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Post by airi on Mar 25, 2007 18:24:25 GMT -5
"I suppose...but as of now, I don't know it." she sighed.
"Thank you." she replied happily, looking over at Caroline's, "It's not ugly."
She finished up her drawing and put her models back in her bag.
(sorryyy~ >_<;;; i've been sick)
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 25, 2007 19:12:49 GMT -5
Angel Schunard was so dumb. So dumb. It wasn't really his fault...his lock had decided last minute that it wanted to hold his stuff hostage. But still...it shouldn't have taken him half as long as it did to open it up. And after that? He really shouldn't have gone to the bathroom. Or spent five minutes talking to one of his friends from last year's english. See, now class is half over and you have no excuse. You're lucky Sung likes you, he chided himself as he opened the door. He was very very ridiculously late. "Hi...sorry," he mumbled as he quickly got to his seat, trying to cause as little distraction as he could. Art students could be deadly when their concentration was broken, he'd learned that. ((Sorry I'm late...hope this is ok ))
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Mar 25, 2007 20:06:17 GMT -5
Caroline nodded. Hopefully one day she would learn. It wouldn't be fair for her mother to keep something like that from her. She smirked and shook her head. "I don't know bout that. It' s a calculator I don't really think it can be a thing of beauty. More like an instrument of pain."
She looked up as Angel came in and held back a giggle. "Hi Angel. You're becoming more and more rebellious as the days pass. What's next? A mohawk?"
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Post by airi on Mar 26, 2007 9:26:09 GMT -5
"An instrument of pain? That sounds a bit dramatic." she laughed, "I take it you don't like math?"
A mohawk...? What's a mohawk? She had heard of it before, but couldn't remember what it was. Something to do with hair...I think.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 26, 2007 18:01:39 GMT -5
"A mohawk?" Angel repeated as he sat down. "Hey, give it time. Who says rebellion's a bad thing?" he shrugged with a small laugh, putting his bag down and sitting down. Maybe he was getting more rebellious...and he knew exactly who was to blame for it.
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Post by tmac on Mar 26, 2007 18:02:16 GMT -5
Benny walked to the Art room door, peering in before he knocked to make sure he was in the right place. He grinned when he spotted Angel, and knocked on the door.
After a moment, Mr. Sung appeared, and Benny smiled genially at him. "Hi Mr. Sung," he said casually, "Dr. Warrisk asked me to bring this to you. It's for Angel." Mr. Sung nodded, reading the note and closing the door on Benny, who moved a few steps down the hall, out of sight, to wait.
Mr. Sung walked over to where Angel sat. "Phone call for you in the office," he said quietly. Glancing at the clock, he added, "Might as well take your stuff with you. There's only 20 minutes left, and by the time you get back it'll be time to go anyway." He smiled at Angel before heading over to answer a question for another student.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 26, 2007 18:07:59 GMT -5
"You're kidding me," Angel said under his breath. After practically jogging to class, he was getting dragged out again? After sitting for five minutes? Since when was Benny the principal's messenger boy anyway?
With a sigh he grabbed his bag from under the desk, waving to Caroline and Airi quickly. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow," he shrugged as he headed towards the door. He rose an eyebrow at Benny as he turned the knob.
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Post by Caroline Sweet on Mar 26, 2007 18:13:48 GMT -5
Caroline nodded to Airi. "Yeah I hate math. I have nightmares about that class...I'm sure my teacher has the same nightmares about me though...I never pay attention." She giggled at Angel shaking her head. "I suppose so. Just don't stop being that cutesy Angel that you are."
She looked up when Benny came into the room. Then she raised her brow. Since when did students become messengers for the principal? But she wasn't about to point that out. As long as Angel got out of class...that was a plus. "Bye," Caroline said giving Angel the thumbs up.
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Post by tmac on Mar 26, 2007 19:23:38 GMT -5
Benny grinned as Angel walked into the hallway, gesturing for him to follow him around the corner where they couldn't be seen. "Hey," he said, quietly, "There's no phone call. I just needed to get you out of there. Tommy needs to see you. Can you come?" He knew he was being vague on details, but he didn't want to worry Angel.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 26, 2007 19:41:33 GMT -5
"Well...yeah, sure..." Angel nodded slowly. What was so important it couldn't wait another twenty minutes? A small sinking feeling made itself known in his chest. "What's going on?" he asked. "Is everything...okay?"
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Post by tmac on Mar 27, 2007 4:26:17 GMT -5
Benny started walking down the hall, figuring Angel would follow. He was relieved that Angel hadn't resisted, as Tommy had led him to believe he would. His smile faded when Angel asked him what had happened, and he wasn't really sure how much to tell him. Looking sideways at the smaller boy, he shrugged inwardly and decided just to tell him everything.
"Someone spray-painted his locker," he deliberately left out what they had written - Tommy could tell him that if he wanted, "Filled it with water. All his school stuff is ruined," he paused, gauging Angel's reaction before continuing, "One book, too. His favourite. We tried to save it but..." he shook his head, remembering the condition of the book that now sat in his locker. "He's pretty upset, even though he's trying not to show it. I just thought maybe you could see him and... you know..." he gestured vaguely, "He'd probably rather be comforted by you than me right now, is all." Benny knew that their friendship was important to both of them, but sometimes, only your girlfriend - or boyfriend - could make things better.
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 27, 2007 17:13:13 GMT -5
Angelclosed his eyes and let out a soft sigh as he listened to Benny. It didn't take a genious to figure out why it happened. He should've known...should've figured something was going to happen...he'd been so happy, he'd been oblivious to the fact. Of course people were gonna look on Tommy differently too. And knowing the people at Scarsdale, of course they were gonna take action.
"Yeah...of course. Where is he?" Angel asked quietly, opening his eyes slowly and running a quick hand through his hair. What if Tommy blamed him for what happened? It was his fault, anyway...what if he wanted to call the whole thing off? Try to gain back some of his reputation?
He wouldn't do that...it was Tommy he was talking about. Tommy didn't blame him when his mother walked in...the exact opposite. Tommy wasn't like that. But it's still your fault, his brain added. And he was finding he couldn't disagree.
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Post by tmac on Mar 27, 2007 17:31:37 GMT -5
Benny continued walking, watching Angel's expression change, watching his body language. "He's in the greenhouse," he said quietly. After a moment, he reached out to place a comforting hand on Angel's shoulder. He didn't know how he'd react to it, but he wanted to ease the anxiety that seemed to be running through him. "Tommy really cares about you," he said, looking him straight in the eye, "I've never seen him so happy... he's smitten!" Benny grinned a little. "You guys'll get through this. And I'm here if you need anything, okay?"
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Post by Angel Schunard on Mar 27, 2007 17:49:38 GMT -5
Angel's heart slowed a bit at Benny's words, and he dropped his head as a small smile tugged at his lips. He still felt awfull...but Benny was helping. But Tommy had a supportive friend....and it looked like he did too. That at least made things a little better. Knowing that they'd have support.
"Thanks Benny," he looked up a bit, still smiling. It wasn't a full out smile but it was there. "I appreciate it...I really do. And Tommy does too, I'm sure...I should probably go find him."
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Post by tmac on Mar 27, 2007 17:52:49 GMT -5
Benny nodded, smiling slighty. "Yeah," he said, "Tell him to call me later, okay?" He squeezed Angel's shoulder, then stopped walking. He didn't need to show Angel how to get there, and they didn't need Benny hanging around.
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