~Finnigan (yes, AGAIN.)~
Those boys seemed interesting...They seemed...different. I earned myself I few stares from students, they probably thought something was wrong with me. I tended to never get a lot of sleep, so I seemed to have permanent bags under my eyes. Didn't help that my last name was Bloodgood.
I entered my classroom sighing to myself. There weren't any students yet, but I had some things to finish up. When class started, I had introduced myself to the class and got the question I knew I was going to get.
"What's up with that accent?" A student asked from the back of the class.
I sighed, "It's a "British" accent so to speak. Although most Americans seem to think that people only speak with posh accents. And I end up with one of the more...loud and obnoxious accents.
Some of the students didn't seem to believe me, and I knew it was going to be a long day...
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There won't be much of Vlad because he doesn't teach or anything, at least right now while most of the characters are at school.
Characters used
STUDENT (can be an RP character or just some random kid)
Finnigan (and his magical cockney accent. Okay it's not magical.)
I really didn't, man.
I didn't know why I was standing...hiding...doing whatever in a school I didn't even go to.
I didn't know why I wasn't home with my mum, playing my guitar like a normal, happy kid.
I didn't know why I'd suddenly gotten caught in a street fight earlier.
I didn't know why they'd cut off one of my fingers because I didn't pay them.
And I sure as hell didn't know why the finger stopped bleeding and grew back as I ran away.
But here I was. At a school I didn't know. Near people I didn't know. And staring at my hand like it had exploded.
Maybe I could make it go away, too, I thought vaguely, sure I was dreaming. I focused for a second.
I didn't think it would work.
I screamed, then laughed some, like i was crazy, then screamed again. Okay, I thought between my hysterical laughter, maybe I could get rid of my leg, too.
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Then, I was falling, suddenly unsteady, and screaming again. And then someone tripped over me. And then they screamed, because they saw my lack of leg. And then I screamed because I saw his lack of hand.
"Holy crap, man, are you alright?!" His hand slowly faded back into existence, and I think I fainted, vaguely aware the my leg still hadn't come back yet.
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My first post! C:
~{Dante}~
I shook my head as the bully ran off. Maybe I should do a lil mind freak with mine. "I'm Dante." He smiled "Talor." That was when we got run over by a teacher. His hand disappeared. My eyes widened. 'NO NOT NOW!...
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~Finnigan~
"What the bloody hell?! Why are there four of you?" I shouted angrily at that...Bloody Russian.
"Well, you see...There was this spill..." He said laughing nervously, but then he put on a more serious expression. "But it affected you as well? I see that your leg disappeared for a moment there."
"Well, yes. But don't tell anyone. My mother doesn't know about and I'd really like no one to know about this horrid thing." I look down at my watch and jump. "Damn, I have to take Mary Ann to her Uni classes and then go to the school I'm starting to teach at."
Vlad looked at me curiously and before he could ask anything, I speed off dragging Mary Ann along with me. It was all a blur, dropping her off and speeding towards the school. I quickly hurried to the front of the building, bumping into some students who were talking, one of them slipping something back into their pocket.
"I'm sorry lads, didn't mean to run into you...Fuck!" I look at my hand that happily took that moment to vanish. The students stared at me as I ran off into the building. How was supposed to keep it a secret now? Knowing adolescents, they'd probably tell everyone they know! And I just got to this school after some substitute teaching back in London...
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In dis chapter
Vladilen
Finnigan
Mary Ann (kinda)
Talor and Dante (the students Finn bumped into and cussed in front of :B)
~Talor~
"I'm not the only one?" The voice startled me out of my thoughts. I looked at the boy with gray hair and purple eyes. It took a while for me to realize this boy was like me, well kinda.
"You, you read my mind?" I asked.
"You figured that out on your own?" He questioned.
What's with the attitude? I'm trying to be nice here.
"I heard that." My eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you would." I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. Was anything privet?
"No," He said rolling his eyes.
"You heard that to?" I sighed and attempted to not think of examples of what I would like to keep secret.
"Yo, Talor, I thought you liked fire, not water." Sander sneered as he walked up to the two of us.
"Oh, hello Sander. Maybe I should prove my likes. Lighting your ass on fire again should do the trick." I smirked while reminiscing on the time I had done that.
Sander had lied to me and said I couldn't play sports. So, as revenge I made the hole 'lair, lair pants on fire' thing literal for him.
"Oh, and need I remind you that the central flame and hottest part of the fire is blue." Sander glared at me.
"Know it all." He growled.
"Thanks for the compliment." I laughed slightly as I pulled a matchbook out of my pocket.
Sander backed away before turning and retreating back to his friends, or were they followers?
I shoved my matches back into my pocket and turned to the emo boy. "I'm Talor by the way. What should I call you?"
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And I'll leave it there. Also Talor only takes out his matches when he's mad.
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Talor
Dante
bully person
