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Post by DJKID on Oct 25, 2008 17:52:42 GMT -5
(( Dude, just bust in. Don't be shy. We don't hold secret closet meetings so we can alienate new folks.
Will is there because I want him there. This a non-canon crack rp topic, dedicated to drama lulz.
EDIT: Ok, if you want me to be semi-serious, Will is there to make sure nothing bad happens to REL because they're a TEAM YAY. Why he was there in the beginning.... I have no idea. Because I say so. ))
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Post by AshHavynn on Oct 26, 2008 0:52:35 GMT -5
(He was there to eat some motherfucking tea and crumpets.)
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Post by DJKID on Oct 26, 2008 21:30:27 GMT -5
(( Damn straight. ))
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Post by sunflowercookie on Oct 26, 2008 23:02:45 GMT -5
((lol 'kay))
Damien Meurtrier sat in a leathery black spinny-chair in the main office at Bullworth Academy. He'd dropped in to see what was up, because he hadn't come to visit in...two months? A year? Maybe a couple days. Damien had trouble keeping track of time.
Dr. Crabblesnitch loved his visits, it seemed. He said that Damien had been "quite a naughty little boy" when he'd gone to Bullworth. The only thing the 12-year-old could remember from Bullworth Academy was the mysterious stomach aches he'd get right after lunch, so he decided to take his word for it. The headmaster told him he was pleased to see what a "nice young gentleman" he'd become, and the compliment always made Damien grin.
Damien asked about Bullworth a lot during his visits, but the headmaster never asked about Gentleman's 9th. Or even mention it, for that matter. It was awfully strange.
Now he was waiting for Dr. Crabblesnitch to finish some headmaster business so he could go and say hello. The nice secretary lady, Ms. Danvers, had brought him a cup of hot tea with lots of sugar. The tiny blonde boy sipped it cautiously, so that it didn't spill onto his forever-spotless uniform. He was seated in one of the two empty desks behind Ms. Danvers's, gazing absently from the shiny black typewriter to the manilla folders peeking out from an opened drawer. Naturally, Damien wasn't thinking about anything in particular.
One of the prefects marched in with two students in tow. A pair of girls, both older than Damien and obviously upset. The prefect barked something at them, and said something to Ms. Danvers that Damien couldn't quite catch. Not that he needed to, he knew what was going on. They'd done something bad, and had to see the headmaster. Damien was gonna have to wait a little longer.
That didn't bother him, though. Nothing really bothered him anymore - he had his meds to thank for that.
If he'd met either of these girls before, he'd forgotten. They were new to him. He was about to go over and introduce himself - he hadn't made any new friends in a few days - when one girl, the tall one in green, turned to the other and said something. They were talking. It'd be rude to interrupt them in the middle of a conversation, so Damien stayed put, watching the pair with curious blue eyes.
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