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Post by Christopher Marcus Delaflote on Jan 1, 2011 11:14:58 GMT -5
Chris was bored and bored wasn't something he liked to be. Actually, he was really looking Aura. Of course, the girl was sneaky, and easily escaped him. He sat down on a desk in an unused classroom. He didn't know why he was here, but he was lovesick, and needed some sort of escape of the lovesick-ness and right now. This is the only place quite enough for his tastes. You could still hear the bustle of the students, but the noises were muscled. Though, he could still hear the sounds coming from next door. He didn't want to know what was happening over there.
He really didn't want to know anything, and he wanted to know everything at the same time. It was confusing, Aura was confusing. Life was confusing. Right now, Chris needed someone to rant too and hopped that someone would come, so he could rant to them, but that's kinda mean because he would be using a person to make himself feel better, but that's not using someone at a mean level is it? Because he's using someone, but not using someone in a sexual way or telling someone off to get rid of his anger. It's using someone to get this off his chest, so that's not mean. He made up his mind, it wasn't wrong to use a person, if your actually going to be mean to them.
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 1, 2011 18:24:53 GMT -5
Martin just finished his classes of the day. He was extremely irritated and needed to blow off steam. When Martin was irritated, he became a silent vortex of nothingness. He walked down the corridors until he found an empty classroom. He walked in, threw his bag into a corner and gave a huge sigh. "What a screw-up!" he yelled and sank into a chair.
He looked around him for the first time and saw that the class must have been abandoned for a few years now. It looked like a ghost wouldn't even live here. Even stranger, was that there was already somebody in the classroom. Somebody that Martin didn't see at first or recognize at all. "Hi..." he said softly and felt his face grew red. He felt like a proper idiot now! "I'm Martin," he said in his thick British accent and extended his hand to the boy.
"A bit down?" he asked when he saw the guy's facial expression. He didn't look okay at all.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 3, 2011 17:03:48 GMT -5
Victoire walked out of her final class of the day, completely exhausted. She had definitely learned all that her mind could handle in one day. She stood outside the classroom looking left and right, 'where to go' she thought. She thought about going to get something to eat, but she wasn't healthy, so she made her way to her dorm.
Victoire walked down the hall for a bit before feeling a bit woozy, so she decided to lean against a door, unfortunately the door was somewhat open, so she fell inside of the classroom. she looked up and saw two guys also in the room. "i'm sorry" she said, getting up, but falling down because she got dizzy again.
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 3, 2011 17:53:12 GMT -5
Martin was about to sit down again when the door swung open violently. A girl toppled in, falling on her back. She must have leaned against the door, thinking it was closed. "I'm sorry," the girl said just before she fell down again. Martin jumped up and hurried to her. He bumped a table on the way over to her and caused it to topple over, clanking loudly in the background.
"Are you okay?" he asked hastily and helped her up. He felt her weight shifting as she was about to fall over again. He clung to her and succeeded in holding her up. He walked her over to a table and let her sit down on it. "Are you okay?" he repeated nervously. He didn't really know how to react to someone falling over constantly. Maybe someone hit her with a balance distorting jinx. "What happened?" he asked and sat down again. The three students were now sitting in a triangle form, facing each other. Martin didn't know either of them but he was pretty sure that they were both older than him...
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