forum Superhero/romance(ish) role play!! OPEN

Started August 02, 2019 by LeahCat

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Crap, crap, crap! Mari thought as she raced down the stairs of her apartment building. The elevator would have been much too slow, though as her side began to hurt, she regretted making that decision. Class started in ten minutes, she had overslept again dammit, so the nine minute walk to school was going to be very hectic.
The icy wind bit into her skin as she sprinted out the door even though she was bundled up pretty tight. Winter was definitely not her favorite season, and curses against the frigid air pounded out inside her head as each foot hit the ground. With five minutes left of frantic running and six to be in her seat in class, Mari took a deep breath of what felt like pure cold, and pushed to move faster, her backpack held tight against her back. She wasn’t going to be late again. She would make sure of that.

Vincent munched on a chocolate bar as he entered the school building, another day of school, and another day of who knows what, he waved to a group of girls who were watching him then walked briskly to the classroom, slipping into his seat exactly 4 minutes before the bell rang.

Mari raced down the hallway, desperately trying to reach her classroom before the bell rang. She was still five doors away when the dreaded sound rang in her ears, making her groan and slow her pace. No use sprinting if she was going to be late anyway.
She pushed open her classroom door, and hadn’t even taken one step before she heard a voice from inside say, “Late again, Miss Baye.”
Mari sighed and stepped all the way in. “Yes Mrs. Elliot. I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t get you out of detention,” Mrs. Elliot said sharply. “Please take your seat.”
Mari trudged to her chair and slumped into it, letting her backpack slide onto the floor with a thump as Mrs. Elliot started talking again.

Vince shook his head smiling, he leaned closer to Mari and whispered, "You should really invest in an alarm clock, you might find it useful." He picked up his pencil and looked at the teacher the picture of a perfect student.

Mari glared at him, not paying the least bit of attention to what the teacher was saying. "You know I've tried that. Alarms don't work on me, and it sucks."

Mrs.Elliot's voice cut through teir conversation, "Does any one have the answer?"
Vincent raised his had and answered, "47.568." Mrs.Elliot smiled and went on with her analysis of the problem on the board. "Have you tried a rooster? Or maybe a fog horn right next to your bed?'

Mari shoved him playfully. "Ha ha. If I could get one of my parents to wake me up I would but you know they're long gone before I have to wake up."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, "Or you could find out why you sleep in so much and remove the problem entirely, maybe you could try, I don't know, going to bed earlier perhaps?" He commented slyly raising an eyebrow.

"You know I can't do that." Mari rolled her eyes. "Inspiration strikes at any time, and for me that just happens to be at one in the morning. And anyway painting at night is so much calmer."

Kelton balled up a sheet of notebook paper and threw it over at them. “Shut up,” He whisper-yelled. “Before you get the rest of us in trouble.”

Vincent caught the wadded up paper before it hit his head and grinned, " But of coarse Kelton." e set down the paper and went back to the problem on the board.

Mari giggled. "Aww, is Kelton afraid of getting a detention?" She teased. "Don't worry love, you can serve it with me, I'm always there anyway."

Kelton shot a smile in her direction. “Yeah, I’m aware. What happened this time?” He continued to periodically make eye contact as he wrote some sparse notes.

"I overslept again," Mari grumbled, doodling on her notes page. "I swear I've tried everything I can think of. Nothing works. I've just resigned myself to the fact that detention is going to be a regular occurrence for me."

Kelton laughed a bit too loud, and their teacher turned around. He quickly muffled his voice with his sleeve.

“Kelton? Detention after school today. No matter what I say, you continue to talk. So now you can learn to be silent.”

Once the teacher turned back to the board, Kelton threw his hands up in the air as if to say, really?