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Post by Ethan Fabre on May 5, 2013 19:44:33 GMT -5
Ethan Fabre The blazing afternoo sun made its presence known to the population of Nakaumi Academy. Left and right, students and faculty members scurried to their respective destinations as quickly as they could to avoid the sun's blistering heat. The bell sounded just minutes ago, signaling the end of classes for the day. Ethan, a returning student of the academy lingered by the exit of the classroom building, a characteristic expression of boredom on his face as he stared out at the sea of students leaving through the doors. Wide smiles lit up most of the students' faces. They were without a doubt ecstatic for the oncoming weekend. They had families to visit, friends to meet up, and time to spend with their significant other - all activities that Ethan couldn't comprehend. Why waste time socializing with others when they could have something better to do? It's not like there was anything to gain from it. He merely shrugged and chalked it up to human nature. Terms like 'love' and 'friendship' were used to boost a person's ego. It made them feel wanted, needed. It verified their existence. It made them feel as if they mattered. A smirk formed on his lips. But, he wouldn't be fooled. He didn't need 'love' nor 'friendship' to feel content. He would not be deceived.
"Hey, move it, Fabre! You're blocking the exit!"
The brunette jumped, startled by the suddent shouts of a classmate. Silently, he picked his messenger bag from off the ground and moved aside, allowing the influx of people to pass through. Soon, the large crowd dwindled to a mere few, and the boy vaguely wondered how much time had passed. With a shrug, he decided that it didn't matter and proceeded to walk from the cool shade of the building into the blistering heat of the sun. Soon, however, he found himself nearly suffocating under his uniform. Briefly muttering a string of curses, he set the bag down on the paved ground and shrugged off his blazer. Loosening his red tie, Ethan found himself somewhat relieved. He promptly shoved the blazer into his messenger bag and resumed walking. Where to? The French boy didn't quite know himself. He simply didn't want to return to his dorm room. After a while, he'd gotten rather bored of spending time indoors. He needed a change of pace, something new to do. Ethan continued to walk south through the park. But, a sudden ingenius idea popped up in his head.
"Maybe, I could..." The boy trailed off, his eyes flickering to the few joggers exercising in the heat.
Perhaps he could spend time training for Track and Field. After all, he had joined the team a few days prior, but hadn't gotten the chance to train properly. Now was the perfect opportunity! Yet... He glanced down at himself. His skin was flushed and the thin layer of sweat on his body caused his clothing to cling onto him. Overall, it was rather uncormfortable. There was not a chance in the world that he'd be able to run in this attire. But, he'd hate to have to run back to his dorm for such a little thing. He frowned, but remembered his gym uniform that he shoved inside his school bag. Digging through the bag, he found a pair of navy blue shorts and a white undershirt along with a pair of sneakers. The challenge now was finding a place to undress. Brown eyes flickered towards a nearby tree.
"Well, it's not like I have any other option," he grumbled.
As he walked towards the large oak tree, he prayed that no one would see him. The last thing he needed was to be called indecent or, even worse, a pervert. But, he could only hope.
✿ Word Count: 624. ✿ Tags: Alex. ✿ Notes: Sorry for lateness! And, 'Titanium' by David Guetta makes for great muse. ;u; |
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Post by Spenser-Sensei on May 6, 2013 17:38:00 GMT -5
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OF ALL THESE THINGS, SO IM THE KING
In a desperate attempt to make the school take up the sport of basketball, Alex had bought, and dragged, a portable basketball net to the sports area. He had to put it away himself of course, and look after all the equipment. To be honest it was closer to street basketball than the real deal. But it was a way some of the kids could relieve some steam while learning a really great game. With the gifted students it sometimes became quite interesting. Unfortunately today Alex was on his own, playing against shadow opponents and just generally taking shots. He had played the sport most of his life, so wasn't too bad at it. What with track and field going on he had to be careful not to get in the way, that wasn't so much of a problem though as it was a freaking massive gym. He began to play the 3-line-shoot game. A game where there can be any number of players, each play takes a shot from the closest line to the basket, if you score, you take a shot from the left, if you score again you take it from the right. If a player scores three times, they move to the next line back. Pretty simple. He had progressed to where the three point line would be, and was getting them in with ease. He lined up for his last shot of the game, currently having missed none, and.......he missed. Alex scowled at the ball as it bounced away to bump into a students feet. He called over not recognising the boy. "Yo. Could you pass the ball?"words, 000. tags, Ethan. notes, Srry, little short. credits, kiwii at btn! OFF THIS MESS I HAVE MADE
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Post by Alex Monroe on May 7, 2013 20:29:32 GMT -5
Alex had been in rather poor shape when she was first rescued from captivity. Months of oscillating from being starved into eating vermin and having one horrid experiment t after another while living in a box barley twice her body length really didn’t allow for much exercise or physical exercise. So it was really no surprised she was a malnourished sick person who could barely walk. Fortunately she bounced back rather, mainly because Alex had started finding comfort in working out, running specifically. While she did want this body, and hated it, she still felt like staying in shape, it seemed that was the only thing in her life she had control over. So it was no surprise that her afternoon jog had become something of a ritual for her and today wasn’t going to be any different.
“Y’aaaaaaaah,” Alex sighed in delight as out into the school grounds and felt the light upon her skin. It was something she had learned to appreciate after almost a year of being locked in a box, light, natural warm radiation filled sun light and her running shorts and top left plenty of skin for it to kiss. Yes it reminded her of just how feminine she was but she honestly could not bring herself to care at this moment. It was nice, it was rejuvenating and she basked in it, face up stretching her arms, and tail out as she walked further out of her dorm and towards the track, using a little commercial jingle she had hear some time before to keep the thoughts of those smattered few around her out of her head. This was the closest Alex got to not having a care in the world.
So when she heard someone calling to pass the ball her eyes shot open as she thought, just for a moment they were talking to her. But she quickly noticed the shouter some guy, the shouted at some boy doing something in a bag by a tree, and the ball in question and frowned thoughtfully for a second. She hadn’t seen very many basketballs at this school or really any basketball hoops and was starting to think it was an alien concept at this place. When she was a boy she played basketball with her friends a lot, she was nothing to write home about, couldn’t’ dunk worth a damn but had a good jump shot and her accuracy from the three point line was nothing to laugh at. Now though, she was just too short, too uncoordinated, trying to play with such an unfamiliar body just screamed disaster.
Still she couldn’t resist and with a flick of her wrist and a thought the ball came rolling towards and at the end bounced up into her hand and held it there. She was eyeing it thoughtfully, thinking of all those games she had played in the past, before shaking her head. It was in the past time to move on. “Catch,” She said giving the ball an under hand pitch towards the guy who was calling for the ball.
((Sorry for the delay))
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Post by Ethan Fabre on May 9, 2013 21:13:09 GMT -5
Ethan Fabre The French boy froze at the sound of the voice, his back rigid and teeth clenched as he silently prayed that no one had seen him. Hurriedly, he finished changing and then looked in the direction of the source of the voice. In the distance, he spotted the familiar figure with a shock of white hair; without a doubt, it was his English teacher, Mr. Spenser. A scowl formed on the brunette's lips as he bent down to retrieve the lost ball. In all honesty, Ethan never quite cared for the eccentric man, finding the subject of English to be a waste of time. It wasn't as if he'd find a use for the language anyway. He bore no intentions of leaving France - had it not been for his father and step-mother, the brunette wouldn't have even bothered coming to Nakaumi Academy. Why move out of the comfort of his own country? He was content with his life there. After graduating, he'd become a mechanic, or perhaps a primary school teacher nearby. There was simply no need for English in his life. Besides, the structure of English was bizarre to him. It was entirely too complex, too foreign. The sixteen year old never quite had a knack for learning languages anyway, and he was only able to speak English because of the television programs he'd been watching. Well, he supposed that was a perk of learning English.
His fingertips brushed the soft blades of grass, but he soon found that the ball wasn't where he had last seen it. Blinking profusely, he rose back up and glanced around, searching. Immediately, he found the basketball trailing towards a girl. However, she was no ordinary human. Positioned at the top of her head was a pair of what he believed to be a pair of feline ears, and, better yet, the small girl had a fluffy tail to match. Raising an eyebrow, he watched as the small girl thrust the ball towards the teacher. Whatever this girl was - he was rather certain she wasn't human - he was glad that she had taken care of the ball. The boy didn't want to spend any more time with the white-haired teacher any more than he needed to, especially outside of school. Not only did he loathe the subject the man taught, but also the man's personality as well. Despite being a staff member, Spenser was too eccentric, too abnormal. And that, somehow, unnerved him. Teachers and professors were supposed to be dignified, stern. The man was simply much too light-hearted, focused on 'fun'. How could the boy be expected to take him seriously? His nostrils flared for a fraction of a second before he forced himself to calm down, chanting a few mantras as he attempted to suppress his irritation. Shoving his school uniform inside his school bag, he laid it by the tree. Without another thought, he took off through the park, running.
He soon passed by the beforementioned girl and simply couldn't resist the chance to glance at her. Of course, it wasn't as if her was interested in her in a romantic sense; he laughed at the thought of being in a relationship with someone - why would he even bother, anyways? The French teen was simply intrigued by her appearance. Judging from the girl's unnatural feline features, Ethan figured that the girl was a mutant, or perhaps a shifter. However, he shook his head quickly at the thought. Shifters don't normally retain their animalistic traits, right? Well, he figured that it didn't matter. Normally, he would've fled from the girl and all those like her, but he couldn't bring himself to. Perhaps it was because of their humanoid appearances that reassured him. Whatever it may be, the cat-like girl installed no fear within him. In fact, he chuckled as he passed her, amused by her bizarre looks. ✿ Word Count: 648. ✿ Tags: Alex. Both of you. ✿ Notes: Sorry for lateness. ;u; |
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