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Feb 16, 2008 18:29:12 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Feb 16, 2008 18:29:12 GMT -5
Lunch was about to start. Only in a few moments, though Dita found himself already in the cafeteria sitting at a table. It was the new school year...and he wasn't sure if he would get into any sort of trouble for it..but his day had already been pretty hectic...and this seemed like it was going to be his get-away from now on.
Aside from his free periods.
He sat there with a note book opened in front of him. Mostly doodling and taking down small notes, his own little thoughts about the school, the students and some of the teachers.
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Lunch
Feb 17, 2008 13:44:01 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Feb 17, 2008 13:44:01 GMT -5
Asenath moved into the cafeteria, returning the greetings of those around her with smirks and small waves. There wasn't really that many students there yet, so it was a little empty...which was fine with her.
Instead of making her way over to the long staff table, she leaned against a wall near the doors languidly. A lot of the fights happen when the students first come in, so...she would have to keep an eye out.
Hopefully it was too early in the year for fighting.
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Feb 17, 2008 14:35:16 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Feb 17, 2008 14:35:16 GMT -5
Dita was scribbling in his note book, humming to himself when he saw professor Asenath enter. It was because of those fights Dita normally sat near the staff lunch table or even as far away from the entrance as possible.
Politely he bowed his head to the white haired professor. He lowered his head a little as though he went back to reading..but he was still looking at her. He just tried not to make it so..obvious.
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Feb 19, 2008 14:48:13 GMT -5
Post by simonmagwitch on Feb 19, 2008 14:48:13 GMT -5
"Excuse me, Prof. Asenath, sir. Can I speak with you for a moment?" Kit asked, walking up to the snow-haired survival instructor. He smoothed a few wrinkles out of the shoulders, waiting for a response. He stood with his legs shoulder width apart and his hands behind his back, an envelope in one hand. Absently, his tails swished behind him.
He had just arrived a few hours ago, having received his schedual shortly thereafter. He had asked to be included with the Junior/Senior Survival class with the Professor, but they had still placed him in the normal Freshman/Sophomore class. He was wondering if he had been declined, or if it had missed. With a glance around the fairly empty cafeteria, his eyes fell momentarily on Dita, who's eyes had fallen on Prof. Asenath. He blinked, wondering for a second who the other boy was. He recognised him vaguely from last year, but couldn't place a name...
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Feb 19, 2008 15:21:58 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Feb 19, 2008 15:21:58 GMT -5
Dita saw Kit enter and when he did, his eyes went back down to his notepad completely. It bothered him if people noticed things he tried to conceal, but it was nothing. He felt a little rude as it were.
Silently he went back to writing in his note book. His whole attention focused on the writing.
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Feb 20, 2008 1:10:32 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Feb 20, 2008 1:10:32 GMT -5
Hm?
Asenath's eyes turned to the canis when he addressed her, her lips curving into her usual smile. She had heard he had gotten into the school, and it pleased her. Attending here would be good for him, she was certain of that.
"Ah, Mr. Maxwell," she greeted good-naturedly, a slight teasing note present in her voice. "It's good to see you well."
And here...
"Certainly, is there something you need?"
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Feb 20, 2008 9:36:34 GMT -5
Post by simonmagwitch on Feb 20, 2008 9:36:34 GMT -5
He faultered, looking back quickly from the familiar student to the professor. His back straightened, somehow, even more under her scrutiny. "Yes. I requested..." He started, but realized he was speaking too loudly. "I requested to be placed in the Junior/Senior Survival class instead of the normal Freshman/Sophomore one, and well... I was wondering if that was a clerical error or if I was declined for it..."
The tip of his tail flicked nervously, making him want to clamp a foot down on the emotive appendage. He felt out of place here, in uniform no less. Last year, with that week of unofficial attendence, he had picked up a sense of being an outsider. Still, he had been accepted somehow, and he took that fact as proof of his belonging.
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Feb 21, 2008 11:15:16 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Feb 21, 2008 11:15:16 GMT -5
Asenath's calm smile of pleasant amusement remained, her arms crossed light over her chest as he leaned against the wall near the entrance. She had heard of Kit's request, but had yet to make a clear decision.
"Students take Survival every year, Mr. Maxwell," Asenath began easily. "If you transfer to the junior/senior class now, you'll have it three years in a row."
Even though he had already taken the freshmen/sophomore Survival class, she did things with her sophomores that was different from her freshmen, challenged them differently. So there would still be new material for him to learn.
"Why are you so eager in this?"
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Feb 21, 2008 11:27:46 GMT -5
Post by simonmagwitch on Feb 21, 2008 11:27:46 GMT -5
"Actually, I was wanting to remain in the Sophomore class as well, sir. It's a skill set very important to me." He kept at attention but seemed to avoid eye contact. "I plan on making it my specialty once I graduate..."
He had left a few things unsaid, and while he was sure he was as transparent as day under her view, he hoped she wouldn't call him out on it. He physically grasped his tail to stop the annoying swish as he stood, the envelope crinkling in his other hand.
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Feb 21, 2008 11:43:23 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Feb 21, 2008 11:43:23 GMT -5
Dita listened to their conversation silently. Even to the blue haired boy it was obvious why the Canis wanted to be in both her classes.
"It's rude to be nosy..." He whispered to himself. It wasn't any of his business, but he couldn't help. He listened to everything and heard everything that went on. He knew about almost everything and what he didn't know he could find out.
Feeling a little rude, perhaps even a little bothered the boy picked up his notebook and went over to a table that was just a little farther from the two. A small piece of paper getting left on the table. he didn't realize.
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Feb 21, 2008 13:13:19 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Feb 21, 2008 13:13:19 GMT -5
Asenath paused, regarding him with amusement for a silent moment. She then moved from the wall, touching his shoulder as she passed him.
"Sure thing, Maxwell, just let me know if it becomes a problem and I'll transfer you out."
Survival usually lasted for many hours, after all, which was why it was on the weekends. Oftentimes students are required to spend the night in the forest, so he was giving himself little time for rest after the long school week.
But if it was what he wanted.
"I could use a hand, anyway. I trust you'll help me out when I need it?"
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Feb 22, 2008 1:31:04 GMT -5
Post by simonmagwitch on Feb 22, 2008 1:31:04 GMT -5
"Absolutely, sir." He smiled, turning to keep his facing to her as she went. She could feel his shoulder tighten severely under her touch. He tried desperately to keep his tail from wagging like it were caught in a windstorm.
"Umm, while I have you, do you think you could take a look at my proposal sometime?" He asked further, holding out the large manila envelope finally. It had the weight of several sheets of paper, and the words 'Student Disciplinary Body' were written on the front in clean, tidy lettering.
Avoiding eye contact led his eyes anywhere but the professor's, landing in this instance directly on Dita's lost piece of paper...
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Feb 26, 2008 12:59:14 GMT -5
Post by Bharune on Feb 26, 2008 12:59:14 GMT -5
"Oh, sure thing," Asenath responded with a smile, turning to look at him as she took the envelope.
"This seems like a good prospect, Maxwell," she commented easily, knowing the general idea of his proposition. "It's a big school and I'm only one person, after all."
And she had the feeling this was going to be an interesting year...
"I'll check it out today and let you know my thoughts during dinner, how does that sound?"
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Feb 27, 2008 12:02:47 GMT -5
Post by simonmagwitch on Feb 27, 2008 12:02:47 GMT -5
"Yes sir." He smiled, snapping off a sharp salute as he turned on his heel and stalking off towards Dita's recently abandoned table. He released his tail, the appendage taking the opportunity to shake about behind him as he walked.
That went well. He thought, passing the table and deftly swiping the sheet. It had caught his eye while speaking to the professor, and it would drive him insane if he didn't investigate it. He kept walking, reading as he moved towards the exit.
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Feb 28, 2008 17:06:31 GMT -5
Post by Ces yeux on Feb 28, 2008 17:06:31 GMT -5
Dita was sitting there silently still writing in his notebook, he started singing as he wrote.
"Those boon times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust The red isn't the red we painted Its... just.... rust"
Swaying his head side to side, he turned bright red. Slamming his head down onto the table he laughed lightly realizing though he seemed alone, it was funny was all...
The paper the kit picked up from the table had words written in purple ink, but as soon as hands not Dita's own touched it, the words seem to vanish.
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