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Daniel Carter
Thirty-Five
Male
History Teacher
Tagged: History Class

Daniel Carter walked into his classroom expecting to start off class like he usually would. Instead, he found a group of students looking like they were about to go at it. He knew he’d have to step in, and fast. “Hey hey hey, what’s going on here?” He asked, giving the students a stern look to let them know he was serious.

[kino]

❨ 𝐋 𝐎 𝐆 𝐀 𝐍 :: 𝐁 𝐄 𝐂 𝐊 ❩ ───────────
▪ ﹙age: 17﹚
▪ ﹙grade: junior﹚
▪ ﹙group: jocks﹚
▪ ﹙location: history classroom﹚
▪ ﹙tagged: Travis, Miles, Mr. Carter﹚

Releasing a sharp hiss of surprise when he'd suddenly feel heavy pain form across his profile, he'd stumble back slightly when he was shoved. Immediately lunging forward in response, he would aim to slam the smaller male back against the table that he was once seated at, directing a hard hit across his face in return. "You stupid little.." he'd growl, voice covered in irritation, seeking to continue delivering the blows up until he'd catch sound of an adult's voice, immediately pushing against the sophomore with his hands and backing off. He was oblivious to whoever had managed to try and cease him up until the teacher would interfere, having only been fixated on causing damage to Miles.
"He started it; no one should have anything on me. He asked for it." He would snap, eyes fixated solely on the individual he had just gotten into a brief scuffle with, licking his lower lip tentatively. Brushing his hands against his jacket, he'd shake his head, eventually breaking his glimpse off to look at Mr. Carter. "I don't know whose stupid idea it was to let me share a class with that," he'd snap, indicating toward Travis, "but whatever. Don't be surprised if I bite at them again for being moronic." Logan would growl in exasperation, backing off entirely to return to his seat.
Resting his elbows on the table, he'd press the top of his skull into his hands, gaze lowered for the time being. He wasn't interested in meeting anyone's glance, especially those he shared the spot with. Noticing that Kinsey had departed, he'd clench his jaw, exhaling sharply. "Dammit.." the jock would breathe, eventually lifting his attention toward the door, presuming that's where the cheerleader had departed to.
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▪ ﹙age: 16﹚
▪ ﹙grade: sophomore﹚
▪ ﹙group: standards﹚
▪ ﹙location: history classroom﹚
▪ ﹙tagged: Travis, Logan﹚

Taken aback by the jock's ability to react violently so quickly, he would emit a soft hiss of agony when the various hits would be made to his face, only to murmur in meek surprise when the teacher-who had been late-would break the quarrel up. Grunting upon being shoved, he'd take a few defensive steps back and away from the table, bringing a hand up to feel unsurely at his bruised face. "Screw you.." Miles would mutter distastefully, turning his attention away from any of the bystanders. He'd only involved himself in the confrontation for Travis; the gathered individuals were disregarded in his eyes entirely, mostly to avoid any sort of embarrassment from the incident.
Turning back to the junior he had originally been with, he would aim to push his chair back again, seating himself down. "I'm sorry." He'd murmur apologetically to his friend, biting his tongue in lingering tension. "He didn't need to act like that.. not to you. I don't care what happened between you two. I did it then, and I'll gladly do it again." He would mumble honestly, brows furrowing in an ongoing conflicted manner. Flashing an agitated glance over toward Logan, however, he'd sneer, allowing a foot to tap on the floor in an unsettled manner.
Gaze eventually raising up toward Travis, he would remove his palm from his face, resting his arms idly on the table's surface. "He hits hard.." he'd then add, clearing his throat softly. "I guess I sorta underestimated it all, but.. I'm sure no one's ever really stood up to one of them, so.." he would mumble, rolling his eyes. "I wasn't going to let him do that to me, or you, for that matter.."

[ᴄʀʏ ʙᴀʙʏ]

Daniel Carter
Thirty-Five
Male
History Teacher
Tagged: History Class

Daniel narrowed his eyes. “I don’t care who started it. I won’t have you fighting it out in my classroom. We aren’t Neanderthals.” He replied. “Now, I consider myself to be a relatively laid back guy. However, I won’t tolerate disrespect from my students, towards myself or their peers. Logan, stand up and apologize to your classmates.” The usually relaxed, upbeat teacher looked completely serious.

[Koivae]

Zaki Lawrence | 16 | Male| Homosexual| Location;; Hallway | Tagged ;; Ronny

Zaki nodded as he spoke "Nice .." he said softly before awkwardly realizing he had asked about his day . "Oh um my day right , well its been better.." he spoke trailing off into a mummer not fluent enough for anyone to understand . He shifted his bag so that it hung on his right shoulder and with his right hand grasping the strap and the left holding a folder. It was before to long he had walked up to the door "Thanks again , I really am glad I ran into you and not some other teacher" he reassured him self with a rather nervous chuckle . He couldn't imagine what it would have been like if he were caught by a less laid back teacher , his first guess was Detention. He placed one hand on the doorknob leaning slightly on it gaining what it seemed like courage to actually walk inside "Third Time the charm" he spoke trying to lighten the mood .

Carsyn Smith | 17 | Male/ Heterosexual| Location ;; History Class | Tagged ;; Mentions Liam , but speaking to Andrea

Carsyns internal ainexty about liam thinking he was a weirdo floated away as he to waved back. Nodding his head back in confirmation that they where cool he turned back around . Resituating himself in his seat he placed his hands together and began twiddling his thumbs . Everyone seemed to be chit chatting and obviouly beeing carysn the weirdo nerd guy nobody cared to speak with him , so he decided why not attempt to start a conversation . Gazing apon the room he didnt even notice but that a girl his age well known as andrea was scrolling through her social's next to him . Carysn himself didnt have and socail media except his gamming apps like discord and twitch , but he knew the majority of the time the popular girls socails consisted of the gossip and what was happening in school . "Hey exscues me" he whispered to her "Im Carysn not that you would know that or anything pretty girls- I mean girls like you dont pay attention to scrawny dudes like me-" he stopped and looked away in panic trying to find a way out . Truly he didnt mean to come off as creepy as he had sounded . "I just wanted to know if you know of any cool classes that are happening this year..?" he spoke slowly . Really he had no reason to speak to her , just the fact he wanted someone to talk to .

[serafim]

|Kinsey Clearwater|Junior|17|Cheerleader|Location; Hallway-History Classroom| Tags; Mr. Carter, Logan|

She didn't know where she was wandering off to, she just wanted to get a good distance away from that classroom. The now empty hallways gave her time to think on her own, decide how she was going to deal with everything once returning to the classroom. How she was going to deal with Logan, that is. Kinsey eventually stood still in the middle of the empty hallway, swallowing as tears threatened to flood out. Not now, crying in frustration wasn't going to solve the issue. She couldn't be so sensitive, it was out of her control at that point. "You're a fool, Kinsey," she muttered to herself as she wiped at her eyes, not caring that she would smudge the mascara she wore, "A lovesick fool...and you're gonna choose wrong."
Her eyes glanced out at the field through the window, the sight of the blue sky calming her down and giving her a way to shift the attention. She wandered off to the nearest bathroom and checked her face, nose flushed pink from the near anxious breakdown in the middle of the hallway, but her mascara wasn't smeared. No sign of her frustration.
She made her way back to the history classroom, opening the door and briskly walking towards the table, avoiding eye contact with whoever would stare as she sat down in her seat. Her knee began bouncing nervously as she slid her backpack off her shoulder and onto the ground, eventually looking at Mr. Carter who showed up but a little too late.

|Lilian Boyer|Senior|18|Musician|Location; History Class|Tags; Cecil|

All Lilian did was walk back to her seat. She wasn't going to watch the poor kid get the snot kicked out of him, and she couldn't stop Logan if she tried. A sigh of relief did escape her lips as she heard the familiar voice of Mr. Carter bellowing in the now hushed classroom, "Good grief, he couldn't come any sooner?" she'd whisper to herself as she sat back down in her seat, waiting for Cecil to join her. She kept her eyes forward, eager on the tension in the classroom blowing off and away in the wind. A fight on the first day of school, this was definitely a familiar start at Silver Oaks High School, and she was glad to be leaving it soon.

[serafim]

|Kinsey Clearwater|Junior|17|Cheerleader|Location; Hallway-History Classroom| Tags; Mr. Carter, Logan|

She didn't know where she was wandering off to, she just wanted to get a good distance away from that classroom. The now empty hallways gave her time to think on her own, decide how she was going to deal with everything once returning to the classroom. How she was going to deal with Logan, that is. Kinsey eventually stood still in the middle of the empty hallway, swallowing as tears threatened to flood out. Not now, crying in frustration wasn't going to solve the issue. She couldn't be so sensitive, it was out of her control at that point. "You're a fool, Kinsey," she muttered to herself as she wiped at her eyes, not caring that she would smudge the mascara she wore, "A lovesick fool...and you're gonna choose wrong."
Her eyes glanced out at the field through the window, the sight of the blue sky calming her down and giving her a way to shift the attention. She wandered off to the nearest bathroom and checked her face, nose flushed pink from the near anxious breakdown in the middle of the hallway, but her mascara wasn't smeared. No sign of her frustration.
She made her way back to the history classroom, opening the door and briskly walking towards the table, avoiding eye contact with whoever would stare as she sat down in her seat. Her knee began bouncing nervously as she slid her backpack off her shoulder and onto the ground, eventually looking at Mr. Carter who showed up but a little too late.

|Lilian Boyer|Senior|18|Musician|Location; History Class|Tags; Cecil|

Lilian perked up at Cecil's words, a smile creeping on her lips before erupting in bouts of giggling, cheeks flaring up in a bright pink of embarrassment and fluster. "I-I'm sorry," she spoke through the giggling, eyes finding their way to his as she attempted to calm herself down. She didn't want to seem rude laughing at his words, she meant good. "You found it hot?" Lilian asked, the smile still evident on her face as she hugged him momentarily, "You are just about the cutest thing," she cooed before letting go, shifting back in her seat and resting in her chair comfortably. She hasn't heard anyone reference her in such a manner before, she found it endearing especially coming from Cecil. "Thank you though, I wouldn't consider myself a boss of sorts, just protective of others who don't necessarily deserve such things."

[Consulting_Angel]

Elliot Johnstone
18|Male|Homosexual
Jock|Senior
Location: History.
Tagged: Logan, Kinsey,
Loren, Skylar.

Admittedly, Elliot didn't really hear or listen to what Loren or Skylar said, because one of the other guys had started talking - in an insulting tone - to Logan. It started to sound like that the other two had started to generalise the jocks, and his usually cheery expression fell. Slightly upset, he glanced towards Kinsey before she left, and mouthed an I'm sorry' towards her - but whether or not she saw it, he wasn't sure. He did, however, stand up and try to bring up a defence, by saying "Hey-" though he was cut off when Logan punched the other kid - a Sophomore, he assumed, from the conversation.
He sat back down just as Mr. Carter walked into the room, and he glanced down at his desk.

Ezra Price
17|Male|Bisexual
Artist|Junior
Location: History.
Tagged: Valentina,
Others Mentioned.

Ezra nodded slightly, in agreement. "Yeah... I hope so." He said, then his attention was drawn away from the conversation by the heated argument that was happening between one of the jocks - Logan, he thought - and another student, Miles. He frowned slightly, and murmured, "What is happening..?" because as far as he knew, there hadn't been a provoking factor into the argument - he was sure that it would have been made clear. While a few other students had gotten themselves involved as well, Ezra decided to stay out of it and not speak up. It wasn't something he wanted to risk being dragged into.
Fortunately, Mr. Carter had just arrived, and Ezra breathed out a sigh of relief. Sure, the teacher was late, but at least he was here before the growing fight could have escalated into something worse.

[ghast.]

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gender male │ age seventeen (junior) │ role class clown │ tags miles, logan
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xxxxxtravis lowered his head, knowing himself and logan both knew that he
wouldn't join the fight. as much as he could yell at him for being rude, or
telling him to talk it out, logan would always have the advantage. all he
could do at the moment was watch miles get ruthlessly beaten as he st
ared in horror.

his attention stayed fixated on miles, raising an eyebrow slightly in worry.
he exhaled, sitting adjacent to him and leaning forwards. tentatively, he
brought a hand to the sophomore's face, letting it rest on his cheek as h
e softly rubbed a slowly forming bruise with his thumb. "it's okay," he mu
rmured, sighing. "i just don't want you to get caught up in all of this g
arbage, because it's not your fault. you'll just end up getting hurt and
it won't even be worth it. and i mean, as irrational as he was you shoul
dn't have tried to fight him in the first place. but i do appreciate it."

"well no duh, you're like a twig compared to him," travis smirked, in attempt
to lighten the mood. "again, i really do appreciate it. but i don't want you
to be dragged into my petty fights." he removed his hand from the other
male's face, smiling warmly.

[kino]

❨ 𝐋 𝐎 𝐆 𝐀 𝐍 :: 𝐁 𝐄 𝐂 𝐊 ❩ ───────────
▪ ﹙age: 17﹚
▪ ﹙grade: junior﹚
▪ ﹙group: jocks﹚
▪ ﹙location: history classroom﹚
▪ ﹙tagged: Kinsey, Mr. Carter﹚

Eyes following Kinsey when she'd reenter the classroom, he would awkwardly avert his glance when she would sit in her original spot, realizing that she wasn't interested in meeting his glimpse. Unsure if she wanted to interact or not, he'd frown, shaking his head. "Kinsey, I-.." he'd trail off, shaking his head. "I'm really sorry. I'd tell you about it, but I just can't. Not right now.." Logan would breathe honestly, gaze snapping toward the teacher when he'd demand an apology. Apologizing was the about last thing on his mind, especially to someone who threw the first hit.
"Sorry, Mr. Carter, but are you serious right now?" He'd growl, recurring hostility entering his voice as he'd gaze over at Miles and Travis yet again, a snide look crossing his features. "I'm not saying sorry to him. Not after what he did. You can't expect me to not hit back.." he would hiss, directing the retort substantially to the sophomore. Observing the small conversation between the two from where he was seated, he'd roll his eyes, attention eventually fixing back on the instructor. "I'll apologize to you, but not to him." The junior would hum stubbornly, leaning back in his seat. He didn't feel entitled whatsoever to be sincere to the other male, even if Mr. Carter were pushing him to do so.
Glance moving to the cheerleader after, he'd emit a soft sigh, narrowing his eyes. "I hope you understand.." he'd mutter more firmly, clenching his jaw in lingering irritation.
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▪ ﹙age: 16﹚
▪ ﹙grade: sophomore﹚
▪ ﹙group: standards﹚
▪ ﹙location: history classroom﹚
▪ ﹙tagged: Travis, Logan﹚

Lips quivering into a soft smirk when he'd feel the gentle contact being made to his wounded profile, he'd briefly relax his gaze shut, releasing a soft sigh of discontentment. Being slightly reassured however by the junior's words, he would reopen his glance, studying his features steadily. "Right.. I mean, I'll certainly try to not, but.. when he got all up in my face like that, I really wanted to hit him." He'd chuckle breathily, clenching his jaw in mild annoyance when he'd hear him conversing with the teacher, making a few remarks about himself on how he was unable to apologize. "Shut up.. he's not that big.." Miles would whimper playfully, leaning back when the contact was removed from his face.
"Mr. Carter," he'd then speak up, eyes refusing to meet Logan's by this point, "I did start it, and I'll take full credibility for it. " He would state, turning slightly in order to try and train his focus only momentarily on the jock he had gotten caught up in. "Sorry, Logan." He'd apologize, though his voice would be tainted in mostly mockery; he was mostly apologizing to anyone who had to witness the altercation, along with the instructor. Nodding in Mr. Carter's direction, he'd hope he would dismiss the whole thing, looking back to Travis afterward.
"I hate that guy so much, okay?" The sophomore would meekly cackle regarding the male he had fought with, stretching back a bit. "Sorry, but no promises." He'd then add, quirking a brow somewhat perkily.

[serafim]

|Kinsey Clearwater|Junior|17|Cheerleader|Location; Hallway-History Classroom| Tags; Logan|

She squeezed her eyes close as she heard Logan begin speaking, then arguing with the teacher over apologizing as she bit the inside of her cheek rather rough, the source being irritation. "Just behave please," she'd beg rather quietly, hesitantly grabbing his hand and lacing her fingers with his. "You could at least do that for me right now," Kinsey glanced at him as she gently gave his hand a soft squeeze, mostly just trying to get him to relax at this point so his anger wouldn't flare up again. "I'm not expecting to understand why you-" her voice trailed off as she looked over at the kid he was arguing with previously, noticing the bruises on his face. "Why you would do that," she whispered, her voice faltering as a feeling of guilt washed over her. She turned from him and refocused back on Logan, her thumb tracing the outline of his finger before continuing, "But i'm expecting a very good reasoning behind it sometime, Logan...now behave, focus on something else."

|Lilian Boyer|Senior|18|Musician|Location; History Class|Tags; Cecil|

Lilian perked up at Cecil's words, a smile creeping on her lips before erupting in bouts of giggling, cheeks flaring up in a bright pink of embarrassment and fluster. "I-I'm sorry," she spoke through the giggling, eyes finding their way to his as she attempted to calm herself down. She didn't want to seem rude laughing at his words, she meant good. "You found it hot?" Lilian asked, the smile still evident on her face as she hugged him momentarily, "You are just about the cutest thing," she cooed before letting go, shifting back in her seat and resting in her chair comfortably. She hasn't heard anyone reference her in such a manner before, she found it endearing especially coming from Cecil. "Thank you though, I wouldn't consider myself a boss of sorts, just protective of others who don't necessarily deserve such things."