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Calvin
“Can you show me where your next elective is?” Cal asked gently. “Either Marcel or I can escort you there. Marcel makes a great bodyguard.”
He hoped the thought of the winged boy wouldn’t scare Pax, or at least that Pax wouldn’t remember the little scrimmage last night.
Thorn
“Never being surprised, isn’t the same as never being hurt,” Thorn mumbled to herself.
As Sara entered the ballroom and disappeared, Thorn turned away, and stared out the window. She stepped into its square of light on the wooden floor, letting the orange glow bathe her.
Outside, a view of the city also bathed in the sun. The walls of bricks, tickled with ivy and the pale ghosts of graffiti, leaned back and sighed. Pigeons fluttered, landing on a few looping telephone lines, and pecked at litter bits on the sidewalk.
Thorn sighed too, and tucked her arms onto the windowsill, letting the lazy wind push the ribbons out of her face.
Time, like a cat, curled up and went to sleep.
Why wouldn’t someone try?
“Everything is a mountain”
Dang y’all, that was a lot to read. 😂 But I enjoyed it. XD
Sooo… did we end English class?
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
Storms, I’m sorry we flooded you with so many entries… 😅 And sorry for everyone else, too. Yes, we have finished English, and are sorting out electives.
“Everything is a mountain”
Paxton
Paxton hugged his backpack tight, nodding. He thought for a moment, before opening the front pocket, pulling out a small paint brush. He showed it to Calvin for only a second before sliding it back inside, still nervously toeing the ground.
“Oh, you taking art?” Paxton nodded, a small smile on his face. He had to admit, he was very excited about the elective.
Though he doubted his skill…this was the first time he’d really gotten the chance to try and venture into something he enjoyed doing.
“Nice, I think I know where that’s at.” Calvin smiled, “Come on. My buddy’s probably wondering where I am.”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 Sorry for taking so long XD
Evelyn
We walked out of the room and through the school halls. I didn’t know what his plan was, and I didn’t really want to get in trouble on my first day. But truthfully I liked Arthur he was amusing and nice.
“So what electives are you doing?” I asked walking up beside him.
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thornehaha, no worries! It was an enjoyable distraction from my Saturday morning chores. XD
Did someone talk about having the bullies meet up after English? I mighta just read that into something. 😂
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
Arthur
He shrugged. “Ah, you know. A little of this, a little of that. You?” He shot the question back, not giving her a straight answer.
Truth was…he didn’t really want people to find out he’d signed up for Drama as one of his electives…
Yea…someone was going to find out eventually…
I mean…he wasn’t the only one who’d signed up for the class after all…
But…he could buy some time at least.
He anxiously swept a piece of blonde hair out of his eyes.
After all…he had an image to keep up! And if people found out his love for drama…amongst other things…well…there went his reputation.
And his street cred.
Not to mention the endless teasing he’d get from the insanely cruel jerks this school seemed to be filled with.
Aramis and Edrich already had out for him….
And…if Corvina found out…
“Arthur? You alright?”
“Hm? Oh! Yea, sorry, what did you say?”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@euodia-vision that is a good idea
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebEvelyn
“Hm? Oh! Yea, sorry, what did you say?”
Someone was in their head,
I let out a small laugh, “I was just saying that I’m taking art and martial arts,” I gave a gentle smile, “So what is this and that? Or would it shred your confidence if you told me?”
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne@smiley how old is Evelyn btw?
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebCoolio. Do we want to wait for Esther or introduce everyone one at a time?
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
@smiley kk
Arthur
Arthur blanched, shoes catching on the floor for a half-second. He quickly regained his composure, shooting the girl a slightly nervous grin.
“Hm, sure,” he swallowed the small bit of anxiety in his throat. “I think the real question is…why are you so curious about it?” He tried for one of his cat-like grins, but felt like it fell miserably short. “Oh! Look, the lunch hall,” he said, clearing his throat. He held out his arms, gesturing to the large oak doors. He waved Evelyn inside, smiling. “Ladies first.”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@euodia-vision up to u.
Also I forgot Arthur’s other elective is Botany which is just as embarrassing to him…
(he loves flowers, but would die if anyone found out. Corvina does know about his love of flowers.)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebLol Godly are you wanting them to meet up with Marc? XD Also I just realized when I type his name, it corrects as Marvel…and to be honest, he would be The #1 Marvel Fan.
Marcel
A few in the halls backed away, mildly interested, as Marcel hoisted on his backpack and trudged his way towards Art class.
He figured the students would stop watching him after a few days.
Sure, he made Aramis – the Fly Boy – back down. But Aramis and his brother were reasonably popular, and impressive to look at. They had a reputation, and Marcel was just a chunky middle-grader with a few clumsy powers.
In other words, the Icari with the stunning, sharp wings was cool. The Guardian with a few messy, unkempt feathers was not cool.
Marcel wheezed, already out of breath.
He snapped his fingers, summoned a cloud, and surfed over the heads of the other students, pulling out his bag of candy, and a comic book. Issue #34 of Archives of Stuart McCarthy, fresh off the printing press.
Maybe I could make a business out of this, he thought, sticking a bright blue taffy in his cheek. Carry kids on my cloud, like a bus driver. Fifty cents a class…
“Marcel!”
Marcel’s cloud screeched to a halt, and he peeked his head over the side. “What?”
“Can you give us a hand over here?” Calvin asked, gesturing at Paxton, who clutched his backpack like a life preserver.
“What with?”
“Can you carry us to Art class? You’re going there too, and Pax isn’t feeling too good.”
Wow. Customers already. The pink-haired boy grinned, dangling one arm over the side. “Whatcha going to give me if I do?”
“I know what I’ll give you if you don’t,” Cal said matter-of-factly. He held up a fist. “Your ears will be ringing for a week.”
“Calm down, calm down,” The tiny Guardian drawled, sticking out a blue-stained tongue.
A spiral staircase of sun-lit fog appeared out of nowhere, leading up into the cloud.
Pax shrank back.
“I don’t have all day.” Marcel inspected the streaks of marker on his hand. “You gonna take this trolley, or what?”
Calvin turned to Pax, taking one step on the staircase. “Come on, if you like. Like I always say, Marc wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Well, that wasn’t completely true, considering that Icari fight…
“Everything is a mountain”
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