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Postby New East Ireland » Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:43 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley nodded. "That can be arranged." he said. "How long have you worked for the district, Mr. Tailor?" he asked in a conversational tone as they began walking into the school.

"Not long," Lind admitted. "In fact, I was just appointed assistant superintendent a few days ago. The last superintendent, O. Lathar I think his name was, committed suicide." He sighed, and continued walking. Damien followed closely behind.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:52 pm

Crowley nodded. "You came at a bad time. I was originally going to do an assembly, but then you're here. I'll give you the tour, cancel the assembly, and then-"

"Crowley, we need to talk." spoke Calliel, who simply appeared in front of them. The one-eyed angel looked at Lind. "Who's this?"
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Postby New East Ireland » Fri Jul 15, 2011 9:57 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley nodded. "You came at a bad time. I was originally going to do an assembly, but then you're here. I'll give you the tour, cancel the assembly, and then-"

"Crowley, we need to talk." spoke Calliel, who simply appeared in front of them. The one-eyed angel looked at Lind. "Who's this?"

Lind jumped back. "What the fuck!?"

Damien looked at Calliel. "Cal.." he said, before turning to Crowley. "You can go with Lind. I'll talk to Calliel. If that's alright with you," he said, turning back to Calliel.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:05 pm

New East Ireland wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley nodded. "You came at a bad time. I was originally going to do an assembly, but then you're here. I'll give you the tour, cancel the assembly, and then-"

"Crowley, we need to talk." spoke Calliel, who simply appeared in front of them. The one-eyed angel looked at Lind. "Who's this?"

Lind jumped back. "What the fuck!?"

Damien looked at Calliel. "Cal.." he said, before turning to Crowley. "You can go with Lind. I'll talk to Calliel. If that's alright with you," he said, turning back to Calliel.

Crowley blinked. "Actually, this is great." He clapped Calliel on the shoulder. "You're giving the assembly speech." he said, walking off with Lind, leaving a stunned angel behind.
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Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".

Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

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# went there....

It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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Postby New East Ireland » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:13 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley blinked. "Actually, this is great." He clapped Calliel on the shoulder. "You're giving the assembly speech." he said, walking off with Lind, leaving a stunned angel behind.

"So... How've you been Cal?" Damien asked.


Lind looked at Crowley. "You know Mr. Crowley, I may be here for a day or two, so may I use a spare dorm room?"
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:22 pm

New East Ireland wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley blinked. "Actually, this is great." He clapped Calliel on the shoulder. "You're giving the assembly speech." he said, walking off with Lind, leaving a stunned angel behind.

"So... How've you been Cal?" Damien asked.


Lind looked at Crowley. "You know Mr. Crowley, I may be here for a day or two, so may I use a spare dorm room?"

"Well enough. Quite tired though. I have had to manage both Malakh and James' jobs after they left, and Raphael will not give me a break." the angel said.
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Crowley gave a shrug. "We have plenty to give." he said.
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Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".

Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

Monfrox wrote:
The balkens wrote:
# went there....

It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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Postby New East Ireland » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:28 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Well enough. Quite tired though. I have had to manage both Malakh and James' jobs after they left, and Raphael will not give me a break." the angel said.
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Crowley gave a shrug. "We have plenty to give." he said.

"Oh. James shot himself in the face. You want to see his body?"


"Right. I would like to talk with the students, Mr. Horn and the girl... Jojo I think her name was."
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Postby Hardened Pyrokinetics » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:30 pm

Timothy woke up at the bell, gathered his stuff, and left with Anna to go to the next class.
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Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.

It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.


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Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:... He's twenty.

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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:35 pm

New East Ireland wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Well enough. Quite tired though. I have had to manage both Malakh and James' jobs after they left, and Raphael will not give me a break." the angel said.
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Crowley gave a shrug. "We have plenty to give." he said.

"Oh. James shot himself in the face. You want to see his body?"


"Right. I would like to talk with the students, Mr. Horn and the girl... Jojo I think her name was."

Calliel blinked. "What?"

Then the bell rang for the assembly. The angel looked worried. "What am I to do for this assembly?" he asked.
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"Jojo's a guy." Crowley said as they walked toward his office. They entered, and he spoke over the intercom. "Timothy Horn and Jojo? Will you please report to the principal's office?"
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P2TM RP Discussion Thread
If you want a good rp, read this shit.
Tiami is cool.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".

Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

Monfrox wrote:
The balkens wrote:
# went there....

It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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Postby Hardened Pyrokinetics » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:36 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Then the sky darkened, and a few centaurs galloped next to James. "What ails you, friend?" spoke one in a Italian accent.

"Go away." He sobbed at them, not even looking. "Just leave me alone."

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Jojo's a guy." Crowley said as they walked toward his office. They entered, and he spoke over the intercom. "Timothy Horn and Jojo? Will you please report to the principal's office?"

Timothy looked up. "Well, guess I have to go." He turned and smiled at Anna. "See you later." Then he turned and went to his locker, dropping off his stuff, before heading to the Principals Office.
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Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.

It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.


Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.


New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.


greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.


Olthar wrote:
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:... He's twenty.

He's also a moron.

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Postby New East Ireland » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:37 pm

"You speak at it. Don't worry, I'll get up to talk if you need any help," Damien said, as he took Calliel to the assembly room. It was a big ass room, with a stage, a podium, and an ass load of chairs. Damien brought Calliel to the stage. "I'm sure you'll be fine."


"Dammit. The school district tells me nothing anymore," he said, letting out an amusing chuckle.
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Postby Olthar » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:43 pm

Hearing the bell, Jojo gathered up his stuff for and was about to head off to the assembly before he was called down to the principal's office. Heading there, he began wondering just why the principal wanted to see him. Was he in trouble for something? What did he do? After dropping his stuff off at his locker, he walked towards the office. Upon arriving, he knocked on the door.
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Postby Hardened Pyrokinetics » Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:47 pm

Timothy showed up just after Jojo and waited silently.
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Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.

It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.


Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.


New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.


greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.


Olthar wrote:
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:... He's twenty.

He's also a moron.

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Postby Ameriganastan » Fri Jul 15, 2011 11:07 pm

Laz gathered up his stuff and prepared to exit the classroom, but not before tapping Carl on the shoulder.

"Dude, keep that weird smoking plant away from me. Smoking it...it was like i was stuck in a living nightmare i couldn't wake up from. I was...smart, i...was interested in what the teacher said i...took notes! Just...no. No more smoking plant for Lazrian."

He walked out of the room, shaking his head. He was gonna have nightmares about being smart for days.
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Postby Yuktova » Fri Jul 15, 2011 11:11 pm

Carl sighed, "The first time you become smart you hate it? I enjoyed it when you were smart. You don't want to stay intelligent?"
He then got ready for his next class, put his books away, and sharpend his pencil...
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Postby Olthar » Sat Jul 16, 2011 5:15 pm

With the assembly going on, Dr. West was glad to have some time to work on his experiments. While in prison, he'd figured out how to revive the dead while retaining all their mental functions. Unfortunately, he needed to kill someone else to acquire the necessary spark, Nano-Plasmic Energy. He still needed to find a way to create that spark without another person for the sake of convenience.

Realizing that he had forgotten his medical bag in his car, Dr. West left to go retrieve them. However, on his way, he found something interesting: a dead body lying in the middle of the parking lot. Walking over, he began inspecting it.

"Hmm, approximate time of death...about ten minutes ago. The bullet wound in the head has caused considerable brain damage. He's also not in the best of shape physically and looks to be getting old. He's certainly not the best subject available, and I could do better, but having him fall right into my lap like this is an opportunity I can't pass up. I could use a lab assistant, anyways."

After returning from his car with his bag, he wrapped up the bullet hole with then proceeded to hook James up to a capsule containing the NPE that he had previously acquired from a house cat. About a minute later, James' eyes shot open.

"Hhhhrhrrgghhrhgg..." James groaned while slowly standing up.

"Can you hear me?" Dr. West asked.

James looked at West with a confused expression on his face.

"Speak."

"Meow!"

"Good enough," West shrugged, "Come along kitty."

Leading James into the school, Dr. West returned to his room to continue his experiments, now aided by his new "cat."
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Postby Esternial » Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:19 am

Ellen had returned to her room, lying on the bed as she cuddled with her plush Cheeze-kun, thinking about where she would be going. Crowley didn't sound like a bad man, but even though his intentions were pure she didn't really want to leave this school. She had only just settled in and finally gave her few belongings a home.

With little to no energy left, Ellen took off her clothes and crawled into bed, feeling her body recover from the stress she had been feeling earlier today, her muscles finally able to relax and her mind at rest. She would be safe as long as she stayed here, that is what she believed.

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Postby New East Ireland » Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:23 am

Esternial wrote:Ellen had returned to her room, lying on the bed as she cuddled with her plush Cheeze-kun, thinking about where she would be going. Crowley didn't sound like a bad man, but even though his intentions were pure she didn't really want to leave this school. She had only just settled in and finally gave her few belongings a home.

With little to no energy left, Ellen took off her clothes and crawled into bed, feeling her body recover from the stress she had been feeling earlier today, her muscles finally able to relax and her mind at rest. She would be safe as long as she stayed here, that is what she believed.

Silently, D closed the door behind him, and sat down at the foot of Ellen's bed. "H- hello."
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Postby Esternial » Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:28 am

New East Ireland wrote:
Esternial wrote:Ellen had returned to her room, lying on the bed as she cuddled with her plush Cheeze-kun, thinking about where she would be going. Crowley didn't sound like a bad man, but even though his intentions were pure she didn't really want to leave this school. She had only just settled in and finally gave her few belongings a home.

With little to no energy left, Ellen took off her clothes and crawled into bed, feeling her body recover from the stress she had been feeling earlier today, her muscles finally able to relax and her mind at rest. She would be safe as long as she stayed here, that is what she believed.

Silently, D closed the door behind him, and sat down at the foot of Ellen's bed. "H- hello."

Ellen opened her eyes, noticing D. sitting at the foot of her bed. He wasn't there when she went to sleep, so it did surprise her seeing him here. Staying completely underneath the covers, aside from her head, she looked at him.

"Oh, hello. Why are you here?"

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Postby New East Ireland » Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:40 am

"You seemed... Stressed. That, and I heard about the men with the suits."

D shifted a bit, due to the uncomfortable sitting position he was in.
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Postby Esternial » Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:43 am

New East Ireland wrote:"You seemed... Stressed. That, and I heard about the men with the suits."

D shifted a bit, due to the uncomfortable sitting position he was in.

"Yes...they aren't too nice." Ellen replied, turning her gaze to Cheeze-kun. She suddenly felt all alone again, even with Cheeze-kun.

Hugging it, hoping to get rid of the feeling, Ellen discovered that it wouldn't go away. It was still there, eating away at her. Even lying below the covers she felt cold.

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Postby New East Ireland » Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:45 am

"Do you... Want me to help?" D asked, as he fidgeted a bit more in his position. So, he brought both legs onto the bed and curled into a ball.
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Postby Esternial » Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:53 am

New East Ireland wrote:"Do you... Want me to help?" D asked, as he fidgeted a bit more in his position. So, he brought both legs onto the bed and curled into a ball.
"Hmm...I don't know. I feel cold and alone." Ellen said, still hugging her plush Cheeze-kun. It was strange feeling, the same she had when she was locked in that facility, all by herself. Ever since she escape she hadn't felt like that, but suddenly it had returned and she couldn't get rid of it or even how to deal with it.

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Postby New East Ireland » Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:56 am

"Well, you aren't alone. Because I'm here," D said, still watching Ellen.
"A joke is a very serious thing."

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Postby Esternial » Sun Jul 17, 2011 7:05 am

New East Ireland wrote:"Well, you aren't alone. Because I'm here," D said, still watching Ellen.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me."

Ellen didn't know what to do at this moment. A whole mixture of feelings was currently running through her, each of which she could identify but was unable to process. The cold and abandoned feeling still remained, but was now being dominated by a feeling of doubt, caused by the strange warm feeling that suddenly arose inside her stomach. It were moments like these - moments which she didn't have any experience with and didn't know what to do - that Ellen went for first option that crossed her mind, of course based on the numerous TV-series she had seen during her imprisonment. She pulled down the covers, put Cheeze-kun aside and crawled across her bed towards D. before hugging him.

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