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| Marian Frae | Jan 21 2009, 11:21 PM Post #1 |
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Setting: By the year 2093, great strides have been made in cooperation and peace- the entire education system of the world is united. There are still separate countries and governments but there exist only 5 schools[Lower(4 years), Middle(3 years), High(5 years), Trade(up to 10 years), and Elevated] throughout Earth and homeschooling is forbidden by threat of dire punishment. During High, students are separated into one of the different paths- Trade and Elevated. They have no choice and can be moved from High to Elevated or Trade at any time after their 3rd year in High. The few chosen to move on to Elevated are rarely, if ever, seen again in person. Their works are known and revered but their families receive only an allowance in return for their child. The majority of those who move into Trade are laborers, technicians, engineers, or politicians; however, some become artisans or doctors. All doctors know both human and animal anatomies due to need. Writers have become a dying breed and Fictions are highly coveted commodities. Surprisingly, no questions or objections have been publicly raised as to where the children have gone or what happened to the multitude of doctors and writers in the world. Characters: Alden- Roland- Willow- Players: MarianFrae- Alden SilverMourn- Roland Oracle- Willow Raine- ? Still accepting player. Apply in the War Room reference thread. Original Intros: The technically practical, marginally functional dorm room gleamed in the light of day. This was one of the lucky ones- to have a real window to the outdoors. Sure, all of them had a window on the right side- one and a half feet in both dimensions- but most were holo-enhanced. The sun that shone and the birds that flew were just reflections. Recordings of something past. Not in this room, though. That bird really was feeding her chicks. Those leaves truly were fluttering in the wind. And the sun that shone and reflected off of the blueish gray stainless walls was real too. The real sun gave a certain beauty to the furniture that the reflections could not. The walls glowed like home should; the desk's corners seemed softer somehow; even the bed and its covered were made somehow more warm and homely by those gentle rays. The sun was especially extravagant as it illuminated the odd lump in the bed. Only the slightest bit of hair peeping out at the top showed it to be a human and not some snuck in dog. Slowly, the lump unfurled and arms poked into the day from under the marbled black blankets. As the occupant stretched, he opened his eyes and looked around, Ah... the start of a wonderful new day. The birds are happy. The wind is light. The sun is- "Oh crap! I'm late! I'm late, I'm late... Mercer is going to KILL me!" Leaping out of bed, Alden completed his usual routine of spinning into a shirt and pants, not caring to see whether they matched- which they rarely did- grabbing the papers strewn messily across his desk, and barely remembering his pack before hopping on his skateboard and launching himself out the door, into a hallway of responsible people. One teacher he passed put an arm out and almost sent him sprawling, "Late again, Alden?" "No, sir... just enjoying the wind in my hair." "Very well... but you had better be awake in my class today. just an observation to take note of- you might enjoy the wind more if you actually ran a comb through it every now and then." Alden chuckled, "Sure thing, sir. I'll think about it," and continued his wheeled rush to the top floor of High. Why does school have to start so early in the morning? ***** That day Roland had decided he would actually attend his first classes, and as such had risen much later than usual. Normally he had to rise early enough to be out and moving before the wardens as he thought of them could force him to attend school. They still made the effort even though they rarely found him near his room at this late time of morning. It seemed that the computerized window had decided it was morning, and a it depicted faint sun light and bird song to awaken him to a bright day. Unamused by such tactics Roland promptly reprogrammed it from his hand held computer. Suddenly a storm was assaulting some unknown ocean or sea, and the great mountain of stone rising from it. For some reason the image amused him, if for no other reason than it hadn't been that way to begin with. His morning routine consisted of the basic cleanliness, and the ridiculously careful attention he paid to the spiking of his hair. He liked it that way for some reason, it wasn't normal to say the least, but it wasn't quite long enough, or stupid enough to give him the punk look. To him it just looked mildly eccentric just the way he was. From that point he simply tossed his crisp clothes onto his frame and then tossed a heavy leather jacket over the rest of it. The boots on his feet were well maintained and mildly redneck, ostrich leather or some such thing. Why he insisted on reviving dead customs he wasn't sure, but that didn't stop him from doing it. Grabbing the tiny computer he always carried with him he slipped it into the inside pocket of his jacket and stepped outside. The jacket itself always had a pen in it somewhere if he needed it, and school books weren't important, he wasn't even sure he had any. Stepping out into the hallway he headed for the first of his classes, but was stopped quickly by the first warden he passed. " Do you need me to escort you to your classes today Mister Tometer? It seems you have missed some of them in the past." His voice was mildly humorous when he replied. " I'm going to class don't you worry. Ask yourself this. If I was planning to skip school today would you have seen me walking around the building?" Without waiting for the man to reply he continued to walk. For some reason this school year seemed mildly more important than the last few. Before long he would be going to the Elevated schools system and it seemed better to bring a slightly better record when he went. He should have been in the third year a long time ago, the problem was he had skipped so many days he hadn't made it before his 15th birthday. Stupidity, but well it was probably his own stupidity that had caused it. Walking along with little cares he didn't hurry, he simply flowed from one step to another. His classes wouldn't miss him for the first few minutes. He was going to a class they should be happy that he even bothered with that much. He rarely had the patience to stay silent for an entire reprimand. ****** Willow's hand stretched to the clock, gently shutting it off. It was the same way every morning. She awoke five minutes before it was set to go off. She lay still for a moment sensing the new day, as she let her thought review what she needed to do, but her dream was still a vivid memory and she wanted to jot it down before it slipped away. Pulling the computer pad from under her pillow she began recording before her eyes were even fully awake. Fifteen minutes later wiping the sleep from them, she crossed he small cubicle to the recessed closet. Staring at her clothes while slipping off her pj's, This is definitely a green day. She smiled while easing the emerald dress over her head, it's soft gossamer fabric swirling around her knees. It's gentle grace was a stark contrast to her gangly form, but she loved it anyway. Something about her could be graceful, even if it was just a covering. She took her time to bush out her thick waist long hair. With each stroke her orange strands crackled with static, and flew wildly out of control, like some raging fire. Desperately trying to bring the unruly mass under control, her thoughts flew to that boy. If Alden called her carrot one more time...her peridot eyes turned an icy green as she envisioned her history book whacking the back of his tousled head. Why did he always have to tease her? Her fingers nimbly weaved her locks into a braid, but no sooner was she finished, than stray wisps began to curl gently around her freckled face. Finally ready to leave, Willow grabbed her small pile of books, and an apple from her small refrigerator and headed for class. She was almost to the last step when Alden rushed past her in the stairwell, sending her books flying and nearly toppling her to the bottom of the flight. "ALDEN, Ohhhh!" Edited by Marian Frae, Jan 23 2009, 02:45 AM.
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| Marian Frae | Jan 21 2009, 11:28 PM Post #2 |
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Alden skidded to a stop as he heard the familiar voice. Looking back, he saw the girl with the flaming red hair and preying mantis body he'd upheaved. As he turned back to fully assess the damage, he yelled, "Aw, man... sorry, carrot. Didn't mean to do that. Here, lemme help you." Jumping onto the stair railings, he slid down to the bottom again and proceeded to pick up her books, absentmindedly rolling one leg back and forth with the skate board. "Ya really gotta work on your balance, though, ya know?" Edited by Marian Frae, Jan 22 2009, 05:31 AM.
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| Silvermourn | Jan 22 2009, 01:42 PM Post #3 |
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Heading for the upper levels of the school Roland round a corner and came to the stairs leading up. His view of the stairs was blocked suddenly by a strange pair. A young man and a young girl, the girl somehow had found herself on the floor. The boy was picking up her books as he rolled around on a skateboard. With his luck the rather strange looking pair would be his classmates, they looked about the right age for the 3rd year. It probably would have been better for him if he had gotten just a little bit more ahead, but it seemed he would be forced to interact with these people. What could it hurt to try and make a few friends early on. Stepping up to them he attempted to put on a smile, he succeeded to his surprise, but he wouldn't let them see him surprised so early on. They were older than him obviously but he didn't care, it wouldn't hurt them to speak to a younger student. " Hello, looks like you're day is starting out well." He smiled as he said it to show that he was only joking. " Do you all need some help getting your things together?" He offered his own expertise at lifting to help them. But by the time he had arrived there was really very little left to do, and he found himself holding one of her books and feeling rather foolish. They obviously didn't need his help, but it was the best opportunity to make friends he could think of. People always did say that friends were important, having spent most of his days running around he hadn't had an opportunity to make any in the past. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Oracle | Jan 22 2009, 07:03 PM Post #4 |
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"Aw, man... sorry, carrot. Didn't mean to do that. Here, lemme help you." He was such a show off. What was he thinking jumping on the rails like that? If he got caught he'd be sanding banisters for a month. Though why should it bother her what he did? He was always on the outer edge, daring everything. Then there was Willow, never stepping out of line. Sometimes she wished she could be more carefree, but reason and common sense always took over. Let him get the broken bones and demerit slips. "Ya really gotta work on your balance, though, ya know?" Her cheeks flushed as she huffed and grabbed her books from him. Couldn't he just once call her Willow? Or even, hey you. "Just...get out of here Alden, before I clobber you." She scrunched her face at him, and punched his arm. Willow was beginning to think Alden did stuff just to see her get riled up. Maybe if she ignored him better he would stop. She shook her head slightly at the thought. No, it was just too hard to keep her temper in check around him. " Hello, looks like you're day is starting out well." He smiled as he said it to show that he was only joking. " Do you all need some help getting your things together?" She was interrupted with another of her books being handed to her. She almost just snatched it away, but looked up to see a well dressed young man. His hair was oddly spiked but at least his clothes matched, and his smile was sincere. She responded in kind, extending her hand, "Thank you. We haven't met, I'm 'Willow'." She shot one final glare at Alden. Edited by Oracle, Jan 22 2009, 07:14 PM.
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| Marian Frae | Jan 22 2009, 08:17 PM Post #5 |
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Blinking quickly, Alden frowned at her, Clobber me? and opened his mouth to protest, but another kid came up to them. Carrot said something about him being new and Alden gave him a second-over. Noticing his much softer features, Alden stuck out a hand, "I'm Alden. 3rd year. Jokester Extraordinaire. And this is..." he glanced at Carrot with a quite unsure expression before turning back to the spiky haired soft-featured kid in front of him, "Well, who are you?" Not what he'd been going to say... but he couldn't introduce her as Carrot. Her real name wasn't Carrot after all. That'd be ridiculous. |
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| Oracle | Jan 22 2009, 09:13 PM Post #6 |
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She could not believe her ears. He actually didn't know her name? Part of her wanted to turn an stomp away, but that would be rude to the new kid. He seemed nice, and not many people approached her. She had to concede she was a bit edgy, curse of the Irish hair and all that. So if someone wanted to be nice she wasn't about to spoil the opportunity. "Thanks a lot Alden. We started in the same kindergarten class, and you still don't know my name? I'm Willow...W.I.L.L.O.W." She spelled it out slowly so maybe it would sink into his dense brain matter. Hopefully it wouldn't rattle around and fall out the other side. "Come on, or we'll be late for Arts Appreciation."
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| Silvermourn | Jan 22 2009, 10:08 PM Post #7 |
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Roland shook his head as they spoke and ran his hand across the rough spikes on his head. These two apparently had relationship issues of some short. Looking between them he smiled, hoping that perhaps he could back out of the mildly awkward social situation he was now in. When they both extended their hands to him he felt obliged to reply though. He looked between them and then promptly crossed his arms and shook both their hands. He almost laughed then, just because he was smart and younger than them didn't mean he was socially disturbed, but he was acting the part very well. " Well Willow, and Alden, I'm Roland, also third year, and honestly I haven't been to school much so I don't have a clue who anyone is. Would you mind terribly much if I tagged along behind you for a short while?" Grinning at them he released their hands and put his own in the pockets of his jacket. As the girl scolded the boy, Alden was his name, and spoke of the upcoming class Roland couldn't resist the urge to sigh. " Arts Appreciation? Great let's learn about dead artists and force ourselves to be like them. An art class for people who can't practice art." He smiled at them again, sometimes people who enjoyed such things took his comments too seriously. It was best to make it clear that he was simply joking. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Marian Frae | Jan 22 2009, 10:12 PM Post #8 |
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Alden flushed furiously. Am I really that transparent? "Sorry, Car- Willow. I just don't really pay attention..." it then dawned on him, he was proving himself correct, "can't practice art? I can practice art... AA's just a requirement. I suppose it's one of those things to see who's E or T. I really don't care... wait- was that sarcasm? Damn. That was sarcasm. I need to pay attention. I should. Don't want to but..." he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Did you say Third Year? You look like First." |
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| Silvermourn | Jan 22 2009, 10:45 PM Post #9 |
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Standing around for a minute Roland simply stared as the other boy continued to ramble, seemingly to himself. He hadn't found it necessary until the comment about his appearance in relation to his grade. Which indirectly was a comment on his age in relation to his grade. It was a sore topic for him that he was only considered a third year, he was firm in his belief that if he had shown up for school he would have been considered a fifth year at least two years ago. Looking the other boy in the eyes he smiled a rather disturbing smile. " I should probably be in relation to age only a first year. However if I'd come to school more than five times last year I might be just a little bit higher up. If I'd gone to school before that who could know where I'd be?" The topic made him a little unhappy, it wasn't that he disliked being a third year. What truly bothered him was that he had to attend school to make himself looking better. It should go without saying that his brains and scope of knowledge should be enough. Yet he was still forced to worry by the current ridiculous system. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Marian Frae | Jan 22 2009, 11:44 PM Post #10 |
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Alden flipped his skateboard, "Still not sure how I'm here yet... as I said. I don't pay attention. So, young Third year who's destined for E, where you headed? Mercer the Evil?" Alden headed back up the stairs and motioned for the other two to follow as he continued, "And exactly how did you skip classes? I tried a few times... ended up in Solitary for weeks each time. Lemme tell you- even Mercer is better than those tapes. But I suppose you probably know that." |
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