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Current Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions.
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She knocked that smug look off my face but luckily I was wearing a second, smaller smug look underneath.
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There's nothing more intoxicating than the clear absence of a penis.
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Half of Blink 182 is Wink 91.
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10 yrs ago
A Freudian Slip is when you mean one thing but fuck your mother.
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While the bleeding seemed to lessen, it didn't stop. With a sigh he decided to just get to the nurse's office and grab some bandages. He dried off his hand and placed the strap on his bag on his shoulders. Alden stepped out of the bathroom, slightly unfocused because of the wound on his arm and bumped into a person. He was actually at fault this time,

"Sorry" the figure said, oddly enough,

"No no, it was actually my fault, sincerest apologies."

"Oh! Are you okay?" the figure, who he now noticed was Mina asked in a bit of a worried tone, whilst she stared at the lightly bleeding hand

Alden chuckled a little at her concern, "I'm fine, just a little, annoying mishap during history." he said lightly, no hints of concern in his voice, "I'm headed towards the nurse's room, if you're actually that worried you can accompany me." Alden continued, looking back and giving her a smirk, he was now joking with her and teasing her. Alden didn't know if she would actually come, but he started walking away, towards the nurse's room.

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He had gotten his wound sterilized left hand wrapped in gauze, with the nurse pulling out a wooden splinter from his wound. She also noted that there may be a scar, which Alden would be very displeased at, but it couldn't be helped.

Alden found himself in the cafeteria, he wasn't planning on eating whatever slop they managed to put together because his mother already packed him lunch. Before he could sit down and eat his prepared lunch there was a huge crashing noise. Apparently two boys collided with one another, Richard and Largent, with Richard being the one at fault. This was going to be messy, Largent is known as a bully of sorts, and those weren't rumors, Alden had seen plenty of Largent being, with lack of better word, a douche.

A crowd now gathered around the scene, of course who wouldn't want to see a scene of Largent losing it and probably beating up Richard. One of the most notable things he saw was one of the students, Hal, picking up a dirty tray nearby, inching very close to Largent, almost instantaneously he got the gist of what Hal wanted to do. Alden got up, and walked over, and getting being him Alden grabbed his arm with his left, bandaged hand.

"You, you're not planning on doing anything stupid are you?" Alden said his eyes piercing through Hal, his eyes were saying that it was stupid a plan to actually assault someone, especially with these much witnesses.
I seriously need to listen to more Filipino bands. Any other suggestions for artists?


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Thursday March 21st, 2016
Interacting with basically everyone.





The clock ticked, and ticked. The class was almost over. Alden glanced at his hand, it was still bleeding, although thankfully lightly. He may need to get his table for history changed sometime. Before Alden could get up to pack for his next class, a familiar person entered his peripherals.

"Hey, uhm, I was wondering... There's only like 29 students in the class today and, uhh, everyone has a partner...for the most part. So, think I can join your group? there being odd numbers and all..."

It was Micky, a person that he is familiar with in the past, taking a few classes together and some other business. He looked up at the boy, eyebrow arching upwards,

"If you pull your weight, feel free. I expect perfect work, Mick." Alden said, looking away from him and beginning to fix his bag for the next class, "Although you may also have to ask icy, maybe she wouldn't care, maybe she would."

He now picked up his belongings are standing upright, began walking towards the next class. He didn't have any time to go to the toilet to clean up his wounds, so he'd do it after the test that was announced.

Entering the class he took up a similar seat to the History class, next to Mina, not particularly by choice since most seats were already occupied, though he did wonder how everyone got here this fast. There was some stuff about the handsome sub and how some of the girls fawned over him. There was also some quick exchanges between him and a few of his classmates, though, it didn't particularly interest Alden. Coincedentally enough he was taught sign by his deaf aunt, so he had a grasp of the conversation. There was also something about an older student bumping into another one, and the teacher piping up about bullying.

The test was now being handed to the students, and Alden filled it out quickly. He took also about ten or so minutes to check the test, and as he was about to give it in the sub spoke out about Mina's doodling. It seems like she expected some backup, as it was true, he did notice Mina doodling after her tests, she was a fast test taker.

"She had done her test already, I don't see the problem, so it should be fine right, sir?" Alden piped up, "Sitting idly after a test would be oh-so boring."

Alden grinned sardonically at the sub, Om, whom face of distrust loosened just a little,

"If you put it that way..."

Before he could finish, Alden walked up to the teacher and handed in his paper, and flashed his left hand smudged with his own blood,

"Since I'm done, I'll excuse myself." he said, placing the strap on his shoulders whilst waking away. The test wasn't too difficult so he pondered why it took people some time to do.

As he walked into the bathroom, he rinsed his hand under the sink, with his blood now flowing freely. He hoped that there would have been no scar left, he sincerely would despise that, the scar ruining his complexion. His left sleeve was up, so as to not let the water douse his clothes, he patiently waited until the blood washed away, staring rather intently.

@Ally610 I'm curious. What school system have you been in where a teacher got mad at you for doodling in your notebook?


I think it's because it was done during the test?
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INERTIA!!! Mah buddy! :D


Wadde! What's up.

Edit: Making cs rn




Hope that's fine.

So uh, wondering, would this still have room?
Ok, I shall be working on my post. I slept longer than intended and then I've had to deal with little people and homework and dinner time and such.


No rush :]
Should I post right now to end the first period? I'm not sure if I should, because that will be back-to-back posting...


I think it would be ok, but afterwards we'd probably have to wait for others :D.
I'm not the gm tho.
Buenos diaz, señors y señoritas. Lema know when you guys are ready to really move on past our current place. I'm gonna be working on a quick post soon, just mostly reacting to Sophia, and a little with Rich and Largent and what's going through their heads. Some players are still in first period, and some are in second. Eventually we'll all synch up at lunch, and that's where things will start to get interesting, if everyone get's pulled into what I'm planning.


I think once everyone is settled there can be a tiemeskip to lunch?


Thursday March 21st, 2016
@Ally610@Undying Curiosity





Alden just watched her draw nonchalantly, an abstract doodle of sorts. It looked fairly impressive might he say, and while Alden strived for perfection in every field, he wasn't a very good artist so he never really practiced that. She looked displeased with the drawing as a whole, ripped it and threw it aside,

"Mina. Mina Cain." she said in a monotone voice, she really was an ice queen.

"Well, it's a pleasure." Alden mouthed before turning to the front of the class once more, "I adore the symmetry of your drawing by the way, it looks almost perfect. Oh, and weren't we suppose to start the project?"

"Alden, to get you to stop talking, please give me a short description of the work of Michaelangelo." the teacher called out from the front, in a slightly agitated tone.

"Yes mam." Alden replied, getting up and fixing his clothes and posture, "Michaelangelo was born in 1475 and died in 1564, he was a renaissance sculptor, painter and architect. Michelangelo is often thought of as embodying the spirit of the renaissance. His greatest works include the statue of David and his painting of the Sistine Chapel. His creation of the sis-"

"Alright, that's enough, sit down." she said, cutting him off and waving him down to his seat.

"Before that, I'd like to tell the class a little something. May I?." he said outloud, and after the teacher nodded her approval, he turned around and slammed his hand on the table. The noise resounded throughout the room, and cut the low whispering amongst his classmates. "Quit staring. I'll be blunt, it's tiresome and quite frankly, annoying, if you've got something to say, say it to my face." Alden announced, hints of irritation present in his tone and connotation of his words, with his face contorting into a glare, his teal eyes seeming to glimmer whilst looking straight at them. He was getting a bit tired of his classmates staring for, really, no good reason. He turned back around and gave the teacher a smile before sitting back down.

"Alden, I'll talk to you after school." the teacher said, her fingers massaging her eyebrows, it seems like she had dealt with Alden's headstrong nature in the past. The class was dead silent now, a few wearing surprised or vexed expressions. Alden's smile to himself arched just a little bit higher. He also glanced at his left hand, it bled a little from hitting the cracked part of his table, and with an eye twitch he chose to ignore it since he didn't have any cloths to wipe blood, and chose to have his hand hang on his left despite being in full view of Mina's gaze.
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