The Institute Of Silver Lake - Page 6

August 20, 2008, 7:45 AM

OOC: Sorry to be gone so long, guys! I left on a two week visit to my grandmother (she lives 300 miles away and lives alone). Lemme try and get in, okay? EDIT: My new kitty fell asleep in my lap as I was typing this. He's so cute! ^^ He's the reason posting this took so long, the little attention whore. ^^

IC:

Crystal woke to notice the comforting feeling of the gun under her pillow. Ever since the disappearences, she had kept the pistol there, just in case. Being a janitor--though it sounded like a lackluster job--had its perks. Whereas the students had only plastic sporks to fend off an attacker, she had a weapon. Anyone creeping into her small home would have a nasty surprise.

After the usual morning rituals, Crystal checked her schedule and groaned. Shat. Basement work. And she'd likely be at it all morning too. She sighed. She'd have to miss the usual morning conversation she had with Hydra. He was a good kid, wonderful to talk to. He'd be disappointed. Maybe she should try that new magic trick she was working on to compensate? Yeah, that'd be good.

Hours later, Crystal cursed bitterly why she had to take basement work. It should've gone to Rolf or someone, the other janitor who worked only part-time. That dang principal knew she hated it down here. There were spiders.

Aiming carefully with a borrowed gear, Crystal tossed the gear and it crushed the big spider resting just above the gauge she had to check. She crowed in victory but still read the gauge from a safe distance. She hated spiders.

After checking all the piping and whatnot and gladly resurfaced. Once there, Crystal resumed her daily activities, which largely consisted of reading and looking busy. It was between classes right now, so the halls were empty. Crystal felt obliged to not have to act like she was doing her job for no one and so went walking down the halls, whistling 'Battle Hymn of the Republic' while reading a book and pushing the usual cleaning cart before her.

She glanced at the classes as she passed them and stopped. Hydra should be in here, if memory served her correctly. The history teacher... Mr. Clade. A stiff old owl, likely to put everyone to sleep. Crystal felt that, to make up for her absence this morning, that she could help Hydra out a little.

Marking her page in the book, Crystal opened the door and banged her way--with the cart--inside the classroom, rudely interrupting Mr. Clade, cutting him off in mid-monotone.

"Hey, I was told that the heating unit needed fixing?" she said in explanation. An easy excuse--half the school was freezing and the other half was baking and complaints about the heating system were always coming in. She had no idea what people wanted her to do about it--she was meant to maintain the damn stuff, not adjust it in any way.

"Very well," Clade said stiffly, watching her coldly as she crossed the room. A few years ago, a prank had been pulled on him. His entire desk had been filled with pudding. He had long suspected Crystal an accomplice of this prank as she was the only one with a key to the food (besides the cooks) that was mischevious enough to do such a thing. Though he hadn't found any proof against her, he still suspected her involvement, and rightly so.

Crystal grinned and winked at Hydra as she went past. This was gonna be fun. Loudly whistling to add to the annoyance her presence had alreadly created, Crystal began removing the top of the heater.

August 20, 2008, 12:55 PM

Someone began wondering as he heard his teacher speak about fending of attackers..."Looks like it ain't just the students that are worried...poor guy...he shouldn't have to see something like this happening at his age..." Sonny thought to himself.

Sonny then followed his teacher as they begun making their way to the classroom, then the question came along, "This is awfully early for you to be at school at all, let alone around the faculty offices. Is there something that you needed?"

As Filden was asked this, he then smiled, "Well, you know me, sir! I'm just one of those teens that need constant entertaining, y'know? I just can't sit there with nothing to do. Usually at this time, I would be watching TV until 5 minutes before class when I'd leave, but my TV broke...really gutted about it, and my laptop is in for repairs, so with nothing to do till school begun, I decided to come to school early and keep myself entertained."

August 20, 2008, 1:13 PM

"Fair enough." Dr. Alexandria smiled at him. "Television is no good for you anyways, but I have to say that. Not only am I a teacher, I'm an old man." Dr. Alexandria sighed, somewhat wistfully. I really am an old man, he thought to himself. As if growing old isn't enough to deal with, now these disappearances....I truly am too old for this. Dr. Alexandria looked at Sonny through his horn-rimmed glasses. "At least you came to the right place for...ah...alternate entertainment. Nothing is more glorious in this world than mathematics!" He laughed, knowing that wasn't a popular sentiment along student, but Math was Dr. Alexandria's life, after all.

They made it to class, Beginning Calculus, just as the bell rang. Dr. Alexandria removed his hat as he stepped into the room, and walked up to the lecture table at the front, placing his hat and briefcase on the table. He looked up at the class. "What is a derivative?" The class just stared back at him. Dr. Alexandria sighed, and removed his glasses, waving them in his hands as he spoke. "Come on, we've been discussing derivative for the past week, and you still don't know what one is?"

"It's the slope of a tangent line." A student piped up from the back.

"No no, what's you're describing is an application of the derivative. Not what a derivative actually is." Dr. Alexandria looked around. "It's something of a trick question, who can think on their feet this morning?"

"An equation." A student said...

((OOC: I'm giving the opprotunity for someone in this class to sound smart. Own up to the last answer I gave.))

August 20, 2008, 1:44 PM

after the class were ordered to begin playing their instruments Stephen Sat playing away on a guitar he began talking to the music teacher with a smile on his face, she looked surprised at how the young man could play guitar and talk effortlessly. she became even more amazed when Stephen began singing "who made that song?" she asked causing Stephen to stop playing "it was made by one of my favorite bands, all time low, it's called Remembering Sunday if you wanna know what it's meant to sound like" the music teacher smiled "continue Mr Hownam" she ordered "yes mrs" Stephen replied as he began playing the song from the start

August 20, 2008, 2:16 PM

Zeria groaned and looked out the window. She liked study hall, but hated it too. Study hall meant boredom and silence. Plus, she had to figure out who her model was to be for art class. It was a new project the teacher had assigned. To do a large portrait of someone. And it had to be painted as well.

"It's so boring. . ."
"Ms. Iiyasei, keep quiet"
"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am"

She sighed and put her head down on her desk. Who to draw though? Hydra? No, he'd be busy with his own art project. Sonny? No, he could never sit still long enough. Her friend Landon? No, he was leaving for vacation with his family in 2 days. But then who?

August 20, 2008, 2:30 PM

Sat playing on his Guitar Stephen was thinking back to the game that took place earlier in the day and as he looked around the classroom he realized that a couple of the girls in the classroom kept glancing over at him. Stephen stopped playing his guitar and walked over to the piano "well, i could try and play this but, I'm not to good" the teacher walked over "stop contemplating what to play and just play" Stephen looked at the teacher with a smile "even though i enjoy playing music It's difficult to express myself sometimes" the teacher glared at him "Mr Hownam, here in the music block we play to our mood" Stephen smiled "Okay then" he sat back down on one of the desks and began playing a slow tune on his guitar that sounded like something Enrique Iglesias would play "well I guess that is the type of mood im in"

August 21, 2008, 1:09 AM

Efectively, Hydra was literally falling asleep in History class. God this has to be so... boring... I mean, I've read all this stuff already and it's not that I get low grades or anything... Maybe I'll just... With this, Hydra lowered his head and closed his eyes, hiding the fact that he was effectively going to sleep. Seconds later, a voice interrupted his attempts.

"Hey, I was told that the heating unit needed fixing?" That voice... it's Crystal! But wait, am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep already? Well, let's see... Lifting his head, Hydra was in time to see how Crystal crossed the room, and manage to let out a slight smile, but not enough as for Mr. Clade to catch it. Now Hydra could "enjoy" the remainder of the class and knew that Crystal was okay.

August 21, 2008, 1:25 AM

A deep crimson blush rose to her cheeks as she thought of who could be her model for her art project. Zeria got out her notebook and began writing out a note.

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Hey,

Do you think you could model for me for an art class project? There's not really anyone else I know that can do it for me. Let me know if you can or not. Thanks.

.Zeria.

She smiled as she finished. She would give it to him in the halls once class was over. She found that a blush rose to her cheeks thinking of what kinds of poses she could have him do. Maybe a simple one in his uniform, or a relaxed pose by the window, or maybe a pose of him doing work at a desk. Oh well. She'd ask if he said yes...

August 21, 2008, 1:30 AM

After his Spanish heart throb inspired melody Stephen changed from his acoustic guitar and sat at one of the piano's he gently pressed down on a couple of the Keys then stood back up "nah, that wont work" as he turned around he realized how close the Music teacher was WHACK!! another blow to the back of the knees this time with a meter long ruler, again Stephen fell to his knees "again in the same place" his thoughts screamed "Mr Hownam, you really should find a way to creatively spend your time in my lessons" Stephen nodded "yess ma'am, I'll find something ma'am" Stephen replied through gritted teeth.

Stephen made his way across the classroom slowly, back to his seat, he sat at his desk and pulled out a music book that held alot of classic melodies including alot of all of the great composers including Beethoven, Mozart, Wagner and Verdi, he opened it and began reading, although it was a book on how to play some of their great symphonies he still read it, jus so he looked busy