St. Charles School
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				Title: <strong>St. Charles School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowreppa</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 08:20:04</strong>
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				(http://api.ning.com/files/J*irQNMOCQwGrIIDcgsrBEWuKxJsZhpwTKEsooJ*vZ9dNlINfiFmK-ba9IhtK0rYt6XUeWV8Vtb98xwh2aQDBD9WhCWUDwxW/imancosmetics400a121307.jpg%253Fcrop%253D1%25253A1%2526width%253D171)<br><br>Name: Vivica Rose<br>Age 36<br>Gender: Female<br>Spot in the group: Vice Chancellor<br>What group: both<br><br>Vivica leaned back against her comfortable office chair and picked up the cup of coffee and held in in both hands.&nbsp; She had gotten up from her quarters in St. Charles early, 6 am to be exact, as was her custom, to get in her morning exercise of a mile around the track and a mile swimming laps in the school's Olympic-sized pool before settling into her office to take care of some paperwork that was in her in box.&nbsp; Now it was five pass eight and in ten minutes, a new year at St. Charles was about to come to life<br><br>She turn her chair around and stared out the window at the rolling waves and the beautiful beach that St. Charles school was built near. She knew that many of the students had already awake in their quarters (separated by gender of course), and were busily getting dressed and&nbsp; preparing to start the new day. Vivica smiled as she thought of all the activities that were about to take place in a few minutes. Having been the Vice Chancellor at St. Charles for a number of years now, Vivica was familiar and even comfortable with the going ons of the school. She had worked hard to make sure that the school was a success, and was intent to keep it that way. This school may not have treated her in the best of way when she herself was a student here, but she felt that it had thought her many important things. It taught her things about herself that she didn't know, and it taught her how to handle herself in a way that was comfortable. <br><br>She smiled at the past memories, and closed her eyes and lean her head back, enjoying a few moments of solace, a few moments of peace, before the calm of the storm was broken and the chaos of the day took place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: St. Charles School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 15:05:31</strong>
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				Mika looked at her new school with disdain as she approached the building. <em>What an ugly thing!</em> she scoffed mentally. <em>I hope I won't be kept here long...</em> Mika wondered why her father had sent her here instead of letting her complete her education with her childhood friends. <br><br>Getting straight A's. That was all Mika cared about now. She would prove her father that she could do just as well in this school as her last. Then he would be proud of her, his dear daughter...<br><br>Stepping up to the reception counter, Mika brusquely handed her application documents to the lady behind the counter. She glanced over them with a bored expression. "Mika Yamaguchi. Welcome to St. Charles," she intoned in a voice that wasn't all that welcoming. "You may proceed to your room in the girls' quarters. The dorms are on the left. Here are your room keys and your lesson timetable. Your room will be clearly labelled."<br><br>"Thank you," Mika replied politely, giving the receptionist a short bow. She glanced at the clock on the wall behind the receptionist. It was slightly past 7am. Classes would begin soon, and she had better be ready by then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: St. Charles School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 13:43:25</strong>
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				So this was her new school, Sarah thought and cocked her head to one side. It was big, much bigger than her last, especially the school grounds. In fact, it made the full place seem isolated from the outside world. Perhaps that was the point, she thought, better learning evinroment and all that jazz.<br><br>Her mum had said that it supposed to be prestigious school or something. Not that she really cared. She had had habbit of doing most of her studying alone anyway. Atleast she hoped that the schools reputation ould equal lesser amount of morons. Grinning at the thought she went inside, making her way to the dorms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: St. Charles School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaimey</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 08:25:43</strong>
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				Sergio Romano arose at 6:30 a.m. on the first day of class. He'd been there for the weekend, and had already moved into his new room. His clothes were neatly stashed away, and his alarm clock rang to make him sure he had plenty of time to prepare for his semester. He stretched out and yawned, and smiled at the short blond handcuffed to the headboard beside him. "Good morning. Almost forgot about you."<br><br>He uncuffed her and threw her some clothes. "I think you'd best be going." He stood up and pulled on a pair of pants. His slim, muscular torso shone with a light sweat in the morning sunlight, and he decided a shower would be best. He gathered his belongings as the girl was still getting up. "I'm going to shower, I think you should leave before I get back." He leaned in for a quick kiss. "Although thanks for last night."<br><br>He whistled his way through his shower and then finally returned to get dressed for the day. He put on a simple collared shirt and some faded jeans, then slipped on some flip-flops and left for class. The sun shone brightly over campus, and he couldn't help be feel great about the day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: St. Charles School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowreppa</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 20:40:00</strong>
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				Dimitri Brogans put some headphones in his ears, connected to his IPOD, and started up some rock music. He checked the mirror as he adjusted the jacket he was wearing. He glance at the clock, " Good, Gonna be right on schedule." he thought to himself. He flicked off the lights to the room (lights that he rarely use, he prefer using candles, especially if he weren't alone it created a more desired atmosphere) <br><br>Dimitri, because of his role as a student and his other duty to the school, was given his own quarters to use. A use which he of course intended to put into use soon. Being his 3rd year at the school, he was no stranger of the going ons of the school, and was an active partcipant in it. He had heard from the Vice Chancellor that there were going to be a bunch of new faces around,and that she was confident that the new arrivals will be properly introduced into the school, a task which Dimitri had utmost confidence that he can carry out with minimal trouble. <br><br>He open the door and close it on the way out, making sure to lock it so that no one can get in. Than he headed over to the receptionist, a woman who he knew well and who would have prepared a list of all the new students and teachers of the school for him and the other " veterans" of the school. He glance out the window as he walked passed it and saw a girl standing outside taking in the school, "One of the fresh meat" he thought taking a moment to examine her,&nbsp; " pretty skinny with shoulder length brown hair, Hmm... you and the other new people here better get ready girl, We gonna make sure you get a warm welcome to the school" He thought as he continue his walk to the reception area.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: St. Charles School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 09:14:10</strong>
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				Sarah hummed some tune she barely remembered as she made her way to the dorms. Just as she was opening the door she happened to glance at her watch. <br><br>"Drat, I'm nearly late!" She cursed, quickly tossing her luggage at her bed before running to where she thought the classroom was. She wasn't very good at either running or finding her way in new places, and after few wrong turns she was pretty sure she was lost. Damn this, she though as she ran around yet another corner only to crash into someone.<br><br>"Uh, sorry!"
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