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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 2:14:05 GMT
Help Me Get Away From Myself My Whole Existence Is Flawed
Ryszard groaned as he entered the classroom, so not ready for the next subject which he loved to hate. Math. It wasn't that he was bad at it, or didn't understand it. It just sucked. Plain and simple. He hated it with a passion. Unfortunately he couldn't just skip the class since the teacher had already threatened him earlier in the day so there he was. Reluctant to be there, not even really remembering where exactly he was supposed to sit. Not that it mattered. He would just pick where he wanted to sit and most kids would just let him.
Flopping down in a seat, he instantly slouched down, resting his head on the back of the chair watching as other students filed in. A few people looked at him, mostly surprised to see him actually in class, but continued on their way to their chairs. Grabbing out a notebook he looked around, realizing that he did not have a writing tool. "Ah well, not like I really wanted to take some notes anyway." Though he should probably actually try to pay attention if he had to be here. Maybe he could just bug the hell out of someone to give him a pen or pencil. His blue eyes scanned around the room for someone he could bother, deciding the person in front of him would be the perfect victim. Tapping their shoulder, he gave a grin. "Hey gimme a pencil will ya?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 2:40:41 GMT
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THE CREEPER'S BLOOD IS STEEPING ━━
from this undead wooden headboard ▾ ▾ ▾ ▾ It was a rare occurrence of going into the math room, he usually would skip the class and find somewhere to hide out until it was done. Of course, another disadvantage to having a professor as a teacher… They know all your games, particularly where you go when you're ditching a math class. It reflected poorly on them, if that happened, hell had no fury like being cryogenically frozen for a day or two. Not that the last part ever had happened, or would ever happen(hopefully). It was just a nice white lie to tell himself, that way he’d actually attend the class.
Sitting down and staring dead ahead, he couldn’t believe that he was still taking math courses. Kneading the gummy eraser in between his fingers, he was trying to hope this class would fly by instead of drag like it normally had.
Math wasn’t favored, universally; nobody liked it.
Somebody spoke to him, shit Minh was zoning out.
“What?” Minh asked turning to look at the guy behind him, taking a moment to observe the situation. The guy didn’t have a pencil and probably needed one, he wanted a pencil.. Duh. “Yeah, hold on” he answered himself before digging around in his sweater pockets before retrieving an amazing Halloween pencil. It had dumb ghosts and jack o’lanterns all over it… Supposed it fit the guy’s style better than Minh.
“Here” he offered, “...Who are you exactly?”
It wounded a bit rude asking, but honestly… Minh had no idea. The times he attended, he didn’t know that somebody sat behind him. Possibly somebody new?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 7:43:30 GMT
Help Me Get Away From Myself My Whole Existence Is Flawed
As he was handed a pencil, Rys couldn't help but snort at the way it looked. A halloween pencil? Really? It was a little surprising that this guy had something like this. "Thanks man." He mentioned, though the other was now asking who exactly he was. "I'm Ryszard. You can just call me Rys though. Don't blame you for not knowing, I try to avoid this damn class like the plague." He groaned out, slumping over a bit defeated for a moment.
Tapping the eraser part of the pencil against his cheek, Rys looked at the other curiously, "What about you?" Since he had just admitted to rarely coming to class, he supposed he didn't have to pretend like he knew this guy was his classmate. Honestly, Ryszard didn't recognize most people in his own grade with the exception of those who had reputations about them. Deciding to balance the pencil between his nose and upper lip as he looked toward the male and awaited an answer.
Suddenly though, he let the pencil drop, catching it in his hand leaning forward. "Wait, I think I've seen you before. You ditch sometimes too right? Pretty sure we tried the same hiding spot once." Rys mentioned, though usually if people ended up ditching in the same place it wasn't like they made it a habit to strike up conversation. Ryszard just happened to recognize people in passing sometimes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 18:35:47 GMT
@ryszard , ♥Notes: None
THE CREEPER'S BLOOD IS STEEPING ━━
from this undead wooden headboard ▾ ▾ ▾ ▾ The two of them avoided the class and never once ran into each other, weird how it worked. Of course, the school was huge. So it wasn’t shocking that the two didn’t run into each other... Or did they? Suppose they could have passed by each other, just never noticed. Turning himself to face the other fully, he watched him balance the pencil on his nose silently.
“I’m Minh, not a fan of this class either” Minh admitted, “math is the worst”
When he asked about ditching, he thought a moment. Minh tried to think if they had possibly ran into each other, but he didn’t really know.
“I usually end up in the library, since it’s the least likely place to get caught. Nobody asks what you're doing, the librarian is too busy to bother with students. I just end up on the computer” he admitted, it was his ‘secret’ hiding spot.
“I try and stay in plain sight and nobody actually bothers to ask what your doing. Only on rare occasion will a teacher notice and ask what you're working on. Then you just have to tell a little white lie, they would leave you alone after normally” Minh pointed out, he didn’t really need to give this guy pointers… Though it was good advice normally, but maybe he also freeload the library.
Glancing up as he noticed the teacher hadn’t come in yet, if they were lucky they wouldn’t actually show up for class.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 22:18:51 GMT
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Rys groaned and nodded his head, "It really is the worst. I'm convinced it was invented as a method of torture." The male just sighed out dramatically before sitting up a bit more as his conversational partner fully turned around to face him. He mentioned usually ditching class to go to the library which Ryszard could only snort at. Like hell he was going to go to the library instead of class. He supposed at least there wasn't a teacher but he didn't really feel like being surrounded by books when he wasn't in class either.
"Yeah, I guess that's a good idea. Unless you know where to go and not get caught." A playful smirk crossed his lips as he leaned forward. "Course when the teachers trap you in the hallway before you even get a chance to think about ditching their class." He grumbled, making it rather obvious that was exactly what had happened to him today and that was why he was even in class at all. Sitting back in his chair again with his hands behind his head he glanced toward the door. "It would be our lucky day if our attendance threw the universe off and the teacher couldn't make it to class though." Looking at the clock at the front of the class he smirked, "Of course... We doooo always have time to disappear and not be in class at all."
Okay so maybe Rys was testing to see what Mihn would think of that. He was always down for ditching and besides this guy seemed like he could be interesting maybe. Anything was definitely more interesting than stupid math. It would be pretty hard for this guy to be worse than it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2017 10:40:46 GMT
@ryszard , ♥Notes: None
THE CREEPER'S BLOOD IS STEEPING ━━
from this undead wooden headboard ▾ ▾ ▾ ▾ “I think torture is a little less tedious” Minh pointed out, it was at least semi entertaining for one side of the party. Suppose math could be interesting for the teacher, somehow
but that escaped the youth.
Minh had read a lot since he came to the school, did he enjoy it? Sometimes, most the time he liked reading terribly written books. The types that would have ‘dick aneurysm’ and ‘he entered her, like she was a lottery.’ Suppose he’d have to shine some light on this for the guy, he didn’t know what he was missing out on. It was like a dumb joke book, something that he took a lot of pleasure in.
When he mentioned teachers trap, he sighed and nodded. The math teacher was a drag, Minh wished that more teachers would take after Kyrarei. Almost on que the teacher entered the room, of course they were not seated... Instead they were talking with one of the students, unsure what exactly it had been about.
“I can understand that guilt trip bullshit...” Minh agreed, although he was only guilt tripped into class once by a teacher into the class. Luckily, he was rather good at the game of cat and mouse… Probably because he knew everywhere to hide. When he mentioned getting out of class, he thought a moment before grinning.
“If a distraction were to come along that would take up most the class period, forcing the teacher’s focus on that problem. Then we could easily slip out of the classroom, the teacher would be too busy dealing with the problem” Minh pointed out, however he had to think of what sort of distraction he could stir up to throw the class off their trail. Glancing around at everything in the room, “that or if we had a hotheaded classmate who could throw a massive tantrum… That would be good too” he mentioned offhandedly. There was one guy he knew, but his rage had been in check. At least from what Minh knew, but he remembered the guy hulking out and destroying classrooms. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure how to trip the switch for him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2017 18:39:49 GMT
Help Me Get Away From Myself My Whole Existence Is Flawed
The black and redhaired male smirked at the suggestion of a distraction. "Now you're speaking my language." Rys mentioned in agreement wanting to get the hell out of there. Seriously whoever thought math up was definitely a sadist. While the male was all up for creating a distraction himself, that would more or less defeat the purpose since he was also one of the ones trying to slip out of here. Of course Minh had mentioned a classmate with a short temper and Ryszard smirked. He knew exactly who Minh was talking about. After all Rys had made trouble to the male in question before.
"You.... Are a genius my friend." Rys grinned before glancing around the classroom until he spotted the male. looking around his desk for something for a moment, he found what he was looking for. It was a small razor blade, the type one would typically use to cut boxes open. Looking toward Minh with a grin, Ryszard sliced his hand open, letting the blood pool up in his palm a bit before deciding it was enough. Manipulating it into a ball he fired it off toward the other kid, watching as it landed smack on his cheek. "And now..." He muttered under his breath.
The kid who had more or less been minding his own business, of course felt the wetness on his cheek and wiped at it. Looking at the red stain on his finger he let out a rather loud scream of profanities. Naturally the teachers attention was immediately drawn and as they made their way over the kid immediately stood up and flipped his desk over onto the poor student that was sitting in front of him. There he went. That uncontrollable rage.
Rys was obviously doing his best not to die of laughter as he looked toward Minh. "Kid hates blood." He mentioned before gesturing toward the door. "Shall we while the gettings good?" He mentioned, not really waiting as he assumed Minh would follow. The teacher was entirely distracted by the student who continued to yell and throw things, just missing Rys with a text book though he had thrown it in no direction in particular. Them ditch class also became a game of dodge the things that came flying at you.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 2:49:36 GMT
@ryszard , ♥Notes: None
THE CREEPER'S BLOOD IS STEEPING ━━
from this undead wooden headboard ▾ ▾ ▾ ▾ “I’m not a genius, I just know how these people work by now” after observing all the teachers, there were a select few teachers that were overwhelmed by students easily. The math teacher had the hardest job, as they seemed to be like a human more than others. Minh didn’t take much interest in figuring out their powers, he was much more interested in benefiting from exploiting their weakness.
When Rys brought the blade to himself, the Vietnamese boy knitted his brows together a little confused at what the other was up to. Until he watched it shoot out and hit the student in question, lifting his brows and watching the student’s reaction towards the blood on their cheek. A soft chuckle escaped Minh, the kid beginning to lose his absolute shit over a little bit of blood. Of course he stopped as to not draw attention towards him.
“That totally works, let’s get the hell outta here” Minh agreed, the two of them crept towards the door dodging the assorted mess of things being thrown around. One of the kid’s pencil’s hitting Minh in the back of the head, but not really anything else making it towards him.
The two of them escaped without any real injury, besides the bleeding on the other students hand.
Minh took out a finger pulse oximeter, it was the easiest way to ‘hurt’ himself without blades or other tools being found on him. Putting his finger in the device and allowing it to strike his finger quickly, he squeeze to get a bit of blood out before his own blood got to work at his new hole.
“Let me see your hand”
Taking the other’s hand and dripping a small amount of his blood. As soon as it touched, the blood began to foam and made a soft hissing before the blood began to mend at the other’s wound.
“Now, that the evidence is hidden, where would you like to go?”
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