Frostbite
Paragons
Lorelai Kavanagh
Can you handle the cold?
Posts: 563
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Post by Frostbite on Jun 13, 2009 22:31:22 GMT -5
Lorelai listened to everyone who went up and said their poem or short story. She laughed at a couple of them, like the ones done by Sky, Chase, Lurai, and Gavin, ignored Ian's with a roll of her eyes, and listened with interest to the ones by Kate, Stoney, Ricki, and Kevin. When Tia had read hers for everyone to hear, Lorelai smirked and leaned toward Tia when she sat back down to tell her she had done a really good job and she loved the poem. Lorelai found she liked the less amusing ones better. It wasn't that the funny ones weren't bad, they were actually pretty good, but maybe it was because her own poem had a more serious tone to it that she prefered that kind better.
While Ivy had presented her poem, Lorelai had been reading hers over and debating whether or not to read it. It had been a sort of way for her to get some of her feelings out, but not completely. It was, of course, to do with the cold and winter since it seemed that it should've been about nothing else especially with the things she had been doing and the way she had been acting. She shook her head with the slightest of smirks and looked back up at Ivy as she finished her poem. She had heard it and thought it was cool. It seemed a little dark to her, but she liked it and gave the redhead a half smile.
Looking to the front of the class at Miss Frost after the Shade gave the class a brief but funny poem that she had to let out a laugh at, Lorelai lost the smirk for a second before she got up next to go. She stood up and looked at her notebook with her poem on it. She had always been kind of iffy about reading aloud things she had written, especially when they involved things that showed some of the things she felt, but she figured she may as well read. It's not a total waste of time...I'm not a bad writer. Oh who cares, she thought with a roll of her eyes before starting to speak:
~The snow has melted along with everything I used to be The comforting cold has left for the coming spring How I'll miss the lovely snow that turned everything white Blanketing everything with its pure frozen crystals Beautiful but biting when it overwhelms you, A welcoming thing to me.
The ice that was is no more, it's long evaporated Much like the trivial things I used to care for The clear brightness that winter used to provide is gone, Gone to heed the changing seasons And, bringing along a warm spring That comes with it a new sort of bone chilling 'season' Within the recesses of the warm spot I lost to too much abuse.
Winter isn't gone for the year At least not while I'm around But I'll be biting in its stead, glaciers abound Until it comes back to me again.~
The corner of Lorelai's mouth twitched slightly into a smirk as she finished the last stanza before she sat back down in her seat and put her notebook down. She leaned back in her seat and started to doodle absentmindedly on the page's margin, drawing random designs until she'd stop to listen to whoever decided to go next.
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Post by TrueSpirit on Jun 13, 2009 22:36:35 GMT -5
In the duration of the class, Mato sat quietly and watched, smiling at appropriate times and remaining solemn at others. The one time that a chuckle did escape him was when Aideen made eloquently and demurely voiced her opinion on Stoney's very well composed poem. He had to give her credit for her sharp tongue and her intelligence that shined in everything she did. Mato was proud to call her his friend, and quite lucky as well to have a girl as skilled and gifted as her by his side. His amusement was short lived, for Decay's rude limerick very obviously targeted Katana, and after spending time with her the other day he understood her much better. He felt slightly bad that human nature worked against her favor and though she tried to better herself, no one would give her a chance. He expected nothing less for one who possesses the Spirit of the Mandrill to taunt and torment their enemies blatantly in a rather crude manner. Nonetheless, it made him sigh from how juvenile and discouraging that sort of behavior would be perceived. The poem that came from Tempest was extremely admirable and he himself felt the emotion that came out of the poem, as well as see it first hand by watching the large and proud Egret bird looming over her and looking around with an innate pride that wasn't reflected in Tempest's actions. Mato always admired the young girl's spirit. She had much to learn about herself, much more to explore before she grew into the person she was on the inside. One day, hopefully soon, she will learn her true potential. Egret's were most commonly the bird of the wind and ocean. They were free spirits, the preferred a solitary life and went wherever the wind took them. Tempest to him still seemed rather reclusive and too frightened to open herself up to who she really was, but he knew that it would happen one day and he only hoped he was around to see it. The poems that came after hers were just as soulful, enrapturing Mato as he watched them be recited with a hidden passion behind them. Hardlight's confident performance made him smile as he saw more of the Manta Ray in him each day. Nightshade's poem also reflected a good deal of her inner soul, the Lion Fish swimming around her expectantly and almost nervously, as if expected a predator to come forward at any moment. Shade's rather blunt and gruesome performance ruined the flow of deep poetic reciting, urging Mato to take it upon himself to keep the soulful flow going. After Frostbite recited her work, he stood up tall and bowed to Ms. Frost, another common practice for him to do before he spoke out loud. "I wrote my piece dedicated to a pattern of nature that I find most enjoyable," Mato said in his serene calm voice and began to read slowly and clearly the poem he wrote to give it all the justice he could. Father Sky is gray, As the new light appears. And the laughter of the birds is still, the clouds shed their tears. and the land drinks of this heavenly dew, puddles replace the dust, irresistible temptations for little feet. Turning my face to the sky and feeling the gentleness of the mist washing away my cares. filling my heart with happiness. Lifting my spirits, like the quenching of the crops Raising my arms I turn to the four winds and give thanks for this gentle Summer Rain. Mato smiled at the class and at the lovely Headmistress, bowing again to her before sitting back down silently and moving on to watch the other person perform. He wrote his piece after an hour meditating and was quite proud of it, feeling that it did justice to the nature he so worshiped and valued.
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HeartString
Corsairs
Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
Posts: 222
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Post by HeartString on Jun 13, 2009 23:37:49 GMT -5
Mato inspired her, always. In his heart was a sense of kindness and a wholeness she very rarely encountered. If she had to put a label on him she would say he was, enlightened, to borrow a term from the Buddhists. She saw herself as close to it, but she knew she had so much more to go to reach a higher place. What had been holding her back most of all for so many years was her confidence in herself. That she was inspired now to change. "Oh Stephen, you are soooo scary." Tracy said from the back row next to Mason. Seeing Jocelyn and remembering how timid she used to be before merging with the young free spirited Atlantean gave her some perspective. I really have come a long way, maybe I'm not as far off as I think. Now that she herself had grown and found more courage she wanted to show off a bit and so she decided to lighten the mood. "And so predictable, blah blah death, blah blah rotting corpse, blah blah look how scary I am. You need help." She took Mason's hand in her own and squeezed it for good luck as she stood. "I'll see you your poem and raise you this one..." She paused and took a breath and began. Born into this world, alone we all cry- yet love wraps us warm in it's embrace.
Lucky few we are, who love without fear- rejection or shame emotion based.
Set apart from man, and animal too- mutant children we a step beyond
Ever changing this, our wild world oh yes- evolution is ever present. "The beginning!" She said as she sat back down with a smug bit of confidence. Folding her arm across her chest and crossing her legs under her desk. When Jocelyn's eye caught her own she smiled at her, feeling a sense of relief in her, a sensation of homecoming.
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Calorie
Corsairs
Kelly Burns
You know what word is funny? Pickelweasel!
Posts: 84
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Post by Calorie on Jun 14, 2009 0:27:41 GMT -5
Kelly Burns was amused as ever, yelling out 'BURN' whenever he saw fit and his eyes darting between Jocelyn and Emma Frost's breasts with a happy look on his face. "Shade man, you ain't seen nothing yet. And leave my mom out of it man, that's not cool. You can have my sister though, she's a whore," he said nodding and shuddering. He hated his sister, she was a bitch and was like the definition of slut. "Wait, WAIT I WANNA GO MS. FROST!! Hey how come you didn't try the apple I got you?" he asked getting up and looking at the notebook that had boobs and chicks pasted all over it. "Uh okay so I couldn't decide if I wanted to do a haiku or a limerick, so I invented the haikumerick! It's a mix of both those things so you know," Kelly said with a big grin and cleared his throat, puffing out his chest in the process. There once was a nude chick from Nantucket, Who saw a flower and bent down to pluck it. She bent a bit too far, and ripped her rack on a rock. That is why nature is evil, evil like a giant croc. Kelly did a little dance when he finished, moving his arms in a circular motion. "Oh yea, can you FEEL THAT? That's you being OWNED by me." He pointed a finger at Shade. "And your mom felt that ALLLLLL NIGHHHTTTT LOOOONNNNG!" His body jerked for emphasis on each word and he dissolved into laughter before falling into his chair.
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Allure
Paragons
Veronika Kudinov
Truly Irresistable
Posts: 184
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Post by Allure on Jun 14, 2009 0:58:06 GMT -5
Veronika did nothing more than raise her eyebrows at the displays from the others. It was getting rather tiring trying to pretend she was interested in what any of these lowlifes had to say. The few that were lucky enough to get their attention did slightly amuse her, particularly how Sky wrote an obvious limerick about Katana. A smug and sinister smile momentarily went on her face. That girl thinks she can resist my true charms, but oh she has another thing coming. I keep this entire school against her, and I will do just that. No one will no the difference because she is already so hated. I do hope she is comfortable being the lowlife of the school, because she will not move from there if I can help it. Veronika raised her hand while Calorie was laughing and stood up when Emma Frost nodded to her. She put a sweet face on and opened her notebook.
"I just wrote a little poem, that took a bit of thought, but I hope you all enjoy it," she said sweetly. Veronika flipped her hair back and began reading in her lulling voice she recently discovered also had a sort of power over a crowd. '
The Falcon Cries: He spreads his wings in vain attempts to dry He tells me once in a whistle WHY? Why cannot we fly? When will the rain let up and let me in the air? When will the water stop to drop on feathers so wet there? The Falcon Cries: A mournful sound so loud in quiet of early morn His claws dug deeper in the branch to keep from being torn Away from perching in the storm His sharpened beak at work to smooth his feathers He was using extra care no longer talking just to me his only whistle Told me many things The Falcon Cries: We disagreed with all the rain both the Falcon and the eye. Why can't we fly? Eye could clasp the bird to bosom and dry his feathers there A bird so wild and wonderful so hurt With all my tears for the Falcon Cry.
She read the poem with emotion, as if she was back in acting class and capturing the crowd with her performance all over again. Veronika was not one to ever allow herself to be ignored, for the more she practiced her charm the more she learned about it. Sure she did sweet things for others often, like buying Kevin and Tia a whole suitcase full of new clothes and accessories just because she did enjoy their companionship that much. However that didn't mean that her intentions toward others were the same, and the best part was that they would never know. Veronika sat down and smiled angelically at the class, knowing her performance was well received.
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Inflict
Hellions
Norrison Faulk
Posts: 39
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Post by Inflict on Jun 14, 2009 2:33:13 GMT -5
Turning around in his seat Norrison barked at the class, his voice was an indignant tone. "Alright, enough crap about birds and love and this and that. What I took from this assignment was a different angle. All you soft little kids see is us encroaching on nature? Like we're the bad guys? When you decide to get with the program you'll realize where we'd all be without industry." He stood up after a bit of time. Making sure to make everybody wait for him. Encroaching Nature, yeah it encroaches. From the way the weeds work round gears of machines, to the barnacles on the bottom of my boat, yeah it takes a bite.
It makes it's stand against us as we carve a path to the future. Industry, technology medical advancement, all ham-stringed by hippies and tree huggers alike. Minds full of butterflies heads in the clouds looking to rainbows.
The fools, they never will know the pot of gold at the end of it is a big pool of oil, a quarry strip-mine, a hydro turbine. Turning the Earth's blood and bone into something I own is a pastime that nature despises.
Kiss my ass Mother Nature, you can bankrupt some others but me bitch I got too much class. He didn't care if it rhymed, he didn't care what 'grade' he got, he was already set and his future was his for the taking. He ran the Hellions and he had plans for them after they all graduated, even if Emma didn't want to follow through with her original plans, Norrison could care less- he had plans of his own. He sat back down and grinned at Rose, his plans for tonight would come first though, and she was going to love it.
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Post by Lymited~Ink on Jun 14, 2009 3:13:30 GMT -5
Throughout the whole span of the class, Kat had been sitting in her seat with a dreamy smile on her face as she heard everyone say their pieces. Chase had been quite entertaining with his Jamaican accent affecting how he said his poem, and it sort of reminded her of one of those reggae songs she sometimes heard passing by random houses on her street back home. She giggled right through it even as the wolfy girl went about the rabbit critter who she had done the challenge with the afternoon before. Kat thought it funny that the wolf girl wanted to eat him, almost typical but entertaining nonetheless as she was also a girl as well as wolf. An interesting person to watch, for sure.
Her giggles continued even as the Mini-giant said his haiku about forgetting his board and shook her head, imagining how much of a downer that must have been. It would've been like if Kat went out somewhere without her beloved ankh necklace that she thought completed every outfit she decided to put together. As Gavin went next, she burst into giggles and swayed happily in her seat as he sang his weirdly lyriced ballad. It almost sounded like something she would've come up with herself, had she had to come up with something, that is. But of course, she would be the more ridiculous as it was her nature to be the most odd she could.
Then, as the big buff guy who was the fiery doctor girl's lab partner went, Kat's head tilted curiously as he said his piece. It was different than what she would've expected from him, someone so big and looking as if he'd be too tough to say something so soft, except he seemed a wee bit awkward from the start. Alas, I do believe looks can be decieving, the poor puffy lad...his own crew be pickin' on him..that fiery girl does have a pitchfork tongue though. Stab stab..stab stab..and yet 'twas a compliment. Ingenious... she thought as Ricki then went next. Kat's head tilted to the other side as she listened to the rhyming poem, deeming it nifty enough to like. It sounded true, as well, so it was good in her eyes.
After, the Katie girl who had the cowboy boyfriend then went with her little short story. It didn't quite catch her interest as it was about a passenger pigeon. Had it been a cooler bird, like a parrot, it might've piqued her interest more. A talking parrot, tells all yer secrets and then ye have to shoot it. Now there's a story, she thought as she turned her attention to the next person, Sky. An amused smirk formed on her contrasting lips as Sky showed her the notebook page that was doodled all over and had the limerick. Kat giggled like a girl and covered her mouth like one as she then kept giggling while the limerick was read. That be the eunuch girl I think..aye 'tis a suiting poem dedicated to her, she thought with a last giggle before Lian went next.
Although what she had used to present was something she recalled from a movie or a tv show- she couldn't remember which because she was probably too drunk to remember that significant detail, she still remembered hearing it somewhere and shook her head at the unoriginality. However, at the way it was presented and the way it ended was funny enough to make up for that and Kat had to laugh. "Aye, ya tarded dolphin, siddown now!" she laughed as Lian did her final move. She shook her head again and thought of ways that her own drunken swagger could've been added in to make it that much more funnier.
She quieted down when the younger teammate of hers, Tia she had learned her name to be, got up and presented her poem next. Kat's head tilted to the side again as she listened to it curiously, hearing the words and feeling a slight smile at it. I like it. Makes the wind sound good. Maybe I'll give meself a windy tattoo just to experiment a wee bit. Heh, I would love to start me own tornado for the hell of it if I could, she thought with a giggle to herself as the next person went. Oh he rhymes too, aye. I like the sound of his, too, me supposes. Least he's happy 'bout it if someone else don't like it. Good fer him, she thought, watching his enthusiasm, her expression still one of curiosity.
After he sat down, the next one popped up- a shy looking redhead she hadn't seen yet. Considering what she had caught at the beginning of class apparently she had just come back from being sick or something. Katlyn wondered what the sickness was, but soon left the thought astray as the girl presented her poem. This one made Kat smile, as it sounded somewhat gloomy yet pretty, a nice working pair in her eyes. It even rhymes! Methinks I like this one the best so far....well outta the not funny ones, she thought while she gave the girl a sly smile of approval, that was until a creepy looking older guy got up and gave a short sort-of poem. She had to laugh out loud for that one, since it was short, sweet, and plain funny. Her hand covered her mouth in a girly way again as she laughed at it, and then stopped when the blue haired girl got up.
An eyebrow arched slightly at her, although she smirked a little as Bluey spoke. Her poem seemed cold, wintery, obviously, but also a little on the darker side as well. Her head tilted again as she thought it was alright, and her lips pursed slightly as the girl finished, deeming it decent, before she began grinning as the hot Native American boy stood up next to present his poem next. That is by far the naturiest poem yet. Such pretty words from so pretty a boy, aye, but he seems too tame to play with....alas, such is life. Peculiar bowing, she thought as she watched him, her sight lingering on him for a second more before an older white haired girl stood up in the back to say her piece.
Kat's lips pursed again as she listened to this one say her part, mulling her thoughts over as she heard the poem. This one seems like a 'hug the world' type.....don't know if I like that or not, but least she makes the words sound pretty, she thought before catching a glance at the guy next to her. Now he was hot, but sadly looked slightly taken, and she looked a second more before hearing Calorie exclaim from the front, which immediately drew her attention to him with an amused look on her face. She smirked at his creation of a 'new' type of poem and snickered at his piece, shaking her head since it didn't quite surprise her to hear something like that from him considering he purposely made her be stuck in a pit of not just honey, but ice cold water. It wasn't like she didn't totally mind that, but even still.
Kat turned her head almost as soon as she heard Veronika get up to speak, feeling almost entranced as she began speaking. As she heard the poem, a little pout formed on her face as she felt bad for the falcon who seemed to have it so bad. Aw poor wee falcon. Veronika captures the sorrow so nicely....such a sad poem, she thought with a frown as her teammate finished. She gave Veronika a cheesy smile for having done such a good job just as one of the older guys stood up and started talking.
The curious look came back as she watched him talk, and she watched as he talked about as if he couldn't give more of a crap for anything or anyone. Her lips pursed as she took in the different turn his poem took, straying from what the others had gone on about and debated whether or not she liked it. Seems sorta defiant...differs from the naturey kind of nature, methinks I like it, Kat decided in her head as she looked at him as he sat down. She looked away as she waited for the next person to come out with their piece, since she wasn't going to because she was there only since the day before and had nothing prepared. Of course she could always improvise if she so felt like it, but she rather be entertained than be the entertainer for the moment. It was too interesting to become part of the show, at least for today.
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TuneUP
New Mutants
Sean Winterstar
Posts: 165
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Post by TuneUP on Jun 14, 2009 13:58:27 GMT -5
Sean was a little nervous to get up now especially after Inflict. That guy scared him a bit, but he still had to laugh at how Ironclad treated him like a little kid throwing a tantrum. He really looked up to Ironclad in a lot of ways, he was real nice to him though he rarely spoke to any of the younger kids. Yesterday when they finally finished working on Ironclad's car, he took Sean out for the first spin. It went faster than even Sean could have imagined, making him grip the door handle as they sped down the road and performed the sharp turns. It was the best ride in a car Sean ever had, making his day afterward and he excitedly told Katie all about it.
He squeezed her hand that he had been holding since she sat down after she read her really nice story and grinned at her before he stood up himself, looking Ms. Frost right in the eye. "Well, I wrote a poem, but I gotta confess that it ain't completely original. The story is something my Grandpa used to say to me, and I just put it into a poem cause well I thought it was the most appropriate for this assignment," Sean said with a slight nervous smile before he began to read.
Winds blow down dark canyons With a scary, earie moan If you're out there at night It seems like you're not alone.
Its not just the timber wolf With his lonesome lonely cry There's a sound on the wind Like a spirit that refuses to die.
It's the ghost of many men Who came this way long ago They crossed dry dusty plains And mountains covered with snow.
They forded rivers and blazed trails For those who followed behind They were looking for something That few would ever find.
Up in the high lonesome peaks Are ghosts of mountain men They lived and trapped way up there Where few have ever been.
Sometimes when the winds just right You can smell a fire of mesquite wood Or hear ghostly sounds like distant drums Where an Indian village once stood.
These are sounds of ghosts of the West Men who came this way and then were gone Their bones have now turned to dust But their spirits will forever live on.
He finished with slight nervousness and a blush to his cheeks. He was alright with reading out in front of a crowd, but not so much in this case. He hope he did justice to the story his Granpappy used to tell him and tried to capture the way he would talk about it, smoking him pipe on porch with a whiskey in his had as they would sit and watch the horses and cattle graze. Sean sat back down and smiled almost shyly at Tia and Katie. His poem had been nowhere as good as Tia, who he complimented when she finished her giving her a wide smile as well, but either way his own poem meant a good deal to him and he didn't want to get in trouble for not having an original idea.
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Aqua
New Mutants
Heather McCarthy
Using powers with style.
Posts: 731
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Post by Aqua on Jun 14, 2009 14:24:01 GMT -5
Once class began, Heather's nerves started to bother her slightly. That meant that the sooner class began, the sooner it would end. That was when she would speak to Gavin and reveal everything. Her fear of rejection wasn't what got to her, it was if their friendship wouldn't be the same after she told him. If he said "No", that wouldn't have hurt her as much as them not being best friends anymore. Thankfully she was able to control her nerves by fixing the placement of her books over and over again. She eventually stopped as people started reading their poems, but Heather didn't pay any attention to them. Only when she heard her name being spoken by Gavin did she look up and listen to his presentation. She smiled widely as he winked at her and felt warm when he sang. He really was talented. After he sat down she gave him a thumbs up and continued to daze out. Her poem lay on her desk in front of her and she began to read it. She wanted to make sure it wasn't completely corny since performing wasn't exactly her preferred hobby. That was more of Veronika's thing and everyone knew it. Even though Heather wasn't shy in crowds, her own desired profession explained that she enjoyed doing the labor than flaunt the clothing. Her designs were getting better and better and recently her content mood allowed her to be inspired. Once in a while she would do requested sketches like the one she did for Gavin. It was an odd request but she did it willingly nonetheless. Veronika got up, waking Heather from her concentration. Heather was excited to see what her friend came up with. Her performance was wonderful of course, and she clapped for several seconds to show her support. "You're too good at this," she whispered once she sat down. It was a fact of course. Inflict was just scary and seriously disturbed and Sean's poem was really touching. Even though it wasn't original, it was nice to have something from family. Heather wasn't able to have that kind of connection of her own. Finally, she was willing to present her poem. That and Ms. Frost was looking at her. She raised her chin and sighed with confidence. It was time to show everyone what the new Heather could do. Standing up, she cleared her throat. "My poem is short, and I don't think it's that great so please don't laugh at me," she said with a nervous giggle. Having a limerick was the easiest thing to do, plus it was an Irish culture thing she was able to connect with; her heritage. Passionate like me, Water will forever be. Wild and calm, In my hands, in my palms, Water will forever be. It was definitely personal and a poem with potential. But writing wasn't exactly her forte when it came to being creative. Her clothing designs were her ways to express herself and lately her family problems were definitely the source of her inspiration. She sat back down and sighed. Class was almost over, time to regain the courage she had left...
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Hemlock
Paragons
Kris Binchy
Posts: 92
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Post by Hemlock on Jun 14, 2009 14:55:28 GMT -5
"Well done Veronika, sheesh; makes my writing look like pants! Ah well ..." After having whispered his praise to his very good friend, and waiting for everyone else to have sat down after their own work Kris decided it was his turn to take the Mic so to speak. "Guess it's my turn." He said with a shrug. His notepad had been torn to bits during the past week trying frantically to write something half decent for this class. He felt that it was alot easier than it could have been considering other homework but it did take alot of time. It was only when he took a moment to reflect on the time when he had arrived at the school, the area still surrounded by snow, that an idea had come to him. The most important and amazing time of year for nature was when spring finally began to shine through the shadow of winter. Hemlock hated that season, everything around him seemed to die. It was never fun. He was a summer guy. Clearing his throat a little and speaking out in his best speech making voice he read out the short but regimented poem he had written a few days previously. Sweepings of fog, heavy and dark; So many beauties it can contain, Large and small cannot hide the mark, When it leaves only the dull remain; like an echo in the distance.
In frozen shadows the darkness come; The time stood still in earnest, Carrying the weight of unsuspecting some, So many lost from the night of Harvest, Like the hastened hush of silence.
While many like the life around; The others find it nothing wise, The green and bright with laughter sound, One finds those who find it compromise, Like death we see their presence.
'Till spring again once more appears; And we the joyful can celebrate, Returning to us the end of our fears, the world again begins to cultivate, Like so many begins, Existence. his dislike of winter was rivaled by none in the natural world. It was his most hated time of year and indeed the one which made him feel the worst. During everyones favorite snow playing days Kris had felt ill and weaker than ever. Somehow it was just natural.
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Katana
Acolytes
Leah Okami
Posts: 258
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Post by Katana on Jun 14, 2009 15:19:25 GMT -5
I guess I'll take the seat anyway, Katana thought as her question about whether the single chair in front of all the rest was for her went unanswered. Ignoring the commotion of entering students behind her she took out her notebook and turned to her poem, waiting for class to begin. Everybody's gonna laugh at me. I can't believe she's making us read our shit she thought. In her notebook she had several other writing assignment Ms. Frost had given earlier in the semester, which she hadn't turned in out of embarrassment and fear that she would do badly. She didn't bother to do homework in math or science (until recently) but she'd done a fair amount of it in English only to leave it in her notebook or rip it up. But something about her conversation with Mato the day before gave her some confidence that had been severely lacking. Let them laugh. freek them. I can so do this.
As if to bolster herself she looked back at Mato just as Hardlight asked Ms. Frost about an unfamiliar girl who was chatting with the older students. Turning her gaze to the new girl Katana thought "Whoa, she's out there. The blue skin's cool but how do the wings on her feet work? Don't look nearly big enough to hold the weight, ya know." She almost asked the girl but two things stopped her. First, it would be rude and the last thing Katana needed was too piss off more people. Secondly, Ms. Frost answered Hardlight's question by announcing the girl's name and power, and that she was an Acolyte.
When Chase got up in front of the class and gave his funny little poem in an outrageous Jamaican accent it lightened Katana's mood and for the first time in a while she genuinely laughed with amusement, instead of just forcing a polite laugh or laughing with malice. Clapping for Chase enthusiastically, she forgot their mutual animosity. Lurai's haiku, however, was far less amusing. The rabbit's a freeking pain in the ass, but come on, he's with us, it would be liking eating one of the Alphas or something. Diesel's surf haiku and StormHawk's silly little song about "Pedro the paranoid piranha" were kind of fun and Katana politely applauded. At the same time she thought to herself, If this silly stuff passes, then mine's gonna rock.
When Stoney got up to read his poem, Katana began to listen more intently. She didn't really know the big Hellion but she liked him, unlike the rest of his team. How can somebody so quiet, write like he does? His stuff is freeking amazing. Today he lived up to his reputation with a heart felt poem that almost took Katana's breath away. The rest of the Hellions lived up to their reputations with none of them offering applause and support for their teammate and Brock openly mocking him. Katana applauded loudly only to stop as Aideen rebuked Brock with something that sounded like a quote from something fancy and literary.
The next few poems did little for Katana but she politely clapped after each one, until Ms. Frost unexpectedly called Sky up to share her work. It took only a few words for Katana to know that the poem was supposed to be about her, and only a few more moments to tear red as the class laughed. That freeking bitch. Why in hell do I try around here, as it never matters what I do. She's gonna ruin it and everybody else will take her side. Only looking back Katana could see that Mato wasn't laughing and that a few others also did not look amused. That was all she needed to resist the temptation to fly off the handle, just as Sky undoubtedly wanted her to do. Not this time, bitch, she thought. I'm gonna make it and you'll eat crow.
After Sky came another of Katana's least favorite people, Ripple. The girl sang a funny little dolphin song that was surprisingly good. Thus, it did not really surprise Katana when Hardlight pointed out that the piece was stolen from some actor. But the real star performance was Tempest's whose heart felt poem about nature and her power was really impressive. Katana clapped with everybody else and made a mental note to congratulate the girl after class. Then Kevin, Ivy, and Frostbite all gave their own little poems before it was Mato's turn. Listening intently, Katana imagined Mato's gentle bear walking beside the Corsair as he talked about Father Sky. Afterward he was finished, she applauded heartily.
The rest of the poems did not come as big surprises to Katana. Shade was typically gruesome with his death hiaku. Kelly was just as predictably frivolous. The two exchanged insults as normal. Allure gave a stunning, almost professional performance, and everybody, Katana included, clapped wildly as always. Sean gave a cute, although he would probably hate to hear it described as that, little poem about the outdoors, and Aqua's limerick was full of angst. Hemlock's poem was quite touching despite his self-deprecating remarks about his writing. Katana felt she could almost see the fog.
When Hemlock finished Katana slowly got out of her chair and turned to the class. "I, uh, actually did the assignment this time...you can all like die of shock now. So yeah, the poem is called Nowhere, and it's kinda for Elixir. I cared about her...So, yeah, here it goes."
I wake at night to hear you crying and realize anew that you aren't there It's only the power lines crackling and sighing And the wind howling at them futilely to be quiet in the night air
I call for you 'til I'm hoarse and tired Look for you among the stars, but electric lights drown their shine It's only in my heart that you're still a raging fire But bleached from the sky you aren't there to be mine
I cry as though my tears could save you And pray even to gods in whom no one still believes It's only pavement where spirits would have called you And we trashed and destroyed their rivers and trees
I would scatter your ashes among the remaining pine trees And climb a mountain to light an eternal flame in your memory It's only the ranger won't give me a permit and orders me to leave But nobody cares there's nowhere left for you to be
I love yo more now that you're nowhere Sometimes I wish I could join you there.
"So yeah, that's the poem. You can go ahead and mock it now, Sky." And with that Katana sat back down after slipping the paper onto Ms. Frost's desk.
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Machete
Hellions
Rose Tapas
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Post by Machete on Jun 14, 2009 15:19:39 GMT -5
Machete gave her man the slow sexy smirk that she knew he loved, her dark red painted lips curling up in a manner that made so many promises, so many implications of what was to come. She knew that there were plans for the night, and without argument she would be there to feel the power of his deadly touch and match him stroke by stroke in whatever game he wanted to play. Her hand moved down her tight jean clad leg seductively and slowly to the her heel adjusting the strap as she held Inflict's gaze, running her hand back up her leg when she was done just as slowly, her fingers skimming lightly into her inner thigh just as a show for him Uncrossing her legs and still looking at her man with that seductive smirk that she knew he loved, Machete stood up after that little butch girl went. "Time to bring some class back to these assignments," she said simply meeting Emma's gaze evenly with a matching one of her own that she aquiered over the years, not even bothering to look at anyone else once she looked away, just at her paper. The red rose thorn's gleams, Tempting to touch with deadly ends, Bringing blood from flesh The sexy smirk came back on her lips as she sat back down. Machete hated poetry of any kind, but with her computer she was easily able to generate one with only typing in a couple of words. Either way, Emma can't complain that she didn't do the assignment and she wouldn't have to deal with punishment. Her pink tongue darted out between her lips with a smirk back at Inflict, who was loving the show like always.
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Post by Ember on Jun 14, 2009 16:05:15 GMT -5
The rest of class Aideen spent it looking in front of the classroom quietly, once in awhile looking to her team or others when they presented. In truth, she was never very well versed in making up poems or stories in the manner that others were able. To be a writer, a person needed to be in tune and open with their emotions, something that for a long time Aideen was not allowed to do. She often held herself back, putting together poems based on word pattern and syllables rather than anything that came from the heart. That didn't keep her from appreaciating the strong words that others were able to compose. It also allowed her to feel a severe distaste for the idiots that made a joke of others work. Without letting her feelings known, she waited patiently for the Headmistress to address her and signal for her to go. That moment came right after Machete went, Emma Frost's cool and professional gaze landing on her.
Without question or complaint, Aideen stood up with her neat notebook in hand and began reading without explanation her neatly written narrative. She wasn't going to try and compete with some of the other well written compositions, sticking to the facts in this one and writing them out with a poetic sort of beat.
On the flesh of smaller forms of wildlife the eagle has her fill. A predator of Nature's wild kingdom and Nature lives by her own law and the predators of Nature's wild kingdom they have to kill to live. It is called the survival of the fittest where only the best and most fit can survive.
The fear of creatures of the jungle when they listen to the big cats roar echo through the trees, but in Nature big cats are not seen as killers for they hunt for survival and nothing more. They have to hunt when they are hungry of meat they need their daily fill. It is one of the Laws of Nature that the predator must kill to survive.
Nature never grieves for her dead creatures to grieve it is not Nature's way. She is above sorrow and pity when on her bosom her dead creatures lay. Us humans too are part of Nature, we live for awhile and we die. The creatures of Nature's wild kingdom they are not less mortal than you or I.
It is called survival of the fittest it happens in Nature day and night. Those that are born to be meat eaters on other creatures have to prey, and birth and death to Mother Nature are part of life. The deaths of her wildborn, her predators she would never blame. [/b]
Aideen closed her book and looked up at the Headmistress, giving a small bow in respect, as her Uncle taught her to do to all her teachers. She placed her books on the corner of the desk and waited for the last few people to say their pieces so the class may finish. Then the only thing that awaited her was fast cars and freedom, a break from everything and a welcome vacation.
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RUMBLE
Hellions
Brock Van Alstyne
Posts: 70
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Post by RUMBLE on Jun 14, 2009 17:13:59 GMT -5
The sound of slow clapping filled the air after Aideen's narrative poem finished, Brock being the source of that noise as a slow smirk was spread on his face. "Look at how clever you are baby, you just don't stop amazing me with your intelligence. I know how to pick em'," he said tenderly with a big grin, laughing almost since he knew that she was slightly unnerved she was by it. Him and Inflict shared a laugh about it the other night and now Brock was just doing all this for fun. Her punishment was going to be slow, and Brock was going to enjoy this punishment very much. "I got a limerick Ms. Frost, just for your class," he said with a big grin but didn't bother standing up. Instead he leaned back and looked right at his prize, glancing at what he wrote originally and rewording it to suit his amusement. There once was fire that burned bright, That invaded a forest one night. Caught unaware is a rare feat, But its actually quite easy to beat. 'Cause the earth opens and ends the fire's plight. He leaned forward and laughed to himself slightly. "Wanna know what stops Earthquakes? Nothing. Nothing at all. There's a fun fact for you," he said and laughed darkly looking at his prize. He added this to his way to pass time and torment her in his own way till the time for real payback came.
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Ironclad
Corsairs
Mason Rictus
Posts: 197
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 14, 2009 18:05:40 GMT -5
"Oh yea real fun fact. Heres another fun fact, the few people that survive from a close range shot in the head often suffer severe brain damage," Mason spat out looking right at Brock. "That means you were shot what, five or so times? That would explain a lot." He was already pretty pissed off at how the whole thing escalated with Aideen the other day. Though he was proud of her for kicking his ass, him harassing her like this was really grating his nerves. He couldn't wait to get her out of here and to Boston. Mason vowed that he was gonna beat the shit out of any guy that made a move on her, whether she liked it or not. This weekend was for her to relax and not get hit on by idiot guys while she was taking a break from her psycho stalker.
He sighed when he saw Emma Frost looking at him expectantly after his comment to Rumble. "Yea yea, I gotcha I'm going," he said and grabbed the poem that Tracy helped him write a couple of nights ago. He wasn't really good with poems, but Tracy was and she walked him through it pretty well. With no explanation he began to read:
Driving at high speed down the country road, dodging the rocks and the contents of the forest that flowed. The scene becomes blurry, and foolishness clouds the mind, The innocence of youth and innocence makes one blind. For as the corned was turned and a sign was missed, The ride ended once and for all over the hill and into the mist.
Mason sat back down without another word and looked at the clock. Just a couple of more minutes and they would be home free. He was gonna go change quickly and meet the others at the garage for a well needed break from this school.
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