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Post by fanboi on Mar 23, 2008 10:49:05 GMT -6
recently I've becoem addicted to highschoo l rps so meh, why not?
plot=School Dance.. Uh-oh
rules= 0nly the teachers can do alchemy rather well.
Every one of the students are here to learn Alchemy the only execption being Ed, Scar and Al, who due to Ala nd Ed seeing the turtha nd Scar's magic arm can do alchemy already.
If you are going to be a member of teh staff list your job! No it doens't have to be an actual class... per say. For instance, Winry can teach Autoshop, Roy can teach the guys how to get a girl(Havoc needs this class), so on so forth.
Hughes teaches Marksmanship (daggers only)
Gracia teaches Hoem ec (cooking)
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Hughes sighed dramatically, although he was a teacher he couldn't wait until his own little Elysia was a student here! He sigehd as teh student began filling into the classroom..
-Gracia-
"Hello, students my name is Gracia Hughes. I am going to teach you all how to cook delicious meals..." she said happily smiling at everyone who was seated in her classroom.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 23, 2008 16:56:03 GMT -6
Term had only just started and already Havoc had had enough of these damn kids.Closing the door behind him, he walks to the front of the classroom.
"Alright, shut it!"He growled slightly, it was just to freaking early.
He lit a cigarette before walking over towards the board.
He starts his speech with a sigh.
"I'm Jean Havoc and you all have the priveledge of being my homeroom class. Feel free to rejoice and shower me in expensives gifts later."He takes a drag before continuing "Being your homeroom teacher means, if you guys fail a class, i gotta kick your butts till ya pass, if someone is picking on ya, i'll kick their butts till they leave you alone. And if you have a hot single mom, i get to take her out under the idea of a 'Teacher-Parent conversation'. Any questions?" He gazes lazily at the clock behind the students.
So freaking early!!
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Post by AG on Mar 24, 2008 8:09:11 GMT -6
Ed sat in his desk ((I am not going to make him a teacher...he's only 16! lol)). He couldn't wait till he was doing something a little more active, like Phy Ed. He was bored, so he started to doodle in his notebook.
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Post by androgynos on Mar 24, 2008 11:23:20 GMT -6
The first day of the first semester teaching. While it wasn't exactly his 'cup of tea', it was a steady paycheck and he got to teach a subject that intersted him: History. That, and two period of chorus at the close of the day. The students looked blankly at him as he wrote his name on the chalk board. Standard, first-day-of-school ritual. He felt something light hit him in the back of the head. He turned to see what it was...a crumbled ball of notebook paper lay on the floor at his feet. He picked it up and unceremoniously tossed it into the wastebasket.
"Rule number one," he addressed the class, "anytime someone engages in such foolish behavior, and I don't find out who it is by the end of the period, I shall randomly pick a student and give them a demerit. Any questions?"
And so it began..just perfect.
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Post by dante on Mar 24, 2008 15:54:22 GMT -6
DANTE
Dante watched in disinterest as her students filed into the classroom, a bony hand tightly clasping the handle of her china teacup. Having been teaching Advanced Alchemy for many years, she noticed that her students seemed to get dumber and lazier each year. That being said, she wasn't looking forward to the new school year.
The old woman raised herself from her seat and walked over to the board, writing her name on it. Knowing her reputation around the school for being one of the toughest and nastiest teachers, she doubted it was necessary. At any rate, anyone who hadn't heard of her was in for quite a surprise.
Once everyone was accounted for, she addressed the uneasy students sitting before her, "As I'm sure you all know, this is a college level class. That in mind, nonsense and slacking will not be tolerated. You are all young adults and know what is expected of you, so I'm not going to waste time explaining. If you fail to live up to my expectations, I will not hesitate to bump you down to Remedial Alchemy. I won't have any bad apples ruining my class. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
The mass of teenagers nodded in unison, staring at the old woman in fear.
"Now open your textbooks to Chapter I and start taking notes. And you are to read Chapter II for homework tonight. We'll have a class discussion on the material tomorrow," she told them, returning to her seat.
LYRA
Lyra, noticing that Edward seemed bored out of his mind, decided to be outgoing and introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Lyra! What's your name?" she greeted him chipperly.
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Post by Scar on Mar 24, 2008 18:43:23 GMT -6
Matthias sat in the back of the class, taking notes, but not really listening. He hated this place. He shouldn't be here. He should be with his brother. Sure, Matthew had a break down and drank, but he was never abusive and made sure they both had a place to eat and sleep and his little brother got an education! But the damned government had to take him away and put him in this FOSTER family!
He hated this school. He hated everything about this school. The teachers. The students. Everything! He just hoped his brother could afford a decent lawyer or whatever the hell he needed to prove he was not an abusive gaurdian. He heard whispering. About him, no doubt. People were even calling him 'Scar' now. They thought he was some kinda gangster or a punk because of the rather abnormal apperance he held, such as the scar on his face and the tattoo on his arm. That was also the reason his brother was suspected of abuse. Jackasses...
The scar wasn't from his brother. It was a serial killers idea of a sick joke. A serial killer with alchemy, no less. He hated alchemy after that. His arm was a transmutation circle, yes, but it wasn't true alchemy. It couldn't recreate. His brother had put it there. Convinced him that with alchemy, he'd have a better chance of having a decent future. Sadly, he was taken away before the other arm could be tattoo'd. And so, now here he was, stuck in a place full of spoiled rich kids that have everything handed to them on a silver platter.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 8:38:34 GMT -6
"Hey Matty, you listening?" Havoc threw a piece of chalk onto the scarred boy's desk, knowing very well that he probably wouldn't like that nickname.
"As i was saying, all of you have to have your parents or guardians sign the permission slip, otherwise while the rest are out on some lame school trip, you'll be stuck here taking extra classes from that old hag..uh miss Dante i mean." He really didn't get along with her, she was always on his case about how smoking in front of the students was bad.
Oh wait, that was the school board. Well whatever, the sadistic old bat could burn in hell for all he cared.
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Post by Scar on Mar 25, 2008 16:11:00 GMT -6
Matthias glanced up at the teacher as the peice of chalk landed on his desk, then looked back down to his desk. He picked up the chalk in his right and and made a fist, a few sparks running down his arm. He then poured the chalk dust onto a corner of his desk and left it there.
Go? Go where? Oh well, he didn't care. He probably wouldn't go anyway, and he could always read it on the permission slip. He just wanted to get out of this damned place, out of that damned 'home', and go back to his Brother!
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:15:22 GMT -6
Passing out the permission slips, Havoc paused by Matthias' desk, instead of handing him one, he headed to the next table.
The headmaster had told him about the boy's family situation.
"I want to see you after class Matthias."Was all he said.
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Post by Scar on Mar 25, 2008 16:19:31 GMT -6
Matthias nodded. "Right." Oh joy, he got to hear a load of bull from the teacher with the nic-fits. The teen propped an elbow on his desk and rested his head in his hand, staring blankly at the board.
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:24:24 GMT -6
Hughesstepped in the doorway, "0y! Havoc, I hadnew pictures of my darling Elysia made. Do you want to see them?" H was grinng in tha stupid way of his after all, his classes didn't start for a whiel yet
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:28:43 GMT -6
Gripping his desk tightly, he forced a smile at the cheerful man in the doorway.
"Uh, not right now Hughes, i have class." Havoc hoped that would get him to leave, he highly doubted it.
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:32:07 GMT -6
"C'mon you knwo you wnat to see!" Hughes exclaimed.. "Besides you only got what a whole three students?" Hughes said as he looked at Matthias, Edward, and Lyra.
"Um, Four. My name's Winry. Sorry bout being late. My bike broke down and I had to fix it, teach." came a voice from the doorway as yup, Winry Rockbell took offa Montercycle helment. "No, I won't say thsi won't happen again, for taht coudl very well be a lie." she added. Pulling her hair back with her favorite banadana on her head.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:35:30 GMT -6
Havoc's jaw fell slightly at the sight of his new student.
Not only was she good looking, but she..well he couldn't get over the fact that she was hot to think beyond that.
"Uhm, yeah, sure.No prob."Take a seat." He grins, pointing to the chair right in front of his desk "Jean Havoc, your Homeroom teacher.If ya need anything, just let me know."
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Post by dudeguy on Mar 25, 2008 16:36:05 GMT -6
As Dorochet looked at the bunch of rowdy teenagers walking in and sitting down on the floor, Dorochet grips his sheathed sword tightly and calls for attention " Ahem! Class has started so all of you stop talking please." he says loud and firm yet not too coldly, after all, he wanted like every other teacher to have his students like and respect him. He began to pace in front of them " In this class you shall be taught in the way of the sword as well as a small bit of martial arts." he says still pacing. " Now i want all of you to partner up in twos and grab a kendo stick from the wall over there" Dorochet then points over to the wall full of kendo sticks and wooden swords.
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:38:01 GMT -6
"Whatever." came Winry's reply, "How 'bout you close your mouth before you house a fly in it? Drool is not attractive." she added giving him a look as she trailed her eyes up and down her teacher's frame
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:44:29 GMT -6
*Cough* Havoc closes his mouth with a grin.
" Anyway Hughes i'll look at all your kid's pics later.New and old."Havoc waved his friend and colleague away, trying to get him out the classroom.
"It's a shame your late ms. Winry, you missed my grand speech."Havoc puts on his best smile.
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:53:34 GMT -6
Winry smiled, "I'm sorry to have missed that. I'm sure your speech was fantastic. Now was it about I should most definately knwo about? if so maybe you'd best repeat it Mr. Jean.." she replied
Hughes took the hint and left. "Hope you get the girl, Havoc." he called before leaving
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 17:02:42 GMT -6
"Damn Hughes."Havoc mutters under his breath. Did she just say Mr. Jean? I kinda like the sound of that.
NOOO DAMNIT!! She's a student!
Besides, i only just met herHe grins to himself.
"Uhm, nothing really important i guess. Oh but ya gotta get this permission slip signed by a parent or guardian.Otherwise you'll miss out on all the fun." He hands her the slip, again with a gentle smile.
"Alright.Consider this class finished. Go hang around somewhere till next period."He dismisses them, leaning against his desk, glancing at the blond girl up front.
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Post by Scar on Mar 25, 2008 17:05:48 GMT -6
Matthias roled his eyes at all that rolled before him. Great, he had a depressed lecture as a homeroom teacher, a fanatic as a teacher for a later class, and a classmate that dressed like a total whore. Cheers. At the dismissal of the class, he simply stayed behind while everyone left, looking at his teacher with a dull 'Whatever' look.
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