fandomhigh | Creative Writing, Period 6 2/14

Yuki stands before the class today looking at them all more coldly than usual. He coughs slightly and begins his lecture.

“Now today I want you to partner up and discuss your basic plots for your stories. Last week you decided the motives of your characters, you want a way to meet or thwart them in the story. Or at least have your characters pursue them. Make sure to note any more minor characters that will be involved and turn in a basic outline to me and we’ll discuss it. I’ll okay it... eventually. And then you can leave.”

“However, before you start, I wanted to tell you something very important about today. Valentine’s Day. It’s a waste of your time. Love is just a fallacy that society pressures you to believe in. You want to know why?”

“The fake idea of "love" sells crap like books and cards and movies and candy. You kids eat it all up. You’re hungry for that feeling they tell you about, it’s just a charade. You think it's something you can actually attain, but you can't because it doesn't exist. It’s just a fabrication to make cold hard cash. Don’t waste your time believing in something ridiculous. Being an adult is all about not caring about stupid feelings like that. Sleep with as many people as you can. That’s all you should worry about. So I hope you all spend your time wisely tonight rather than buying flowers and getting deceived by your peers.”

“Well. That said, get to work.”

((OOC: Feel free to handwave, but as always, real material means real responses and don't hesitate to call his bluff. Hah. Or TRY to. Have a wonderful Valentine's Day!))

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Chat about your plots and/or goof around.

Hamlet looked around for someone to partner up with.

Angela took a seat near Hamlet. "Want to work together?"

"Sounds good to me," Hamlet said, moving over slightly to make it more convenient for group work. "What kind of story are you working on? I think mine is likely to end up with most of the characters dying."

"Kind of a supernatural high school romance between two gay guys/" Angela said. "One has superspeed and the other can draw the future, but there's still a lot of prejudice against their relationship."

"How come all your people are gonna die?"

Turtle had something more important to accomplish before she worried about partnerwork. If she couldn't get detention from Mr. Yuki, she'd really have to pull out the stops and do something extravagant, and she quite frankly didn't have the energy.

So his little anti-love speech was accented by a few spitballs. Turtle really wished she had better aim...

"I think someone has issues," Jake whispered to Turtle.

Turtle smirked a little, slumping in her seat as she carefully tried to aim another spitball toward Yuki's head and then sent it sailing to miss, but hopefully it was still noticeable. "No kidding," she responded, idly tearing off another slip of paper for the next. "But he does have a point. Valentine's Day is one of the key hot holidays for sales, bested only by Christmas and Mother's Day."

"Thanks, by the way," she added, with a smirk and a little tilt of her head to show him how she'd weaved the rose he'd gotten her into her braid. At least, she was pretty certain it was him. She was certainly clever enough to deciepher who JGjr could be.

"Hey Reptile. If you've got something to say, say it in writing." He looked at the spitballs distainfully, how juvinille.

Turtle grinned, ripping a small half sheet of paper from her notebook, scribbling down Poor, Bitter Mr. Yuki has no one to love before crunching it up into a ball and throwing it at his head.

...He was almost making this too easy.

He picks it up and opens it. "I happen to have a pink haired slave at home who would do anything for me."

Okay, Turtle so didn't need to know that.

Not knowing how to respond to that, she just flicked another spitball at him. "Sounds like someone just needs a hug," she commented.

He grins at Turtle, her reaction egging him on slightly. "When I hug someone I steal their soul.."

He wasn't supposed to grin! He was supposed to get annoyed. Turtle pouted. "Steal their soul? What are you, trying to be Vader or something now? Where's all your scary intimidating black?"

And the giving me of detention, dammit.

"I don't need to wear black to be intimidating."

Turtle snorted a laugh at that. "Okay, Blondie. Whatever you say."

Toss.

"Do your work or I'll fail you right now."

Fail? Just jump right to the fail? Turtle gawked for a moment before, rolling her eyes, she turned back to Jake (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1237634.html?thread=72683906#t72683906). "I'm working, I'm working," she muttered to Yuki.

"You're welcome," Jake said, and leaned back to watch Turtle vs Yuki.

Disgruntled over the so far failed attempts to get a detention out Yuki, Turtle sighed and turned back to Jake. "So, plot. I already got mine, really, it's just a matter of figuring out how I want it to end. What've you got?"

Hey, she was doing her work now. So what if, on occasion, she still flicked a tiny bullet of paper in Yuki's general direction?

"Um." Jake looked down at his sketchpad. "Anna gets kidnapped, Captain Arker saves her and then they fall in love and live happily ever after?" It was possible that 'fall in love' was euphemism for 'have hot lesbian sexxors'.

Which Turtle is thankfully oblivious of, because she wouldn't even begin to know what to think about that.

"Mine's got someone staying in a potentially haunted house to win an inheritance, but I haven't decided if it really is haunted, or if it's all just a fluke..."

Nova was a bit surprised at Yuki's retreat from the lesson plan. Nova didn't know too much about Valentine's Day. There was only so much you could learn when you're a soul in a piece of candy in someone's storage room. Moving away from the teacher's rant, Nova thought about his story and making a good plot.

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