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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Aug 11, 2011 13:05:13 GMT -5
Skipping class was becoming somewhat of a regular thing for Rowena. Surprisingly, when she left the Thunder dormitories that morning, she was not alone. Two other girls that were in her grade but who were in reality two years younger than her exited at the same time, though they faltered when they noticed she took the opposite corridor that led away from the classroom rather than toward it. "Um," one of the girls said uncertainly, and Rowena didn't so much as glance back. "Hey! Um, you! British girl!" This comment made the Thunder elemental turn around to glare at her. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?" she snapped, instantly irritable. "That supposed to be some sort of insult?" She hated these stupid little kids and the fact that she had to view them as her classmates. Rowena didn't really care about other people, but even she could admit that it was embarrassing to share a class with them.
"No," the girl replied somewhat defiantly, crossing her arms. "You're just going the wrong way." Her friend nudged her on the arm and 'whispered' something in her ear, though the whisper was loud enough for Rowena to hear. Something along the lines of, 'Hurry! We need to get to class!' Rowena lifted an eyebrow at the girl. "I'm not goin' the wrong fuckin' way," Rowena spat. "I ain't goin' to class, and you'd better not tell the fuckin' professor." She flipped her white-blonde hair and turned around again, then let out a literal snarl of frustration when the girl cleared her throat. "You're just going to skip?" Rowena glowered. "That's what I just fuckin' said." Her cussing didn't deter the tenth grader, who continued, "Just like that?" The blonde glared. "Obviously." What she was not expecting was the next words. "Mind if we tag along?"
Her friend protested, but the more outspoken of the two seemed determined. "Wha'ever," she replied. "I don't care." She wasn't doing it out of general kindness or anything, she just really didn't give a shit whether this girl followed her around or not. She wasn't in the mood to put up an argument. The girl tried to drag her friend along, but the girl went to class, causing Rowena to snort. "Brown nosed bitch," she muttered darkly under her breath. This seemed to upset her new companion for a moment, but the tenth grader ultimately just tagged along like a loyal puppy as Rowena led the way onto the grounds and lit up a smoke. "Can I have one?" It was probably immoral, but to shut the girl up Rowena lit a second fag and passed it off to her. The girl broke off coughing and choking with the unexpected effects, which only made Rowena laugh a bit unsympathetically. "You asked." The girl huffed after recovered, then idiotically tried again, making a face. She seemed like she was just doing all of this to impress Rowena, who didn't care. As usual.
Their fun ended when a professor came along, however, accompanied by the little bitch that had obviously went straight to a teacher and sold them out. The professor immediately bitched them both out on the spot, confiscated Rowena's smokes, then gave them detention. "And you'll serve it separately," she said. "You, Bennett, are a terrible influence." The professor insisted on accompanying her all the way to the detention hall, to make things work. "I'm not a toddler," she spat. "I can find the place my blood self!" The teacher didn't give her a response, just handed the slip to the supervisor and told the man that Rowena could be let out in an hours time. A fucking hour. "Wha' am I supposed to do for an entire fuckin' hour?"
"Sit down, Ms. Bennett," the supervisor said in a bored tone, then went back to his book. Rowena scowled, plopping herself down and speaking aloud, "Seems like a right fuckin' prat, him. Hope he falls off the bloody cliffs and drowns in the lake. Can't stand any of the bastards in this place."
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Post by natt on Aug 16, 2011 12:35:01 GMT -5
Great, detention again. Just awesome. No, this time Natalya had not broken and entered a classroom to get some test. No, she also hadn't sent a very obnoxious thunder student to the infirmary. She hadn't cussed at the teacher, she hadn't given off static to make some front row chick's hair look like an afro... she hadn't went out on a break during class only to have a smoke or go back to her dorms. Well, there a lot of things she hadn't done. The reason she got detention was actually ridiculous. She had been sentenced with detention for talking on her phone. Well, it was something about talking during a class of Social Studies. The teacher had also been mad for her propping her legs on a desk or something. Hey, it was more comfy that way. Natt didn't really fear that teacher messing up her record or anything. The woman who thought that class had been in Natt's grasp ever since the ninth grade. Such a weak, naive personality. If it wasn't for some hag who just had to go in the class to get some journal or something, Natt wouldn't even be there. Noo, now she had to go and laze around in detention for an unknown amount of time.
Groaning a little, she walked down the hallway to the class they usually locked the 'rule breakers' in. Why the hell did she get detention for talking on her phone. It was rude. Like seriously, the call was long distance. Those assholes would pay for the minutes she lost when trying to converse with her cousin from good old Russia. Well, screw all of them.
The brunette opened the door of the detention hall, her facial expression just screaming one word - 'BORED'. She slumped down to the teacher's desk and slapped down her detention slip. Without a word, she spun on her high heels and walked over to the nearest open desk. Great, no one to sit next to her. She would hate to have some happy-go-lucky earth girl next to her. Those things had no idea how to shut up. She could always just attempt to zap them shut but earth kiddies didn't really get much from electricity, it seemed. At times, Natt could swear it only made them more energetic. Which was wrong and creepy in so many ways.
"One hour, Mss. Demetri."
One hour? For talking on a phone?!! What the fuck? "For making a long distance call? The hell? How is that normal to you people?! Am I supposed to sit here and knit?" she spat the last part with sarcasm but didn't really care for the answer. The girl dropped in a chair and propped her legs on the desk, crossed at the ankles. She took her bag off and just sat it on the desk, too. Fine, she'd sit there for her hour and then she'd go to the city and forget about this crap or something. Yeah, their system was messed up. Who needed to fear soviet Russia if they had this place... at least there, they didn't give a shit or just shot you. It wasn't some 'in the middle crap'.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Aug 16, 2011 17:19:24 GMT -5
Rowena couldn't stand these detentions. As it was, she was sitting on a pile of around twenty, most of them gained ironically by skipping out of the other ones. She didn't appreciate getting into trouble for stupid reasons like not going to class. It was her fucking education! If she didn't want to graduate and be as smart as the rest of her damned classmates, what did it even matter? An exaggerated sigh left her lips as she flipped off the teacher, smirking because the prick had his back to her. She didn't even know the man and yet she hated him simply because he was supervising this hellish room which she so loathed. She didn't want to be here and if the door didn't squeal like a pig every time you opened and closed it, she probably would have walked right out. She knew that it squeaked because she'd tried to do just that the last time and landed herself a few more detentions.
She saw someone else enter the room, a girl from her element but not in her year. She didn't know her name because she hadn't cared to learn it, but she'd heard a couple of bitches in the mess hall yammering about her and how much of an egotistical bitch she was. Rowena really didn't give a damn if someone was a bitch by nature, as long as this didn't make them think that they had any right to be a bitch to her, because that was definitely not alright. The younger Thunder girl had a reputation amongst the Academy, apparently, but that was when Rowena had gotten irritated and stalked off, not wanting to be privy to some stupid conversation just because there was nowhere else to sit in the damn hall. Unlike a lot of teenage girls, she didn't get a kick out of gossip and rumour-spreading. She thought it was stupid and boring and so if you tried to spread your rumours to her, she'd roll her eyes and walk away.
The girl sat down, apparently condemned to this room for an entire hour. Rowena didn't really feel any sympathy for her fellow elemental, but she did scoff when the woman spoke of knitting. "Where would you get knittin' needles?" she replied. "Apparently we can't have sharp objects 'cause they're afraid we'll hurt ourselves or somethin'." Rowena rolled her bright blue eyes, British accent thick. It was more of a cockney accent than the proper, posh tones of her siblings. "Ms. Bennett," the detention supervisor scolded. "No talking or that will be another detention." She should have kept her mouth shut, but instead she replied, "Oh, up yours, ya wanker." She made the vulgar gesture again, this time right to his face. "That'll be another three," he said coldly and turned away. Rowena was unphased. It wasn't like she didn't already have a huge list. It would never rival Altair's though. Bit surprised she ain't here right now, Rowena thought, then remembered that Altair might be in class. If she ever actually shows up in the first place.
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Post by natt on Aug 16, 2011 18:31:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, because that's logical in a school where people can wield fire..." she gave out in a sarcastic manner. That girl. Where the heck had Natt seen her before? Right, right, she was that girl. One of the triplets, right? Well, this one was the thunder girl, she guessed. Or was it the fire girl who had the bang? Heck, she wasn't quite sure. It wasn't as if Natalya cared much about her inferior classmates. No really, she didn't give a damn. It was fun to laugh about a few unlucky choices others had made when she sat in the mass hall and spoke with a few girls. She had to admit, they were cowards and she was pretty sure most of them barely scraped a pass in math even when they learned. Hey, no offense... well, that meant, she didn't give a crap if they got offended. She had her own world to worry about, thank you very much. Actually, Natt didn't see herself as much of a bitch. She rarely hissed at guys, really. Well, except Dale. That guy just irked her off by existing alone. She knew how to explain it but that would be too long and not really worth it. Not like she was about to skip off to counseling and reveal her secrets and her feelings about people. Yeah, she'd rather put out a torch on her hand to go and cry to someone about her problems. As a child, she had always been thought that she should get over her problems on her own. After getting 'disciplined' she had no one to cry to, besides the pillow, really. Her mother was off to some party every night and her father was the one who had done it to her so she couldn't see herself going over to him for comfort. You see, he was sort of a tyrant all his life. What the hell did her mother find in him again? Oh right... money, tons of money.
Yet, she couldn't help but chuckle when the Benett chick flicked off her teacher. Yes, she found it truly amusing. Her eyes gleamed with amusement, really. And then came the extra detention. Well, she couldn't say it wasn't expected. Yet, she figured it was worth it. So, these days you got to flick off a teacher for only a triple dose of detention? Well, that really wasn't that much, now was it? Heck, some people might be glad to give up classes and be able to piss of teachers in the mean time.
"You're risking extra detention too, Mss. Demetri." the teacher spoke to her with a cool gaze.
"Hey, I'm with Mss. Benett. But you can write a long, detailed letter to the principal about this if you feel like it." she let out, still amused.
"And extra detention it is..." Well, yeah. Screw you too.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Aug 17, 2011 12:41:55 GMT -5
No, it wasn't logical in a school like this. When you had the power of the elements at your control, why did you need a knife, a gun, or even a pair of knitting needles to cause damage? Your own two hands weren't even necessary if you could just electrocute someone with your touch. Not that Rowena could even come close to doing that yet, but it was the thought that counted, right? Sure, there was some 'rule' about not using your powers for anything too over-the-top or they'd get taken away, but Rowena wasn't sure if she believed that. Where was the proof? She'd never seen anyone lose their powers yet. She'd also barely been at the Academy a month thus far. "Exactly," she said in response to the girl. She didn't look at her or anything, but the fact that she was replying to her words suggested that she was probably talking to her. Maybe? It was hard to tell with Rowena. "I think they're just afraid we'll hurt them instead." She tossed her white-blonde hair with a bit of a huff. Well, up theirs. She didn't give a damn. She didn't need needles to cause any damage.
Rowena was already feeling pretty confident in the fact that the supervisor couldn't do much to the pair of them except whine about how they were misbehaving and talking in his detention hall, then hand out extra detentions. What did she care? She already had a long list of offences that they were holding her here for, and unless they actually went so far as to keep her overnight and really prove that they had power over her, Rowena wasn't going to fall victim to the 'more detentions' threat. She already had enough to carry her into the next couple of weeks, and she wasn't naive enough to believe she could wipe her record clean before then. So the Thunder girl just wouldn't try. "Detention," she said. "How bloody frightening is that?" Not scary at all, to her. Maybe if she was one of those goody-goody Earth elementals that hated getting themselves into trouble she might have been a little more upset about this. But she was not, not at all.
"We have a headmaster, not a principal," Rowena said in her normal, toneless way of speech. "They only threaten to send me his way half the fuckin' time." This earned a sharp, "Ms. Bennett! No cursing in my room!" Adding insult to injury, or perhaps just more insults on top of a large pile, Rowena added a thoughtful, "Fuck you." Which, unsurprisingly, landed her a suspension this time. Three days. "Telling me not to come back to this hell hole?" The Thunder girl was incredulous as one could sound without expressing emotion. There was a soft sort of glee in her chest, but she couldn't identify the emotion to bring it up to forefront. "Oh, hooray. Make my day even more, why don't you?" She didn't get a response to this, unsurprisingly. Learn her lesson, indeed. She was going to hit below the belt more often if it meant getting out of school. She didn't have parents that would get her into trouble, so this was quite alright with her.
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