Akito puts in his earbuds, listening to some music to help drown out the noise. Pulling out his mothers note from his pocket, he quickly read through what she had scribbled down. Aside from having to come home late, again, she also wrote down his locker number, his class schedule, and his locker combination. Somehow managing to find his locker amid the chaos, he opened it and lazily dropped his backpack in. He then took the available time to look through his pack, sifting through the new notebooks and such his mom had stashed inside.
((Yeah Gunia mychars locker is next to yours if thats okay.))
She walks behind a boy seemngly moody, she opens her locker right beside his and immediatley places her items inside, the bag of marijuana once again falls fro her sleeve, she jumps down and grabs it and falls over hitting herself on the moody boys locker.
"Owch..."
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
(('tis fine))
Akito glanced at some girl as she apparently rammed herself into his locker door. He raised his eyebrow questioningly, but decided not to comment, slowly returning to the contents of his bag.
She stood up blushing in shock and shuffled through her bag to look as if nothing had happened
She hummed loudly, obviously "trippin" as todays teenagers say.
"LaLaLaLa..."
She then mumbles the lyrics to a song
"And every once again, ill turn to a friend..."
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
Akito turns up his music a bit to compensate for the girls "trippin". He took a deep breath in a small attempt to calm his nerves. He didn't exactly want to get into trouble on his first day, especially not before he's even had his first class.
She thought to herself, "This guy right here is awfully moody, Maybe he is having a rough day so far. Oh well, I should keep out of his buisnatch"
She put her un-needed items away and walked off to her first class, whichever one it was
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
Akito sifted through his pack a bit more before pulling out a simple notebook. Closing his locker and glancing once more at his mothers notes, he headed off toward his first class. Upon arrival he slumped into a vacant desk, drowning himself in his music. He had little intention of actually paying attention to the teacher if he could avoid it.
She arived at her classroom having no clue what it was due to her lack of sleep and general being high off of drugs.
She slumped intoa desk and threw her hood over covering her headphones, She closed her eyes and listened to her loved music.
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
After that I went into school as well, I already had everything I needed in my backpack, so I simply walked to my first period class, art. It was a great class overall, and made it on time without rushing to there. He began to paint on the canvas, but in the end got lost in thought "Hmmm..."
I enter and go in art class seeing i'm kinda late I take out a bunch of sketches and detail those little sketches as i finish detailing I get a blank piece of paper and Started sketching a nice hill with a single tree on it "hopefully this turns out right" I say to myself
She pulls out her paper and draws on the sketch pad. Noticing the boy she had not to long ago made a mess of herselfi n front of.
She chuckles remembering the moment, She begins sketching some perfect circles to start her warm up drawings
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"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
Chris's automobile of choice was a beaten Jeep Cherokee from somewhere from the turn of the century. Battered and caked over in mud, it was covered in holes big enough to ram a man's torso through patched over with sheet metal, epoxy, and stucco. The roof had the same treatment, but more for dents the size of bowling balls hammered out and blended in with spray-paint, giving it a camouflage texture. A sheet of heavy-duty plastic supplemented by weatherproof window plastic was glued to one window where the glass had been completely busted out. And for the purpose of redundancy, its Michigan plates stuck both at the front, and the back; and the probable event Frowlyr caked one or the other in an inch of mud he failed to chip off before taking it on the road. All terrain tires that had to be larger than the old by double kept the car lifted much higher than it should be.
And Chris had an explanation for every dent, a bit of a story.
"Just empty your pockets." Chris said in a tired voice as he purveyed the vehicle of his escort and amusement. His backpack - a patch work deal much like his vehicle - hung low on one shoulder, laden with the couple odd books of the couple odd classes he still had to take over his parent-enforced summer curriculum.
Shrugging, he whipped out the keys from his pocket, giving them a spin reminiscent of an old desperado and pressed them into the lock, the buttons to do it remotely having long since died out; or maybe it was the sensors in the car. With a soft click the latches in the door popped and he could slid in. Giving his bag an unceremonious chuck, he threw it in the passenger seat and jumped in, following the bag as it slammed against the other side.
The interior of the Jeep was perhaps worse than outside. The upholstery on the seats had been worn down to bare threads, and stains from mud or blood coated the seats; the boy couldn't tell which, nor care. Rolls of random rope and bungee chords lay wrapped up on the floor alongside CDs ranging from Zac Brown to Eric Church to Little Big Town and Johnny Cash. A crushed empty twelve pack was stuffed under the passenger seat, and if anyone asked it was his military brother's; it just got forgotten.
Throwing the keys into the ignition the car roared to life, the engines churning and booming like some ancient dragon and shaking just like the Earth would. Its seizing settled and tamed as its rattling took on a quality much improved. Chris sat at the driver's seat idly staring out the long drive the ran from the back of the house towards the narrow paved road. He didn't feel as if he had to go. But he'd face a belt and a great manly wrath that terrified him if he failed.
Shrugging, Chris reached down and pulled a CD at random from the floor. Without looking at it he popped the case open and shoved the disc into the beaten player. There was a hesitant refusal to play, but with a whir the shaken and rattled player decided it would. From the speakers came a rolling Georgian tune of acoustic and quick tight drums. The accompaniment of fiddles quickly joined followed by Zac Brown himself.
"30,000 feet above," the song began in its lyrics, "The city where I fell in love with you, and the fadin' concrete skyline brings an urban lullaby that still rings true. When I passed you on the street that day should've let that red scarf fly away."
I finished at the end class it look as realistic as anything as i have ever made I tucked it in my bag as the bell rang I left the room and went noticed another poster saying "talent show in 5 days" I was suprised i was waiting for it to actually come i never knew it was this early...
Abby pulls in and parks her truck. She gets out and shuts the door; then makes her way into the school. Abby goes to her locker and opens it. She places her bag inside then puts her phone in her pocket. Probably should head to class. She grabs her things for class then shuts her locker. Abby then begins to walk down the hall.
She draws lightly on the canvas careful not to leave any unwanted marks. She every once in a while changes the song and draws more. Looking around at the many boys that surrounded her
"There are a lot ore guys than girls in this class..."
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
She stared at the girl that just walked into class, She herself was unaware that she was staring at this random girl she new nothing about.
Her music became mezmerizing to her, she fell asleep slumped in her chair, her hands in her pockets.
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<- Corporal Jade Iren Buckley
"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
Jaya, still sleeping from the lack of sleep she had before, Had not been aware that she had not charged her phone. So the music had suddenly stopped when she awoke. She looked around remembering her classroom.
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"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
In art, I debated what I should draw, thinking through a list of ideas. The final solution came out to be landscape. Pulling an image of a sunset upon my phone. I copied what I observed from the picture, it was rather strenuous though. I peered over to see all the other art projects.
She walks behind a boy seemngly moody, she opens her locker right beside his and immediatley places her items inside, the bag of marijuana once again falls fro her sleeve, she jumps down and grabs it and falls over hitting herself on the moody boys locker.
"Owch..."
Akito glanced at some girl as she apparently rammed herself into his locker door. He raised his eyebrow questioningly, but decided not to comment, slowly returning to the contents of his bag.
She hummed loudly, obviously "trippin" as todays teenagers say.
"LaLaLaLa..."
She then mumbles the lyrics to a song
"And every once again, ill turn to a friend..."
She put her un-needed items away and walked off to her first class, whichever one it was
She slumped intoa desk and threw her hood over covering her headphones, She closed her eyes and listened to her loved music.
((Have to go to summer school))
She chuckles remembering the moment, She begins sketching some perfect circles to start her warm up drawings
And Chris had an explanation for every dent, a bit of a story.
"Just empty your pockets." Chris said in a tired voice as he purveyed the vehicle of his escort and amusement. His backpack - a patch work deal much like his vehicle - hung low on one shoulder, laden with the couple odd books of the couple odd classes he still had to take over his parent-enforced summer curriculum.
Shrugging, he whipped out the keys from his pocket, giving them a spin reminiscent of an old desperado and pressed them into the lock, the buttons to do it remotely having long since died out; or maybe it was the sensors in the car. With a soft click the latches in the door popped and he could slid in. Giving his bag an unceremonious chuck, he threw it in the passenger seat and jumped in, following the bag as it slammed against the other side.
The interior of the Jeep was perhaps worse than outside. The upholstery on the seats had been worn down to bare threads, and stains from mud or blood coated the seats; the boy couldn't tell which, nor care. Rolls of random rope and bungee chords lay wrapped up on the floor alongside CDs ranging from Zac Brown to Eric Church to Little Big Town and Johnny Cash. A crushed empty twelve pack was stuffed under the passenger seat, and if anyone asked it was his military brother's; it just got forgotten.
Throwing the keys into the ignition the car roared to life, the engines churning and booming like some ancient dragon and shaking just like the Earth would. Its seizing settled and tamed as its rattling took on a quality much improved. Chris sat at the driver's seat idly staring out the long drive the ran from the back of the house towards the narrow paved road. He didn't feel as if he had to go. But he'd face a belt and a great manly wrath that terrified him if he failed.
Shrugging, Chris reached down and pulled a CD at random from the floor. Without looking at it he popped the case open and shoved the disc into the beaten player. There was a hesitant refusal to play, but with a whir the shaken and rattled player decided it would. From the speakers came a rolling Georgian tune of acoustic and quick tight drums. The accompaniment of fiddles quickly joined followed by Zac Brown himself.
"30,000 feet above," the song began in its lyrics, "The city where I fell in love with you, and the fadin' concrete skyline brings an urban lullaby that still rings true. When I passed you on the street that day should've let that red scarf fly away."
"Right," mumbled Chris, "Let's start today's nonsense."
My DeviantArt, so sexy
"There are a lot ore guys than girls in this class..."
Her music became mezmerizing to her, she fell asleep slumped in her chair, her hands in her pockets.