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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jan 11, 2010 15:19:33 GMT -5
They met in secret.
... In the bright, early hours of a dry, humid Saturday morning. And so far it was only Tanya out here, she was quite early, standing outside the intricate designs of the Gardens, with a pile of papers sitting on a folding chair she'd borrowed from the Staff lounge. There was no wind this morning, thankfully, yet, it was only nine o'clock and already it was in the 100's. This place is ghastly. The weather here could never make up it's mind. One day it was windy enough to be the outer rings of a Tornado, and the next day it was so dry no amount of chap stick or lotion could save you. Today was on of the latter.
But she was waiting, as patiently as she could, for the others to arrive. Each of them had received a black velvet envelope, which had been stuffed under their dorm doors, and contained an invitation to meet her out here, near the Gardens, at 9:30 in the morning. Their names had been written in gold ink across the top of the envelope, and in smaller writing, though with the same calligraphic font and gold ink:
IF YOU TELL ANYONE I WILL MAIM YOU!
It was an empty threat of course. But Tanya wanted to make sure that this would be a surprise, for the most part. She had spent three hours, on Thursday night, in the Headmaster's office, begging, pleading, and promising to fund the entire operation herself, if only he'd let her have this one... Tiny... Itty-bitty, thing. And Osamu had either become so annoyed with her, and caved, or he was relatively interested in what she wanted to that he gave her the go ahead. And being the odd, quirky, eccentric person that she was, Tanya squeed with joy, danced around his office a bit, and forced herself not to throw her body at him in the biggest hug she'd ever given anyone.
She wasn't sure how he would react to that.
Or herself for that matter.
Nonetheless...
Tanya spent the next half an hour sprinting through the girls dorm and shoving envelopes under doors, then the boys dorm, and finally the teachers dorm. She'd picked a few for their artistic talent, input and insight, and then a few guys to help with the lifting, and the other dirty work. She'd also have to hire someone to tend to the Gardens, pull weeds, and help arrange a few other things. Drat. I'll have to remember to ask John and that assisstant of his to join us.
Hoping to inspire her fellow planners, Tanya had dressed herself to match the theme she was going for. She wore her usual rainbow and glittered converse [those were a must for her] and a pair of her dark blue skinny jeans. Above that she sported and dark blue and purple kimono, with small pink Sakura buds sewn everywhere into the silk, and the added effect of white and gold glitter she'd brushed on to make it really pop. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail with long dark green ribbons, small pink and gold flowers pinned in random spots on her head, and a silver tiara she added in there for the hell of it. Beside the chair holding her papers, was a box stuffed with a few other things she was planning on showing off to her guests, so that they might get the gist of what she wanted to convey.
Pleased with herself, Tanya began to pace back in forth in the hot sun, just outside the Garden's opening, waiting.
I'll have to get a circus tent...
Invitation only thread. If you've received the invitation in your PM's you're more then welcome to join in.
v.v If you already know what's going on, please don't give it away in your posts, since not everyone invited knows what we're planning. x3
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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jan 11, 2010 17:04:37 GMT -5
The raven-haired boy had no idea why he had come.
Perhaps curiosity had gotten the better of him.
Perhaps he was just too damn bored to sit around in his dorm.
Either way, he found himself sauntering into the Gardens, with his usual cocky smirk plastered on his face. He'd lost today's pack of fangirls, finally, since this meeting was supposed to be secret. Otherwise he'd just keep them a couple arm-lengths away and tell them to keep it down.
Not like that did much good.
Sometimes he wondered just how much they would swoon if they saw him winging over the tree tops, his large crow's wings making him look like a true fallen angel. He knew he was already sexy. That was one of his problems. But what the hell, if you're gonna live, live big.
Cobalt blue eyes settled on a fidgety woman waiting in the garden with a clipboard. He assumed she was Tanya, the sender of the invitations. He pondered briefly over what she wanted at 9:30 a.m. He'd have preferred to sleep until twelve, like he usually tried to, and would have preferred staying inside altogether, but he figured he might as well figure out what was going on and stretch before this afternoon's flying.
Good things birds stayed cool in hot weather, or he'd be completely screwed.
Today he wore black skinny jeans and a tight black t-shirt, along with his favorite pair of leather boots- black with silver bat buckles running up the sides. He also wore a studded black leather belt that he didn't even bother to wear properly- it was only for decoration. It hung loosely around his hips, a little crooked. He had all his sexy silver piercings on.
"So. Plan to explain why I'm here?"
I'll bring in Tory later.
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Post by VEE :: THE CONQUERER on Jan 12, 2010 8:39:27 GMT -5
He doesn't know what to make of it.
The quiet boy got back from one of his regular visits to the library (don't be fooled, he's not an avid reader), to find an envelope in his room. It was black velvet, smooth against his sensitive fingers, the writing, the paper inside, everything about it expensive and classy, if a bit over-the-top. At first, he thought it was his mother playing the fool, sending something illegal or generally making his life a misery, as she tries to do frequently. It's her way of telling him she loves him, he supposes. He wishes she'd find another way of doing it, though. Preferably a less painful one.
But, the note wasn't from his mother. When he finally had the patience to see-hear-whatever the writing, it turned out to be from that eccentric teacher. Miss Guathie? He thinks that's her. The whole thing reeks of mystery. A game? A plan? A front? An invitation to a party? More than one? He doesn't like to be as curious as he is, nonchalantly deny his niggling interest in the whole affair. He's bored. That's the problem. Music classes don't challenge someone with his perfect pitch and his control over sound. He finds it fun, sure, but not difficult. And other subjects hold little for him. He likes languages, but he picks them up fast. Then he get bored. Maybe things will get better as the year progesses. Maybe. But anyway, this mysterious little invitation piques his sense of adventure...
And this is why the reclusive, brown-haired, misty-eyed guy is walking towards the gardens on a swelteringly hot Saturday morning. He's kind of on time, mostly. He hopes. He doesn't really wear a watch. He judges by whatever he can. Though, today, he's not really concentrating. It's too hot. The air seems to shimmer around him. The plants in the garden wilt. The trees are still, no breeze to soothe them. Nothing like his damp British homelands. He's dressed as well as he can to combat the heat. In other words, his usual baggy jeans with the useful pockets for his various little tools and bits, and a music-related t-shirt. Today, Muse. A breeze from home. He's always been fond of the oldies.
He soon gets distracted by his surroundings. He brushes leaves, he listens, and soon his focus is on pulling some twigs in a certain direction, so that when he hums at them, he can hear Beethoven's Moonlit Sonata. Kind of. In his own way. Anyone else would just think that he was crazy, but he knows what he can hear. He doesn't spend long doing that. Another guy comes up. The fellow lifts his head, listening to the other. Hmm. Sounds hollow. Bird-like. Weird. He hears him go right past...
Oh! And there's the Tanya woman. She is glittery and bright and cheerful. Creeps him out a bit, to be honest. She's a teacher. They're not usually the happy sort. The boy goes up, and asks a question, and he's interested to know the answer, too. So he disentangles himself from the bush he's been investigating, and steps a little closer, trying not to appear too interested.
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Post by ツ PEZZY on Jan 29, 2010 13:17:16 GMT -5
OMFG!!! <3
All was going well in the Land of Lopez.
So well, in fact, she would have sprayed the world with glitter and vanilla fragrance if she had the ammunition. But that was for another day. Today, was a Saturday, and it was the day that she'd recieved a mysterious, threatening message from a cryptic somebody from someplace inside the school. All Sylvie could say when she found the letter lying flat on the floor of her dorm was, "Sweeeet." That summed it up nicely.
Practically whisking around in circles in joy trying to put on some neat, navy ox converse, paint-splattered jean shorts and a pink tie-dye racerback tanktop, she eventually made her way to the bathroom and moisturized for ten minutes with something from avon that smelled like jasmine but had an SPF of 20. It wasn't pointless, actually, it was rather smart considering it was "dry to the power of dry" outside. I'm not gonna end up like a dry piece of human caramel. Her skin was the color of caramel, true, but it wouldn't burn unless you strapped her down to the underside of a griddle, but it would get dry like any other person's. Lucky.
When she finished, she figured some sunglasses would be nice, so she propped a pair of those cheap yellow-rimmed ones you find at DJ parties (though they do have UV protection, so that's a win-win). Finally happy with her appearance, she gingerly unlocked the door, spun down the stairwell, out the school doors and into the maze of hedges. Jeesh, it's hot. Sylvie checked her phone. Nine-twenty. Not bad. Usually she found herself being late to meetings and things, but, surprisingly, she was motivated enough to be on time. Yay.
It took five minutes to waltz around and actually find Ms. Guathie, whom the latina had guessed was the one who had sent out the message. Blinking twice in recognition and darting over to the teacher and the two other boys gingerly (who probably dwarfed her by a few inches) she grinned sweetly, a weak giggle escaping her lips as she spoke. "I hope we don't melt to death before we actually get to do something fun."
Melting is bad, si?
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