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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Apr 11, 2011 21:59:58 GMT -6
Antonio really, really needed to stop oversleeping if he wanted to make anything resembling a good impression as vice president. The siesta he had taken that afternoon had become more of a long afternoon nap, and it wasn't until he had pressed snooze for the fifth time did he realize he was going to be late. The Spaniard quickly tossed on a pair of khakis and a dark red jacket, brushed his teeth, and ran a hand through his hair. He still looked disheveled, but it would have to do.
He glanced at his watch as he closed the door to his room. 12:03. The meeting must have already started. Not that Antonio could bring himself to worry too much. How important could a couple of issues and decisions be that they couldn't wait a couple of minutes. Antonio smiled as the sunlight hit his face. It was a beautiful day. A beautiful day that should have been spent playing football in the park with his friends or laying in the grass. He sighed as he made his way to the classroom.
At 12:15, Antonio finally reached the room. "Afternoon," he said, waving to the members. With a stretch, he took his seat at the front of the room, facing the desks.
(( Apologies for how short this is. :x ))
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 12, 2011 0:53:40 GMT -6
Arthur Kirkland was not at all pleased with the lack of a vice president at 12:00, which was the time the meeting was supposed to start. Not only was the missing vice president setting a bad example for the new members of student council, he was also holding back the meeting. At 12:05, Arthur was tempted to call the meeting to order without the vice president. He figured he would give the Spaniard the benefit of the doubt, just this once since it was the first meeting.
Arthur looked up when Antonio entered the room at 12:15, tapping his pencil on the desk in front of him. He stared at Antonio pointedly, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "You're late, 722. We almost started without you. And where is your uniform?"
Honestly, the boy looked like he just got out of bed, much to Arthur's chagrin. (A bad example!) Arthur was baffled as to how the Spaniard managed to look like he just rolled out of bed in the middle of the day. Knowing the boy, he probably did.
(It's alright! What day is this taking place? xD)
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Post by Lin Mei Hua on Apr 12, 2011 5:59:31 GMT -6
Mei had been entirely lost in the world of people-chasing clocks, jumping classrooms, and flying surfboards when an irritated tapping brought her back to reality and reminded her that she was at the very first student council meeting of the year. She turned her attention away from the novel she had been reading and checked her watch. 12:10. Mei blinked in bewilderment, then looked around. It appeared that the meeting had not begun yet, even though it was already ten minutes past the appointed time.
It was then that she noticed the source of the tapping noise. The Student Council president was tapping a pencil on the desk, and looked rather annoyed. Mei wondered why the blond seemed so irked, then realized that the vice president had yet to arrive. I wish °Æ·|ªø would hurry up, I don't think ·|ªø can stand waiting for him any longer... She sighed, but seeing as there was nothing she could do about the situation, returned to her book.
She looked up a few minutes later when she heard the door open and saw the missing vice president walk in. He's not wearing his uniform. Mei looked at the council president. He did not look pleased. At all. Uh-oh...
Translations:
°Æ·|ªø - (council) vice president
·|ªø - (council) president
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 13, 2011 21:31:12 GMT -6
Alfred looked on with amusement as Arthur began to chastise Antonio for his tardiness. It was only the first student council meeting, yet the president was already less than pleased. The premature chaos didn't bother Alfred, however; he instead relished the thought of some quality entertainment.
He looked down at the paper he was doodling on. The growing irritation of the president should have signaled him to pay attention, but at the moment, it seemed drawing himself as Captain America was of far more importance than actually listening.
Deciding to test Arthur's patience as much as possible, Alfred propped his feet up on his desk and began to slurp loudly at a soda he had brought with him.
Yeah...I think watching him blow up will be a pretty damn good start to this meeting.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 25, 2011 15:59:59 GMT -6
He.. wasn't late. At all. He had just been strolling through the gardens... or at least had ended up strolling through the gardens. In the end he had found- though he wasn't lost!- the classroom and looking at his watch, he decided that being 20 minutes later wasn't late. At all.
He adjusted his clothes, took his bag, slid a hand through his hair and put his mobile phone on 'quiet' - this took him a little while, stupid technology - and carefully opened the door.
He was surprised when he saw the vice-president, the Spaniard, being scolded by the president. Roderich saw the others at their places, one boy with his feet propped up on the desk (which made Roderich mentally scold the boy) slurping one or another unhealty American drink.
Roderich quietly closed the door behind him and walked to his appointed desk as soon as he could, hoping he wouldn't be noticed by the president. He frankly didn't want to be in the Spaniard's shoes.
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