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Post by Samuel Norton on Jul 19, 2011 15:52:30 GMT -5
"And this is the library," Norton said as his group approached the southwest corner of the English wing. The sign above the doors in front of him corroborated the truth of this obvious statement. It was difficult to keep the I-don't-want-to-be-here-I-just-want-to-go-back-to-sleep out of his voice. Tired, resigned sighs kept trying to escape his mouth in addition to his words. For the past half an hour the back half of his brain had been keeping up a steady grumbling at the teacher who had roped him into giving this tour, and the stupid tour itself, and the distance he was forced to trudge across the campus, and the sun, and everything else he could think of. He was in a bit of a poor mood.
Why did he have to do this? Yeah, he had the qualifications, as he was beginning his fourth year at Pallet. He knew the campus as well as he knew his own home. But why did that mean he had to give up an hour of his day to shepherd around freshmen? Obviously some adult who had been scheduled to give this tour was too lazy to do it themselves.
Norton opened the library doors and let the freshmen in. The only occupant that morning was a library assistant; Sam could see her in one of the back offices with a pair of headphones on. The only source of illumination were the skylights, which filled the center of the room with a generous bath of golden light. Cool, dark shadows clung to the edges of the room.
"Computers are over there," Sam said with gestures, "and dictionaries and so forth can be found here." Probably a different guide, he thought, would have provided some amusing anecdote or "helpful" warning here, but he decided that he wasn't going to follow that example. He didn't think that, when he himself was a freshmen, he had much cared about those sort of friendly remarks.
"Any questions?" he asked however. It wasn't right to let his own crabbiness prevent him from helping anybody who wanted it.
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"We are no different from one another."
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Jul 22, 2011 16:43:35 GMT -5
Click, echo, click, echo, whisper, echo, mumble, echo… The sounds of the touring herd of freshman seemed to echo all around Melissa Matthews as she followed along, gazing curiously at everything. The tour guide was an overweight senior boy, who had clearly been nominated against his will to lead this tour. Mew couldn’t blame him – she was getting a little bored, too. She wasn’t bored with looking at everything, but she was bored of moving around in this herd like a cow and having to be quiet while someone else talked and made all the observations she wanted to make. Besides, it was weird without a lot of other people around. It was too quiet, and a little disconcerting. She hoped that the tour might end soon.
However, they were not done traipsing the Viridian Wing just yet, since they needed to go to the library. Mew perked up when they mentioned the library – she needed a new book to read, which was rare since she normally didn’t spend too much time on any one activity, reading included. She liked to read, but she would get distracted by a noise or something – she couldn’t read unless she was in perfect silence and nothing was moving, which were conditions that did not happen often. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t have minded reading a new fantasy book, or maybe another book over genetics and its progresses and discoveries. The tour group entered the library, and like many libraries, it was hushed and quiet. Only one assistant sat in the back office, wearing headphones and paying no attention to anything else.
The senior pointed out the locations of computers and dictionaries, although he didn’t seem to care about either of these things. Melissa followed the directions of his gestures with interest, twirling a strand of her blond hair around her finger. Within a few moments of glancing around, she had spotted the Dewey Decimal numbers that would lead to the science section, which would hopefully contain books that would hold her interest for more than a few minutes. Her search was already complete.
The tour guide unexpectedly asked if there were any questions, almost like an afterthought. He hadn't contributed more than what was required of him in the previous areas of their tour, so Mew hadn't been expecting it. He looked out at the group, looking at no person in particular. Realizing she did have a question, Mew raised her hand.
“What’s your favorite color?” She spoke up before he could call on her. Her classmates giggled and whispered to each other at the silliness of the question, but he had asked if there were any questions – she had a question! Whether or not it was related to what they were discussing was irrelevant.
Summary: Mew is following the tour, is bored, and asks what Norton's favorite color is. Comments: Change of topic = yay. XD
I'm so excited about finally RPing with you~!
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Post by Samuel Norton on Jul 31, 2011 0:54:04 GMT -5
Yes? he had intented to say if there were any raised hands, or perhaps just you. But the girl who stuck her arm in the air apparently had no concept of waiting, since she blurted out her question almost before Sam could open his mouth. For a second he blinked his eyes, caught off guard by the unexpectedness of her question. After all, he hadn't actually expected anyone to reply. Not really. And that wasn't one of the questions he hadn't been expecting.
"I meant any questions about something relevant," he clarified dryly, not quite annoyed by the silly and off-topic inquiry but not going to dignify it with an answer, either.
"Anybody else?" he asked instead to try to bring the group's attention back to the subject at hand, turning slightly away from the blonde girl and briefly scanning the rest of the group for any signs of imminent question-asking as their various reactions of laughs or eye-rolls or whispers died down. "No?"
In his head he considered once again his agenda. The library had an extensive collection, but its lay-out, with the smaller studying rooms branching off from the larger center room, was straightforward enough that no one should need an actual tour of it. That meant the next thing to show them was the math wing, then social studies... And thankfully neither of those would take very long.
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Sept 17, 2011 21:56:20 GMT -5
Melissa was a little upset as the tour guide skipped over her question, basically saying it was irrelevant. She stewed for a moment, while he asked if there were any other questions. There was a point to her question - knowing people's favorite color was a useful fact in case you had to provide a gift or something along those lines. She raised her hand again just before they would have moved on.
“But couldn’t you argue that all questions have relevancy?” Mew asked, her tone a little more argumentative, but her face was still friendly. She wasn’t mad at him, that was a little too strong of a word. She just wondered if that was what he really thought, and if he had considered it. She didn’t consider the fact that she might be annoying him, though. That would have been ridiculous - questions couldn't be that annoying.
Summary: Mew considers Sam's response, and then decides to argue a little bit. Not being mean, but she's definitely looking for an answer. Comments: LATE. SO LATE. Thought this covered Mew's response well enough. I like doing shorter posts. :3
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Post by Samuel Norton on Sept 20, 2011 17:59:52 GMT -5
Yeah, no amount of equivocation was going to work with him. A discussion of his favorite color with a somewhat cheeky little girl didn't appeal right then.
"You could," Sam said, leaning into and stretching out that word 'could', "but there you would be wrong. If you and I ever get into a discussion of the relative merits of Gainsborough and Picasso, you can ask me that question. Until then, don't. Just let me get on with the stupid tour."
"Come on," he said to the others with a jerk of his head gesturing to the doors that would lead back out into the English wing. "The sooner we get this over with..." he added under his breath to no one in particular.
[Join the Dark Side; we have cookies.]
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Sept 21, 2011 20:18:11 GMT -5
There was a moment in which Mew stared open-mouthed at the grumpy senior. Her first thought was, Well, I could start a disccusion about Gainsburg and Picasso... She decided against the idea, however, and just giggled. She was more amused at being shot down than anything. Normally people knew her reputation as the girl with the unusually high IQ, and so they didn't question her. It was nice to be talked down a little, somehow. Like she had wrong answers, as well.
"Well, if you don't want to tell me your favorite color, that's fine. I was just curious. Can't be sued for being curious." She followed the him out of the library. "What's your name? I'm Melissa, but you can call me Mew. All my friends do." She smiled brightly. The whole thing was more amusing than anything else. It was curious that he was so defensive over his favorite color, though.
Summary: Melissa considers starting a conversation about Gainsburg and Picasso, but decides against it. She finds the whole thing funny and giggles a little. She tells him that he doesn't have to tell her his favorite color if he doesn't want to, then asks Sam his name. She also tells him her name. Comments: Yum. White-chocolate macadamia nut? My favorite~! XD This post was fun to write. Mew amuses me so much. xP
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Post by Samuel Norton on Oct 1, 2011 16:01:01 GMT -5
For a second a trace of amusement showed on Norton's face as the girl seemed to be caught with no reply ready to hand. So he had been successful in his aim. When she giggled (giggling? how insipid) he was somewhat unsure what to think. She was a bit odd.
As he was thinking this, he walked over to open the door and exit the room.
"Melissa," he repeated. "My name's Sam. Am I supposed to be one of your friends now?" He raised his eyebrows skeptically. He didn't intend it to sound as rude as it may have sounded, though; he just wasn't the everybody-in-the-world-is-my-friend type, and he didn't want to be latched on to by one of those. Especially not literally, come to think of it, and Melissa seemed like it would hardly be a stretch if she were the sort to randomly glomp people without their asking.
[When does this end?]
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Oct 4, 2011 16:18:43 GMT -5
Melissa skipped alongside her new friend, who had just introduced himself as Sam. She wasn't sure of her exact opinion of him just yet, but she was pretty sure she liked him. He was of a quieter and grumpy sort, but that was just one layer of him, she was sure. She mulled over his question about them being friends for a moment. She had several ways she could answer that, but her mouth started rambling before she had a concrete answer.
"Well, I guess so. We could be like Facebook friends - the kind you just add because you recognize their names - or more like regular friends. I like regular friends better, though, because you can actually talk to them rather than send them messages over the Internet. And we don't have to be friends, but now we know each other's names, so we could be friends now. Do you want to be friends?" She asked him curiously, eyes glowing as she looked up at him. He didn't seem like a chummy type, but she felt like he needed a friend. And she wanted a friend.
It could work.
Summary: She skips alongside Sam and talks about different levels of friends, and then asks Sam if he wants to be her friend. She wants to be his friend, because she likes having friends. Yay Mew. XD Comments: I love having free time to post. And it can end whenever you want to. Maybe we can end it next post, if you like, and have another thread later and/or we can move the events to your other open thread in the Caf?
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Midge Kirsten Dearivus
Fine Arts
Poetry Freshman (Grade 9)
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Post by Midge Kirsten Dearivus on Oct 23, 2011 20:41:34 GMT -5
Suddenly, a bucket of slime poured upon the apathetic one's head. One Asian purple-haired button laughed like a shrieking banshee. Quickly, she covered her mouth and blushed slightly. Then, thinking better of it, she walked past him, her cloak and dress flowing behind her dramatically. Quickly, she grabbed some of the wires from the crack in the wall that she'd noticed yesterday and fiddled with them behind her skirt. Turning on her ballet-shoe-bearing toes, she raised her arms and caught the breeze of the air conditioner. It made her look quite frightening, she should know, she'd been practicing in front of the mirror. (Her roommate thought she was cah-RAZE-eee, but then again, so did lots of people.) Using her thighs, she then moved the wires to connect at the right moments, causing the lights to flash on and off every moment, like lightening. "Fear me, Midge Kirsten Dearivus, for I shall ruin all of your lives! Muahahaha!" It made no sense, but was terrifying anyway. Petite Freshman latched onto their boyfriends with screams of horror and ran off, to Midge's delight. She turned to the chubby boy who remained (as well as one or two others) and said "Before you ask, I just HAD to. Your tour was boring as textbooks."
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Post by Samuel Norton on Oct 29, 2011 15:55:26 GMT -5
"Let me get back to you on that," Sam said, not meaning that seriously in the least.
In that moment he was somewhat distracted by the entrance of a complete madwoman straight from the loony bin and a feeling of something cold, wet, and disgusting in his hair. Oh, god.
"The hell--?" He shuddered and ran his hands from his forehead over his hair to prevent any of the repulsive fluid from getting in his face. His hands came back covered in the stuff. Sam's face twisted in revulsion.
A flat "what" was all he said when the madwoman started trying--and succeeding-- to scare the stupid freshmen with a bizarre theatrical performance. "What," he repeated.
He recovered his wits somewhat by the time the girl, Midge apparently, addressed him directly.
"There are many more reasonable ways to register a complaint!" he shouted at her. "Scaring freshmen is all fine and dandy, but--" The liquid was running down the back of his neck. Ew. "What the hell is wrong with you?
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Oct 29, 2011 18:00:07 GMT -5
Melissa turned away from Sam at the same moment he turned away from her to see a most unusual occurance.
A crazy looking girl with a cape and long hair bounded up to them, and dumped something on Sam’s head -- slime, Mew realized with a cringe -- then leaped over to an air-conditioning unit and started yelling, her cape flying around her with the air from the A/C. Mew was astonished, and also impressed. The way she had rigged up her “lightning flashes” as well as the wind was really quite ingenious. She started smiling, then giggling as the other freshman ran away in confused terror of this unusual girl before them. She proclaimed herself as Midge Kirsten Dearivus, and Mew had to put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing at the sheer absurdity.
Sam had looked baffled by Midge’s performance, and then furious as she turned to them and declared Sam’s tour to be “boring as textbooks.” I’ll have to use that sometime, Mew thought to herself, tucking the simile into the back of her mind as Sam started yelling, which was a scary and impressive sight - he had seemed so calm and sleepy before, but now he was a completely different animal.
“Don’t worry, Sam, I don’t think Midge meant any harm. Your tour was sort of boring, and she was just livening things up.” Melissa tried to placate Sam, but turned and whispered to Midge in a stage whisper, “That was really ingenious with the sparks and everything. How’d you think that up?”
Summary: Midge comes up and wrecks havoc upon the tour group. Melissa thinks this is really cool and funny and starts giggling. She stops at the sight of Sam yelling, because he's quite scary when he's mad, but she also compliments Midge on her performance and asks her how she managed to do that. Comments: Chaos = YAY. <333
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Midge Kirsten Dearivus
Fine Arts
Poetry Freshman (Grade 9)
I'm a pegasister, avatard, ravenclaw, Ooo-resident, and all around fangirl
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Post by Midge Kirsten Dearivus on Oct 30, 2011 11:24:30 GMT -5
Midge blinked at the freshman. The senior, she was fine with, he'd become irritable and more apathetic than he'd been moments before (Which was, of course, what had always happened whenever a prank had been committed by her) but the blond freshman had just... laughed. Thinking it over, Mello supposed that was what one aimed for whenever causing tomfoolery, for others to laugh. It had never happened before, though. She had always put a little too much scare into the job, she realized. "Maybe I should try to make it more funny," she murmured. Realizing she had been thinking aloud, and that the two remaining were both still there and listening, she quickly stopped. Answering the girl's question, she blushed. "I'd actually been here about a month before term started, checking up the wiring in the school's walls," Midge said, trying to sound cool and serene. The voice was well enough, but paired with the words actually coming out of her mouth, she sounded silly. Midge's eyes glazed up, as if recalling a particularly delicious memory of eating creme caramel. "Plus, I bribed one of the Horticulture majors into finding me some particularly thick plant nectar. I knew about a specific... mm, let's call it a relationship he had with a certain Dance student upon the top of the Celadon Wing... that boy is as embarrass~able as an insecure fourth grader." She smiled wickedly. Midge knew that everything she was telling the two of them remaining was so awful, but it was just too fun to give up! Perhaps there was something wrong with her, as the Food critique had shouted. It seemed reasonable to her. People were commenting about it all the time when she was nearby. She turned to them both again. "You two look smart, about how much of what I just said was illegal?" The evil looking girl scratched her ear nonchalantly. "Oh, and did you ever know that the vents in this school are quite good at tracking sound in? It's almost as if one has ears for every room if they know where to look..."
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Post by Samuel Norton on Nov 4, 2011 20:28:09 GMT -5
"That's no excuse!" Sam said, still facing Midge although he was answering Melissa's question. He was fuming. "Of course it was freaking boring; lots of things in life are boring. That doesn't give you a right to take it out on my hair!"
Plant nectar? Was that what was in his hair? He wondered if the sugar content would lead to any adverse effects.
He would not have cared the slightest if it had just been scaring ninth graders. Her flashy light show, to him, had just been silly melodramatic nonsense that he could have easily ignored. Hell, he should, he knew, be impressed by her special effects and her cleverness. She was obviously pretty smart. But since she had sought to take on her boredom on him...
Midge had succeeded in making a huge impression on Norton, which this fan of the dramatic entrance would probably have been pleased to know. Only the impression was a bad one. All Norton saw was a manipulative lunatic with no respect for anyone but herself, overly impressed by her own cleverness, overly fond of being the center of attention, with a laugh and a smugness that was obnoxious as hell. These traits combined to set Sam's teeth on edge.
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Midge Kirsten Dearivus
Fine Arts
Poetry Freshman (Grade 9)
I'm a pegasister, avatard, ravenclaw, Ooo-resident, and all around fangirl
Posts: 39
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Post by Midge Kirsten Dearivus on Nov 9, 2011 22:19:02 GMT -5
Midge looked back at the slightly chubby boy when he spoke. "Your name is Sam, isn't it?" she asked. She already knew that it was, he'd told them when their moods were more dulled a few minutes ago, but she wanted to check. Assuming the affirmative, she took his hand and shook it. "Terribly sorry about your hair. It wasn't you in particular I wanted to rile up, simply the atmosphere of the entire room. I know that I've probably caused you to hate me and my love for attention and that you might have been fine with the prank so long as it did not involve you. Many people would and have agreed with you, inserting themselves into your place. I agree, I am a rowdy idiot with nothing but counter~productive tomfoolery in mind and I deserve to be punished. I set peoples' teeth on edge (She then pointed vaguely at his mouth) and do nothing but harm for the entire establishment of society!" With this, she fell to the ground and began to weep obviously falsely (The girl was a poetry major, not a theatre one!) "Smite me, oh mighty smiter, SMITE ME!" Midge then quickly bounced up and rotated on the balls of her feet, steadying herself from the fast motion. "Did you like it?" she asked. "I wrote as an apology letter for one of the other people who got plant nectar in their hair. The Principal was less than thrilled, but the poetry magazine I sent it to loved it! Gave it four stars!" She held her chin in a "The Thinker" like pose. "Apparently it counted as free verse. Those people do not know what they're talking about." "So!" she twisted to face the two again, having drifted away in day dreaming whilst talking (Mello did that often. OFTEN.) "Will you two tell? I assume that the others have by now, but if you don't, I might get less punishment than I deserve!" she winked. "And, of course, I'll be your Bee-Eff-Eff for like, EVAR. Though Sam doesn't want that, does he? Hmm... What do you want out of life, Mr. Senior? I can't afford much, but I get by some particularly rich information from time to time. Of course I'm bribing you right now, but hey, we're past that. How about you, Mew? Do you want something particularly illegal? You could probably bounce past millions of security guards with one bubbling swoop, but perhaps something useful could emerge." Midge now realized that she had been talking for a good twenty minutes, and zipped her mouth closed, locked it, and threw away the key. She was feeling INCREDIBLY enthusiastic right now, to her concious's disgust, but she ignored it. The euphoria really was something!
PS Guys, Midge is a jerk, this is not a personal attempt to anger anyone! You probably know that already, but still, I do not hate you!
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Post by Melissa Matthews ° on Nov 18, 2011 14:26:33 GMT -5
Mew watched Midge's melodramatic apology with a mildly amused and curious expression. She giggled as Midge through herself onto the floor, but restrained herself a little so as to not anger Sam any further. She did applaud, however, when Midge got up and asked how they had enjoyed her apology.
"Ooh, really? You got published in a magazine? I've tried writing poetry, but it's not as easy as genetic code for me. Words have too much meaning - you only have four 'words' in a double helix. Genetic code is more interesting, anyway," Mew interrupted as Midge took on a "Thinker" pose. She must be good at poetry, if she had been published. Perhaps that was her major.
"Are you a Poetry major?" She voiced her thought aloud as it struck her, somewhat ignoring Sam as a new and shiny object, in the form of Midge, took her attention.
When Midge asked if she would tell, she thought about it for awhile. She supposed she should tell a teacher that the tour had been interrupted, but then Midge would probably get in trouble. She didn't want that to happen to her new friend. She wasn't sure how she was going to be able to help with any pranks, and she didn't think that was in her or her parents' idea of a productive use of her time at a school. "What's there to tell? The tour ended early," Mew smiled. That part was at least true. She didn't need to be bribed if she told the truth. "But I don't know about helping with any pranks..." She trailed off, twirling a portion of her hair around her finger to show her nerves and apprehension. Was that what she had been asking? Or did Mew misunderstand? That was possible - language was never a perfect form of communication.
Summary: Melissa listens to Midge's apology, and refrains from giggling, but can't help applauding when Midge finishes her 'performance.' She talks about how genetic code is easier to write than poetry, and congratulates Midge on getting published. She asks if Poetry is her major, and then agrees to cover for Midge by telling a half-truth - the tour ended early. She doesn't think she would be able to help Midge would pranks, and tells her so. (I'm not sure if Midge was asking her to help with a prank or not, so...) Comments: No offense taken, Artsy - Sam is just irritated. xD This thread is ever so much fun~ Sorry it took me awhile to get back to it!
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