Study Break<<EPIC paperball fight>> [open]

[Alexandria Duvell]

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[atrb=background,http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m237/_Tsukiyo_/middlef3.png] The rapid tapping of a pencil on a table echoed through the empty library as Alex stared down at the complicated synthesis reaction her professor had challenged the class to solve. Anyone who could correctly illustrate the mechanism of the reaction by the next time the class met would be exempt from the final exam. Not a single student had been able to precisely show the mechanism since the organic chemistry professor first began to offer this chance on the first day of class every semester, starting four semesters ago. The reaction was one that the professor had developed himself as an undergrad, while he worked in a lab that synthesized new pharmaceuticals. Alex smirked as she recalled how pompously the instructor presented his challenge and the generous reward, boasting of how there had yet to be a student to demonstrate even a fraction of the ingenuity demanded to correctly answer the problem. Although the students had sufficient knowledge from their first semester of organic, they were told that it was their creativity and cunning that would serve them best. “But I would stake my name, all of my years of work, against your chances of successfully solving this.” His arrogant words echoed in her head once again as she angrily crumpled up the paper and tossed it onto the pile that was growing on the floor by her feet. I’m going to make him eat those words! For Alex, this was her shot at obtaining eternal glory… within her class that is. The healer ripped another sheet of paper out of her binder and hastily wrote down the net reaction from memory and once again tried to break down the steps, show the movements of all of the electrons, the transitions states, the intermediates. But every time she ended up with the same result, one that she knew was wrong. It’s too easy for this to be the answer… Maybe one of the intermediates is a complex? UGHHH!! She shouted in frustration as she threw down her pencil and balled up the sheet. Her chair screeched loudly as she pushed herself away from the desk. She had been at it for three hours now and needed a break to compose herself. She stood up and stretched before grabbing the bottle of water off the desk and taking a large gulp. Not a single soul had entered the library since she’d been there. But then again, most students usually spent the first day of the term reconnecting with friends, not drowning themselves in unnecessary work. She was glad no one was around to see her getting so angry over something that wasn’t even an actual assignment. Alex sighed as she settled back into the seat, not even bothering to scoot towards the table for round two, opting to stare blankly out the window instead. OOC: I was hoping that at some point in this thread, a paper ball fight would ensue (since Alex practically has an arsenal at her disposal) ;D Alex needs some fun~

[Shiloh Wright]

Even as he was steered down the hallways and simultaneously scolded by a new professor, Shiloh's smirk was prominently displayed on his face. He won the fight after all. A little punishment wasn't going to take away that undeserved pride. Ms. Ephen's tight squeeze on his arm was an attempt to remind him of her displeasure of that smirk, but it was futile. She was trying to do what so many others had failed to do in the past; put Shiloh in his place as a student, not the untouchable man he was playing himself to be. He wouldn't even have allowed her to drag him down here if it was not for her power; super strength. Leave it to the five foot tall professor to be given such a strong, physical ability. With a vice grip locked on his arm, Shiloh reluctantly let himself be marched to the library, which was about to turn into a makeshift detention room.

"Never in my life... you're behavior is absolutely... who does that!?" Shiloh snickered involuntarily as Ms. Ephen attempted to find the words to describe him. He was definitely a new feat for inexperienced teachers like Ms. Ephen, and he was enjoying every bit of her befuddlement. "Why I completely agree Ms. Ephen, totally unacceptable. I am the worst aren't I?" The sarcasm in his voice was impossible to miss, followed by an amused flicker that shone in his trademark eyes. "I'm sooo sorry for wasting your valuable time. In fact! You shouldn't even spare me another thought and I'll be right on my w-" Another tight squeeze on his arm shut him up, temporarily replacing his smirk with a grimace. It was only his pride that kept him from squirming in her grasp. Lady was strong as hell. Maybe she wasn't as inexperienced as he first thought.

The library doors swung open, threatening to break off with the brute force that was Ms. Ephen's. Once inside the previously quiet library, the stocky professor released Shiloh none too gently, only to grab him again by the back of his shirt and sit him down at one of the library tables. "You'll stay here until lunch is over, you hear?" Shiloh stared blankly back in response, still tempted to rub his arm back to life. At his quietness, the professor simply huffed in exasperation before storming over to the librarian and hissing out her requests for Shiloh's "detention." While the librarian was only partially listening to Ms. Ephen, the bright eyed boy busied himself with glancing over at the stressed out looking brunette. He continued to quietly stare until the professor ran out of the library, looking as flustered as ever.

Only seconds after Ms. Ephen left, Shiloh opened up his mouth to provide his own two cents on the whole scene; smirk still in place. "First day of the semester and already everyone is so uptight." Sitting at the next table over from her, Shiloh had a clear view of the girl's stack of papers and when his eyes zoomed in he could even read the scrawls of chemistry etched across the paper. He scoffed at the sight. "Honestly? Well, I should have figured for you to start working already, Alex." In the short amount of time he'd spent with Alex, usually when he was paired up with her on projects for class, he'd come accustomed to the overachieving nature of hers. However, he couldn't relate with it. "You need to relaaaax." As if to provide an example, Shiloh leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head.

[Alexandria Duvell]

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[atrb=background,http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m237/_Tsukiyo_/middlef3.png] At the sound of the library doors noisily crashing open, Alex snapped her head up, startled by the sudden disturbance. The healer couldn’t help but laugh when she finally realized what was happening. What on earth could he have done to piss her off on the first day of class? Now that she thought about it, Alex realized that the professor was one of the new faculty members that had come to Silas. Today would have been her first day teaching at Silas as well. She probably thinks we’re all a bunch of rambunctious heathens thanks to him. Alex stared at the student and professor, wondering how the woman managed to keep Shiloh so…cooperative. She’d seen the boy get hauled out of classes or being dragged to the Headmistress’s office on several occasions, but never had she seen him go quietly. As the frustrated professor forced Shiloh into a seat at the table next to hers, Alex feigned a sudden interest in her work again, not wanting to be caught while being nosy. After a few moments she could feel his gaze on her and she shifted in her seat, somewhat discomforted at the thought of his uncannily orange eyes bearing down on her. She’d been acquainted with the guy for some time now, mostly through class, but she had never really gotten used to his freakishly bright eyes. Alex had just begun to attempt to the problem again when she heard his comment. Without looking up from her paper she muttered, “First day of the semester and you’ve already managed to get yourself detention and make one of the new professors despise you.” She put finished writing out what was in her head before putting her pencil down. When he commented as to her excessively studious habits, Alex chuckled lightly. Just as well as Shiloh was notorious for his short fuse and rough relations with professors, the healer was known as the bookworm who took school far more seriously than need be. She rolled her eyes when he suggested that she ease up and stated, “We just got back from an unnecessarily long winter break, we’ve had plenty of time to relax, don’t you think?” Despite her own words, Alex couldn’t bring herself to lift her pencil again and opted to sit, just for a little longer.

[Shiloh Wright]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background: url( ); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] i'm unbelievable yeah, i'm undefeatable, blast it to the back row Alex's first comment immediately had him smiling, or smirking, most of his expressions were a mix between the two. “First day of the semester and you’ve already managed to get yourself detention and make one of the new professors despise you.” As if his ego wasn't big enough, her comment lifted it more. Shiloh's reputation was more like an accomplishment to him, and this semester was already starting off with a bang. It's a legacy. He had some records to break, as last semester was probably his most trouble making one yet. It felt like a game, and his impulsive little brain of his was saying he had to win. He scored a few points today with his little fiasco in the lunch room. A new kid tried to cut him in line and quickly learned just how much of a mistake that was. Shiloh may have even knocked a tooth out. First point to Shiloh. His grin flashed in unison with his eyes and he leaned more on his chair. Even in this so-called "detention" he looked about as content as if he was back in the dorm. Strangely, he'd look incredibly uncomfortable if he was in the library for any reason other than punishment. Not that he was dumb, or that he had an allergy to books, but studying was just not on his schedule for success. And yes, he considered sitting in detention a win. "I know right!?" The librarian was in the supply room, he could yell if he wanted to. "Brilliant start to the bloody semester." His English accent flowing through his words as usual. At least his accent was easy to understand at the moment. Whenever his temper rose, his accent would turn full blast and to the point where even his cousin had difficulty understanding a word he said, or screamed. Powerful eyes fixed on Alex's pencil as he listened to her talk. With a quick motion he lifted up from his seat, snatched up the utensil, and began drumming it on his own table. He was merely ensuring she didn't go back to working on whatever droll assignment she had. Annoying? Yes. Fun provoking? Yes also. Shiloh couldn't allow Alex to look bored to tears in a library while he was here on punishment and looking like his usual smirky self. Ms. Overachiever needs to have a little fun. His grinned widened at the thought. Shiloh knew someone else who needed to loosen up a touch; Maeve. His phone was out as soon as the thought reached his mind. The blue screen lit up his face, causing a strange glow around his eyes and teeth. The smirk and stare, his most prominent features. Shiloh's fingers flew around the keys, talking to Alex simultaneously. "Why should there be a designated time for a break? It's positively barmy. But don't you fret, we're going to have fun." He chuckled to himself and finished up his text message to Maeve. I'm in library. Don't get 2 happy, not studying. Let's just say it was an unexpected trip. Going 2 teach people like u w/ sticks up their arses how 2 have a little fun. Come 'ere. Naow. >D He chuckled again and clicked send before going back to drumming Alex's pencil on the desk. this post is tagged for Alex, Maeve, Ryder and it's a total of 550 words. my charrie is wearing this snazzy outfit. one last thing, Shiloh is such an impulsive pain in the ass.

[maeve]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background: url( ); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] goodbye apathy, so long fancy free, i don't wanna be you The start of every new semester always felt so wrong. There was something about restarting classes after a break that ruined the light manipulator’s mood – well, after a winter break of late nights and even later mornings, being forced to wake up early for classes was not exactly fun, actually, it wasn’t fun at all. Even for someone who took her education seriously, Maeve had quite some trouble to adjust to the first weeks of the semester. And today hadn’t been any exception, of course. You know how after you spend a lot of time going to bed late you can’t seem to sleep early when you try to? Well, that had been exactly what had happened to the female that night, and as a result, she had overslept in the morning. That wouldn’t have been too much of a problem, only her teacher was a stickler for punctuality, and after making an obnoxious joke about her being late (and looking like a zombie), he hadn’t allowed her to enter the class. Had she known this would have happened, the female wouldn’t even have left her bed. But on a happier note, she had some time to catch the breakfast she had previously missed, and thus Maeve had headed to the kitchen, hoping the cooks would let her make something for her breakfast. They didn’t allow her to cook, but gladly prepared her some food – honestly, the staff around Silas could be extremely nice sometimes. That was seriously the one of the best omelets she had ever had. And it had been precisely while she was enjoying her amazing meal that her phone had gone off, signaling someone had sent her a text. As she searched for the device on her bag, Maeve wondered who could be texting her at this hour. Most of the people she knew were probably having classes right now, so there wasn’t that big of a reason for anyone to text her, unless, of course, said someone was desperately bored. I'm in library. Don't get 2 happy, not studying. Let's just say it was an unexpected trip. Going 2 teach people like u w/ sticks up their arses how 2 have a little fun. Come 'ere. Naow. >D Shiloh. She must have figured that much already. The female let out a displeased grunt as she tossed the phone back into her bag and went back to her food. The annoying git had probably found someone else to annoy, or was thinking about pulling some sort of crazy stunt. Why he insisted on having her around though was a mystery for the female light manipulator. Still, Maeve figured she might go see what this ‘fun’ was all about. She doubted she would find it amusing, as she and Shiloh shared different notions about fun. Thanking the cooks for the meal, Maeve proceeded to make her way to the library. It took her a bit to locate Shiloh, but she finally found him, sitting next to a brunette she was certain she had seen before… what was her name? Alice? No, that wasn’t it… Al… Alex. Yes, she recalled people calling her Alex. The poor girl, she had to put up with Shiloh. Sighing she made her way towards the pair, and once she was close enough to the male, she proceeded to whack him upside the head before circling the table and sitting across from him. “First, you ignorant git, I do not have a bloody stick up my arse, and second, pick someone else to annoy in the morning.” this post is tagged for alex, shiloh, ryder and it's a total of 594 words. while on the library, my charrie is wearing this snazzy outfit. one last thing, eeeeh, not really sure about this one

[Roxanne Ryder]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

Libraries were one of the funniest places in the world. Ryder knew she was probably the only one who thought that, but it didn't stop her from dropping by and hanging out whenever she felt like being amused. Being a telepath wasn't always fun and it wasn't always easy, but it could definitely have it's entertaining moments. The mixture of random, bored, off the wall and ridiculous thoughts that bounced around peoples minds when they read was practically like subscribing to a comedy channel for Ryder. With a a vacant smile that she always seemed to have when she was listening into people's private thoughts, she leaned back in one of the chairs, ignoring the disapproving looks that she was receiving from the librarian. Teachers were bad enough, but librarians seemed to be ten times worse when it came to strictness. With great concentration, she cut their thoughts from her own, not wanting their boring lives to drag her down.

A kid over in the corner was leaning over his text book, visibly freaking out about his test, she could hear him yelling in his mind, frantically searching for the answer to some stupid assignment an impossible teacher had given him. She listened for a while, before quietly whispering the answer into his thoughts. His reaction was priceless, he jumped a foot in the air, looking around wildly. She dropped her eyes, not wanting to catch his attention. He hurried out of the library only a minute later, but Ryder noted with some satisfaction that he wrote down the answer she had given him.

Redirection her attention elsewhere, she spotted one of those quiet, shy types that always seemed to lurk in the corners, content to be wallflowers and watch the other people live their lives. Listening for a while, Ryder dismissed her as uninteresting. Just another person that was living vicariously through some trashy novel, and Ryder wasn't interested in hearing all the disgusting details. Turning her head she inspected the room again, catching bits and pieces of the thoughts that were pulled towards her by her power. Random moments of absurdity made her chuckle, shaking her head. Still, nothing left a lasting impression and nothing seemed as exciting as it usually did. She needed to find that perfect person, the one that never failed to entertain her for hours. There always seemed to be one, though it usually took some doing to find them.

This time it wasn't a thought that piqued her attention, but real words, spoken out loud for all to hear. Accompanied by some good natured abuse. Ryder couldn't help the grin that tugged at her lips. She tuned her power into the particular group of people, thoroughly amused by their vast differences. Ryder hadn't met any of them, but there was always a first time. Alex, the studious bookworm seemed at her wits end and needing a break desperately, the new arrival was ticked at the teenager show sat their with a smirk, and feeling sorry for Alex. While Shiloh, he was an interesting one. He wanted to have some fun and she liked the ideas that were slowly forming in his mind. There was no way she was just going to sit back for this one.

Standing up, she walked over to them and plopped down in one of the empty seats, offering them all a wide grin, not the least bit put off that they were all perfect strangers. This was how Ryder did things. She didn't let fear of rejection get in her way. "The word 'fun' never fails to catch my attention." It was offered in way of explanation, though it did very little. She leaned forward and looked at the work Alex was doing. "Now that my brain is sufficiently hurting from whatever it is you're trying to do there…" Her voice trailed off before she realized one small detail. "I suppose being polite is a social requirement, so… I'm Ryder." This was why she tended to rub people the wrong way, butting her way into other peoples get togethers and conversations. Ryder was just hoping they weren't the type of people that would fly off the handle at nothing. She was just here for some fun.

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

this post is for Alex, Shiloh, Maeve. it happens to be 708 words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by credit. the lyrics are from till i forget about you by big time rush. now all i have to say is Ryder being...Ryder.

[Alexandria Duvell]

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[atrb=background,http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m237/_Tsukiyo_/middlef3.png] Alex’s eyebrows furrowed slightly when the boy stole her pencil. She knew that it was intended so that her attention wouldn’t go back to her studious, but just what exactly was he up to? Sighing and leaning back further into her seat, Alex decided to go along with whatever he was trying to cook up. Alex couldn’t help but smile at his English accent and the unfamiliar words he used. “Barmy? I’m not sure I’ve heard that one before,” this time as she spoke, she tried to mimic his accent, but realized she failed miserably and didn’t sound anything akin to an English-woman. She eyed his phone curiously as he chuckled at whatever message he had just sent, but didn’t pry out of politeness. Instead she grabbed her own phone that rested on the table to check for any new messages. Frowning when she saw there was none, she quickly set it back on the table. She hardly ever got text messages and didn’t know why she even bothered to check. Alex then remembered that he said they were going to have “fun.” The healer wasn’t sure if she liked the sound of that, fun to Shiloh usually involved something that would wind up in disciplinary action against him. Alex had a perfectly clean slate and wasn’t about to let him dirty it. Just as she was about to ask what he had in mind, a pretty girl strolled into the library and towards her and Shiloh before nonchalantly whacking him in the head. Alex was so appalled that she had to struggle to keep herself from looking like a blubbering idiot. Who in their right mind would intentionally hit Shiloh Wright? Only someone with a death warrant. But after the English girl spoke, Alex realized that Shiloh probably deserved it and couldn’t help but smile a little. Alex had seen the girl before but for the life of her couldn’t remember her name. Just as she was about to introduce herself to Shiloh’s friend, or whatever she was to him, a second girl arrived and plopped down into a chair at the table. What had the healer done to suddenly warrant all of this company? Nothing, it was all Shiloh. Alex sighed in defeat, there was no way that she’d get her work done now, not here. She’d just have to spend another late night up trying to solve the question. After the girl with the luxurious curls introduced herself, Alex decided she’d go ahead and get her end of the introductions over with. “I’m Alex, nice to meet you guys,” she said as she smiled at Ryder and Shiloh’s friend. The healer wasn’t sure how she felt with this crowd; they certainly weren’t like the kind of people she usually surrounded herself with. But Alex hardly ever turned down an opportunity to make new friends.

[Shiloh Wright]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 400px; background: url( ); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] i'm unbelievable yeah, i'm undefeatable, blast it to the back row Shiloh smirked at her bad impression of an English accent. Of course, he didn't think he had an accent, as most people wouldn't. He was just in a vast pool of American accents, and though he truly hoped he didn't lose his own "accent," it was interesting to hear them try to replicate it at times. Some were successful. Many, like Alex, were just humorous. All the rest were offensive enough to deserve a knock in the jaw. Shiloh was more than happy to give that to them. "Barmy, bonkers, stark raving mad, take your pick." He made sure to lay on the accent heavily this time, just for the heck of doing so. While he exaggerated his own heritage for pure enjoyment, he continued to form more fun, yet slightly mischievous, ideas in his head. The smirk further increased in intensity, eyes lighting up with devious knowledge and possibilities. Even if he'd known his thoughts were being examined it was unlikely he'd cease, unless it was a teacher, but even then the chances were slim. He was too fond of said idea to let it drift away merely because a teacher had no respect for his privacy. He opened his twisted mouth to share such ideas, when his thoughts where scattered with a sharp smack to the head. The nineteen year old winced at the sudden pain blooming at the back of his head. It wasn't a light smack. Shiloh rumbled in his throat and turned to, though not so literally, bite the offender's head off when he recognized the voice. “First, you ignorant git, I do not have a bloody stick up my arse, and second, pick someone else to annoy in the morning.” He managed to regain his smirk, though it was not as lighthearted as before. "Not sure if I have the ability to agree with you Maevy, seeing as I may have just lost a couple brain cells from that hit." Shiloh settled back down in his chair, once again folding his arms behind his head. "And I must not have annoyed you enough, seeing as you're sitting." Though the teen didn't look too bothered by Maeve's slightly violent entrance, her simple smack had momentarily scattered his thoughts. If he couldn't remember his impulsive "plan" soon, there would be hell to pay. While puzzling over his thoughts, the whole table seemed to fill up. First Maeve and now this other brunette were making themselves comfortable, though Maeve still looked plenty peeved, much to Shiloh's amusement. He flipped through his text messages again. Surely he only sent one. Oh god he'd kill himself if he clicked send all on his phone. He had too many people plugged into his phone for that to end up well, especially since about half of those people may not be his friends considering how hot Shiloh's temper was. Friends were always shifting for Shiloh, and he was lucky enough to find a few to hold onto this year. His eyes flickered over Alex and Ryder. Perhaps these two would prove to be fun as well, or maybe he'd have to weed it out of them. "The word 'fun' never fails to catch my attention." Aha! So this new girl looked promising, for now anyway. She was on his good side at least, but first impressions were a dangerous time for those meeting Shiloh. One wrong move and you'd be put on his black list. Shiloh listened quietly, for once, to the rest of Ryder's introduction as well as to Alex's greeting. In the few sentences spoke by Ryder it was clear she was some sort of mind reader, quite literally too. When you're at Silas, if you call someone a mind reader you're not just assuming they're a good guesser. Seeing as how most of everyone in the group was acquainted, Shiloh figured he'd do his part. The teen nodded and grinned cheekily. "Shiloh." They needed no further knowledge on who he was, they'd find out soon enough. The group would get an ever better example of his personality in a second, seeing as his thoughts were slowly reorganizing themselves. His eyes drifted to the stack of papers shuffled about on Alex's desk. The paper... paper can make... hmm. His face broke into a grin. "Got it!" The librarian was tucked away in the backroom, and judging by the sounds of snoring picked up from the teen's sensitive ears, Shiloh could easily tell she wouldn't be back for a while. Perfect timing. Shiloh stood up from his seat and hurried over to Alex's table. He picked up what he was assuming was just scrap paper and started rolling them up. "Screw paper airplanes. We're going old style." The teen was being oh so vague in his plans, though maybe Ryder had an idea. "You! Girl... umm... Ryder! Fun kids against pricks, come on." He flashed a winning grin at her before looking back at the other two. Crumpled up paper in one hand he made his way over to another table, farther away but still within spitting distance. Or throwing distance. "I suggest you two start making your arsenal." He laid out the paper balls across the table with a rustling sound. Fingers absently tapped against the paper as he looked at the two girls. They'd have to get the idea soon, or else the onslaught would be their next hint. this post is tagged for Alex, Maeve, Ryder and it's a total of 901 words. my charrie is wearing this snazzy outfit. one last thing, let the fun begin!