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Yes, he’s flying around in the sky over the same yard Chase and Fel are approaching.
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Celarent
Those were terrible reasons to not teach. “Why does she work here if she won’t teach us anything?”
?For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale!?
Me when I lose my spot while archiving this rp and have to scroll back 200+ pages to find it again:
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Felicity
“Alright, well, mission accomplished. You made it to your class. About time I head to mine.”
Fel turned to leave, giving Chase a playful but gentle punch to the shoulder. She winked.
“It was fun hanging out.”
Then she walked out of the field and back to the school building.
Lois
The classroom door flew open, and in stepped Felicity. The teacher paused the lesson and fixed her with a stern look.
“Frost.”
Fel dropped her backpack down on the empty desk and then looked up at the teacher as if she were surprised to see her.
“Mrs. Cambell! Hello!”
“You’re late.”
“Correct.” Felicity smiled.
“Again.”
“Yep.”
Mrs. Cambell pulled a detention slip from her desk and held it out. Felicity cheerfully went to the front and grabbed it, giving Lois a wink as she passed by.
Lois watched her carefully out of the corner of his eye as she went back to her desk. She caught him looking and made a face at him. Then she grabbed a piece of scrap paper and began scribbling something. A minute later, a note was passed to him. He unfolded and read it as stealthy as he could. His brow furrowed slightly.
“Alright. That’s enough review for today,” Mrs. Cambell announced, “I have a little lab experiment planned for you all. Put your books away and pick a lab partner, please.”
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Here is my feeble attempt at keeping this thing going
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Hello!
Wow, I disappeared for a month. Sorry. School’s out now though.
That’s okay. I’ve also vanished. I think I’ll be dropping out of this RP for now. I’m sorry. I still haven’t entirely finished everything for school, yet I’ve still been doing summer activities so I’ve been a little bit busy.
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AHa! That works… I lost my place too…
Now let’s see if I can get back into my charrie’s head.
Viktor
Lab partners. Right.
Viktor shuffled his notes into his textbook as slowly as he could, making sure each page was smooth and even. His old habit to duck his head out of friendships cut again. A quick glance at Lois didn’t help. The other boy looked distracted.
Viktor fiddled with his pencil. It was the green one the bubbly Jocelynn girl had given him on his first day at the school. A few months of homework had cut away almost a quarter of the length, but it still wrote cleaner than what he had brought from the last foster house. He always knew what it would do, how dark it would write…
But people weren’t pencils. They were books. Thick books with heavy bindings and too many long words. Viktor zipped his bag closed with a sigh.
“I guess we should find partners.” He murmured. “If you want to, I can…”
Go work with a stranger like usual? He needed to be more open. Or maybe Lois would like to team up.
Why was it so hard to read these days?
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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Lois
Lois slipped the note into his pocket and looked around the classroom. Most of his classmates faces were unfamiliar. He didn’t have much energy at the moment to introduce himself to someone new, and pairing up with Felicity was an almost guaranteed bad grade.
Viktor shifted uneasily in his seat next to Lois. “I guess we should find partners. If you want to, I can…”
“Sure. We can be partners.”
Viktor seemed a bit surprised. Lois began putting his books away and getting ready for the experiment. He didn’t mind leaving Hugo to fend for himself with finding a partner. He seemed social enough. After clearing off the desk, he leaned back in his chair and sipped on his hot chocolate.
Beakers and safety glasses were passed around the classroom as the students all chatted excitedly.
“Admittedly,” Lois said, looking at Viktor out of the corner of his eye, “I’m not the best at science, so I may need a bit of help. Are you any good?”
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And that is a question I had to scroll pretty far back to answer.
Do we wait for Hugo, @whakekeeper ?
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@whalekeeper If you do want to write for Hugo, he could be Felicity’s lab partner if you want, or maybe there’s an odd number of people in the class and so the teacher has all three boys work together or something
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I’ll throw him in with the boys after I sort things out, read up to this point. I’m leaving for the doctor’s and my mind is occupied with needles.
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@whalekeeper Ehhhhh. Needlessss… *shudder* 😉 I hope it well!
Wow. I just wrote an RP and it got completely out of hand. I haven’t had Viktor yelling at anyone in a while, but I just found a trigger. XD It’s a bit excessive for the moment though, so I’ll edit to what I was originally intending before I send it in.
His poor mother. I miss that woman.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I am still sorely tempted to have my quiet guy haul off on someone. This is bad. His character development is at stake.
Viktor
“Any good? At science?” Viktor lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “Ja, I guess so. I can remember things, I just…”
The pencil he had pulled back out waved aimlessly about as he searched for the words. Relief had pulled his attention away.
“I like it some. The numbers, the names. The ex…expirements. I never got to do these before. Thanks for teaming up. I am sure…”
Heeled shoes clicked to a stop by their desk. Viktor shot Lois a wide eyed look before turning to face the teacher. His hands folded themselves neatly on his desk, and his shoulders slid back to a proper posture of their own accord.
“Are you a team?” She blinked down at the two boys through blue tinted safety goggles. Oddly enough, she was smiling. “Good. Here’s your safety gear. Remember, class,” she turned to hand the next group of kids their gear. “Goggles for the eyes, gloves for the hands. If your gloves are damaged, you will need another pair.”
She moved on, still smiling. Viktor looked from her to his goggles in awe. Excitement tingled up his spine like a great, friendly spider.
“I was going to say, I’m sure we would both rather you did the scribe work with the report. I’d probably write it backwards. Left handed stuff, you know.” He paused, suddenly finding it necessary to dry cold sweat from his forehead. “Do you have an idea what we’re doing?
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon Wait now I’m really curious what the original rp was
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Lol. Yeah…
XD If we get someone to twit him about the right thing, something would blow…
He’s usually a bit shy: a bit excited to meet people, but more than a bit uncomfortable with all the nuances he picks up on in situations. (Or thinks he does. Sepf-focused/self-conscious issues there) He’s used to getting picked on and gossiped about. I kinda forgot his dad won an insulting war with an entire governing council by himself. Even got one of the most trusted advisors banished. There’s hot blood in that family, whatever it may look like. XD
Don’t worry. I saved enough of the original idea just in case class gets boring. *cackles*
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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