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anyone want to plot anything at all feel free to PM me i have some peeps i want to approach already so heh
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Reblog with your name and the name your parents almost gave you in the tags
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If you are using a name you picked yourself, use the name you went with and the name you almost went with.
since i figured out how to reply on the desktop finally ( i just had to update xkit ) i can trim posts here all the time! however, on mobile which im on more often i still wont be trimming posts if we’re rping something long i’ll be sure to slap a read more on it. if its short, i hope its not too much trouble asking my partner to shorten it for me >>:
anyway, thats all!
covteau:
★ – dax rolls his eyes at a juvenile mistake. and just because he doesn’t like the little bastard’s tone, he marks the page with big strokes. c+. for a moment, he pretends not to hear her snide–yet, playful–comment. an eyebrows arches at the next student’s daring use of vocabulary. does she have to remind him? top-of-the-class, everly sinclair, with her pretty looks and bitchy attitude. typical. dax has knowledge of her string of partners–weapons that couldn’t resonate their souls with hers. couldn’t make them dark enough to match. this information sits on his tongue, eagerly.
tch, he clicks. “think you’re forgettin’…” as he speaks, he doesn’t lift his gaze to her. his tongue runs across each pointed tooth. another essay makes it to the new stack. “i’ve always been right behind ya.”
Letting her red pen drop onto her unfinished stack and lifted both arms for a stretch. Her long brown locks falling down her back as she did so. She could see him, mulling over something. Arms back down onto the table she propped her head up with her palms.
Did he just click his tongue at her? How rude. Placing down the essay in his hand he spoke up about being behind her, always.
“How could I forget, so close but never quite there.” Leaning back now she picked up her own stack before her she smiled behind the papers. There was something pleasing about his cocky attitude.
covteau:
★ – his eyes flicker to her wavering wrist, and follow the path of her arm. collarbone. chest. something clicks, triggers heat in his cheeks and hairline. dax jerks his neck to the side, keeping his faint blush out of view.
“hey, you sayin’ i’m dishonest?” his voice is sharp, though he means well. his spiteful smirk shrinks when she’s not looking, nervously as he finds the hidden irony. “okay. i admit, i bullshitted my way through a few tests.” his muttering excuse for an attempt at small talk only dries his throat. a pen cap against his lips shuts him up, for now.
Everly bit down onto her lower lip as she turned her attention back towards the papers. It was an essay for heavens knows what. It wasn’t interesting, the grammar was poor. For all she knew it was written by a slug. It managed to scrape by with a C.
Her stab at his dishonesty was apparent, causing him to speak up about it. It was quickly followed up with him openly coming to terms with it.
“I know full well you’ve faked your way through tests.” Her tongue stuck out at him slightly. “Even with a meister you’d never be superior to me.”
covteau:
★ – jesus… he barely hisses through his teeth. stacks of paper clutter the tabletop–and for a moment, he feels empathetic. the chair scrapes against the tile as he pulls it out. “at this fuckin’ rate…” he exhales, slouching.
“don’t just stare at me. hand me some, would you?”
Her left hand lazily scribbled a letter grade at the top of a page. It was followed by a heavy sigh. The sound of the chair didnt caused her to look up again.
For someone known to be well, almost her perfect match. Everly didn’t see it. He offered to help, something she might not have done herself. Pointing at the stack before him she cracked a small smile.
“Go crazy, Stein said grade them honestly as a graduate of the school. I might throw up if i have to actually read any more of these.”
naiiveties:
HE WAS DOING WHAT!?
❝ Did.. did you really hear him say that? He was lying to me?.. ❞
Nothing to fear right Patty was a sweet weapon.
“Right now I never said I heard him personally. It was merely a rumor. The teachers here can be chatty. They love a bit of gossip here and there.” Clearing her throat she looked around.
“Really though. I have no idea. Ive heard all kinds of things about Miss Koala though. Her tea might be drugged you should keep a better eye on Mr. Graffiey.”
uhhhm small thing, I'll be on mobile a lot! So occasionally I'll be unable to shorten my own posts.. it used to be easy but then even tumblr.com mobile updated. My html skills have become pointless haa. If you read this then I apologize in advance for how my posts look! All mobile posts will be tagged as #mobile; so you know I can't shorten them u v u
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★ – only two faint brushes of his knuckles against the classroom door signal his entry. without a word, he lets himself through the meager space where door meets frame. his free hand rubs the back of his neck. “ev, you got those papers graded yet? stein’s askin’ about ‘em.”
A soft knock was enough to startle her. Knee deep in over due papers. Papers that were supposed to be graded weeks ago. I’m busy he said, Ive got some important stuff to do he said. What luck, to assist the great and mighty Stein.
"The pile is forever, maybe they’re curse to never be completed? I feel like i’ve been grading papers for fifteen years.” She’s delusional, someone help her.
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❝ HAVE YOU SEEN MY GIRAFFE, MISS SINCLAIR? ❞
Mr. Giraffey didn’t come home last night.. He said he was off for tea with Miss Koala, but Patty wasn’t so sure that he was being honest…
“Mr Giraffey? I haven’t seen him at all. Perhaps him and Miss Koala ran off to get married. I heard they’ve been considering eloping.”