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PostSubject: Old Posts    Sun Aug 21, 2011 1:03 pm

Reuben, Katherine replied on Wednesday, April 06, 2011 at 4:28 PM:
Day 1
9:02 AM
Enter From Front Office

Richard sits down at a table in the corner, turning on the computer and its moniter and leaning back, waiting impatiently. A few seniors are lazily pouring into the room. Richard ignors them. He wishes he could work in the library, instead, but occasionally the math teachers requires his assistance in explaining a concept. That he can certainly understand. He is a genuis, after all.

Finally, the computer turns on, and Richard logs onto his own account. Again, it takes a minute to warm up before he can finally log onto the college website and begin taking his courses.

Cheung, Martin replied on Thursday, April 07, 2011 at 5:17 PM:
Day 1 - 9:05
[Enter from Nurse Station]

Ethan walks into the classroom and sits down at a student desk. He still feels normal, but anticipates whatever side effects Zoloft produces to appear soon. He had thirty minutes, he remembered, probably less now that some time had passed in the hallway and Lithium's office. Ethan pulls out his math binder and opens it to last Friday's homework.

Johnston, Stephen replied on Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 12:01 PM:
Day 1 - 9:10
[Drake enters from courtyard]
Drake quickly walked into the classroom hoping he wasn't late. He didn't see anyone he knew in the junior math class, but he could hope that someone would be friendly. He didn't really know that many people here anyway. Drake sighed.

Zhu, Chichi replied on Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 1:03 AM:
Day 1 - 9:10
[Enters from Front Office: Aramatha]

As she followed a pale boy inside, Aramatha yanked a pale purple folder out of her pale pink bookbag. She sat down next to him and flipped through quickly. Looking thoroughly for last week's work, she jumped nearly out of her pants as he sighed loudly. Aramatha shifted uncomfortably in her chair and she directed her gaze toward the board. Flipping to the day's book work, she began the tedious busywork.

Johnston, Stephen replied on Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 11:11 PM:
Day 1 - 9:11

Looking around Drake saw that today would be a boring class and settled down to work. Noticing that the teacher mainly looked at the other side of the room, he wrote a note to the girl sitting next to him and quickly passed it over.

My Name's Drake, how 'bout you???

*pass note when the teacher glances out the window, he then looks back at the board for a few seconds.

Zhu, Chichi replied on Wednesday, April 20, 2011 at 1:34 AM:
Aramatha stared at the note that slid stealthily into her lap. Her fingers twirled a pencil and as she pored over the words, her eyes wandered about the room. There were 16 students in class at the moment, all juniors. She recognized no familiar faces-- or would she've wanted to. Focusing back on the difficult task on hand, she, with an awfully embarrassing tremble in her hand, picked up a pencil and scrawled: "Aramatha" in squeaky, tiny, jagged characters. She, with a trembling hand, swept the note toward the boy. It landed right in between them, but she quickly averted her eyes and cowered in her seat, hoping he'd just take the note and leave her alone.

Johnston, Stephen replied on Wednesday, April 20, 2011 at 12:12 PM:
Seeing the teacher glance out the window, Drake quickly snatched the piece of paper and read the girls answer. He then re-started doing his math just as the teacher looked over at that side of the room. He was lucky. After completing the first assignment on the board before most people, Drake quickly wrote a reply,

Hi, Aramatha, do you like math???
I like math. By the way, do you know why the teacher just let's us do work like this???, He isn't actually teaching anything.

Zhu, Chichi replied on Friday, April 22, 2011 at 12:03 PM:
Aramatha poked through her bag for her calculator. She quickly copied down and solved the problem, then lingered over it, scrutinizing for mistakes. When none were found, she relaxed a little. But the easiness didn't last long, as Drake had slipped her another note.

Don't know.

Short, quick replies with the same jagged scrawl to avoid too much conversation. If you're nice to someone, you'll get close to them. Then they'll just toss you like the dirty trash, as Aramatha'd learned.

Johnston, Stephen replied on Friday, April 22, 2011 at 10:14 PM:
Drake received the note and read it. He still hadn't found anyone who shared his passion for math, and everyone else in the room looked like they hated math or were idiots, barring Aramatha of course. She looked intellegent, like she could go somewhere in life if she wanted to. Drake quickly wrote about why he was at the asylum with the blanking out and people getting hurt while doing his math. Right before passing the note, he added, "What about you?"

Zhu, Chichi replied on Tuesday, April 26, 2011 at 11:57 AM:
Aramatha shied away from the piece of paper thrust to her. It slipped out of her lap the moment the teacher turned back around. "Aramatha? What is that on the ground?" A sharp, cold voice cut through the shivering room. Aramatha didn't reply. She just picked it up, and slipped it into her notebook. "Are they notes, then?" The girl nodded silently. The teacher seemed pleased, and went back to the board.

Aramatha glanced at Drake. She shrugged apologetically and gestured writing under the table. Then she turned away again and maintained a stare so fierce it could bore a hole through the table under her eyes.

Cheung, Martin replied on Thursday, May 05, 2011 at 2:50 AM:
Day 1 - 9:32 AM

Thirty minutes, Ms. Takido had said. Ethan glanced up at the large clock on the wall in front of him, pausing for a moment from the math worksheet on his desk. It had been about thirty minutes by now. Surely something would be happening? The other boy had said other patients were given about three times the normal dose, so the usual side affects would be tripled in strength. He wet his lips, the stress getting to him, which was unusual for his emotionally stunted personality. Strangely, his mouth felt dry, and Ethan felt his stomach turn uneasily.

He swallowed, and suddenly realized how uncomfortable he was. Ethan didn't feel well, and he pressed his mouth shut firmly, fearing that if he opened it, the terrible nausea and unnatural stomache he was experiencing would get to him and cause him to vomit embarrassingly. His head throbbed painfully, and as he picked up his pencil again and returned to working out the math problems, Ethan noticed that his hand was trembling uncontrollably. Should he raise his hand and ask the teacher to go back to the nurse's office. No ... That would just be Lithium again, who would just send him back unconcerned at his obvious illness.

There was nothing to do except ride out the extreme nausea and hope for the best. How long would the side affects even last? Ethan didn't know if he could take it. He couldn't even think about math while his head pulsed agonizingly, dizzying him, and in beat with the throbbing of his head, waves of prickly heat traveled down his body. His vision felt a bit blurry, but that might just be his eyes slightly tearing up as he fought to control his sloshing innards. Ethan rubbed his eyes hard, and focused on the math problems in front of him. He could survive this.

Reuben, Katherine replied on Tuesday, May 10, 2011 at 12:17 AM:
Day 1
10:30 AM
Enter from LA

Tom walks calmly over to the shelf to grab a book before finding a seat near the middle. He would prefer to sit in front, but he knows that to do so would mark him as a geek and easy target, which he certainly does not want. He can handle anything that they throw at him, but he does not wish to inconvenince the others.

Sissy hisses. She wants a fight. She can't understand why the others are refusing to deal damage to the others here, who she views as the world's lowest scum. Tom has long given up trying to allow her to see the hypocrisy in that statement.

Tom forces himself to concentrate on the board and begins to copy down the algorithms as the pencils are carefully passed out.

Reuben, Katherine replied on Thursday, May 26, 2011 at 2:07 AM:
Lexi growns, leaning back and rubbing her eyes with her fists. She glances once more at the clock, but this time her mouth falls open in delight. The math teacher looks up suspiciously, but as his mouth opens to speak, the bell rings. Lexi jumps joyfully out of her seat. She's barely able to remain still as the pencils are collected and the teens are released into the hallways. She shakes her short hair out of her eyes cheerfully, skipping towards the lunch room. Sure, she had only been out for the last few minutes of class after Tom had already finished the day's work, but still! Math was so annoying!

Day 1
12:03 AM
Exit to Cafeteria

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