ıllıllı нeтalιa world acadeмy | rp ıllıllı

Hawkspark · Dec 10th 2014

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Elizabeta was all very confused, to put it simply. The small and alert chirp from Gilbird was all reliving though, as the bird wasn't crushed. She watched dizzily as Gilbert scrambled to his feet, his face bright red. "Thanks..." she said quietly as she took his hand and stood back up, letting her hand drop back to her side "I hope you know that I would've won, because... I would've," she tried making the moment less awkward than it already was, but blatantly failed. Eliza didn't want to meet his gaze either, to put it straight. As the students rushed into class she widened her eyes and turned around on her heel "I have to go... I've got history. See you later." she said one last goodbye before dashing to World History.

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He tapped his pencil on his history notebook, earning him several glares from some focusing students. "Yeah, we could get him. So it would be you, me, Feli, and now Arthur. I think that's a pretty kick*** te-" he looked up at Al, stopping his sentence as him and the teacher made uneasy eye contact. The Dane sighed and looked back at his notes, copying what was up on the whiteboard down on his paper. His messy handwriting covered the page, and his hand as some of the graphite rubbed onto his palm. "This is my only pencil!" he whispered back in a loud matter as well, lowering his gaze, not wanting a repeat of what happened seconds ago.

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"Oh, yes! Ludwig was the campeón, champion, last year," Antonio agreed with Lovino's request. "You guys get Arthur and Matt after all, we need some more players." he fitted into the conversation before getting his notebook out and starting to write down notes from the board. He never really understood what a lot of it meant, all he knew was to write down whatever the teacher said, it would make sense sooner or later. Most of the time.

Brokenhowl · Dec 11th 2014

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[shadow=red,left]There is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful...

[shadow=red,right]And that line is covered in jellyfish.[/shadow]

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"H-Hey! For your information, I would have won that race!" Gilbert called after her as she made her way down the hallway, his figure sticking out of the doorway. "In fact, I want a rematch!" That all-too-familiar Prussian smirk had returned to his face as he turned back into the classroom. The events of this morning had lifted his mood considerably. Walking over to the may closets that lined the walls, he pulled out one of the flags he was working on. It was his own countries flag; no surprise there.
And, honestly, it didn't look half bad.

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Applebranch · Dec 13th 2014

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[size=15pt]F e a r i s a s u p e r p o w e r[/size]

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ooc: Is there anywhere I could jump in? What period is it now?

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Brokenhowl · Dec 13th 2014

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[shadow=red,left]There is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful...

[shadow=red,right]And that line is covered in jellyfish.[/shadow]

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Denmark, Spain, America, and Romano are all discussing a football game, and it is first period still :)

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laurgee · Dec 13th 2014

[font=timesnewroman][size=20pt][color=maroon]*TIME SKIP TO THE END OF FIRST PERIOD. THE BELL HAS JUST RUNG AND STUDENTS CAN START TO HEAD TO THEIR NEXT CLASS*

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[font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Alfred continued for the rest of the period without a pencil, hastily taking quick notes on an app on his phone under the desk. His phone buzzed in the middle of the lesson, the teacher turning around in annoyance to see whose it had been. When nobody spoke up, the teacher returned to writing the lesson on the whiteboard. Looking down at his phone, Alfred quickly sent out a few texts about the soccer game after school. One message went to Francis, one to Gilbert, and a few others. He stuffed his phone in his pocket before the bell rung, signaling the end of first period. "Hell yeah, dudes! Come on, let's go," he said to his friends, glad that the period was finally over.
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[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style:; font-size: 14px; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 9px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]Arthur Kirkland[/fancypost]
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Arthur went through the rest of the lesson, trying to pay attention to today's lesson on planets. He ignored most of Francis's constant nagging and kicking of his chair. When the bell rang, ending the period, he stood up immediately. Students had 5 minutes to get to their next class, Arthur's being Calculus. The Brit's older brothers, Alistair and Dylan were in his math class, as was Matthew Williams. He hoped that the Frenchman's schedule change did not put them in the same math class. As Arthur prepared to leave, he waved goodbye to Laura. "See you, love," he said, before shooting a backwards glare at Francis. "And goodbye, you frog."
[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Lovino spent the rest of the period grumbling, and at one point, the teacher had called on him, and the Italian had back-talked the teacher. That had landed him detention. None of the teachers liked him much, mostly because of his vulgar mouth and short temper. But he could live with that. When the bell rung, he let out a loud groan of relief. "Finally. If I a-had to sit there any longer, I would have a-killed myself," he complained as he grabbed his things off of the desk. His next period happened to be Biology, which was on the other side of the school. "Ugh," he groaned, "More walking."
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Applebranch · Dec 14th 2014

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 250px; height: 390px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify]_{Alistair sighed with relief, he was glad that he's finally freed from the dreaded Bio class. He messed up the lab, not only once but twice. He mixed up the lab procedures, written the wrong report, and his forehead hurts from the goggles. It wasn't his fault that the goggles were scratched up so badly that he couldn't see what he's doing. Kids are so annoying. It also wasn't his fault that he panicked, realising that the bell rang.}

_{Usually he never panicked, never. Scratch that. He panics a lot. He really wished that there's something to calm him down. But smoking, even if it isn't lighted, aren't allowed back at the lab, so he stuck his pencil to his mouth. Something to bite on instead. He may have nibbled the erasure and it tasted quite bland. He wondered if it's actually safe to eat an erasure since it's his first time trying it. Anyways, the bell rang and Alistair panicked again.}

_{"Is this a late bell!?!" He hollered, forgetting the pencil in his mouth and it fell to the ground. "Ah, no." He muttered, reaching down to pick the wet and half chewed pencil off from the floor. He heard scrambling of the feet towards the door and he let out a puff. He straightened up, grunting angrily at the remains. No one tried to clean their lab stations and just left? Again, kids are so annoying. Alistair spend his few minutes, cleaning the lab stations, using the agent orange cleaner and paper towels. At least, his brothers would be in his next class. He silently wished that they will allowed him to cry on their shoulders. He had high hopes for them.}

_{After finishing cleaning, Alistair packed his stuff before he hurried to his next class. His heart pounded against his rib cage as he sped down the hallway.
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Brokenhowl · Dec 14th 2014

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[shadow=red,left]There is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful...

[shadow=red,right]And that line is covered in jellyfish.[/shadow]

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~~it's a metaphor, allistor kirkland~~

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Gilbert felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. The students were always told to keep their phones off and put away in class, but he's never abode this rule. Pulling it out, he swiped and typed in his password. The background was a picture of him and Eliza, something he had taken on last years Christmas break. Trying hard not to let his quickly forming embarrassment surface, he hastily checked his messages. It was something about a football game. A smile crept upon his face, as he replied with, "Count me in."
Turning it off and shoving it back into his pocket, the Prussian's red eyes glanced up at the clock. It was pretty much time for his next class. With a silent sigh, he collected the flag sprawled out in front of him, folded it, and placed it back in the closet. With his bag around his shoulder and Gilbird settled upon his head of snowy-colored hair, he exited the room.

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Vexxyus · Dec 14th 2014

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// forgot to respond earlier cx

First period had came and went pretty fast, which was pretty good. Now, Francis had Architeture, and rather thankfully he was away from anybody who didn't particularly like him. [b]"Hmph bye then," he murmured, turning to leave towards his class. However, he quickly turned himself around, shouting "Loser of the football match will have to dance around the hallways with just their boxers on!". Before Francis could get some sort of response, he darted off, chuckling slightly to himself. He was confident he could win, and honestly he wouldn't fully mind seeing Arthur do such a thing.

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Hawkspark · Dec 15th 2014

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The rest of class was incredibly boring, and Matthias was a known sleeper. He had been nudged awake by Alfred at least twice, which, thankfully, got him out of trouble. Once the bell rang it slapped him right out of his new slumber. He quickly wiped the drool off of the edge of his mouth and hopped to his feet. The Dane walked out of the classroom, running a hand through his golden hair while yawning loudly. "I'll see ya guys later today." he waved Lovino and Antonio goodbye, as him and Alfred both had to go down the math hallway. Unlike the American, Matt was in Algebra, the lowest form of math they provided. It made him feel a little bad that he couldn't be with his friends in the higher classes, but it was also a lot easier.

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Antonio was usually the teacher's favorite. He had the charm and attitude to get on anyone's good side. He packed up all his books and papers quickly into his bag and got up from his seat, making his way back out into the hallway, accompanied by Lovino. The two had almost every class together, which had its ups and downs. "Why did you have to get a detention?" he asked his friend "What if it's the same time as the fútbol match. Then you would be able to place, yes?" he pointed out, worried that the Italian wouldn't be able to join his team,

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Eliza tried her best in History, as well as most of her classes. She was never the best in any classes but also never the worst. The only people she recognized were Al, Matt, Lovino, and Antonio, and yet all seemed to be in their own little group. She didn't want to intrude. When the bell rung, she hurriedly packed up all her stuff, throwing random papers into folders, and soon sprinting out into the hallway. Flag Designing class was just around the corner from her History class. Her speedy pace turned to a slower walk when she realized the passing period had just begun. "Hey," she called out to the Prussian, softly pounding his shoulder "Where's that rematch I was promised?" Eliza asked with a full on smirk. Her next class was Trigonometry, which also happened to be pretty lonely. Her only classes that she really enjoyed were after lunch, and lunch was three periods away.

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Art class had left Dylan's hands stained with different colored splats of paint. The Welsh did enjoy painting, but it wasn't really something he would boast about. Rudd, his small red dragon, dipped his tail into some of the paint. The dragon then started making random strokes on Dylan's canvas. The blonde was wiping his hands off on a towel when he saw what his dragon did. "Whut are ya doin'?" he asked quietly to the small reptile. He growled and put the canvas away, letting Rudd crawl back on his shoulders. He couldn't be too loud when talking to the dragon, as only a selected few could see the creature. All his brothers could, and including a few others.

The Welsh's forest green eyes widened as the bell rang, signaling the end of first period. Dylan grabbed his books quickly and slung his backpack over his shoulders, realizing after that Rudd had fallen. "Crap! C'mon, sorry 'bout that." he bent down and picked up his small red dragon, letting him rest on the top of his backpack. His next class was Calculus, and it happened to be with his brothers, which ought to be fun. He speed walked through the hallway, books under his arm and Rudd resting on his back. He noticed a flash of auburn hair sprinting through the hallway "Alistair, what's the rush, mate?" he caught up with his brother, matching the Scott's pace with a small smirk. Rudd stood on the edge of Dylan's shoulder, leaning over to inspect Alistair. He was one of the few that could see the dragon, as all the Kirkland's had magical abilities in the sort.

Applebranch · Dec 15th 2014

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 250px; height: 390px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify][sub][color=black]While he was running, it reminded him of that one television broadcast of the grand chase. He forgot what's it about, but anyways, it was pretty intense. It's just bunch of cars piling up each other on the traffic, then everything exploded and with there's that one guy jumping off the roof and landed on the freight truck that just happen to past by. What a coincidence. Alistair could imagine him, running across the rooftop, escaping the bad guys. He was grinning sheepishly to himself, when he heard his name.

"Huh? Wha--" Alistair turned his head around, wildly. It took him a moment to pinpoint the source of the voice, when he did, he quickly hide his cheesy smile off from his face, replacing a stern look. Or so he thought it was. Slowing down his pace just slightly, he shrugged mildly as he greeted his brother. "Oh, I didn't see you there," Alistair said, pausing slightly as he realise how dumb it sounded to his ears. Secondly, he wasn't sure if he meant Dylan or his brother pet dragon, Rudd. Probably both. Probably to himself. Speaking of Rudd, Alistair turned his gaze at the dragon and stared at him back. "How's art, Dylan?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the small reptile of redness. Even though Rudd had become part of the Kirkland family, he still haven't grown used to the size of the creature.

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laurgee · Dec 15th 2014

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[font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Alfred couldn't really remember whom he had his next class with, but he did know that he had trig next. Him and Matthias went the same way, although the Dane was in a much lower math class. Though Al was not the smartest, he was still in Trigonometry, which wasn't that bad. He glanced at his friend and casually swiped an arm towards the Dane's things at an attempt to book him. Both of them were pranksters, and the American knew that he couldn't pull something on his friend without Matt doing something in retaliation. Things just didn't work like that. "Whoops," he snickered. "My arm slipped."
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[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Arthur flashed a shocked look at the Frenchman, wanting to say something had his rival not already walked out of the room. There was no way the Brit was going to be seen in his boxers. Especially since his sported the Union Jack. He wouldn't be caught dead like that. Determined to do his best at the football match later, Arthur made his way to Calculus. He neared the room quite quickly, spotting his two older brothers, Allistor and Dylan nearby. "Oi! Al, Dill, over here," he called out, his voice thick with an English accent. He waved over to his siblings to come towards him.
[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Lovino groaned loudly. "I don't a-know! The teacher is just a jerk b*stardo, I guess. I am not missing the calcio game for anything. Even detention," the Italian grumbled. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, accidentally tugging on the strange curl that came out of his head. He yelped. "D*mn! OW," he shouted, immediately withdrawing his hand. It was weird how the curl worked. If it was tugged, or pulled, it made his head hurt like crazy, for whatever reason. That trait was shared by his brother, something that the two of them, as well as their friends usually used against them. Lovi muttered several other curses under his breath as he followed Antonio.
[font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

NorthernLight · Dec 16th 2014

((Just going to Casually jump in here Assuming everyone is in their class but I have no idea what period so I'll just make them late))

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♔ MADELINE WILLIAMS (MADDY) ♔[size=10][color=black]

As soon as her alarm didn't go off Madeline knew she was in deeeeep trouble. "I'm Late! I'm late! I'm late!" the maple loving girl fumbled as she quickly packed her bag and managed to put on some clothes and do her hair. She gave herself a little look in the mirror before bolting through the door and suddenly the scrambling girl realized something

I FORGOT KUMA! Oh and what class do I have first?

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♔ EMIL STEILSSON ♔[size=10][color=black]

"Argh...." A head popped out of the bed sheets, the silvery hair tangled and messed up from the nights sleep. Emil sat up straighter and stretched, his hand automatically reached for his puffin and stroked it's head lovingly. "Oh... I'm late..." It's not like the Icelander cared much for class but education was important to him somewhat and he did cherish the time he got to spend with the nordics or as he called it his family of furniture loving weirdos. The boy slowly stood up and made his way to the bathroom to start getting ready.

laurgee · Dec 16th 2014

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we are in second period :)

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Brokenhowl · Dec 16th 2014

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[shadow=red,left]There is a thin semantic line separating weird and beautiful...

[shadow=red,right]And that line is covered in jellyfish.[/shadow]

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Gilbert blinked, startled by the sudden tapping on his shoulder. He had been on his phone again, and he quickly shoved it back into his pocket. "Wh- Oh." He stopped when his realized it was Elizabeta. "Are you sure you're actually up for it?" That grin had returned to his face, an eyebrow raising in a competitive manner. If you looked closely, you would notice Gilbird's tiny button eyes rolling, knowing perfectly well that he was in for another bumpy ride. He didn't favor that the Prussian tended to be mindless and heavy-footed when it came to races.

Marianne was gathering her things, when she noticed a small, reptilian like creature hit the floor. She glanced up at it's hastily-moving owner. Her violet eyes slowly blinked as she registered who the individual was. It took a few minutes, but she soon understood it was Wales, one of those Kirkland brothers. They were a bit of an odd bunch... She still had no idea why her male counterpart seemingly favored Arthur a bit. They are great conversationalists... She thought to herself before following Dylan out of the room and heading in the other direction, arms neatly folded around a sketchbook she held in front of her.

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NorthernLight · Dec 16th 2014

((Thank You!))

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Madeline checked her schedule on her phone and nodded, she skidded to a stop and turned around running to her second period class.

Creative Writing... I can't believe I've missed First Period already!

she facepalmed in her thoughts and came to a stop outside the classroom, Maddy awkwardly walked in and immediately apologized to the teacher and the class and took a seat.

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♔ EMIL STEILSSON ♔[size=10][color=black]

No sooner had he walked out the door and checked the time had he realized he had already missed First Period. "Oh... Well off to Algebra then." Emil mumbled taking his bag and solemnly walked to class not even caring that he would know be later since he was walking. A few minutes later the somewhat tired looking Icelandic nation walked into class, apologized and took his seat already working on the things he has missed.

switching accounts · Dec 16th 2014

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It had been a rather late start for Vladimir, what with the missing of his uniform and late alarm (to which he blamed Hungary for through and through); but, he still managed to get on track. By second period he was calmed and no longer glaring around at anyone who may be laughing or avoiding him. After all, he made sure everything was set into place the night before, so there should have been no dilemma of any sort! Eventually dulling over such an exasperated mentality, the blonde Romanian decided to go on with his day like he normal would. Therefore, he sauntered into calculus lazily. His arms extended into a dramatic stretch as he threw a yawn over his shoulder, he ended up standing near the doorway, arms by his sides and a friendly smile on his pale face. "Salut, everyone!" chimed he, casting a one sided wave before finding an open seat. Vlad allowed himself to plop onto the chair, neatly placing his book bag on the back before beginning to extract the needed supplies from the backpack.

He was, to almost everyone, an eccentric young man. He couldn't deny that he didn't exactly act like most others, though that didn't mean he minded, either. Although, his aloof nature he will sometimes portray is just an act. In all honesty, he was extremely hard working in everything he did, including class. His mischievous antics and fondness of prancing may clash with such a trait, though it is still a part of his person.

Running a hand through his shaggy hair, Vladimir had suddenly realized that he had forgotten his hat. Lowering his elbow to the desk, he sighed under his breath, feeling somewhat bitter due to the new mishap piled atop the many others for that day. He knew he wouldn't have enough time to retrieve it in between any classes, and he wanted to make sure to get a god seat at lunch, so perhaps he could quickly grab the hat before the Magic Club meeting? Yes, that sounded like a fine plan, unless there wasn't any Magic Club meeting that night. He couldn't quite remember, thus he would probably have to ask his English friend. Crimson luminaries scanning around the room, he'd perked up when he spotted the other. "Hey, Arthur!" he called from his spot, accent seeping thick through his words. "Just wanted to clarify: are we doing that thing tonight?" Arthur always liked to be very discreet about the club, and guessed he would comply.
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Applebranch · Dec 17th 2014

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 250px; height: 390px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px;][justify][sub][color=black]Alistair turned his attention away from Dylan, especially the red whatever creature it is, and met Arthur's gaze with a acknowledging nod. He slightly waved at his other brother, before deciding to sit besides him. He leaned over to the side, fishing out the binder for the class. A smug grin appeared on his face as he glanced at the front. A neat printed paper with an intricate design of the word 'calculus' placed under the thin transparent cover of the binder. Spend around two to three hours, a design of each class, but it was worth it. He crossed his legs, resting one foot over the thigh of the other. He causally leaned back, trying to feel comfortable.

"You seem a little bum out about something, Artie." Alistair turned his head to his brother, tilting his head to show an interest. His gaze wavered as he heard another voice above him. He quickly looked up, seeing it was Vladimir, he suppressed a friendly smile, listening as Vladimir strike up a conversation with Arthur.

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laurgee · Dec 19th 2014

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Arthur glanced to his side, seeing that Vladimir was walking besides him. The Romanian had asked him about a certain something at a certain meeting of Magic Club. The Brit winked slyly before muttering, "Yes, we're meeting in the back room of the library today, I believe. I'll see you then." He walked alongside Vlad for a bit before he and his Scottish brother sat next to each other in class. Artie turned to Alistair and shook his head. "No, no. I'm fine. It's just that git Francis and I have been at it the whole morning," he answered. Him and the Frenchman were always at each other's throats, so it wasn't anything terribly unusual.
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Applebranch · Dec 20th 2014

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Hawkspark · Dec 20th 2014

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über short, sorry. And sorry for my inactiveness, it's been a weird week.

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Matthias continued to walk next to Al, uncharacteristically quietly and calm, when he felt a pound down onto his binder and books. He looked up at his friend and smirked "Yeah, suuuuuure," with a quick readjusting of his books, the Dane shoved him into the locker. He didn't do it too hard, as he didn't want to actually hurt the American, but hard enough for it to do its purpose. "Sorry," he looked at Alfred "I lost my balance." Fooling around in the hallways was always fun, as the classes that came next were never in the sort.

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Antonio nodded "Good, because I'm not going to be the captain of a bunch of niños." He continued their long trek through the gigantic school. Having to get from history to biology was like crossing an ocean, they were on complete opposite ends of the school, and both Lovino and Toni were know to be pretty lazy. As they walked down the hallway, the Spaniard shot bright smiles and hand gestures to anyone he knew. Being as he was, Antonio was always one to great someone, even if they weren't on the best of terms. It was that kind of attitude that usually got him into some deep s***. Some people are better to be left alone.

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Elizabeta crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow "Why? 'Don't' vant to loose again?" she smirked and propped her books under her shoulder, holding onto them tightly. Her determination was like a freight train. She was never the fastest out of the bunch, but when she put her mind to winning only a few things could get in the way of it. Trigonometry was her next class, which was of course down the math hallway, but where would the finish line be? "Vhat class do you have next?" she asked, looking up to face the Prussian. Hopefully, it would be somewhere in the area of her math class. The two only had about two classes together, lunch and war strategies, which left her pretty much alone with people she wouldn't really title as friends.

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Dylan walked into Calculus, lagging behind his two brothers. He wasn't the most outgoing of the Kirkland's, and usually stuck to himself. In fact, as his two brothers sat next to each other, he took a seat behind them, not really wanting to bug 'em. Rudd hopped off of his shoulder and started padding around on his desk and notebooks. Dylan picked up his pencil and started to sketch his pet into his notebook, pausing a few moments to think and chew on the metal bracket on the top of the writing utensil. His dark, forest green eyes looked up when he saw Vladimir, his roommate, mentioning something secretive to Arthur. Of course, the Welshman knew the two were talking of Magic Club, in which somehow he was dragged into it. The only thing that was magical about him was his connection with animals and magic beasts. Rudd was a perfect example. Which, by the way, had ventured off of his desk and started scaling the side of Arthur's leg, using it as a ladder to climb up onto his desk. Dylan simply ignored it, the creature always got into trouble so why try to prevent it then? I guess I'm going to the library tonight then... he though with a deep sigh. Then, the Welshman wet back to his drawings.