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Post by Nora Foster on Aug 26, 2016 15:55:27 GMT
▲ It was too much of a beautiful day to stay inside. And although she had promised Timothy that she would start attending classes more, it was History, literally, the most boring class out of all of them. All her plan was, was to slip out of class without anyone notice and just enjoy the day. She wasn't planning on interrupting any classes! And yet- " Ms. Foster!" Nora sat bolt up, eyes wide, her fingers already gripping her backpack. Crap, it's a teacher! As she scrambled to her feet, the teacher rounded the corner, looking quite red in the face. " Oh wow, don't you look nice today," she said weakly, taking a couple steps back. " You know, I would hate to mess up what you got going on right there, but..." Nora spun around and took off, stumbling over herself for a moment. She heard the teacher swear aloud and the sound of shoes slapping against the ground behind her. Nora slung the backpack over her shoulders and sent a quick prayer of thanks to her mothers for making her join the track team. Apparently sprinting each and every day after school was preparing her for something. Though the redhead doubted that this was what her parents had been expecting. A large tree caught her eye and she turned sharply, sprinting towards it. She swung her backpack off of her shoulders and tossed it up; luckily for her, it snagged quite nicely on one of the branches. Nora scaled the tree, not registering the bark that cut into her skin. She swung up on one branch and settled down, smirking down at the teacher. Kicking her feet in the air, Nora stuck her tongue out. " Ms. Foster, get down from there this instant!" The teacher puffed, her chest rising and falling, as she tried to steal her breath. " Ehhh...nah, I think I like it up here," Nora replied, glancing around and nodding to herself. The teacher put her hands on her hips and glowered up at her. " You best get comfy, because I will not leave until you come back down. And as soon as you do, I'm marching you straight to Principle Mars' office." It was purely empty threats, Nora knew from experience this particular teacher didn't stick around for too long. " Wow, now that makes me really want to come back down," Nora scoffed, " and don't worry about me, I have things to keep me occupied right here." She patted her backpack and gave the teacher a Cheshire grin, and in return, she only got a scoff. And sure enough, the teacher stalked off, presumably to get another teacher. Nora settled down against the tree, leaning her back against the trunk of the tree. At least it was a nice day outside. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 27, 2016 18:05:45 GMT
▲ it took him mere seconds to dash down the corridor and weasel his way into another classroom, "excuse me! pardon me! comin' through!" the ginger shouted, pushing away tables and hopping over backpacks to make room for himself. the teacher at the front of the class stared in astonishment whilst the students held mixed reactions. behind the escaping senior was another teacher who was much angrier than the one that was in the middle of teaching. "dean vegas, if you don't stop right now and go back with me-""but how do i ditch class successfully if i 'go back with you?'" dean asked, suddenly stopping and about-facing at the back of the roomso he could stare at his 'chaser,' "isn't that kinda dumb? i mean, i was tryna get out of doing math altogether?""dean you dumbass!" one of the students around him said aloud as some others snickered, "who tells a teacher their actual motive anyway?"the redhead stared blinkingly for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, "it's better to be honest, though."the snickering students' laughter grew, "yeah but in your case it's more or less stupidity."hearing this, dean pouted a little, "look who's talking." he said quietly to himself as he turned around and dashed out of the room again, ignoring the 'wait!' coming from the teacher chasing after him. he soon came upon a row of trees after leaving the academic building. the teacher behind was still yelling something that was no longer coherent as dean huffed. this cat and mouse game was already getting boring, and he usually much preferred to do the chasing than being chased. there was a reason why many people would compare him to dogs. with a growl, the ginger picked up his pace and went straight for one of the trees available. it didn't take long for him to ascend the trunks. then, after boosting and flinging himself upon a thick, sturdy branch, he quickly noticed that it was already occupied by another. crimson eyes blinked a few times at a fellow redhead, whom he vaguely recognized. he just wasn't so good at keeping track of people's names and faces if he didn't see them outside of parties and the like, "huh, dora," he said, a grin cracking easily from ear-to-ear, "out exploring on a nice, sunny day? me too! what a coincidence. where's yer friend? 'boots' or-""dean?! where did you go? i know you're hiding somewhere, come out now before i send the hound dogs."hearing this, dean's eyes widened, "we have hound dogs in the school?" he piped up quickly, now hanging upside down from the branch with his head poked out of the leaves, "yanno! i had a dog one time. it tasted like heaven." he hollered at the teacher whose eagle eyes snapped to him on instinct. "there you are." she smiled and began to approach the redhead. "did i fuck up?" the seventeen-year-old questioned out loud. he swung himself back upon the branch and blinked a few times at nora. "whelp! unless y'got a detailed map of the school, or wanna play out a romannntic action movie escape scene with me... see ya!" he held up a hand at the girl while giving her a toothy grin. with that, he jumped down from the tree so as to continue his getaway. Nora Foster ● 587 ● sry for the bunch of weird refs jfc MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Nora Foster on Aug 27, 2016 23:45:28 GMT
▲ Nora had closed her eyes and had been resting for a bit, relaxing in the cool breeze. However, it was cut short almost immediately, as she heard another teacher shouting at a student. She opened her eyes and glanced around curiously, before noticing the vaguely familiar ginger hair bouncing along. She sat up and swung to face him, kicking her feet in the air. As she watched him scale the tree, her eyebrows raised and a faint smile appeared. " Ah, Mr. Beans, pleasure to see you again," she said, leaning her cheek against her fist, her elbow resting on her thigh. It was a nickname that had stuck; when she had first met him, she had heard someone say his name was " Bean," instead of " Dean." The name just kind of stuck... " Pissed off another teacher, eh?" Her question was quickly answered as his pursuer yelled up at him. Whistling softly, she tilted her head to the side, the smile widening. " Escaping the grasp of a teacher? Why, Mr. Beans, you must have the wrong girl, I would never dream of doing that." She nabbed her backpack and followed after him. " It's every person's dream to escape a teacher with you, you should hear what people are saying about you," she teased, keeping pace with his strides. With a glance behind her, she made an amused noise in the back of her throat. " You hafta tell me what you did, she looks like she'll bite your head off if she catches up to you." MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 30, 2016 23:21:55 GMT
▲ he heard her voice again and blinked, "that's true though! i heard 'em talking about starring me in one of their movies at the film club," said dean, playing along with nora's praise. actually, did they even have a film club at birchwood? he highly doubted it. then again, dean didn't care much for the clubs and their activities in general. mostly because he wasn't a member of any since none of it actually interested him. well, maybe the cooking club if they had one, though he'd probably just be there to mooch off of food from his clubmates. or hit on them. there was bound to be a lot of cute girls ( who could cook) at a cooking club. speaking of food... reaching into his pants pocket, the seventeen-year-old quickly pulled out a handful of stuff. he proceeded to pick up then toss away some a candy wrapper, a cigarette butt, two marbles, and a paperclip, before he was finally left with some half-eaten string cheese. he brought it to his nose for a quick whiff before shrugging his shoulders and popping the whole thing into his mouth. it was only until then did he realize that the other redhead was talking to him, "wait, what-" blinking a few times at nora, dean then glanced over his shoulder to the angry teacher: as if doing so would help him backtrack what had been said, "hey! missus-" he began, but paused; what was her last name again? "why am i running from you again? does it have something to do with your panties today, or is it 'cause y'got the hots for me? like one of 'em fangirls?" as if he was some sort of celebrity. but, there was usually a slightly arrogant undertone to dean's words. just that others didn't always pick up on it. "it's 'cause you haven't even tried to go to math class since school started, you little-"the senior blinked, "really? what a boringass reason. and it's not my fault that math is boring too! ... ya sure it's not 'cause i asked you if yer more of a thong or g-string person?""don't make me sue you for sexual harassment, vegas!"blinking stupidly, the ginger turned back to the front and looked to the other redhead, "ten bucks say that she's a brief person. otherwise that stick prolly would've fallen outta her ass already." giving himself a laugh, dean let out a huff. then, he stopped running altogether; not just because he had been at it for quite awhile now, but also because he was already bored by this point. hands in his pockets, he about-faced to grin at the teacher, "a'ight, ya caught me. what'cha want me t'do then? go to class? can i drop by the washroom for a dump before we head over?" he questioned as he began to walk towards the educator, never bothering to consult his current 'partner-in-crime' for whatever plan he had in mind. if he actually did have one, anyway. nevertheless, it didn't really matter whether nora wanted to keep tagging along or not; it wasn't as if they had to stick together. hell, they barely even really knew one another. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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