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| Topic Started: Sunday, 3. November 2013, 16:46 (303 Views) | |
| Frederick | Sunday, 3. November 2013, 16:46 Post #1 |
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Whispered Poison
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There is a place in every school for the numerous groups of the social strata to congregate. indeed there are few other instances in life where this many groups congregate on this little space and survive in mostly peaceful coexistence. Even better, from some points of view, would be blissful ignorance of each others dealings, yet this was shattered by the announcements in front of the school every morning. This morning had been no different in that regard, except that the mousey science teacher Mr Ohdweer -- whom students generally called some variant of OhQueer behind his back -- announced the first meeting of the chess club for this term. He stuttred a bit making that announcement, standing on a chair which he had brought along for the occasion to be able to reach the microphone. Giggles of the student body had been firmly supressed by a glare from the headmisstress standing behind him. There would be No Fun Made of the small teachers height on Her Glaring Watch. Except that Mr Ohdweer seemed to be aware of her presence more than the students in first row. His ears had taken on the nice raspberry color they did when something got to him at least. And the stutter had gotten worse. Far worse. Nerds welcome the invitation screamed. Well... if there was a jock wanting to come he would be made welcome of course. The Chess sets were all lined up in an English Classroom with a wall of texts to be perused on one side, windows on the other and a big blackboard at the front. It was not a classroom, Mr. Ohdweer knew, but one he had borrowed from Miss Richards, the English English teacher. Clocks were set up. A few chess sets were set up. Only students were missing yet. Mr. Ohdweer was fidgeting. |
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| Marthereau | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 15:25 Post #2 |
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Death of the party
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Steps rang out through the corridor. They were coming towards the door, coming for... him ? Those were no pupil's steps, though. Too big, too brisk, too directed. They were a sharp contrast to the usual aimless trot and shuffle that normally filled the halls outside. Closing in on the door, the steps halted and the door finally opened and revealed the figure of... Mr Oliveira. The Director of Music peered into the room and then down into the mug in his hand, as if he wanted to make sure it was still there and -most importantly- not empty. His affection for coffee was well-known, as his ability to always have a full mug with him wherever he went, no matter how far he was from the next coffee dispenser. He took a swig from the mug and walked in. "All set, but still no crowd tumbling in. Almost looks like morning assembly is overrun today. Hopefully the headmaster doesn't get into one of her disciplinary speeches again." Not that she wasn't nice under the right circumstances, but there were a few things she was known to be very... passionate about, and the conduct and behaviour of students, especially when school property was involved was one of those things. "Perhaps she has found out who blew up the toilets in the second floor, but if thats the case, I wouldn't want to be among those responsible. So, Pad, rallying all the nerds again for the best game of the world ?" |
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