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Creative Writing, Period 6 1/24

Yuki seemed to be in an almost pleasant mood today. He stands to begin his lecture, “Good afternoon. I hope none of you suffered a large amount of psychological trauma this past weekend, and if you have, think of it as good writing material.”

“Today we’re going to look in depth into the most important base for a story. Good characters. They’re more important than the setting, or plot. Once you have solid characters, the rest will work itself out. Today is the first day you’re going to work on your final piece. I want you to create two firm characters and submit them to me by the end of class with a short description of each.”

“This doesn’t have to be final, but I want you to begin creating the characters that are going to drive your story. I also what you to doodle the two characters that you’re submitting, just because.” Just because he wants to laugh at your art skills. To himself later on, of course. “Oh and Hoodie-Brain, you don’t need to draw the character along the lines.”

((OOC: Sorry for putting this up a bit late, I’ve got a busy day today since I’m going to see Wicked with my family, I’ll be on tonight however to pick up any and all tags))

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Take notes? Pass notes? Sleep? Try not to think about what you unwittingly did this weekend?

During the lecture Nova had his head down, hiding his face and resisting the urge to zip his hood shut completely. His turtle plushie, which had accompanied him to class, lightly patted him on the head as if understanding his discomfort and trying to comfort him.

Yuki raises an eye at Nova and after finishing speaking he stares at him. "Did you bring your stuffed animal to sleep in class Hooded Wonder?"

Nova shook his head, freaked out about being called out in class and still nervous about seeing Yuki after the whole weekend business.

The little plushie gave Yuki a cold stare, at least as cold a stare as a cute little turtle could give anyone.

Turtle was starting at Nova's turtle with morbid curiosity. Because it was moving now. And it was a turtle. She really hoped it stared back, because that would be...was it irony? Yeah, had to be irony. Maybe she should ask Mr. Yuki. Or just stare some more.

I'm looking at you, turtle. What are you gonna do about it, huh?

...Turtle was in a strange mood today.

The little turtle seemed to read Turtle's challenging expression. It did some fancy desk hopping as it tried to reach her.

Nova stared in surprise.

Oh! Cool! It was coming to see her! Hopefully not to hit her in the face for staring at it.

"Hi, little Turtle," she whispered when it came closer, with a dart of her eyes to where Mr. Yuki was still babbling on about character development or something stupid like that. "I'm...bigger Turtle."

It had originally planned an attack from the front, maybe aiming for the girl's nose, but then the little turtle had to stop when it heard what she said. He eyed her suspiciously, attempting a turtly scowl.

Nova was trying to figure out what to do if his plushie got violent again.

The little turtle didn't exactly have a mouth to scowl with, Turtle noticed, but the expression could definitely be read in the sinking up his eyebrow...thingies. She returned the glare.

"What?" she whispered a challenge. "I'm bigger than you, so I win."

He had to turn away and think about this. She did have a point. Still there had to be some way he could use this information to his advantage.

He thought the best thing to do now was try to get on her good side. He turned back now, trying to look as harmless and cute as possible. He even did a few somersaults.

Turtle was so not going to fall for that. "You think being all cute now will make me forget that glare?" she whispered to it. "Doesn't work like that, pal. If being cute got everyone what they wanted, heck, I'd be president already."

...it was pretty cute, though. And she did want to see more somersaults, because he was pretty good at them.

Well that didn't work. He decided the direct approach was best. He made a dive for the nearest arm and proceeded to scale Mt. Turtle.

Where exactly were the controls on one of these things? There had to be some way to harness Turtle's great size for his bidding.

"Ack!" Turtle winced at her sudden acclaimation, but, hey, what the heck, there was a little stuffed turtle mounting her at the moment. She could afford to interrupt class a little.

"Hey!" she whispered to it. "Get offa me!"

Why wasn't weird hood kid doing anything to keep his turtle in control? Honestly! Ohhhhh, if that turtle so much as even thought about touching her braid....She quickly flung a little ball of paper at Nova's head. "Hey! Nova! Get your turtle under control!"

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Well, he couldn't stay in his room forever. Hamlet seemed to be focusing a little too hard on taking class notes, and trying to avoid any mention of things he may or may not have done over the past weekend.

Nova watched his roommate who seemed even more disturbed than Nova himself.

As Nadia took notes, the little stuffed, winged pink pony that would not leave her alone balanced carefully on her shoulder and made quiet commentary on how she should try to make her handwriting nicer.

Maybe it didn't like ponies; maybe it didn't like pink; or maybe it just didn't like anyone it didn't know. Yeah, the third one sounds about right. Anyway, Nova's little turtle plushy made a beeline for the flying pink pony, tiny arms prepared to attack.

The pony was less than prepared, and reacted to this attack with a loud squawk of pink-pony-outrage.

"That's not nice, happy, or friendly at all!"

The turtle didn't care much about those things. He wanted the pony to come down to his level and grapple. He made a leap for the flying thing, using all the strength in his little legs.

~~Well, I had originally figured the pony couldn't actually fly, but that works. . . .~~

The pony was not going to put up with this. "I'll show you what we do to peope who aren't nice, happy, or friendly!" It aimed stumpy, plush pink hooves at the turtles head and let out a bellow of berserker rage.

Really, Nadia had been trying to tell people that this thing had to be evil. Now here was her proof.

~~oops, my mistake~~

The turtle, who was still in mid leap, couldn't avoid the hooves coming toward it. He was hit pretty hard and went tumbling. He tried to get up as quickly as he could and made a quick scurrying retreat behind Nadia's arm.

Nova was pondering breaking this up before stuffing went flying everywhere.

Nadia glanced at the turtle, then over to the pony, which was still quivering with barely supressed rage, then back at the turtle.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't proper classroom behavior," she hissed to both of them.

The little turtle wasn't interested in being told what to do. It intended to shoot Nadia a mean stare and possibly a kick as well, but it stopped after looking all the way up to see her face. If toys could blush, the turtle did right now.

Nadia gave the turtle an admonishing look, not knowing of its blushy attitude.

Yuki was trying to ignore all this stuffed animal crap, because drawing attention to it would just distract everyone more. And Yuki... happened to keep a seam ripper in his desk. He pulled it out quite obviously and hoped those stuffed animals would get the picture.