English Literature; lesson 2

[gerrard]

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There didn't seem to be an explanation to people looking on the outside, but to him it was the usually emotion of waking up on a Monday morning. Of course he wouldn't be seeing Alice or Isaac for the next five days, and it had a habit of making him feel like he'd been dragged through Notting Hill Festival by a horse and cart. He had woken up early, at roughly four O'clock in the morning, and had dragged himself out of bed for a shower. He wasn't as energetic as he usually was, possibly waking up an hour and a half early was the cause. He felt stuffy and hot, he'd been sweating in the night, and there was light trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. It wasn't uncommon, but it always made him nervous. He cleaned it and soaked in the shower for fifteen minutes longer than he should have. He let the water cascade down his back like a smooth decline of a mountain, slicking his hair back from his face and pressing his forehead against the cool tiles, his fingers tracing the silicone seals of the wall ever so lightly. The window was shut and the hot water had began condensate, steaming up the room and insulting it. He could see the foggy residue rise and fall, his skin felt taut in in the heat. The water pounded onto his back, eventually he was numb and decided he'd spent enough time wasting water and should have probably been out a while ago. Turned out he'd been in for just over an hour. He was still half an hour ahead of schedule. He sat on his bed in a dressing gown, his hair was dark and goosebumps riddled his arms. A draft was flowing through from the window. It wouldn't shut properly and he never liked the sensation of feeling dirty from sleep and cold from air. He pampered himself before dressing in a rarer attire; plain white dress shirt and black waistcoat, dark brown jeans, boots, and the rest. His mission clothes, basically. His other work outfit was still creased and he'd yet to iron it. He was ready half an hour early, but had set off anyway through the streets. He always walked. It was in him to not to conform to the destination of parenthood, Alice was also similar. All the men he'd know who had been as physically fit as him had lost their power and physique during the early stages of becoming a father, and had never perused their old bodies. Women, he found, were the same. Carrying extra fat from pregnancy, many became lazy or to stressed to hold onto the idea of keeping skinny or appropriately to their size. Alice and Gerrard had not phased themselves. He had kept himself strong and still retained chiselled and powerful, his body had not changed. Alice herself had a challenge on her shoulders; to burn the excess fat and look after Isaac. She had, very easily, managed to do both of those things, and unlike many women, was very proud of her stretch marks and had a habit of colouring the lighter flesh in gel pens or doodling faces. It was almost a sport. Another sport, which Gerrard didn't enjoy anyway, was school. It was something he looked forward to if there was a hope in hell for the students, but a few of them didn't strike him as literary geniuses and hadn't made him very confident in the class, but he hoped that the first impression of were not final. He sat in the classroom, windows open with Youtube reflected on the whiteboard by a huge projector on the ceiling. It was playing a compilation of quotes from Gerrard's favourite film, Snatch. The character Turkish, of which, had a voice scarily close to Gerrard's own. He had laid the tables with empty notebooks, with a copy of The Scar and Robopocalyse on each desk. There was a pile of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight stacked on his desk, reaching over the edge at a balancing point where the books couldn't decide whether to commit suicide or not. In all due fairness, Gerrard hoped they'd fall off at some point. He stood as the bell went, leaning against the desk, slinging his long coat over his shoulder. [/style]

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[lei]

Everything was in slow motion, everything stood still as she took steps further towards his classroom; nothing else mattered, he was her Romeo, her stone her love. Her eyes so starry the night sky would be jealous as a massive peachy grin spread across her porcelain face. Just a few more gravity-trapped steps now, then she would be floating to heaven…. with him holding her hand all the way.

She stood dribbling in the middle of the corridor for a second while the image captured her entire mind. Shaking her head she carried on; she couldn’t be late!

Upon reaching the door she took a deep, calm breath, while a certain song began to play in her head......


Opening the door the classroom was a pink cloudy blur like scenes out of a cheesy romantic film. He turned to face her, the love in his eyes was unmistakable as she skipped in slow motion towards the nearest seat possible to him. Nothing else mattered, but none of the other students could know about their secret love…however she shouldn’t take a glance away from him as she skidded onto the front bunch. Sitting down she held her chin between her hands as she took a delicate sigh of bliss with a soft smile on her lips. She didn’t even get out her class items before she carried on watching him…eyes not even taking blinking breaks.

[Vespera Velázquez]

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A boy clad in a purple attire strolled through the corridors of Shibusen, a slightly taut smile on his face. His apparel consisted of what people that knew him would consider to be his 'classic' wear; a mauve dress shirt with a dark purple cravat, with a white jacket on top. From the torso down, the formal and elegant theme was lost, with black khaki's and white combat boots juxtaposed to the torso. Despite the oddness of his look, it was indeed what the boy was most comfortable in. In the boy's hands were the equipment he needed for his next lesson; today he had forgone the option of a bag in which he could carry his things. It would be easier to escape that way. The word escape was actually fitting for the situation the oddly dressed boy found himself in. Being a foreigner, he despised English, although this was rather ironic, seeing as he was born in England. However, in his defence, he had spent most of his years growing up in Germany, and so his dislike to the language could be understood. It is, of course, said that English is one of the hardest languages to learn. Harder still, was attempting to "to show how rules are followed and broken using novels such as Robopocalyse, The Dervish House, Kraken and Perdido Street Station. He'll explain how modern writers use more mature and sophisticated language than ever before. He’ll try and get students to analyze the difference in language between one of the novels and Romeo & Juliet."

Yes, he had read the lesson plan.
Yes, he had wailed in despair.

How was he meant to know what a "Robopocalypse" was? Sure, he was smart, but that didn't mean he had read absolutely every single book ever written by every single author. Out of the rather extensive list, he'd only read "Perido Street Station". Alas, the only work he'd done on it was a review, and that had been when he was 12. And so, when Maximillian Fowst-Dursley ambled into the classroom, he was not in the most optimistic of moods. And so, when Maximillian Fowst-Dursley glanced up at the English teacher -- a certain Mr. Mieville -- he was not conveying the most delighted of expressions. And so, when Maximillian Fowst-Dursley lumped himself down into the nearest seat, which just so happened to be next to what would, at first sight, appear to be one of his teacher's sycophants, he was not preparing to enjoy the class. And so, when Maximillian Fowst-Dursley slammed his pad down onto the desk and suddenly realised that he had forgotten his pencil, there was but one word that could sum up his day so far.

"Schize!"

[lynn]

Lynn didn't know what to expect when she first walked into her English classroom. Well, Lynn was usually ok with English class since she never minded reading. She has always preferred reading a good book out in the sun than being inside and watching tv. Yet Lynn would never consider herself a "bookworm" or anything like that. As for analyzing literature and writing essays on said books, Lynn was ok at that. She was always a B student in English back at home so you could say this wasn't her worst subject. Now whether she liked the class or not depended on the teacher.

When Lynn first walked into the classroom, she noticed the large projector playing clips from some movie she has never heard of. She guessed this was either relevant to the class or the teacher just liked that movie or else he wouldn't of put it up there. Either way, Lynn didn't pay much attention to it.

The meister was dressed plainly in a batman t-shirt and jeans with sneakers. Her bangs were pulled back by her black headband and around her neck she wore her book pendant which she found appropriate since this was English class. A navy messenger bag was slung over her shoulder which held all of her supplies needed for class. The girl then scanned the classroom. She right away noticed the blue hair of her partner and gave Vespera a friendly smile and wave. Yet, the meister was feeling lazy and didn't want to go all the way to the back. She then noticed that the girl from the auditions, the one that was sick. Lei she remembered her name was. Whatever her name was, she was sitting in the front next to an oddly dressed boy.

So Lynn decided to plop herself in the seat right behind Lei. She never liked to sit directly in the front row. "You seem to be in better condition than I last saw you," she said to Lei from behind with a bit of a teasing smile. Yet she doubted the girl could hear her since she was making googly eyes to their teacher. Not gonna lie, Lynn found that a bit odd. Well, she has heard about how this teacher had his own mini fan club. So it was quite obvious now that this girl was one of those said crazy fans.

Not sure whether Lei was going to answer or not, Lynn took out her notebook and a pen to get ready for class. She decided to look over the books that were on her desk, both of which she has never heard of. And she wasn't sure how much conversation she will have in class since Lei seemed to be lost in her own world and the boy next to her so far only spoke one word that was not in English or French so he had no idea what she just said. Oh well, class has only just started.


Outfit

[Rocton]

As Rocton grudgingly stepped through the door frame and into class with Ashley, he couldn't help but wonder if this class was just going make a bad morning a little worse.

For starters, he had overslept because he was under the belief that today was going to be Saturday and thus no classes. Unfortunately, the meister's bad memory was wrong again and it was in fact a school day. The only reason, he even made it to class was because Ashley had realized that Rocton wasn't awake yet and walked into his room and tried feverishly to wake him up by yelling in his ear. Despite the demon miniguns yells though, Roc was fast asleep and in such a deep slumber that had a tornado siren gone off, accompanied by a tornado, it wouldn't budge him from dreaming about a nice trip in the desert.

Just as Ashley began to cry though, Locco, who had been in the arms of her owner throughout the entire ordeal, managed to slip out of Ashley's arms and land softly on the bed. Ashley had failed to notice this as he had started to panic about being late for class so Locco, like the stealthiest of ninjas, made her way next to Rocton's face and licked him with a scratchy tongue.

Like a messed up reversed Sleepy Beauty tale, Rocton sat up wide awake, brought to life by Locco's kiss of the bunny variety. After Roc and Ashley recovered from the initial shock, one from suddenly being awake and the other from what just happened, Ashley jumped onto the bed to give his meister a bear hug of relief.
While in the process of being robbed of his ability to breath , Rocton noticed the digital clock on his dresser showing not only the time but the day, and it wasn't Saturday. Finally realizing what was going on, and managing to get Ashley to let him go so he could get ready for class. The rest of his morning was spent rushing to get his usual tux on as Ashley fed Locco. Unable to cook up a breakfast of his own, Roc had to deal with only being able to pull a glass bottled soda, being saved for his evening trip to the desert, and drinking it as he walked to class to keep his stomach from grumbling too much.

On their way to class, while Ashley twirled around the halls with Locco in childlike wonder, the black tux wearing student realized he had forgotten to wear one of his usual hats. His hair now bed headed and exposed as he walked through the streets made him feel even more embarrassed than people thinking he was weird for hanging out with Ashley ever could. However, he tried to hide his annoyance whenever his partner twirled and looked back at him to make sure he was keeping up.

To top things off, Rocton wasn't really looking forward to the class either. It was supposed to be an English class about books, neither of which held much interest from Roc. He'd been forced into it after his teachers insisted that he needed to improve his reading and writing skills. The only thought that came to his head was "Bleh" since when did reading a book and thinking about it ever help while you were getting shot at or attacked by a kishin. Ashley was there with him though, so perhaps he could get some help.

The classroom itself seemed to be what Rocton's imagination of hell would be. Books and books everywhere and not a single flamethrower in sight. The teacher seemed to be relaxing at the front, and he seemed slightly annoyed at something. Rocton just stood there glancing first at the teacher, then the projection on the wall, to the students and wished with every fiber of his being that an army of kishins would attack the city so that he could escape this awful setting.

[ashley]

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[gerrard]

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[Rocton]

After taking his seat next to Ashley, Rocton couldn't help but look gloomy. This entire class was just a Russian gulag to him, only with crueler and harsher tortures......reading books.
His face cringed at the thought of spending his free time reading a bunch of pages with boring detail after detail instead of taking a nice nap under a shaded tree on a fine day. Naps were good times.
Every book that had been given to him in Shibusen up to that point, had been more like a sleeping pill in literary form. Since sleep was forbidden in class, it lead to that awful situation akin to a short person being teased by a taller person with a treat.
Ashley though, as always, seemed to revel in everything, much to Locco's despair from the looks of things. The bunny itself seemed to have two modes, scared shitless and uncaring emotion. Its antics while Rocton lived with it, while annoying, were mildly entertaining. It was kinda fun to see what it would do next.
“I love English, personally, do you need any tutoring?”
Caught in another moment of thought, Rocton jumped a little but managed to turn his head and make himself look a bit less gloomy as he responded
"That'd be grand Ashley"
He scratched the back of head to reassure himself that he wasn't being stupid even though he had already ignored everything the teacher had said.

As he turned back around to look at the front of the class, he started to drift off into sleep. It was so boring being stuck here and after laying down his head in his arms, the bottom of his face hidden, a nap seemed to be a good idea to pass the time, specially with Ashley now reassuring him that he'd at least get some work done.

[Vespera Velázquez]

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