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Post by Laken Frost on Aug 20, 2009 21:55:54 GMT -5
laken frost !!
Okay Laken practically lived in detention. It would have been better if Laken liked detention. Honestly who liked detention? Laken for sure didn’t, even if he knew he deserved it. There was never an occasion where Laken got a detention for something he didn’t do. Laken always did something that was why he practically lived in detention. Hell Laken practically had a spot with a reserve sign on it, nobody dared to sit in his spot.
Today Laken was in detention for something minor, well minor in his opinion. All he had done was hex a bunch of first years so they were stuck to the ceiling of the cafeteria. It was downright hilarious and they deserved it in Laken’s opinion. The little twerps were practically taking an hour to decide where to sit while in the door way. Laken was hungry and the idiots just wouldn’t move. So instead of asking he just flicked his wand and watched them fly up to the ceiling. The teachers weren’t all too happy, but when were teachers ever happy with Laken?
In his usual temperamental manner Laken barged into the detention hall and handed a slip to the teacher. Whipping his head so his wild dark hair flew out of his dark reddish eyes Laken looked around the room and his eyes landed on the desk that he always sat in. However someone was in his seat. That seriously ticked Laken off.
Angrily Laken stretched his long legs graced to him from his 6’4” frame. Glaring down at the girl in his seat with his dark reddish eyes, looking like a devil in the process, Laken snapped at her. ”Get. Out. Of. My. Seat.” Laken had a horrible temper and this girl was pushing his buttons, no matter how unintentional it may be.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 20, 2009 22:05:51 GMT -5
Sarena never got detention. Ever. So today, when she had been assigned one for laughing at a group of unfortunate first years stuck on the ceiling, instead of helping them, she was extremely pissed. And who had assigned it? Her own father, the headmaster, telling her she was setting a "bad example for the student body" and that "her sister would never do such a thing". Sarena wanted to spit at the thought of being compared to her. Perfect Ariella, sweet Ariella, blahblahblah Ariella. Who the hell cared about Ariella? Sarena sure didn't.
When she entered the detention hall, she threw herself down dramatically in a seat towards the back, crossing her legs and tapping her french manicured nails on the desk impatiently. What could she possibly do to pass the time? She got herself into a more comfortable position, and put her head down, attempting to nap.
She had just about drifted off when she heard impatient staring and and angry voice. ”Get. Out. Of. My. Seat.”. She looked up and tall and extemely tall guy, with crazy dark hair, that may have been attractive if he didn't seem so pissed off and ignorant. If he was trying to scare her, he was going to have to do better than that.
"Why don't you make me, asshole." she said, annoyed that he had woken her up from her slumber over a stupid seat.
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Post by Laken Frost on Aug 23, 2009 12:05:13 GMT -5
laken frost !!
Okay so Laken says this a lot but he was pretty sure that he knew the girl he was talking to. She looked really familiar; obviously she had to be in his house for him to make that kind of connection. Also Laken felt like he should know who she is, like she was someone important. However due to Laken’s horrible, horrible memory there was no telling if he really knew her or not, either way she was getting on his nerves.
Taking a deep breath Laken ran his hand threw his mess of hair trying not to loose his temper with the girl. It was his seat. That was a known fact for anyone who had ever had detention. As a matter of fact his name was carved on the desk in various places and various levels of depth and sloppiness. Now all Laken had to do was figure out a way to get her out of his seat without hexing her or using force.
However when she egged him on by saying make me Laken took that as an open invitation to move her at his own will. So leaning down he picked her up, even though he may be classified as a skinny boy he did have a lot of strength. Scooping her up he put her on another desk without a care and sat down in his seat. “There,” Laken growled and slouched in the seat hiding his eyes behind his hair.
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Post by Sarena Rockwell on Aug 23, 2009 22:00:11 GMT -5
Sarena watched, almost amused, as the boy showed that he was obviously pissed. It was fun to see how people reacted in those types of situations; some seemed to handle it better than others. She saw him trying to restrain himself; was he going to try and hex her? In a way, she kind of hoped he would, because it could have made the detention more interesting.
He looked very familiar to her, but she couldn't put a name to his face. They were in the same house; she just got that vibe from him. Normally Sarena had a good memory when it came to people she was friendly with, so he was obviously somebody she didn't normally see in her social surroundings.
She was completely taken off guard as he actually picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and plopped her down on a desk next to his. Honestly, she was hoping for a verbal dissagreement. She mentally cursed her shortness as she was carelessy dropped, trying to regain her poise. She crossed her legs and gave him the dirtiest look she could muster. "That WASN'T funny. I could get my boyfriend after you."
[/color] she said, in a huff, knowing it wasn't the best threat. But she was very short of words and completely caught off guard.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Laken Frost on Aug 27, 2009 18:39:29 GMT -5
laken frost !!
It was quite funny to see the girl all huffed about being picked up. She just looked kind of confused and angry at the same time, like she didn’t believe that Laken had just physically removed her from his seat. Well she had asked for it so it’s not like she could be all to pissed at Laken, maybe pissed at herself. Either way Laken didn’t care about other peoples issues all too much, he had enough of his own.
When Laken was settled into his seat, nice and comfortable. Its like the seat was made for him, maybe it was possible that the desk could have somehow molded to his body shape because he was there so much. Hell the desk was probably more broken in then any of the desks in the other classrooms, well because he didn’t go to classes would be the reason, not that he cared.
What was even more funny was that she threatened him with her boyfriend. HA. Laken had probably already beaten up the idiot, Laken has beat up a lot of people. Well its more like he has hexed them or decked them, either one. However Laken didn’t loose when it came to a fight so the threat of her boyfriend made him laugh out loud, seriously. It was a dark laugh none the less, but a laugh is a laugh.
”You think that your boyfriend scares me?” Laken choked out between laughter. Seriously Laken just found her threat hilarious, its not like Laken laughed too much anyways. ”Missy I don’t care about a boyfriend I’ll just stick him to the ceiling like I did to those idiotic first years in the cafeteria. I doubt they’ll be down anytime soon…” Sighing Laken smiled at the thought of the first years stuck on the ceiling all week and let out another laugh. ”No threat scares me Missy.”
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