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Post by Frankie Cuzco on Jul 21, 2009 11:34:26 GMT -5
FRANKIE CUZCO !! Once again Frankie found himself in detention. It was a regular occurrence for him to be sent to detention. Usually it was for refusing to do something a teacher says or just causing havoc. Frankie found himself doing that a lot, disobeying. It was in his nature to disobey it started with his father and just grew. Some say its independence and others say it’s a mean streak, either way Frankie was in detention again.
This time Frankie was in detention from mouthing off in a previous detention. So once again he crammed his 6 foot 8 inch body into a small desk and waited to find out what detention was for the day. Sometimes detention was scrubbing an empty room or writing lines or even just sitting in silence doing nothing. Frankie had experienced them all. Seeing how he had been in detention so much since First Year Frankie knew a lot about detention.
There were a few others in detention. Usually you could tell who expierence at detention was and what type of student they were. The ones that never ever got in detention and were distraught about it were sitting front in center eager to earn their honor back. The ones that were in detention a couple times were in the middle or the sides acting like they cared less when they were really angry inside. Then there were the students like Frankie that were in the back stretching out and relaxing like they owned the place because they had been there so much. Most of the novice detention comers strayed away from the back in fear and the intermediate ones were casual but didn’t want to get caught mingling with the usual attendants.
So here sat Frankie in the back of detention waiting for it to begin. He didn’t dread detention in fact he found it as something to do. But he didn’t quite like the fact the teachers controlled the situation and that was how Frankie usually got stuck back in detention. Lounging back in his chair Frankie sighed and scanned the room with his chocolate brown eyes, maybe something or someone interesting would stumble on in.
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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 21, 2009 13:39:18 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie Xenith She kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
it wasn't at all common for hunter to be found in detention. generally, she got away with everything, as people tended to take her insults as a joke (although they rarely were), and she was careful not to cross the teachers so that, when she got into serious trouble, there was always a teacher that could vouch for her and say "hunter wouldn't do something like that", and so her punishment would be waived on lack of evidence. today, though, she had been in a particularly foul mood, and she wasn't much in the right frame of mind for being sneaky and manipulative. instead, she had been firing hexes and curses left, right and centre, not caring who they hit. she had even pointed her wand through a gap in the muggle studies classroom door and aimed a spell at someone. this was the reason that she was in detention - the professor had chosen that particular moment to walk past the door, and she got the hex in full force - her nails, hair and teeth started to grow really quickly, and she was forced to abandon her lesson. once returned to her normal state, having seen only hunter walking away from the classroom as she departed herself, she had issued hunter with a detention. still clad in her black and purple outfit, hunter stormed into the detention room, immediately heading for the back. she wasn't about to get hounded for sitting at the front, and the ones in the middle looked like, to use her term, pussies. the back was the only place for her, it seemed, and she snarled angrily as a guy stuck his foot out to try and trip her up. the look on her face made him think again, and the leg retracted. finding an empty desk beside someone who looked perfectly at home there, hunter pushed her chair back, balanced it on it's back legs, and put her feet up on the table. "nice day we're having."
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Post by Frankie Cuzco on Jul 21, 2009 14:04:32 GMT -5
FRANKIE CUZCO !! As if someone was listening into Frankie's thoughts a quite angry girl charged into the room. It was quite funny seeing her charge to the back glaring at anyone in her path. So of course Frankie chuckled as she glared particularly meanly at a guy that was trying to trip her. Finally some entertainment in detention, it wasn’t that Frankie couldn’t figure something out but it got tiring trying to figure out what to do every single time he got bored. This girl provided a great source of entertainment for Frankie.
When she sat down and snapped a remark about the Frankie’s day Frankie couldn’t help but smile a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Frankie had never been one for smiling, never quite having the reason to smile with his heart. This was another reason people were shocked that he was in Bravura. People thought he was a cold, cruel jerk because he didn’t show cheery emotions besides laughter that was generally directed at someone’s expense.
”Well Darlin,” Frankie said in his Southern accent, ”It is a wonderful day for me.” Of course he was being sarcastic but he said it with another meaningless smile that didn’t reach his chocolate eyes. Now Frankie was curious though. This girl was obviously upset and Frankie wanted to figure out why. So not caring if the girl thought he was a nosy Southern prick Frankie spoke up. ”So Darlin whatchya in here for?”
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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 21, 2009 16:29:51 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie XenithShe kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
hunter rolled her eyes as she sat down. stereotypically enough, all the guys that were labelled as 'class clown' or just 'complete fuck up' were housed at the back of the room. those at the front had probably just forgotten to turn in an assignment to a particularly nasty teacher. they all sat hunched over, ashamed, whilst the kids in the back lounged, stretched out, seemed completely comfortable where they were. musing to herself, hunter even imagined that they sat at the same desk every time. her only words were sarcastic, and she barely looked at the guy as she said it, shooting him a glance before staring stonily forward. she didn't expect him to answer. she half expected him to grunt, or just ignore her completely, and a part of her figured that he was one of those that seemed incapable of stringing two words together. she was pleasantly surprised (although she'd never admit it) when he started to speak. "well darlin'. it is a wonderful day for me."hunter rolled her eyes again, and sighed, inspecting her nails disinterestedly. sarcasm was pretty much dripping off his words, but hunter feigned ignorance. "really?" she asked, her tone harsh. "this the only day you didn't get insulted, lurch?" she added, her voice cold and cruel, tongue sharp and ready to attack. her mind was running way ahead of her mouth, but she moderated herself. no doubt he could feed her more bait for her keen wit to play with. "so, darlin', whatchya in here for?"[/b] ah, a nosy one. just her luck. hunter stayed silent for a moment, pretending that she was busy sorting the buckles out on her shoes. "nothing much." she started, shrugging. "just for hexing the muggle studies bitch of a professor." she added a moment later, pulling at a loose thread on her left glove. there was a pause, and then hunter regretfully returned the question. "what did you do this time?"
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Post by Frankie Cuzco on Jul 23, 2009 16:57:15 GMT -5
FRANKIE CUZCO !! That was an interesting way to get into detention. So the angry girl next to him did have a good reason for being here and the girl wasn’t too happy about it. Seeing how she was situated in the back of the class she wasn’t a goody two shoes that was ashamed of being here, but she wasn’t in the middle where most of the less frequents sat. Frankie knew she wasn’t there often because well Frankie was there practically every day.
Not else to mention that the fact that she got caught hexing a teacher was a lot more interesting. Not that Frankie hasn’t got caught hexing a few people and a teacher got stuck in the crossfire but the way the girl spoke it seemed that she wasn’t exactly regretful of it, not that Frankie ever was. However the fact of the matter was that Frankie was interested in this girl.
”Now lets see… I’ma in detention cause I talked in detention yesterday.” Frankie told her, his southern accent twanging. However the reason he was in detention yesterday was because he just so happened to be there when there was an explosion in the boy’s restroom. Now Frankie couldn’t blame the teachers for blaming him and oddly enough Frankie didn’t do it… because he had already done it before, but that was beside the point. ”Now Darlin don’ be so down. Detention is plenty of fun,” Frankie drawled and gave her a wink.
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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 23, 2009 18:10:10 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie XenithShe kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
the troublesome thing about being hunter was that she was usually misunderstood. those that didn't get to know her thought she was a whore with no morals, judging by the way she dressed. by the way she spoke, and by the way she walked, most people wouldn't think much different. but even in detention, where most people were understanding and empathetic, her emotions were being mistaken. she wasn't pissed off because she was in detention. she was simply pissed off that she'd gotten caught, and hadn't even seen the result, because the professor had fled too fast for her to see anything. she was also annoyed that, instead of doing something even vaguely entertaining, like tormenting the first years that could only retaliate with 'flipendo' and 'expelliarmus', which were easily deflected, she was stuck in a room full of guys that didn't seem to give a shit that she'd just walked past them all in a short skirt. Gays. She thought, spitefully, scowling blackly straight ahead, wondering if and when they were going to actually get around to punishing them. some of them looked as if they'd been there a while, though, so she didn't hold out much hope. hunter scoffed as she heard his reason. "what, do they drag you out of lessons or something, MAKE you come along if you spoke the previous day? if they do, i think we're pretty much screwed. not that that's a bad thing, obviously." hunter smirked as she immediately turned her own words into an innuendo. at his last words, hunter arched an eyebrow, and her eyes flicked over to look him up and down before shaking her head and scoffing. "yeah, this is real party central. i can see why you hang out here so often." she sneered scornfully, rolling her eyes. "oh, and..." she added as an afterthought. "i'm not your darlin'." she mocked, doing a fair job at copying his accent. "i have a name."
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Post by Frankie Cuzco on Jul 23, 2009 20:24:57 GMT -5
FRANKIE CUZCO !! This girl was definitely interesting. Not only was she full of attitude but she had a bit of fight to her. Obviously she didn’t take crap from anyone, even Frankie who was usually good with charming people with his Southern ‘gentlemen’ thing going on. Sure Frankie wasn’t really a gentlemen but hey whatever works for a person.
However the angry girl beside him didn’t see the ample opportunity of entertainment that could go on in detention. There was a lot to do and especially this detention because the teacher that was supposed to be watching them left a while ago to use the restroom and never came back. Not that Frankie could blame the poor lady for wanting to get out of there. Usually it was the regulars that scared them off and this teacher seemed to be new to the detention monitoring.
”Now darlin’ there is plen’y of fun that can happen in detention,” Frankie drawled and flourished his wand. ”Now lookie here there is a full row of firs’ years and goodie-two-shoes lined up for us in the front… Jus’ watch an’ learn.” With a wave of his wand and a well practiced non-verbal leg-locking hex a particularly fretful looking boy in the front that had finally got the courage to grab a tissue suddenly fell over and Frankie held back his snickers. ”See darlin’”
When the angry girl spoke up about his calling her darlin’ Frankie couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Frankie called just about every other girl he met darlin’ because well it was a force of habit. ”Don’ be worrin darlin’ I know you got a name… What is it anyway?”
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