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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 12:29 pm
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"Earn the right to be proud and confident." -John Wooden ♥
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Check in and then leave...huh? Normally back at his native state he just had to go to classroom, his name got called at and he either raised his hand or say present. Actually he normally never had a free period, if a teacher was absent he was replaced or all the student would take another class to get out of school earlier. All of this was new for him. This school was bigger, and way more complex. Back where he used to study didn't even had a locker system or in doors room where you share them with other students. Everything was so amusing to this latin boy, every time he saw something new his eyes would sparkle with curiosity.
In reality, no matter how curious and exiting this new school was for Sam, he was scared. Normally he always got picked on or at least slightly bullied thanks for his shy and silent ways around the school area. Though he had a feeling this time was going to be different, he might have people who speak to, or at least share time together. Chieko was slowly becoming one of this people. It was nice to have someone to warn you, to guide you and give you tips on what to do and what you shouldn't do. The red haired was slowly becoming his body guard, or at least an angel in Sam's eyes. Having this thought in mind Sam smiled once again sweetly before he stepped forward to Chieko and started to follow him in the library.
"What do...you mean by...eat that u-up?" He managed to ask once he steps had the same pace that the other male, now walking by his side. From a far there was the sign on top of two wide doors that said 'Library'.
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♥ For: Chieko Inoue ♥ Where: Hallways ♥ OCC: You can reply on the library now :33 ♥
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 12:20 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 6:33 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 7:56 am
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Sho ━━ Ito T H E xxxxA C T O R age ━━ Seventeen grade ━━ Junior personality ━━ Proud, easily lovable, loyal
Sho stops and bows formally, bending his body at a 90 degree angle. "Konnishiwa, Taka'shi-sensei. I was attracted to your sword and wondered if you could teach me." His voice sounded like it bordered between a boy's and a girl's, despite his age. It contains a quality that makes most people want to hear more, just enough to be called captivating, but not enough for it to be distracting.
He stays bowed for a moment before coming up to stand with perfect posture. "I am Sho Ito. I look forward to your guidance."he says. His eyes are no longer on the sword, but rather the man's face. He looks at Taka'shi with bright, eager eyes.
[ooc: @Griffin [IMPORTANT]- Adrien is currently at his house. Logan should be able to visit though; the office has a note on how to get to him anyways so yeah]
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 12:18 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 4:26 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 8:24 am
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Sho ━━ Ito T H E xxxxA C T O R age ━━ Seventeen grade ━━ Junior personality ━━ Proud, easily lovable, loyal
Sho smiles brightly when Taka'shi tells him he has a good eye- he would hug the man, but he was in the role of a perfect student right now. He bows again, a bit less formally than before, and heads to the dojo, following the instructions the man had given him. He begins to walk at a measured pace before turning the corner. When he turns the corner, his smile widens and he runs, jumps, and performs a back-flip in midair, landing solidly and laughing. He then runs the rest of the way to the dojo, excited by the prospect of learning how to use the sword.
[exit]
[ooc: erm... principal is in office...?]
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 9:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:00 pm
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Enthony Sinclaire wandered, not really caring where he was going. His nose was buried in a book on psychology and the human psyche. As he walked, his head tilted and his eyes narrowed. The teen stopped, eyes scanning the pages of the book quickly. And then he sighed and resumed walking, turning the page.
His face was blank, emotionless and his eyes showed no spark, no life. It wasn't that he wasn't there, he was very much alert and healthy. In fact, unless someone talked to him, it would be impossible to pinpoint exactly what was wrong at all. However, anyone walking behind him as he bent over his book would see a large, ugly scar running from the base of his skull down to mid-neck. He kept walking until something stopped him. That something was a warm body.
In his efforts to read the book more carefully, he had failed to pay attention to where he was going and ended up colliding with another student. "Oh," He said, voice almost monotone. "I didn't mean to walk into you." Enthony showed no hint of actually apologizing. "However, I do believe you are at fault too. Clearly, being the distracted one, I had much less time to react than you, who could have stepped out of the way sooner."
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:14 pm
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