Cho'Gath turns to Malz and pats him on the shoulder lightly. He was on good terms with him, one of his chums in this school.
" Hey." he turns back to the front of the school. " Did yah see the new kid? Talking to Cass right now. Looks like am not the only voiding now, maybe he will be equally terrifying. "
Post by prophetthevoid on Feb 17, 2013 9:21:43 GMT -5
Malzahar looked at the two talking out there. "Maybe. Though he does look a bit panicked with talking to Cass." He said. "So, who are you waiting for this time?" He asked. He really didn't really appreciate him bullying the other students. He thought instead of making them fear the Void, he should accept them so that they can be with the Void too.
Post by The Swift Scout on Feb 17, 2013 10:58:03 GMT -5
Teemo yawns, waddling his way up the main road to the school. He was dressed in nothing but shorts, tennis-shoes, and a neckerchief. His little backpack bounced on his shoulders as the yordle made his way up to the building, glancing around at the students moving about. There weren't very many yordles that attended this school, but he didn't mind. It helped him keep his mind focused on school work and cross-country. Smiling, young Teemo finds a decently sized tree near the main entrance to sit under and enjoy a snack he'd prepared before it was time for class.
Post by darkassasin on Feb 17, 2013 11:53:36 GMT -5
He looked towards Cassiopiea trying to keep keep calm, it was going well so far. He had thought that everyone would find him disgusting because he looks so different. But he couldn't think what to say, as he thought what to say he realised that it was awfully cold here, he had never visited Runeterra before and wasn't accustomed to this whether. (He doesn't even have the tufts of fur around his neck and other body parts.)
"Its very cold today." he said almost apprehensively hoping that it wasn't just him.
Post by Tiny Master of Evil on Feb 17, 2013 12:40:39 GMT -5
A tiny black yordle wearing blue clothes, a wizard hat and carrying a really big backpack for his size, arrives at the school... he wanted to be a successful merchant around the world, so, the idea of study with persons from different City States was great, maybe the first step to create a great economy between Bandle and the rest of Valoran. He walks around the School, looking for the classroom, he didn't wanted to arrive late.
((In this alternative universe, Veigar has not gone to Noxus yet, so, he is not EVIL... for now ))
" Today? Looking for Swain. Though he may of figured out to get in another way..." He grumbled, then watched Teemo sit down out front for a morning snack. "Hey, its Teemo. You hungry? Could go get us some food..haha"
Post by Jonathan Xiang-Lewis on Feb 17, 2013 14:17:45 GMT -5
((I guess I might as well kick off the teacher's side.))
"Well, a new year it is..." Jon thought to himself as he went over the mid-terms that he was going to hand back to the class that day. Math was his forte, and unlike others he actually enjoyed teaching the field. However, sometimes the students didn't always grasp the material, and this year, the mid-terms turned out... not so well.
"...and for some, it might not be the best way to start it...I might have to re-administer it, looking over the scores," Jon mused, looking over the scores again; less than half even passed, much less receive a grade they likely wished to receive. The class might be a long day for some...
But, the day had not yet started yet: there were still six minutes until the bell went off. The class was mostly empty, but most of the students didn't come in until five minutes before class anyways, so he was not surprised. After all, it was the first day of school since winter break, so he wasn't going to be a stickler over coming in a little bit late.
It reminded him to the one and only day he came in late to school; the night before, he had just learned he had been accepted to what was -and still is- ranked the #1 university across Valoran, and he was brimming with confidence; he wound up embarrassing himself in front of everyone, and some of his friends still don't let him live down that day for it. But, coming in late was usually preferable to flunking a mid-term, and it might be the case here, so he wouldn't give the usual penalty for coming in late this time.
After all, from the scores, he didn't want to give them more trouble than they'd probably already be in...
Walking up to the board, he began to do his customary tally marks of the total grades for the class on the mid-term. The final tally looked as follows:
A-2 B-3 C-4 D-4 F-15
Jon then covered the statistics with the projector blind, as he didn't want to reveal them just yet. He noticed the numbers, and a coincidence came up: they were the very numbers which related to his doctoral thesis he had just earned last year, the doctorate degree hanging proudly on the wall behind his desk. Jon turned and looked at it; it was as if he had just come back from the ceremony where he had gotten the very degree... but then his ind came back to the mid-terms, and he realized that he had a very pressing matter to attend to.
Regardless, it was evident that Jon was not terribly pleased with the results, as he would make known to the class soon...
...especially two of the students who were quite important to him otherwise. As the Ice hockey coach, the school was starving for a title, and with the arrival of Jax and Cho' gath, the dream might finally be realized; but if the two couldn't keep their grades up, they wouldn't be able to go into the playoffs, and the team would be spineless without them...
The teenage Shaco popped his head into the fairly empty classroom, then poked his head back out. He grinned. Shaco still had some time before class to retrieve a vital part of his prank. However, where he needed to claim it from was the Gym, and that was all the way across the school.
The Jester stroked his chin, then had an idea. He summoned a clone, and controlled it to walk inside of the math class. "Good morning Mister Lewis..." Shaco' clone groaned for him, then proceeded to slump down in an empty desk near the back of the room. The real Shaco deceived, a small cloud of orange smoke popping up behind him.
Post by The Nine-Tailed Fox on Feb 17, 2013 15:01:04 GMT -5
Oh dear, would you look at the time? Ahri was on her way to school but all of these boys stepping in her way were slowing her down and it started to get irritating for her. The teachers will surely not accept this as an excuse for her lateness and she would be really embarassed in-front of her classmates since she is always one of the top students at High school and is quite the example for certain students!
The Fox crossed the school's gates and made her way to the main building, crossing the hallways steadily and avoiding all the indiscrete looks of the boys that were just standing there and chilling. The young girl let out a sigh and stood by the classroom's door, waiting for the bells to ring while looking for a boy to tease and have fun with.
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 17, 2013 15:16:52 GMT -5
Timidly, red eyes darting furtively from Shaco to the teacher, a young Swain stepped into the Algebra classroom. His favorite class. He was glad, this year, to have it first, to start the day solving problems on paper in silence. Much easier than dealing with people in other classes: the "Socratic Seminars" in psychology, the ridiculous partner projects in Home Ec, and... He shuddered. P.E.
With a quiet, "Hi," and the weakest of smiles to Mr. Lewis, he shuffles across the room to an open desk at the front of the class, his trenchcoat billowing behind him.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Feb 17, 2013 15:24:24 GMT -5
Arriving in math class just in the nick of time, the young Poppy looks happy. A slight smile on her face as she nods at the teacher and walks to her chair, her t-shirt, shorts and face covered in a light layer of coal dust. It would be clear that she's been working the forge with her father even before the school started today.
She looks over the math books. Not really her kind of subject, but it didn't show on her face. She turns to look at the teacher and covers her books in coal dust without noticing.
((So, since the "time-period" is far back, Poppy's not gone through her trauma yet and is not as serious :P ))
Post by malcolmgraves on Feb 17, 2013 15:31:14 GMT -5
Graves suited up in the teachers lounge and entered the hallway. He wore his Riot Graves uniform and still had a real shotgun...though used blanks and smoke grenades. (Sometimes tear gas) When you have powerful students you need serious security to break up the fights and still become friendly with most the students.And he was on good terms with..most of them. Graves was not much of the academic in his day but he sure could fight and bring the pain. Thats why they hired..
Security Chief Graves. He adjusted his Black Shades and started patrolling the halls.
His job mostly consisted of breaking up fights, guiding people to the office, delivering notes to classes, and conversing with the students. Making the gear he wore mostly for cosmetic use..
Last Edit: Feb 17, 2013 15:36:01 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
Post by darkomega2 on Feb 17, 2013 15:59:15 GMT -5
Jax entered into the class,looking around who was there.
There was Shaco,which is so annoying to everyone in the class because not only doesnt he has friends and is a freak,but also because he pranks everyone almost every time,then there was Swain,who somehow managed to avoid Chogath,and Poppy.
He walked into the back of the seats,where he sits with his buddies like Gragas and Chogath.
Meanwhile, in the gym, Pantheon was already prepared for the influx of students in his second period PE class after the first period math class was finished. He sat behind the desk he had set up at one end of the gym, his feet propped up on top of it. He was reading the newest edition of "Swords and Sandals", a magazine that was the ancient equivalent of "Guns and Ammo". The gym equipment was set up and ready for use, and several bins full of assorted balls were also taken out. Everything in the gym was orderly to the point of perfection, Pantheon would have it no other way.
He took a brief glace toward the schedule which he had placed down on his desk. He had decided to go easy on the students, since this was their first day back in school. For the first activity, he had set down 100 meter endurance sprints. Following that, were push-ups until the students dropped. Afterward, the students were free to play around with the sports equipment until the class was finished. However, if there were to be any slackers in his class, they were in for hell on earth.
Since he was also the coach for wrestling, Pantheon decided he would advertise to the students at the beginning of class. If any of them were interested, they had best be prepared to work harder than they had ever worked before.
Last Edit: Feb 17, 2013 16:44:39 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
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