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Post by Savvana May Birch on Sept 18, 2012 15:21:15 GMT -6
 
She got up, sliding to the right to avoid hurting herself on the desk.
She walked up to the front of the class, asking for a short restroom break.
" .. Savvana, you do understand lunch is just in a few minutes, correct ?"
Savvana nodded, receiving the pass just as soon as she'd asked.
She held the pass in her hand, the thin fingers trembling as they clutched the words that allowed her freedom, even just for a while.
The pass was to be returned before her next class, after Lunch, she'd been told.
She let the sigh of relief escape her light rose lips as the door clicked, and she leaned back on it slightly.
She didn't really need to go to the restroom. He felt as if he already knew that. But, she could make up some reason or something, for sure.
She turned down the hall, walking along the side. Her hair bobbed against her back as she did so, wondering what'd she do for the next 5 minutes before Lunch, and even during. She wanted to try skipping out on Lunch like some of the others, and make some free-time.
It couldn't be too hard, right ? She wasn't that hungry anyway, so today was a good choice.
Her shoes clicked lightly against the tile under her while she walked, clutching her pass in her hands. It was like an ID in these halls, without it you're screwed.
She heard kids talking as she passed, most likely other teenagers skipping out on therapy or classes as she was.
She stopped, biting back her lip.
" Oh, Savva, what are you doing ? Where are you going ? " she asked herself out loud.
Where did the kids go when they skipped ? Would she ask someone ? All was undecided as she leaned against the [ what seemed like ] empty room's door, being indecisive as usual.
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Post by Jasper Lee Ryans on Sept 20, 2012 12:00:11 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all…
Jasper was late to class. He was hardly ever late to class. He was practically shaking as he made his way through the halls. How could he have been stupid enough to let himself fall back asleep? He had woken up to go down to the cafeteria, force himself to eat enough to please his counselor, and then trudged back up to the dorm once enough time had passed that she did not need to worry about him purging. He had lain out on his bed, intending to just stay there a few moments, but that turned into him falling asleep. "So stupid," he mumbled to himself, absently rubbing one of his arms through his jacket. He was always cold, but the skeletal teen was just that, skeletal. He had next to no body mass, and it did absolutely nothing to keep him warm. Yet, with a few makeup tricks, and the right clothes, Jazz was able to continue to pull off his lie of being at St. Helena's for OCD. He ran a hand through his messy hair and turned a corner to head down another hall, only he ended up tripping on something and hitting the floor directly in front of someone. Jasper hissed as he caught himself with his hands and landed wrong on one of them, causing his wrist to twist awkwardly. Another sprain. That was just what he needed. At least he had not broken anything. With his brittle bones, that was always a worry. The teen knelt up though, and rubbed his wrist as he looked to the girl leaning against the doorway. "Uhm, hi," he said with a charming smile, the one he used to deter people from thinking there was anything wrong with him. Of course, Jazz did not believe there was anything wrong with him. "Can we pretend you didn't just see that?" Jasper stood up and brushed off the front of his jeans, sighing inaudibly at the fact that with as late as it was, he should not even worry about getting to class. It was almost over.
He wished one of his friends was there, to chill the nervous churning his stomach was doing. His closest friends always did that. New people always put him on edge, because he was so worried about making a great first impression. Anything less was just unacceptable. Of course, falling in front of someone was not exactly the best first impression. Jazz's wrist was swelling slightly, and bruising, and it hurt; but, he ignored it. It would be fine. He just needed to get some ice for it, and maybe a compression bandage. The sleeve of his jacket covered it, though, so he did not have to worry about this girl he did not know asking questions. It would be even worse if she knew that he had managed to hurt himself. "I'm Jazz," he introduced himself with a smile, straightening up his clothes again, not happy with how they were sitting on his thin frame. He never introduced himself as Jasper, ever. "I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new here, or am I just oblivious?"
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Post by Savvana May Birch on Sept 20, 2012 15:54:16 GMT -6
Savvana watched wide-eyed as the scene practically unfolded right there in front of her.
She'd lent down a hand, but it seemed he was fine so she quickly retracted it.
" .. Huh ? Oh, yes, hello. " she quickly corrected, running her hand back in her hair as if copying him.
Light peony lips drew in a smile as he gave one himself.
" What are you even talking about ?" she chuckled sarcastically, as if instantly agreeing she saw nothing of the sort.
Savv watched him, studying his facial features and well-done makeup.
She didn't want to give off a flighty vibe like she usually did, but it was nearly impossible for the brown-eyed girl.
She sighed, blinking lightly with the silence. But,he was something to kill time with, just in time, too.
She laughed when he spoke again.
" I guess you could say that, sure. I'm a Freshman. "
He was taller and skinnier. She had thoughts on what he was here to the noted slender shape.
The youngest he could be was possibly Sophomore, but he looked more like a Junior. Maybe a Senior.
" I wouldn't think you'd see me around, despite the fact we're in different grades. I.. i'm not around much. I quickly get to my classes and run practically everywhere in this school I go. Within the exception of today, that is. "
She observed him again, looking him over. White jeans, ripped. She'd never seen a guy wear those, but she was starting to see a lot of new fashions unlike her summery casual one.
She rocked back on her heels, her thin bracelets setting at the bottom of her wrist as they clasped and held behind her back.
Quietly, her toes stopped on the ground. She didn't want to look impatient by fidgeting and scare him away, so she just gave a closed-lip smile and tried to keep the conversation going.
" Ooh. Almost forgot. Heh, I'm Savvana. Savvana Birch. "
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Post by Élodie Caroline St. Cyr on Sept 29, 2012 22:55:56 GMT -6
Élodie had been kicked out of class... again. Well, technically she'd removed herself from class before they could kick her out or threaten discipline this time.
She didn't even remember what the argument had been about. Someone forgetting to pass back the papers, or something. And, she'd just snapped. Before she knew what she was doing, she was cussing the absent minded girl out--- the one who had forgotten to pass the papers as if just to spite Élodie--- like there was no tomorrow. Oh! People like that made her see red. And, then the girl was right back at her, cussing back. That's when it escalated to a fight, and Élodie was flying out of her seat to give that girl a fist full of her retort. It was the second time it had happened. Last time they'd sent her out of class and threatened to put her in isolation. This time she sent herself out of class, after she gave that girl a well aimed punch in the teeth. She'd cut her knuckles there, but it was worth it to see the girl feeling at the loose teeth in her head. Oh, it felt good. That was how it was done in New Orleans!
She couldn't stand these west coast kids. They were always so mouthy without ever having the fight to back their words up. Acting tough until it came to trading blows was the worst kind of cowardice. If she hadn't been so angry she might have asked the teacher to excuse her first before she left the room, but she didn't give a damn what the teacher thought right then. She was still flying high on that adrenaline rush, the rage and joy of the fighting spirit pulsing through her veins, coursing through her body hotly like it was on fire.
She'd been restraining herself from lashing out at that passive aggressive bitch in class since September, and she was doing pretty well by her own estimation, having managed to restrain herself for so long. What was that girl's problem? She'd had it out for Élodie since day one. She must be one of those psychopaths or something, Élodie decided. Maybe all that she needed to fix her psychopath head was to have it boxed a few times. Élodie would provide her that treatment free of charge any day she liked. She'd smack that girl until she was healthy as a horse. If only more of the world's problems could be healed with violence.
She didn't know where to go now that she was out of class. Maybe hide in the bathroom until the hall monitors were gone? Maybe take her chances and make a run for it? She could fake being sick, or she could get hurt for real and punch a window in. She'd done that before, and it hadn't been pleasant. But, punching something sounded good right about now. Someone like that bitch teacher. Who did she think she was? Talking down to Élodie like she was somehow mentally deficient. She wasn't stupid just because she didn't talk like some prissy ass Trinity girl. Élodie spoke two languages, merci-fricken'-beaucoup! She didn't need this mess.
She nearly ran into the two students who were standing in the hallway, in her blind rage. "Putain!" She stepped back. Uh-oh. "I didn't see you there." She said, and then to soften her entrance she added, "Sorry." They didn't look like the type to ditch class, well, maybe not. On closer inspection they looked like they might be cool. "Are you guys ditching?" She said, curiously.
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