English 102

[Keeland Mackay]

6:30 A.M.......

The sound of the alarm going off brought him about out of a sound, albeit short lived sleep. One eye cracking open as he sluggishly swatted at the annoying sound, yet to have focused his eyes upon the actual alarm itself.

*Thud*

*Crack*

*THUD*

The sound of his hand slamming against the nightstand beside the bed echoing off the still somewhat vacant walls of his new bachelor pad. Beside him a little groan drew his attention, head shifting in the pillow to look to his right, spotting the curled up, petite form of a woman wrapped within the black sheets of his bed.

What the hell had he done last night? He remembered going out to dinner with a few friends he knew in the area, remembered drinking, and then somebody had the bright idea to hit up one of the local nightclubs, despite the fact that they all had work in the morning.

That was where things began to get a bit fuzzy for him. Though judging by the shape outlined in the sheets next to him, he had a good time. A sort of half assed grin forming on his lips as he rolled onto his back and raised his arms over his head, hands gripping the headboard to allow for maximum stretching.

Every muscle in his well shaped body flexed as he lifted his bare ass off the bed, another much louder, satisfied groan escaping as he felt his joint pop. Yet all the stretching in the world would not be rid of this headache he had going on upstairs, nor the tired, hungover feeling that was slowly creeping up on him.

Closing his eyes he debated on just a few more minutes sleep. A light chuckle escaping as he thought back to his childhood and begging his mother for 5 more minutes. However, his sleep would have to wait, for just then the delicate touch of a female hand slid across his well defined abs, slowly inching its way........

"Hey now. None of that lovey. I have a job to do."

His thick Scottish accent rolling forth as he reached down and gripped her lightly about the wrist, tossing her hand off of him and then giving her a light nudge with his elbow.

"Go on. Get dressed and find your way to the door there. I have things to do."

Ass? Perhaps. But he really didnt care.

"You sure you dont want to have some more fun handsome? I have time."

"Yes, yes I am sure you have plenty of time. But I on the other hand do not, so as the American's put it...Get to steppin'"

A light huff of air graced the flesh of his shoulder as she threw herself out of bed, purposely making as much noise as she could in her conquest to get dressed. From what little he saw, she was leaving with out panties, heh....What a devil he was.....Then as she grabbed up her heels, storming toward the door, he once more closed his eyes, hearing some random comment come from her direction and simply offering up a little wave in response. The door slam that followed making it obvious she was not too please.

Rolling over he reset his alarm. Just another hour. That was all he needed.......

8:15 A.M....

So he had taken a little longer nap this morning than originally planned, and as it stood he had to hurry to get dressed and make it to the school before his first class started. So it was no wonder that his attire was not the most appropriate in the world for first day of teaching English. Nor was his hair which he had used the magic of finger combing to get under control.

Flicking out his cigarette as he stepped up to the campus, he would eye the place with mild interest. Oh yeah this was gonna be fun.

Shaking his head he entered, dragging a piece of paper out of his pocket which held all the information for his first day. Didn't he feel like quite the student? Heh. Well if he had been here earlier he could have mingled with other staff, but that was beside the point.

It took him about 15 minutes to find his class, thankfully nobody had showed up. Giving him ample time to plop into his chair behind his desk, kick his feet up, lean back and catch a quick nap.

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1. Kazuya Hikari
2. Mischa Badoer
3. Kevala Katashi
4. Jayr Byrne
5. Jack O'Connor
6. Phoenix
7. Dylan
8. Astrid
9. Guy
10.

( OOC: Two slots still open. PM me if you wish to join. )

[Kazuya Hikari]

Alex walked down the hallway, holding his book bag over his right shoulder, his other hand in the pocket of his loose track pants. Once he reached the classroom, he walked in, as he saw he was the first student to arrive before his gaze settled on the teacher, who had kicked his legs up on the desk and was blissfully snoozing away. "..." Casually shrugging his shoulders and taking it in stride, he abruptly turned and headed down the first row of desk/seat combination located next to the door, and threw himself into the chair of the desk located in the very back corner of the room. Alex had always been a bit of a lone wolf, even before he first entered high school. That, and there was no one else here yet besides the teacher.

He pulled out his binder and pencil bag and placed them on top of the desk, and placed his book bag down on the ground before slouching slightly in his chair as he folded his arms across his chest, his hawk eyes peering around from behind his black hair, making him look unhappy, when he wasn't... YET. Not that he really cared if she was in this class, if she was, she was, what the hell would he do about it anyways? No point in getting frustrated over something he couldn't control anyways. Rolling his shoulders, his legs were stretched out underneath the desk in front of his, already he was starting to get bored, and class hadn't even begun yet.

[Mischa Badoer]

So Mischa rolled out of bed this morning and didn't brush her hair.... she even went to bed the night prior without having her hair dry... WHAT EVS! She made her way to the closet after tripping over pizza boxes and the likes. She picked out a pair of jean cut of short shorts and layered tank tops for the day. Merrr... she was only going to this class today

AND.THAT.WAS.IT.

Now once she was done with the bathroom and doing her makeup and stuff...she stared blankly into the mirror. Now didn't she look like a cutsie little mess?

Mischa skipped down stairs to her pizzeria and found the kitchen. She grabbed a juice box...and a nice hot slice of pizza that was on the counter.

"HEY THAT IS FOR THE CUSTOMERS!"

With an innocent smile she grabbed her bags blowing her old Italian Chef a kiss. Then she pranced out the front door with the girliest giggle. They couldn't fire her. She owned the place >:3

Now inside her car.... she blared some music and sang along as loudly and as out of tune as she could get! Yeah...she would also do a fist pump the whole time she drove to the school.. man... She would so admit to being a Guido if she were a guy.....but lucky her she was born a chick and was just a loser >:3

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FINALLY in class...

She would sing her Italian songs under her breath 'cause they were stuck in her head.... but at least it was more quietly...and she wasn't trying to sound off tune..so she wasn't half bad.

Now she sat herself in the middle of the class. Why? 'Cause the front was stupid and so was the back. She didn't say anything to the teacher or the other kid in the class 'cause....why would she??? That and the teacher was having nappsies >:3

[Jayr Byrne]

Rise and Shine

Rising being the more definite of her worries as Jayr sprung from the bed in a lethargic tizzy. She'd overslept a few minutes past her regular routine meaning she'd have to cut down something in her planned schedule and to a degree being OCD that really upset her. Huffing and puffing as she brushed her hair to get rid of the atrocious bed head she aimed to pick up speed just enough not to pull any out couldn't go looking old now could she? No. So the shower went at double time, make-up being brief and I'll spare the finer details that entailed such an eventful morning.

But by early dawn she was out the door back on a fixed schedule. Phew, that would've ruined her entire day being late to her first English class of the year. What really intrigued her though were the other classes she was interested in taking. Pretty smart classes compared to her old school which left her poorly labeled and suggested she'd dumb it down which really put her off school more than it helped.

Anyways arriving at school she felt very low key in her suited attire paying just enough attention to herself to be attractive but not enough to call herself a slut. That was above all things the girl's least favorite insult. Bitter times in her youth as she pressed forward now to a new day. Feet crossing the boundary lines and into class. The light difference made her squint to reacquaint herself with what it looked like under such grounds and found herself looking at Alex again. Guuuh.

A dirty scowl before she rushed up to the front row with an increased beat not to be mistaken as running or jogging just a fast walk to the front row. By no way would she be caught near him not unless he was on the receiving end of yet another ball shot.

[Dylan Cross]

(OOC: had permission to join)

Dylan walked down the halls.... not sure if people were looking at her outfit...or if she just wasn't sure if she was used to the fact she was well known due to being one of the cheer leaders. Well... she was hoping it was the cheer leading thing 'cause she really didn't see what was wrong with her outfit... who doesn't like Led Zeppelin?

She walked with her torn to shit back back slung around her shoulder as she entered the room. Some guy she didn't know.... some girl with messy hair(like she should judge) she didn't know...a hot teacher she had yet to meet...and Jayr.

Jayr didn't look too happy about something, sooo maybe she was in a bad mood? Dylan approached her and would drop her bag on the floor near her desk and slink down in the seat next to Jayr.

"What side of the bed did you sleep on?" she said with a smile..joking obviously...hoping she won't get her head bit off.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala had woken up this morning with a pounding headache, the third night in a row. She felt as though she had not slept very well at all, yet she did not remember waking up any time during the night. That alone very odd for her. It was starting to worry her, the pattern all too familiar to her, and something she had hoped was over. Though as she searched her mind, she found nothing, not even a hint of what had gone on. She knew that they were back, yet the silence was what scared her. Never did Sasha and Katie pass up the chance to offer up their opinion on a situation. Now suddenly they were mutes. Ghosts in her mind that refused to let her know what they wanted.

The stress, and tired look in her pale blue eyes was masked by the sunglasses she wore and the right application of make-up. Her attire seemingly a bit.....different than she usually wore. Her entire appearance a bit more feminine and proper.

No, it was not a side effect of the voices, or lack there of, it was just her wishing to change something in her fucking life. Even if it was how she looked for one day.

Shrugging her bag onto her shoulder, she pulled open the door to the school and stepped inside, removing her shades and tucking them back into the side pocket of her bag. It was not a too terribly long trip to the English Hall, which made her a bit at ease. At least she would not have to walk too far.

Though nothing really prepared her for what she found as she walked into class. First, hawwwwwt teacher napping at his desk, then Jayr......some girl she had yet to meet....Alex ( you could cut the tension between those two with a knife geeze) .....annnnd Mischa?

She felt her breath catch in her throat...What the hell? She had not seen Mischa in school in.....forever.....FUCK!! She was happy to see her, but Kev knew who else was scheduled for this class....

Can anyone say awkward?

Yeaaaaahhhh...Biting her lip nervously she would offer up a little wave to the girl, not sure if she should sit beside her or not...But then she didn't want to be rude....and they were friends now....Right?

She finally decided to take up the seat in front of Mischa....yes, that was the best spot....Her bag slipping forth and landing on the floor at her feet.

"Hey..."

Turning her head back to offer up a sweet, somewhat affectionate smile.

[Jack]

Jack walked down the hallway, it had been the first day this week that he had attended school. His laptop bag slung over his right shoulder resting behind his but, bouncing as he took each step getting more and more on his nerves. His leather jacket was being carried over his bag, held securely through a strap on his bag. He was in no way shape or form in a good mood. He face was bloodied and bruised, his eyes blood shot from his hang over, the alcohol and pain killers did very little to relieve the pain he felt. He had taken one hell of a beating, the work that Carso had been getting him to do was beginning to build up.

His left arm was in a sling, his usually well pressed shirt was a messy, clean yet messy, he wore no tie today, three buttons on his shirt undone instead of the usual two. Even so early in the morning students were messing about, coated his right fist, having to have dealt with a few troublemakers. He had made a name for himself, he had been quite kind when dealing with students. Being strict only to those who did not obey his requests. Always offering adequate compromises for fights and even letting them continue if he saw them as being fair. He understood that a school like #774 still needed to have some brawl.

He slid the door open with his right hand, taking no notice of anyone he would find a desk toward the back dropping his crap he sat down. Only then did he take notice of a few select individuals. Of Kevala looked his way he’d give her a small nod and a weak smile. In his state it was all he could manage to give. He pulled free a book marked English along with his laptop and pens tin.

Once he had gotten comfortable he would remove his flimsy sling, finding it too annoying and restricting. He would move his shoulder around massaging any soft tender points. He was lucky that he was in such a physical healthy state. His arm otherwise would have been snapped in two.

OOC: Rushed I know sorry have to go xD

[Guy Nottingham]

Well early morning Guy fit to hurry through the day, the morning spent once again in the computer lab this time with his buddy Al, a computer hacker, the boy was half his size and had an obsession with computers. So Guy not being the best computer technician he asked if Al could hack the system to optimize his schedule and find the best way to miss as much class without letting his other pillars find out and give him his healthy beating that seemed almost a regular basis.

"Shoot, Sorry Guy she's in your English class this morning looks like you're out of luck."

"Oh poo...."

Soon enough Guy was tromping through the halls kicking his boots at the floor impatiently with his hands jostled in his pockets before he found his way into the room looking around. So all the pillars thus far were here, darn maybe Al wasn't being daring enough if Guy ditched there'd be no one out to catch him. A wry look on his face as he considered bolting out the door. Though by now they'd already seen him, he hesitated too long.

Looking about the room he was meshed between who he wanted to sit by, he really didn't have too many friends beyond Kevala and Astrid. Regardless he stepped forward choosing to sit by Dylan, she was nice enough of a person and it looked like Kevala didn't want trouble from him. Darn.

"Hiya!" A wide grin as he positioned himself close enough to not be perverse.

[Astrid Sudeki]

Astrid had been up pretty much all night, as usual, and the thought of suffering through another class today was enough to make her stomach turn. However she had to. There was no getting out of this one, seeing as how she was right down the hall from it already. The energy needed to haul ass out of the school more than her tired body wished to exert.

So, dressed in her usual jeans with a white short sleeved hoodie on, she would push through the students to make her way into the class room, eyes falling upon 1....2....3.......4...of the pillars. Oh look, the gang was all here.

A little glare cast to Kevala before she turned and smiled toward Guy, still not to sure about Dylan though........Either way, she would find a seat near the two, if for no other reason than she knew them. Her bag hitting the floor with a little thump as she finally looked toward the teacher.............Whoooo was sleeping....Oh that was just great!

Rub it in fucker.......

Rolling her eyes before she would start tapping her fingers against her desk.

[Keeland Mackay]

Keeland thought he heard a few voices, but honestly he was sound a sleep in his comfy position, those feet propped up on the desk as he let his head fall back and laced his fingers together over his stomach.

In fact it was not until the bell rang and he jerked away, the chair tipping over backward and spilling him onto the floor that he realized the class was full and he was the one holding up the show.

Oh well, guess he had just sufficed in making a lasting impression on the students here.

A deep laugh escaped him as he hopped back to his feet, straightening up the chair and then pulling his shirt down so that it looked somewhat decent. Those eyes of his ready to take in the faces of his students. Needless to say it was a very pleasant surprise to see that he had a healthy dose of females in the class. Good, he would have hated to have to deal with the testosterone driven males of this school without some sexy eye candy to look over.

Moving to shut the door to the room, he would then move to hop up onto his desk and take a seat, his hands firmly planted upon the edge and his handsome grin tugging at his lips.

"Hello class. Nice to see we have such lovely.......

I mean bright eye'd students attending today."

He then cleared his throat and cast a couple of the girls on the front row that devilish grin. Would he touch them ever? Not if his life depended on it. But he could flirt. The country had yet to pass a law on that one.

Grinning a bit more he would then turn full attention back to the class.

"My name is Mr. Mackay though I would much rather you call me Keeland. Seeing as how I am not some old wrinkly excuse for an English teacher just yet. Today we will be covering the novel The Scarlet Letter.

Can anyone tell me who it was that wrote this novel?"

He would then fall silent, letting his eyes roam carelessly over the other female students he had yet to observe and take in just how yummy they all looked. He was such a bad man, and wouldn't you know he liked it that way.

[Kazuya Hikari]

The sound of footsteps made Kazuya look out from the corner of his eye, as he saw a girl walk in and sit in the middle of the class, then Ms. Sunshine herself, Jayr, as Kazuya let out a low "tch" as he saw her briskly walk to the front row, he didn't care that she didn't want to be caught near him, he wouldn't sit near her even if he was paid to. Another girl came in and sat down next to Jayr, and then the School Captain herself walked in, taking a seat next to the girl that had arrived after Kazuya, and then Jack came in, looking like hell, literally, as he sat next to Kevala, then Guy came trudging in, looking like he didn't even want to be in the class, taking a seat next to the girl sitting with Jayr, and then a girl with dark hair came in, shooting Kevala a glare before sitting near Guy. "..." Groupies much? Not that Kazuya really cared, he was a lone wolf regardless. The bell then rang, as Kazuya saw the teacher jerk awake and topple backwards, chair and all. "..." This was turning into a great class already.

The teacher then laughed deeply as he hopped onto his feet, placing the chair back up and fixing his shirt, already making a great first impression with his greeting. He was the complete opposite of Mr. Seran, the first English teacher... maybe? Kazuya honestly didn't know... or cared. Continuing to stay slightly slouched in his seat, Kazuya heard him clear his throat before throwing a devilish grin at some of the girls in the front row, though Kazuya was more interested in his fingernails than keeping track of how many times the teacher was subtly flirting with the female students. He then introduced himself and told them what they would be covering, as Kazuya glanced at Mr. Mackay from the top of his peripheral vision and raised his arm rather lazily, only about halfway up. "... Nathaniel Hawthorne." Kazuya answered bluntly, though his answer would probably go unacknowledged, seeing as Mr. Mackay was preoccupied with, ahem, more important matters, as Kazuya folded his arms across his chest once more and returned back to minding his own business and keeping to himself.

[Mischa Badoer]

(OOC: I have major Mischa muse right now LOL sorry got carried away)

Mischa scratched at her head full of thick hair...making the mess all the more messy. She was jotting down some words....then sentences...then it turned into a cheesy poem about Kevala. The night spent over kept playing over and over in her head and she really couldn't get over it.

Her emotions crumbled between trembling hands
as she held tight to her sanity.

The writing was messy and unorganized... but that's usually what you get...

For so long she hadn't seen the sun;
the once so bright star
is nothing but a dark memory that only her past can recognize.
I watched as their questions were asked through silent lips,
How she was left behind
And lost in spelling the answer.
I want to be the one who spills the Nightmares
Praying that I can fill her dreams with meaning
My eyes are for her
But no one can see
Why it’s my kiss that will still her very breath
I need to be the given answer
That will show her the light

Mischa then started scribbling some doodles of super heroes or unicorns.... Then... Kev came in. She looked very different... the way she carried herself... it was just how dressed. Then she greeted Mischa.......then sat in front of her.

Kev may not want to sit by her... Still doesn't mean Mischa didn't want to... so with a dorky smile she would pick her shit up and slump herself beside her as a few guys came in and gave Kev's presence recognition... she was a popular girl.

"You look pretty today...." not that she wasn't always pretty... Kev could have smudged makeup and still look better than Mischa at her best. Then some beat up kid entered... but was ignored by Mischa as she continued on to doodling on that same page... 'cept it wasn't a super hero it was Kev's face...nothing detailed... but it was enough to show who she was drawing...Mischa would guide Kev's face to face hers and she would lift the pencil up and bite her tongue...making it apparent she was studying her face to draw.

"...Can anyone tell me who it was that wrote this novel?"

"... Nathaniel Hawthorne..." Mischa would mutter as her eyes were glued to the page... she didn't say it loud enough for anyone to hear except maybe the people sitting by her. Mischa didn't like to call out answers 'cause..well she thought it was lame... but when she did know the answer she would usually say it to herself just to be proud.

"... Nathaniel Hawthorne."

Mischa would hand the paper of the drawing of Kev and the other random doodles and poems over to Kev... She wasn't trying to woo her or anything... she was just being her quirky self and making fun of her own lameness.

[Jayr Byrne]

First Class

Jayr sat pensively managing to covertly hide her slight disappointment in having to deal with yet another class like this, though this time around there was at the very least Kevala here dividing the two no doubt going to be the one to interfere should they be group together again. Then again Jayr could always guilt trip the boy to finish her project yet again. Getting A's without the work was always good despite the dirty feeling of cheating one had to harbor around.

Oh well.... Tilting her head to the side Jayr would watch as Dylan walked by taking up the seat next to her which was warmly appreciated as Jayr flashed a smile only to here the next few words and replace that smile once more with the far more prevalent frown.

"What side of the bed did you sleep on?"

"Unfortunately the side of the bed that has a gawking rapist ending up in the same class again." Jayr would make a covert nudge of her head directing her attention towards the back of the room quietly.

Inevitably however she'd put the smile back on and giggle lightly as she'd nudge Dylan not to take too long of a glance before Guy showed up; Jayr flashing the boy a cautious look until Astrid joined them, her caution set aside and she gave them each a friendly smile. "g'morning."

She'd turn attention forward once more hearing the thud of the sleeping teacher contact the floor. To which of course she would giggle lightly at. It was always fun to see their teachers mess up and make fools of themselves unknowingly and that simply meant this class would be easy enough to get by.

"Hello class. Nice to see we have such lovely.......

I mean bright eye'd students attending today."

She recognized the stare and flirtatious mannerisms to which Jayr simply ignored giving the Teacher an unconcerned side of her face. He was indeed hot however he reminded her too much of Alexi.

"My name is Mr. Mackay though I would much rather you call me Keeland. Seeing as how I am not some old wrinkly excuse for an English teacher just yet. Today we will be covering the novel The Scarlet Letter.

Can anyone tell me who it was that wrote this novel?"

Another short giggle as the man figured himself for the player sort, surely this guy was the type to get into trouble for all these misdemeanors however she'd heard worse of the other teachers however you had to see it too believe it so otherwise she'd keep her voice down. A timid glance about the room. She'd read alot of course but she was very unfamiliar with this book then again wasn't that what class was for, for students to learn.

[Dylan Cross]

She got a smile from the girl only to have it turn into an upside down one...

"Unfortunately the side of the bed that has a gawking rapist ending up in the same class again."

Dylan's eyebrow perked in confusing as to what Jayr had implied until she saw the nudge of her head. Dylan glanced to the back of the room to see one guy sitting by himself. And just like any two girls whispering about someone in class...she reacted as such. She would give him the stink eye and the shit eating grin. "Gross" she would say in a snide tone as she would flip her hair when her head turned to the front of the class; only to notice Guy sitting beside her. Jayr greeted him and Dylan rested her chin in the palm of her hand as both her brows perked as if giving him the "why are you sitting here?" look.

Astrid then came in and once she was near Dylan would put a smile on her face. "Hey Guy..." she would look over at Astrid who was now sitting by Guy. "Hey Astrid!" Before anymore conversing could be passed around... the teacher plummeted to the floor and Dylan covered her mouth with the tip of her fingers making a rather girlish giggle.

Then class started which made her slink in her seat. She watched as he admired the women in the class which made her smile... He was a good looking guy... now she was gonna be that girl with the silly crush on the teacher. Dylan would rest her chin on the balls of her palms as her finger tips curled up and rested against her chin as she had a smile on her face...admiring the sexy teacher. She heard his question, but didn't know the answer, because she simply just didn't read. So instead... she just stared googly eyed up at him.

[Jack]

"Hello class. Nice to see we have such lovely.......

I mean bright eye'd students attending today."

Fucking pervert

Jack would stay silent as the teacher continued with his introduction. Pretending to be one of those students who while they cared just weren't confident in their skills thus stayed quiet or did their own thing.

"My name is Mr. Mackay though I would much rather you call me Keeland. Seeing as how I am not some old wrinkly excuse for an English teacher just yet. Today we will be covering the novel The Scarlet Letter.

Can anyone tell me who it was that wrote this novel?"


You're worse, you're Scottish

"... Nathaniel Hawthorne."

FAG!!!!!!!!!!!

Jack pulled out a blank piece of paper, clicking a pen he wrote in giant lettering FAG across the paper. Scrunching it up he tossed it at Kazuya's head, a sly grin printed across his features. If Kazuya chose to ignore the piece of paper he would begin the assault of paper balls.