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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Nov 16, 2011 17:26:39 GMT -5
 Altair didn’t really mind detention as some may have. Sure, there were obnoxious students sitting all around her, but now she was getting really good at handling that and not snapping any necks. Because honsetly, sitting in detention allowed her to get some sleep in before work. Or, she could paint her nails and let the fumes waft through the room. That usually ticked off a few people, not that she minded. She liked to fight, and so when someone offered to go fisticuffs, she’d be right there. Even if it meant smearing her nails a little bit. Though she may like to keep primped, she wasn’t truly a girly girl. She did everything like a guy save for look like one. Her lips were always glossy, her hair tossled, and clothes designer. She was proud of this, proud of herself.
However, today was not a day for painting nails. In fact, she was actually working on an assignment for history. She never cared much for school, because she wasn’t book smart (not that she’d acknowledge this). She was more for thinking on her feet and making quick decisions. History just made her want to drive a drill into her skull. It made her yearn for a visit to the dentist. However, she wasn’t going to drop out of school because she realized this was a fucking good opportunity, especially since she’d come to realize how much she enjoyed having her element. It had been neglected for so long that she was much weaker than the rest of the classmates, but she still loved being able to whoop ass with fire.
The main reason she was concentrating so hard was so she could graduate and get a good job and support Rowena in whatever she wanted to do. Even though she’d never been very responsible, Altair had always had a mother complex when it came to her sisters. She claimed it had to do with her being the oldest, something that the three girls had always used to argue about. Three. She tried not to think about how that wasn’t true anymore, that it was only two. The grief was now a residual pain, something that would always be there. But she would deal, and she kept her thoughts from it as she focused intently on her textbook sparing only a glare to some obnoxious assholes playing music next to her. ”Shut it off, or I’ll fucking burn it.” This didn’t work, and so she only growled a bit and shook her head while returning to her work.
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Post by timothyhaandel on Nov 25, 2011 1:08:57 GMT -5
 detention. Tim couldn't say that he hadn't ever been in a detention room before, considering the fact that he had had many a detention when he came to the academy himself. It was something new to have to supervise the class itself, considering he knew what it was like to be sitting at the tables that they were at at this point. After just a couple of minutes of just sitting at the desk he could tell what people had been here before, the people that were here every now and again and the first timers, because he is just awesome like that. But all things a side it did seem like it was going to be just like any normal detention. Tim was going to sit there and mark papers for an hour or so and then he was going to say that it was time for them to go and then he was going to go home, cook dinner; eat that dinner and then go to bed. Right? right.
As soon as he had heard some screeching from inside the room he wondered what was going to happen. If a fight was going to break out or worse, elements were brought out. Even though it wasn't very often that stuff like that did happen, it was still something that wouldn't surprise him considering the current war that was going on. Tim looked up from his papers and saw that it was a girl with long blonde hair, who looked like she wanted to get some work done, and a couple of boy with their music really loud it was even starting to annoy Tim himself. He got up got of his seat and walked up to then and said, "Would you boys please leave the room." And so they did, apparently being a teacher had it upsides. As soon as they had left he turned back to the girl and said, "Do you need help with anything?"
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Nov 25, 2011 22:58:37 GMT -5
Altair didn’t thank him for telling the guys to leave, she just regarded him with ice blue eyes, craking her tongue between her teeth. A lot of his students liked him, he was the cool professor, but she didn’t really have that kind of views on anyone. She just co-existed with everyone in the world, tolerated them. Sure, she was making friends, but friendships were…different for her. She wasn’t exactly the best friend to have, but then again, she wasn’t the worse. She was good for parties and drinking and causing collateral damage with, but she wasn’t someone to come to when you needed help with a relationship or any sort of problem. Plus, it wasn’t like she was exactly loyal—sure, she was loyal to her element, but she wasn’t necessarily someone who gave a fuck about others’ wellbeing. She was a selfish person, and it wasn’t even intentional—she just liked to put herself before others.
When Timothy asked about her work, she continued to give him her stare. Popped the bubblegum. ”Yeah,” she drawled, tapping her pen against her paper. ”Why the fuck do I have to learn about this country? What have the Mounties ever done?” She was being her usual sarcastic, biting self because she wasn’t one to ask for help. No. She did everything on her own, and even fi someone helped her along the way, she wouldn’t admit that she needed a hand, or someone to put a stepping stool down to help herself up. ”Can you help me understand that?” Since it was in her nature, she couldn’t stop herself from being an asshole. Hell, she wasn’t even trying to be, she was just reacting as she felt, even when it was a teacher who had a lot more power over her. She almost scowled. Fuck that bullshit.
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