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Post by Razgat on Jan 24, 2014 0:19:06 GMT -5
Blue Bell High School was just a normal high school in a normal town called Mayfield...or so they thought.
"Role call! Everyone pay attention!" Ms. Mirium sat at the corner of her desk, shuffling through papers, trying to find the attendance sheet. "Let's get this semester started. Evangeline Ev-"
"This is stupid," John thought to himself as he laid his head on his arms crossed over his desk. "Every semester is the same. Nothing ever happens. This is just a boring school, in a boring town..."
*THUMP*
Was that Evangeline's face slamming on her desk? Is she THAT bored?
"Jenny Jenkins.......Jenny Jenkins....hm, that's a new name. Oh, right! That's the new student. I'm sure the principal is showing her around. She should be here any minute." Ms. Mirium glanced at her watch. "Well, we'll just move on with role call for now."
New student? We haven't gotten a new student the entire time I've gone here. I can already here everyone else talking about it. Is that really the most exciting thing to happen?
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Ms. Mirium, I hope I'm not interrupting, but I've brought the Ms. Jenkins by." Principal Piper stepped into the room.
'Oh, no, I was just starting. Bring her in."
A young, freckled red head stepped through the door. She put on a big smile and waved a little. "Hi! I'm Jenny!"
"Nice to meet you, Jenny. Why don't you go ahead and take a seat. I can take it from here, Mr. Piper. Thanks." Ms. Mirium went to start the normal homeroom lecture.
She's pretty cute, I guess. Not really normal to see someone dressed in such a...western way, I guess. She seems nice enough. John turned to take a quick peek, but saw that Jenny seemed to be completely zoned out. Her eyes were the scary part though. They looked like they were about to drift off her face. Nevermind...not cute anymore. Just creepy...
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Meanwhile, in a senior homeroom class.
"Hey, Rose, I've got the latest for the new semester. Wanna hear?" Mary Sue leaned in close to Rose with an excited expression. She had been doing a lot of digging over the break.
"Sure, why not?" Rose sighed. There was really no stopping her.
"Alright. Sarah Sundry broke up with Tommy Tusker because she caught him texting flirty stuff to Penelope Prune, and then Tommy and Penelope started dating, and then Sarah got jealous and told everyone Penelope had an STD, but they're still together. Then Amy Anders got pregnant, but she doesn't know if it was Drake Darwin or Jake Juvy, so that's just a whole big mess. Then Mike Mukovich is getting a scholarship to MSU for basketball, and it looks like he'll be a pretty impressive addition. Oh, and there's some girl in the freshman class, Suzie Silver, who thinks she can replace you when you graduate, but she's not really that pretty, and I heard she had a nose job. Oh, and there's this new girl, Jenny Jenkins, who transferred as a Junior-"
"Jenkins? Was that her name?"
"Yeah, why, do you know her or something?" Mary Sue looked expectantly towards Rose, hoping to get some info.
"No...just...new girl, huh? Just catching her name." Rose continued to stare forward, maintaining her composure. "Hm..."
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 24, 2014 0:41:34 GMT -5
Don Draco popped his feet up on his desk as the rest of the class filed in and linked his hands behind his head. Fire danced over his forked tongue and he smiled, showing a little too much teeth. Another year, another step towards total control over Blue Bell High. He was going to beat that insufferable Mary Sue Smith for student council president this year – he could feel it. Once she was down off her high horse, there wouldn’t be anything or anyone to stop Don…
“…Draco?” Mr. Flick (Finnigan Flick, if you’re wondering) glanced up from his roll sheet. “Donald Draco?” He pronounced it as “Dracko”.
“Don Draco,” he corrected with a curt nod. “Nice ta meetcha, teach.”
“Feet on the floor, Mr. Draco.”
Feeling conciliatory, Draco obliged and put his shiny black shoes on the floor, although did not correct his slumped posture.
“We’re not gonna have any problems this semester, Mr. Draco, are we?”
Don shrugged. “I suppose that depends on how everyone acts, don’t it?”
“Indeed,” Mr. Flick monotoned. They shared a brief stare-down before he moved on to the next name. Little did he know that Don Draco already had the answers to the next five tests tucked away in his suit pocket.
Oh yeah. A good year.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jan 24, 2014 0:42:28 GMT -5
Suddenly there came a sound from the vents. A terrible sound like the 'click' 'clack' of razor sharp claws scraping across metal. A long, hissing shriek began to emanate from the vent grill situated just above the blackboard at the front of the classroom.
Several students not enraptured in their mundane, soulless adolescent conversations began to glance around nervously.
There was a loud clanking sound as if something big was running through the walls, the shriek getting louder by the minute.
"Does...does anyone else hear that?" a random student asked aloud.
More students took notice now, listening in mounting horror as the sounds grew louder and closer.
THen they stopped.
"Well that was weir-"
BANG!
THe vent grill burst off of the ceiling with a loud screeching sound, clashing to the ground and sending several band kids into asthmatic fits.
And then a velociraptor dropped out of the ceiling.
The dinosaur hissed loudly, reptilian eyes sweeping around the room, razor sharp teeth bared. Its sharp talons reached forward....and up to adjust the collar on his suit.
"Good morning students," he said, fanged maw curving up into a pleasant smile. "I am Mr. Cretaceous, your homeroom teacher. Please quiet down now so that morning announcements can be heard."
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Post by Razgat on Jan 26, 2014 1:51:25 GMT -5
DING DING DING
Good morning, students, this is Principal Piper for the morning announcements. We'd like to welcome you back for the new school year, and we'd also like to welcome some fresh young faces to their first year of high school. All schedules should have been sorted out, but if there are any problems, please report to room 104. Your homeroom teachers should be able to answer any questions you have. We hope you all have a great first day. This concludes the morning announcements.
DING DING DING
All the students began to shuffle out to head over to their first class or find their lockers. Some socialized with friends, catching up after not seeing each other over a long summer. John, on the other hand, usually just headed straight there. He would sometimes see some people he knew that he would talk to, but he'd figure that out later. This time however...
"Milkduds! It won't open!"
John heard what sounded like metal rattling. He saw that the new girl was having trouble getting her locker open. "Hey, need some help with that?"
She turned excitedly with a wide smile. "Really!? You'd help? I've tried three times already, but it won't turn."
"Let me try. Maybe I can get it." He set his book bag down and turned to mess with the lock. Jenny had a piece of paper with her new code on it that she handed over. "Seems like it's just stubborn. You probably just have to be really precise or something...Got it!"
He pulled it open and stepped aside to let Jenny in. "You just need to make sure you line it up ri-"
He trailed off when he saw that Jenny was making that weird face he saw her do in class. He tapped her on the shoulder, thinking that maybe she just zoned out. Nothing. He tried grabbing her shoulder and shaking her gently. "Hey." He waved his hand in front of her, but she was completely absent.
"You...don't need a nurse or...anything?" This was starting to get creepy.
"My locker! You got it!" Jenny piped up, her pupils back in place. "Thanks." It was like nothing had happened at all.
"Um...ooookay. No problem." John shuffled off, a little creeped out by the experience.
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 26, 2014 2:16:15 GMT -5
While the majority of the students shuffled along, Don headed right for the Library knowing that she would be in her usual desk, reading instead of actually doing work. But hey, he didn't judge. Especially not when she could be potentially useful.
"Edie, baby," he greeted a little too loudly for a library. "It's your boy, Don. How you doin' this year?"
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Mr. Flick started to get his papers in order for his first class, when he heard some of the students murmuring in the hall.
"Yeah...I swear!"
"No way."
"Totally. Friend of mine's ex girlfriend's cousin is in that class."
"Bull."
"I swear!"
"A velociraptor? What is, an anime?"
Mr. Flick was suddenly on high alert.
"Yeah, uh...econ or something useless like that."
This was it! This was his chance. He stood abruptly and produced a rather large hunting crossbow from underneath his desk. He put on one of the hats big game hunters wear and vaulted over his desk, revealing that he was, in fact, wearing cargo shorts and a generally dressed to hunt.
Little did the student body know that, by day, he was Mr. Flick, Sophomore homeroom teacher and (I don't know, what does he teach? Biology?) biology teacher - but at night, and when no one was looking, he was Finnigan Flick: Dinosaur Hunter.
No one seemed to bat an eye at the strangely dressed teacher creeping through the halls, fitting a sleeping dart into a large crossbow.
"I've got you now," he muttered as he crept closer to the Economics room.
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Post by Razgat on Jan 26, 2014 18:52:03 GMT -5
Edie sighed heavily as she turned a page. "What do you want? I'm kin of busy here." She didn't even look up from her book.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jan 26, 2014 19:59:51 GMT -5
"Well, everyone come in and sit down." Cameron said, welcoming the new -and from the looks of it foreign- student towards an empty desk.
"This is Economics class, for those of you who are still hopelessly lost in this school after four years," Several students stood up and left with embarrassed shuffles. "Right. I suppose we can begin."
He went into lecture mode, which involved a lot of pacing at the front of the class and placing his monocle on. "Economics. THe study of the inner workings of the economy and how it works. A truly important field of study. After all, he who controls the economy controls the universe-" Cameron stopped, a sudden chill settling over him.
It was a feeling he thought he'd never feel again. THe feeling of being hunted. Somehow there was a hunter here in the school. He was just lucky that a very keen sixth sense was one of his 100 velociraptor powers.
"Er....study hall!" He called, then leaped back up into the ceiling.
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 26, 2014 20:35:58 GMT -5
"Gotcha!" Finnigan Flick whipped around the corner, loosing a bolt as he did so. He reloaded and fired in the direction of the teacher's desk. Only when the second bolt buried itself in the whiteboard did he notice the student slump out of his seat, a bolt embedded deep in his deck.
"Er. Don't worry," Mr. Flick announced to the stunned classroom. "He's not dead. Not yet anyway. But uh. Someone should take him to the nurse's office. Like right now."
He disappeared back out into the hall, muttering to himself. How could he have forgotten about the legendary Velociraptor sixth sense? Back in his class, he slammed the crossbow down onto his desk, alarming some of the students who had arrived early. "Oh right. Uh, what am I teaching?" He spun around to see 'Biology 1001' written on the board. "Oh yeah. Biology."
He stood up to begin lecturing when a student raised her hand.
"Yes?"
"Uh, Mr. Flick, what's the crossbow for?"
He blinked. Looked at her. At the crossbow. Then back at her. "What crossbow?" He quickly pulled a rolled-up chart down from the ceiling, displaying a cross-section of a velociraptor. "We'll begin the class with a lecture on the anatomy of the greatest predator of all time."
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Don settled into a seat opposite her. He couldn't see her face, but that didn't stop him. "I got a client- into some weird music. Looking for some new stuff. I figured you'd be the right girl to go to - I bet you can get me some stuff that's never even touched the ears of humans, what with your Music Underground connections."
He ran his finger through his slicked-back hair. "So whatdaya say? You do me a favor, I do you a favor, eh?"
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Post by Squ on Jan 27, 2014 9:49:56 GMT -5
Kayle Eaphrunn the Ordinary Senior let out a sigh. He was beginning to wonder if he was the only sane person in the school. Or worse, maybe he was the crazy one. Either way, he currently sat in a room full of his aimlessly chatting peers, apparently the only individual concerned with the facts that, first, their teacher was apparently a raptor in a suit, second, that he apparently traveled via the air ducts, and third, he was being hunted by another teacher. A teacher that had just shot a student with a crossbow.
Suddenly remembering that there was a student with a crossbow bolt in his neck and realizing that nobody had bothered to get up to help him, Kayle figured he should probably try and take the kid to the nurse. He stood up, but heard another sound inside the vents and after a few seconds a man dropped out of the ceiling. Kayle immediately recognized the man as "Big" Jack Bossman, the mysterious, bearded, eyepatch-wearing, middle-aged guy who was always at the school, but didn't seem to actually work there.
Keeping crouched, Jack approached Kayle and demanded, "Who are the Patriots?!?" Kayle shrugged. He had heard Big Bossman ask this question to several students before, though he had no idea why.
"I don't know," the 17-year old replied, "they're, like, a football team or something, right?" Bossman narrowed his eyes.
"You win this round... Squid." He slowly crouch-walked over to a desk on the far side of the room, sat down, retrieved a cigar from the chest pocket of his camo-print jacket, lit it, and began smoking in the middle of the classroom.
Kayle watched him as he lit up. Jack frequently referred to students by the names of various animals. Apparently Kayle was a squid. He took another moment to contemplate the bewildering behavior of the adults in this school, which caused him to once again recall the injured student on the ground. He made his way over to where that student was lying, and saw that the boy did not look good. Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to carry the guy by himself, he did the logical thing. He grabbed his classmate by the ankles and started to pull.
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 27, 2014 21:16:15 GMT -5
Kayle only made it a short way to the nurse's office before he was confronted by two imposing figures both covered from head to toe in hazmat suits, one bright yellow, and the other a dull green.
"That's far enough, human adolescent," the yellow-suit announced, his voice muffled somewhat by the suit. "Your companion is obviously very, very ill." His name tag said Gleezax-GRS4-C4 Steve.
"Quite far enough," agreed the dull green one whose tag said Pluurzak-EE45-LLHector. "In fact, we must assume that you are both contaminated as well."
"We must. Initiate quarantine procedure 7-RL3."
"Initiated." 'Steve' hefted the injured student over his shoulder while 'Hector' seized Kayle and hauled him away.
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Post by Razgat on Jan 27, 2014 23:58:35 GMT -5
Edie rolled her eyes and flipped through another page. "Try the CD section in the back. That's where I dump my CDs and records when I don't care for them anymore. They're still pretty newish, just too old for me. You can repay me by not bothering me anymore. I've got work to do." Edie continued to do nothing.
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"Ehmigawd!"
Mary Sue Smith strutted down the halls with two of her lackeys to her sides. She had a bright, preppy smile plastered on her face that didn't move a muscle. Not even a twitch. Her eyes, on the other hand, darted all over the place, continuously watching other students and looking back to her cell phone, which her thumbs twiddled madly on.
"Mary Sue, you know that new girl, Jenny? She's kinda pretty. She should introduce herself to us." The blonde lackey leaned over Mary Sue's shoulder, hoping to catch a peek of her phone.
"Ehmigawd, Cindy, you can't just expect someone to come up to you. That's, like, totally rude! We should introduce ourselves."
"Ooooh my gosh, you are so right, Mary Sue." The brunette lackey, Heather, kept her distance behind her. She knew not to press her luck. She wouldn't want to end up like Emily...
"I know I am. Like, where would you guys be without me? Oh, look, there she is! Oh, Jenny! Heeeeeey!" Mary Sue skipped towards Jenny, who had been walking towards her class.
"Huh?" Her eyes darted up, ready for action, but she eased up when she saw who it was. "Hello..."
Mary Sue gave Jenny a big hug. "Heeeeeey, guuuuurl!" She stopped hugging, but she remained fairly close, preventing her from escaping. Her lackeys did the same. "Sooo I hear you're new here! Well, I'd just like to introduce myself! My name's Mary Sue Smith, and I'm Student Council President-"
"Three years in a row"
"Fourth one coming"
"Girl's stop!" She chuckled, waving off the compliment. "But it's true. I am planning to win again. Sigh, it's such a hassle, but this school would be sooo lost without me." She made a pouty face. "Anyway, with me being *ahem* president, I thought it only fair that I come to you and held you out."
"Um...help me with what?" Jenny had her arms crossed, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Make friends, or course, silly! I mean it's so sad not having any friends. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you're pretty and all, but, like, being alone is hard, ya know? I mean no boy's gonna want you if you keep acting like that, so it's only natural that I'd help."
"Such a saint"
"A modern Joan of Arc"
"I know. Anyway-" Mary Sue stopped dead in her tracks with a disgusted look on her face. "What on Earth is that!?"
Jenny's face had gone cow.
"Ew, is she having an episode?" Cindy and Heather stepped back. "Let's get away from here."
"You're right, girls. You never know when it might be contagious." Mary Sue turned with a huff and stomped off to make her usual rounds, leaving Jenny behind.
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 29, 2014 21:23:24 GMT -5
"Done deal, Edie-baby." Don shot her a nice wink that she ignored and swaggered on back to the weirdly out-of-place CD rack in the school library. Just reading the names of some of these bands made him cringe: Sixteen Drunks; Clockblocked; Let Me Tell You About My Cats; Fun.; A is For... Just as the urge to belt fire all over the terrible mockery of music overtook him, he snatched the nearest disc. Melting music wouldn't keep him in the already lukewarm graces of the Music Underground.
"Jump for Tundra," he muttered and made a face. "Kids these days." With the music pocketed, he strolled out of the library and into the hall, just in time to see Kayle get dragged away by the nurses.
Not wanting to be caught as well, he turned down a hall in time to run into Mary Sue and her hangers-on.
"Why hello there, Student Council President. Or should I say: Future-Ex-Student Council President?"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Feb 11, 2014 15:52:10 GMT -5
Cameron's head slowly lowered back into the classroom from his hiding place in the ceiling vent. "Is he gone? Ah, good." He dropped down and took his place back behind his desk. Most of the students were staring at him in confusion or at the open door in horror.
"Sir...Kayle took one of the students to the nurses office but he hasn't come back yet." A random student said. Cameron sighed.
"I guess I'll have to go look for him then." He stuck his head out the door and looked down the hallway, just in time to see Kayle get hauled off by two men in hazmat suits. "Oi! Where are you going with my student!"
Cameron charged down the hall after them.
Silence descended once more on the classroom.
"We're never actually going to learn in this class...are we?"
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 12, 2014 1:22:11 GMT -5
Pluurzak-EE45-LL Hector exchanged a quick glance with Gleezax-GRS4-C4 Steve before facing Cameron. "Please return to your class, curiously anachronistic reptile. Both of these human children are clearly very sick and require immediate medical attention."
"And we are such medical attention-givers," 'Steve' announced, turning in such a way as to hide the crossbow bolt jutting from the one student's neck.
"Yes," 'Hector' agreed. "We attended your inferior human medical places of study and found them wanting. Regardless, we will heal these human adolescents in such a manner as you have never before witnessed with your reptilian eyes."
A previously hidden door opened up and the two hazmat suit-clad nurses handed their captives sick and/or injured students to a third like them, whose nametage read Joovvark-MBQ2-99Tony.
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