, blooming with their artistic ways already. . . .
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"You're good," L said just over Jason's drum beat. With a smile, the goth started back on another bit of strumming.

((New character incoming. xD))

Jason grinned at Landon as he placed his hand under the drum tapping it a few times before he started playing properly again. He tilted his head curiously at him. "Your no' so bad ya self." He says slowing the tempo a but and not beating the drum so hard. The weaving was already stretching on the drum and they were a bit too small for him. He wished he had his set with him. Real stained wood and animal hide. He wondered where they had packed the extra things. Probably the garage. He'd look for them later. He shrugged his shoulders as he bobbed his head side to side. "Where ya learn to play?"

"I taught myself," L replied, offering Jason a grim smile. "Needed a reason to block out the household for a while." The youth took a deep breath, and then placed a hand over the vibrating strings. Tucking the pick into his other hand, he extended a hand in greeting. "L," he introduced himself. "How long have you been playing?"
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Stepping through the hallway with a folder in hand, Aaron Vladimir Drake hummed a tune to himself. As he turned a corner, he glanced down to see a girl - and he barely managed to avoid tripping over her. "Whoa, there!" The youth had to press a hand against the wall to avoid sprawling about on the floor face-first. "You okay?"
The nerd pushed his glasses up his nose, and then (as though realizing he was wearing them) slipped them off and into his pocket. Situating his backpack, Aaron looked down at Sophie again, trying to figure which clique she was from. Popular? Maybe. Jock? Nah. Nerd? No. She wasn't a Goth, but maybe an Artist . . . it was hard to tell.
Biting his lip lightly, the Sophmore messed with one of his piercings before taking a deep breath. "What are you doing on the floor?"

Sophie, feeling the vibrations of the boy who had almost stumbled over her, looked up, grimacing slightly as she did so.
Feet... pounding... hurts! Why me now? Miiiiigrane, just leave me be, please! That'd just make my life so much easier! Why did I let all of that come in?
-You just did this to yourself!
No You did... you're the one who brought this upon yourself!
-But I'm you, so therefore you're me, so you did this to yourself...
Oh, shut it!
-No you shut it!
**Ignores**
-So now you're ignoring me...?
Trying to ignore the pounding of her head, as well as the argument that made no sense in her head, she blinked a few times, trying to read the boys lips, and failing. Her concentration was totally screwed up, due to this migrane. Rubbing her temples, she tried to stand up, which only made her headache worse. She slightly shook her head, and pointed to her ear with her right hand, trying to communicate that she couldn't hear what he was saying.

"You hit your ear? Your ear hurts? A headache, maybe?" The nerd tilted his head in confusion, looping his thumbs in the straps of his backpack. Aaron seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then a look of understanding dawned on his face. Lips forming a small "o" as he nodded, he took a step back. "Sorry," he said quietly, swallowing.
There was an awkward silence in which neither of them moved, and then the youth knelt, balancing on his toes. "I hope you're feeling okay. You don't look very good." Aaron didn't say what he had to be annoying, nosey, or rude . . . it just came out of his mouth before he could think about it. Basing his words on the assumption that she could either hear him a bit, or could read lips, the dark-haired boy messed with one of his lip piercings for a moment. Then, reaching forward, he pressed a hand to Sophie's head. "I'm sorry."
It was then that he stood, keeping his folder in hand, and glanced toward the photography room. "I have to get to class. You need any . . . help . . . or something?" His expressions always spoke everything his words didn't. He was obviously thinking of being late, which he already was, and Aaron didn't want to leave poor Sophie on her own if she was in pain - which she looked like she was.

Jake sighed as he realized he was late for class but didn't really care. School was being annoying and no kid would dare talk to him. But he still made his way towards his history class and when he got there saw all the kids lined up and looked at the teacher. "Sorry, I had some things to do." he said softly and wondered if the teacher would understand. He had just been talking with his sister since she needed to talk to him. She said she was doing better but he could tell she still was having problems. He just hoped she would stop soon. He then headed into line with the other kids before the teacher said anything else.

Duncann grimaced as he saw he was on the opposite team from Riley. He had wanted to be by the other male since he had two against him on that team, but there was nothing he could do. The blonde didn't know the answer to the question, so he kept quiet. At the teacher's question he turned his head to look at her. Of course there had been a ton of things that shook him down the the bones, but nothing more than one specific thing. Lightly he raised his hand to answer her question. It may not have seemed like a big deal to other people, but to him it really was.

The brunette lightly started detailing her sketch as she sat at her desk. Riley hadn't answered her yet and she tried to be positive. Yet she couldn't help, but assume that he didn't like her text. Orca was beginning to think that maybe she were wrong. It was entirely possible that he really didn't feel that way for her. She still had the note for Sophie too. Lightly she sighed going back to her drawing.

Airen rollled her eyes as Riley answered the question, of course Mr. Perfect WOULD know the answer... She was half ignoring the teacher until she asked them a question. She froze, tensing very tight. There was only one thing that came to mind...and it was something no one knew about, not even Kira or her mother. It was one of her mothers boyfriends, he had raped her when she was around 13 and faking some bruises she convince her mother to break up with him. It left her very untrusting of people for many years and she tried very hard to forget it. There was no way she was answering this question, no one was finding out about it, and no teacher was going to change that.

Riley sighed at the question, of course there was...his sister. But he'd kept that underwraps pretty well for a while and he planned on keeping it that way. It was then that his phone vibrated again, it was a triple vibrate, meaning it was his mother. Tensing he raised his hand. "Excuse me Professor, may I please be excused to the bathroom..?" It was clear on his face, the emotion of worry. His mother usually never texted him unless in emergencies, considering she was just learning to text too...

Airen's eyebrow rose at Riley, confused by his expression. And then her eyes set on Jake and she smiled, offering a small wave. He was one of her fellow rejects, though she and him both knew he didnt belong there. Yet she accepted him anyway.

Jason continued to bob his head as he thought about it. "Um for a while, couple a years." He tilted his head as he stared at the boy. He blinked at the boy with a kind smile. "I like ya hair." he says closing both his eyes, smile still in place. He went right back to bobbing his head as he slowed down a bit. He chuckled to himself for whatever reason. "Mamangu(my mother) would kill me." He chuckled again, "Do you dance?"


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"Ah we have a volunteer. Please share." She says giving the boy a small smile. She rewarded participation. She had said as much. People who did not participate got lower grades. High school was all about experience to get you ready for your next step just like every other school. Teachers got a bad rep from their own peers if they were too friendly with their students and teachers got a bad rep with their students if their too harsh. She would never understand how the system worked. She was going to do what she thought was best. Asha waved on Riley, "I'll wanna talk to you after class Mister O'Conner. Go."

Asha turned to the door as she motioned for Jake to come forward. She already had it on the board he had not seen it in the five seconds he had been here but she pointed to it anyway. "Well give me a good explanation you off the hook."