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[Vanyel Tieran Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] in the end in the end as you fade into the night who will tell the story of your life in the end as my souls laid to rest what is left of my body or am i just a shell i have fought and with flesh and blood i commanded an army through it all i have given my heart for a moment of glory OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: jaysin | WORDS: 530 vanyel sat in the back of the classroom as was usual for him. he didn't speak during class, even when called on, and he didn't talk to anyone around him. he sat quietly, dutifully taking notes in his notebook and on occasion, drawing small pictures in the margins of his notes. he glanced up as the teacher stood up, announcing that there would be a year-long project for the class that they were to do in pairs. great, group work, just what vanyel loved the absolute most. well, next to unicorns and glitter, that is. the teacher went on talking, stating that they would be paired off with one person who was already pre-determined by, of course, the teacher. vanyel turned his attention back down towards the paper on his desk as the teacher began to list off who would be partnered together. when he heard his name announced, he didn't even really bother to look up, did it matter? really? he'd probably end up doing all the work anyway. it was how he preferred things. perhaps the other student would just let him do the work and deal with it. he did look up, however, when he heard the name of his partner. he didn't recognize the name, though the teacher seemed to be determined to help him out and point at both himself and his new partner. vanyel resigned himself, getting to his feet and closing his notebook. he grabbed his bag and moved to the desk beside of his newfound 'partner'. his face was completely expressionless, not telling a thing about what he was feeling on the inside or if he even had any opinion at all on the entire matter. once he was seated, he opened his notebook back up and proceeded to finish the small drawing in the margin of the paper in front of him. "i'll make you a deal, moore," vanyel stated softly, his voice held in a steady monotone. "i don't do well in group work, so if you just keep it to yourself, i'll do the work and you can just stand there during the presentation and look pretty. i'll give you a script of what to say on a stack of notecards. you don't have to do anything, just show up on presentation day." vanyel had never had someone turn down his offer before, and he damn well didn't expect this boy to either. he hadn't even bothered to look at his new partner, to intent was he on his notebook in front of him. of course, for all vanyel knew, the boy next to him could be similar to himself and want to do all the work. if that were the case, he'd simply just devide the topic into sections and they would each do half and then present on their half of the project. he'd done that before as well, but either way, he tended to win out in not having to work very closely with the other student, no matter who they were or what school he attended. he usually got his way, which was the way that he liked it. DATE: august 4 - 1:00 PM NOTES: shitty word count, sorry

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[Jaysin Bryan Moore]

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& you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal

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Jaysin would rather be anywhere but class at that moment. He did not want to be there, and he definitely did not want to listen to whatever it was the teacher was going on about. Something about group projects. Great. Jaysin never liked group projects, unless he could partner with his brother. He never trusted anyone else to do a good enough job to let them do much of the work. It just was not happening. Sin may not have been super smart or anything, but he did not like having bad grades. It reflected poorly upon himself. Sin sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing up the strands before listening for his name to be called. He scowled and looked over to the person the teacher was directing his attention to. A skinny little nobody. Great. Jaysin rolled his eyes as he slouched down in his seat while the other boy gathered his things and cross the room. Could things be any worse? "i don't do well in group work, so if you just keep it to yourself, i'll do the work and you can just stand there during the presentation and look pretty." Jaysin's brow rose at the other boy's words, and he sat up a little straighter, resting his arms on his desk so that he could lean over a little closer to the boy. "Do you really think I would just let you do the work? I don't know you." It had a lot to do with things. Maybe if they had been partnered up before, Sin would have been more apt to trust the teen. "We'll do the project together, or I'll do it myself. Fuck if I know if you'll fuck your part up; but, I'm not having you mess up my grade." Jaysin did not care if the kid decided to give the entire project to him. That would be fine. Of course, then he would take all the credit because like hell would he give some little shit a grade he earned by himself; but, he was not going to trust someone else alone with something that would affect his grade. "So, we either do this project together, and you don't whine about it, or I'll do it myself. Got it?" It bothered Jaysin a little that he could not really see the guy's face, his partner was too intently looking at his notebook. Sin could not even remember the boy's name, but he did not think that really mattered at all. They were not friends; they were not going to be friends. So, what did it matter? The other teen was just another face in the crowd that meant nothing to Jaysin.

Everything's wrong every time. Pushing on I can't escape.
Everything that comes my way Is haunting me, taking its sweet time

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[Vanyel Tieran Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] in the end in the end as you fade into the night who will tell the story of your life in the end as my souls laid to rest what is left of my body or am i just a shell i have fought and with flesh and blood i commanded an army through it all i have given my heart for a moment of glory OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: jaysin | WORDS: 428 vanyel was paying little to no attention to the other male by the time the boy named jaysin decided to speak. though even as he began to speak, vanyel kept his attention down on his notebook. of course, after he'd spoken, vanyel's pencil had paused on the notebook and he finally looked up at the other male, an unreadable expression covering his features. the male wanted to do his own part, which vanyel supposed he could allow the other to do. away from him, though then the other mentioned him doing it all himself. "that will not be necessary," vanyel replied easily. "forgive me, i'm far more used to people just wanting me to do the work to begin with." which usually he had no issue with. anything to keep him from having to sit at those crowded library tables huddling over books with three other people. maybe two-on-two wouldn't be quite so bad. "very well then, i suppose since neither of us are willing to let the other do the whole thing on his own, we will have to work together. what times are good for you in the afternoons?" of course, maybe they could just split the project into halves and then put it together for the presentation. "any time after three is decent for me," he added absently. he turned his attention back towards the papers the teacher was handing out over topics that they could do their project on. most of them were takes on books they were meant to read for the class, though there were a few options to go a little more free lance. "alright now, class. listen up. now that you all have your sheets, i want each group to take the time to go over each project and choose one to do. if you don't like what's listed, i may add something if you ask, so don't be shy. take the next ten minutes to do that." vanyel looked over the list before looking back to his 'partner'. "any of these leaping out at you that you're just dying to do?" he asked softly. he honestly didn't care one way or the other about any of them, so if the other male had any preferances, then they could do that. if the other wanted to do something different, then they could... it couldn't be to difficult to find something to do a project on in the civil war era. DATE: august 4 - 1:00 PM NOTES: god that word count is awful. -_-

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[Jaysin Bryan Moore]

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& you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal

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Jaysin's brow lifted again as he listened to his partner talk. Did the guy always sound that formal? It almost sounded robotic and ground on Sin's nerves. He clenched his fist a little, but otherwise let it go. "And I bet most of those dumbasses didn't give a flying fuck about their grade," replied Jaysin. Honestly, the only reason he cared about his grade was for appearances. Like he would give anyone any reason to look upon him negatively. No, he had to be better. The best. That was why he spent a lot of time in the gym, prepping for basketball and lifting weights. He had to be the best because anything less was unacceptable. Jaysin straightened up at his desk, no longer leaning across it, only to sink down in his chair as the other teen started talking about when they could get together to work on it. He had basketball right after school, even though the season did not start until the spring. They still practiced; either as a team, or just a bunch of them wanting to practice. It did nobody any good to just sit around being lazy asses during the off season. That was how players lost their positions on the team. Jaysin did not do well in team sports in general, but he enjoyed basketball. It was something he and his twin had in common. "Basketball practice after school until five most days. Library closes at six. Would be easier to just work in one of our dorms or the annex." Sin did not particularly like the idea of someone else being in his dorm room (he did not even particularly like his roommate, but Jaysin did not really like anyone so that was no surprise); but, he did not like working in the annex, either. It was too big and often noisy. It did not make for a good work location. Sin was not sure what he thought about going to the other boy's dorm. He typically tried to never be alone in someone else's dorm with them, especially a boy. It ran too much of a risk of unwelcome rumors. As far as the world knew, Sin was straighter than an arrow; and, he planned to keep it that way.

Sin rolled his eyes when the teacher began talking again. Did they seriously just not know when to shut up? It would have been easier if they just handed out an outline of the project's requirements and shut the hell up. Then Jaysin would not have to deal with listening to their voice. He rubbed his temple and sighed heavily when the other kid asked him about preference for which one they would do. "I don't care. The third one?" Honestly, Sin did not care which one they chose as long as it was done, and it was done well. That was the important part. Jaysin sighed and ran a hand through his hair with a frown as he looked back over to the other teen. "What was your name again?" He figured he may as well ask. They were going to be working together and despite how little he cared, it would not look good on him if he just called the guy "asshole" or "dumbass" all the time. It was his go-to words for when he did not know someone's name. It got straight to the point and brought across how little he cared about them. Many people knew, though, that Sin just did not care about anyone; save a few select members of his family.

Everything's wrong every time. Pushing on I can't escape.
Everything that comes my way Is haunting me, taking its sweet time

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[Vanyel Tieran Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] in the end in the end as you fade into the night who will tell the story of your life in the end as my souls laid to rest what is left of my body or am i just a shell i have fought and with flesh and blood i commanded an army through it all i have given my heart for a moment of glory OUTFIT: clicky | TAGGED: jaysin | WORDS: 553 vanyel looked up at the other male as he stated that he bet most of the dumbasses that vanyel had previously been partnered with probably hadn't given a shit about what grade they got. he shrugged slightly at the thought. "i do not know what they thought of their grades, but then again, it was rather known at my previous school that i did not make lower than an a." and it was not about to change here. mostly because he devoted most of his time to his studies. what else had he to do with his time, after all? it just made sense to devote his time to something, and hobbies just seemed so trivial. when the male straightened up and then sank back, vanyel turned his attention back to the paper in front of him, not paying much attention to the other's inner musings until he spoke again about basketball practice until five. he knew that the library closed at six, so that would be a little difficult without going to the dorm rooms. "i do not like the annex." to many people, and he was not about to change his social habits just for the sake of this male. "so my dorm room or yours, i suppose. have you a preferance?" of course, if luke were in the dorm room, then they'd be hard pressed to get anything done. luke could be just as distracting as anyone, especially if he was horny. which was usually all the time. vanyel spared another glance to the male across from him. he was attractive. luke would definitely hit on him. "a fair warning, if my roommate is around, he'll most likely hit on you. he's here for sex addiction and isn't shy about propositioning anyone. so if he's in the room, it might be better to do it in your dorm room or else kick him out." which he supposed he could do, but it seemed quite rude to kick someone out of their own room. but then he'd heard vague mention of other rooms that were unused. "we might could ask a member of the staff if we could use one of the classrooms after hours, or perhaps find some other unused area of the school to work in." he didn't particularly fancy having to fend off luke's advances while he was working on a project with someone. when the other mentioned that he didn't care which topic they took, he looked down at the page at the third one, which was indicated by sin. "alright, so, all the projects involve a written report, but the third option is a written report on a figure of importance during the war. we have to turn in a written report and present a speech on it while using some sort of visual aid. model, powerpoint, or something else..." he stated, looking up at the other male. "do you have a preferance for a figure of importance? lee? lincoln? grant?" he flipped the page on his notebook over then so that he had a fresh paper to begin listing off important people. "could do stonewall jackson. he was an interesting fellow." DATE: august 4 - 1:00 PM NOTES: god that word count is awful. -_-

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[Jaysin Bryan Moore]

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& you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal

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outfit is here. ick. sorry about the bad word count.

It seemed that his partner did always speak that way. It was annoying as much as it was weird. Did the kid realize that normal people never spoke that way. Then again, expecting normality out of someone stuck in St. Helena's was rather foolish. Nobody in that place was normal. Jaysin sighed and ran a hand through his hair once again. It was going to be a long project, he could already feel it. Sure, it seemed simple enough, but trying to work with someone else. There was no way anything good was going to come from that project. He pulled a face at the mention of the other kid's roommate. There was no way Sin was going to deal with that bullshit. If they did go to the other boy's room and the roommate tried shit, Sin would waste little time in knocking the freak out or just removing him from the room. Jaysin had very little patience and dealing with some kid with an inability to control his damn hormones was not something that Sin would do. Period. He was not going to play nice with a teacher, either. The thought alone had Jaysin practically sneering. "No, we can use my room," he replied, idly tapping his pencil on the desk top next to his book as he sank down as low into his seat as he could, resting his head on the back before rolling it enough to look over at the other boy as he continued to talk about the project but ignored Jaysin's question. That did not sit well with Jay at all. He did not ask things to be ignored. "That's great, but none of that answers the question. Your name. What is it?" He was not going to ask again, and the edge to his voice made it very clear that Jaysin was beyond annoyed. He did not like having to repeat himself. It irritated him almost as much as waiting in lines and anyone who knew him knew that was never a good idea.

"Let's do Jackson," Jaysin stated as he ran a hand through his hair and sat up straight again, wanting the bell to ring already so that he could get out of there. "Powerpoint would be easiest." Powerpoints were not difficult and were often good aids when giving a presentation. Of course, Sin was one of those who knew his presentation well enough to not need prompting from cards or a stupid slide show. If he was going to waste his time researching the information, he might as well know it. There was nothing more annoying than wasting time. "My dorm's 302. Be there at six and we can start working on this shit." The sooner they got started, the sooner they could be done and Sin would not have to worry about the stupid thing anymore. Plus, he would not have to have the other teen in his dorm any longer. He was going to do some training immediately after classes, and then he would need to shower; but, six was a good time. If he was feeling particularly generous, he may even spring for pizza so they would not starve while working on the stupid project that he was already over.

Everything's wrong every time. Pushing on I can't escape.
Everything that comes my way Is haunting me, taking its sweet time

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