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Post by RENE LEROY on Feb 14, 2014 22:36:50 GMT -6
the open blinds were always something of a priority for the king. wordlessly fumbling a little with the strings at one library window, rene paid little attention to the others in the study room. first things first? get rid of that natural light. the pr textbook - a brick in his over shoulder bag he'd left on the table a few moments before - could wait 'til later, as could the people behind him. once the blinds were shut, next priority should have been the lights. because innate, horrifying aversion to the sun be damned, rene was also hungover and that fluorescent lighting was doing nobody no favours anyway. so rene kept his sunglasses on indoors but shrugged off his suit jacket as he walked over to the pine desk in the centre of the room, one hand massaging his temple as the collar of the jacket hung off the finger of his other hand, “so–” rene could care less if he was interrupting something. he hadn't arrived late, that much the underachiever for take credit for, but he'd ignored the others present as soon as he entered. he'd initially reasoned, for the sake of his headache and the glare through the window, but he supposed he couldn't avoid them forever. “figured we should get going with something like introductions,” rene pulled a chair out by hooking his foot around one leg of it, leaning on the back with the hand will holding the scruff of the suit jacket. his movements were lethargic and neither did rene sound invested in what he said. he'd finally turned his attention to his brand new study group, though, assigned in a course he'd once been willing to apply for on the presumption it'd be easy. bad luck. dropping his jacket on the back and settling down in the chair he exhaled gratefully with the opportunity to sit, “if i even need to go introducing myself, that is.” pompous, but he made half an effort to be polite with his second request, “though, darlin's, is there a way to dim that light?” he didn't want give the bulb above him another glance, “a li'l bit, y'know? un petit peu.” a wholly unnecessary translation but it made rene grin. @ada, @phantom2, EURUS FEAR, @dee1, @kyle
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 3:52:10 GMT -6
it was paramount that gen had a good, strong cup of coffee with her. after all, she needed something to keep awake while she waited for the rest of her group to get there... she'd arrived an hour early that way she could chart when the other group members came. it was the easiest way to get a preliminary reading on how responsible these classmates of hers were going to be. not that she was particularly worried about most of them. opening the door to the empty study room, gen realized how dark and dusty it was. the blinds were all closed and none of the lights were on. after carefully choosing the seat that had its back to the wall and a good view of all the windows, she set her bulging bag on the ground and her thermos on the table. then she dashed around the room, quickly flipping on all the lights and raising the blinds. a great improvement to the gloom and doom before. how some people stand living in the dark escaped her. looking quite pleased with herself, gene took her place at the table. and waited. --- rene's reputation as a slacker preceded him. his arrival being on schedule was a pleasant surprise. though his undoing of all gen's work was not. not that he knew, but still. she had no intention of working in a god damn cave. who did he think he was completely ignoring her chipper hello as he sauntered about. not that she expected anything less of the peacocking, prima dona prick she'd read about. but she wasn't going to say anything until he sat down with the rest of him. so when he posed a question about the lighting, she didn't hesitate to snap at him. "we have better things to do with our time, old man, than helping you stay pasty." @ada, @phantom2, @dee1, @autobots. RENE LEROY |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 14:38:17 GMT -6
Evie was damn good at academics. Always had been, always will be. She was the girl that walked around with not only her book bag full, but also her arms bursting with text books, study guides, and then random "light reading" that she had checked out from the library.
Yeah, she was your regular Hermione Granger.
But then came along Hero PR 101. Another class to ace, thought Evie initially. Another A+ on her shimmering, glimmering, dazzling report card. Send that home to Alaska with a New York stamp on it and call life dandy. But oh, was she gravely wrong. Evie could read a book, recite it back to you, then write it backwards, but Hero PR 101... Hero PR 101 required getting in front of a class and getting all democratic. It made no sense! Who cared about something like that when mathematical equations were waiting with bated breath to get solved?
Evie was furious. Livid, even. She sat in the front row during the first class and has just been making her way slowly, row-by-row, to the back - a gradual effort to avoid being called on.
Public relations. How stupid, how useless.
That's what wound her up in the study group. No one forced her, the only knife to her neck was the desire to excel at everything she touched. She needed to turn her grade in that class to gold. The only thing that could give her that Midas touch was this here study group.
So she walked briskly into the library, carrying half her weight in books like always. Evie noticed another girl had already arrived - Genevieve, she believed the name to be.
Evie dropped her book bag on the ground and spilled her books out onto the table as she took a seat, an empty spot in between her and Gen.
"Hi," she said quietly, almost absently as she robotically organized her mess into a pile. Alphabetized, of course.
Just as she placed the last book exactly where it should be, Rene sauntered in, sporting sunglasses (indoors, really?). Evie looked up, a neutral expression on her face as she watched him close the blinds.
"Um," Evie hummed, suddenly on the edge of annoyance, "are you hungover?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 15:26:10 GMT -6
She was late. Late, late late late late late, the girl, not stopping her brisk walk across campus to the library looked at her cellphone, laaaate. She was clutching a pile of papers and books, a few of them were dangerously close to falling to the ground.
She was thankful the doors to the library were automatic.
Adalie was the last to flutter into the small study room, frizzy hair floating about from the frantic wind outside. The blue-haired girl, Evie, was just asking about being hungover?
Eyes wide, the girl flashed a slightly embarrassed grin and a simple, cheerful "hi" as she made her way to the closest seat, near Eurus, finally letting her mass of papers collapse in front of her. The from her dorm to the library had winded her, but she tried, vainly, not to let it show as she, in vain as well, gathered her loose papers together as noiselessly as she could.
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Post by EURUS FEAR on Feb 16, 2014 17:46:05 GMT -6
All the chairs at the table were taken.
Eurus shifted his weight from foot to foot as he rocked slightly in the doorway, wondering if he perhaps had the wrong room. He had been sure his study group for Hero PR 101 was going to use this room, and that he had the time right, but... there were too many people in here for this to be right. But he was sure this was the right place and time... unless...?
Hesitantly, he inched forwards towards the nearest seat and the person in it. "Excuse me," he mumbled. When there was no response, he repeated himself, louder this time. "Excuse me." The person continued to hunch over the table, presumably studying, but still did not respond. Which meant either Eurus was even more unobtrusive than usual or he was having a vision of people who had used the library in the past. How very useful.
He reached out, grabbing at the person, but his hand met no resistance, only air. That confirmed it, then. Eurus sank into the chair on top of the illusionary person, staring down at the table. He wondered which of the people around him were real and if they had heard him talking to himself as he removed his backpack and put it on the floor near his feet.
He looked up as the blinds closed and spotted Rene moving towards the table. As the older man sat and asked if they could dim the lights somehow, Eurus suggested meekly, "I can get the lights," though his voice faltered as one of the girls denied the man's request, and the other questioned his sobriety. He slowly sunk lower into his seat.
"Oh, hi, Ada," Eurus said, perking up when his adopted sibling entered the room. Good, at least now there was someone he knew in this group.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 18:18:05 GMT -6
Public relations. Dare I say it, with public being the operative word. This was something that young Devin Haywood had not quite become accustomed to. Well, that is to say at least not yet. And what's worse was that Hero PR 101 mainly involved himself having to be all political 'n shit for no real reason whatsoever. So why on this godforsaken Earth was he even in this class to begin with!? And why, oh why, did he even bother to sign up for this ridiculous 'study group'!? The reasoning for this was rather simple enough. Would you believe me if I told you that it was merely because he was basically forced into it? Maybe you would. You see, being a student working all on your own in an institute that was chocked full of aspiring 'heroes' could only get poor Devin so far in life, especially when you take into account that he wasn't always up to par in terms of familiarizing himself with other students.
So again, why was he doing this? Because whether he liked it or not, it was imperative that the scarfaced sophomore needed to pass this goddamn class if he ever envisioned himself advancing further in his studies (which he definitely should!) But of course, there was only so much that he could do on his own. With this in mind, Devin would do something he had imagined himself doing: going along with this whole ordeal. I mean, really, what's the worst that could possibly happen? Everyone in the group belligerently failing in the long run? Probably. But no, that sort of mentality was no good for any student's health - especially not for the health of this twenty-year-old Detroit native. If the boy wanted to advance and ultimately graduate, he had to do this. It was for his own good. He needed something, anything, to help him improve in this one subject. Maybe this ought to do the job.
Normally, academics were never truly an issue for the heterochromatic boy. In fact, the real problem for him at times was his ability (or lack thereof) to actively participate in class. Perhaps taking part in this little session could potentially enable him to better himself in that regard. Or at least, that is to say that's what he thought initially. In any case, it was time to take action! Slinging a messenger bag filled with textbooks and notes for years it seemed, Devin swiftly (and as quietly and discreetly as possibly could) made haste for the library. Oddly enough, the apparent gang was all here already. So much for getting himself into the mix. On the bright side, this wasn't the first instance in which he found himself being the last to arrive to an all-important gathering. And he couldn't help but feel more awkward about it. Every. Single. Time.
Seeing as how all the chairs were already occupied, Devin hesitantly turned to some other isolated individuals. "Pardon my intrusion, but might I use this empty seat?" The other students simply nodded, signaling their approval. "Much appreciated." And with that, Devin lugged the four-legged contraption over to the table where five other scholars had already gathered. "Hello there." he reluctantly presented himself, smiling sheepishly as he positioned himself at the table and , trying hard not to close any gaps between himself and the others. He couldn't help but notice that one of them was sporting sunglasses...indoors? Really? Even so, the boy wouldn't dare to question it. At least not right now.
@ada, EURUS FEAR, @dee1, @kyle, RENE LEROY
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Post by RENE LEROY on Feb 18, 2014 21:31:40 GMT -6
it wasn't the introduction he had asked for but rene was more than happy to forgive the kid if he was happy to turn down the lights. he shoot him a thankful look and a tip of the head. when he realised a little slowly that the glasses probably covered that, he grumbled, “thanks son.” even if his gracious nature was all too soon disrupted with a far less polite force. “darlin' is that how you talk to the other senior citizens you know?” he adjusting his frames a little lower to get a good look at her, rene gave the group member a once over. he couldn't remember her name in the slightest, “and you ain't even gonna introduce yourself like you should?” an exaggerated sigh followed. rene leaned forward, propping himself up by his elbow against the table with his chin resting on the palm of his hand, tittering a, “kids these days.” “cher,” he addressed the one that'd be benevolent enough to offer the lights. rene had already decided he could tolerate that one, “you said somethin' about gettin' those lights? if you wouldn't mind.” putting on a smile he twirled hair around his finger while keeping his eye trained on the other student, “they gotta have a… uh,” he wracked his brain for the word, “a dimmer. please tell me they got a dimmer.” only once that had been settled did rene feel it necessary to continue addressing the disrespect, “it's a li'l more than keeping my skin nice 'n' pasty. got something of a killer headache so i'd appreciate some discrepancy from you, darlin'.” a pause, “now you got a name i could use?” designated groups didn't come with matching pictures, “you don't strike me as the sort who goes for being called chère.” the direct question from another study group member got a surprised look. it seemed rene hadn't expected being called out on it so early or even at all. after a beat he repeated himself, “un petit peu, yeah.” and he eagerly continued on, “was celebrating an old anniversary last night. hope that ain't a deal breaker.” “not like we got too much going this week anyway,” getting to the crux of the reason they were seemed wise; rushing, maybe, but it'd make this quick and painless. rene didn't acknowledge the late comers and rene made a lazy grab for the strap of his bag he just sounded bored, “we got set something real simple looking for starters.” so much that once he pulled his bag over he didn't even bother getting out whatever was in there, frankly stating, “don't even see why the professor went and sorted these groups.” “but the whole “be each other's pr agent” thing? it'll be easy,” lifting his head off his palm he waved his now free hand, leaning back in his chair, “the first assignment-” he frowned when trying to remember it but rene was typically loose with the specifics “-'bout writing each others press releases?” “we can just do 'em for ourselves. hopefully y'all are better at writin' then introducin' yourselves,” rene sounded impressed at the lack of names and he took that time to finally acknowledge the later entrants, “or arriving on time.” @ada, @phantom2, EURUS FEAR, @dee1, @kyle
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Post by EURUS FEAR on Feb 26, 2014 8:48:14 GMT -6
Senior citizens? Eurus looked at the man curiously. It was no secret that the man was older than most students, but just how old was he? When the older student addressed him as he was considering this, Eurus stood up so quickly he nearly knocked his chair over. "Oh. Yeah, I'll get them," he muttered, shuffling over to the light switch, which, thankfully, did indeed have a dimmer. He turned the knob until the lights were sufficiently faint before returning to his seat.
As the older student spoke of their assignment, Eurus frowned. He was suggesting they write their own press releases, but that wasn't the way the assignment was supposed to go. "Shouldn't we... shouldn't we do the assignment like we're supposed to? You know, writing each other's, instead of our own," Eurus said, glancing nervously around the room at all the other students in the study group. He hoped at least one of them would agree with him.
"Besides, wouldn't we have to get to know each other a bit to write these? Which is probably part of the assignment..." He trailed off, then realized he hadn't even introduced himself yet. "Oh, my name's Eurus, by the way," he said, attempting to sound happier to be here than he really was, "nice to meet you guys..."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 22:42:57 GMT -6
Senior citizens? What? Who? Now what, pray tell, was the meaning behind that particular notion. Perhaps Devin may not ever know, but even so, the heterochromatic boy still found himself in quite a deep hole - that is to say, or so he had imagined. Seriously, the kid needed to make it a habit to get up out of his goddamn bed earlier, or set his alarms for an earlier time, or...something! Because all of a sudden he was already in hot water in the sense that this seemingly older male was surely disappointed in the boy's tardiness. The twenty-year-old couldn't help but cringe at the indirect shot taken by the man in regards to arriving on time. He knew it himself that he was the guilty party in that aspect. Can you really blame him though? Probably. Wait, no. The kid should really blame himself for that matter, as he often would. The same would hold true here, but how on this godforsaken Earth was he supposed to defend himself, especially at a place proven to be a prime source of knowledge? But alas, he did not know. Realizing he'd have to take it upon himself to right this wrong, somehow, Devin would make a mental note to himself not to try anything that could potentially dig a deeper emotional hole than what he had already fallen head-first into.
A look of discomfort overwhelmed the pale scarface as he cautiously examined his surroundings. Come to think of it, Devin had nearly forgotten exactly what it was that the students gathered here today - the task that was assigned to them that is. The boy could not recall what it was that they needed to do for the life of him. For crying out loud, what was it!? Wait a minute. A light bulb shined brightly above the snowy white dome of his. It was something about writing from the views of another person? That had to be it. Otherwise, this wouldn't really be for a public relations class now, would it? Besides, public relations usually involved gathering and sharing information with...well...the public! This whole 'public' ordeal was beginning to sink into the sophomore's feeble mind. And not in a good way, one might imagine. Why did he have to forced through any of this. Perhaps he would have been better off dropping this class and moving on with his life. However, if this kid truly wanted to make a name for himself, if he really aspires to make something out of nothing, and if he would come to realize that he could be a legitimate hero someday, then he knew it in his heart that he needed to go through with it all. There was no use in backing out now.
Acknowledging the words of the blond boy, Devin considered any possible outcomes. If the mission was to be carried out just as it was assigned to them, then none of the party members involved should have any issues, right? Right!? That's what he'd like to think. No way in hell that the sophomore would want to risk failing this assignment, much less the course in it's entirety for this shit not being done the way it was meant to be done. Nodding once, took a quiet yet heavy breath before finally allowing his voice, as etchy as it may sound, to be heard. "I...I'm afraid I have to agree with...err...Eurus, was it? After all, I don't think any of us knows much of anything about one another. I, for one, am very much interested in learning about my fellow scholars." That was partially a lie. Although he truly did aspire to learn about his fellow aspiring heroes, part of him wished he'd able to do so without coming into close contact with any of them. Raising a hand reluctantly in a form of greeting, he continued. "I am Devin Haywood. It's a real pleasure to be here." Or maybe not.
@ada, EURUS FEAR, @dee1, @kyle, RENE LEROY
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 14:47:21 GMT -6
So she wasn't the last one. Adalie turned around, smiling bright, and waved at the white haired boy as he walked into the room. The man was talking to the girl, Evie right?, who had called him hungover before addressing the group as a whole. Adalie failed in stifling giggle at his accent but looked down somewhat guiltily as he looked towards her and her tardiness.
Eurus spoke up next, Adalie smiled at him, proud. That was right, they were supposed to do each others, that was the point of the whole pr thing right? Can't hold your own press conference or something? The white haired boy that came in after her interrupted her thoughts, speaking quietly but politely. He reminded her of Eurus.
"Hi Devon, I'm Adalie!" she piped in after he had finished. "And this is Fred and Ramona" she pointed to the large plus-shaped contraption on her head.
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