Living History [Closed]

[Morgan Tonaya]

“That fact that all the teachers hate you should tell you something.” Morgan said cheekily after a bit of a grunt. Sassy wasn’t really Morgan’s steal but his nerves were still marginally tweaked by having had to lose control like that. Also, he was a little irritated by the warmth in his hands that was fading away into an uncomfortable coolness. Getting his mood back would involve a batch of cookies and a serious date with some comic books.

Shaking his head and laughing at the hopeless stupidity of his two students, Morgan gestured out the window. “The state of Vermont won’t let us go hunting, and I hate to bust your bubble” ---but not really. Secretly he loved it as a subversive form of revenge--- “but we won’t be covering First Americans.” He said with a little fake pout. “The time period doesn’t quite extend into the study of New World civilizations.” Looking up to the ceiling to insure he remembered correctly, Morgan nodded slowly. “However we will definitely be covering some African tribes…and towards the end of things we’ll be taking a look at the Nordic tribes.” Like they knew what that meant… Morgan looked back to his students. “Vikings.”

Though Morgan wouldn’t be covering his ears, he would be staying shocked at the consistent stream of filth that came out of Spidey and Charmander’s mouths. He never cursed like that. Not even now that he was older and free to do as he wished did he curse like that. Not even when he jammed his little toe on the side table drawers did he curse like that. Culture was a ruiner of innocence, that was to be certain.

Arrested from his disbelief and shame of the current cultural acceptability of foul language (‘You kiss your mother with that mouth?!’ he thought sadly to himself), Morgan regarded Vincent with the same hidden triumph that he had been able to use on Sam. “Also, hats like that never existed. Sorry.” Ah, sweet victory. Vincent did, however, get a little bit of retribution beyond that which was offered to Sam. “But, many tribes of some of the ancient cultures we’ll be studying wore the skins of their animal kills on their bodies as proof of their courage. That includes the head.” Morgan explained. Why he was explaining? He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t guarantee that the two were even listening. “So, how’d you like to have a wolf-skull hat instead?”

Blinking and jumping slightly at the slinging around of the word “tits,” Morgan cleared his throat. Calling a girl Tits was remarkably offensive, but that this point Morgan was more worried about the trouble he could sense brewing. Unfortunately he couldn’t say anything just yet, since Spidey’s threat could have been totally empty. One thing was certain though: Secrets never made friends, and telling secrets didn’t do much better. Plus Vincent’s laughter was so disconcerting, Morgan was really beginning to be on edge.

[Samuel Rixon]

Vincent and Sam didn’t need a miracle to graudate. It was quite simple, actually. All they really needed was to each date someone that would keep them on track and studying, as opposed to drinking and playing video games. Separate, they were bad. Sam was known for shouting out random, completely unrelated to the topic answers. According to him, World War II was spawned because the Nazis had invaded Canada, as opposed to Poland. And took place “a long time ago.” Yes, Morgan. This is what you get to deal with, you poor thing. Together, they were awful. But with all four members of the Idiot Brigade in class, things just... went to hell. They did things like burst out with ‘The Waffle Song’ in the middle of class, and were generally a massive distraction. ... Why Ember associates herself with them, I will never know.

“They don’t hate us! They think we’re... uh... interesting?” Yes, Sam. Interesting in that you manage to derail the class in about six seconds flat. Of course, that line of thought was also derailed at Vincent’s insult. “Fuck off Twatmonger.” Yeah. The foul language wasn’t going anywhere fast. Except perhaps to detention.

Back to Morgan. It’s like a tennis match, watching Sam focus and refocus (at least, focus as best as he can) on his friend and his teacher. He didn’t follow most of what Morgan said. First Americans.... New World civilizations... Nordic – Vikings. He grinned. “Oh fuckin’ sweet. Vikings are fuckin’ awesome.” Oh Sam. I’m fairly certain Vikings did a great deal more than sail in boats in scary hats and grunt. Of course, now he’s thinking of raping and pillaging and... Morgan needs to keep this class under control. Of course, Morgan telling Vincent that hats with horns didn’t really fit into real history, Sam just pointed and grinned. “HA. You’d look fuckin’ ugly in a horn hat anyway, fucktard.” Watch it Sammy. You’re going to get punched.

Now. Sammy was very very protective of a certain secret. So when Vincent started laughing, this just couldn’t be good. He knew that. And what came out of his mouth was not something Sammy wanted to hear. He scowled, ready to punch Vincent in his stupid face, if he didn’t knock it off. Normally, he wouldn’t think, but with the threat of seeing Dr. Neville over his head? He’d behave. “You fuckin’ do and I’ma fuckin’ fix you like a dog. With fire.” Castration by flames? Hell yes, if Vin kept it up. ... Sorry, Morgan.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Rriiiiing.

As if on cue, an arm reached out from under the covers, trying to put the alarm off. After a couple of missed attempts, Zac finally reached the alarm clock’s reset button, but still, the ring didn’t stop. He tried pressing the button a couple of times to no avail. “Oh no,” he mumbled, springing from his bed with eyes wide open, “That is so not the warning bell, please no.”

/Cheetah./

Forcing himself, to get up from the daze he’s in, Zac decided that the only way to get to class before the period ends is to be in a cheetah’s speedy shoes. While not exactly the goody-two-shoes his dad forces him to be, he isn’t exactly the idle, irresponsible, eternally-late student either. Well, he was, but after so many sermons from his dad, Cedric and a handful of Hammel professors, he decided that it’s not best to be late for class, for his ears’ sake. And everything would’ve worked out fine, had he not have psychopathic dream manipulating roommates. Yes, that’s right, he had to put all the blame on his new roomies. And maybe then will he be transferred to a new one.

You see, Zac just transferred to the dorm room he’s currently residing. He was originally in a co-ed dorm room, but apparently, after one training session, he forgot to turn off his animal-related gift and suddenly turned on one of his roomies. While the damage wasn’t all that bad, his dad was extremely disturbed by what had happened, fearing what the news might do to them and their clan’s reputation, immediately requested a room transfer for his son. While Zac wasn’t too fond of the news, he figured the event would finally be the way for his dad to consider building their own mansion near the school grounds. To his dismay, his dad turned down the idea again, and instead he found himself in an all-male dorm room, with an annoying dream-manipulator and a sleepyhead to beat. Just his luck.

And his frustrations still don’t end there. He struggled the entire night to stay awake, fearing what his roommate might do to him and his dreams. Zac tried to tap into a nocturnal mammal to help him stay awake, but he forgot that even night animals need to sleep; daily torpor seems to be an integral part of animal biology. When daybreak came, he fell asleep, ignoring his alarm clock’s ringing.

Zac sped through his room with such speed, arranging his school stuff and picking out his clothes for the day. With the help of his newfound speed, he managed to transform his usual 1-hour bath time into a mere 10 minutes. He immediately got dressed, grabbed his stuff and rushed out. “Breakfast can wait,” he said.

Cursing under his breath, he ran through the halls, checking his schedule for his room assignment. “History, great,” he mumbled, “With my luck, I’ll fall asleep within the first few minutes of class.” Despite the speed the cheetah provided, Zac was still arrived at the door late. Well, around 20-30 minutes late. Not exactly the first impression one wants to give on the first day. “If only there was a mammal who could control time,” he sighed.

He looked a little too plain than usual, wearing a simple white shirt, khaki shorts and brown shoes. He brushed his bangs off his eyes for the last time before knocking three times and turning the knob. ‘Lucky this teacher’s a new one,’ he thought, checking his schedule one last time, ‘else I’d hear the boring ’Zac-why-are-you-late-again’ speeches.’

Just as he opened the door, a white light flashed in front of his eyes. He could feel the animals inside him squirming as it was a little too bright for comfort. “Woah. That was one heck of a camera flash,” he joked. Blinking rapidly and shaking his head a few times to get out of the daze, he approached the teacher, bowing in front of him out of respect. “Err, Mr. Tonaya, I’m really sorry for coming to class a bit too late,” he said, quickly glancing at the board, “I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen agai-WHAT?! I’m in the class with these two nitwits?!” He was caught off guard the at sight of the two guys in the class room, causing him to shout unexpectedly. “Oh no, oh no,” he told himself, albeit a bit louder than usual, “This is so not happening. First with my roommates and now them?! What is the world turning into?”

[Vincent Verax]

It was hard enough for Vincent to pay attention in class when he was on his own, ut throw Sammy in there and you're just begging for chaos. Sam had a knack for bringing out the worst of Vincent's qualities, his expansive collection of swears and insults being one of them. Over the course of their friendship (as hard as it is to call two boys that fight everyday friends, that's really what they were) Vincent and Samuel had called each other every name in the book and then some. It was very, very rare (almost unheard of) for them to actually use their given names. No, they were Manson and Charmander when they were on good terms and "Fuckface" and "Shitbreath" when they weren't.

And as predictable as it was, the mention of Vikings nearly had Vincent falling over again. Vikings were the shit. Like Sammy, his mind wandered to the thoughts of giant battle axes and awesome beards (Vin would never sport a beard himself, it just wasn't his style, but he would certainly marvel at a great one) and how cool it would be to be a viking. Yes, he's simple minded, but at least he's not doing anything punish-ably stupid for now.

His face fell when Morgan told him that his manly horn-hat never existed and he swore under his breath. Force of habit, no matter what Morgan says or does, Vincent's going to have a potty mouth. And just in case you're wondering, when he was younger his mother did wash his mouth with soap. It changed nothing. Morgan redeemed himself with talk of a wolf-skull hat, which had Vincent leaning over the man's desk with an excited look on his face. "A fuckin' skull hat? Like.. y'fuckin' f'serious? Aw man, I think I fuckin' love ya." ... not what Morgan wanted to hear, I'm sure.

Sammy's threat of fiery castration made Vincent weight the pros and the cons of telling his secret, but when he realized that anything Sam did to him would heal right back up again, he just smirked. "It'd b'totally worth it." And just as he was about to continue on bragging, a kid that Vincent did not recognize burst through the door. His rambling confused him and for a moment he just stared at the kid blankly... and then he realized that he'd been insulted. So it may not have been to the severity that Sammy or Horus insulted him, but they were his friends and they could get away with it... mostly. He was pretty sure he'd never seen this kid before (though he probably has and has forgotten, what with his bad memory) and he was calling him a nitwit.

"Hey! Hey! Who th'fuck d'ya think ya are? Ya cuntfaced little weasel!" Oh, I'm sorry Zac. I really am. Vinnie doesn't take kindly to other people talking bad about him... people who are not part of the Idiot Brigade... or teachers (they had plenty of excuses to call him horrible names, simply because he is a horrible person.) Vincent was past the point of thinking with anything other than his fists right now, so if ever there was a better time for a certain blonde someone to appear... now would be it, before someone (namely Zac) gets hurt.

[Emma Cousins]

BAMF

As if summoned via a magic lamp and some rubbing, a blonde, skinny girl appeared in the middle of the room, with two Starbucks bags and her own, black leather handbag tossed over her shoulder. At first, it took her a moment to assess the situation, her lips parted as she noticed her favourite teacher surrounded by two of the biggest idiots in the world, and one kid she didn't recognise. Finishing her smoke and flicking it out the window, she set the bags on the table and arched her eyebrow.

"Hey hey Mr. T!" She called, swinging her legs over a desk and opening up one of the coffee cups, sipping an iced mocha latte. "What are you doing with this motley bunch?" Her voice was low and gravelly, no thanks to the cigarettes she'd been smoking. Emma continued to watch the drama unfold with her lips around the green straw, before she scoffed and threw a balled up paper napkin at Vincent's head. "You poor thing." She added sympatheticly to the poor blonde teacher, patting his arm before trotting over to Vincent and throwing her arms around him.

"Verax, whatcha getting pissed for?" She asked, peering over his shoulder and squeezing his waist. "C'mon, I have coffee? Leave the skinny guy alone!" Bribery often worked for Vincent, and Emma took his arms, dragging him away, then wagging a finger at him. "You're being a dick again, aren't you." It wasn't a question, and the blonde thrust a caramel latte at Vincent at full force. And now to sort out Sammy.

She did much of the same, throwing her arms around him and wagging her finger. "Poor Mr. T. You're bullying my favourite teacher y'know?" A fact that Morgan knew, since the girl was always bringing him lunch. "There's a panini in the bag, Mr. T. And a few slices of chocolate cake." The girl had already eaten her panini outside the cafe, and now she was just waiting for these kids to scram so she could talk to Morgan about her new crazy idea - naked skydiving.[/blockquote]

[Morgan Tonaya]

Don’t degrade your students. Don’t degrade your students. “Interesting is a nice way of saying dislike.” …Close enough. Morgan’s tone was flat, but surprisingly sympathetic. Despite the fact that Morgan was quickly becoming annoyed with the antics of his two students, he really had no reason to dislike them. They were spunky, and he was certain they were good at…well something. They had to be good at something, right? Morgan resisted the urge to lose all of his faith in the teenage population. Manson and Charmander did not represent the entire age group.

Morgan was thankful for Sam and Vincent’s bouts of interest in what he was saying, even if they were only passing. Fortunately good chunks of history were full of the carnage and debauchery he was sure the two boys would find fascinating, the Vikings in particularly. “Quite awesome: War, hallucinogenic drugs, pillaging…all that stuff.” He listed. Thank god the Vikings were generally just as terrible as pop culture made them out to me. Morgan wrinkled his nose at how easy it was to get Vincent to profess love for him. Now if only he could get him to behave. There quickly appeared to be absolutely no way to get that to happen.

Though he had been extremely weary of Vincent’s threat, Sam’s response made him even more uneasy. “Hey you two, knock it off.” He prompted weakly, moving so that he could leap between the boys if need be. The look on Vincent’s face just screamed so much trouble that Morgan couldn’t help the fearful falling of the pit of his stomach.

He jumped when the door snapped open and some kid began babbling. Morgan could feel an angry pounding in his ears, the beginnings of a migraine pulsing in his temples. He just looked at the incredibly rude child with complete and utter loss, then snapped his attention back to Vincent, his eyes narrowing. Cursing, Morgan could take. Punching between two rowdy friends, he could take. Threatening? He could take. Threatening people the boys didn’t know? Morgan had had enough. “Alright!” Morgan snapped, puffing up to a rather intimidating posture and pointing at Samuel and Vincent in turn. “Rixon. Verax. To Sean’s. NOW.” He boomed, surprisingly stern for his normally placid self. “And if I catch you not heading directly there I swear there will be blo---BAMF.”

Morgan’s punishing words were interrupted by the sound of Emma popping into the room. Finger still poised pointing at his students, he blinked stupidly at Emma. “E…Emma?” He squeaked, tilting his head. When Emma patted his arm he stumbled back slightly. What the hell was with today? She went about her business greeting her lackeys as if nothing had happened. Morgan’s temper was fading away with the promise of food, but that didn’t stop him from finishing his business.

“Gah! Everyone out. Rixon. Verax. Sean’s office. No dallying. And you!” he whipped around and pointed at poor Zac, who was still standing in the doorway. “You’re lucky. I’m not going to take role and I’m going to try to pretend this day never happened.” Morgan pushed his hand tiredly through his hair. “Class is cancelled for today. Don’t be late again and get out of here.” He grunted, glaring at Sam and Vin to move their asses to Sean’s office before he blinded them.

When he’d finally driven everyone away he sank into his desk chair, clutching the brown bag Emma had brought as if his life depending on it. Turning his eyes up to her, he looked as if he might cry with joy. “Oh god…Emma.” He whined softly, never having been happier to see his star trainee. Today? Today Emma was God.

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam was good at something. Oh, was he good at something. He was a talented little guy at getting into trouble. He was also an expert in finding things that were flammable. Not that he was a pyromaniac (not by choice, anyway). He just had bad luck with his power, and his attitude towards learning really wasn’t helping him in controlling it. How he was approaching Morgan’s class? Yeah. He was the same in all his classes, only with less enthusiasm, because math didn’t involve cavemen. Neither did training. In any case, back to the very small list of things Samuel Rixon is good at. Getting into trouble, smoking pot, and video games. ... Yeah, that about sums it up.

If they were studying Vikings, complete with hallucinogenic drugs, Sam was so, so in. He was guaranteed an A in this class, because seriously, this was cool. He was excited about this, because he could just image class projects. Sam, honey. I really don’t think Morgan will allow a re-enactment and let you and the rest of the class wage war against the rest of the school. “Dude! Can we like... have a war with the gym class, or something?” Yes, because that’s a brilliant idea. Wage war with the jocks. “An’ do the drugs?” Oh Sam. You’ve done enough damage to your brain cells, darling.

The fact that any punishment in the form of physical pain that Sam delivered would be ‘worth it’, Sammy just scowled and flipped Vincent off. He wasn’t thrilled with the idea of Ember knowing anything about that night. They’d drank, they’d played video games, and they’d crashed out. That was his story and he was sticking to it, thank you.

But oh, what was this? Sam turned to look at the new guy. He wasn’t sure how to take this, exactly. If he was high, even a little, it might have been funny. But right now, it was just annoying. And it seemed that Vincent had a handle on it, and then Morgan started snapping. “Hey hey hey! What’d I do?” Oh, only punched your best friend in the crotch and lipped off, love. Nothing major. But the idea of going to Sean made him cringe. He liked the psychiatrist well enough. He’d sat through enough lectures on behaviour to get to know him a little. But going with Vincent? No. Just no.

BAMF.

Sammy knew that sound. He also knew that he was probably about to get scolded by the senior. Thankfully, she went for Vincent first. That gave Sam a minute to stop thinking about castration via fire, and scowling at the new kid. At least until Emma came over and scolded him. He just looked at the ground and mumbled a vague “Sorry Emma,” at her.

Apparently, the party was over, however. As Morgan showed his backbone, Sam shot a sulky look at the teacher before picking up his bag and slinging it back over his shoulder. He gave Vincent a little shove as he wandered towards the door. “C’mon Fuckface. We got a date.” Not a pleasant date, but a date. Under his breath, he grumbled at his best friend. “An’ this is totally your fault.” Well, he could try to pin the blame on someone else.

[Vincent Verax]

When you have an attention span the size of gnat, it's generally a very difficult thing to get through a conversation, let alone a class. And Vincent was trying the best that he knew how to focus on Morgan's words, which still wasn't very good, but hallucinogenic drugs and wars were a good start to entice what little amount of attention he is capable of paying. And if Vin were the type to read, he probably would have read books about vikings all that he could, but instead if there's anything he'd really like to learn, he'd either pester Morgan or Eli for interesting facts. (Mainly ones that involve vicious murder and such.)

But he was forever being distracted. First was Zac and then, just as he was about to take a swing at the poor kid, there was a very familiar BAMF and a familiar voice and arms around him and just as quickly as he'd been enraged, he cheered up. "Hooker!" He shouted gleefully, turning around in the blonde girl's arms to pull her into a bear hug. He loved Emma, really he did, she was practically his sister. They'd known each other forever, he called her family his own, and even though he insulted her more often than not didn't mean that he wasn't whipped by her. She could make him do nearly anything.

"'I ain' bein' a dick. 'ma 'bout to punch a dick." He defended, shooting a glare over his shoulder at Zac before there was suddenly a latte shoved into his hands and he was grinning and greedily drinking it down. But unfortunately Emma's appearance was just a little too late to save Sam and Vin from the Wrath of Morgan and for a moment Vincent actually looked shocked that Morgan was capable of actually sounding angry. "... oh fuck." He muttered when he realized that yes, they were about to be punished and by SEAN no less.

Today was not a happy day anymore.

He pouted at Emma, as if she would somehow be able to save him, then stumbled forward a bit when Sammy shoved him. He glared at the door, then Sammy, then huffed and marched out into the hallway. "No fuckin' way, s'all your fault, shitbrains." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he started down the hall, dragging his feet purposely. "An' I hate ya." He snorted, although it was a complete and utter lie. Vincent did love Sammy, he was one of his best friends, but that didn't mean he couldn't declare his hatred for him when he got them both in trouble. (Even though they're both as guilty as the other, but good luck getting them to ever admit that.)