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Post by Walter Satinwood on Feb 11, 2014 0:18:18 GMT -5
WALTER J. SATINWOOD { The Prince of Cool }----------------------------------------------------
The young man had taken to exploring his new school. After all it was going to be his new home for at the very least the next two years. If he enjoyed his time here, then once he turns eighteen if there are still classes he needed to part take in, well then he would stay. However, he did plan on finishing his schooling as fast as he could in order to get out into the world. That didn't mean he was going to slack off though. No, not at all. Sure the young Satinwood had chosen to only take a few classes this semester, instead of packing it as full as he could. Instead he had chosen to take it a little easier for the first part of his stay here. That way he could not only work on his studies and being the best, but work on showing this school he was the best. At his old school he was known as the Prince of Cool, by all. Of course some of the guys he had rubbed the wrong way and another name for him, but their simple minds, and immature names had no hold on him.
Strolling into the lounge in the Water Building, he had almost decided to take a dip in the pool. Yet it was no fun swimming when there were no ladies to show off in front of. Therefore with a bit of swagger in his step he entered the room which looked rather empty. As he looked around with brown eyes, he noticed that there was things to eat, games, and places to relax. However, instead of grabbing everything he could get his hands on he strolled over to a bookshelf and after looking at all the books carefully pulled out a novel. Taking it over to a chair near a corner window and sat down, and put his feet up. Sitting there in silence he opened the book up and began to read it. |
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Post by Brock on Feb 11, 2014 0:34:40 GMT -5
Brock had arrived finally,with his hair messed up from the wind. He walked into in the lounge with his back pack on his back. He seen a face he had never seen before,he had to talk to them revealing how easy going he truly was"Hey mind if I chill out here for a little bit? It's a mess out there, my name's Brock". He smiles and sits down breathing heavily sighing in relief,he then takes his back pack off laying down in the chair getting even more. "Bout time,that trip took me 3 hours, it was a shame I couldn't catch anything. Better luck next time I guess".
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Post by Walter Satinwood on Feb 11, 2014 0:52:01 GMT -5
WALTER J. SATINWOOD { The Prince of Cool } ---------------------------------------------------- Sitting there reading his book, he found himself enjoying it. It was a delightful story about a boy who liked to explore and battle with his pokemon friends, but a group of bad guys where trying to recruit him into their gang, as his father who he thought died when he was a baby ran it. The gang had one goal in life - to take over the world. Walter had to admit when he read the back cover he thought it would be a little cheesy and over done, but so far it was good.
However, as he enjoyed reading in the silence of the empty room someone else came in. Another boy, this one with messy hair and a big mouth with no off button. Looking at him from over his book, he said nothing. Walter only looked back down as he tried not to give this Brock the time of day. Yet the kid just kept talking ruining his peace. Lowering the book, he placed it in his lap before tucking a red bookmark in his place to safe the page. Eyes looking over at the other kid, he smirked as he spoke. "Just means you weren't trying hard enough." He huffed before looking back down and picking his book back up. |
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Post by Brock on Feb 12, 2014 23:08:03 GMT -5
Brock frowned sensing a bit of attitude out of the man. He didn't let it get to him he just smiled and continued on <Well, I always have next time I guess.> He sighed looking in his back pack making sure he hadn't lost anything during his trip. Brock then says quietly to himself <Oh god, I seem to of left one of my Pokeball's in the woods.> He runs his hands down his face being already exhausted knowing he can't go on such a trip again.
Brock begins to get worried now looking around the lounge. <M-Maybe I miss placed it.> He see's more students piling in hoping that one of them happen to find it along the way here. "E-Excuse me". Brock looked at the crowd speaking a little nervously. <D-Did any of you happen to pick up a Pokeball in the woods? It must of fell out of my bag. It has my Wynaut in it>
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 23:22:26 GMT -5
The beanie came off when she entered the lounge. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth out what had been ruffled. Carrying her sketchbook, Dawn had intention of getting some fodder for designs while here. At the very least, she’d make notes of patterns and styles she would like to study more and emulate.
As soon as she came in, though, she spotted a pokeball on the ground. She raised a brow, stooping down to pick it up. Holding it her hand, she stood as Brock tried to find it. Oh. Geez, she was starting to think the most competent guy here was that Iason kid--and he seemed a little less than level, what with his seeming inability to feel obvious threats. All the same, the blue haired girl spoke up. ”Hold on, I think I’ve got it.”
Walking over, she smiled at the tan skinned guy. ”Here, that it?” She looked from the corner of her eye at the rest of the crowd, then to Brock and Walter. She wasn’t about to fight the crowd and they both seemed tolerable enough. ”Mind if I join you two?” she questioned, gesturing to the plentiful but soon likely to be snatched up empty seats.
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Post by Walter Satinwood on Feb 13, 2014 11:39:48 GMT -5
WALTER J. SATINWOOD { The Prince of Cool } ---------------------------------------------------- Trying to read his book became a real bother. All he had wanted was a nice quiet place, and at the time of arriving he had been the only one here. However, as he got farther into chapter five it seemed like they started piling in. A class must have just got out. He thought to himself. It wasn't really that there where a lot of people in the room, after all some of them where really pretty girls, but it was all the noise they where making. If it wasn't so windy out he would have taken the book outside and sat under a tree, but he was rather content sitting in the chair by the window. Crossing his ankles, he eyed Brock as he seemed to be searching for something.
Why couldn't people just let him be? It wasn't just Brock either. As he read his book a stray ping pong came flying from across the room and hit the back of the blue hard back novel. It bounced off the arm rest of the chair and then landed in his lap. Picking up the ball with his leg hand Walter silently sighed. It came out more like a huff then anything as he throw the ball back across the room to the people playing. He didn't even look where he was throwing, but chuckled quietly to himself as a kid tried to catch it but missed. It bounced off his hands hit a wall and then flew into the trash. That so wasn't Walter's fault, but perhaps he did plan it out in his mind? No.
Shifting in his set the brown eyed boy became more comfortable then became a bit more annoyed as that Brock kid called out to everyone about his pokeball. Honestly how could anyone drop a pokeball with a pokemon in it and not notice. He thought to himself. Looking around the room he noticed a stray pokeball that looked like it had rolled under something, he would have said something about it if a pretty blue haired girl had picked it up. Going back to his book, he put his bookmark back in it and closed it up as he heard the girl talking to them, to him. Placing it on the small table next to him that stood between two chairs he looked a the girl and smiled.
"Of course I don't mind. If you are cold from this wicked wild wind this chair right here has been warmed by the sun." He said as he reached forward to touch the clear across the small table next to him by the window in the corner. "However, I am not with him. He is just a kid losing all his stuff, and acting like the class klutz." Walter said as he eyed Brock. How odd, he was nice and charming towards Dawn, but not so much towards Brock. Well the one was another boy, and he for some reason always seems to have issues with boys around his own age. |
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