1/to get the seeds into the cold ground

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[Souji only thinks to check his watch when it's fifteen minutes past curfew. He thinks that they ought to have made an announcement, but he vaguely remembers one, somewhere between the chapter on income distribution and the chapter on the exchange rate. Still, first impressions are important, and being caught out after curfew would be bad for his reputation, especially among the staff and older students; he quickly shut his book, frowning at the loud clap echoing in such a quiet library. Without catching the attention of the librarian, he shoves his textbooks and notebooks into his schoolbag and hurries out of the library.

The problem, now, is that he hasn't familiarized him with the layout of the Garden yet. Were the dorms towards the right or the left? He looks around for a moment before heading to the left, walking with quick steps and turning his head at the building's noises - it's more unnerving now that the building's deserted, reminding him of the places he had gone inside the TV World, and so he walks as quickly as he can without breaking out into a run. It's best to make haste anyway, right?]

Commander - lunch time!

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{{ooc; This is set for Wednesday at lunch time (around the beginning of it) so everyone can get the chance to, you know, butterbug him.}}

[ Squall's not thinking about the time as he leaves his office and takes the elevator down to the main level. He's running mainly on auto-pilot, a hand absently passing over his stomach as it grumbles loudly. He takes his time as he makes his way for the cafeteria, and ignores most of the looks thrown his way.

That's what he gets for skipping breakfast. Good thing it's Wednesday. It means there's more choices than just HOT DOGS. ]

(...I knew another hour of paperwork wouldn't have killed me.)

[ Yeah - there's a line up. And it's not a small one. ]

SEIFER 002.

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DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE MEETING: LOBBY, 2230

[ Those were the big words that flashed on the announcement boards around the Garden. Seifer wasn't a fan of change - nobody truly is, people are comfortable with who they are even if they have the chance to change for the better. The influx of candidates for the Disciplinary Committee didn't suit well with him. Fujin and Raijin he could trust, but he didn't know if these new members were trying to modify how things were ran (which consisted on Seifer dictating the rules but never serving neither as an example nor as an impartial member). The Disciplinary Committee should be known by their leader and the way he dealt with things: his way or no way. It wasn't a question of order. It was a question of becoming the hero.

And so, at thirty past ten in the evening, Seifer would be there. Late, of course. As always, the rules did not apply to him.

He certainly wasn't in a mood to become disappointed with the new members. ]

second post

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this is going to sound so dumb, but could anyone let me borrow a GIRL'S UNIFORM? size SMALL.

i had an accident when i was trying to wash mine! it was an honest mistake, i DO know how to work washing machines, i'm not an idiot. please don't laugh.

- rise

SHENANIGANS 003 ( look, WR's first punishment tour. who's surprised. )

[bloodinked.livejournal.com]

[ And more importantly, who won the betting pool?

After the debacle involving personal ads, a faculty member, and Yuri punching out said faculty member, Reno and Yuri were dragged up to see the Headmaster. Now they're on their punishment tour, which, frankly, Reno is a little disappointed with.

Not that he's about to complain, but this place doesn't look like it knows how to keep its cadets in line at all.

Anyone who wants to hop in, Yuri and Reno can be found puttering around the Garden. Loudly. Mostly Reno. ]

--And here I was worried that something bad was actually gonna happen. [ We join our fantastic duo as Reno's in the middle of half griping, half, gushing at Yuri. Yeah, he does that. ] You know what'd be happening to me right now if I'd decked a superior officer back home?

...Nah, you don't wanna know. But the point is, that was fuckin' sweet, Yuri! I didn't think you'd slug the guy!

Did it feel good? Tell me it felt good! [ Yuri, watch out. Reno's arms are searching for your shoulders again. ]

It's only mouth-to-mouth with dummy, okay.

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[First Aid class was still undergoing review of the basics, and though watching the instructor try to perform CPR on a dummy is, in its own right, amusing, there is only so much of seeing the same illustrations over and over a kid can avidly pay attention to. In fact, Hope's eyes are half-way to closing, head cradled in one hand.

It might be good to wake him before his forehead collides with the table, considering it's teetering on his palm as it is.]

{ooc; Here you go, Larsa. : ) Anyone else who has First Aid class on MWF 11:00, feel free to use this post too!}

o1; [ i swear to god i didn't do it ]

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Soooo what kind of idiot teaches Aerobic Fitness if he's got the agility of a drunken cat?

[ Yuffie's standing awkwardly with a pile of metal and bolts in her hands, flipping them over and over in her hands as if by doing so, she could magically paste them back in place. ]

And really, it wasn't my fault if the balance beams aren't strong enough to carry anything heavier than a toothpick--I mean, for such a snazzy place you think they'd have some equipment worth roughing around. Where's all the moolah going to? And I'm definitely not fat so that's not even part of the equation, in fact, I'm lean! A lean, mean, fighting machine.

[ she sighs irritably, tempted to throw the broken bits of equipment to the ground. ]

Urgh...

...so anyone got any suggestions on how to fix this thing before I get in trouble? Cos, you know, like I said. It wasn't even my fault. Ehheh.