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Post by oktopus on Aug 21, 2014 21:48:57 GMT -5
Oktober was late. Rhythm threw a tantrum just as she led him through the doors of his day care. Sunshine and star stickers were stuck to the ceiling. Globs of play dough and snot decorated the walls. The matron of this institution was an older woman with a wrinkle-lined face, her own baby who had down syndrome, and a cigarette in between her yellowed teeth. This certainly was not the best place to leave Rhythm, her cute baby all day, but she promised she would make a good career for herself and make it all up to him one day.
Other toddlers waddled about the nubby carpet, knocked block towers over, and stuck Barbie heads into their face-holes.
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Post by TheThirdChild on Aug 21, 2014 22:29:29 GMT -5
Char sat at his desk quietly. He was fairly early for class, and decided to relax and listen to music on his phone, via his headphones. Looking through his library of music, he was having a hard time deciding between listening to the Gundam Unicorn soundtrack, or his favorite singer, Josh Groban. He decided, after taking into consideration how much Gundam Unicorn he had watched the previous weekend, that he would mix it up and listen to Josh Groban. Pressing play, Char letting the glorious deep tones of Josh Groban wash over him, making him feel overwhelmed with the intense emotions that Josh was purveying through the song. He had to hold back a tear. It was so beautiful.
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Post by Soky on Aug 21, 2014 22:51:10 GMT -5
Lance walked into his art class, and greeted his teacher. He was an old man. Not 40 years old old. Like, 72 years old old. The teacher, whose name was known as Mr. Petrovsky, smiled at Lance. Not in a friendly greeting way. In fact, Lance didn't really know why he was smiling. Lance just sat down at a desk, and awaited more people to come in. The first student to walk into the class was Ricky. Ricky? Lance thought that was weird, considering Ricky was in special ed, but I guess art is just open for everyone. His friends walked by in the hallway, pointing and laughing at Lance. What the hell? Just 'cause a man takes art because he has to, he gets laughed at. That's when it hit him. Ricky just threw a cookie at Lance's head, and then got scolded by Mr. Petrovsky. Then, several other special ed students walked into the class. SHIT! "WRONG CLASS!" Lance shouted as he burst out of the room, checking his schedule to see the class number again. Art is in room 101. Lance just left room 110, the special education classroom. That explains so much. Lance walked down to room 101 and smiled and waved at the people laughing at him. The thought of Lance, one of the most popular guys in school, being a special ed student. They'll forget about this. Don't worry, Lance. Next thing you know, everyone will love you again. Lance tried to calm himself the best he could.
Lance finally reached his REAL art class. The moment he entered the door, he saw the man himself. Char Aznable, the Red Comet, and Leader of Neo Zeon. Shit.
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Post by sorlink on Aug 21, 2014 23:00:53 GMT -5
Callie walked into the classroom a couple minutes after Lance. Oh, great. A class with her brother. As if she didn't see enough of him as is. Looking around the classroom, though, she didn't see any of her friends in the class. She should have known there was no way they'd take a visual art course. So it was nice that she knew at least one person, even if said person was her brother.
She sat down at a random seat, and pulled out her laptop, hoping she could maybe sneak onto one of her games. If laptops weren't allowed, though, she always had her DS. She could hide it under her desk and play some Pokemon.
She totally didn't notice Char, considering he didn't have his mask and therefore didn't stand out.
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Post by oktopus on Aug 21, 2014 23:08:38 GMT -5
Rhythm's wail was heart wrenching as Oktober finally tore herself from him and out the door. She cut across neighboring yards and over fences, earning protests from grumpy old men and lesbian couples in denial. Finally, she'd reached the school yard the moment the bell rang, she wanted to fall to her knees but she didn't want to get a tardy. Not on the first day, anyways. Pulling her schedule from her bra, she trudged into the school, bustling with the teenagers. To room 101!
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Post by TheThirdChild on Aug 21, 2014 23:32:46 GMT -5
Char, with his headphones still in, watched as both Lance and Callie walked into the class. Given the fact that he did not have his Mask, he figured he would remain unknown to them for the time being. Of course, he forgot to take into account that he wore the same shirt every single day, which would give away his identity, but this would not occur to him until much later in time.
He carefully observed both Lance and Callie in the pre-class activities. Giving special attention to Callie and her laptop. Oh the places he'd go with Lance and Callie as his allies.
He might even be able to go beyond the school, and aim for a much larger domination.
'Pehaps...' he wondered, 'Perhaps we could even take over the world.'
Char shivered with excitement and anticipation.
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Post by Soky on Aug 22, 2014 0:00:06 GMT -5
Lance sat down fairly close to Callie, but not right beside her. Lance didn't really have much to do before class, so he made small talk with the people next to him. They were pretty cool guys, but nothing special. He could tell they were happy to finally meet this famous "Lance" guy. He looked over and made eye contact with Char. Big mistake. Lance went right back to talking to his new grade 11 friends. Just then, the teacher introduced himself. "Howdly doodly, class. My name is Mr. Flanders. It sure is nice to meet you all. This is going to be our super fun art class! Now, let me take the attendance first, folks." Lance liked this Flanders guy. He could tell this would be an interesting class. As Mr. Flanders went on with the attendance, some people missing, some people not, he reached Oktober's name. "Oktober?" Mr. Flanders said aloud, awaiting a response. The class was silent, and people were looking around, as if they could find this missing person. There was no response, and they obviously didn't find her.
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Post by oktopus on Aug 22, 2014 0:08:16 GMT -5
"Oktober?" she heard her name echoing out into the hallway as she stumbled along over her faded, red-leather cowboy boots. Her skirt swished as she ran, her bangs were a mess by the time she fell through the doorway. She quickly smoothed her hair and skirt out and took the first seat she saw.
"I'm here," she squeaked as loud as she could, between gasps of air. She couldn't find it in herself to meet the eyes of her probably disapproving teacher and the students around her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
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Post by Soky on Aug 22, 2014 0:33:01 GMT -5
Holy shit. Lance couldn't believe it. November had a twin named Oktober. That's who he saw at the store last night! He waved at this Oktober girl, who was late on the first day of school, hoping she would recognize him. Just then, however, Mr. Flanders raised his voice and said "Why are you late, Oktober? Couldn't you show up on doodlin time for at LEAST the first day of schoodly doodly?! Oh, listen to me! I'm so sorry, it's only your first day." The teacher really quieted down and realized how rude he sounded. "Uh, just take a seat over there, Ms. Lloyd." Mr Flanders pointed to a seat next to Char. Lance wanted to feel bad for this girl. Really. He did. Instead he laughed. Out loud, too. "I'm sorry, Mr. uh," Mr. Flanders checked the attendance sheet to see Lance's last name. "Anderson! What do you think is so diddly funny? Would you like to enlighten us?" Shit. Lance had to think, and fast. Rather than thinking, however, Lance started laughing louder. This is the point where the joke is no longer funny, and he is laughing at his uncontrollable laughter. Eventually he calmed down, but at this point his friends were also laughing. The teacher saw this as a lost cause and went on with class.
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Post by oktopus on Aug 22, 2014 15:07:29 GMT -5
Oktober was mortified. The most popular guy at school was laughing at her, all because shewas late. Her eyes fell to the floor and made her way next to Char. She slumped in her seat and bowed her head. For some reason, this made her feel more invisible.
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Post by sorlink on Aug 22, 2014 15:52:11 GMT -5
Schoodly doodly. Oh my God. This teacher was ridiculous. Callie tried to hold in her laughter- she didn't want to laugh at something so stupid- but she couldn't, and ended up laughing with Lance and his friends. It was embarrassing, but at least she wasn't alone in her laughter. Eventually she calmed down, but it took a shamefully long time- laughter's contagious, after all, and when so many people are laughing at once, it gets almost impossible to stop.
Once the class had settled down, Mr. Flanders cleared his throat. "Okay class! I know it's the first day of school, and you all may not know each other, so I thought, why not diddle doodle do a group project? Everyone will be split into groups of four, and the project is diaramas!" Mr. Flanders explained the project to them. They had to do scenes from the Bible as they interpreted them, from an economic, political, ethical, legal standpoint. Whatever that meant.
for convenience's sake, our characters were grouped together.
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Post by TheThirdChild on Aug 22, 2014 18:01:44 GMT -5
Char, having long since taken out his headphones, listened as the teacher dealt with the ruckus in the class, and explained their first assignment. When the groups were announced, Char grinned. It was fate that he would be put together in a group with both of his future allies. This would be an excellent opportunity to get to know his fellow allies.
Turning to Oktober, that odd member of the group, Char asked, "Shall we move over to my allies-" Char coughed and corrected himself, "I mean, our groups member's desks, or shall we motion for them to come and sit with us?"
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Post by oktopus on Aug 22, 2014 18:33:41 GMT -5
"Allies" was not lost on Oktober but she only nodded. She was still too embarrassed to look up to the odd one of the group.
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Post by TheThirdChild on Aug 22, 2014 18:39:05 GMT -5
Char was puzzled momentarily by the silence of Oktober, but understood that her nod was a sign of agreement to his proposal. In response, he stood, up, grabbed his desk, lifted it over his head, and carried it over to where Callie and Lance were seated. Placing the desk down so that it was touching the width of Lance's desk, opposite of where he was sitting. He proceeded to go through the same process, but with his chair.
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Post by oktopus on Aug 22, 2014 18:46:11 GMT -5
There was no way she could get a desk up off the ground, Oktober thought, wide-eyed as she watched this oddity of nature rearrange the balance of the classroom. She stood and dragged her chair as gently as she could. She positioned it so that she would be the most secluded. It wasn't what she wanted, just what she thought it should be.
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