projects due {open!}

[Peter Bishop]

Chase yawned as she gathered what she needed for class. Homeroom had just ended and students were filing into the classroom. Today, their projects were due. She hoped that at least some of them attempted to do it, let alone finish it. But, she decided instead of failing the students who just blew it off, she would give them time at lunch to do it. Yeah, that is extremely rare for Chase. But she was in a good mood.

You could say that she had a pretty good morning, besides seeing that stupid mouse. Chase cleared her throat and stood up in front of the class. Her class. "All right. As you know, your historic plays are due today. So pass them up to the first people in your rows." She said, and waited for them to pass up the papers. Chase wanted to see how many people actually did the assignment before moving on.

[Darcy Leone]

History and Literature were what Darcy excelled in, through his ever expanding quest for a better education. This play took all of two hours to make. While most of the kids made a two page paper, his was a thirty page play in MLA format, perfect grammar correction and detailed content. It was easily the best paper in this woman's class. It wasn't hard to do. It's never hard to do when you have all of the time in the world. The historic play was based on The 2nd Crusade in Jeruselum. It was a subject Darcy studied extensively when he was... younger. Another thing Pennington would probably notice about Darcy is that he never said a single word in her class. Just paid attention, wrote notes down of the assignments. His test scores were off the charts. School was truly the easiest part of the day for Darcy Leone.

Walking up to her front desk, he handed her the huge detailed packet. His smile was fake, but he could fake a warm smile rather easily.

[yellow]"All finished, Ms. Pennington."[/yellow]

His English accent did stand out in the large group of Americans. His excuse for coming here was that he was a former student of a school in England and he transfered over here after he received an invitation. He sat back down and his bright blue eyes stared at Chase as he twiddled his thumbs.

[staplemylips]

Cassie walked into her classroom as usual. A small packet of papers lay in her messenger bag. She had spent roughly an hour on the play. It was just some silly school assignment. No reason to spend any more time on it. Her bag fell onto her desk, making a clinking noise as the dove key chain hit against the cheap plastic. Cassie sat down and dug through her bag as the students began to fill in. Her head bobbed as she tried to take different views into her bag, it was a catastrophe in there.

Finally her fingers dragged out the four page paper. It was sweet and short, why would the teacher want to read anything longer? With that thought in mind, Cassie's eyes flashed to a student's desk near hers. His play was thick. Now, Cassie understood it was an English class, but still. That was just unnecessary. Cassie glanced down at her play, which she had named Freedom at a Price. She had always been fascinated with World War 2. Nothing was as interesting or could make such a simple play so great. Cassie looked at the hand extending back toward her face. Leaning backward she quickly grabbed the play from behind her, and passed the two plays forward to the person in front of her.

Sitting in the row away from the desk, she could hear that one boy talk to the teacher. Cassie rolled her eyes, didn't he hear to pass up the papers? Looking closely Cassie caught the boys name on the front page of the play, Darcy. That was it. She felt foolish for not remembering, her observation skills were to good for her to not know something silly like someone's name. She had never talked to him before, he was rather quiet. Cassie was also a grade older than the boy, which gave her even less of a reason to get to know him.

Cassie looked to Ms. Pennington to see how she would react to the boy's listening skills. Cassie actually liked Ms. Pennington, she was a pretty good teacher. Plus it was English and Cassie had always liked any English teachers she had. That was just her bias.

[Darcy Leone]

Darcy turned his attention to the girl two seats to left the left of him. Cassasndra Cain. David Cain's daughter. Darcy wondered if she was even half the fighter her father was. He remembered battling him in Burma. It ended in a draw which was an amazing thing to Darcy. Not many could draw or outmatch his skill. He continued staring at the odd looking girl's dirty look.

[yellow]Perhaps she wants to talk to me... It's rude to stare. Returning the favor.[/yellow]

She probably thought Darcy was just a boy. Hell that's what he wanted everyone to think. Why was she throwing him a ton of attitude? He didn't feel like following directions. If it annoyed her, she could say something instead of being rude like she is. Darcy continued staring with his cold blue eyes. He didn't like Pennington. Or any teacher really. He found many of them unqualified. That matter was out of his control though. Similar to the emotions of annoying bug-eyed girls...

[yellow]"Can I help you?"[/yellow]

Darcy said quietly. He could care less about what people thought. He did what he wanted. Thought the way he wished to think and if someone had a problem with his way of thinking, he figured they should speak to him directly.

[flash]

English was by far Wallace West’s worst subject, and that was saying something. School all around was West’s worst subject. It was not for a complete lack of intelligence, but most classes required a great deal of reading and anything that involved instruction based on text was difficult for him. Unfortunately most people just wrote him off as a dumb jock, maintaining the necessary 2.0 to stay in sports. That was even a struggle for him, but well worth it. Sports at South High were far more interesting than any ordinary school.

Sitting at the back of the class, as he often did, West shook his head subtly as the girl in front of him turned expectantly for his paper. It was not that he was a poor typist, that was loads easier, but the amount of research that would have been necessary for this paper was too much trouble. West glanced up spitefully as he noticed that Darcy kid handing in another freaking novel. Who did he think he was anyway? Isn’t Darcy supposed to be a girl’s name? Silently bashing on the super-student made him feel slightly better as he refocused his attention on his desk.

[staplemylips]

Cassie's lip snarled as Darcy made a comment to her. She could read his body language, she knew exactly what he thought of her. Then again, it was never hard to read people at this school. It was known for its arrogant assholes. God surely did enjoy torturing her. She also had Wally West in her class. He wasn't really bad, she actually never talked to him. He just seemed like the stereotypical jock though. Always looking for the spot light.

"I don't think you could help me with shit." Cassie retorted quietly. She sat up straight, giving herself a more dominate appearance. She knew better than to let an opponet think she wanted to give up. Her eyes stayed on him, not breaking the tension.

Though in all honesty, she wanted to vanish at that moment. Dear God, she hoped the kid wouldn't keep talking to her. She was surprised she had managed to say that sentence with out tripping over her words. Especially now, she felt like all the eyes were on those two. Though in reality, no one was paying attention to them. Yet, Cassie needed to think quickly on her feet and speak to someone she wasn't comfortable with.

[Victoria Cri]

Victoria rolled her eyes. Why did she choose to sit in the front? Of all days, she had to choose today. The girl was rather thankful that she had actually done her play. No Rest for the Wicked was her title. She had always had a thing for Hitler, so she did it on his rise to power.

Her eyes glanced behind her as she got the other students in her row's plays. This wasn't gonna be too fun, but hey,what was class for?

Smiling, she placed them on her desk. "See Miss Chase, i got it done!"

[Darcy Leone]

[yellow]"What a wonderful concept. 'Helping you out with shit'. Did you think of that all by yourself?"[/yellow]

He gasped in sarcasm. His eyes narrowed at the woman who made herself an enemy by being the lower person. People like this annoyed Darcy. They thought they were the best, knew everything and had the assumption that people gave a 'shit' about them. What an idiot... He sat up more and his stare turned into a glare.

[yellow]"I'll help you alright. Help you remove those bug eyes from your head. It would actually compliment you appearance. Keep going if you really want it... I'm in that mood."[/yellow]

Three steel ninja stars zipped down his longsleeve tee shirt. His right hand was grasping them while his cold manevolent stare continued to press into the kid. He didn't have to kill her unless she made the first move. An unnecessary quarrel would disrupt the balance, giving Darcy the right to wipe the foor with her face. There were kids in the class that he thought was alright. Wally West though seeming a little immature at times was a pretty alright guy. Darcy's fingers savored the throwing blades he had stored in his knuckles. He was just hoping to get that right... The bitch...

((MERRY CHRISTMAS! xD ))

[Peter Bishop]

Chase stared down at the packet Darcy had just set down on her desk. It was ridiculously thick and heavy. "Well, apparently Mr. Leone, you don't know how to follow directions." She snarled, and looked at the final page of his play, it said 30 at the bottom of it. "The assignment was to write a two-page play. Three or four is acceptable, but a 30 page play? Do you really expect me to read it?" Chase rolled her eyes. "I'm only grading the first two pages." She added and leaned back in her chair.

Then Ms. Cri came up with the papers from her row. "See Miss Chase, i got it done!" Chase took the papers from her and put them ontop of Darcy’s. “How surprising,” She said and skimmed through Victoria’s play. ”Interesting topic. But nonetheless, good job.” Chase praised, she couldn’t be the mean teacher all the time.

She collected the rest of the papers and put them in her bag. Chase was going to have a long weekend, she had five class periods of grading to get through. It was going to suck. She had noticed that the class had gotten all chatty all of a sudden. ”HEY! Pay attention!” Chase growled, a little louder than she meant to.

[equini]

Bruce, next door to Chase's classroom heard her growl and stuck his head in. "Hello Ms. Pennington. Is something wrong? I heard something, and thought I'd check in." Bruce was just making conversation, and smiled. He had been checking up on each of his students' files, and needed a break. This little debacle seemed perfect for him. He smiled, and looked around, seeing students talking. "Well, everything looks fine, I'll just be going now, unless you need something." Bruce's words were effected by his callous lack of care, he simply wanted to get out of that room.

[Darcy Leone]

Darcy continued to stare at Cassandra before Bruce Wayne walked in. So THAT was him. The famous Bruce Wayne. He dresses about as a bat but the world needed others like him. His eyes moved over to Pennington. Darcy didn't need to follow an idiot's directions. He created an epic and the old decrepit woman was only to grade two pages of it? He got up, now ignoring Cassandra. He figured he would deal with her another time. He smiled like a smartass at his teacher.

[yellow]"Well Ms. Pennington. If you weren't such a bitch, we'd all have reason to follow your direction. I don't feel like I'm learning in here. Your teaching methods are mediocre at best. Chow."[/yellow]

He walked out of the room and decided to skip school for the day. He better just keep his mouth shut from now on. He could become like his master and kill every unworthy teacher or person... But he couldn't. Against his code. He had more pressing matters at hand. Like gathering intell on Bruce Wayne. The motor on his red Mustang roared as he rode out into mid-Gotham. Where he lived.

[equini]

Bruce chased the kid out of her classroom, and tapped him on the shoulder as he ran. The kid kept going, so he ran after him, and hopped in his lamborghini, flying down the road after the red mustang. "Hey, Punk! Don't disrespect teachers like that" He called, catching up with the kid on the road, almost drowned out by the roar of his engine.

[Darcy Leone]

Darcy continued to ignore him until he realized through the window that it was Bruce Wayne. He swerved his car to the side and parked. Walking out, he walked towards Wayne's Lamborghini. Christ that was an expensive car... Very beautiful though. His hands went in his pockets as he pulled a typical teenager look. Rolling his eyes and acting like he didn't care. When really... He wanted to get to know Wayne... How he was able to defeat his master...

[yellow]"What the hell do you want?"[/yellow]

Act, act, act away. Make the realists go astray. Darcy didn't need much to act like a moody teenager. And for the silent type, he was a very good actor. He wanted to hear the next words that came out of Wayne's mouth. He was intrigued.

[flash]

And people thought Wally was full of himself. It was hard to keep his eyes gazing inattentively at his desk with the spectacle Darcy was making. Honestly, even in school full of powerful students, West thought Leone was being a little out of line. He was being downright disrespectful. People just didn’t treat each other like that, not even if they knew each other. West’s grey eyes drifted up in slight surprise as Darcy outdid himself and stood up, calling Ms. Pennington a bitch.

Wally’s eyes went wide with surprise. Sure, Chase Pennington could certainly be a ball-buster, but she was still really attractive. Even if this was his worst class, he actually liked his young teacher the best. Even if he never spoke in her class. As with almost everyone else, West watched Darcy walk right out of the class and then let out a disbelieving laugh as Bruce Wayne took off after the supposed teenager. “ ‘ the fuck thinks he is?” Considering the fragmented comment, it was obvious that he did not mean to say so for anyone else to hear. He had a tendency to speak louder than he intended to though, especially when trying to whisper.

Darcy seemed to be in intriguing fellow, and West was still trying to decide if he liked him or not. He had a difficult personality, but seemed to be the type that one might grow to like the better he knew Darcy. Not that anything about him made that seem an easy job.

[Peter Bishop]

Chase's jaw dropped. Did he just call her a bitch? He was just an annoying student, and he called a teacher a bitch. Well fff..." She was going to just say 'fuck you', but she had to set an example. "I suppose you all could fill in the blanks." Chase said and looked towards the door to see if he was coming back . "When he comes back...remind me to kick his puny ass." She told the class, they may view it as a joke, but she was dead serious. No one could get away with calling her a bitch.

Chase calmed herself down and sat ontop of her desk. "So, before that little scene that that brat made, I was going to explain how I have something fun and nothing to do with what we have been learning for you guys to d," She said, and stood up, walking towards the whiteboard. Chase drew the best hangman she could. "We will play holiday hangman," She explained and held the marker out in front of her. "Whoever grabs it first can go..first," Chase added.