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Second File.
[ backdated to September 6th, Mayfield High School. Pick the class! ]
[ To avoid droning, she has agreed to come to school. And is very bored. She has her hands cradling her head with her fingers around her cheeks. To Diana, this is information that she already knows, so it's pointless to go over it again.
She eventually has her hands slip and her head goes right on to the desk. With a mumbled sigh and a grumble, she runs her hands on her face and idly taps her pencil against the desk. ]
I knew this would be an utter waste of my time and talents. I just knew it.
[ again, backdated. During lunch time. ]
[ Diana's now at lunch, feeling just a smidgen better at the fact that she can do some researching during lunch time. She has a few books from the library (and by few, we mean ten to twenty) all lined up on the table to read when she's eating her lunch. Do you want to go bother her from her reading? ]
[ on the way home. ]
[ Diana's reading one of the various books she had from lunch and is walking back from school. She still has the same opinion on school, it not changing any time soon. But, at least when she gets home, she can do what she's planning on, which is setting up the basement and her room. At least she can busy her hands that way. She'll hum a little song, it being Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. Feel free to bug her. That book is very interesting. ]
[ To avoid droning, she has agreed to come to school. And is very bored. She has her hands cradling her head with her fingers around her cheeks. To Diana, this is information that she already knows, so it's pointless to go over it again.
She eventually has her hands slip and her head goes right on to the desk. With a mumbled sigh and a grumble, she runs her hands on her face and idly taps her pencil against the desk. ]
I knew this would be an utter waste of my time and talents. I just knew it.
[ again, backdated. During lunch time. ]
[ Diana's now at lunch, feeling just a smidgen better at the fact that she can do some researching during lunch time. She has a few books from the library (and by few, we mean ten to twenty) all lined up on the table to read when she's eating her lunch. Do you want to go bother her from her reading? ]
[ on the way home. ]
[ Diana's reading one of the various books she had from lunch and is walking back from school. She still has the same opinion on school, it not changing any time soon. But, at least when she gets home, she can do what she's planning on, which is setting up the basement and her room. At least she can busy her hands that way. She'll hum a little song, it being Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. Feel free to bug her. That book is very interesting. ]
On the way home, placeholder
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Hey. You.
[Now.]
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Hello?
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[He could kinda feel he's being talked about.
Or looked at. A few seconds ago.]
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[ Social graces? What are those? ]
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[Deadpan, what.]
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[ Once Diana has enough on the person in front of her, she caps her pen and stashes her notebook away. ]
There we go.
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[ By now, she's finished writing down her notes and stashes her notebook away. ]
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Ragna the Bloodedge.
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What does being a Bloodedge entail?
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