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Open High School Blues

((My question again, can our characters use moves? And Mr Devinchi for Art made me laugh. =D))
Dragon glanced at her schedule, and blinked.
"Okay, PE?" She said out loud, and walked down the halls. Dragon came to the gym, and smiled slightly at a girl who looked part Umbreon.
 
Dawn took a deep breath, hurrying to her first class. This day... this day would be chaotic. She just knew it.

First was Japanese...

Then she realized she forgot to study.

Dang it! She stopped in her tracks. It can't be helped...

Shrugging, Dawn continued to class.
 
Frederick walked briskly through the halls, towards the Japanese room.

I haven't learned much, just words... but this class will help.

He encountered a female Swellow morph who seemed to be heading in the same direction as him, but he ignored it. The Pidgeot morph continued down the hall.
 
((Can I just point out that if the Spanish teacher gets called 'Senorita', the French teacher should be called 'Monsieur'))
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((YOU KNOW WHAT I forgot about that. *hasn't taken French since grade 8* I'll fix it.

and yes. Moves. and the rest of you should be in the assembly hall right now, fyi.))

Ingrid spotted Diego a little off, and eyed him carefully. He was interesting. He was massively tall, and fairly good looking, although most of the student body seemed to be scared to death of him. Well, whatever. She wasn’t scared at all.

She turned her gaze onto the stage, smiling as she watched the principal try to restore a modicum of order. He wasn’t doing a very good job, however. He was new.

“SHUT UP!” He finally barked, before clearing his throat abruptly.

“Thank you. Now then, we will just have a bit of a introduction of new teachers, and then let you all get to your classes, alright?”
 
((All right then disregard my last post.))

Dawn sat in the assembly hall, listening carefully. An introduction to the new teachers, huh... She kept her eyes fixed on the principal after he yelled, not wanting to anger him again, even further. No, she would just act as if nothing had happened. Yeah, that was it, but she would still listen.
 
(Okay.)

Frederick looked down and fiddled with his primaries a bit. The assembly would start soon, but until then was a long, boring delay.

What a drag.

Oh, well. You had to wait for everything, right?
 
((Wow, two references in one post...))

Dawn continued to gaze up at the principal, sitting on her shins. She preferred to sit like a real Swellow would, with its legs tucked under it. Slightly, she shifted her arm-wings, using her primaries as fingers to hold herself up for a moment as she moved to a more comfortable position. Now she was cross-legged; however, her bird talons were visible. She didn't really care, but she preferred to look normal whenever she could.

The short-haired girl could see another bird nearby. He was a Pidgeot-morph, with about the same arm-wings as Dawn. She blinked, then turned her attention back to the one standing at the front.
 
Dragon tested the ground briefly with her claws, leaving a slight mark. She looked away quickly, and glanced at the other students. One of the hybrids close to her was a Swellow morph, and she smiled at her slightly.
 
Diego eyes the new Principal, sizing him up silently as he straightens in his chair.

Well well well...scaring him into submittion might be a challenge...but he'll learn how things work here

He chuckles under his breath and starts to scan the room for all the new students. They had to be taught how this work in this school.

Carne fresca.

He then feels a pair of eyes staring at him. He glances over his shoulder and spots Ingrid. He flashes his fanged grin, pushing his dark glasses back up his muzzle.

So she -is- still in school here...well, that's good. More fun for me
 
((:D))

As Frederick relaxed, he shifted his position a bit to make himself more comfortable. Like Dawn, he sat like a normal bird; after all, it was rather awkward sitting normally with wings for arms. If he was a complete Pidgeot, he would be preening his feathers right now, but he wasn't so he ignored it. He felt like stretching his wings a bit, but there wasn't nearly enough space in here. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a female morphed with an azure bird. I'll investigate later, he thought, and returned to sitting with his eyes attentioned to nowhere.
 
Dawn only barely noticed the girl smiling at her. She nodded in acknowledgement, then turned her attention to the front. She would rather fly at the moment, but for now, she didn't want to cause a ruckus, so she patiently sat, but shifted slightly.
 
The spoons were twisted into various loops, now, and had began to glow an odd violet colour, but when the principal shouted Mayeius lost all concentration and they clattered to the ground.

As he bent over to pick then up, he already felt harsh stares on his back, and knew the laughter was coming.
 
Rue wanted to yell something rude back at the principal, as was her usual instinct when a teacher or the like was yelling. Sitting on her feet, the Espeon played mindlessly with one of her shoelaces. Nothing was really happening, but everyone looked pretty bored. Apparently, the most interesting (or at least the least boring) was that the person in front of her appeared to be psychically bending spoons. Shrugging, she pulled a plastic spoon from her purse, silently promising herself that she would stop putting weird things in it. She imitated him, bending the plastic utensil into a spiral. Pulling a sharpie out of the purse, she drew a strange-looking happy face on it and moved it, until it was levitating next to his face. Putting away the marker, she chuckled softly at herself.
Wow, I have no life, bothering random people. Hmm.. wonder if any teachers would notice me playing my DS.
 
Mysti's sight settled on an Espeon morph. She hopped seats((or if we are on the floor, scooted over))She passed her a note saying "What are your classes? Mine are PE, Computer Programming, Religion, and Photography."
 
...But nobody laughed at him.

He breathed a sigh of relief and straightened back up, beginning to bend his spoons again, just as he noticed a plastic one with a face scrawled onto it hover past his head. He snatched it out of the air and carefully examined it, trying to sense the aura that was emanating from it. It had definitely came from a Psychic morph, that was for sure, but who

Mayeius turned around and saw a girl with large, catlike ears, a red gem on her forehead and a forked tail. An Espeon morph.

He pushed his glasses up his nose and turned back to the front, making the plastic spoon levitate back to its owner.
 
Rue gave him a thumbs-up and pocketed the spoon. A piece of paper fell into her lap. A note? She unfolded and read it, then scribbled on the back of it,
I have band, drama, religion, and photography. Hey, looks like we'll have the last two classes together. I'm Rue, by the way.
She neatly folded the note and tossed it back.
 
Moonlight found an empty spot on the paper, wrote "See you in Religion, then we can get more aquainted", circled it, then tossed it back.
 
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