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Post by Braam Van Der Via on Apr 9, 2011 7:37:39 GMT -6
Braam sauntered into the room labeled on his schedule for his first team meeting. Or rather he would have if he hadn’t walked straight into the door. The door won and sent him sprawling onto his back. “Dammit,” he muttered picking himself off of the ground before inspecting the doorknob. Realizing the room was password protected he remembered the password he’d been assigned. It took a minute to enter everything in, but once he did so the lock clicked open satisfactorily. After slipping into the room he assured the door closed behind him.
Well this place is a complete dump. This wasn’t entirely the case, as the room had been updated to ensure that Team White had all of the things it needed. Still to Braam it felt obvious the budget for the school had gone to other places first. He quietly seated himself near the windows before pulling out his sketchbook and tin of supplies. At least the chairs are as uncomfortable as the rest of the school, he sighed and started to draw, not caring about anyone else in the room, potential or otherwise.
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Post by Lysander P. Dorian on Apr 10, 2011 12:08:37 GMT -6
(ooc; Gah. We're the only Team White people so far. I hope you don't mind a teacher!)
Lysander was late by the teacher's standards. Faculty advisors were supposed to be there at least thirty minutes early to prepare. Prepare for what? Team White shouldn't be doing much. The only reason why he was here today was because it was the first meeting. Honestly, how rowdy could students get if they weren't participating in the main events? Maybe I'll install security cameras for future meetings, just in case... He entered his teacher password and strolled into the room, making sure to close the door behind him.
He took a seat in the corner of the room, passing by a student sitting by the windows in the process. With one leg over the other and an elbow propped up upon a desk next to him, the only indication of the teacher's existance from the entrance of the room was the light tapping of his fingers against the keyboard of one of the typewriters. Jesus. How old is this school? I haven't seen one of these in ages, and even then they were starting become digital.
Quickly getting bored with the machine, he looked up to see if anyone else came inside. Nope. "Good job," He looked at the student near the window. "You're on time. What are you drawing?"
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Post by Braam Van Der Via on Apr 10, 2011 20:57:15 GMT -6
Braam blinked and looked back towards where the voice had come from. He knew he wasn’t alone, and that typewriters didn’t talk, therefore there had to be another person in the room. Twisting around in his seat, he held up his sketchbook containing a very rough and unfinished outline of a rabbit. He didn’t tell anyone he had a rabbit, if only because he knew he’d be teased for not having an ‘appropriate’ animal such as a crocodile or a python, and even his Stabyhoun had earned him ridicule as a kid.
Still Braam loved his Konijn and enjoyed drawing her. “Just a rabbit, it’s not done yet.” He replied briefly, trying to be to sound casual about it as though it were any other animal. “So any idea what this meeting’s supposed to be about?”
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Post by Lysander P. Dorian on Apr 12, 2011 1:35:40 GMT -6
Lysander found himself squinting to try and see the outline of a rabbit in the sketchbook. It took a moment for his eyes to focus and see the outline. "I see...Lovely." He forced a smile, trying not to think about his worsening eyesight. He was getting old.
"Yep," He sat up and faced the typewriter on the desk in front of him, typing relevant words as he spoke. Rabbit. "Since this is Team White, there isn't much to go over. Most kids who joined this team probably wanted to avoid the rowdiness that Blue and Red are going to cause eventually." Neutral.
"Basically, we're supposed to go over independent study and the informant system. And then you guys get to socialize." Information. Lysander sat back again in his seat, yawning as he spoke. "That's when the rest of the team shows up though."
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Post by Braam Van Der Via on Apr 13, 2011 20:11:19 GMT -6
Leaning back in his chair, Braam nodded, more like if the rest of the team shows up. The classroom was still empty, save for the two already in it. Not much of a team with just two people. We can’t even go curling much less whatever this whole competition is about. Sighing, he picked up a pen and put it in his mouth wishing he could get out of here and go for a smoke in the gardens. He shrugged and returned his attention to the conversation at hand. “Do you want to wait for anyone else?”
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Post by Helen Diaconis on May 16, 2011 22:35:01 GMT -6
((ooc: Team White, represent! Hope you don't mind me barging in? ;  ) O-Oh, dear. Helen was running late - something she always detested. The advisors for each team should have been at their common rooms half an hour before the meeting time, but gah. Where did time go. School had just started, too! Forgetfulness shouldn't set in so quickly! She rounded the corner, leather sandals skidding slightly on the linoleum floor in her rush to get to the old journalism room. Her hands clutched a folder full of various papers, attendance, student numbers, a short survey she was planning to give to her math classes soon, and her arms pumped back and forth as she hurried on her way. The door came into sight soon enough, causing Helen to heave a short sigh. Who knew that time could fly so quickly. Hopefully, being tardy wouldn't give anybody a poor opinion of her. Yikes. And so early in the school year. Her right hand fumbled in her pocket for her teacher password; she'd written down the numbers to serve as a reminder until they were memorized. The buttons on the door were pushed and she turned the doorknob. "Sorry, I'm late! I...just lost track of time, I suppose," she sighed, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear, "Have we...gotten very far in the meeting, yet?" Upon further examination of the room...it seemed as if there were only two other people there - a student and...the elusive Mr. 404. Did I get the time wrong? She thought to herself as she closed the door behind her. There ought to have been more students than this...? She glanced at the clock. Perhaps they were all running late, too. |
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Post by Braam Van Der Via on May 29, 2011 18:01:27 GMT -6
Blinking and raising an eyebrow the Dutchman leaned back in his chair to look at the newly arrived teacher. Was it just Braam or was the entirety of the White Team made of teachers? Not that he minded, Braam didn’t care as long as everyone left him alone. That said though he bit back a sarcastic retort, but gave a wave of recognition to his math teacher before returning to his almost completed rabbit sketch.
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