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Post by Mandisa Quashie on Jul 15, 2010 19:44:52 GMT -4
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Suddenly, something knocked against her window again and she jumped, cursing quietly under her breath and removing her eyes from the window as she tried to focus on her laptop’s screen. She hated this frightened feeling crawling through her entire body, but she should have expected this. She had never before experienced a hurricane, for South Africa rarely have them and her parents never told her about them. She silently wished that her brother was with her right now, but he was mostly likely hanging out with friends or something. She sighed, but quickly jumped and squealed when yet another random object frapped against her window. In frustration, she closed her laptop, grabbed her charging cord, and slipped on some black flip-flops. She knew that she would not be able to stand this thing on her own. She figured that people would be in the lounge. She started to head there.
As she arrived in the lounge, she glanced around and saw some people, but of course, she did not recognize any of them. She sighed and picked a corner near an outlet and plugged in her charging cord. Opening the laptop, she saw the screen black and waited a couple seconds before it flickered back to the all the windows and games she had open. She then realized that she forgot her headphones. Frowning slightly, Mandisa pouted and left her iTunes open, but paused. She glanced around the room again and searched for anyone who appeared alone too, but noticed that most were grouped or paired off. A few people were gathered near a window, watching the destruction. She shook her head in utter disgusting and disbelief that people would actually want to watch their school, their home-away-from-home, be torn to pieces. ‘People…’ she thought and shrugged a shoulder. She returned back to her game, growing bored of the online gaming community and its unnecessary bickering. She closed out of the web browser and opened up a game of Minesweeper, level of expert, of course.
She began the game quickly and professionally located the bombs, though she slowed down as she neared the last twenty bombs. Yet, she accidentally clicked on a bomb when she was forced to guess. She sighed softly and started over again. Being the nerd and thinker that she was, she could easily sit and play the strategy game for hours. And it seemed as long as she could hear the storm going and people quietly murmuring, she would be quite content doing just that. |
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Post by Zenobia Wynters on Jul 17, 2010 0:29:37 GMT -4
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Zenobia was not enjoying this hurricane in the slightest. She was jumpy and nervous, a by product of the agoraphobia she suffered from. She did not do well in confinement. She feared not having an escape route. The hurricane was no good. She could walk outside, but that wasn't exactly safe, and there was no way she could transform out of doors either. As a raven, the high winds would just whip her around and tear her wings to shreds. So, Zenobia was stuck in the dorms and lounge area, and she hated it.
The winds howled and screamed and the rain crashed threateningly against the windows along with miscellanious debris. Zenobia wasn't sure if the windows would hold up much longer what with the constant barrage of debris and fat raindrops. She shivered as she stepped cautiously out of her dorm room. It wasn't a chill that caused the shiver to run down her spine, but rather, the nagging fear in the back of her mind.
Zenobia nervously rubbed the gaudy, thousand dollar silver ring around her finger. It sparkled with diamonds and rubies. She had dressed comfortably, the rain outside making her feel a little chilly besides the fear that caused her to shiver. She wasn't a fan of rain to begin with as it messed with her flight ability. She looked very flattering in a white button down, collared shirt and black pants, which she accented with a black vest and tie. She traded in her usual black boots for a pair of white sneakers. Today, she had decided to pull her hair back in a simple ponytail.
Zenobia made her way to the lounge, hoping she could find someone or something that could take her mind off the stupid fear. When she was younger, her father had tried to take her to a psychiatrist to help her with her fears, but, he was able to do very little. Zenobia has continued to see him, but she didn't feel much better.
Scanning the room, she found that there wasn't much of interest. People were chatting and laughing and smiling, and looking like idiots. One guy even had a couple of straws up his nose as he pretended to be a walrus. Zenobia wanted to take the straws and shove them up his wazoo if it would get him to stop acting like a dumbass. She was all for humor, but not for stupidity.
That was when Zenobia spotted something that saved her view of the school's intelligence. A lone girl sat by herself, playing a game of minesweeper on her laptop. Zenobia walked closer to the girl, keeping an eye on the games as she flew through the expert board like a pro, avoiding the mines.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Zenobia said to her, as the mouse hovered over a space Zenobia was sure was a bomb.
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Post by Mandisa Quashie on Jul 18, 2010 2:02:40 GMT -4
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Sighing softly as she neared the final twenty bombs again, she pressed her lips together tightly, attempting to see if the current square that she hovered over was a bomb or not. She could not tell exactly as the only number square was a two and she only knew of one bomb for sure. There still sat three other squares around the two that could contain the other bomb. The evil little green two tormented her and she sighed, narrowing her already slanted eyes at the screen. She wondered if she should guess or just continue onto another set of eight squares. Yet a voice behind her suggested she should not left-click. Being caught off guard, Mandisa nearly clicked on the square by accident as she jumped slightly, startled. She turned towards where the voice had come from and noticed that another student had come and appeared to be watching her play the simple computer game. This was shocking to the African, for no one had watched her play the game before. She wondered if this was a normal activity for Americans, but assumed, based on the culture she had picked up on since her stay here, that watching a game of Minesweeper was not a night on the town.
The other student was a girl with raven black hair and bright gray eyes and appeared to be around the same height as Mandisa. She stood over her shoulder and seemed thoroughly enjoying the view of the computer screen. Her clothing was black and white that seemed to match her hair and skin tone. As Mandisa’s eyes flickered down briefly to the girl’s hands, she noticed a large and highly decorated ring. She could not tell which hand and which finger the ring was on, but she assumed that the girl was not married, for she believed that all at this school were too young to be considering marriage. Honestly, she doubted that any of them truly dated seriously with marriage in view. Stopping herself from judging the poor girl any further, Mandisa put on a small smile, curling up one side of her mouth and said with her British accent strongly seeping through, “Thank you…I was still pondering on it.” Then the dark-skinned girl right-clicked the space, covering it with a small image of a red flag and declaring it a bomb.
Turning more to face the girl full-on, Mandisa straightened out her plain plum short-sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans nervously and tucked her free-flowing hair behind her left ear. Then, trying to fight off her shy nature, the African cautiously held out her hand and waited for the girl to take it. She was unaccustomed to how Americans casually introduced themselves, but it seemed that everyone always shook hands first…or at least they did when she was introduced to her oldest brother’s college classmates. She hoped that the new girl would not take her as strange and foreign.
“I’m Mandisa…or Disa, if you prefer,” she said softly, shrugging one of her shoulders. She figured that adding her nickname into her introduction would not make it as formal as it appeared, but she figured that it most likely would not be enough. |
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Candi Cane
Law Enforcement
Grade 10
Sweet on the outside, dangerous on the in. Don't mess. Seriously.
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Post by Candi Cane on Jul 25, 2010 19:46:42 GMT -4
 
Cece quietly entered the lounge, waterbottle in hand. It was nice in there. Cece would've thought it was cool, if the storm hadn't been so rough outside. A shiver ran through her spine when she saw how easily a tree could crash through the window, how easily she could die. She shoved the morbid thoughts away, concentrating hard on what was happening inside.
There weren't that many people in the lounge. It was more of a place to relax, with a lot of windows and low lights. Guess most people weren't in the mood to hang out right now. She shook her head. There goes the negative thoughts again. Absently, Cece wondered if meditating would help her calm down. Getting a grip, she shoved that silly thought away. She'd never been the kind of person who would give zen speeches of how to live on the righteous path or whatever. She wasn't even the kind of person who listened to words of zen.
In a corner, she watched a girl plug in her laptop. By the way she controlled the mouse and didn't type anything, Cece assumed that she was playing some sort of game. The girl was young but tall, with dark mocha skin and brown hair. Her eyes were thoughtful as she went about clicking here and there on her screen. A thinking game, Cece guessed. Probably one of those free games that came along with the laptop as a package deal, like solitaire or freecell. Cece's eyes glittered in amusement when the girl frowned in disappointment, a clear indication that she'd lost a game.
Cece shivered when another girl entered, tall with raven black hair. Cece felt slightly awkward when she noted that she had to look up toward nearly every other girl in the school. It seemed kind of like a stereotype of this place: All the girls were tall and lean, perfect for supermodeling while most of the guys were fit and muscular and perfect.
The girl with raven black hair noticed the girl playing the laptop game and joined. The two of them exchanged a few words, introducing themselves.
Cece snapped out of her observing mode. Really, she hadn't meant to act all creepy and stalker-like, it was just part of her instinct. She put on a nice expression and approached the other two, outgoing as always. "Hi," she said. She grinned when they introduced themselves. "My name's Cece. I noticed you playing a game here. What is it?" She shrugged nonchalantly. "My guess is either a card game or minesweeper." Cece wondered how big her head looked to the other girls when one of them told her that they'd been playing minesweeper. "Oh." She rushed on to explain so she'd hopefully take away the weird effect. "My shift is a Ferruginous Hawk, and I'm majoring in Law Enforcement," she offered, as an explanation.
Minesweeper. Hm, she thought to herself. Cece wasn't too thrilled about the game. Usually whenever she played it, she'd just hit random spaces, until she found a bomb. Her half-brother Walker had always made fun of her for her lack of technique, and he'd almost passed out when she actually cleared it once. Really, she'd never been one for strategy. She decided to join in for the next game. It is never too late to learn, she thought, trying to think positive.
Something hit against the window, causing Cece to jump and cry out like a ninny. Her sarcastic humor returned. But all good things will come to an end someday. She forced herself to concentrate on the game, to block out the dark thoughts that came with the worsening hurricane.
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