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dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Eight inches? Jude didn't know imperial very well, but that just sounded insane.

So there was only one thing to do, one logical course of action to follow. The resurrection of a proud Fandom High tradition (hey, he'd done it once before, hadn't he?).

So now, Jude was standing in front of the dorms in his Awesome suit, jacket and skateboard nearby, holding aloft a sign that said simply, 'FREE HUGS'. A stack of similar signs was at his feet.

[[I have to go have blood tests done soon, but post is open for hugs and for people to grab a sign and join in.]]

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry had ~~handwavily~~ ordered a compendium of eastern sword theory. After marking all the sections that followed what Setsuna had been teaching him, Henry focused on practicing the defensive moves. He was seriously considering not learning a single attack strategy.

OOC: Wide, wide open. Henry would appreciate the company.

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry drug his trunk into the B side of the cabin, and all but collapsed onto it. It was way too heavy, and the contents too fragile, for such a long haul. After taking a minute to rest, he set up his bed (he took A4, and hoped that it wasn't wrong of him to choose without asking), and put away his clothing.
When he was finished, Henry pulled out a book and waited. He was excited to meet his cabinmates.

[ooc: Both the door and the post are open, both to cabinmates(Eeee, Ami and Setsuna!), and anyone stopping by.]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka stared at the rubble. The school was gone, sure, but the dorms had still been standing. And the salle was attached to the dorms, so he hadn't thought...

With a strangled cry, he ran over to where the weapons locker had been and started tearing at the pile of rubble, without finding anything.

"NOOOOOO!" he cried. "BOOOOOOOOMERAAAAANG!!!!"

He dug frantically, and... then realized he was in the wrong place. He scrambled around looking again, and there was the weapons locker, a little battered but otherwise unharmed, sitting behind a large piece of roof.

He pulled it open, grabbed his boomerang, and clutched it to his chest, petting and kissing it.

"THERE you are! Don't SCARE me like that!!!"

[[OOC: State of the weapons locker okayed by the mods. YAY!
Post is open to anyone who wants to come nuggle their weppieons.]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Usually, in the downtime before one of her students arrived, Setsuna would be working through her forms to a point where she became completely obsessed with them but, today, she was moving through them in an almost disenchanted sort of way. They were still strong, they were still good, they were just...mediocre compared to how she usually approached them. She was distracted by far too many other things to get so easily caught up.

All those random little happy sighs probably weren't helping either, and she tried to shake her head and shake them away and focus on Yuunagi, but it was quite the struggle.

[[ Setsuna here for her training session with

apocalypsesoon, but open for all your salle needs! ]]

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry had the fencing book back out from the library, and was actually trying to put his forms to practical use. He had a vague defensive strategy planned out, and was trying to get comfortable with it. Questions flooded his mind as he worked.
Then again, one of the Jeopardy clouds had gotten him earlier that day. There were a lot of questions in his head...

ooc: The Salle is open, as usual. Henry's up for a training match, if anyone wants to fight a very easy opponent.

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry had gotten Daisuke the practice sword out of the locker, and was trying some of the elementary forms about which he'd read in a book. He had the book with him, and had propped it open on the ground so he could look at it as he worked. Though it was much tougher without a teacher, Henry wasn't doing too poorly of a job.

[ooc: Open like an open thing. Henry won't fight, but he is distractible.]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had fashioned for himself a paper megaphone and was walking up and down the dorm hallways, shouting 'artistic' directions to everyone he came across.
He hadn't seen a single clapper loader, gaffer, or grip all day, and it was starting to perturb him. To top it off, his cameraman seemed AWOL, but he was willing to go out on a limb and say that he had finally decided to go with his suggestion to use hidden cameras for maximum feel while scenes were being played out.
This meant, however, that the boom operator would have to be extra careful to keep the boom out of the shot.
"AND WHERE IS MY LOW-FAT NO-WHIP SOY LATTE, PEOPLE?"
He was a director. This obligated him to shout.

(OOC: Open all day for anyone who wants to have random stage directions thrown at them in the hall or who wants to be hired into Famous Director Mr. Valenteen's movie crew. I have the day off, so I'm looking forward to much crack!)

Current Mood: artistic

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette was crawling up and down the dorm hallways, very slowly, and pouting and mumbling to herself as she went.

"Stupid magnifying glass doesn't work." She banged it on the floor a couple times and continued on.

She sniffed and pushed her hair back out of her face. "Stupid fish throwing fishman!"

Her knees were getting sore so she hurried back to her room and put on her kneepads, then resumed her search in the halls. On her hands and knees. She was also tired of holding the magnifying glass so she strapped it onto her forehead so the glass hung at a mild slant over her left eye.

"If I don't find it, I'm going to hunt down that stinky fish thing and shoot him in his internal gonads. Yes I am."

Shuffle. Shuffle.

"Dammit."

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry was playing his violin again. He'd mistakenly bought some modern sheet music, Shostakovich. The piece featured terribly dissonant chords, and a generally unpleasant effect. To its merit, the piece was wonderfully technical, and Henry's fingers played it with a certain polish.
But that didn't stop it from sounding really ugly.

[ooc: Unless your character’s a masochist like Henry, feel free to have them yell at him. Roof remains ever open.]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

There was a sign tacked up on the doorframe of the common room.

In Japanese, it read: //"Saotome Ranma! If you come anywhere near this room, I will rip your heart out with my bare hands and then force the twins who are supposed to be keeping you away right now to eat it raw!!!"//

Below that, in English, it read: "Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. Please don't mind the mess."

Because, in the common room, in a flurry of activity, panic, and the occasional string of angry Japanese, Setsuna was trying to make an ultra-special, uber-chocolatey and perfect and impressive and amazing cake. She even forced herself to break the eggs. It was...an interesting experience, to say the least, but she was determined that she was not going to mess up this opportunity to prepare for Ranma the best honmei-choco imaginable.

[[ s'open, but Set might be very violent toward criticism ^_~ ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

It was Thursday, which meant Setsuna had no classes and would be using her day for training. Her work in the salle this morning would be just minor, though, to be used as a warm-up to prepare herself for later when she was meeting with John in the gym for a spar. Her excitement was palpable; she hadn't had a good spar, especially not one with the practise swords, in a while.

Assuming, of course, John could give her a good spar.

Even the sessions Setsuna considered 'light' had her pretty deeply into some complicated forms and moves.

[[ salle's open ]]

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Jude had decided that it was too cold to skateboard outside.

Thus, skateboarding inside.

Besides, he had an audience. He had named the big coconut on the left Mongo. The little one was Caitlin. The two that kept bumping into everything were Little Jude and Jude Jr. It went on.

[[So very open.]]

Current Music: Strathspey to Heaven - Adam Cooke

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette felt the need to get hot, to perspire, to work her muscles.

Thus she was at the gym, doing all three. And maybe not necessarily in that order.

Currently? She was on the treadmill.

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Edward's feet sunk into the floor a little with every step. When he touched something, the tips of his fingers passed through the object. And to top it all off, he was translucent. Edward was dealing with this using his favorite problem-solving method:
Seeking to beat the crap out of whatever had done this to him.

[ooc: Open like the dorms would be if there were no roof. Except that we're on the roof, at the moment... never mind, it's just open!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

It was Thursday, so Setsuna was training. Even if she was a little later than she usually would have been, she certainly felt like she had enough on her mind to hack and slash and be annoyed about ~~as well as a cool new icon to use~~.

Unlike her usual sessions, though, she was feeling extremely distractable today.

[[ salle's open ]]

defiantlyyours.livejournal.com

Number 6 had been in the shower since shortly after waking up. Number 6 intended to stay in the shower until the grotesque harlotry of the weekend washed off.

He was getting very pruney. Someone would pay.

[OOC: The bathroom is open for all of your "wash this weekend right out of my hair" needs. Don't bother 6 unless you're a complete perv]

Current Mood: dirty

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Edward Hyde was working on a punching bag, and destroying it in the process. Hey, it was the punching bag's fault that it wasn't made of sterner stuff.
Maybe someone else around here was. Hyde was eager to crush some superpowers.

[ooc: The Gym ~~of course this didn't just say "The Salle" a minute ago. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you~~ is open, and Edward's looking for a fight.]

bookyeve.livejournal.com

After finally being released from Detention, Nefertiri went down to the salle to practice with her knives and staves. Perhaps the naked dancing boys are down there. They had to be somewhere, after all.

She stripped down to her loincloth and camisole, and began a series of passes with her knives, mask in place.

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry couldn't stand another minute alone in his room. Edward's voice was letting out a constant stream of abuse, and it was taking all of Henry's self-control not to just give in and let Edward lumber around the place. He went to the common room to work on some homework, hoping for a distraction.

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry managed to make his way to the dorm roof. He'd had a busy week, and needed to relax. He pulled some sheets out of his folder, and opened up his violin case. He tightened the bow strings and rosined them up. The violin needed a serious amount of tuning, due to the climate change. But it was quickly ready. He snapped on a shoulder rest, tucked the instrument under his chin, and started to play. Mozart's first violin concerto in G minor.

[ooc: Open like a box that doesn't even have a lid to close.]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

While waiting for Henry, Setsuna was working a few forms with the gorgeous Narnian sword Peter had brought for her, getting use to its balance, its weight. It was lighter than she remembered Rhindon being, but it was also so short, by comparrison to Yuunagi, but she still liked the feel of it. Not nearly as graceful, but that was the style, and she could easily adapt to it. She quickly initiated a few sequences. Yes, she could definately get used to using her....

[[ she's expecting

henryoredward eventually, maybe, but salle's open for all use ]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

It felt like it had been a while since Setsuna got to spend some good, focused one-on-one time with Yuunagi. After a short series of stretches and warm-up, she retrieved the nodachi from the weapons locker and set to her basic forms, building up into her minor Shinmei Ryuu attacks. Nothing special, just a girl and her sword...doing flips and slightly flying (without wings) and leaving small wind scratches on the wall. Typical stuff.

[[ salle's open ]]

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

Chris decided to make himself comfortable in the common room and flipped through the TV channels until he hit on the football playoffs.

defiantlyyours.livejournal.com

Number 6 was peering over the edge of the roof with a pair of field glasses, taking notes on the students passing by and jotting down suspicious behavior. He would find out which were the prisoners and which were the wardens...

[OOC: Ping to the OCD "Being Watched" thread if you want 6 to see you on the school lawn and what your character is doing as they are idly passing by. No action is too mundane for suspicion. Obviously, the roof is also open for your interactiony needs.]

ETA: [And 6 has fled the roof! OMG can't keep that up, peoples. You're all completely awesome. No new pings to 6 in the threads (I will continue his existing interactions). Roof remains open for all non-6 conversation.]

Current Mood: suspicious

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry decided to make breakfast. This was, undoubtedly, the first time he'd ever attempted such a task. But he figured that it couldn't be too hard. He'd watched his cook cooking before, so he felt very positive about the whole thing.
After figuring out how to work the stove, Henry set about the task of making scrambled eggs.

thebluespirit.livejournal.com

Zuko apparently was the first to get to the salle. He took off his shoes and shirt, just like it was required for an Agni Kai. Not that this fight would be like a real Fire Duel. For one, his roommate couldn't use fire. As he waited for Fray to show up, Zuko started practising some firebending moves as way to warm up.

((For the roommate, but the post is definitely open for people who want to use the salle or who want to watch the 'spar'. ~~Wait for OCD please!~~ Weeeee! Done!))

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Though Henry had been there for a few days, it was Edward’s first night at Fandom. His face was flushed with the simple joy of existing. To him the night was beautiful and everything oddly sacred.
But being quickly tired with that, he went looking for some property to vandalize.

[ooc: Open to anyone. Edward's ready to meet some new people.]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Teddy was on the couch, watching seizure inducing cartoons. After radio broadcast from last night said that Cassie was talking to people about him, he needed something insanely violent to take his mind off traitorous ex-teammates.

He had no idea what was going on in the show, something about a fighting tournament and some ultimate prize. And man was the main character's hair weird.

[[ooc: open as common rooms are wont to be]]

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

JD was in the common room, baking cookies. Or, rather, trying to bake cookies. If he could just stop eating the dough. So far none had actually made it into the oven.

Laddie, his stuffed dog, was with him, dressed in a chef hat and holding a whisk in his mouth.

((OOC: Open.))

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Entries tagged with henry jekyll/edward hyde

Lawn in front of the dorms, Thursday after first period

Camp Gym, Wednesday Afternoon

Sphinx Cabin, Friday Afternoon

Ruins of the salle, Monday morning

The Salle; Thursday Afternoon.

The Salle, Monday Evening

The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

Dorm Hallways, Wednesday After Lunch

Dorm Hallways - Monday after lunch

The Roof, Thursday Evening

Fourth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon (after classes)

The Salle; Thursday Morning.

First floor lobby, Monday after classes

The Gym - Monday late afternoon

The Roof- Thursday Evening

The Salle; Late Morning to Afternoon.

[2nd Floor Men's Bathroom/Shower, Lunchtime] Scrub scrub scrub

The Gym- Sunday Night

The Salle, after Detention

Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

The Roof- Thursday Night

The Salle; Wednesday Afternoon (lunch through sixth period)

The Salle; Tuesday Afternoon.

Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Afternoon

[Dorm Roof, Sunday Morning] Scouting

Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

The salle - morning

Lurking around outside, Thursday Night

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday morning

5th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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