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Post by SAKURAKO AYA TAKAHASHI on Oct 3, 2009 10:31:03 GMT -5
Class had finally ended - with the exaggeration of finally, considering how slowly the clock hands had been moving, enough to make Saki wonder whether they were actually just moving forwards and then back so that no progress was ever made at all - and she hung back slightly, waiting for the crush to dissipate before she'd leave her chair and head for the door. She couldn't ever stand the rush to the exit and it wasn't as if she had much to look forward to next - gym class was on the agenda. As much as she needed fresh air after the mind-numbing lecture, running around outside under the supervision of a prison-guard style teacher wasn't what she had in mind - ideally there would be a lot less running involved, and a lot more lazy sunbathing drinking diet coke. Eventually the crowd around the exit thinned, with only a few people still making their way to whatever class they had next obviously as eager to get to it as she was.
Saki stood up and swung her bag onto her shoulder, wincing slightly at the weight of it - textbooks and heavy dictionaries probably made up the dreams of chiropractors, she thought - making her way out into the hallway unscathed, though the crowd was still thick, even though the bell had rung at least five minutes before. Really, school was the same the world over, whatever you called it, and this was one of the things Saki definitely wouldn't miss about high school. Students loitered by their lockers - kissing, pulling out piles of books and staring at them helplessly when they couldn't find the piece of homework for the next class - or seemed to just stop in the middle of the corridor unnecessarily, making it even harder for her to get around when already her height and relative newness didn't help her.
She frowned, trying to see through the crowd for a clear path towards the exit to the outdoors. She caught sight of a familiar face, one she'd just been sitting near to in class. Hayden, one of the few friends she had here. Well, almost-friend, considering that they hadn't hung out a lot outside of class. It would be nice to change that, and in this sea of strangers, a familiar face was definitely something that she needed. Saki pushed past a couple of startled freshmen girls, muttering an apology, catching up to the guy and tapping him on the shoulder, smiling as she started to walk beside him. "Hey, Hayden. I didn't think that class was ever going to end! Where are you off to next?"
status: finished!
tag: Hayden
word count: 444
notes: Bleh, bad starting muse! >.<
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Post by HAYDEN JAMES THOMPSON on Oct 3, 2009 23:04:21 GMT -5
Hayden was utterly stunned. The ongoing class had finally ended as the bell went off. At first the boy just sat there for a second before he realized that that was in fact the actual school bell and not just his mind messing with him. He looked around to see the kids quickly making their way out the door, itching to get to their next class. Hayden gathered up his books, still slightly stunned. He couldn't even remember the teacher's long, unending lecture ending, and come to think of it, it probably didn't get the chance to end. Poor lecture... not really, he rethought, smiling happily to himself as he slid out of his chair, books in hand and walked toward the entrance.
After he finally made his way out the doorway, shoving his way through the massive, thick crowd of people still filing out of the classroom, he had to wait to get to his locker because there was a couple kissing in front of it. Ugh. He rolled his eyes in disgust because really, it was very annoying because it happened a lot. And it wasn't the same couple, it was a different one every time! That's what he didn't understand. He cleared his throat loudly, but the pair took no notice. So he sighed, seeing that he had to take action. “Pardon me, but could you continue you're love-fest elsewhere? That's kinda my locker you two are making out on,” he said, pointing to his locker that the guy was pressed up against. It made Hayden wanna whip out the Febreeze. They glared at him and stalked off, arms wrapped around each other.
He started doing his combination and heard his name being called from down the hall a little ways. He glance up after pulling his locker open toward a group of freshmen girls as Saki pushed her way through them. He smiled at her as she made her way over to him. “Hey, yeah I know! I could barely believe it when it actually did.” He shoved his books in his locker. He had to stop and think for a moment. “Hmm... actually, I'm not quite sure, really,” he said. Where was he off to next? That was a very good question. Why couldn't he remember it? He knew his schedule backwards and forwards. Left and right, like the back of his hand, he could repeat it perfectly ten times in a row with his eyes closed. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, trying to remember. “Gosh, that stupid lecture must've totally drained every thought that really mattered to me. I should have never started listening to it,” he said shaking his head, reading the spines of his books, seeing if maybe one of the titles would pop out at him and jog his memory. “Uh-ooh, a math class... no history, I think...” he thought about it for a short second, then nodded. “Yeah. What about you?” he asked her, turning to her as he grabbed his history books from his locker and pushed the door shut, hearing a quiet 'click.' Maybe he'd walk her to class.
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Post by SAKURAKO AYA TAKAHASHI on Oct 18, 2009 11:05:21 GMT -5
She couldn't help but grin at the glare the over-amorous couple gave Hayden, as if that was their last chance ever to make out and he had just robbed them of it. As if - Saki knew for sure that all they'd do was move five yards down the hall before the strange magnetic connection between their lips pulled them together again. In reflection, it was surprising that so many of the couples managed to pry themselves apart long enough to actually make it to class, though even then they weren't parted, finding it far too difficult to sit in seats more than a step apart from each other. Maybe - and it was a very, very loose maybe - she'd see things differently if it was her in a relationship, but she doubted it, neither being one for overtly public displays of affection or melodrama.
Hayden was nice, the perfect candidate for a friend, seeing as he didn't seem to mind at all at being interrupted by her, instead seeming glad to see her outside of the mind numbing lecture they'd been in. She laughed as his eyes skimmed the titles of the neatly stacked books - a lot neater than hers were, no matter how hard she tried to keep her locker in order - her voice mildly teasing, though in a friendly and light-hearted way. "That lecture must have dragged on so long that you developed senile dementia or something! Starting to listen to it was where you went wrong Hayden, I never even got that far, so I managed to avoid the mind destroying-ness of it."
She pulled a face as he finally settled on history, mildly jealous of what she'd consider his good luck, even though she was finding it a little hard to catch up with everything she didn't know about American history. Anything was better than the prospect of gym, and she held her gym bag up with her nose scrunched and her grip loose, as if it was something contaminated and undesireable. "Gym, unluckily. I don't suppose you'd like to trade? We could get you a wig and I'll lend you my heels - I'm pretty sure no-one would ever know! She laughed and dropped her arm to her side again, noticing that the crush of people was starting to wane as the short break between classes ended and everyone scuttled into their different rooms. The changing rooms were on the way to the block of history classrooms, so hopefully they could walk together. "Honestly, the only good thing about it is being outside. I'm so unco-ordinated when it comes to ball games, a labelled health hazard. Still...I guess we'd better get going. Can't put it off forever, unfortunately. How's the rest of your day Hayden? Any horrific classes for you?"
status: finished!
tag: Hayden
word count: 469
notes: Sorry for the wait, uni's taking up all of my time >.<
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Post by HAYDEN JAMES THOMPSON on Oct 18, 2009 22:00:25 GMT -5
He smiled lightly as she teased him about listening to the lecture. “Ha, you're probably right. I should've just not listened at all,” Hayden replied, looking at her as he finally decided that he had history next and grabbed his books. History was definitely not his favorite class. He thought it was boring and uninteresting, although, he currently liked it better than last hour and the mind-flushing, thought-destroying lecture that went on forever on, well, he still really wasn't sure what. There were some things that Hayden just didn't quite understand, and classes like that - and history - were on that list.
After closing his locker and leaning back on it, she responded, holding up her gym bag. She didn't look to happy, and from her response, she didn't sound too excited either. There were only a few things he liked about gym, and one of them was running. For some reason, he liked to run, maybe because he's good at it. And he wasn't terrible at gym activities so it was an easy pass for him. “Ooh, very tempting. But, I'm gonna have to pass. What, don't like gym? Or just not good at it?” he said with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest as best he could without dropping his books. He knew how she felt since he didn't like the classes that he wasn't very good at, or thought was boring and just didn't care for.
“That's a plus, being outside, getting some fresh air. And so what you're saying is, you're pretty much a ball magnet?” he asked her, raising his a brow. “Yeah, I suppose we should start heading to class. I'll walk with you since they changing rooms are on the way to history,” he offered, agreeing with her. He glanced around noticing that everyone was shuffling into the classrooms, sliding into the desks before the bell rang.
He thought about her questions, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to think. He sighed and looked over at her before saying, “Yeah, next hour. Let's just say, not much of a history fan... Anyways, the rest of my day, I dunno. Man, I make myself sound like a boring guy who doesn't have a life, huh?” he smiled, chuckling a little. He nudged her softly in the arm with his elbow after that. “What about you Saki? Got any awesome plans or anything more exciting happening than me? Not that that can be too hard at the moment,” he asked her as the two made their way down the hall.
(ooc: sorry, kinda crappy D  |
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