New Academy discussion

Of course, Rick was late to science. It was "written in the stars" after all. Science to him was a way for all of them to learn of a way to create an acid to murder others. What an education.
If it wasn't for the dissections, Rick would have thought that science wasn't all about murdering with poisons-no, you had to see which organ will kill the person.
The teacher yelled at him for his lateness, but, considering the other empty seats, he didn't care.
Taking his seat in the back of the class, Rick stared out the window, hearing a small thunder before the sound vanished.
God, I hate science...

Lacey walked her, hips swaying. "Sorry I'm late, my classes got switched." She blinked slowly and turned to the class, and took a seat beside Ricky.

Ricky gave a dry glance in her direction then back to the window. After his mind booted up thanks to the message from his pants, he wheeled around to the hot girl, who sat right beside him.
Score! Well this is what every science class needs, a fine blond.
He smiled to her, leaning on his elbow, his head in his hand. He gave her one of his charming smiles, flashing his white teeth, "Hey there, cutie. What's a hot girl like you doing in a boring place like this?"
Of course, the teacher yelled at him for flirting in class. "Just keep your pants on!" she said, glaring, then went back to the lesson.

Lacey glanced him over and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, um whats a guy like you checkin out a girl like Moi?" She smirked and took notes...well, doodled expertly on the marginof her paper.

(nice btw :) )

Ricky grinned, he liked them feisty. "Just finding something to pass the time... Mais vous? Well, you could just pass my whole year. What's your name, ma chérie?"
Now, he couldn't speak fluent French, nor did he want to, but hot girls called for desperate measures, and besides, this was science class. Would one rather sit here and talk about how to dissect others? Or talk to this extremely hot chick?
His lower half agreed. Chick.

(slowwy ;D )

She watched the teacher leave for the bathroom and back handed him. "Je ne suis pas une fille que vous pourrez facilement faire foutre, être doux sur ma mabe. Mais Vous êtes en train un âne! Donc, si vous pardonnez-moi, j'ai une classe pour prendre des notes sur le." She groweled.

(google translate)

Ooooo, he sucked in air through his teeth, leaning away, foreign burn...
But, when he looked into her eyes, his charm melted away. They were like pools of carribean sea-no, the actual sea was right before him. Oh how he wished he could paint their beauty.
Resting his head on the arms of his desk, he watched her. "Hey..." he said softly, showing the true person he kept away, "...Can I paint you...? ...The sea..."

This sparked some of her interest at the word paint. Then "you" had to follow. She bit her lip and shook her head. "Sorry, no." Lacey looked down at her own faded paint stains on her fingers, she sighed. Why does this boy keep goingat it?

Instantly as she replied, Rick snapped out of it, sitting up straight. What the heck was he doing, asking to paint her? Has he gone mad? No one was supposed to know that! ...Still, it hurt that he was rejected.
Turning to hide his blush from her, he cleared his throat, "My name's Rick... Well...just so you know... F-ing you is not what I'm after... I'm actually not going for that in general, it's just..." he thought about it before he dropped it, looking up as another kid slid into the room, "Nevermind."

Slowly, Julian slipped into the room, expecting to get caught, but trying to sneak in anyways. He was surprised to see that the teacher was gone, so he took a seat in the far back corner, opposite what looked like an odd couple.
He sighed, digging out his notebook and paper, writing down what was on the board. Silently.

Both Julian and Ricky noticed the sky darken, wondering if a storm was coming. And then it vanished or more like dissolved.
Weird they both thought.

Lacey was getting anxois, she glanced at the clock, bit her lip, and looked down at her paper, her palms becoming hot and sweaty.

Ricky looked over to her again. The girl looked nervous, but somehow it made her really cute.
"Do you have a name, miss jitterbug?" he smiled.

"Ms.Kiss-My-Ass." She got up three seconds before the bell.

Ricky chuckled darkly, "Well, miss kiss my ass, it was nice meeting you," he got up, hauling his bag with his sketchbook with him. He looked at his schedule.
Next period was....History. Not too boring. Maybe all that drilling on the declaration of independence the boys did to him will get him an A.

Julian looked up at the two people getting ready to leave. Class was over already?
Getting up, he walked over to the window, looking out to the pool area. There was a cluster of people in one part, with two others in the water. Strange....

Ricky watched, as the red-eyed, light-purple-haired dude walked over towards the window. He himself was getting his jacket on. "Hey, dude, are you a fire user...?" he asked curious. His eyes said fire...but...

Julian gave a quick glance at the black-haired kid, his blue eyes curious but his grin goofy.
"Yeah...Pyro..." Then he turned his attention back towards the pool area.

Ricky followed his gaze and noticed he was looking at the pool. There was no way he wanted to go there since he was a fire user, but the look in his eyes... There was wanting to be down there...
Ricky shrugged, and walked out of class,trying to find the history class.

(im in history!)

After he saw the group of girls leaving, with the one cute-faced girl, Julian sauntered out of the classroom and headed outside, just in time to catch her holding hands with a little blond-haired six-year-old.
She looked over and smiled at him before she turned her attention back to the kid.
Julian didn't react-didn't even blink-to this. But his insides sure felt like he was on fire.
That's the closest to being a fire user he's ever gonna get.

Mikayla walked out of Science and bumped lightly into Julian. "Oh i'm sorry. I'm sorry. Are you alright?" She stuttered, bending down to pick up her dropped book.

"...Yeah...you...?..." He bent down to help pick up her book.

( I added the powerr .. sorry! D: ))

"I'm great." Mikayla smiled. "Thank you." She adjusted her grip and tapped her fingers lightly on the books.

Carly barged into the empty classroom, gathering supplies to begin an experiment. A good science lesson would help her with all of the anger...
...Yes. She was just a robot in this world. Other people were just bacteria, clogging her well-oiled system.
This explained to her why she hated people so much-it wasn't because she hated all who were like her parents-no, that idea never occurred to her.
Her blue eyes narrowed behind the goggles as she slowly poured the acid into a beaker half-filled with another toxic substance.
She was immune.

After about the third explosion, Carly finally gave up. She cleaned up the mess, only getting burned a couple of times, but it was no big deal. Once that was done, she figured that she would head for the pool. A good swim would do her some good.
What she dreaded though, was returning to her dorm, with people. She shivered at the thought, but, frowning, she started for it.
No use prolonging the inevitable.

(hmm)

(I know, she finally moved.)

(not in the direction I thought she was going)