Creative Writing

[Mr. Kamp]

Students would be told by a sign on the English classroom door that Creative Writing was going to be taught in the Library today. There would be a hand map on the door, and a little tray with faxed copies so that students wouldn't get lost. Mr. Kamp had made these ahead of time, and on each paper was a smiley face, drawn completely unique, some had funny or silly faces, but a few of them he just drew cartoon cats or dogs. On the door of the library would be a sign taped to it that read....

CREATIVE WRITING
SUBSTITUTE TEACHER = Mr. Reginald Kamp

In his attempt to better understand the mind of students Mr. Kamp was listening to an iPod, filled with music he downloaded off of the internet, this included a number of bands such as Forgive Durden, Eminem, Emery, Foo Fighters, Gym Class Heroes, and Jack Johnson. He had his iPod hooked up to the speakers, and Jack Johnson was playing over the speakers as Mr. Kamp sat at one of the areas of the library he set up classroom style. He had it so that there were 5 long tables in the shape of a giant "U" where he was at the opening of the "U", he had a small podium there and a stool that he sat on, his class roster on his podium as he looked over who all was in the class.

May 6, 2009 19:06:56 GMT -5 Mr. Kamp said:

1. Cain Alexander
2. Olivia Green
3. Stuart Pott
4. Trizen Takano
5. Ryuu Hikari
6. Kate McHallin
7. Damien Kross
8. Adrian 'Hanlon'
9. Sara Quinn
10. Steven Murtam
11. Sylar Silverberg
12. Gabriel Seran
13. Delilah A. Black

"Lucky number Thirteen. Isn't that right Kitty?" He asked, petting the grey tabby who 'meow'd in agreement before leaping off the podium to chase a rat that it had spotted working it's way around one of the stacks. Reggie laughed at this but returned his attention to the library, as "Banana Pancakes" came on. He waited for students to show up. They would have arrows pointing the way to the platform where he had tables set up. He had hand outs and plenty of assignments and little challenges for these students. He wanted to do this class right, since he wasn't sure when he'd be able to do a class like this again.

"And now we wait...." He said, sitting in front of the podium on his stool, waiting for kids to show up and take their seats at the five large tables that fit about 3 students each.

Rules for the class

• I will post once every three-four days or once everyone has posted. I will give warnings in Spam as to when I am posting next.
  
• You are to post only once in between turns. I am the turn, meaning a post may be made once I post. This rule may have exceptions on the teachers part if I feel that Kamp would react rather quickly to something.
  
• There will be required writing, I expect you to actually participate in doing classwork for exp. So make sure to post with that in mind.
  
• Keep in mind that how much effort you put into class and how well you read and pay attention will contribute to your exp.

[Ryuu]

Ryuu walked down the hallway, his shoulder bag slung over his shoulder. It had been about three days since he had been discharged from the hospital, and while his injury was recovering, it still hurt if he suddenly jerked his upper body. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that covered the bandages underneath, his gray overcoat, loose black track pants, and black Converse shoes. After reaching the English classroom for class, he read the sign on the door, which told him class would be in the library instead. After staring at the sign with a bored look on his face, he shrugged his shoulders, and simply turned around. Reaching the library, he stopped at the door and read the sign taped onto it before walking in, immediately greeted by the song "Banana Pancakes," as he saw arrows had been set up, pointing the way.

Following the arrows, he passed by a gray tabby that was chasing a rat, as he reached the area where class was going to be held, and saw he was the first one to arrive. "Hello sir." Ryuu said, giving a nod of acknowledgment to the teacher, whom he assumed to be the substitute teacher, Mr. Kamp, based on what he read. He took a seat at the second table that made up the right arm of the U-shape, and placed his shoulder bag on the ground, and opened it, pulling out a binder and a pencil bag. He then rested his right elbow on the table, cradling the side of his face in the palm of his hand, as he waited for the other students to arrive.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel woke again in a rush. Mornings where never his strong suit though he dealt with long hours now that things were set in motion momentum set in his favor. He slid on a tight green shirt and dark black jeans fitting firmly around his waste though never appearing too tight. He also slid over a leather jacket on now feeling a bit tough today. It was almost normal now, the arm he meant no longer quite so ashamed of it but then again there were the little quarks that made him hid it away. Sliding a glove over the metal appendage he walked out into the garage to drive the motorcycle today. Nothing too flashy just an old Harley.

Gabriel made it to class early, not having to deal with the pressure of traffic jams quite as much as he would with any of his other vehicles. He pulled himself into the Creative Writing room easily. Eyes fit on Ryuu. Thoughts jolted attention to the character.

kill.... finish... empty

They were just words empty of thought and reason and Gabriel put on a smile anyways, to anyone it would appear genuine. Gabriel was a good liar.

Liar... play this game too much and you'll get caught

Gabriel would sit down beside Ryuu without any guilty motions acting as though nothing ahd happened between them, he never remembered a thing. Liar

[Olivia Green]

(OOC:

It had been about three days since he had been discharged

thats what she said hehehe)

Olivia walked in the halls with her head down. She carried her binders by hugging them to her chest. She used both arms 'cause the left arm was now cast free. Livi was a bit more excitd for the creative writing class. Psych was not her thing at all. Olivia didn't work well under pressure, so hopefully the teacher wont call on her for a question, 'cause she will answer it wrong.

The door was there all big and bombarding.. bombarding 'cause she was scared how many people will be in this class. If there was a lot, hopefully there wont be any anxiety attacks on her part, that would be just plain ol' embarrassing.

With a nervous exhale she closed her eyes and walked to the door, but of course her eyes were closed; so, her shoulder bumped into the frame of the door. Instantly she felt her cheeks going red and her eyes shot open. Hopefully no one had seen her do such a foolish thing, lest she look like a total and utter dweeb.

"Hi, hi, hi," the pigmant in her cheeks surely would have gotten more red, seeing as how she let her OCD show by speaking. Damn her and her speaking! To avoid further contact with the teacher after the sudden embarrassment she looked to see where she would be sitting.

Ah looky looky! I found a...not a hooky, 'cause that was just for the movie Hook...I found a....Nothing rhymes; so, looky looky I found a Gabriel... She smiled like a dipshit and sat herself beside him.

"Hi."

[Cain]

Cain stared at the door for a moment, unsure of what to think about the change of the class. It seemed that instead of the English classroom, the Creative Writing class was going to take place in the library. Cain was not surprised that such a place was chosen, though. After all, it contained a lot of books and in this class, those books were useful reference material, albeit a form of cheating in a way. In fact, this could also be a test, but saying it is would be thinking way too deep into the situation. At that, Cain turned on his heels, ignoring the opportunity of being given a map. He knew this school enough now.

The blue-haired male had both of his arms wrapped in bandages, literally. His legs too. Despite that, the only visible bandage on his face was the one that went across his right temple, where he had been cut during their battle against Mr. Orange, which had sent Cain to the hospital for his first time ever in San Francisco. And to think, he had only been here for a month. This place was totally bringing everything to him instantly.

There was Leanne, and the presence of awesome fighters, and now giants which had superhuman physical capabilities. Cain was starting to love San Francisco already.

He entered the library, noticing the arrows pasted on the floor pointing at a particular direction. Following the arrows, the blue-haired male, who was clad in a black T-shirt, a zipped-up NYP hoodie and a pair of black cargo pants, soon found himself standing at the back of a make-shift classroom. He glanced over at the man who stood at the center, adjusting his bag over his shoulders.

"Morning, Mr. Kamp."

Or at least, that's what he remembered the note said his name to be. Cain glanced around the room, noticing a familiar face among the three. Gabriel Seran, the man who had electrocuted him with his metal arm and a battery, before offering him to join him in taking down the pillars of 42. Giving him a nod as a greeting, he moved towards the corner of the classroom, opposite where the other three sat.

[Steve]

Steven's face darkened when he saw the note on the door, a twinge of worry stabbed at his heart, if only for a moment. English and Creative Writing were two of his favorite subjects, and to see that the teacher was gone gave him cause to worry. After all what if a student had hospitalized him? If that was the case Steven would have to pay whatever student did it a little visit to "chat." Not that he had any delusions about being impressive with raw strength, but he liked to fight smart, not fight hard.

Still class wasn't canceled and he would be damned if he was going to skip class. So the Green Haired nerd would make his way to his stomping grounds, the Library where class was going to be held. A small smirk crossed his face when he heard the music playing, as well as seeing the signs. Class was going to be interesting, he could already tell.

Following the signs with ease, mostly do to the fact that he wasn't a blithering idiot he soon came to the U shaped set up that the Librarian and teacher for the day set up. He noted several of the other students had already shown up, but he would pay them little heed as he made his way to the center of the set up. Sitting right in the middle, his bag dropping to the ground.

He bent over, unzipping it and pulling out a large three ring binder, unzipping it he pulled out three pre-sharpened pencils as well as several pieces of paper. Academics was a battlefield just like anything in this school, but this was a battle that gave Steven an advantage. His weapons of war already prepared. Sharpened pencils, a large Pink erasure, paper. All of these were tools that would make him victorious in his quest to graduate top of his class. A modest goal in a school like this, but a goal all the same.

[Kate]

Creative Writing Class. Once upon a time, Kate would have loved to be in this class on the pure thought of enjoying being creative. Now however, Kate had gotten this class thinking it would be a pretty damn easy class to cruise on through. The blonde had gotten to the classroom, to note the maps. Her map had an interesting kirby like smiley drawn on it. One eyebrow lifted and the girl made her way to the library.

She walked in, and looked around... spotting her favorite nerd ever. A grin broke out on those full lips and she walked straight to where the boy with the green hair was seated, sitting right next to him. There would be no escape.

"Hey there nerd."

She was wearing tight black leather pants and matching boots with a white dress shirt. On top of that was a black leather vest. Instead of the biker look, the thing was cut to fit her form well, something of the higher examples of life and money. Her blonde locks were perfect in beautiful waves, make up on correctly. There was a sparkle in those emerald eyes that was tinted with evil. Toward him of course. She chuckled and looked at the teacher, waiting on class to begin.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

Of all the classes that existed...

Of all the things I loved in life...

Creative writing was it. It was everything. It was why I existed. Performance poetry, storytelling, all of it... The way it flowed, the way it inspired, the way it crushed... It was pure excellence- it was the epitome of human creation.

And I was sure as hell taking this class. I would use it as an outlet- as a way of releasing what I couldn't verbally. Sure, I wrote on my own already, but having an audience, having guidance, having the structure... somehow made it all better to me.

I came in however, and found the thing that was also high up on the 'things I loved' list. The seat I would take was obvious. I set my folder and materials down in the seat behind Kate, knowing she'd turn to see me.

"I knew you'd need time to call me... But now you're just teasing me." I said with a boyish smile, wanting to mess with her a lil' bit. "Doing well?"

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah slipped into the room shortly after the others without fanfare. She would try to not draw any particular attention to herself, other than her arrival. No griping, no frowning, no exaggerated eye-rolling. In fact, no eye contact whatsoever. With anyone, really, at least until she spotted Gabriel with the girl from Gym class at the same table as well as Ryuu, whom she was now at least relatively acquainted. It was really too bad their table was full, or she would have joined them. Ah well. Ce la vie. She nodded to them all and too the teacher before taking a seat at one of the unoccupied tables where she silently opened her binder. Delilah politely knitted her hands together in front of her and sat up straight, an expression of pure apathy on her face.

Oh, but children, the eyes are the windows to the soul, are they not? Indeed, her baby-blues were dancing with anticipation. 'Creative writing'. One of the few English oriented courses she could stand, never mind was decent at. Delilah was really more of a math and physics person, what with her skill in mechanics and all, writing 'pointless essays on crap' ('crap' in Delilah speak meaning 'poetry' which was also Delilah speak for 'something I don't understand') was clearly not her forte. But Reading. She LOVED to read. And write on the odd occasion, but she wasn't particularily good at following the guidelines teachers used to put out for her. Hence, this particular course was ideal for Delilah's current lack of self-expression, at least outside of violence. She was hoping that the class would help her 'flow' in her writing start off. She knew she wasn't a terribly good writer, but she wasn't really writing for an audience in particular so much as herself. Whenever other people were involved, Delilah tended to feel a tantamount of pressure that she wasn't sure how to deal with short of throwing in the towel.

Which was why she wasn't intentionally drawing attention to herself. Which is why she wouldn't make direct eye contact with anyone, not even the teacher.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Delilah was nervous.

Forcing her facial expression to not show any of this, Delilah found herself beginning to fidget with the Red-Wing Blackbird tattoo on the inside of her wrist. To distract herself, she dug around in her bag before producing a small, very old cloth covered book and began reading it. On the spine it would read;

"Ex Oblivione"

One of the prose poems by one HP Lovecraft.

She would absorb herself in reading this until class was in session or someone interrupted her otherwise.

[THE Justin]

Stu ducked into the room next, arriving on time, how he knew not. He ran a hand through his hair as he awlked in, and didn't see anyone he could concretely remember, except Gabe. He blushed slightly before nodding to the boy, taking a seat next to a girl with black hair, reading something with a ratty red cover.

Stu snuck a peek at it as he was sitting down, placing a red back pack, stark compared to his relatively drab dress. Lovecraft, interesting. He sat next to this girl, leaning in his chair almost immediately, twirling a pen between his fingers, white iPod earbuds trailing down to the player in his hand. Bomb the Music Industry! played quietly, Stu enjoying the soothing melody of a whiney vocalist that could hardly sing.

He awaited for the teach to start, though to be honest, he was slightly interested in the girl sitting next to him. It wasn't every day that you saw a girl reading Lovecraft.

[Trizen Takano]

((This will be after his time in the hospital.))

Down the hall one could hear a lot of everything. Time passed even slower than it usually did since the mind was being so careful to adjust to its new view of the school.

Two boys entered the library. One boy was leading another who wore slim rimmed shades and handled a cane. The boy that was leading seemed impatient and wanted for the blind one to just hurry and sit. It was almost disgraceful to see how the senior of the pair was pulling the visually impaired without minding steps.

"Hey look, sit here." The senior said on pointing to the seat, but the other boy wouldn't move.

'Idiot... I'm blind...'

The senior then rolled his eyes and hastily grabbed the boy by his shoulders and forced him to sit in the vacant seat. The blind one would be sitting on Stu's right. The order from the left being Delilah, Stu then the blind one.

"I'll be back to walk you to your next class... alright?" The senior jogged off, trying to look cool to impress the women, Olivia, Kate and Delilah, but tripped over himself and violently collided into the door's handle. It was brutal.

Whilst the senior boy left, the boy with slim rimmed shades felt for his shoulder bag and went to place his notepad on the table. Though he realized it would be almost pointless and sighed. He put the notepad back in the shoulder bag which he would eventually slide underneath his seat along with his cane.

'I guess now I have to concentrate...' Trizen Takano thought to himself as he rested his hands on the table and waited.

[Adrian]

Adrian stepped in next, messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He saw the students he knew and didn't, including his girlfriend, who had currently found herself a spot between a rather dorky looking fellow Adrian didn't recognize, and another dorky-looking fellow Adrian knew better than he wanted to.

His eyes narrowed at the sight of Damien "The Jester" Kross sitting next to his girl. There was nothing he could do, and nothing worthwhile he could say. Fuck it, what was one class anyway?

Adrian sat on the opposite side of the U from where Kate and Jester were, and put his materials down underneath the table and sat. He had heard Jester say something to Kate, but he didn't catch it; however, he'd pretend like he did.

"Did I miss something?" Adrian would ask casually, as if it were just a random question, directed to the two of them. He figured he wouldn't be able to slip up Jester, as he was a crafty sort, but nevertheless, Adrian was a protective boyfriend, borderline jealous, even. He barely noticed anyone else in the classroom, he was so intent on the two sitting across from him.

He could barely even recall what class he was in, in the first place.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara looked down at the map she had taken. What the hell was this?! =_=' Did the teacher honestly feel the need to make this harder then it needed to be? Couldn't they have just stayed the hell in the class like good little people? No, he had to send them on a friggin... Mad search...

WHY WAS SHE STANDING IN FRONT OF A WALL!? THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DOOR HERE ACCORDING TO THE MAP D<

She turned the pice of paper in her hand, wondering if it might be upside down or something. The funny looking drawing on the paper wasn't helping. Although... Another turn revealed it was a happy face... =____="

This wasn't making Sara very happy. She really hoped the teacher knew that... Now that the map was the right way, she turned to the left and continued down the hall. Why the hell was she using the map anyways!? She knew her way to the library D<

10 Minutes later.... She was finally in the library. It had been so much harder then it needed to be. Really now. Silently, she glared at the teacher as she took a seat at one of the tables. She would have to turn to look at the teacher, but hell, why not... =__="

[Mr. Kamp]

Reggie had been waiting patiently for students to show up, and one by one they started coming in to his classroom, a few of them seemed to be kind and very welcoming with their attitudes. In fact, the first boy even greeted Reggie! Reggie quickly replied to the boy with a plain and simple,

"Good morning!"

Next was a dark haired boy who sat down next to the first one. Reggie wondered if the boys were close friends, or maybe boyfriends. He wouldn't judge them if they were, they actually looked like they would make a cute couple! Of course, that was just Reggie trying to get a grasp on what youth today did... next was a girl who seemed to be slightly a klutz. The first thing she did was bump into a door frame. She said hi three times, and Reggie quickly replied thinking this was hip and how students spoke!

"Hello, hello, hello! Is your shoulder alright?"

She took a seat and in came another boy. This boy had blue hair and seemed to be wearing a hoody and cargo pants. Reggie still was unsure as to whether or not the boy was injured or if this was the new fad but either way his eyes had caught sight of a bandage on the boys head. He also greeted the Librarian, using his last name and everything!

"Morning to you too!"

Then a boy came in sitting in the center. Reggie was wodnering what was wrong with this kid... maybe he was ADHD or ADD or possibly just attention hungry? He didn't really care where the students sat though since really all he cared about was that they read and made an effort in class. Soon after this boy a girl came in, finding a seat. Soon followed by a boy who spoke with this girl... and from there on out it was just one after another until the classroom was full. Reggie was excited, and when he saw a girl reading, he nearly joygasmed!

"YES! Reading, that's the way you do it!"

Reggie jumped over the podium and even hopped over whoever was sitting in the center of the "U" itself to look at what the girl was reading... HP Lovecraft....

"Ca-Ree-Peey...... ANYWAY!"

He ran back to the podium making sure not to step on anybody who might or might not have been in the center of the "U". He got to the front and decided to introduce himself to the class.

"HELLO CLASS! I am Reggie Kamp, feel free to call me Mr. Kamp or possibly even just Reggie if you're comfortable enough with that. This is Creative Writing, we are currently in the Library... get a good look at it, and please feel free to come back whenever! This place is always empty and I'm always a little lonely with just Kitty for company... that's the cats name if you see her around here...."

Somewhere in the room a meow would be heard from wherever Kitty happened to go.

"HER IS SUCH A CAT! Oh uhm..... *cough* sorry about that. In any case, here's the situation with class today. You're teacher isn't in today, so I'll be teaching you guys. But my specialty isn't so much with the teaching of proper english so much as it is teaching you how to express yourself through poetry, lyrics, short stories, novels, and even quotes if you don't like writing much..... there are tricks to this, but the most important one is to make sure you aren't embarrassed with your work. Make sure you become comfortable with others reading what you write."

He got a little more serious with his tone, and went on with his first lesson.

"So what I want everyone to do is write down on a piece of paper your full name, a little about yourself such as how old you are or who your favorite musical artist is, and then I want you to write a story about yourself. The story can be true or false, but I want you to write it as if you are telling the story as being true. When you are done quietly raise your hand and I will come around and pick up your papers, this way I can match some names and faces when I look at the paper."

[Trizen Takano]

'Shoot...'

Of all the days to enter a creative writing class. When he was blind.

'Well... I guess I could kinda... manage something... I uh... hope...' The boy felt around under the seat of his chair and caught on to his shoulder bag. He wanted to reach for his notepad and pen again, but remember why he put it under his chair in the first place. So he sighed in a bit of frustration and decided against it.

The boy put his hands back on the table rested them. 'How in the hell does Thirteen do this?'

Trizen rose his left after a bit of thought and asked Mr. Kamp his question. "Umm... Is there a way to kind of do this without writing?" He felt like an idiot asking that question. But that was the way it was.