.:FENCING STARTER:. [[ALL FORMERS]]

[Patrick Stanton]

Patrick Stanton


Open up your eyes,
And see these warning signs,
Breaking through your heart and all the reason of your mind...

.xXx.

[/color]Light, pale green eyes flickered about the room within a matter of seconds, picking up certain details of Patrick’s surroundings. Such things registered within his mind, like the frost around the edge of the window sill, as well as the little piece of missed fluff sitting near the back vent. He didn’t necessarily pause to think about these things, but he retained them either way. The uncalled-for bunch of fluff, especially. He ought to bother someone about it later on, if he was in the mood. After all, who wouldn’t want to get under Kalona’s skin? He could, assuming it was dust, bring it up as a health hazard. This would irritate the big, egotistical man, considering he seemed to have a fetish with perfection.

Well, Patrick was quite proud of himself, now! He already had plans for the evening!

But now, he was waiting for the bell to announce yet another set of classes. The difference, however, was that Patrick was, indeed, expecting a class of his own. He didn’t know exactly how large, however he didn’t really take much care to that matter. Why worry himself with such, completely useless topics? A small, amused, little smirk tugged at the corner of Patrick’s lips, though suppressed, as he sat down on the little couch he had against the wall at the front. It had been quite the hassle getting it in, but he was glad he had it, either way. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back, raising his coffee to inhale its strong scent. Someone might see him at first glance, and believe he was a preppy, little, Englishman. Which, in a way, was what he half-wanted some to believe.

Rule One, about meeting someone: Never Underestimate Them.

Just then, the bell rang, it’s shrill, high-pitched sound ringing throughout the entire school. Patrick paused, before taking a sip of his coffee, and looking towards the door casually. Within moments, unless late, students would file in, of all different varieties. It would be Patrick’s job from then on, to teach every one of them the art of fencing. And he would be perfectly happy to. It was all about shifting his lesson to fit everyone’s needs, unless he, of course, had an unwilling student. Then, he might just be forced to make the child squirm, and feel awkward. It always seemed to make people behave a little better, after all. It was odd, how the human mind worked. Patrick smoothed his suit jacket down, grey, matching his pants, and let his free hand fall to his side.

Now, all he had to do was wait.
...
Such a typical, un-original phrase.


And the time has come to realize,
And see the plan you've been designed for.
So face the fear of all unknown,
And see the heart inside,
So open up your eyes,
So open up your eyes...

Words: 519
Muse: SHORTFAIL
Notes: It fails, and he didn't say anything, so everyone just make an appearance, flail around a lil', and then he'll stop his awkward silence. :3
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[ash]

Aislinn Luna wore what she always wore: White. No it wasn't practical but no, she didn't much care. Why should she? She always wore white, but at least it was practical for the class she was going to. Well, somewhat. Didn't people usually wear white when they fenced? She believed so. Being a third former that didn't know much of the world because she was usually out being her wandering self made her a little bit clueless of certain things from time to time. White sweatpants and a white tank top clad her body as she left her room, before she remembered it was cold out. She groaned softly, she had forgotten any form of coat. She went back in and got her coat, then left carefully making sure that Finnavarra, her black wolf pup, stayed in the room after she left. It wouldn't due for him to follow her to class. Even though, knowing him, he'd find some way to follow her. He was just that persistent, but he made her smile. And her smiles were so rare. She just figured it wasn't a good idea for him to tag along

Keeping her expression carefully blank as always, Ash strode down the hall and over to the classrooms, her bare feet making no noise as she walked. It was cold out, yes, but even that didn't usually stop Ash from refusing to wear shoes, even if the cold ground made her shiver. Which made her frown a little. She had once been a tough child that was perfectly fine in any type of weather no matter what, and here she was shivering at a little cold. This was what happened when she let herself settle down in a place. Not that she had much choice in this settling.

Today was swordsmanship, wasn't it? Well then, she had already thought that before. Her thoughts were going in circles, wonderful. Maybe it was because she was nervous a little bit? She had never handled a sword before, but she didn't doubt that she would pick it up soon enough, she was usually pretty good at stuff like that after all. It just took a few lessons was all. Not that she was over confident, she just knew that the physical things in life came easier to her when she sucked it up and tried them. She shook her head and watched the doors as she walked among the classrooms. Now where was...there we are.

She smiled ever so faintly as she opened the door. She was trying to be nice and not her usual frosty self, it made a better impression on one's first day to be kind, didn't it? She thought she had read that somewhere. Usually Ash didn't care, but seeing as she would be stuck here she might as well try and be somewhat kind to other people in the place she would be stuck. She sighed softly to herself and then took in her professor who appeared to be sitting on a couch drinking coffee. Now that was an odd sight if you asked Ash, not that many usually did. She didn't expect her fencing professor to be wearing a suit on a couch.

She shrugged a little. Oh well, didn't change the fact that she had to be here for class so she might as well suck it up, right? Right. She nodded a little to the man, the full Vampyre rather. Professor" she said softly by way of greeting.

Comments: <3 my awkward child
Muse: Eh there
Words: 612

[thefairy]

So Charlie had decided to tag along to Cameron Rose's next class. She didn't mind of course or wouldn't have if he hadn't been complaining about the cold. She held him close to her chest as he purred.
"You could have stayed in my room." She mumbled to him taking careful steps in the snow so not to jolt her cat. His fur was so white she'd lose him if she put him down.
"You can be a down right pain sometimes." It was true but it didn't make her love him any less. She wanted to tell him that if he made her late she wouldn't be happy but she didn't want to upset her kitty., her little white fluff ball. She was thankful she didn't own one of those hairless cats she'd seen at her old House of Night. The weather would kill the poor thing. She didn't understand why Charlie was so intent on following her everywhere here, clinging so close. He'd never done it anywhere else. Maybe it was the atmosphere that hung so thick you literally had to push through it. Or maybe that was just the wind.

Cameron Rose's attire wasn't exactly suitable. Not for this weather anyway. But who needed to be practical? Why not be different? Her skirt was definitely not something you wanted to be caught in a snowstorm in. It was one of those light summer skirts that reached your ankles if you wished to wear it full length but she had it rolled up into a mini. Definitely not suitable for this weather. Her woollen blue tights kept most of the chill off her skin but she could still feel the cold numbing her legs. But she sucked it up and dealt with it. What's the point complaining?

Maybe it was Cameron Roses distracting thoughts or the complaining kitten in her arms but she'd neglected to realise that she wasn't alone on her way to class. As she neared the building she noticed another fledgling enter. The student was wearing all white, certainly not a colour that would make you seen in the snow. There were certain odd quirks Cameron Rose noticed about her. Like her lack of footwear. As she entered the classroom she shivered a little at the sudden change of temperature and set her kitty down.
"Be good." She whispered to him, like a mother to a child. He kept his eyes on her, brown, soft, like a chocolate milkshake. Eyes she could not resist.
"I mean it." She warned him, hoping he wouldn't find an animal to hunt, kill and deliver it straight to her. The biggest danger to owning a cat is finding random dead animals being brought in by them.

After some time Cameron Rose approached the girl who had entered before her.
"Hi," she said with a smile and held out her hand for a hand shake, "I'm Cameron Rose. I know I introduce myself with my first and middle name. I prefer Rose. Yeah. Odd. I know. And this," her eyes fell to her feet where Charlie was anxiously weaving through her legs, which had now thawed from the frost outside, "is Charlie. Practically begged me to take him with me." She smiled again, hoping her friendliness would not become misinterpreted.

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[Sephora Taryn]

Seph was practically bouncing on her bed. Why may you ask? This wasn't a Seph thing to do, Seph was not a bouncer, definitely not. So why was she doing it? She was doing it because of She was about to head out to fencing class. Fencing class. She adored fencing class. So much that it made her wanna use words like adore and she never ever did.

She laughed as she fixed he Yoga pants, Seph always wore yoga pants when she was going fencing because of the fact that she needed to have her foot work going smoothly and Jeans would so not do. She pulled her long sleeved white shirt down over it and smiled at it, it also had Bitch written across it like many of her other shirts. She wrote it on, besides it was the only way you were going to get her to wear white.

She laughed as she pulled on her converse that she so barely wore anymore. Only for fencing. She was in such a good mood because she loved fencing so much and she wanted to get there as soon as possible. Her hair was out and curling at the bottom as usual but even that would not mess up her mood right now.

Not only was she fencing but she was fencing with a different Professor, Seph loved fencing with her professors. She liked to see how good they were so she could master their moves and then beat them. Nothing could mess up her focus right now.

Seph laughed a bit as she went over to the corner of the room where she Kept her Epee and smiled at it. She picked it up and wrapped it around her waist clicking the strap together and then walking out of her room.

She actually never left with out it, except for that one time on the beach and she was so not getting into that. She shook her head. She didn't need to get into that at all.

She ran across the grass to get to the classrooms with a smile on her face even though it was so cold she was tearing and the tears were freezing on her face, she didn't mind though as her Epee bounced on her hip from her running.

She got into the building and the warmth hit her with a welcoming blast and she slowed down so that she got to the fencing room right on time. She saw two girls in there when she got there, one she had seen once or twice and one she did not recognize. She shrugged. She saw the professor and she went over to stand where he was standing a bit away from him and she crossed her arms happy and ready.

The one she didn't know was speaking and Seph just sort of stood there unsure about whether she should cut in or not, when she was done. She looked up at the professor with a smirk on her face, he was a man and her last one had been a woman. This would be fun.

"So...Can we start class now?"she asked hand on the hilt of her Epee. This would be once class she was going to have so much fun in.


Words: 560
Muse: good
Notes: Seph loves fencing

[sapphiree]

Aoife wasn’t the type to go to class. Perhaps, this was because she had been out of the practice of going to class for so long. She had run away at fourteen and thus, never been to highschool more than one year. The idea of changing classes constantly was foreign to her before she had come here. Now that she was in her fifth former, it was a bit easier but nothing to sneeze at. She still had trouble from time to time remembering what the heck she was supposed to do when the bell rang. Most people had more practice in it than she did.

However, anyone who laughed at her still got a bit of a kick from her. She was tempermental and disliked being looked at a certain way. Being a fool was one such way she hated to be looked at, and it would remain that way for a while. If not for her whole life. Most likely her whole life, but that did not bother her in the slightest, nor did it bother those select few she kept around her. She pulled her long, thick chestnut colored hair into a ponytail and left the room. She was all in black as usual, and putting her hood up meant it was hard to tell who was under that shroud of black clothing that encased the young woman.

She was headed to fencing class. She would have preferred to be making her way to combat class, because she had been taught long ago to defend herself. However, she found she needed to go to fencing as well. The House seemed to value fencing for reasons that had never made sense to E. She didn’t figure that they ever would. She found it a pointless hobby, whipping a sword around. Who even used swords anymore? A person wielding a sword out in a crowded street would look utterly pathetic near people who were holding a gun. It wasn’t socially acceptable anymore.

Nonetheless, she sucked it up and went often. She wasn’t bad at it, wasn’t wonderful either. She was somewhere in the middle. Which was better than some others she had seen swinging their swords about in the practice room. So she supposed she was just fine in that respect, correct? Aoife walked to the fencing room as she had these thoughts dancing about in her head. And once there, she picked up the practice sword she had carved an “E” into the handle to mark as hers. She used it most often and knew the balance was right for her.

She saw that there were three other girls in the classroom and the professor. Well that was just fine, she didn’t care one way or the other as long as no one tried to actually get friendly with her. She nodded to the professor in her greeting and walked in just as one girl asked if they could get started. She didn’t know any of the girls, which wasn’t surprising really. She didn’t make friends all that often anyway.