All Formers (OPEN)

[Tony Stark]

Tony wasn't one for formalities, when it came to working on cars he just grabbed an old t-shirt and jeans, usually covered in oil from his previous job. That's how he dressed today, old, tight t-shirt covered in oil and dirty, holey jeans. He cleaned his face off with a wet rag and looked in a mirror, cleaning up more oil and dirt. "Very effective, Sir."

"Jarvis you knew that going into that engine I'd get covered in this crap, luckily I can't get too sick off of any of those fumes." Tony said, looking at his face tattoos. Iron Man was always a favorite comic of his, Nyx must have known this because his Mark looked like the Iron Man helmet, just with a big ol' crescent moon smack in the middle of his forehead. "Jarvis when does class start?"

"T-minus 3 minutes and counting, sir."" Tony nodded and threw the rag down onto the mechanics bench, he walked up to the front of the board, which was more like a giant computer screen than anything else. He grabbed his pen from his back pocket and held it up to the board, using his favorite color, hot rod red, he wrote Professor Tony Stark on the board. Tony made sure that he could make any changes to the shop room that he wanted, in return he'd give the board to any teacher that wanted it in their classroom, so far none wanted it.

He wondered where his assistant was, the school gave him one and he didn't know why, he had Jarvis, what was the point of an assistant? Where was Tabrett anyway? "Jarvis put up the seating chart please."

"As you wish, sir."" Jarvis's robotic voice said, pulling up a seating chart of the students on the board. Tony then grabbed his pen, a tablet, and pulled up a secret project, his replica of the Iron Man suit, wearable, yes, functional? No. He started working on it as the students filed in. "Sir, class has started." Jarvis said. Tony closed and saved the blueprint and stood up from his desk.

"Welcome to Shop Class, I am Professor Tony Stark, yes as in Iron Man but I am not the real Iron Man, yet. Anyway, on your desk you'll see a mini computer and pen, you must create an account and log in. The computers are linked to the school's server, they are built into your desk as well so you can't steal them, actually...they are your desk. Now, once you've created your account please do the assingment on the board." At that note Tony turned around and wrote, in the same hot rod red on the large computer screen,

Write what you would like to learn in class, why, and what do you expect me to do. Once you are done send it to me via email to [e-mail].

He then put the pen in his pocket and turned around, watching the class, he sat down at his desk and pulled up his blueprint on his desk, working on his project, once again.

OOC: If you have seen the Iron Man movies, his classroom looks like his workshop, computer surfaces, areas to build and restore cars. Quick pics,www.forevergeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Iron-Man-2.jpeg, www.canmag.com/images/front/ironman/ironman16.jpg,http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00026051.jpg, and farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2235588695_c4b0c4433e_o.jpg

[Crissatha Pandora]

Crap Cris was late. Did she really give a shit? Not usually. But she had heard that the new shop teacher was actually not bad at all. Plus it was shop. Cris actually loved shop because it let her work with her hands. And work with boys. Because girls were usually too prissy to take this class. Though, if the rumors were true, she had heard that sadly she would probably not be the only girl anymore soon. Besides, she was taken now. Committed. Haha and no, not to a psych ward. Bitch. Shut up. Anyway. She actually liked this class. Either way. She was late.

She shrugged on a loose pair of black sweatpants with her fifth former patch on the side of the right knee and rolled them up so that way they wouldn't slide off her hips. Yes it was too hot for pants. No Cris would not wear anything that showed the feather on her ankle. Adding a white wifebeater tank to the mix, even though it had an oil stain on the side from shop class a couple months ago, and pulling her black and red hair into a ponytail high on her head, she bolted out the door. Barefoot, with boots in hand. She was faster barefoot.

She slid into the shop class and while the class had turned around to see who it was who had slipped in late, no one seemed all that surprised when they saw it was Cris who was late. She waved an appology and plopped herself down in the back row. Write what you'd like to learn in this class...blah blah blah. All the same bull shit.

"I expect not to be treated like a fragile female. Let me get rough and really work with it like the boys. As for what I expect to learn? I expect to get better at working with my hands and really making crap. Excuse the cursing or whatever." After taking a good five minutes to fricken figure out how, she sent it off. And then looked up and arched an eyebrow. Well hello. She was totally coming to this class more often. The teach was hot. She could work with this. As long as Justin wasn't in her class glaring daggers at the man cause Cris was paying attention to someone male that wasn't him.

She slouched back in her chair and started to pull on her boots. So the dude was hot. Could he teach? Or better yet...deal with her attitude?

Note: This is before she left to her mothers. So she's still the same Cris we all know and somehow manage to love.

[Justin Flyte]

Justin Flyte


Mushrooms are the evil of the world. We must burn them.


.xXx. So, Justin was actually going to class. But, only to be stealth. Why? Because he had HEARD the teacher was good-looking. No, Justin wasn’t here to check him out. Ew. No Justina here, don’t worry. He was here, because Cris was PROBABLY going to be here. And he needed to make sure that this professor didn’t get all “HOW YOU DOIN?” with her. I mean... It happens. And Justin was a mad jealous man, remember? So basically, he was here to make sure there wasn’t going to be any ‘detention’ or anything for Cris. Unless he went, too. Muaha. Stealth, I know. Honestly, Justin was proud of himself for thinking up some secretly evil plan. But, giving the circumstances, Justin had a horrible feeling his friends would know EXACTLY why he was here. Damn it. Back to the drawing board.


So, Justin filed into the class, hood pulled up, and newspaper in hand. What? Didn’t think he’d be PREPARED? Justin walked in, and sat in the very back corner, pulling up the newspaper, and pretending to read it, while secretly peering over the top. HURM... Tony Stark. INTERSTING. He will research him later, to find out any creeper information. It’s important. Justin waited. And waited. And the class started. No Cris. Huh. So, Justin casually put the newspaper beside him, and did as told, creating an account, and leaning back into his chair to think about what to put. And right at that second—OH DEAR. Justin pulled his newspaper up to cover his face, before taking his pencil, and poking two holes in the newspaper, to peer through it. Cris was here. Late, but that wasn’t a huge deal. I mean, it was Cris.


Justin’s eyes narrowed as he watched her, surprised that no one had noticed his TOTALLY UNSUSPICIOUS newspaper, until she finished her own assignment, and looked up. HE SAW THAT. That... That... EYEBROW RAISE. Ohhh, Justin was ready to raise some hell for this teacher. But he’d be partially nice. As long as he kept his shirt on. OH RIGHT. The assignment. Hehe. Justin pulled out the little pen-thing, after putting his newspaper down, attempting to hide his face from Cris’ general direction, before writing. He was... A very ‘colourful’ person.


“I would like to learn how to make stuff... Because that’s useful. I think. UHURM, anyways... I EXPECT you to NEVER take your shirt off in class. OR AROUND CRIS. I MEAN... CERTAIN PEOPLE. BUT IF YOU DO... Watch your back in those dark alleys, alright? Wouldn’t want anything BAD to happen to you. IMEANWHAT?”


He finished, and sent it to the correct email address, before sitting up, and resting his chin on his hand. OH GOSH. Justin forgot he had to hide his face. He pulled his hood up further, trying to be out of site from Cris again, and THEN relaxed. She couldn’t see him, right? I mean... She MAY have recognized the hoodie... Or his creepy ways, but Justin had to hope not. HE WAS ON A MISSION. It was life or death. BAHA, kidding. Not really. OHH, there was a pastry blender on sale in the newspaper! DAMN, Justin needed to make a trip to Wal-Mart.


Yes, Justin was proud of his problems. No need to ask.



Tree’s are only good for providing oxygen and hurting innocent children.
I am not one of those children.
Shut up.

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Words: 597
Muse: Alright
Notes: He's such a creeperrrr ^-^
And, this is also before Justin ent all feral. No idea if this is before or after Cris and Justin were going out, though.

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[Astraea Dike]

Raea walked into the shop class after everybody else, which was rare for her, but let's explain her morning shall we?

Raea woke up late to an alarm clock that wasn't set properly, then Red was taking too long in the shower, then she couldn't find what to wear! She grabbed a purple t-shirt and looked at the back. Chocoholic...When did she buy this? She then remembered her last birthday party with her parents and her aunt's birthday gift. Thanks Auntie CC! She slipped the shirt on over her black bra then threw on her jeans, black Converse, and grabbed her messenger bag, running out of her room and to Shop Class.

Why was she in such a hurry? One, Raea was NEVER late, two, Raea heard that the shop teacher looked like Robert Downey Jr. Now Raea did have a boyfriend and she loved him dearly, but Robert Downey Jr was her celebrity crush, but she'd never dump Pride if she got a chance with him. She tripped on her way there but she managed to catch herself before falling flat on her face, she smiled and sprinted to class. She slid in and nearly fell into her seat, but managed not to and sat down. She looked up at the teacher, who eyed her and he smiled, shrugged off her lateness and went back to his tablet. Raea smiled and looked at the board. Easy enough. She smiled and grabbed the pen and started writing. She chose the blue font because she liked blue and was glad that he liked red but she decided to use blue to be different, hell you don't have to copy the font color exactly!

"I expect to learn how to actually fix my car so I don't have to waste money and I want to learn how to invent things. I work best with my friends, Cris, Ki, Red, Justin, Aqu and I think that's it. I expect you to teach us how to do things and if we get stuck to help us through it, and I expect you to treat us with respect as we will do to you, well, I will. I can't say the same for my friends." She put in her email and sent it to him, smiling. She then looked at Cris, who she was sitting next to, and blushed a bit. She then took out her new book her father got her and started reading it.

Words: 425
Muse: Raea's giving me a posting spree
Comments: Fine
Outfit: here

[Tabrett]

Tabrett thought it was rather hilarious, at first, that Tony had no idea she was there. The purple shown through the amusement in her eyes and she sat silently in the back of the class; not invisible but silent, watching the teacher from behind. He fussed absently with the cars then spoke with Jarvis; who she wasn't sure knew she was there. She had the sneaking feeling that Jarvis was on her side most of the time, so he might've known she was there but not told...

A student walked in, strangely early, and the black blankness in her eyes slid back into place. She stood, slowly pacing the back as Tony--er, Mr. Stark--wrote his name on the board then, after some more students filed in, explained the premise of the introductory class. The students set to work; the task was relatively easy for the students; except for one girl who arrived late and apparently wasn't so fond of technology. Tabrett glided silently by her computer, muttering softly that the internet was in the bottom left corner; e icon, then eyed a boy in a hood, arming himself with a newspaper, in the back. He watched the girl who wasn't so tech-savvy through pencil-dotted holes in the paper; and she estimated that he was some form of creeper, either one she was (unfortunately) dating or one she wasn't. He shifted, as if shocked, and did the assignment hurriedly, sending it off. Tabrett curiously pulled up the introductions that had been submitted on one of Tony's hologram-screens, reading them over and adding notes that only Tony would see on his computer should he read them later, and deciding, reading newspaper-boy's, that this class might not be as boring as she first assumed.

The class began to become restless; one girl reading a book, the boy twitching, that the girl with the black and red hair eyeing Tony appreciatively.

"Jarvis?" Tabrett whispered, in a secluded corner of the room, "If Tony has a headset, would you remind him to move it along? I don't want to have a group of bored teens to deal with." She was almost positive Jarvis could hear her; but if not...

She'd take matters into her own hands.



Comments. OKAY. First, this would be just after the FIRST Tony/Tab thread, so they're not all MRAWRRRRGAHH with each'othahhh. :] TAY. Second, FORGIVE THE FAILNESS. DX

[Tripp]

To say that Tripp was bored would be a huge understatement. The evening started like most others with a shower, getting dressed and heading out of his single dorm room. But tonight he was actually going to class…it was different for him, but he was in his last former and spent enough time skipping class lately. His grades wouldn’t show any indication that he had been absent a lot. His work always got done on time and turned in. The only reason he was attending class was the fact he was bored and it was his favorite class. He had dressed comfortably enough tonight, jeans, t-shirts and a pair of DC sneakers. He tugged a barely used back pack from his closet before he locked his dorm room door behind him and made his way to class.

Weird looks were guaranteed to be directed his way, but it didn’t bother him in the least. The smirk on his lips never faltered, even when he slipped into the back of the class almost late. Nothing like showing up last minute. Smoothly he slid himself into a seat near the back. It wasn’t the correct seat in the seating chart but he could have cared less. His eyes scanned the note having been just written by the professor and cracked his knuckles. Upon taking in the whole message he had to suppress a laugh. This professor was nuts, thinking he was going to become some Iron Man super hero or whatever. Fuck…it didn’t matter as long as Tripp got to do what he liked, and working on cars was one of those things.

His fingers quickly typed out exactly what he meant, no censorship on account of a professor. I would like to learn anything mechanical having to do with cars, trucks, motorcycles and any other shit. Because I work well with my hands. All I expect of you is not to be some fruity fucker that is crazy and shit.

[/color][/I] Tripp addressed it and clicked to send it. Short and to the point. That was good enough for him. He leaned back in his desk for a moment to take in the rest of the class. From the looks of it this class had such a range of students. This made him grin. At least he would have some entertainment if he got too bored. For now…he just relaxed and watched from his seat. Eerily quiet and clam.[/blockquote]

Words: 407
Muse: Awful
Outfit: ~*~ Outfit ~*~
Notes: total suckage.

[Tyrone Ramsey]

Tyrone Ramsey


This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will.
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

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.xXx. [/color]So, Tyrone was heading to another damn class. Why? He didn’t really know. He was bored, and figured it’d be a way to meet some people. Plus, screwing with a teacher was always entertaining, wasn’t it? Ty shrugged the question off mentally, as he walked down the hallways, not bothering to observe the people around him. The hallways were always crowded, but it seemed most people tended to part for an angry-lookin’ 6’4 guy, like Ty. Of course, there was the occasional group of people he had to literally shoulder out of his way, but that was no big. He could deal with the little fuckers who liked to stand in the hallway for no reason like damn hustlers. Hell, he loved pissing them off. Ty smirked to himself, before turning into the class, and walking immediately towards the back.


He pulled out his chair lazily, ignoring the disturbing screech the action caused, and sat down with a sigh. Almost instantly he slouched into the chair, and looked at the board. Well, shit. He actually had to use his brain in this class? That was absolute bull. Tyrone groaned, barely loud enough for others to hear, before making an account on whatever server-site-shit he had to. Then, and only then, did he pause to think, before writing.

“I don’t give a flying fuck.”

Ty responded easily, before sending and reclining against his chair once more. He looked distractedly at the ceiling, before watching as another guy entered, also sitting near the back. Ty raised a brow, sizing the guy up for a second, before shrugging and looking back towards the desk. How the hell’d they get a computer in the desk, anyways? Little bugger musta taken tons of work. Tyrone shrugged it off, before looking around him boredly. Was the class going to start, or what? Tyrone took another glance around, before pausing at seeing the Vampyre assistant behind the computer.

Hot damn.

Immediately both of his eyebrows shot up, Ty’s little smirk unfaltering. Well, hey there. He watched her briefly for a moment, before taking another look around the room. Okay, so this wasn’t going to suck. There were some pretty hot girls in the class, not to mention the assistant. So, Tyrone could definitely deal with this. He tapped the desk a few times distractedly, trying to convince himself he was happy to be here, before pulling out his iPod and discreetly putting in a headphone. Only then did he press play, and relax into the sound that was Eminem. Ty liked how distinct the guy’s voice was, and often found himself relaxing to the music. Not that he really cared, though. Nah, music was just music. No big deal, there. Tyrone sighed, and looked up at the ceiling again. He found himself starting to subconsciously find patterns in the tiles, then smirked at himself when he realised it.

Man, something exciting’s gotta happen.


Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much,
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck!

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Words: 552
Muse: Meh, rushed
Song(s): None, sadly
Notes: I was bored, but rushed. GOTTAGOTOBED.[/blockquote][/size]

[LightningϟStrife]

It seemed that Lightning was actually going to class.

Funny thing, was that it wasn't even a class she needed to go to. But she had heard that Ty was going, and she thought that it'd be a nice surprise.

And of course, he had asked.

But still.

Nice surprise.

So, why was she still rolling about on her bed? Well, amusing story actually.

Lightning had set the alarm clock to go off at least an hour earlier than she usually did, so that she could actually be early for once. But then, the stupid dumb thing hadn't worked. Either that, or she had woken up, threw it at the wall, and went back to sleep. Which would explain why the clock was now in pieces on the floor beside her desk. But seeing as she didn't remember any of this, she decided that the first option was the most believable one. Pfft. Yeah, right.

Hopping out of bed, she flung on some knee-high socks, a mini-skirt, a random shirt, a thin belt and some kick ass boots. Heh. Yeah, she was sorta dressed to impress. Ish. .. Don't judge, kay?

Walking out of the dorms, she trudged along the path that lead to the main building, not bothering to bring a bag. Whatever class it was that she was going to, --yes, she forgot.. -- the teacher could deal just fine. And if he didn't, then she didn't really give a flying fuck. She was only going to see Ty after all.

Speaking of him, what even was he to her? Lightning was pretty sure that he would just be a one night stand. But then they had become friends. And now, i suppose they were fuck buddies. Not that she minded. In fact, she encouraged the idea. A lot. But still, she'd been getting these... feelings lately. You know the kind, the weird mushy, sappy ones. To tell the truth, it disgusted her. At first, she had passed it off as some weird chest pains. Like period pains, but her body fucked up and shoved them higher up her torso. Who knows. She was pretty sure it wasn't because of.. you know. The L-word. Or whatever the fuck those kids say nowadays.

Because, well, when people lo--liked someone, weren't they all, ooohhh, i'm so in love, i'm going to prance around a field, throwing flowers everywhere to express my feelings! Right? And no way in fuck was Lightning going to do that. So yeah, she wasn't in lo-- no. She didn't like Ty in that way. Nope. Grinning, she kept on walking, satisfied with the outcome of her muddled reasoning.

And anyway, she didn't want to fuck up their relationship. Not that they were in a relationship or anything. Their friendship. What they had now. Because just imagine -- emphasis on the word imagine -- that Lightning was in love with Ty, he obviously wouldn't like her back. And that would effectively be the end of their relationship right there.

And to tell the truth, Lightning would rather suffer and be near him, than not be able to be near him at all.

Oh God.

What was this?

What was this.. shit? This fucking sappy shit? Fuck sake, i swear down, Lightning was just one step away from doing the whole, prancing around a field, throwing flowers everywhere to express her feelings business. Fucker. Fucking fuck. Flying fucking fucker fuck. She blamed Raea. Or Cris. Or anyone.

Lightning. Did. Not. Have. Feelings. For. Ty.

End of.

Except.. she did.. Didn't she? Pah! NO. No, was the answer to that.

Growling, she fidgeted with her hair, confused at everything and everyone. Forcing her mind to shut up, she reached the classroom door, -- not that she really knew if it was. She had to peer in to check if Ty was in there -- and opened it, stepping in just in time to see Ty check out some vamp chick.

Great. Lovely. Fucking man-slut of a dick.

To her surprise, jealousy swarmed her mind, and before she knew it, she had stormed over to where he was sat, now currently examining the fucking ceiling for fuck sake, and smacked him over the head. Hard.

Oh shit.

After a second pause, Lightning smirked, and sat down next to him, trying to act cool. "'Sup." She said, her tone more icy than necessary. Sighing, she looked at the board and started to type out a message, making sure that Ty couldn't see the screen. Her mind went blank, and her fingers typed on their own accord, her eyes too busy looking over the rest of the class. To her surprise, there were quite a few people she knew in here. When she looked back at her screen, she did a double take. Fuck! What was this shit?! Hastily, she pressed backspace and began to delete her sentence, stopping after she deleted the word, 'love'. For a moment, she sighed. Stealing a glance at Ty, she rolled her eyes, then started to type.

"Fucking fuckering fuck.

I think i love him."

She pressed send.

[Tony Stark]

Tony looked up from his tablet and saw the students working on his first assignment, good. He looked to the back and saw Tabrett giving him a look that said 'get the class moving'. Soon a message on his tablet appeared, from Jarvis.

"Sir it appears we need to get the class started." Tony chuckled a bit and saved his file, putting it on his desk. He stood up and cleared his throat, after that didn't work he turned to the board and erased what he wrote, then cleared his throat again and pulled up a holographic air horn. He quickly took it and pressed the button on the top.

EEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH

Tony looked each student in the eye before speaking. "Welcome to class, anybody who came in late will not be penalized, today. I want you guys to get as much done in the time allowed for this class so no walking in late. If you walk in late three times you get a detention, every third time after that you're going to see your mentor, the twelfth time you're late...well let's not get to the twelfth time." He smiled and motioned to the back of the room where his assistant was. "In the back of the room is my lovely assistant Miss Tabrett, she's smarter than all of you when it comes to this stuff so be nice, and I see a few of your faces, she's off limits. She's also in charge when I'm not around, so stay on her good side. Right Miss Tabrett?" He smirked at her then pressed a few buttons on the desk, pulling up the assignments on the white board.

He looked them over and smiled, "Now, depending on what class you're in you'll be learning different things. My beginners class teaches you the basics, I'm assuming most of you know what the tools names are and how to use them, if not you better ask either me or Tab in the back there for a cheat sheet. We'll talk more on what we'll be working on in that class. Metals and Mechanics will be going over more advanced machinery as well as learning about the new technologies going on in today's world and right here in my shop. Making Things Tick will start building toy cars that'll go to the local orphanage and Advanced Shop will be working on whatever they damn well please. Jarvis?"

A quick beep was heard and a human -yet electronic- voice filled the room. "For your classes Mr. Stark wants you in groups, he does not care who you chose for a group but if nothing gets done he will switch your groups."[/size][/font] Their desk computers turned off and side tables in the room lit up. "Please form your groups, no more than 7 in a group and no less than 4. Makes sure the members are from your class period, no beginners pairing with advanced students. You have ten minutes to find your groups, type your names in, and send them to Mr. Stark or Miss Tabrett."[/size][/font]

Tony walked to the back of the room while his students were getting into groups, his tablet in his hand. He stood next to Tab and pulled up the Iron Man suit, one of the boots up on the screen. He held the tablet out to her and smiled. "Wanna take a look? Or do you have anything else to add to the class?" He was smirking, trying to see if she was mad at him for taking so long to get the class started.

Words: 660? Bit higher
Comments: Blah, haven't had muse for him in a while, sorry! And he's talking to all the classes because I assume I have fledglings from all the classes in this?
Muse: He's awake, kinda