Alira watched as Rick picked up a book and started reading. A Boy's Will was the title. She didn't recognize it, but that was par for the course in this world... everything was new to her here. "Is that book any good?" she asked him in a low voice. She was used to being fairly well-read, but there wasn't a lot of good literature on this side of the portal.
Banks still hadn't regained his composure, and was basically just letting his students read for now. Some of them chose to engage in conversation instead, and a particularly lively game of Magic: The Gathering got underway at the back of the classroom. He made no attempt to stop any of this. Something odd was going on, and he was too busy trying to put his finger on what it was to worry about whether his students were actually learning anything.
BB rolled her eyes after the perky girl winked at her. At first she thought it was because the girl knew that Beebs wasn't drinking water, but that couldn't be possible; vodka was completely odorless, unless of course you were a dog. She took another sip from her waterbottle and settled back into the chair to wait for the tingly feeling to set in. She didn't want to get drunk, not yet at least. She just wanted to be numb.
Meanwhile, the class was pretty much ignoring the professor. Troy had actually whipped out some Magic cards and joined a group of nerds the row in front of them to play. Good. BB didn't want anything to do with him. She took one last sip and closed her eyes. Time for nap.
((OOC: Deleted my last post. It wasn't really long enough to be important anyways.))
Rick looked up in surprise when the lady spoke to him. Despite how fast his head jerked up, his eyes lingered on her breasts for the merest millisecond before moving to her eyes. He wanted to kick himself again, he thought it was a sign of weakness, to be lured such, but he was so...inexperienced, with girls.
He realized he was staring before spluttering his response. "Oh, ummm, I guess...I mean, it's not very complex poetry...and..." Ricks mind was racing, "Ummm, well, most people think it's Frost's worst work, but...I like it."
Rick didn't know what else to say. Her beauty had him flustered, and he was all the angrier for it. The past several minutes had been an emotional roller coaster ride for him...although the anger was still prevalent. It always was.
"Poetry doesn't have to be complex to be good," Alira said. "Some of the best poems are more emotionally satisfying than they are technically proficient." She gathered from the context in which the author's name was used that this Frost guy was rather famous. She didn't comment on that, though, since a detailed discussion about a famous person she had never heard of was bound to make her look stupid.
The young man's nervousness hadn't escaped her, but she took it for something else. Most soldiers weren't very good in social situations, due to the fact that other people were usually targets for them. She was still confused enough by the leather to think he was a warrior, and assumed that was the reason his conversational skills needed polishing.
"Alira," she replied. "And you are?" She realized she didn't know anyone in the classroom's name. A voice whispered in her ear, and she resisted the temptation to react to it... no need to make anyone think she was crazy just yet. Besides, where she was from fairies talked to people all the time.
"Rick?" Alira said. "That's a good strong name, a warrior's name. You should be proud of it." It certainly did have an intimidating sound to it... it was almost like the noise a blade made striking bone.
BB was just starting to fall asleep when she heard a familiar voice.
"Hey wanna play Magic?"
Her eyes snapped open. Troy stood in front of her, holding a deck of cards. "I'll let you borrow some of my cards. I'll even help you out. I know it's hard when you first start, but with some practice, you'll learn to love it."
When she didn't respond, Troy eagerly reclaimed his seat next to her.
"Here," he said, cutting the deck in half and pushing one stack towards her, "First you shuffle then..."
"Leave me the f**k alone," Beebs scowled. She sat up straight and shoved the cards off the table and onto the floor. They fell to the ground with little fluttering noises. Troy stared, his mouth still hanging open from being cut off. His face was horrified, as if BB had committed some terrible type of crime.
"Can't you take a f**king clue? I don't want to talk to you."
He blinked and his mouth shut, making a click noise as his teeth smacked together. Beebs was increasingly getting annoyed with his stupidity. She stood up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him up slightly.
"The next time you try to strike up a conversation, I'm going to take your stupid Magic cards and jam them down your throat."
She released his shirt, pushing him away forcefully, and picked up her stuff; she moving several rows forward, away from Troy and anyone else who might try to talk to her. People need to learn to leave me the hell alone.
Alira overheard the conversation behind her. She thought that the girl with the pink hair might be being a little harsh, but she did have a good point. "You do not play magic," she chastised the young man who was picking up his cards. "Magic is not a toy. It can be extremely dangerous, if you don't know what you're doing." Her tone of voice was completely serious, with no hint of irony... it would be obvious to anyone who overheard her that she believed in magic.
After the girl said her part about magic, BB's eye twitched. What kind of freak is she? she thought. I hope she's kidding. She turned slightly in her seat to get a better look at her. The chick didn't look like a freak (unlike Troy, who looked very much like the sad loser he was), but looks could sometimes be misleading. "Oh yea, Magic the Gathering. Very dangerous," she muttered sarcastically.
Meanwhile, Troy was once again at a loss for words. After a few seconds, he straightened his glasses and bent down to retrieve his cards, shooting Alira a curious glance. "You know about Magic? I didn't think you were the type."
*tired of waiting... don't hurt me DX *and now, for the obviously evil main character that will probably turn on everyone early on - but will very likely not be killed for obscure and meaningless reasons~*
"Well, guess it's about time I stepped back into the freak show." About then, an unfamiliar figure entered the room. Dressed in contrasting black-&-white attire and standing over most of the other girls, she definitely caught eyes. Hardly feminine, she herself looked more like something out of a Halloween novelty shop, near the back, and walked with only a slight sway in her step. Today, the undershirt she wore was more at home catching large-mouth bass in a net than being worn, showing off the array of tattoos up and down her arms.
Not that Mariana cared a single bit, but she was late. The fact that she showed up at all was a miracle (if one could call it that); rumors had been going around for some time that there is a student that has been phoning it in since she came here, but never failed a single class. This student was Mari. The less she had to be there, the better. At least, until she was informed that she would fail her Mythology class if she didn't show up for it. Albeit miffed, she complied... and that was how she ended up here.
Walking slowly to the back of the room, she sat down like nothing had happened. Dropping her backpack next to her, she propped her feet up onto the desk, and placed her book between her knees. When a male student sitting nearby continued staring at her, Mari gave a lazy glance at him, giving him a smile that nearly scared him out of his wits. Chuckling to herself, she laid back, showing her obvious sheer boredom. Why do I torture myself with this kind of crap instead of taking online courses?
"You know, this movie can be used to induce vomiting."