Make Your Mark

Mark Tiffany | 17 | Junior [Part of Harvest Academy]

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Neil had one goal in mind today: beat the fuck out of Allen's team! And the only way to do that is to rack up points and force-- err, encourage -- the students under his wing to participate in every team. He went all his way to buy a fake crown for this stupid faire, he might as well win. After b...

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A Quick Snooze | Open

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“Ugh, I hate this…” Claire sighed heavily as she leaned back in her chair at the library. She’d been stuck in there for the last four hours, textbooks surrounding her as she studied and completed various assignments for her classes. She made it a habit to stay on top of and even ahead of the class schedule, sometimes even studying the chapters for the following week. However, doing so always came at a cost and this time, it was her will to continue. 

“Maybe just a few minutes of rest will help…” She crossed her arms on the table she sat at and buried her head into the sleeves of her sweater. Her blue eyes fluttered closed and she gave one final sigh before she quietly drifted to sleep, the silence of the library contributing to a rather relaxing atmosphere perfect for a nap. She had said only a few minutes, but those few minutes turned into three hours. It would have gone longer until someone woke her up. She looked up at them groggily, rubbing her eye. 

“How long was I asleep…?”

The girl at the table in front of him had been totally conked since before Mark was even in the library. He hadn’t planned on spending more than about forty-five minutes tops, but time had gotten away from him (maybe in a library, that’s a good thing) and soon it was an hour and a half later. She was still asleep.

He hadn’t even meant to wake her up -- if she was napping in the library, maybe she really needed it -- but when he went to return the book he had borrowed for reference to the shelves, it slipped out of his hands and landed with a solid thud on the ground next to her chair.

He froze, ready for her to jolt awake and yell at him... But it must not have been quite loud enough for that, because instead she gave him a look he could only describe as ‘out-of-it’.

“Uh...” he pauses, eyes darting away from hers for a moment as he bends down to pick up the book he had dropped. “I’ve been here for over an hour, but you were asleep before I came in, so at least two hours? Probably?”

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Mark wasn’t quite sure what a dashing prince would look like, in Renaissance times, but this had to be close enough, right? Kind of like a knight, but with a crown? Right?

He didn’t really know. To be honest, Disney movies were his closest reference. Still, though, he thought he looked pretty good. At the very least, he blended in with the rest of the RenFaire crowd, if not so much being the odd one out of his own group. Oh well.

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Bttp: Light on your feet | M&M

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@marcusmarkandthefunkybunch The first day of the first semester and she was already running late. Marla skid around a hallway corner, ignoring yells of ‘slow down!’ and ‘watch it!’ as she just missed a group of girls sitting by their lockers. How she would have loved to have a spare first thing in the morning.

As Marla kept running she heard the bell chime. no no no nono nonono, She was so close! The Dance room nameplate was staring her in the face, someone started to close the door, and the teen somehow shoved her backpack in the lessening crack.

Had she made it?? Was she safe???? The door opened and she couldn’t help but grin at the teen that opened it. She leapt forward jumping on him, and pushing her way into the classroom in the process. She signed thank you again and again with a smile. Totally ignoring the staring students and faculty.

First day of the semester! As always, a chance for a new start. Which, to be honest, was kind of Mark’s idea behind taking this class. Dance may have seemed like an unusual pick, but that’s exactly why he chose it. Nothing like something completely new, right?

It looked like basically everyone was there. The bell had just chimed, and being closest to the door, the teacher had asked him to push it shut. He was just in the process of doing that when suddenly, a backpack.

In his surprise, he pulled it back open and was promptly jumped on. It had happened so fast -- they stumbled backward together into the classroom, and it took him a solid three seconds at least to figure out the girl was signing to him. Oh, crud.

“Aahah, you’re welcome?” it was a total shot in the dark, but she did look relieved. Now that she wasn’t, you know, colliding with him. “... Did you run here?”

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Pure Parkour || Lest & Mark

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“Awww…. come here, Domino,” he teased the kitten gently with a feather as it rolled around. Ever since he realized Frey and Jamie had been hiding a cat in their dormitory, he had taken every chance he could get to coax the cutie out of hiding. It approached curiously, reaching out to bat the feather a few times. After a minute or two of teasing the kitten, Lest put aside the feather and picked her up gently in both hands. “Upsie daisy, now! While your owners are out Domino, how’s about going on a trip?” 

“Aren’t you tired of being cooped up in here all the time?” It wasn’t like this was the first time he took the cat out… it just looked a little stuffy staying in the dorms all day and night. He could empathize, sincerely. He brought the cat up to his face and pouted playfully. It meowed and put a paw on his face in response, and he couldn’t help but widen his starry eyes. He gasped gently at the touch, as amusement danced over his face. “I have been blessed.”

“That settles it. I, Sir Lest Pastforiere, will take you where ever you please!” Lest set the kitten in a gym bag and strolled off to the front of the dorms. And that was pretty much it. Haha. “Okay, just kidding, your highness. We can’t go far from home, alright? So this is as far as I can take you.”

He watched carefully as Domino popped its head out of the gym bag. One paw out. And then the other. When all four touched the ground, she made a break for it– A fluff ball of a lightning bolt. He could feel his heart jump to his throat, before willing himself to calm down. “Wh– Hey! Domino… Get back here!” 

Lest’s dashed his heart out, praying for his legs to take off like the wind. And then there was a blur of blonde that obtruded his line of sight. Luckily, he could keep himself level headed, even at a time like this. “Excuse me– Sorry!” He swerved smoothly, right before he could hit the kid in a full body collision, and kept running. Turning his head to salute the kid, he tossed out an apologetic smile. “Sorry–! The cat’s out of the bag.”

He kept dashing further and further away from the dorm grounds. Though Lest had turned his head away, he called out into the wind to address the kid directly. “I’ll be back! Don’t tell the teach, okay?” 

With Julia’s constant... Shenanigans, Mark’s life was hardly ever dull. But normally if she wasn’t around, he could count on having a semi-boring day at least. After all, trouble didn’t follow him personally. He was sure of it. It just followed the people he hung around.

... So maybe actually he followed trouble instead? Oh...

Still. Generally speaking, abnormal things don’t just happen around him unless he’s gone looking for it. Or inviting it in, sort of like a vampire. So when he’s minding his own business, out on campus, and something that kind of looks like a ball of fluff? darts between his legs, he freezes. Before he can even process, he’s nearly slammed into by another student -- but smooooothly, the peril is barely avoided.

The cat’s out of the bag? Oh, so that’s what that was! No wonder he had an immediate urge to want to grab it. Mark watches the student pursue the tiny ball of fluff, before deciding... Well, he really liked cats. And besides, nobody on Earth has ever caught a cat that was running from them by themselves. It was like a law of the Universe. Cats are just smarter than humans.

“Wait up!” he calls out, sprinting to catch up and suddenly feeling very thankful his backpack wasn’t full of 30lb textbooks today. “If we work together you can get it back faster!”