BREAK THIS STATIC FEELING , (tagged: nico!)

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Well this sucked.

Note to self: don't get caught next time. The Thunder student sighed in irritation as he was practically led down to the detention hall. He'd been instructed to go to class when he was caught skipping, but he hadn't quite expected the professor to follow him. He'd turned around and said the wrong thing ("I might actually go to class if you weren't up my bloody ass about it!") and thus had landed himself some lovely time in detention for sassing a teacher. He had the feeling that the woman was only following him to mock the entire reason he was in trouble, and he was torn between walking fast so she had to jog to keep up with his large strides or walking slow so that the distance between himself and the hall wasn't closed too quickly. He ended up choosing the latter, but lo and behold they still reached the hall eventually. The door was thick and imposing and rather obnoxious with the words 'DETENTION HALL' printed in capital letters on the plaque that would usually contain the name of the teacher, were it a classroom.

"Have fun, Mr. Aldridge," the professor said with venom, shutting the door rather forcefully as he stepped inside.

"Bitch," he muttered under his breath, quiet enough that the professor heading the detention hall for the day did not catch what was being said. Nevertheless, the man fixed him with a stern glare and nodded to one of the desks in the room before going back to the book he was reading. Well that was just great--he was one of the quiet professors. When in detention hall, these ones were possibly even worse than the ones that lectured or gave you lines simply because it was so boring. All you did was sit there for two hours with nothing to do. What's worse, they gave you further detentions if you complained or tried to start a conversation. He spotted an Earth student who was entertaining himself by slowly making vines crawl up the professors desk and stealing his pens, one by one. It was quite comical and watching it gave Conrad the urge to snicker, but he held it back and just winked at the kid. Hell, maybe Earth kids weren't so bad.

"I have to step out," the professor said unexpectedly, glaring around the room. "You will all stay here until I get back, and no talking."

"Yeah, like that's going to happen," Conrad said under his breath as the professor left through the door. Immediately after he was out of earshot, Conrad quite literally turned to the nearest person to him and said, "Well fuck him. What're you stuck here for?" The Brit's accent was still thick and very obvious despite the years he'd spent in Canada, colouring the air with it's slightly sarcastic drawl.

[nicolette]

Maybe she shouldn’t have put cockroaches in one of the teacher’s sandwiches, whatever the case may have been—she took the blame for her and Nell’s deed, and got the brunt of the punishment. Which was fine by her, Nicolette had no issue being in trouble. Detention had become kind of a second home for the young girl, and it honestly didn’t bother her. Surprisingly, she got more accomplished in this little room—when it came to homework, than she ever would outside. Nicolette had a short attention span, and things that were drawn out had this way of boring her immensely; as they would bore any hyper fifteen year old girl. As the rest of the class left, the teacher whom she antagonized was waiting outside to accompany her to the detention hall. Every attempt of making polite conversation was instantly stopped as an awkward silence settled over the duo. Nicolette acted as if nothing ever happened, which was probably what agitated the teacher the most.

As the brunette was shoved into the detention hall, she nodded to one of the Earth elementals; he hung around with Nell and honestly? He wasn’t a bad kid. She just assumed he had a touchy teacher who took offense to something frivolous. Sitting in the back of the classroom, she threw her hair back into a messy bun and pulled out her notebook. It had a bunch of stickers with different band logos and the like, as she noticed the teacher reading—she also noticed the pens were disappearing. A stifled giggle passed her lips as she watched the scene in front of her. She wished it was raining, she wished there was a leak and it was raining. Oh she would’ve had so much fun, but this place was drier than the Sahara desert. Much to the water elemental’s despair.

As the door slammed, Nico jumped slightly to another student entering the hall. If she could’ve guessed—with how angrily the door was slammed—He was probably either a fire or thunder elemental. She didn’t actually hate fire elementals, they just hated her. She’d prank them, and they’d act as if it was the end of the damn world. It was crazy, she thought she was bad for obsessing over little things—but they just were beasts. Not the good kind of beasts either. Her bright brown eyes looked at the teacher as he said he was going out.

"You will all stay here until I get back, and no talking."
Whenever a teacher said there was to be no talking, Nicolette often wondered if they were mentally impaired. It was reverse psychology, and the teacher was saying it to a bunch of teenagers. It was a scene out of a bad teenage high school movie, honestly. “It’s as inevitable as the changing of the seasons,” Nicolette responded to the clearly older teen, her black rimmed eyes watching the senior. His accent caught her off guard; she wished she had an accent… The only accent hers was remotely similar to was a Boston accent, and she didn’t care for that accent really. Conrad’s question made her smirk a bit, “I may have stuck cockroaches in a teacher’s sandwich—but he deserved it.” Biting her lower lip as she closed her notebook, she tilted her head.

“What about you, tough guy?”

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Conrad gave a bit of an exasperated snort as she confessed the reasons for her incarceration. "The fuck cares if he deserved it?" he shrugged. "In my opinion all the bloody stuck-up, self-obsessed, pompous..." He trailed off in a muttered string of insults toward the teachers, then ended with, "deserve to have cockroaches with their lunch. And worse, actually." Conrad had never been fond of school or authority of any kind. He had always been skipping class in middle school, to the point where the school had threatened to call the CAS on his parents and have him taken away for extreme truancy. Hannah had done her bit and assured that he made it to school as often as he needed to in order to stay with his siblings, but that hadn't changed much. If anything it had just made him hate it more. Of course, the Academy was a lot better than that. He didn't skip class here nearly as much as he had back home in Britain. Even still, he hated being forced into it.

He shrugged mildly when she asked him what he was there for. "Nothin' as interesting as cockroach sandwiches," he said with a bit of a dry chuckle. Conrad usually hated Water students and everything they stood for, but the fact that he was angry at the professors and she had pranked them made her alright in his book for now. He wasn't usually the type that would talk to random people either but when you were stuck in a detention hall with nothing else to do you had to ask yourself--why not? Why not chat to someone and defy the orders of the evil demon spawn that was keeping you captive in this frigid room? He wished that there was a Fire student around that could warm the air, but there seemed to be a distinct lack of them around today. This sucked. Conrad was quite fond of their allies when it came to the winter season. He didn't really like hanging out with people (mostly kept to himself) but he had to admit if he were to pick one companion in a room full of them a free heater seemed like a nice deal. "Skippin' classes and all that. Bloody bitch was all set t'follow me into the room, so I turned round and told her off. She didn't like that much."

The older boy of seventeen leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head, putting his feet up on the desk with a yawn. "So what's your name, cockroach girl?" He could really use a cigarette right now, he decided as he stared at the blackboard. There was only a single word written on the board: SILENCE. As if taking up the entire board space was not enough to grab one's attention, it had also been gone over several times so that it had a bolded effect, underlined, and circled. He blinked lazily at it. "M'name's Conrad. Aldridge to some, but you lot up here seem to like the first names better than the last." He'd been called Aldridge a lot back home in British, but over the years he'd adjusted to people outside his little sibling circle calling him by his first name. He had always wondered why Hannah and Nate had gotten fancy street names whereas they'd just called him by his surname, but it hadn't really bugged him much.

As if to add insult to injury and break even more of the rules, he pulled a packet of gum from his pocket--grape flavoured--and stuck it in his mouth. He chewed gum when he didn't have access to any of the drugs he was addicted to or even a good cigarette. It was a poor replacement, but it was going to have to do for now seeing as he couldn't just up and leave. He glanced at the Water student blandly, holding it out in an almost questioning manner. "Want any?" He wasn't usually the type to share either, but well... boredom.