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Post by jasper on Aug 5, 2011 19:36:45 GMT -5
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jasper grigorisit down, shut up, and hang on for the ride Keys jangled as Professor Grigori unlocked his classroom. Switching on the lights illuminated rows of desks, filing cabinets, stacks of books, and windows framed by paint that was a horrid shade of green. A single eyebrow arched in mild distaste at the sight before his ice blue eyes traveled to his desk. Files and folders decorated the top over his calender, but it was pretty sparse otherwise. He wasn't a person who liked to display personal things, no matter how trivial. Jasper stepped into the room and immediately dropped his shoulder bag to the floor behind his desk before rubbing his shoulder. His scars didn't really hurt, but it was rather irritating to carry around a heavy bag and have it rub against his skin. The discomfort would pass in a few moments, he knew, but that didn't stop him from getting pissed about it all over again.
Ignoring the rest of the room, he picked up a dry-erase marker and wrote on the board. "Enter the Matrix." It was a lame joke, but he couldn't help it and it might just be enough to get his students to remember what a mathematical matrix was. Below that, he wrote out the most basic matrix he could think of, using four numbers in a bracket (one in each corner) before adding it to a near identical matrix. Just beyond, his rather erratic-looking handwriting placed two empty brackets where the answers would go. Setting the marker down, he nearly dusted his hands off on his jeans before he realized that there was nothing to dust off. The blackboard had been a real chalk-using blackboard up until last year when they'd gotten the new dry-erase boards in. It still threw him off sometimes. He would miss running his fingernails across it when the random student dozed off.
Thoroughly displeased by the idea, Jasper flopped down in his chair, his booted feet automatically coming up to rest on his desk. One of the files slid off of its stack slightly and threatened to fall, but it didn't, so he ignored it. Impatiently, he glanced at the clock. Five minutes to countdown. He dug his iPOD out of his bag and put his ear-buds in, turning Shinedown up nearly as far as it would go before leaning back once more and steepling his fingers in front of him to wait. Hopefully he wouldn't get a batch of idiots like he'd gotten last semester. Three songs later, Jasper got irritated and checked his schedule with a grimace. Ten thirty. Ten thirty. He could have slept for another half hour. It was sad when he couldn't even summon a proper sense of righteous injustice. Shrugging, he stood up to stretch his legs, dancing along with the music slightly in his boredom.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 5, 2011 22:00:39 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: Shiloh has a fading bruise on his
left cheek bone, in case anyone needs to know [/div] Shiloh idly moved around in his dorm room. While others were rushing to class he was merely making sure everything was in place. He pushed his brown hair back with his hand and flicked a piece of lint off of his shoulder. He normally took his time before showing up for class as it gave him a little bit longer to consider not even going. Shiloh had his fair share of ditching and had also had his fair share of detentions, but he didn't mind. He was about living in the moment, and as long as that moment was fun it was all worth it.
He picked up his backpack, sighing as he did so. It seemed like whenever he picked up the backpack there was no turning back, it was like choosing which road to go on in a split second. The nineteen year old really hoped that the teacher was a fun one, or that he would have someone to talk to in the class. Perhaps Maeve would be there, giving him a chance to bug her. He smiled at the thought of one of his favorite hobbies.
With another sigh the orange eyed boy made his way out the door and down the hallway. He stopped to chat with a few people, trying to postpone the time he got to the classroom as much as he possibly could. But much to his dislike when he actually opened up the door to the classroom it turned out that he was the first student to show up.
Shiloh groaned inwardly and looked around, the classroom was a typical one; various filing cabinets, a white board, the neat desks all lined up in the usual rows, and of course the teacher's desk. Minus five points for originality. He expected the teacher to be sitting at the desk, like most did on the first day. But instead the professor was standing, ear-buds in, dancing with small movements to the music. Shiloh grinned, "Nice dance moves sir." Even though the professor was barely moving, Shiloh couldn't miss his chance. The nineteen year old was definitely one to let you know his personality within the first ten minutes of talking to him.
The teen found himself a desk at the second row, dearly hoping that someone would bother to sit near him. He was quite fun when it came to sitting in class, maybe not fun for teachers but surely fun for the students. Shiloh sat down at his desk, leaning back in his chair before folding his arms behind his head as he waited for the rest of his classmates to arrive.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 6, 2011 0:57:11 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian stood on the lawn outside the dorms, letting the wind brush past him. It had been a while since he'd moved - he wasn't sure exactly how long, the wind kept no time - and he was beginning to wonder if he was going to be late for class. That wouldn't do, he wasn't the kind to miss class. ...Or was he? Maybe he used to skip school all the time... Frustration pulled his brows down above his closed eyes and bent his mouth in a frown. This wasn't helping like he had hoped it would. After a moment, he gave up and finally shifted position, easing his weight onto his right leg. His knee ached, but held, and he bent to scoop up his bag before hobbling toward the school proper, following the guidance of the wind.
The stupid math room was on the stupid second floor, up the stupid main stairs. Fortunately, stairs weren't that difficult, all things considered; they were almost always uniform and could be mounted simply by keeping the feet moving exactly the same with every step. (It might look weird, but it worked.) By doing this, Damian managed to make it to the second floor, and then to one of the classrooms so he could find the number. Not that one...or that one...nope...he continued down the hall, bumping into two people and getting almost knocked over once before he found the door with the right number. The cane the nurse had given him was folded up in his backpack, but he had no intention of taking it out. He'd rather get knocked down a dozen times than use the humiliating stick. Having finally reached his goal, he shoved through the door without waiting to collect himself.
He was not the first in the room, and that nearly made him pause. Stubbornly, however, he stepped into the room and let the door click shut behind him. He wished he knew why he was so jumpy around people - what had happened to him? It must have been something bad...He wondered for the hundredth time if he did want to know what had happened. Getting lost in the same endless loop was almost as horrible a thought as any he could come up with, and so he stubbornly pushed it away and turned his attention instead to the class.
There was only one other student in the room, sitting at a desk and, apparently, smart-mouthing the teacher. He knew that voice. Damian couldn't help smiling at Shiloh's remark on the teacher's dancing - and in relief that he knew the person. He couldn't see the dancing, but he could hear the muffled thump of music from some distance - the front of the room, if it was the teacher. Nodding a hello in the direction of the music, Damian mumbled, "Morning, Sir," before followed the eddy of Shiloh's breath until he was level with his roommate. Once there, he paused and let a small breeze blow past him, feeling what it hit. This was a skill he had only learned fairly recently that he could do - though his brain knew how to process the information, so he wondered how long he had known before the crash - and he wasn't very good at it. It was a matter of translating the information that came back to his brain. For example, this time he could tell only that he had about a foot of clearance until he'd hit an obstacle, though there was no real detail to the desks. He blew out a sigh and stepped forward, keeping his hand out to find the seat.
Somehow he managed to botch that, his knee finding the seat before his hand could grab the back. Pain lanced through the offending joint and it gave slightly, dropping Damian into the seat. He tried to play it off like he had meant that to happen, and turned to smile slightly in Shiloh's direction. "Tell me this isn't reserved for someone else. I may kill someone if I have to go find another seat."
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Post by jasper on Aug 6, 2011 21:24:29 GMT -5
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jasper grigorisit down, shut up, and hang on for the ride Music blasted in his ears which drowned out most everything else but his thoughts. Still, he kept an eye on the clock and the door in case students started arriving early. He took a moment to get the rest of his things out of his bag, including the gigantic teacher version of the students' textbooks. Why they couldn't make the thing smaller was beyond him. It had to weigh twenty pounds. Alright, not really, but it sure felt like it. He let the book hit the desk with a thump that he didn't hear before turning to the appropriate section. Then he moved aimlessly around the classroom, still bouncing to the music as if he didn't have a care in the world. If only that were true.
Jasper's inward scoff was cut short as the first student entered and he yanked one of the ear buds out but didn't stop dancing. It was a testament to how long he'd been around strange things that he didn't even blink at the kid's strange eye color. He'd seen weirder. "Nice dance moves sir." Jasper smirked at the kid, appreciating a bit of humor as he watched him take a seat, looking perfectly at ease. He could tell with one look that he'd be trouble, but that was a matter for later when the guy actually got around to pushing his luck. The first student was quickly followed by another guy who acted like he was going to be attacked at any moment. Jasper watched as the guy made a jerky nod in his direction without meeting his eyes. A shy one, then. "How observant of you. Yes, it is indeed morning. Grab a seat." He thought for a moment. "Actually, better just sit in it instead of grabbing it. I'd hate to have to teach a student who was clinging to his desk for the entire hour."
Jasper finally turned his music off and flung his iPOD onto the desk without paying much attention to where it landed. Unfortunately, it hit the precariously balanced folder that fluttered to the floor and scattered papers everywhere. Trying to bite back a curse, he marched over to pick it up. As he did so, he heard a thump and watched second kid flop down into the desk almost as if he hadn't known it was there. Jasper scooped up the papers and cocked his head curiously at the guy, his lips pursed slightly as he stood up once again. "On second thought, maybe you'd do better grabbing it." He flopped the file back onto the stack. They were brief biographies of his students, telling him what their names were, their powers, etc. He hadn't bothered to look at them except for a cursory glance and he didn't look at them now.
A few more students filed in and found seats and Jasper decided it was time to act like a real teacher, so he stood in front of his desk and leaned against it, ankles crossed in front of him. "My name's Professor Grigori. Yes, I know that's a mouthful, so you can call me Jasper if you want. If you call me Jaz, you fail. If you want extra credit, you can call me master, but I'll save that opportunity for a later date." There weren't really words to describe how much he detested "new class" speeches. He'd rather get the show on the road, but some things just had to be said. "This is algebra one. If you're in the wrong class... get out." He waited for someone to flee the room, but no one did so he continued. "Given that this is a school for gifted people, I realize that some of you might experience the occasional bout of weirdness. Three rules: No powers in class if you can help it. No disrupting class without a good reason. And no cheating if you can help it."
Jasper levered himself away from the desk and strolled casually around behind it. "Of course, those are just my personal rules. See the student handbook for a full list of other boring stuff that you're not supposed to do." He punctuated that with a smirk, showing just what he thought of rules. "To clear the air a bit, my power is what is called 'omnilinguistics.' Seriously, don't try to spell it. In layman's terms, it means I can understand and speak any language." He turned slightly and surveyed the class, a single eyebrow raised as if daring someone to ask him to say something in a foreign language. "Now that all the boring shit is out of the way, any questions?"
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 6, 2011 22:12:46 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color] ONE LAST THING: None [/div] Shiloh watched his roommate slowly make his way through the room acknowledging the teacher as he did so, "How observant of you. Yes, it is indeed morning. Grab a seat." Shiloh frowned at the teacher's remark, sarcastic or not the teacher had already started to rub him the wrong way with that simple comment. He may have only known his blind roommate for a small amount of time but whenever Shiloh grew fond of someone he defended them to the end. Heck, he would even defend Maeve if the moment struck him. "Actually, better just sit in it instead of grabbing it. I'd hate to have to teach a student who was clinging to his desk for the entire hour."
The blind teen moved breezes of air through the room, something that Shiloh had grown accustomed to. He had already figured out that he used his power as a sort of sonar. It wasn't always the most effective but at least it looked better than carrying around a walking stick. He watched his friend flop into the desk next to him after banging his knee on it first. "On second thought, maybe you'd do better grabbing it." Shiloh bit his lip, already his temper was flaring underneath. He held it in for the moment, but time would tell how long that would last.
"Tell me this isn't reserved for someone else. I may kill someone if I have to go find another seat." The sound of his roommate's voice made him swallow his temper, "Well at the risk of being killed you may stay here my friend." He laughed softly at his small joke.
"My name's Professor Grigori. Yes, I know that's a mouthful, so you can call me Jasper if you want. If you call me Jaz, you fail. If you want extra credit, you can call me master, but I'll save that opportunity for a later date." Shiloh resisted the temptation to call him Jaz, not exactly in the mood to fail a class when it was only the first day. "This is algebra one. If you're in the wrong class... get out. Given that this is a school for gifted people, I realize that some of you might experience the occasional bout of weirdness. Three rules: No powers in class if you can help it. No disrupting class without a good reason. And no cheating if you can help it." The first rule was one that was going to be hard to follow, but it wouldn't harm anybody if he used his sight to get a closer look at the board, that is if he chose to look at it at all. Jasper may as well have not even said the second rule as Shiloh was already disregarding it in almost every class. And the last rule he actually chose to follow; if he didn't know the answers to something he often just didn't bother guessing.
"To clear the air a bit, my power is what is called 'omnilinguistics.' Seriously, don't try to spell it. In layman's terms, it means I can understand and speak any language." Shiloh didn't know any other languages, but he could speak in a very heavy English accent if he wanted to. He figured he would save that for later if the time was right. "Now that all the boring shit is out of the way, any questions?"
"Why yes, do you enjoy picking on blind kids?" Shiloh made a gesture towards Damian who was sitting next to him. The nineteen year old was referring to the comments Jasper made earlier on Damian's fumbles around the classroom. He hoped that his roommate wouldn't be mad at him for making a thing out of it but he had to learn sooner or later that Shiloh would always speak his mind. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 6, 2011 23:21:52 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian rubbed his knee surreptitiously under the desk, smiling gratefully at Shiloh's joke. On a suddenly impulse, he held his hands like he was going to karate chop something as papers fluttered somewhere in the room. "A wise decision. I'm a ninja if you make a lot of noise." The teacher's comment - punctuated by the smack of paper on the desk - made him flush, however, and he dropped his hands. Still, the same odd, joker impulse was there, and he shrugged toward the front of the class. "You never know, Sir, maybe having a student holding up a desk would mix things up and make the class more interesting." He realized a second too late that he was implying the class was going to be boring, but let it go. Maybe the teacher wouldn't notice.
They sat in silence as more people shuffled into the classroom, finding seats around the room. Damian took the chance to muse over how exactly he was going to get through the class. ...Shiloh was his roommate, so maybe he could just get the other guy to teach him in their room. That was an embarrassing thought, but not as bad as everyone in the class knowing he was blind. Of course, he was probably going to have to do some of the work actually in the classroom...again, he'd have to get Shiloh to help him. He suddenly hoped his roommate wasn't the skipping sort.
The teacher began explaining who he was - his name was a mouthful - and what the students were allowed, or not allowed, to call him. "If you want extra credit, you can call me master, but I'll save that opportunity for a later date" A thought occurred suddenly to him, and he was so busy musing over it that he nearly missed the rules Jasper was laying down. It didn't really matter, though; he wasn't going to make a scene, wasn't interested in cheating, and figured it was okay to use his powers. Besides, he just wasn't going to let anyone know he was doing it anyway.
Having gotten the rules out of the way, Jasper had moved on to explaining his own power. "To clear the air a bit, my power is what is called 'omnilinguistics.' Seriously, don't try to spell it." Damian couldn't help it, he immediately began to spell the word in his head, mouthing along as he began - and failed - to spell the word a half a dozen times. For a moment he wished he could write it out, he thought he could get it right then... There was a pause at the end of the explanation, and Damian wondered if he was the only one who wanted to hear Jasper say something in another language. He remained quiet though, and let the teacher probe the class for questions. His earlier thought occurred to him once more, and he thrust a hand into the air, speaking up while he still had the inclination. "Can we call you Master Jaz?" Maybe it was spending time around Shiloh, but he thought he might be developing a smart-alek streak. ...And speaking of Shiloh, his roommate's question - though it might have been spawned from good intentions - made bury his face in one hand as he groaned, "Shiloh..." After making all his plans to hide his blindness, his new friend had ruined it all in a single moment. At least, he thought, trying hard to be optimistic, I can't see if anyone is staring.
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Post by jasper on Aug 9, 2011 16:45:11 GMT -5
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jasper grigorisit down, shut up, and hang on for the ride "You never know, sir, maybe having a student holding up a desk would mix things up and make the class more interesting." Jasper let a mischievous grin form along his lips. I like that kid. He didn't say it out loud, but the thought was there. He seemed to be someone who could think on his feet and roll with the punches which was a quality he admired in a person. There wasn't anything that could get under Jasper's skin quite like whiners. It was more than people who whined, though. It was those people who made mountains out of molehills and complained about things that they should be thankful for. Those people could drop off the face of the Earth for all he cared. Not for the first time, he thought the would would be a better place without stupid people.
Jasper managed to give his introduction without any interruptions which was more than he'd been hoping for. Usually, someone would start asking questions before he was done, but this class was oddly silent. It was a bit disappointing in his mind. No, boring was the word. Standing behind his desk with his hands on his hips, he surveyed the class impassively. "Can we call you Master Jaz?" Jasper raised a single eyebrow, annoyance warring with his admiration. He had to give the guy credit for originality at least. "I suppose you could call me that if you really wanted to, but I can't promise that you'd pass the class." He made a show of considering the problem set before him. "You'd fail for the Jaz part, but get bonus points. I guess we'll call it failing with flair."
"Do you enjoy picking on blind kids?" Jasper blinked and looked at the orange-eyed guy sitting next to the klutz, his brow furrowed. "Maybe I get off on it." He lowered his voice in a conspiratorial fashion. "But... who's blind?" His eyes traveled around the room, but the only person he'd really spoken to were the two boys. Jasper studied them a bit more carefully, and it suddenly clicked into place. He sighed heavily and pursed his lips in thought. How was he supposed to teach a blind kid? It wasn't like he could see the examples on the board. Leave it to the student he actually suspected he'd like to make his life harder. He kept his eyes on the guy, knowing his gaze wouldn't be noticed anyway. He sighed again. "Don't know what to tell you, kid. Keep up as best as you can." There was really nothing else for him to do other than to explain in greater detail what he was doing on the board.
Turning his back on the class, he gestured to the board before grabbing one of the dry erase markers. "Who here has seen the movie The Matrix?" He smirked over his shoulder. "Some of you will probably be taking the blue pill for the next few chapters, but it is my hope that at least one of you is smart enough to get a Neo." It was corny and dorky and part of him hated himself for it, but there were very few ways to make algebra more interesting if you didn't already have a thing for it. He pointed at the example. "This, my woefully ignorant students, is a matrix. No, you will not get eaten by machines or chased through subways by rogue programs though I'm sure that would make this class a bit more entertaining." He underlined the first complete matrix. "There is a set of brackets. Inside those brackets are four numbers in a square. That makes one number in each corner. Basically, this is a set of information, which means we'll be working multiple problems at once. You can add matrices together and end up with an entirely new matrix at the end." He circled the empty brackets at the end of the equation. "So... does anyone have any idea how this is done?" His gaze roamed around the room, waiting for the orange-eyed kid to make some smart ass remark.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 9, 2011 17:40:19 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color] ONE LAST THING: You made me do math! lol [/div] "Can we call you Master Jaz?" A smirk crossed Shiloh's lips, he had to give his roommate major points for that remark. The nineteen year old started to wish that he had said it, but he felt that his remark on the teacher picking on blind kids was enough. And apparently so did Damian as Shiloh was able to pick up the sound of his roommate sighing out his name. But Shiloh was one to never regret anything that he said or done, it was a code that he liked to live by as he felt that feeling guilty or bad over things took the fun out of life.
"Maybe I get off on it." Shiloh kept his gaze locked with the teacher's, orange eyes glistening. "But... who's blind?" Oh i don't know, could it be the kid who bumps into things or the one with SUPER SIGHT. Read the files. "Don't know what to tell you, kid. Keep up as best as you can." The orange eyed teen realized that he would probably have to help his roommate with the math lesson once back in the dorm, make sure that he went over a few things that the kid may have been confused about. Unfortunately for Shiloh this meant that he would have to actually pay attention to the class and show up for it. Not that the teen was actually bad at math, but he still liked having a bit of freedom.
"Who here has seen the movie The Matrix?" Shiloh merely blinked back at the teacher, still trying to think of a way to ditch the class without leaving his friend puzzled. There of course was the option to convince Damian to ditch with him but he wanted to see how the first few days of knowing him played out. "Some of you will probably be taking the blue pill for the next few chapters, but it is my hope that at least one of you is smart enough to get a Neo." The teen let out a not so enthused laugh at Jasper's corny joke. "This, my woefully ignorant students, is a matrix. No, you will not get eaten by machines or chased through subways by rogue programs though I'm sure that would make this class a bit more entertaining." Shiloh would have to use the word interesting instead of entertaining, as what the teacher said wasn't quite his idea of fun. "Is that what you do in your spare time Jasper? Next to the blind kid thing of course." A smirk played up on the orange eyed teens lips, what was his idea of fun was bugging the teacher.
"There is a set of brackets. Inside those brackets are four numbers in a square. That makes one number in each corner. Basically, this is a set of information, which means we'll be working multiple problems at once. You can add matrices together and end up with an entirely new matrix at the end." The teen took in what Jasper had written down, already preparing to solve the problem in his head. He wasn't a genius, but he still knew a little algebra. "So... does anyone have any idea how this is done?"
Shiloh raised his hand but only kept it up for a split second before continuing to answer the question. "First you take the number in the top left corner of the first bracket, 9, and add it to the one in top left corner of the second bracket, 26, to get 35. You do the same with all the other numbers, adding each number to the other number that is in the relatively same place only in the second pair of brackets." He had to admit that it was difficult to do all the extra describing so that Damian could understand. "In the end the answer is a pair of brackets with 35 in the upper left corner, 54 in the lower left corner, 15 in the upper right corner, and 87 in the lower right corner." Shiloh took in a big gulp of breath, having nearly run out of air from saying so much all at once. After catching his breath, he looked back up at Jasper to see his reaction. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by shia on Aug 11, 2011 15:01:19 GMT -5
Shia, not too surprisingly, had not really lost her way, so much as took a wrong turn along the way. And ended up outside. Somehow. If anyone had asked her how she had done it, she wouldn't be able to answer, because she honestly didn't know. She had an earbud in connected to her mp3 player tucked in her pocket and quite frankly, she hadn't been paying much attention. Which would normally seem odd to anyone else, really. Especially since math was one of her favorite subjects. She was giddy when she had left her dorm earlier that she was going to be given the chance to play with numbers.
But she had been distracted! It wasn't really a good excuse, but there it was. And by what? A group of students walking by with instruments, that's what! That's all it took and she was hooked, picking up her camera and snapping a few shots. But once she started, she found it hard to stop and she ended up snapping a shot of some girls about her age, standing at a window, chatting animatedly. What about? She had no clue. She didn't really understand other girls so well, but that was alright. They were pretty anyway.
It was not until she had followed a young couple outside that she had realized what she had done, spat out a curse, turned on her heel and dashed back into the building, trying to get back to where she knew she was supposed to be. And wasn't it just splendid that she was going to be late? Oh, yes...Just splendid. SHe found the classroom soon enough and paused before the door, leaning forward to press her ear to it, her hands barely touching it to support herself. Drat! The class had already started! Great, now she could just be the awkward new girl who arrived late.
As quietly and unobtrusively as she could she pushed open the door, squeezing in when she had enough room and quietly closing the door behind her, trying her best to not disrupt the class too much. She glanced to the teacher in an apologetic way before scanning the room with her eyes to find an empty seat. Ah! There was one! On the other side of the normal looking guy who was sitting with the funky-eyed guy. Yeah...She'd hafta learn some names, and like quick.
She quickly made her way there, sliding her bag off her shoulder and setting it down next to her chair as she sat, mumbling a soft "Excuse me..." to the guy whose side at which she now sat. Goodness. The both of them looked a good deal older than her. She glanced around. Well, she wasn't the only younger person at least. But this wasn't too much of a surprise. She was used to being in advanced math classes, really, which meant she was often with students much older than her.
It wasn't until after she was settled with her book on her desk and a pencil and highlighter laying next to it that she realized her mp3 player was still on. She reached up, snatching the earbud away and shutting off the device with the other hand before stuffing them in the inner pocket of her little jacket. All she managed to do was turn her eyes up to the teacher, for all the world looking awkward and apologetic, camera still dangling from around her neck.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 11, 2011 16:36:23 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian had been a little worried that his joke might not go over well. The teacher seemed like a cool guy, but Damian had already met a few people who seemed like they had good senses of humor, only to turn around and loose their minds over a little joke. It had, until meeting Shiloh, stopped Damian from making many of the comments that had come to mind. He was relieved, however, to hear the teacher's answer and smiled widely. Damian decided to keep that in a back pocket; if the class didn't go well, at least he could end it with style. Go out on his own terms...or something like that.
Shiloh's comment sort of made Damian want to strangle his roommate. Except, for a moment, the teacher didn't seem to know who Shiloh was talking about. Hoping against hope, Damian held his breath...maybe Jasper wouldn't figure it out...maybe Shiloh would keep his mouth shut. Of course, life always works out with roses and happiness. Ha! He heard the teacher's heavy sigh in the quiet of the room and tried valiantly to keep the warmth in his cheeks from getting bad enough to show. Jasper's only spoken reaction was to tell Damian to keep up - something he had been trying to plan on doing anyway. A part of the blind man hoped (though it was without any real vindictiveness) that Shiloh had been making plans to skip, because there was no way he was going to get away with it now. Sighing slightly, Damian pulled his thoughts away from that and instead to the class Jasper was starting.
Matrix...that seemed vaguely familiar. Not enough for Damian to get the joke that Jasper was apparently making, and he so he spread his hands across the top of the desk, wishing he could drop through the floor. Math wasn't that important, right? Of course, he couldn't do that - partly because he had just planned on forcing Shiloh to attend the class for...well, ever, actually. Oh, yeah, he was going to make Shiloh's life miserable. "Is that what you do in your spare time Jasper? Next to the blind kid thing of course." He would have kicked Shiloh, except for two things. One: He was pretty sure he'd accidentally kick the desk instead and make the whole situation worse, and Two: he could tell from the smile in Shiloh's voice that the comment was more for Jasper's benefit than Damian's anyway.
The teacher moved on from the movie joke to the actual lesson and Damian began to frown. He could sort of picture what was being described...numbers inside brackets...that sounded so familiar. Shiloh began to speak, describing the answer, and Damian closed his eyes, trying to picture that too. If only his head would stop hurting...The girl's voice appearing next to him made him jump, his good knee narrowly missing hitting the underside of the desk. Muttering with relief, he tilted his face in her direction and smiled slightly, "I think you're a little late."
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Post by jasper on Aug 11, 2011 19:19:47 GMT -5
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jasper grigorisit down, shut up, and hang on for the ride Jasper didn't have long to wait before a couple hands shot up into the air. He was about to call on a rather mousy girl in the back, but a voice brought his attention nearer the front of the room where the orange-eyed jerk rattled off the answers. Jasper scowled, making sure the student saw it. His eyes narrowed momentarily before turning his back to the entire class to write the answers in the last matrix. He spoke while he wrote. "If you honestly think that the matrix is real, I feel really bad for your psychiatrist. Furthermore, I would think the average student would be smart enough to wait until they are called upon to answer a question, but apparently some will never learn despite years of being told to wait their turn. Or perhaps you think you're too smart for this class? By all means..." He turned to face the class once more with an eyebrow raised as if daring someone to challenge him as he extended his arm, indicating the door.
The door in question creaked open a bit and a dark haired girl sneaked inside the room, trying her best to go unnoticed. The timing of it amused him slightly as the class looked over. He mentally reviewed the files he'd only skimmed. Shia Mc-something. Capping the marker he'd been using to write on the board, he watched her give him a look as if to say she was sorry then take a seat that made the blind kid jump. Jasper smirked thinking this class would be rather entertaining even if he did nothing at all. It was always interesting to watch everyone's body language which, given his powers, tended to stand out to him. Every move they made told a story and they didn't even know it. Jasper, however, could read it as if a neon sign was in front of it. Luckily, he was accustomed to ignoring it.
"Shia, I believe?" He waited a moment, letting the tension build until he was sure she was good and uncomfortable. "Since you have missed the first few minutes of class along with my rules and introductions, you can stay after and endure the torture as I go through the entire speech again. I assure you, it will be horrible for the both of us. Now, to review once again, we are going over the matrix and how it works before moving on to equations within a matrix, each of which would need to be solved before coming up with the right answer." He tossed the marker up into the air repeatedly, catching it with the same hand every time it came down. "Don't make a habit of being late. I really hate repeating myself." Jasper's eyes bored into her, hoping to drive the point home before turning his attention back to the whiteboard.
Some people never would learn what respect was. That was one of the first things he'd learned in the military. The Air Force was more laid back than the other branches, but that hardly mattered in the hands of the enemy when they used a machete to carve into your skin, or strapped you to a pole where they took turn whipping you until you blacked out. Jasper's jaw clenched as he tried to banish the blackened memories from his mind. He was home now and none of that stuff mattered. Still, it didn't mean he had to put up with stupid people, and he really didn't have to put up with disrespect. "As our outspoken little friend here has informed us, you solve a matrix by pairing the numbers from one matrix with the corresponding numbers in another matrix." He moved down the board a short distance and wrote up a new equation. "How about this one?"
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 11, 2011 20:12:10 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color] ONE LAST THING: None [/div] At Jasper's scowl Shiloh smirked back, happy that he was finally getting to him, "If you honestly think that the matrix is real, I feel really bad for your psychiatrist. Furthermore, I would think the average student would be smart enough to wait until they are called upon to answer a question, but apparently some will never learn despite years of being told to wait their turn. Or perhaps you think you're too smart for this class? By all means..." The smirk seemed to grow on Shiloh's face, he was impressed with the big reaction he received from the sarcastic teacher. It was also very tempting to walk out of the room, just as Jasper suggested, but if he did that he would miss out on all the fun. Not to mention that he couldn't just leave Damian to figure out what the teacher was talking about all on his own.
Shiloh leaned forward in his seat, elbows on the desk with fingers intertwined. As he opened his mouth to make some witty comeback the door opened and clicked shut, diverting both his and everyone else's attention. A dark haired girl walked in, clearly embarrassed from all the attention and sorry for being late. That was something Shiloh don't quite understand, for why would you be sorry for being late? You just got to skip a bunch of the lesson doing whatever you wanted which sounded like a blast to Shiloh. On top of that you get plenty of attention when you walked into the classroom and you get to annoy the teacher.
He watched the girl sit down, orange eyes sparking and looking back at the teacher, his witty comment was forgotten as he focused on what Jasper had to say about late students. The teen leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, as if to say 'I'm waiting.' The teacher didn't make Shiloh wait long before speaking, "Shia, I believe?" The tension built within the classroom and Shiloh could pick up the quiet shifting of students in seats and whispers that someone with normal ears would have trouble hearing. "Since you have missed the first few minutes of class along with my rules and introductions, you can stay after and endure the torture as I go through the entire speech again. I assure you, it will be horrible for the both of us." Shiloh laughed quietly and quickly added a comment, "Sounds like fun Jazzy." He gave a mischevious smile, something not uncommon for him to do.
"Now, to review once again, we are going over the matrix and how it works before moving on to equations within a matrix, each of which would need to be solved before coming up with the right answer." The teacher threw the marker up and down in his hand, and Shiloh resisted the urge to focus on it. To zoom in with his unnatural eyes and take in every catch, looking for a single fault. "Don't make a habit of being late. I really hate repeating myself." Jasper turned his hard gaze on the late student, yet Shiloh felt no pity. To him, if you couldn't deal with the attention of being late then you just shouldn't be.
"As our outspoken little friend here has informed us," Shiloh waved his hand a little, as if he was notifying anyone who had not been paying attention that he was the one the professor was referring to, "you solve a matrix by pairing the numbers from one matrix with the corresponding numbers in another matrix." The nineteen year old watched him write down another equation, already deciding to not solve it. He didn't think he could take having to describe the answer so vividly again just so that Damian could understand. "How about this one?" Shiloh glanced about the classroom, with each glance quickly zooming in his eyes so to see if anyone was actually attempting to write an answer, for he knew that he wasn't. Nor was he going to copy an answer, though it would be incredibly easy with his enhanced vision. Shiloh just didn't like cheaters, if he didn't want to answer a question he just wouldn't do it, simple as that. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by shia on Aug 12, 2011 17:21:56 GMT -5
Shia, much like many other introverted and shy people, felt she could have simply slipped through the floor, or backwards through the door never to be seen again would have been much better that standing there in front of a group of people, None of which she had met, with the teacher gesturing at her. Well, not really at her. At the door. Which she just happened to be walking through. At that very moment. Oh, yes. She was quick to find that seat.
And once she had, she herself winced at the shock she gave the poor man next to her. She shot him an apologetic look as well, completely unaware that it would be unable to reach him due to certain limitations she had not been present to hear about. His smile had her calming just a bit, an awkward almost smile sent his direction in return. "Ah. It seems I am a wee bit..." she murmured out quietly before her attention was captured by someone else.
Namely, the instructor.
She straightened up in her seat as he called her, her eyes wide as she watched and waited for his reaction to her tardiness. Her fingers clasped together between her knees during that awkward silence in which people around her began to shift about and whisper nervously themselves. Why were they so nervous? They weren't the ones who were at the center of that look he was giving her. She ran her teeth over her bottom lip lightly and winced again when he mentioned what she had missed.
But the idea that she would need to stay behind...Well, she wasn't surprised. It seemed only appropriate. Just substitute a few missed moments with extra moments at the end of the class period? It was just too bad that took away from his time as well. She nodded her head once in acknowledgement of her 'punishment'. "Yes, sir." she responded, looking down at her desk for a moment before the odd-eyed guy spoke up.
And she could only sit and stare at him. Because who in their right mind called their teacher, who already had right to be agitated, by some kind of pet name like that? It was only a second before she realized what she was doing and shook her head to clear it, turning her gaze back up to the teacher, awaiting his reaction. After all, if this other student made the Instructor even more agitated than he must already be, Shia was going to catch the back-lash after class. Great.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 14, 2011 0:31:37 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian settled into his seat as he listened to his roommate and teacher trade insults. He chuckled slightly when Jasper claimed to pity Shiloh's psychiatrist, though Damian thought he should feel sorry for anyone who had to be trapped in a room with the out-spoken teen. Thought stayed with him, however, as the door creaked in the back of the room. Confused - the class had already started, who would be intruding now? - he twisted around to get his ear pointed in that direction. Music and soft steps - someone who didn't want to be noticed.
Whoever she was, Damian decided he liked her. So far, he hadn't heard anyone else say "wee". He didn't get a chance to say anything, however, as the teacher began to threaten her with time after class to go over the rules again. Honestly, Damian thought the girl - Shia, if Jasper were to be believed - could probably guess at them anyway. A thought that Shiloh apparently shared, if his cheeky "Sounds like fun Jazzy" were anything to go off. Resisting the urge to shake his head, Damian hissed, "Are you trying to fail? 'Cause I think it's working." The steady tap of something plastic hitting skin pulled his attention back to the front of the class, and Damian frowned. He had missed something; a summary of what they had gone over so far, he thought, and now Jasper was looking for the solution to a new matrix. For just a moment, Damian was tempted to begin shouting out numbers at random and he shifted, a smile already starting on his face. He stopped, though, when he thought of the instruction to wait to be called on. The spontaneity of just calling them out would be half the fun of the joke, but he didn't want to deal with Jasper's anger on the first day, so he let it slide. The smile followed suit, disappearing from his face as he settled once more in his seat to wait for an actual answer. This "going to class" thing was harder than he had expected.
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Post by jasper on Aug 14, 2011 1:45:04 GMT -5
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jasper grigorisit down, shut up, and hang on for the ride Shia's quiet acceptance of his request that she stay after class surprised Jasper a bit. He raised his eyebrows at her momentarily before shrugging and turning back to the board to erase the previous problem. Quiet students were a bit of a conundrum to him. Some of them were daydreamers, but others were much more observant than they looked. Not that he had secrets, really, just plenty of things he didn't like to think about, much less talk about. He doubted that anyone with his past would want to play show and tell. Without realizing he was doing it, his fingers rubbed the scars encircling his wrists. When he noticed what he was doing, he folded his arms across his chest, and that's when the stupid kid decided to be even more stupid.
Jasper stood stock still, his eyes trained on the idiot in the second row. The scowl on his face darkened his features. There were some students--usually one in every class--that made it their mission to get under the teacher's skin. They were usually people who thought they had something to prove, or those who relied on the admiration of their peers in order to feel better about themselves. That, in itself, wasn't enough to really piss Jasper off. No, he'd seen that routine too many times for it to bother him much anymore. What he wouldn't stand for, however, was the blatant breaking of his rules. He was a lenient teacher, all things considered. He didn't get worked up about much as long as the students showed up, did their work, kept the peace, and followed his rules. Really, it wasn't that much to ask for. The fact that this kid had broken one of his rules on the first day, and had done so on purpose, only fueled Jasper's anger. "Are you trying to fail? 'Cause I think it's working." He nearly allowed himself a grin at the whispered words from the blind kid. At least one of them had sense.
Making up his mind, he strode over to the files on his desk, looking at the pictures before he found the right file. He hastily flipped it open and read. Shiloh Wright. Super sight and super hearing. Pet owl. Now that was a bit odd. Born in England, which he already knew due to the accent. Finally, he found what he was looking for. Student can become extremely temperamental when around others gifted with the ability of flight. That only made it more strange for him to have a pet owl, really. There wasn't much else in the file accept a footnote that Shiloh often skipped classes and was prone to fighting. Well, it was enough information for Jasper's purposes. He took a moment to turn the things he'd just read over in his mind before snapping the file closed and flopping it back down onto the desk.
"Shiloh, right?" Jasper strode out from behind his desk and planted himself firmly in front of the guy, arms crossed once again. He leaned casually against the empty seat behind him and crossed his legs, appearing to be completely at ease, while on the inside he was still fuming. He wasn't a psychologist or a therapist, and it wasn't his job to fix this kid's issues. It was, however, Shiloh's job to show up to class and at least make an attempt to learn something. "My rules are simple. You failed to follow them." He let the silence ring for a moment, but kept his voice soft and casual. "Get out." He didn't gesture at the door this time. He kept his eyes on the idiotic boy in front of him, because this was undoubtedly a boy, no matter his age. "Come back when you decide to grow up." Without another word, he turned and walked back to his desk. "Shia! If you would be so kind as to take this fool's vacated seat and help our blind friend over here, I'd greatly appreciate it. Maybe I'll even take a couple minutes off the time you get to stay over."
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