In Trayton there is a "school" that all the steriotypes go to before they actually go out into "battle". THye are predestined to become what their nation chooses them to be. This is training! You can hate another character and hold grudges. You go to this "school" to sharpen you abilities as a rocker, thespian prep ect.
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The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
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"Pityful, Scarlet. It took you a full minute to change costumes. Pathetic. I want you to do it again until you can get under the thirty second count."
Scarlet scowled at Professor Agresta. Sighing, she snatched up the costume box and moved onto the red 'X' on the stage that marked the starting point. Professor Agresta raised her timer.
"Start. Now."
Scarlet darted behind the changing screen and began the clothes-switch drill again. Her hands darted back and forth, quickly buttoning buttons and tying laces. She threw the left over clothing into the costume box and stepped out from behind the screen.
The class of thespians burst into a round of nervous giggles. Professor Agresta raised her heavily penciled eyebrow.
"Miss Kenning," she said softly. Scarlet paled. Last names were never good.
"Yes, Professor?"
"What do you call that costume?"
Scarlet looked down at herself. She felt herself blushing furiously. She was in some strange assortment of clothing, half-Gothic, half-Color.
"Congratulations, Miss Kenning," sneered Professor Agresta. "You came out under the time limit. However, you failed to dress appropriately. What do you say for yourself? Are you trying to make a mockery of this class?"
"No, Professor!"
Agresta looked at Scarlet critically. "Come back here during your break period. We will drill until you get this right."
Scarlet's heart sunk. Extra periods with Agresta? She'd rather spend the rest of her life surrounded by the Color's senseless babble.
Professor Agresta turned back to the class. "Who is next up? Pray that you are better than Miss Kenning, here. I have very little patience for foolishness left..."
"Zeke show me your project now," I heard Mr. Russel the Tech instructor say.
"Okay," I said and then pulled a skateboard out from under my desk.
"Is that it," He asked eyeing it.
"Well partly, watch," I said then pulled out a remote placed the skate board down and pressed a button. The wheels then flipped so they were flat, then they began to spin and the board started to float. I hit another then the back axles let out a soft whine as small mini fans came out spinning so fast the breeze could blow you away. Stepping on I hit another and two straps hocked me in, getting my balance I hit one more and the board shot forward at high speeds, I turned expertly then stopped back in front of Mr. Russel.
"What does it run on," He asked me.
"It is motion powered, when ever it moves it gains power. It was hard but i was able to pull it off," I told him and showed him the prints for it.
"Very good. A motion powered engine is very hard to make, no one has ever released prints of the ones there are."
"So that means an A."
"No this is a a score of 200 out of 100," Russel said and handed me the grade.
"Sweet. Well I'll be at lunch," I said pressed some button on the remotes, then picked the board up as it shut down.
That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.
The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
*Picture of Alex and Billy I have brought Andy in for you*
[b]Emily's Guitar Lesson[/b]
Emily walked into practice room two as she saw her guitar teacher John Page sitting quitely with an acostic guitar resting on his lap. As she walked in he looked up and smiled at her.
"Your early" He said grabbing another guitar and passing it over to her.
"Couldn't wait to get out of Mr Chauhan's lesson" She laughed. "So what we learning today"
John pulled his bag off his shoulder and pulled put a music book.
"Well didn't you want to learn aerosmith?" John said handing over the tabs.
"Yeah, cool" She smiled and pulled a music stand in fornt of her. She began playing the song, getting used to the chords.
"So are you going to be at the music centre this week" She said as she played.
"Of course" He replied, " You need to get Alex to come, we dont want him losing his part in the musical"
Emily nodded her head and stopped playing.
"Alex has been down in the dumps lately, I really dont no whats wrong with him.." She said as she sat up straight. "He and his girlfriend split up a month ago but he was alright last week"
John sighed and watched the door open as another guitar player entered the room. He had mid-length, but very thick, semi-curly brown hair and gorgous eyes.
"Hey Andy" John said smiling, " This is Emily". She stood up and shook hands with the stranger.
"Nice to meet you" He replied smiling.
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Every rose has it's thorn.. Just like every night has it's dawn.
I've matured a lot and I realised it was time to come back.. for good!
Sam sunk into her seat, she was going to ace this class yet again. Scarlet had already done this more than five times and the rest of Sam's class burst into the giggles. Sam tried to give Scarlet a smile that said "you can do it" but Scarlet was focused on their bird beak professor. She had to stay back of course to get it right so the rest of the class funneled out into the long awaited lunch period. Sam yawned and walked out. Luckily, as a thespian no one really hated her but no one really trusted her at the same time so it wasn't a complete win-win thing but whatever. She scanned the cafeteria, leafy salad in one hand and sugary soda in the other.
She sighed as someone ran into her, and smiled widely when she relized who it was.
"Hi!" Sam said enthusiastic.
*anyone can enter*
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
Scarlet looked up. "Oh, hi..." she replied. It was Sam Ginger, a fellow thespian. Scarlet recognized her as the one who had attempted encouragement in class.
"I though you had to stay with Agresta?" asked Sam curiously. Scarlet's face fell.
"No, I have to go back at break... And that witch is hinting I'll have to come after school too if I can't get it right."
"I'm sure you will," said Sam positively. Scarlet glanced doubtfully at her as she grabbed a plate of food from the lunch line.
"Yeah. Sure I will..." she muttered. Scarlet shook her head to clear it. "I mean," Scarlet began slowly. "Its not as if I can't do it... I know I can, but its the timing thing that gets to me, you know? If I know Agresta is glaring at me from behind a thin screen, I mess up... Which, I'm sure, is what she wants..."
Scarlet realized she had been subconsciously following Sam. She blushed.
(I hope it's okay that she takes various kinds of classes...?)
Imelda-thespian
The corners of Imelda's lips tipped up slightly in amusement as she walked out of the thespian classroom. Today she had decided to go to class in a... Different outfit. On her head she wore a short black-haired wig and a black and dark-purple headband. She wore a black and white striped t-shirt underneath a black hoodie with ripped dark-wash jeans and black scuffed-up army-style boots. She had powdered her face slightly, giving her the "I try to avoid the sun" look and covered her eyes with sunglasses, eliminating the need to plaster on eye makeup and choose dark colored contacts. There were false nails on her fingers painted black and crowned by an array of silver rings with scull semblances and dark stones and a small stick-on nose ring to finish it off. She had succeeded in making herself appear to fit in perfectly with the Gothic group, and she was only a few days into her Freshman year. She was completely invisible in her thespian class and hadn't gotten more than a reproachful glance from the teacher.
Alter Ego - Gothic : completed
Imelda made her way through the current of students to the bathroom, which was empty as many of the girls were either in the cafeteria or flirting with the guys. She stepped into a stall and locked it. Imelda flicked open her bag and laid out the contents on the floor and turned the reversible bag inside out to reveal the blue-and-white striped pattern. She slipped off her ripped jeans and replaced them with whole ones in a lighter shade and put on black sandals instead of boots. She slipped off her accessories and placed them into a plastic bag marked Goth along with her false nails. Imelda then took off her black wig and quickly brushed out her blonde hair until it became smooth again and put on a pale blue T-shirt with Old Navy printed on front. She carefully folded up her items and placed them back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She went over to the sink and wet down a towel to quickly wipe the white powder off her face before proceeding out the door to the cafeteria.
She chose a ham sandwich with lettuce on wheat bread with a carton of chocolate milk and an apple. It was a rather Neutral lunch, which she hoped would go well with her look. She sat down at a nearly-empty table and began eating, carefully watching the movements and habits of the different groups as well as their migration patterns and rate at which they ate. Imelda had decided that today would be a good day to just watch and observe what was going on in the school. Imelda continued to eat her lunch, mentally taking notes to record later.
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Purple Magic
"Nice to meet you," he said, smiling and shaking hands with Emily. She's not bad... He thought, Looks like she's not part of either of the nations, as well.
"You too," she replied.
Andy hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat, remembering why he was there, "So, John. I just thought I'd swing by to let you know I can't make my lesson Friday, so I was wondering if I could get another time this week."
"Sure." John said, "When can you come in?"
"Well, if it's not too much trouble," Andy glanced at Emily, "Mind if I join in now?" He glanced over Emily's shoulder at the music. Dream On...Ah, that's right. I remember that one. "Aerosmith, huh?"
He picked up the one remaining guitar in the room and sat down opposite them. The tabs seemed clear in his mind, if something interested him, he had an almost photographic memory. And music interested him a lot.
“So, can I join in?” He asked, knowing it was more or less up to Emily. John would be fine with it if she was.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
"Er.." Emily said blushing a bit as he sat next to her. "Of course"
Oh he's cute
"Okey, cool" John said smiling as he handed a few pieces of paper. holding tab's on them. Emily began toplay but stopped when Andy started, He was so good.
Every rose has it's thorn.. Just like every night has it's dawn.
I've matured a lot and I realised it was time to come back.. for good!
She walked into a room where she could hear Areosmith faintly. She could see a gril with long dark hair who was very pretty and the teacher John Page anlong with a guy who had a very wild head of hair. They were bent over their guitars and were playing the cords perfectly. She hadn't had any contact with another rocker for awhile and she elt out of her element. She knocked on the door and said "Hey, would you mind if I joined you? I have some free time right now." She put on her most charming smile, she could see that both of these guys hadn't taken a side, so she could be a threat to them. I hope they don't shun me. She really didn't like to be alone.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
"Will Zetra Spark please report to the maintenance office."The office secretary's voice boomed through the cafeteria from the loud speaker. Immediately all eyes turned to her and sounds of "ooooh" or "she's busted" rippled across the room. Not again.
She got up from her seat, her every move being watched, and she glanced at her tray. Not even touched....Zetra threw it on top of a color nation's tray the garbage was on the way other side of the cafeteria.
"Hey! Come back here.........You ugly goth, I'm talkin to you!"It was the color nation boy with her tray, who couldn't be more than a freshman. He obviously didn't know who he was talking to. The cafeteria was engulfed with silent whispers until it just remained quiet altogether when Zetra turned to the boy. Students watched in anticipation and the boy actually looked a bit regretful.
"You so don't want to-"
"Miss Spark! That will be quite enough. To the maintenance room,"When Zetra remained glaring at the boy Mrs Aberman shreaked,"NOW!" Everyone in the cafeteria jumped a little at the sudden outburst.
Zetra had no choice so she headed out of the room, pulling her black hoodie over her head. She could still hear Mrs. Aberman,"And as for you, young man, I want a five page essay on how to treat a lady!" He tried to toss the blame but the teacher would have none of it. Finally there was pure silence again until the chatter of excitement caught on again as if nothing had happened.
Now I have to unhack the school computers for a whole period....stupid maintenance room! The teachers there always called on her for help because she was the best techie in her year when it came to computers.
She continued down the empty halls not really caring about her destination........
If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life
Having learnt the song before today meant that he only had to glance at the music once or twice, mostly, his eyes stayed on his fingers. Teachers had told him before that it was foolish to learn this way, but his mind didn’t work in exactly the same way as other musicians’.
He heard Emily stop for a moment, and glanced at her, continuing to play a little as he smiled at her, “You know, it’s your lesson. You really should be playing.”
His smile diminished a little at the appearance of the Goth girl at the door. It wasn’t that he wanted to refuse her joining in; that would make him a hypocrite. But he didn’t like it when people – Goths or Colours – tried to bring music into politics.
He looked to Emily, “If it’s alright with you,” he said. Even if he didn’t like the war, he wasn’t just going to reject someone outright, as long as they left their nation out of their music.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
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