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The Shadow Private Academy - a slash/angst rpg
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| ((First Entry. Sorry if it's a bit rushed...^_^)) |
[Jul. 14th, 2006|07:47 pm] |
Will Sevael was absolutely furious by the time he managed to lug his trunk inside the Silver Dorm (What kind of metallic and idiotic code system was this? What? Was the Silver Dorm for the lesser intelligent or for those families with less class? My God, did that mean the Bronze Dorm was home to circus freaks, the geniuses, and the freaky goth artists? Was the school's attempt to alienate students by giving them different dorms with different names an attempt to create school spirit? "A team player" sense of rooming proportions?) Will snorted and choked on the cotton of his face mask. The spores were awful this year, and with all those ridiculous flowers planted ( by no doubt a horticulture club or a professional gardner) Will felt like he was breathing in department store perfume.
And, the worst thing about this school as of yet, he was going to have a roommate. Will almost laughed and quickly clutched his sides (still burning from refusing to allow his servants to carry his bags into the school. Will was quickly learning that his pride and stubbornness to dislike his parents would soon have him in the hospital.) The idea was preposteruos! For the 15 years he had been alive, Will had always had his own room; and what with his OCD acting up stronger than ever, he had no doubt that either he or his roommate would quickly go insane. Will grinned and ran his latex gloved fingers through his black hair, clumping it all to one side of his head. No doubt about it, he would be kicked out in no time. |
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| MEDICAL WARD |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|05:58 pm] |
Dr. Star was happy. It was always best when the students weren't forced to visit him. He preferred it that way. It meant everything was running smoothly and everyone was feeling fine. It could be a bit boring at times, but he would much rather be bored than busy.
The students wouldn't be using illness as an excuse to cut class for at least another day or so. He almost had to laugh at that. It was a common occurance. One he didn't really mind, but he would never admit that. It wouldn't be professional.
He took the free time he had to make sure everything was in its place and that his supplies were well-stocked. The administration here was a bit lacking in the brains department, and he had to keep a sharp eye on his supplies. If he didn't put in a request for more far before it was needed, there would be trouble.
His huge muscles rippled and flexed as he worked, his body extraordinarily graceful for a man so big. His hair was long and pulled back into a tight ponytail, the better to keep it out of his way as he worked. The ghost of a smile touched his lips as he dusted and triple-checked everything in his stocks.
Now all he had to do was wait for the inevitable flood of fake stomach flu. |
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| LIBRARY |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|05:57 pm] |
Ms. Delights sat behind the check out desk in the library, trying to look casual as she eyed up the boys who passed by. That was what she liked best about the library. All the boys had to come here eventually, so she would get her chance to see all of them. She considered it one of the perks of her job, and she took advantage of it at every opportunity.
She sighed as she studied a couple of buys who were engrossed in their studies in one corner of the room. She wondered if they were just friends or more than that. She imagined them wrapped in each other's arms, sharing a heated kiss, their breaths mingling as their tongues danced together.
Oh yes, this was definitely a perk she liked... |
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| Drama Class- Lesson One |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|05:20 pm] |
Mr. Sunshine sat on the edge of the stage and watched the boys file into the auditorium, smiling cheerfully at each one in turn. It wouldn't do to ignore anyone. He hated it when people ignored him. It wasn't nice and it wasn't polite and it definitely wasn't friendly. He really liked having a friendly atmosphere in his classroom. A student who was worried about making the teacher angry wasn't concentrating on his studies. He wanted the students to be comfortable.
He waited for the clamor to die down a bit before speaking.
"My name isn't important. No one here really cares about who I am, right?" He smiled, letting them know he was just joking. He could see some nervousness on the faces of the newer students.
"You can call me Mr. Sunshine."
A brief twitter of laughter followed, and he chuckled along with them.
"Welcome to drama class! Try hard, don't be afraid to make a fool of yourself, and show up on time and you'll do just fine in this course."
Mr. Sunshine squared his shoulders and tossed his long blonde hair back over his shoulders.
"Our first lesson today will help each of you to get to know your fellow classmates. This is important! Acting involves exposing and using some of your own fears and experiences, and you have to have some measure of trust in your colleagues before you're ready to do that.
"Here's what I want you to do. Find a partner. Make it someone you don't know, someone you're not friends with. It can even be someone you've only met recently that you want to know more about.
"Then, I want you to tell them something that's happened in your life. Make it something that had a deep emotional impact on you. Don't be shy. They're telling you something important to them too. It could be about your dog dying or a happy memory of a summer day spent with your father. Just make it something that's important to you. I'll be listening, so don't try to get away with anything less than that!
"After you're listened to your partner's memory, I want you to imagine how you would've felt in their place. For instance, your partner tells you that his grandmother who he was close to died when he was thirteen. How would you feel in his place? Imagine what that would've been like, having someone so important to you pass away. Then tell me out loud how it would feel. I want to hear you put yourself in someone else's shoes. Put some emotion into it. Put some thought into it.
"I'll be coming around to each of you and listening, so do your best!" |
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| The Haunted Halloween Dance |
[Oct. 31st, 2005|01:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  achy... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Hisoka (Memory Of A Moonlit Night)" from YnM | ] |
Lips stained red, blonde hair loose and flowing, and wearing a skintight black dress that was this shy of indecent, Music teacher Alasen Helwig greeted the students at the huge doors that led into the ballroom with a smile that showed off her sharpened teeth. If it still failed to be frightening, well, 'frightening' was never a term any of the students associated with her.
Of course, the students had never seen her furious, so that was to be expected.
Her husband Pol had (though thankfully, she'd not been mad at him at the time), and he was the one to open the doors so each group of students could enter. He was clad in a pirate's uniform, complete with peg leg, eye patch, and a rakishly offset dark mustache that clashed with his golden hair and would not stick to his smooth skin for more than a few minutes at a time no matter how much he tried to force it. Unruly blond locks, expertly styled into waves for the occasion, did nothing to make him look scary, either.
Inside the room, however, was another matter. Smoke wafted around the darkened room, rich crimson wall-hangings draped over the windows and blocking out all but the strongest gusts of cold wind. When the makeshift draperies fluttered, cool gusts escaped into the room, making the candleflames shift and dance.
There were no electric lights in use. Instead, candelabras were placed in strategic places around the room, and the candlelight covered everything it touched in a soft glow.
There were shadowy spaces everywhere, and the slight haze only added to the dreamy feel of the room. Air vents, which filtered in clean, air-conditioned air and kept the room from becoming too smoky, were the only things that broke the illusion of a dark, shadowy castle filled with spirits and malice.
But the air vents were in darkened corners, and hard to see. What wasn't hard to see were the long, heavy glass tables lined all along the far end of the room, which were draped in even more dark crimson. The glassware and china laid out were of the finest make; the glass was thin and delicate, the china sturdy and dark grey. Even the glass bowls filled with dark red fruit punch, rich, dark apple cider, and sparkling water flavored with blueberries were thin, and so clear the punch sparkled through it.
There were some small entrees, fried chicken and baked fish mostly, along with a few large turkeys. There were also trays upon trays of fresh sliced fruit and vegetables, with a huge selection of dips to accompany them.
But what took up most of the tables were candies: rich dark chocolates, creamy milk chocolates, imported chocolates with exotic - and 'plain' - flavors, the ubiquitous candy corn, lollipops of every shade and flavor, and so many other candies it looked like they'd taken two or three candy stores' worth of stock for the month and laid it out on the tables. It was sweetness personified, with enough sugar to give one a headache just by looking at it.
The middle table had on it only one thing - a fountain, made of crystal, that poured more red punch over a design that looked simply geometric from far away (but which proved to be made of crossed bones when you looked at it closely). Around this were more stemware, gleaming and flickering with reflected color in the candlelight.
Music drifted through the air from speakers embedded in the walls; songs ranged from slow and dirge-like to wild and manic. The only connection seemed to be that each song had an eerie quality to it.
The entire set-up was lavish, daunting; designed to show power to those looking for it while being simply a 'party for the kids'. It was beautiful, slightly intimidating-
All in all, a typical celebration for the Shadow Private Academy For Young Men.
(OOC: You can still post on the previous thread, btw; I just wanted to get this up in time for Halloween. Speaking of which: Happy Halloween! ^_^) |
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| Opening Day Assembly |
[Oct. 27th, 2005|10:53 am] |
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“Welcome,” said a deep, deeply amused voice, “to the Shadow Academy.”
From his place on stage, Principal Bret Harrison gazed out at the sea of upturned faces. So many beautiful, tempting boys, so little time. With an inner smile, he went on.
“I'm your Principal, Bret Harrison. To all our new students, welcome. To our returning students, welcome back. Let’s all work together to make this school year go as smoothly and be as-“ he grinned wickedly, licking his lips, “-entertaining as possible.
“I look forward to seeing all of you in the flesh,” he practically purred. A few of the younger students in the front row looked positively scandalized (and more than a little scared). It took a great deal of restraint to keep from laughing.
The younger kids were always so easy to tweak.
“If you have any questions or problems, please feel free to bring it up with me, or your Dorm R.A.” He waited as each Dorm R.A. stood from his place in the audience at his gesture, standing just long enough for each student to hopefully get at least a cursory glance at the him before he sat back down again.
“Your satisfaction is of utmost importance in this school. Should you think of anything you need, feel free to come to my office at any time, day or night, and I will do my best to... satiate your every desire.”
By now, more than just the younger kids were looking 'tweaked'. Bret's smile was at its widest, a bright, toothy grin that looked utterly inappropriate on him.
"Remember kids," he went on, voice silky, dark, and strangely gleeful, "the staff and I are here to accommodate your whims, as well as teach you how to be strong, virile men we can all be proud of. So study hard, play hard - because it's not a successful school year if it's not hard."
He stepped down from the microphone. Assistant Vice Principal Norman Conners stepped up, opened his mouth - and froze. While the students stared, Blade Harrison, the P.E. teacher (and Principal Bret's son), came up, and led Norman off-stage; it happened every year, this stage fright, but Norman still insisted on trying...
Also as usual, the music teacher - and one of the school's only resident females - stepped up to take Norman's place giving the rest of the announcements.
"Greetings everyone," she said, smiling brightly. "I'm the Music teacher, Alasen Helwig. We have just a few announcements to make, then you can spend the rest of your day settling in. Classes begin tomorrow, so make sure not to stay up too late.
"Our annual Halloween dance will be held at midnight on Sunday, October Thirtieth. Costumes are a plus, of course, though not required. Personally, I can't imagine Halloween without costumes, but that's just me." She laughed, pushing her golden hair behind her ears.
"Refreshments will be served, including just about any sweet known to man- or woman-kind. Which means, of course, that I was the first to volunteer to chaperone." She laughed again, trying her best to erase Bret's presence from the students' minds. The man was just so... slimy.
"Monday's classes are cancelled, and I expect some of you will be partying straight into Monday night. Just remember, classes resume on Tuesday, and no teacher will be sympathetic to you if you over-indulged the night before.
"Just have fun, and if you have any questions, the entire staff is here to help. My door is open at any time." She thought a moment, then amended, "unless it's closed. In which case, please knock. I do have a husband."
On that brilliant note, she dismissed the students and walked off-stage, her husband's bright blush guiding her into his arms.
(OOC: Most posts will not be like this, as only one character is usually used, but as these are all mine and I needed to introduce some of them, I figured it was okay. Also, the dance post will go up sometime on Sunday, but you may post anything you like before then; don't just wait for classes or schoolwide events.) |
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