Bella
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Post by Bella on Oct 8, 2008 0:19:45 GMT -5
*Bella walked into class. She could feel the other kids around her whispering about the "new girl". She wished she had never had to move to Paris. She hated Paris. Also, her pale skin, which was almost translucent.*
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 8, 2008 0:41:20 GMT -5
((MUST FIND AN EXCUSE FOR THE PAVI TO BE HERE. Maybe he thinks it's a place to train Genterns or something. Or he'll stand around being all "THAT'S-A WHAT THE PAVI LOVES ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL SIGNORINAS- THE PAVI KEEPS-A GETTING OLDER AND THEY STAY THE SAME-A AGE." Or maybe he can just freak Bella out by calling her by her name, because that's what he calls everybody.))
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Bella
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Post by Bella on Oct 8, 2008 0:44:29 GMT -5
((He obviously teaches biology.
Or genetics.
Or...cosmetics.
Bella needs lessons on how to apply foundation. This could be the answer to all Edward's problems as well, as a nice peach could conceal his sparkle.
OH WAIT. NOTHING STOPS THE SPARKLE.))
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 8, 2008 0:46:27 GMT -5
((I think he's just going to hang out being a skeeve. He's good at that.))
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Edward Cullen
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Post by Edward Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 0:46:52 GMT -5
((I love that movie.))
Edward sat at a far table, alone. It wasn't clear why he was alone, because aside from his tendency to snap at anyone attempting to approach, he was, more or less, perfect.
He stiffened at something no one else could sense, and turned slowly to track the new girl with his onyx eyes. His nostrils flared and his eyes tightened.
She smelled... like every Thanksgiving feast rolled into one, like Christmas ham and fresh-baked bread and peppermint. It was overwhelming.
Edward glared.
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Bella
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Post by Bella on Oct 8, 2008 0:56:53 GMT -5
The onyx/ebony/obsidian/midnight eyes burned holes into Bella. Two angel-shaped holes through which butterflies flew. She felt sick. Also pasty. Then she realized the seat beside this vision of loveliness/splendor/heaven was the only empty seat.
Bella's stomach lurched, and then her body lurched after her. She only tripped three times on the way to the table, whereupon she flung herself into the chair, fell out, and tried again. At last she sat down, and then buried her head in her arms.
He hated her forever and ever, and why? She didn't even do anything to make him mad! And now she had two holes in her, the gaping wounds his eyes had made. Her life was over.
OVER.
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 8, 2008 0:59:07 GMT -5
All in all, it had been quite easy for Pavi to convince the school management to let him come in and offer the students opportunities to work at Papa's company. The negotiations had all been handled by one of his Genterns back home. The side effect of this was that the school administrations had neither seen nor heard him, and certainly didn't know about the multiple rape stories circulating about him. He walked in as the students settled down, oblivious as usual to any horrified stares. After all, he had a new face today.
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Edward Cullen
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Post by Edward Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 1:06:05 GMT -5
Edward turned deliberately away from Bella, enabling the entire country of Switzerland to seat itself between them, should it have become possessed with the desire to attend a high school biology class in a 19th century school for wizards. Which it did not, fortunately for our story and the Alps.
She smelled like salvation. And also butterscotch.
His lips pressed tight, Edward was so busy ignoring her that it took him a moment to realize that... he could hear nothing in her head. The rest of the class, filled with petty, mindless chatter. The teacher, or whatever, with the raping and face-snatching--Edward hardly ever paid attention to teachers anyway. But this girl was a blank.
The one person in all the world who was not an open book to him. The one girl he could not settle into like a familiar story, instantly knowing what sort of nail polish she liked and which of her friends were total sluts and getting disturbing flashes of his own hair and, more often than he was comfortable with, his own bum.
He hated girls, really.
But this one was silent. Alluring. Terribly clumsy, in that endearing way of people with no other personality traits to recommend them.
His life was over.
OVER.
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 8, 2008 1:17:05 GMT -5
The two sluts who had assigned themselves the roles of Pavi's arm candy were fumbling with the AV equipment, which really had no business being in a nineteenth century school for wizards, and eventually managed to start a video about GeneCo, but Pavi himself was distracted by a girl sitting toward the back of the room. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and this in itself was enough to catch his interest. He sidled over, smiling in what considered a deeply charming manner, and trilled "Bella..."
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Bella
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Post by Bella on Oct 8, 2008 1:19:02 GMT -5
Bella guessed she'd better do her classwork since the teacher was here.
Then she realized she couldn't open her biology book while holding closed the two gaping wounds his eyes had made.
Great. Her life was over and she was also going to fail. FAIL. And without her hands, she would not be able to make lasagna and sherbert, and then do all her homework, and then vacuum and clean the windows and do all the laundry, and turn back her father's sheets for him and sing him soft sweet lullabies. HER FATHER'S LIFE WAS OVER TOO.
And it was all the fault of the angel sitting beside her as though carved from marble/alabaster/clouds of heaven/stale marshmellows.
"Mew," Bella said.
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Pavi Largo
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Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 8, 2008 1:25:09 GMT -5
He leaned closer to the girl, grinning and rubbing his nails on his lapel to ensure they shone as alluringly as possible, and narrowly escaping a small cloud of badly written purple prose headed toward him.
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Post by Adrienne on Oct 8, 2008 6:09:35 GMT -5
*Adi, who was subbing for the actual teacher (who was currently confined to his bed with a bad cold) and who evidently could be in two places at once, walked in and sat down at her desk. She'd been called in last-minute to watch over the class and had decided she'd be giving them a study hall--except nobody had bothered to inform her that they were having a career presentation, or something. She raised an eyebrow at the older man, the brooding teenagers (not much younger than herself; when she taught actual classes it was to the younger students so that she could garner some sort of respect), and the equipment, before shrugging and looking down at the charms book she'd brought along.*
*She'd never liked career day anyway.*
((I figure I can timewarp. It's not like I haven't done it before, to the merry tune of endless confusion and generationskipping.))
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Edward Cullen
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Oct 8, 2008 10:49:00 GMT -5
Post by Edward Cullen on Oct 8, 2008 10:49:00 GMT -5
Like a statue coming to glorious life, or at least the semblance of it, Edward turned stiffly towards the disgusting man--really, he smelled like mutton or something--and, midnight eyes afire, ground out words as if cutting glass:
"Leave. Her. Alone."
The undertone of which as much as spelled out, "this one's mine."
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Oct 8, 2008 12:11:21 GMT -5
Post by Pavi Largo on Oct 8, 2008 12:11:21 GMT -5
One of the worst things about Pavi- other than the utter depravity and such- was that he really did have a rather romantic streak in him. True, it was the kind of romantic streak that believed it was possible to carry a woman to bed screaming and she'd come out of the experience singing and playing with her hair- a romantic streak that society at large had managed to largely breed out somewhere in the nineteenth century- but it was there nonetheless. Therefore, Edward's possessive glare was merely one form of old-fashioned and misguided chivalry meeting another. He didn't love the girl, Pavi assumed. He actually rather looked like he wanted to shred her into taco meat, perhaps with a savory red pepper sauce to taste. Pavi, on the other hand, was totally enthralled by her already, in the way he was always totally enthralled by his latest victim. He shot Edward a glare in response and waited still for Bella to notice him.
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Bella
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Oct 8, 2008 22:08:22 GMT -5
Post by Bella on Oct 8, 2008 22:08:22 GMT -5
The boy sounded like velvet over steel and something uniquely--the boy--to Bella. The sonorous sound of his singing speech surprised her out of a state that had been like unto slumber, and so she suddenly saw the salacious sleazy signor at her side. His face was pastede on, yay.
Bella didn't know why the boy would seek to defend her, so he must be in fact seeking to insult her. He probably just didn't want anybody to have to speak to the new girl, having already taken sum of her worth.
But since her life was over, Bella didn't care any more. She turned Pavi. "Want to go jump off some cliffs or crash some motorcycles or approach in dark alleys possible murdering catcalling rapists? Or are you busy next period?"
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