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Post by Kahlen Jeanne Nox on Jul 9, 2010 21:18:41 GMT -5
Kahlen giggled at "Hurr-bay's" antics. She leaned over to Mellianne and whispered. "He's going to be an interesting one."
Going back to the coversation with Less, she added, "The prices are really reasonable to adopt one of these cuties. Can't put a price on cuteness can we, Mikhail." She crooned and petted Mikhail's back. He made a "snorf" sound and went to sleep.
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Post by Joshua Quasar on Jul 9, 2010 21:27:32 GMT -5
Joshua ignored Decanter's gesticulating and replied to the strange, glum girl: "If you insist on such sentimental things, you can just print the thing and hold that in your hand. Harumph. Er, I mean, sheesh."
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Post by Autumpne Ravenshade on Jul 9, 2010 21:33:03 GMT -5
Autumpne sniffed slightly. "Paper isn't the same quality as a real photo." She sounded rather like she was echoing what someone else had said to her. "And who goes harumph anyways?"
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Post by Shihab on Jul 9, 2010 21:37:29 GMT -5
Shihab wandered onto the bus, having withdrawn from the airport conversation to get his luggage and observe. One dufflebag slung over his shoulder, he leapt up all three steps at once, eager to be out of the cold. His hair had decided to be bluish that day, and he froze for a moment in the unexpectedly crowded bus-- but only for a moment. Quickly regaining his arrogant confident air, he flung himself down in the seat next to Laquinta, and grinned at her.
"This seat taken, miss?" The white-knightly tone of chivalry was utterly at odds with his nonchalant expression, I-own-the-world-you're-all-just-living-here pose, and bold grin-- but it was polite, and more or less sincere.
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Post by Philbert Decanter on Jul 9, 2010 21:43:39 GMT -5
"See, I told you he wasn't talking to me," Philbert commented and went back to scrubbing. The seat was... satisfactory. But the floor still made his boots stick.
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Post by Mellianne Joss on Jul 9, 2010 21:48:31 GMT -5
Mellianne shrugged. "I suppose he may be, but if he flirts with all the girls, he's going to get annoying real quick."
Looking at the new conversations she looked straight up and hoped as hard as possible that there wouldn't be an incident like last semester on the bus again. Sure they had two staff members on the bus again, but still, it caused very big headaches.
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Post by Laquinta Sebuz on Jul 9, 2010 21:49:17 GMT -5
The snake that had become untangled from Laquinta's scarf turned towards the boy suddenly sitting next to her. She still hadn't noticed it's escape from her previously carefully wrapped coil.
"Nai, it is now." With that said, she went back to looking precisely the right amount of bored and the right amount of annoyed. She glanced over to the other girl, the one paging through what seemed to be a tome of sorts. "Hey there, with the book. Ti eisai, some kind of priest?"
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Post by Shihab on Jul 9, 2010 21:58:20 GMT -5
Shihab couldn't help but grin at the immediate reversal to Bored and Annoyed, and lounged back in his seat, glancing around the bus for people who he could converse with. After watching the obsessively-cleaning boy for a moment, he leaned forward a bit.
"Hey," he said, conspiratorially. "It's just starting to rain outside. If we can get the roof off this bus, the rain will totally wash off any stickiness." His tone was deadly serious, as was his face, but for a twinkle in his eye-- which was joking, but part of the joke could easily be seeing what would happen if the roof of the bus got torn off.
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Post by Joshua Quasar on Jul 9, 2010 22:10:07 GMT -5
"Harumph?" Joshua asked. "Uh, I didn't say harumph. I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, paper is what the photograph would be printed on. You get glossy thick paper and you'll never know the difference."
Why am I talking about photography with some teenager? Joshua realized. Was it that boring on this forsaken rock?
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Post by Philbert Decanter on Jul 9, 2010 22:11:53 GMT -5
"Are you insane?! The rain carries all sorts of uncontrolled pathogens and unforseen compounds!" He stopped for a moment to contemplate all the different ways that the rain might exacerbate the problem. The rain would also create amply moist environments for bacteria to grow and muster. "And I'd get wet!" The idea of ripping the roof off the bus wasn't strange enough to Philbert to merit a thought.
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Post by Shihab on Jul 9, 2010 22:16:51 GMT -5
Taken aback, Shihab raised an eyebrow, his serious expression quickly disintegrating into another smile. "Ah, well. I suppose you have a point..." He glanced out the window, sighing. Too bad, really, it could've been fun. "If we could get a filter over the bus, to make sure it was only clean water," he pondered, mostly thinking out loud. He'd sat back in his seat, and decided on maybe not stirring up trouble just yet-- but it was still fun to think about, and a laugh played around the edges of his face as he mused.
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Post by Autumpne Ravenshade on Jul 9, 2010 22:23:09 GMT -5
"Yes you did," Autumpne said, almost antagonistically. She was beginning to feel annoyed by this boy. "Because actual photography is an art, and just printing pictures off a computer isn't."
Daddy had said so after all.
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Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on Jul 9, 2010 22:53:07 GMT -5
Destiny had returned for her discarded suitcase and found a seat near Ada's group of girls. Enchanted, she gazed at Kahlen's little companion.
"Does he really not feel prickly?" she asked. "Can I pet him? How come he always looks the same?"
The hedgehog did always look the same, no matter how Destiny looked at him. Most things could be many different things, but the little hedgehog was only one hedgehog, all the time. It was very odd; but what most attracted the girl to the little animal was that she considered it very cute.
Destiny was reminded of her own animal friend, the cat she had met at the stables and called Tigger. She was looking forward to seeing the little calico again.
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Post by Joshua Quasar on Jul 9, 2010 22:56:18 GMT -5
"Yes, fine, whatever, I'm sure you know better than... a thirteen year old boy." Joshua sighed deeply.
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Post by Manuel Alvarez on Jul 9, 2010 23:10:59 GMT -5
"You sure are loud," Mannie said in Philbert's general direction. He made an annoyed sound and crossed his legs. "You'll never get anything done if you aren't willing to take risks, you know." He was beginning to feel a strange sense of animosity, though he didn't know why. He didn't even know that the other boy was also a mad scientist, but he was still beginning to consider the boy a rival. His madness knew, and that was all that mattered.
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Post by Autumpne Ravenshade on Jul 9, 2010 23:11:02 GMT -5
Autumpne frowned a bit; he should be happy-not that Autumpne tried to be happy herself- that she corrected him with what Daddy knew.
She fiddled with the cross hanging from her spiked choker necklace for a moment, and pouted at the boy. "I'm Autumpne," she said, properly introducing herself for the first time to another student at this stupid school. "What's your name?"
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on Jul 9, 2010 23:16:28 GMT -5
Less reached out to poke the hedgehog, but pulled his hand back at the last minute. He didn't know whether those quills were safe, after all. "This is what you meant by ranching, then? None of the villagers keep animals like this one, just dogs and the occasional cat. Why does it have spines?"
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Post by Shihab on Jul 9, 2010 23:21:31 GMT -5
Shihab looked up from his slouch when Mannie spoke, and grinned eagerly at him. "But you, surely, are willing to take risks? You would, perchance, be interested in... raising the roof?" He couldn't help the manic look that came into his eye, but leaning forward expectantly was a little unintentional.
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Post by Mellianne Joss on Jul 9, 2010 23:27:51 GMT -5
Mellianne nodded. "Yes, that's what I meant by ranching. And the spines are there to keep predators from eating it. It's a defense mechanism." Seemingly not paying attention to the talk of the roof 'coming' off the bus, she was listening and also made a vow to hold the rain from entering the area within the bus.
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Post by Philbert Decanter on Jul 10, 2010 1:27:55 GMT -5
"You sure are loud," Mannie said in Philbert's general direction. He made an annoyed sound and crossed his legs. "You'll never get anything done if you aren't willing to take risks, you know." "Loud? Loud? He called me loud!" The last statement seemed to be directed to no one in particular, and Philbert wasn't done yet. "Well you're both ones to talk! I"ll have you know that my volume is appropriate at all times." A pause, his head jerking as if to acknoweldge a new speaker, looking in Shihab's direction. "That is a good idea," he mumbled, then opend his briefcase and began sorting through a number of folders. |
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Post by Farran Jernigan on Jul 10, 2010 2:43:43 GMT -5
People. People everywhere.
Augh.
Farran had spent the last semester doing his very best to remain happily inconspicuous. He had, for the most part, succeeded. Now, though, there were even more people -- the bus looked crowded already, and he knew this couldn't be everyone -- and various holy and unholy forces preserve him, a good portion of them looked friendly.
...well, he wasn't going to be able to get out of it now.
He made his way as far toward the back of the bus as he could, careful of his own limbs and of everyone else's, and settled himself alone in an untaken seat. Farran sincerely hoped that whoever might sit next to him wouldn't be a chatterbox.
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Post by Beau Boudreaux on Jul 10, 2010 3:09:37 GMT -5
At this sudden outburst, there was movement in the back. Beau lifted his head up, woken from his nap. He was sprawled in his seat, wearing a wife beater, jeans, and flipflops. He looked around somewhat sleepily, "Wat all dis racket? Ya dink a guy could get a lil shut eye." He woke up further and realized how full the bus was. " 'Ello yall, I Beau Boudreaux, nice t'make yalls acquaintance." He stood up and stretched, then flashed his most enthusiastic, genuine smile. "We gonna 'ave mo' fun den dey do in Naw'leans dat's fo' sho'."
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Post by Mannifred Wilcox Berkshire on Jul 10, 2010 3:21:13 GMT -5
"This school...is filled with freaks and other sorts of weirdos. Hmph I suppose they thought this would be a proper punishment for me. Well I'll just have to show them that I'm more than worthy even in these circumstances. Then he'll have no choice but to recognize me..."
As usual Mannifred's expression had nothing to do with his thoughts. He was sitting in a seat near the middle of the bus, by himself. He had turned so that he was leaning against the window, pretending to read a recent issue of The Economist. He was watching and listening to those around him, as he had during the flight over, already seeking the best way to climb to the top of the current social ladder.
It would likely be an easy task, these were...special people, and special people were usually too distracted by their uniqueness to pay too much attention to seemingly lovely people like himself. But that would come later, at this time he would wait to be approached by others, being the one approached would give the handsome Englishman the initial social advantage.
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Post by Farran Jernigan on Jul 10, 2010 3:28:49 GMT -5
Farran looked over, up at the boy with the very odd accent, and winced. He debated, for a moment, the merits of ignoring Beau versus the merits of being vaguely polite, considered what his mother might do if he didn't at least make an effort to be social-ish, and gave in. (She'd know. She would.) "Hi, Beau," Farran said, before he could talk himself out of it. "I'm Farran."
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Post by Beau Boudreaux on Jul 10, 2010 3:38:10 GMT -5
Beau walked over and grabbed Farran's hand with his own. "'Ey dere, how yoo doin'? Dis you firs' year? Whatchoo can do dat got yoo in dis place, anyhow?" During this barrage of questions, the almost boyish, yet sincere smile never left Beau's face.
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Post by Farran Jernigan on Jul 10, 2010 3:50:01 GMT -5
Farran managed not to drop the other boy's hand like a hot coal, and instead clasped it cordially, managing a weak smile. "Yes, it's my first year. And not much, I'm afraid -- it's my, ah, interesting lineage and a bit of luck, I suppose." He thought for a moment, summoning the will to make civil conversation, and added, "What about you?"
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Post by Beau Boudreaux on Jul 10, 2010 4:14:35 GMT -5
Beau looked into Farran's eyes with surprising awareness; he nodded and said "Ah, I see dat choo got somethin' special bout choo, mmhmm. But to each 'is own I s'pose. I ain't gonna pry none. Now me? Ain't nuttin' big, I just strong and I got da juju. Lil luck, lil fighting, and I heal quick too. Ain't got no fancy line like choo. Dat impressive right dere."
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Post by Joshua Quasar on Jul 10, 2010 12:27:38 GMT -5
She fiddled with the cross hanging from her spiked choker necklace for a moment, and pouted at the boy. "I'm Autumpne," she said, properly introducing herself for the first time to another student at this stupid school. "What's your name?" "Joshua Quasar. My name is Joshua Quasar." The girl didn't seem particularly bright or special; she was probably there because her parents were rich. That meant she was of no use. He was just wasting time now. |
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Post by Autumpne Ravenshade on Jul 10, 2010 12:45:18 GMT -5
"It's nice to meet you, Josh." Autumpne sounded as though she was saying it only because it was supposed to be said, not because she actually meant it.
She turned in her seat so that she was facing Joshua's direction, balancing completely on her knees, with one hand on the back of her seat- it looked as though a good sized pothole or a sudden stop or turn would send her flying.
"Is this your first semester?"
Autumpne was doing her best to try and sound bored.
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Post by Laquinta Sebuz on Jul 10, 2010 12:49:18 GMT -5
As Laquinta watched the two boys - Beau and Farran, apparently - her scarf finally decided it was time to fall off. With a plop it ended up on her shoulders, and she yelped. The snakes, sensing her distressed, squirmed around a bit, and one hissed.
"Vlaka, vlaka! Should've... fuck!" With a couple of curses, both Greek and English, she untangled the scarf from around her neck as the snakes squirmed around.
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