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Post by marcus on Feb 10, 2010 21:12:07 GMT -5
Marcus walked up to the entrance to the school feeling more like he was walking into a mansion for some millionaire's party than a school for reforming homosexuals. "Woah. Big place. Kinda makes me feel a bit underdressed...", he muttered, looking around. <May as well make my presense known...>, he thought to himself, and continued walking. As he walked the grounds of the strange school, he couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be many students. More than he would have thought, at any rate. Marcus was so wrapped up in checking out his surroundings that it was a while before he realised that he had no clue where he was going! He decided to look for someone to help him find his way around.
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Post by hay on Feb 19, 2010 17:41:27 GMT -5
It had been a long week and Haylee was just ready for bed. She was exhausted but unfortunetly she had to go to class. She had gotten lost numerous times but it hadn't take to long for her to find her way around the school. Now as she walked her eyes down she knew she was heading in the right direction, and was ok at dodging people.
Haylee liked to keep her head down, her eyes averted from others, not to mention if she didn't look down she would probably trip over her own feet, actually that was a very likely thing to happen. At the time the only thing on Haylee's mind was to continue walking, just keep walking and get the day over with that was her goal for the day. One thing at a time, nice and easy.
It wasn't until she bumped into someone that she knew he was there. Tripping lightly she caught her balance only to find her books on the floor. Mumbling to the person she tripped into. "My bad sorry..." Knealing down she picked up her books, preparing to stand back up, though at this rate the way she had bended down her knees would pop or something forcing her to limp for a few hours, and that would be embaressing. So to save herself from more embaresment she stayed knealing for the moment, not looking to see if the person she had bumped into had left or not. |
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Post by marcus on Mar 1, 2010 21:21:29 GMT -5
Marcus turned around just in time to be bumped into by a strange girl. "... You should really watch where you're going.", Marcus said, his voice neither angry nor calm, "Not very many people like being run into, you know...". Marcus looked the girl over. Or, at least, tried. It was quite difficult to tell what she looked like with her knelt like some knight before a king... One thing, he knew for certain: This girl wasn't Maria. Not unless she'd dyed her hair blonde and bleached her skin recently... "Need a hand?", he asked, offering his hand to pull her up, "The name's Marcus Sumner. An I'm a bit lost...".
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