I'm really, really excited to play out Belle's arc. Remind me to discuss with you how we're going to play it.
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The gap in the door... it's a separate reality.
The only me is me.
Are you sure the only you is you?
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B e l l e D ' V o i r e
Belle had to swallow a bundle of nerves as the queue in front of her and Alex shortened rapidly. Music wafted towards them from beyond the entryway and Belle pulled a scrunched-up note from her shoulder-bag as she shuffled forwards again. God, she hoped someone had spiked the punch. She gasped when Alex nudged her side with her elbow.
"Nerves, Belle?" Alex asked, smirking mischievously. She and her date had rendezvoused before meeting Belle, and the short walk to the campus had been a brief exercise in how to make a man feel uncomfortable as possible in as few glances and giggles as they could muster. It had been entertaining, and after a brief interim outside the campus where Belle had suddenly become the uncomfortable one, the date had gone ahead to meet a few friends and the two girls had joined the queue.
"Always, Alex. You know how I get with crowds."
"I know, but this is different. You're practically buzzing."
Belle shrugged, looking at Alex from the corner of her eye. "I made some friends in that new class I'm in. I guess it'll be nice to socialize outside of school."
"Even if we're still technically in school?" Alex replied, Belle chuckling at her response. The queue moved forward again, the girls paid their entry fee, and then they were through into the main hall.
They were in the hall barely ten seconds before Alex had crossed the room to grab some punch for the pair of them, flitting past her date at the same time. Belle swept her gaze across the room, scouting out familiar faces. There were a few braver souls on the dance floor, but everyone else was staying within their personal circles, near the edges of the room, occasionally venturing forth to greet others or to refill on punch and snacks.
She noticed Mr. Lehrer first, giving a beaming smile as he nodded towards her - she had grown quite fond of him over the course of the week as she attended more Social Conscious classes - and then Elroy, arm on the mend and outfit appropriate, if odd. He looked queasy. She saw Sebastian leaning against the wall, a darkness brewing on his face, and gave a polite wave as they matched gazes.
"Oh my god, are you waving at Sebastian Scott?" Alex asked, scoffing incredulously as she returned with punch and an armful of appetisers. "You know he's like, top casanova-wannabe, right? You didn't-"
"No, Alex, of course not." Belle replied, giggling as she cut her best friend off. "He's just in my class. I don't think I get on with him very well."
"You get on with everyone, Belle. It's your thing. You don't like to upset the beehive."
Belle shrugged. "It's easier to be kind than to be cruel." She said, taking a sip of her drink. No one had spiked it yet, she could taste, and she was almost disappointed. Students kept trickling in to the hall, and she scanned every face, looking for Aiden or Rita - someone friendly, at least.
Belle had to swallow a bundle of nerves as the queue in front of her and Alex shortened rapidly. Music wafted towards them from beyond the entryway and Belle pulled a scrunched-up note from her shoulder-bag as she shuffled forwards again. God, she hoped someone had spiked the punch. She gasped when Alex nudged her side with her elbow.
"Nerves, Belle?" Alex asked, smirking mischievously. She and her date had rendezvoused before meeting Belle, and the short walk to the campus had been a brief exercise in how to make a man feel uncomfortable as possible in as few glances and giggles as they could muster. It had been entertaining, and after a brief interim outside the campus where Belle had suddenly become the uncomfortable one, the date had gone ahead to meet a few friends and the two girls had joined the queue.
"Always, Alex. You know how I get with crowds."
"I know, but this is different. You're practically buzzing."
Belle shrugged, looking at Alex from the corner of her eye. "I made some friends in that new class I'm in. I guess it'll be nice to socialize outside of school."
"Even if we're still technically in school?" Alex replied, Belle chuckling at her response. The queue moved forward again, the girls paid their entry fee, and then they were through into the main hall.
They were in the hall barely ten seconds before Alex had crossed the room to grab some punch for the pair of them, flitting past her date at the same time. Belle swept her gaze across the room, scouting out familiar faces. There were a few braver souls on the dance floor, but everyone else was staying within their personal circles, near the edges of the room, occasionally venturing forth to greet others or to refill on punch and snacks.
She noticed Mr. Lehrer first, giving a beaming smile as he nodded towards her - she had grown quite fond of him over the course of the week as she attended more Social Conscious classes - and then Elroy, arm on the mend and outfit appropriate, if odd. He looked queasy. She saw Sebastian leaning against the wall, a darkness brewing on his face, and gave a polite wave as they matched gazes.
"Oh my god, are you waving at Sebastian Scott?" Alex asked, scoffing incredulously as she returned with punch and an armful of appetisers. "You know he's like, top casanova-wannabe, right? You didn't-"
"No, Alex, of course not." Belle replied, giggling as she cut her best friend off. "He's just in my class. I don't think I get on with him very well."
"You get on with everyone, Belle. It's your thing. You don't like to upset the beehive."
Belle shrugged. "It's easier to be kind than to be cruel." She said, taking a sip of her drink. No one had spiked it yet, she could taste, and she was almost disappointed. Students kept trickling in to the hall, and she scanned every face, looking for Aiden or Rita - someone friendly, at least.
B e l l e D ' V o i r e cameo by Lord Wraith as Jonas
Although she'd never mention it, Belle was happy for the ceasefire of her group's 'discussion'. She couldn't say she had learned much about herself, but she understood a few of her new classmates a lot better - or at least, their surface purposes; Sebastian's apparently singular need to aggravate all within his radius, Rita's scathing ability of retaliation, and Aiden's unrivalled skill of quiet seething. All in all, Elroy's interruption was well-received.
A dance. Belle was well-acquainted with the school's traditions, having attended Mathers Memorial for the last few years, and while she always attended, she had never been accompanied. She usually ended up as the third wheel attached to Alex (her closest friend at the school) and whichever boy she had managed to snare, usually spending her nights drinking punch and eating appetizers against the wall or on the bleachers. Belle wasn't unpopular, and her calm and pleasant tendencies kept her well-regarded among her peers, but she didn't stand out in any particular way. She wasn't unhappy about it, but sometimes she did long for the attention that some of her schoolmates received.
She sat still while the students packed up and left in an almost deliberately-synchronized fashion, making a quick mental note to dig out her lunar jumper when she got home, and stood only when the room was empty save for Jonas and herself. She collected her notepad and folder, clutching them to her chest as she approached the front of the room, carefully clearing her throat to attract the attention of the teacher as he packed supplementary material into a leather briefcase.
"Mr. Lehrer?" She asked, sporting a polite smile as she addressed him. "I was wondering if you had a few minutes to answer a couple questions I had about this course and the semester."
As he was packing up his bag, Jonas paused and turned to address Belle.
"Sure, fire away Miss D'Voire" He answered, leaning on the desk.
Belle smiled. "Only a few queries, I promise. We're in this class for the whole semester, right? And you hand-picked all the attending students yourself?"
"Yes, the class will run for the entire semester, with a second semester in the winter should the initial run prove successful." Pausing, Jonas considered the best way to answer the latter part of the question. "As for the students, they were specifically chosen - but not by me personally." He lied as he answered.
Belle nodded slowly as Jonas provided his answer. "I see..." She wasn't convinced, but she also wasn't going to press the issue. "What's the overall focus and objective of the class? Is there a heavy workload in the syllabus? Because I have a lot of other classes and homework, sir, and with respect those grades are more important to me than this one - I've got to hit certain needs for this entymology degree, you see."
"This class won't be counted against your G.P.A." He replied with a small smile. "Consider it a mandatory extracurricular." Jonas paused a second, before clarifying further. "That's not to say I don't expect you to do the work. Not everything your future career will require of you will be paid either, but I do promise that the more you put into this class, the more you will get out of it." He put his hands on the edge of the desk and boosted himself on top of it to sit more comfortably. "The focus of this class is to encourage you to not only discover yourselves, but to get out and involve yourselves in the world around you. I want you to engage with the communities you live in, to serve them and aid them. Get out there, and help save the world, instead of becoming another apathetic nine to fiver." Jonas concluded energetically, his hands emphasizing his words before returning to the desk.
Belle cleared her throat, not completely satisfied but near-certain she wasn't going to get anything more from the apparently-elusive Jonas Lehrer. She smiled, and stepped back from the desk. "Well, it sounds like you're passionate about what you're going to be teaching us over the semester, so I look forward to further classes with you, sir." She walked out of the room, lingering in the doorway. "Will we see you at the dance? Faculty often attend..."
"I imagine it would be best if I volunteer my services as chaperone. Low man on the totem pole, and all." Jonas replied with a smile. "Have a good evening, Miss D'Voire." He waved, as Belle turned and walked away, hurrying herself home to get ready for the evening's event.
Although she'd never mention it, Belle was happy for the ceasefire of her group's 'discussion'. She couldn't say she had learned much about herself, but she understood a few of her new classmates a lot better - or at least, their surface purposes; Sebastian's apparently singular need to aggravate all within his radius, Rita's scathing ability of retaliation, and Aiden's unrivalled skill of quiet seething. All in all, Elroy's interruption was well-received.
A dance. Belle was well-acquainted with the school's traditions, having attended Mathers Memorial for the last few years, and while she always attended, she had never been accompanied. She usually ended up as the third wheel attached to Alex (her closest friend at the school) and whichever boy she had managed to snare, usually spending her nights drinking punch and eating appetizers against the wall or on the bleachers. Belle wasn't unpopular, and her calm and pleasant tendencies kept her well-regarded among her peers, but she didn't stand out in any particular way. She wasn't unhappy about it, but sometimes she did long for the attention that some of her schoolmates received.
She sat still while the students packed up and left in an almost deliberately-synchronized fashion, making a quick mental note to dig out her lunar jumper when she got home, and stood only when the room was empty save for Jonas and herself. She collected her notepad and folder, clutching them to her chest as she approached the front of the room, carefully clearing her throat to attract the attention of the teacher as he packed supplementary material into a leather briefcase.
"Mr. Lehrer?" She asked, sporting a polite smile as she addressed him. "I was wondering if you had a few minutes to answer a couple questions I had about this course and the semester."
As he was packing up his bag, Jonas paused and turned to address Belle.
"Sure, fire away Miss D'Voire" He answered, leaning on the desk.
Belle smiled. "Only a few queries, I promise. We're in this class for the whole semester, right? And you hand-picked all the attending students yourself?"
"Yes, the class will run for the entire semester, with a second semester in the winter should the initial run prove successful." Pausing, Jonas considered the best way to answer the latter part of the question. "As for the students, they were specifically chosen - but not by me personally." He lied as he answered.
Belle nodded slowly as Jonas provided his answer. "I see..." She wasn't convinced, but she also wasn't going to press the issue. "What's the overall focus and objective of the class? Is there a heavy workload in the syllabus? Because I have a lot of other classes and homework, sir, and with respect those grades are more important to me than this one - I've got to hit certain needs for this entymology degree, you see."
"This class won't be counted against your G.P.A." He replied with a small smile. "Consider it a mandatory extracurricular." Jonas paused a second, before clarifying further. "That's not to say I don't expect you to do the work. Not everything your future career will require of you will be paid either, but I do promise that the more you put into this class, the more you will get out of it." He put his hands on the edge of the desk and boosted himself on top of it to sit more comfortably. "The focus of this class is to encourage you to not only discover yourselves, but to get out and involve yourselves in the world around you. I want you to engage with the communities you live in, to serve them and aid them. Get out there, and help save the world, instead of becoming another apathetic nine to fiver." Jonas concluded energetically, his hands emphasizing his words before returning to the desk.
Belle cleared her throat, not completely satisfied but near-certain she wasn't going to get anything more from the apparently-elusive Jonas Lehrer. She smiled, and stepped back from the desk. "Well, it sounds like you're passionate about what you're going to be teaching us over the semester, so I look forward to further classes with you, sir." She walked out of the room, lingering in the doorway. "Will we see you at the dance? Faculty often attend..."
"I imagine it would be best if I volunteer my services as chaperone. Low man on the totem pole, and all." Jonas replied with a smile. "Have a good evening, Miss D'Voire." He waved, as Belle turned and walked away, hurrying herself home to get ready for the evening's event.
Wraith and I would like to take this moment to remind you all that the cast is generally in the 17/18 age-range, and our characters are attending High School, rather than College/University.
Context is important, and while I don't believe any of you are behaving out of character for the characters, I'm not convinced the majority of you are taking your character's setting into account. Most of you are young, all of you are minors, and the teachers in an institution like this one expect a certain level of respect and humility from their students. Further, these are not elective courses - your classes are assigned to you, rather than chosen to take.
I'm enjoying all your writing so far - but keep in mind where your character is when you write your posts.
Context is important, and while I don't believe any of you are behaving out of character for the characters, I'm not convinced the majority of you are taking your character's setting into account. Most of you are young, all of you are minors, and the teachers in an institution like this one expect a certain level of respect and humility from their students. Further, these are not elective courses - your classes are assigned to you, rather than chosen to take.
I'm enjoying all your writing so far - but keep in mind where your character is when you write your posts.
Bruh, I ain't mad. You gave the cryo Vanilla Ice. Shit's hilarious.
>Character goes by 'Swarm Queen'
>Theme song is 'Queen'
>By a band called 'Queen'
Wraith, did you even try?
Still, arguably the best song of the lot so I'm not actually complaining.
>Theme song is 'Queen'
>By a band called 'Queen'
Wraith, did you even try?
Still, arguably the best song of the lot so I'm not actually complaining.
I could never get the hang of really introducing my characters through their daily lives and habits. Still, should suffice regardless.
Belle
Belle hugged her notebook to her chest, looking up at the door that loomed in front of her. The dreaded 'first day' had been and gone; rapid-fire and blunt, like many firsts in life - built up to and ultimately disappointing, underwhelming. An excitement for a new experience, only to find it overly similar to all the others already felt. Social Conscious was new, however; perhaps the newest thing on campus. New teacher, new class, new year...new room? No. Just because Belle had never tread these floors before did not mean they were new. She triple-checked the number on the door with the number she had scrawled on the back of her hand, and then smoothed herself down - a simple white shirt, tucked in to black jeans and wedges.
She was still looking at the door when a skinny, over-clothed boy opened it in front of her. Belle started slightly, letting out a slight gasp, before giggling softly, a warm smile breaking out over her face. Only Aiden, and she was glad to see him again. She followed him in, sitting slightly behind as she set her notes down on the table in front of her. Mr. Lehrer - Jonas - stood at the front, tall and proud. The blackboard on the wall had three simple words scribbled on it in scratchy, quickened handwriting: "WHO AM I?" Belle looked upon it solemnly, thinking of all the ways the question could be posed, and all the ways it could be taken.
It took Jonas three minutes before he challenged the class with it, and for a second Belle thought he had started early before realizing this was everyone in the class. In front of her, reactions varied; Aiden scribbled notes furiously and without caution; a girl to her side simply waited, and a boy further in front of her answered with a cavalier remark about one of Jonas' previous classes, and the reputation the man was already building for himself. Belle paused; how did she desire to present herself to this group? These were not socially or para-socially related people, nor were they all of the same academic caliber or achievement. Jonas himself was an unknown quantity, a new professor on his first day that had somehow accomplished the difficult task of creating his own private class that not only appeared to have an exclusive, hand-picked cast, but also took priority as a closing period, forcing the schedules of those involved to adapt to it, rather than the reverse. Belle raised her hand, and smiled politely when Jonas nodded towards her.
"It depends, sir." She started, lowering her arm, gripping her notebook with both hands, and clearing her throat as she felt the eyes of her classmates fall upon her. "You are a young teacher, obviously accomplished in your career and with some kind of prestigious reputation behind you, to be able to put this together."
Belle paused, waiting for a response. Jonas gave none, only a lingering, stony glare that betrayed little. Belle continued.
"We are a mismatched group of near-adults, none of whom float within the same social or academic circles. So there's an ulterior motive to gathering us, or a shared quality none of us are aware of."
Again, Jonas gave her nothing. Belle stuttered a little, his intense gaze giving her anxiety.
"And I am a French-born girl with a severe gene malformation that nearly killed her before an experimental treatment saved her life with unparalleled results." Her voice came out strong, despite her body shaking. There wasn't any part of her immediately post-natal and pre-USA life that most of the school didn't already know about.
She cleared her throat and opened her notebook, pulling a pencil from her pocket and beginning to twist it between her forefinger and thumb as the anxiety climbed within her.
"I-I'm not sure how else we take the question, s-sir." She finished, before scribbling 'YOU', 'WE' and 'I' on the first empty page she could find.
Well this is awkward.
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