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Post by Aelia on Apr 5, 2009 20:20:50 GMT -5
Not far from the Dalgo House, there is a run-down, sagging building. The building used to have pristine white walls, with stout red shingles and a cheerful sign outside the shiny green door reading, Mesto Antiques, the Best Furniture on the East Side! Now the building has a faded gray-brown quality, the ceiling is significantly lower than its original state and the sign has long since faded away. Inside the antique store, ancient couches, chairs, and lamps (the ones that survived the test of time) sit haphazardly around the various rooms, their musty surfaces showing that someone must have washed them recently. Near the back of the store, suspended across the entire wall, stands an enormous blackboard - the pride and joy of Mrs. Dalgo. The blackboard is scrubbed so it's green surface almost shines, and neat pieces of chalk and chalk eraser sit on top of a rack near the board. Though small and slightly dusty, the old antique store is used as the only school on the East Side. Here Mrs. Dalgo teaches, or attempts, the children living in eastern Mesto City.
**Sitting on top of the old cashier counter, Devan stares avidly at a huge calculus textbook in his paws, absorbing it's worldy knowledge as if his life depended on it. Looking up every now and then, Devan smirks at some of the various anthros in the main classroom, amused at how basic their curriculum was compared to his.**
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Post by Moss on Apr 6, 2009 16:28:58 GMT -5
**Mrs. Dalgo clears her throat, efficiently quieting the classroom of 'students' in front of her. Apart from Devan, they are, no matter their age, learning the same thing today: the history of Mesto city. She gives her son a proud look, glad to see that his being excused from this lesson was a good choice. Then, with a deep breath, she picks up a piece of chalk and writes, in large letters, The History of Mesto City on the green blackboard. Looking at the students with determination, she launches into the lesson.**
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few half-hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**The once-green door opens, and closes quietly, quite a surprise, seeing as the person entering has quite a rep for hurting doors. This time though, Moss isn't interested in being noticed. Sneaking across the back of the classroom, she hopes that her mother won't notice that she has arrived halfway through the lesson. Glancing up, she's relieved to see the anthro in question currently has her back turned, and is writing something else on the board, and even more relieved to see that her snooty brother has his face buried deep into a calculus book. As quietly as she can, she lays her backpack on the floor next to the sofa she's sitting on, and pulls out a notebook. With her tail neatly curled around her, she begins taking notes, like the rest of the class. She hopes, again, that her mother will be so intent on whatever she's teaching that she won't be asked why she's late. After all, Moss has no reason that would satisfy a teacher: she was just working on Frankencar, and forgot it was time to go to school...**
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Post by Aelia on Apr 8, 2009 20:27:07 GMT -5
**Completely submerged in his textbook, Devon hardly hears the miniscule squeak that the door made as his sister crept in. Scratching his ear thoughtfully, the tabby anthro barely detects a change in the room, as if a wind had blown in, or as if... Looking up quickly, Devan takes a headcount of the assembled students. When his figures didn't match the number that they did a few minutes ago, a slow smirk creeps across his face.** Mom!! **He calls out loudly, waving his hand importantly and walking away from the counter.** Moss came in late! Again! **He rats out, feeling no qualms about getting his sister in trouble, or even of interrupting the class. Moss deserved it, and these imbeciles could never learn enough to be anything.**
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Post by Delphi, Adrien, and Paliki on Apr 9, 2009 20:04:09 GMT -5
**Adrien listens patently as Mrs. Dalgo goes about the lesson. This is all more or less review, since the curriculum doesn't change much every year. Checking his watch every few minutes and glancing inconspicuously at the door, the young tom is about to start worrying about his girlfriend when he sees a sliver of sunlight, let through by the now open door, no doubt. Adrien figures Moss is more likely to get caught if he's looking at her, so he smiles discretely is her direction and winks at her with both eyes when she is seated. Wincing as he hears Devan shout out, the anthro rolls his eyes and sits further into his seat, waiting for the chastisement to begin.**
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Post by Moss on Apr 12, 2009 15:07:04 GMT -5
ooc: Hey, I was wondering if one of you guys could be Mrs. Dalgo for the rest of this, so that I don't have to RP the whole thing with myself.... >>
**Moss freezes, her mind racing with options. She could smile, and tell Devan and her mom that she'd been here to whole time... But, well, she's pulled that stunt already, plus Mrs. Dalgo has about 3% trust in her, and 103% trust in her little brother. So, she decides to go with the truth, after having graced Devan with her special "Devan-glare": a glare where she radiates as much "I'm very pissed at you" energy as she possibly can, usually only used when Devan is around. Seeing how intense her eyes are to begin with, it works rather well... Finally, she looks to her mother, who is frowning at her, and meows,** I was just trying to fix the car... and I forgot the time... **with her eyebrows arched and what she hopes seems like an innocent smile.**
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Post by Aelia on Apr 12, 2009 16:48:02 GMT -5
((I'll RP her if you want. Or Delphi and I could share the part..))
**Devan grips the counter as Moss' death beams turn towards him. No matter how high his standings were with his mother, Moss would still scare the bejeesus out of him, plus she had about twice his muscle weight. Recovering from his minor freak-out after a moment, the long haired tabby saunters closer to the blackboard.** See how unresponsible she is? Working on a car, losing track of time, purposefully not coming to school. ** The cat anthro smirks, gathering full steam now** And isn't this her third infraction? Honestly mom, what kind of student should be able to get away with this?
**Mrs. Dalgo looks up sharply at Devan's outburst, and turns to see her daughter slumped in her chair.** Predictable.. **She mutters quietly, placing her piece of chalk on the rack and turning to face her daughter with a scathing glare** How dissappointing Moss. **Mrs. Dalgo starts up, rising to her full height (though not considerable it still radiated a great amount of authortiy).** I find it perfectly unbelieveable that you should lose track of time. And working on a car? Honestly, education should be your first priority, and by the rate you're going at, you'll hardly ever be a success. Now, you should thank Devan for telling me about this incident, because now we can properly discipline you. Stay after school and we'll talk about your punishment. As for know, I'll have to give extra homework to the attending students because of your delaying our lesson. ** With audible groans coming after her little monologue, the teacher picks up her piece of chalk again and starts writing on the board, picking up right where she left off.** And Adrien, do sit up straight, you'll damage your back slouching so much.** Mrs. Dalgo says with her back still to the classroom.**
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Post by Moss on Apr 13, 2009 17:38:20 GMT -5
ooc: Delphi can't RP her, cus she doesn't have one of her kids as a char... yet but anyone else, go ahead **As Mrs. Dalgo turns her back, Moss fires another potent glare at her brother, glad to see they scare him.** But Mom! **she suddenly squeals from the back of the class, her ears pinned back in anger. She doesn't care much that she needs to stay after, because she probably would have to stop by anyways, before going home for dinner. What really gets her though, is that the whole rest of the class should be punished. Moss isn't too popular already, as most of her younger and more applied classmates frown at her flippant attitude towards education, and she doesn't want it to be worst.** You can't punish everyone else because of me! I mean, that's making them take responsibility for my actions. ** Well, more or less... She adds in her mind. after all, it's not completely true. But Moss knows her mom well enough to figure out that, like the vast majority of teachers, 'responsibility for my actions' are the words that get things to work out for you.** Please, I should be the one to take the responsibility... **Okay, so the extra words weren't necessary, but maybe some of them, including Devan, will hate her a little less for it... Not to mention they might make her mom see she really meant it. More or less, anyways.**
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Post by Aelia on Apr 15, 2009 19:33:03 GMT -5
**Mulling Moss' plea over for a bit, Mrs. Dalgo finally feels her heartstrings pull slightly towards the welfare of the students. After all, it wasn't very fare to punish everyone so much for her daughter's crimes... Especially the good students like Devan. No, I can't damage his fragile state of mind by adding extra work. **she muses, absent-mindedly playing with a piece of chalk.** Fine. **The teacher sighs, her anger slowly ebbing.** Instead you will scrub the blackboard and clean out the erasers until they are spotless. The rest of the class will have a normal assignment. **Turning back to her beloved board, Mrs. Dalgo starts up the lesson again with renewed vigor, trying to recover the 8 minutes of lost time. Behind her, the unmuffled sighs of relief resounded loudly throughout the classroom. **
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Post by Moss on Apr 15, 2009 21:12:58 GMT -5
**Moss' "poor poor responsible little me" look dissolves along with her mother's punishment. The act over, she glares fiercely at Devan once more, before grinning deviously. That was better then she'd expected. After all, someone form her family has to clean the chalkboard anyways, and it was usually her... so, with her little acting moment over, she begins scrawling note down as best as she can, hoping that if she can catch up, she'll get back on her mom's good side.**
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Post by Mystery on Apr 16, 2009 18:46:48 GMT -5
Socks was quiet the whole time. Figures that Moss was late, that's all he had to think. He could careless about extra homework, he'd get it done eventually. He wasn't like Moss who would protest, nor was he like Devan who would down right blurt everything out. Socks was down right sure that he'd be hearing all about it later, from mom, Moss, or even Devan. With a small sigh, his tongue flickers, and he yawns very quietly. He glanced over his shoulder at Moss' devious little grins and looks, half smiles amused, before looking back at the board.
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Post by Moss on Apr 16, 2009 20:09:29 GMT -5
**Moss, still grinning in triumph sticks her tongue out teasingly at socks. That's right! I rock! She attempts to send telepathicly. As for Devan... she'll have to think some way to get back at him, along with his disappointment at the whole class not hating her. Let's see....**
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Post by Aelia on Apr 21, 2009 15:38:40 GMT -5
**Devan wrinkles his nose as Moss wheedles her way out of another punishment.** Mom's so soft-hearted.. **He thinks with just the barest hint of disgust. Turning back to his calculus textbook, Devan buries his head in complicated mathematical equations, determined not to let Moss' victory get the best of him.**
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Post by Moss on Apr 25, 2009 13:52:44 GMT -5
**Mrs. Dalgo clears her throat, swishes her puffy tail, and, as if nothing had happened, launches back into her lesson. She really is a good teacher, if only she could figure her kids out. It's so easy to deal with other's, but with her own.... she never really knows how hard to go. Pushing the thought away for another time, she turns away from the board, which reads.** Mesto City Street Names. **and launches into her lecture. This is a new one, as she's just completed the research but she has faith that the students will find it interesting.** As you may have noticed, the vast majority of the streets here have names of of famous battle sites.....
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Post by Aelia on Apr 26, 2009 21:09:00 GMT -5
**After a few moments of slow writing, Devan puts down his pencil and neatly files his math homework into a voluminous accordion folder. Taking a deep satisfactory breath, the cat anthro leans forward to better hear his mother's lecture on street names. As Mrs. Dalgo poses a question to the class on the significance of Dunkirk Avenue, Devan shoots his hand in the air to answer with an almost sickeningly eager expression on his face, much to the annoyed groans from the rest of the class.**
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Post by Delphi, Adrien, and Paliki on Apr 27, 2009 17:15:58 GMT -5
**Adrien sits up and almost blushes as Mrs. Dalgo tells him not to hurt his back. Somewhat surprised at Moss' clever retaliation, he shakes his head lightly in bemusement. She sure knows how to push her mom's buttons...[i/] Once the punishment has been "reconfigured" and he has given Moss a thumbs up under his desk, Adrien tries to follow the lesson without staring at Devan in horrified fascination. How could anyone be so involved in school?**
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