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Post by Helen on Nov 25, 2010 14:54:36 GMT -5
A day where Helen had time to write in her journal. Her eyes looked over the words again before she shut her journal. Her father was busy today, which really wasn't great since Helen really wanted to see him today. Maybe someone from Emberclaw would come in and see her. Who knew what would happen today? That's a question Helen asked herself all the time, though she didn't think of it quite so often anymore.
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Post by Override Prime on Nov 27, 2010 22:33:46 GMT -5
Shute wandered into the common room, a book tucked under his arm. It had been an interesting first few days here at his new school. This place had everything from voodoo to flying horses. He couldn't wait to send the pictures to Captain and the others.
Spotting a brown-haired girl, he wandered over towards her, stopping by an empty chair near her. She's kinda pretty... No, Shute, stop it! Control your hormones, man!
"Hiya! Is this seat taken?"
((EDIT: DAmmit! Used the wrong account again...))
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Post by shayla on Nov 27, 2010 22:46:18 GMT -5
Shayla walked in, holding her Pokeball. She knew that the Pokeball contained Faral and she would use him only if he was needed. She wondered if anyone knew of her true identity yet, but only time would tell.
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Post by Maka on Nov 28, 2010 2:23:00 GMT -5
Maka walked into the room and looked at the brunette holding a weirdly shaped sphere.
"What is that?" she asked shifting her book under her other arm.
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Post by Death the kid on Nov 28, 2010 2:25:34 GMT -5
Kid walked into the room, he had shoved his guns away into the bag of his. Glancing around the room he wanted to be sure that everything was symterical. It would do...with a few touch ups of course. He looked at the girl with brown hair. Something was different about her but just what was it?
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Post by shayla on Nov 28, 2010 2:31:03 GMT -5
"Oh this? It's a Pokeball. It was given to me by a friend. My Pokemon Faral rests inside it." said Shayla as she gave a shy grin. She was thankful that she hadn't said Mewtwo and hoped she could avoid any other possible slip-ups.
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Post by Helen on Nov 28, 2010 12:22:17 GMT -5
"Huh? Oh, no, you can sit there." Helen said as she looked at Shute. "I'm Helen." She wondered if she had any classes with the boy. He did seem familiar. Vaguely. She glanced at the other three who had just walked in. Something was odd about that girl with brown hair. Then again, Helen thought a lot of things were odd. Except what was a pokemon?
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Post by Maka on Nov 28, 2010 18:37:28 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Maka said slightly confused, "A pokemon? What is that?"
She looked at the girl trying to analize what was wrong with her. The girl definatly had something strange aobut her.
"I'm Maka by the way," she siad, she had dropped her last name when she got to the new school.
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Post by shayla on Nov 28, 2010 18:40:44 GMT -5
Shayla smiled as she sent out Faral. "This is Faral, he's a Charizard." she said as she left out the part about him being a clone. "Oh, and I'm Shayla." she said when she heard Maka.
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Post by Helen on Nov 28, 2010 18:47:58 GMT -5
A... Charizard? What? This thing looked like a dragon to Helen. Something that wasn't real. Oh, right. The unicorns and ponies weren't real, but they were here. She stared at the Charizard for quite some time, but it seemed as if her father was right in her ear. A lady doesn't stare. were the words she remembered. She blinked a few times before looking back at Shute.
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Post by Death the kid on Nov 28, 2010 20:03:28 GMT -5
"Egad!" Kid said as he stepped back from the Charizard. He had never seen a dragon, he scaled the dragon up and down and glared. "You disgust me!" he screamed as he pointed at the dragon. "The tips of your wings are completely unsymmetrical." he said as he pointed to the tips of the dragons wings as one being spiky and the other being almost a flat top-hill. "You dare come into this room as an imperfect beast!"
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Gilbert
Junior Student
I AM AWESOME. PERIOD.
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Post by Gilbert on Nov 28, 2010 20:52:42 GMT -5
"Kesesesesesese Kinders. Calm down. I can't have anyvone dying on my first day as a proctor. Maybe injured but no dying. I am Herr Beilschmidt. The AP Euro teacher and your house proctor. So you, brown haired fraulein, put the dragon-thing avay. And you, OCD boy, calm ze hölle down... and get some help. Verdammt, i almost don't need to cause mayhem." He took out a box. "But I vill. kesesesesesese!" He lit a thread at the bottom as an array of fireworks went off and he ran from the dorms "kesesesese"ing the whole way.
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Post by Helen on Nov 28, 2010 20:57:51 GMT -5
Time machine. Explosion. Words that instantly clicked together in Helen's mind as she watched the fireworks. Words that described how her mother died. She wanted her father to be by her side now. Issues. The teacher had issues.
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Skywarp
Full Student
"Us? Against Megatron? ARE YOU INSANE?! I... think I sprang an oil leak."
Posts: 137
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Post by Skywarp on Nov 28, 2010 21:02:02 GMT -5
Skywarp knew, somehow, that he would regret opening that door to the common room, but he went against his better judgment and did so anyway.
And the first thing he saw was a giant, intimidating dragon. He felt like slapping himself. Then there was the group of organics around the dragon, and-- what's this? One human was yelling at the creature? Is he out of his mind?!
Then, something even worse happened. This older human had come out of nowhere, and somehow set off a string of miniature bombs. He let out a terrified, high-pitched noise, which was too pathetic to be classified as a scream.
...something about this "Proctor" reminded him of Starscream.
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matthew
New Student
h-hello... I'm Canada.
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Post by matthew on Nov 28, 2010 21:10:28 GMT -5
"h-hello? I just saw Gil- er Professor Beilschmidt run out and heard some b-banging? Is everyone okay?" The Canadian whispered. He was ignored as usual, seeing as his tendency was to be invisible and he didn't speak loud enough to be heard. "W-well I'm glad everyone's okay." the home ec teacher whispered shyly.
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