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 Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 1:24 am
VANYA LARIONOV ▇ ▆ ▅ ▂ ▁[ Ваня Ларионов ] Life every man holds dear;
but the dear man holds ℌonor far more precious dear than life.
William Shakespeare
• • • [ Something drew his attantion away from the board. He paused from his writing and placed the writing utensil down, turning towards the empty space beside him. He was almost done writing the information down. "Hm? What is it?" he was silent as he listened to what seemed like silence. Ah, there was someone at the door. He turned to look for himself. "May I help you with something?" he asked, "If your a student for this class, you're free to sit down." He hadn't seen him during the other class sessions. He wasn't sure what the male would be doing here if he wasn't part of the class. ] • • •
ooc: I was so inactive in this group :'D
is to be what we pretend to be.
Socrates
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 1:29 pm
Sato let go of his ear when he was spotted at the doorway and they sprang back to their normal position on his head. The man he presumed to be harmless based on what he was saying and his attitude. He couldn't help noticing that the man's eyes seemed a bit intimidating. He wouldn't want someone like him catching him doing something he shouldn't be doing. He was thinking this is probably one of the classes he may had missed while he was lost around campus. "Um...yes, I'm a student of this class" he moved to go in the room then nervously walked over to a desk in the middle of the third row of desks. BloodxEagle Sato had nothing else to do so I figured he could come to this class.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 2:13 pm
VANYA LARIONOV ▇ ▆ ▅ ▂ ▁[ Ваня Ларионов ]Life every man holds dear;
but the dear man holds ℌonor far more precious dear than life.
William Shakespeare
• • • [ He looked at the ears on the male's head as they propped up. He had been told about them. He found them interesting. He turned to complete his writing as the student found a seat. The other male seemed to pick up on the fact that there wasn't assigned seating. Vanya looked between his notes and the board as he finished copying everything down. "The class won't start until a few minutes" he informed the student as he sat himself down in his chair. He fished out a book from his desk that he had been reading through and opened it to the page where his bookmark was peeking out. ] • • •
is to be what we pretend to be.
Socrates
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 2:38 pm
Sato unstrapped his bag and set it down on the floor then made sure he wasn't sitting on his fluffy tail. He looked back to the teacher when he was informed about when the class starts, "O-ok" he replied then leaned over to take out his notebook. He glanced back to the teacher noticing the man was taking out a book and figured the man will be reading it before class starts. Sato took out a pencil after opening up his notebook and started drawing to pass the time while also keeping him busy. He didn't mind the classroom silence because he likes quietness.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 3:32 pm
VANYA LARIONOV ▇ ▆ ▅ ▂ ▁[ Ваня Ларионов ]Life every man holds dear;
but the dear man holds ℌonor far more precious dear than life.
William Shakespeare
• • • [ Vanya minded his own business, busy with reading. He was having difficulty doing so. He swatted his hand in the air as if at a fly though there was none there. He dropped the book on the table upon feeling a light pull at his hair. He let out a sigh, leaving the book there before humoring his invisible companion. He just remained quiet, listening for a few seconds. Upon seeing that was all they had wanted to say, he went back to his book. The hair ties snapped, letting his hair down. He looked through his desk again, pulling out a simple necklace and sliding it on. He grabbed another set of hair bands and tied his hair again. ] • • •
is to be what we pretend to be.
Socrates
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 3:42 pm
Sato's left ear twitched as his animal instincts had sensed something at the front of the classroom that he couldn't see. He can see ghosts if concentrates hard enough, but he concludes it to be his over-imagination for situations like these. He actively ignored his instincts and avoided looking to the direction of the teacher. Sato continues on drawing like nothing had happened to the teacher.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:23 pm
VANYA LARIONOV ▇ ▆ ▅ ▂ ▁[ Ваня Ларионов ]Life every man holds dear;
but the dear man holds ℌonor far more precious dear than life.
William Shakespeare
• • • [ The ghost backed away from his desk when the necklace was on Vanya. It sat at one of the desks. Vanya was forced to listen to the ghost. At one of the spirit's suggestion, he felt troubled. He let out a sigh taking the necklace off and taking a note pad. He waved it to get the ghosts attention to come over. It came back, leaning over his shoulder as he started writing. ] • • •
is to be what we pretend to be.
Socrates
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 6:12 pm
Sato kept his eyes down on the notebook continued to move his pencil while trying his hardest to the voice that doesn't belong to the teacher. He knows what was going on is none of his business, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself by taking out his special earplugs and putting them in. He turned the page having to fill up the page with random drawings. Sato started to write words random ones and he may even be writing stuff that his rabbit ears pick up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 6:39 pm
VANYA LARIONOV ▇ ▆ ▅ ▂ ▁[ Ваня Ларионов ]Life every man holds dear;
but the dear man holds ℌonor far more precious dear than life.
William Shakespeare
• • • [ "Will you really stop ignoring me?" the child like voice asked. Vanya scribbled down a few words in response. "Okay, good" it replied with a laugh. "The others told me about you. Vanya, right? I didn't think you'd tie your hair up like a girl" they went on to say. Vanya looked a tad irritated before he quickly went on to writing. "Hey, I can always play with Mr. Rabbit if you act mean" Vanya let out a sigh before writing. "I accept your apology. I think your hair looked better down. Can you let it down?" Vanya complied and slid the hair ties off before writing. "Yes, very," the voice said as he read what Vanya wrote. ] • • •
is to be what we pretend to be.
Socrates
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:00 pm
Sato felt he had no choice, but continue to pretend he doesn't notice the ghost. He didn't want the teacher's effort to be vain and wondered if the man has to go through this all the time. He crossed out what he had wrote noticing he had written down what the ghost has said to the teacher. Sato has dealt with ghosts in the past because he is so easily frighten by them.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:33 pm
VANYA LARIONOV ▇ ▆ ▅ ▂ ▁[ Ваня Ларионов ]Life every man holds dear;
but the dear man holds ℌonor far more precious dear than life.
William Shakespeare
• • • [ "Can you draw like Mr. Rabbit? Draw me" the child urged him. Vanya navigated the pen across the pad. "That looks ugly" Vanya took slight damage from the criticism. "I think it looks fine!" another voice called out. "What are you doing here?" another ghost called out as it entered the room, "Vanya doesn't like being bugged in class." This new ghost sounded like he was about the same age as Vanya's students. "But... I don't like being ignored" the child whined. "He can talk to us later" the older ghost said, bonking the younger one on the head. Vanya wrote a few words down and both ghosts looked over to see what he wanted to say. The younger one laughed "You got scolded!" "You got scolded too," he countered. The older one pouted feeling upset before coming closer to Vanya. "I'll take care of him, 'kay?" the older ghost said with a smile. The ghost playfully twirled a strand of hair between his fingers. "You look weird with your hair down like this. I like it up" he muttered. "No, it's better down!" the child said. Vanya wrote some more words down. "Ah, yeah. We need to get out of here" one said. Despite his words, he looked reluctant to leave. "But I don't wanna go" the younger replied as the two left the room. ] • • •
is to be what we pretend to be.
Socrates
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:55 pm
Sato figured the ghost with the child-like probably had seen the drawings in his notebook before he had turned the page. He bit his bottom lip a little resist letting out a sigh of relief when the ghosts were gone. It was an unsettling to him to find out there are ghosts in this school. He set down his pencil to rub the back of his ears for a moment because they were feeling a little sore from sleeping on them by accident.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 8:40 pm
VANYA LARIONOV ▇ ▆ ▅ ▂ ▁[ Ваня Ларионов ]Life every man holds dear;
but the dear man holds ℌonor far more precious dear than life.
William Shakespeare
• • • [ He didn't bother to tie his hair again. Vanya was about to go back to reading when he heard the student let out a sigh. He looked up as the boy was feeling his ears. "Are you fine?" he asked. He was thinking that perhaps it was because of the spirits but he didn't want to jump to assumptions. He didn't know if the student was aware of spirits. Vanya was strict about ghosts in the class room. They usually did help if students were off track. Ultimately, he didn't want any silly rumors about the class being haunted floating about. ] • • •
is to be what we pretend to be.
Socrates
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 9:47 pm
Sato looked up to the front of the classroom at the teacher when heard the question and removed his hands from his ears. He noticed the man has willing kept his hair down instead of tying it back up again. "Uh, yes. Their just a little sore" he answered which was true. He decided not to mention he can sense, hear and maybe even see the ghosts.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 10:50 pm
VANYA LARIONOV ▇ ▆ ▅ ▂ ▁[ Ваня Ларионов ]Life every man holds dear;
but the dear man holds ℌonor far more precious dear than life.
William Shakespeare
• • • [ "I see..." he said. When the student said "they're" he assumed it was the ears. There wasn't really anything he could do to help with sore ears. He lightly brushed his long hair behind him to drape over the chair behind him. He tore out the pages he wrote on and trashed them. He lifted his book and resumed his reading. ] • • •
is to be what we pretend to be.
Socrates
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