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Martin Hanes
Today's the day we get new residents to the dorm then. I wonder what kind of people will be roaming the halls this time? I wonder if any of the former residents "graduated" at the end of last school year? Would I really be the only one of the first residents from two years ago? If so, I'd possibly earned my title of outstanding student, definitely outstanding in everything much that I stayed longest in the dorm. Except one problem.....I got held back a year!
Of course my musings were interrupted as the bell signaled the end of the day's classes. So I am Martin Hanes, also known as the most outstanding student of Verity School at least in some underground circles I suppose. I was also held back a year due to several finance related problems. Well that's as far as I'd like to introduce myself, despite my title I'm totally introverted and takes me many days to actually gather up the courage to speak to anyone, even those people a grade below me, who are currently my classmates. I straighten up my cap, yes, I'm so outstanding they allow me to wear the thing during class, and walk out the door into one of the many busy hallways of Verity School.
One of many hallways bristling with activity from the students who are enrolled here, despite the fact that there aren't many students enrolled here at all. Then again you could attribute the quirkiness of the entire operation to the personalities of the students, we've got everything from musicians to geniuses in several fields to artists and everything else in between. This school technically caters to multitude of interests of all its students. You could say it's a one stop shop for all your learning needs and prides itself being second to none in anything. Such a school that boasts a reputation like that also has harsh entrance exams, which only a few actually make the cut. It helped curbed the population of the school, I mean it couldn't possibly fit thousands which meant they'd only accept the best and brightest or the absolute worst. Yes, the worst, it doesn't matter really, when you enroll here you're guaranteed to be a better person overall when you graduate, and everyone graduates, just not on time, like me.
Anyway, I should head out to the dorm now. I'm pretty sure Mikey is already there, prepping a welcoming party to the new residents. God knows I have to stop him before the newbies arrive, then again, it'd be a very good eye-opener for them. Nah. I need to stop that moron from staining his pristine reputation, he may have been successful keeping two years of students quiet but no one knows when his luck will run out on him. Yes the dorm, Verity Hall, that one with all the crazy students. Now I better get going, the sun is going down and our beloved and respected homeroom teacher turns into something else when the moon rises. Keep. This. Between. Us. Got it? Good.
Now you wouldn't mind me taking your notepad then.............I promise I'll return it you tomorrowwww!
Michael North
Micheal sat in his office, wondering what he'd do to the new blood this time. What sort of prank to play and whether or not Martin will foil his plans again. Seriously, would it kill that boy to have some fun with the new residents? Ah well, to each their own. Now, drawing board.....help me plan this next one. The drawing board kept silent. The teacher would be hard pressed to find inspiration, now, of all times.
He reached for the folders stacked on his desk and quietly ran through the profiles of the students he'd be dealing with this time. Micheal believed that between him and Hanes, they'd be able to fix whatever is wrong with the students or show these poor souls what it means to have fun the North way. Whether it was fate or destiny or simply a metaphysical human playing sims over his life, Hanes was practically the best foil to his truly chaotic nature. I'll miss that kid......So these are all new residents then? The old ones, have migrated to a better place, aka, beyond the school's walls. It'll be lonely.....
"All by myseeeeeelffff~...whoops. Anyway, what should I do for the new comers? Some snacks for their end of the day I suppose. Well I can't cook which means...."
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It rang for a bit before an voice responded.
"Hey, Carol. Mind taking over my shift later today, I need to go get the dorm cozy for the new comers. C'mon you're the only one I ca- Yes thank you."
He reached for his wallet on the desk and headed out the gates of the school into the quiet afternoon of the town. Micheal would never believe that such a prestigious school would be located out here nearer to nature than most places. Then again, that's the point of having dorms built within the complex. Three dorms, a boys' dorm and a girls' dorm, both large structures and then there's Verity Hall, a building just a little bit humbler than its siblings. The complex itself was located on a hill overlooking the town, the walk to and from the town limits takes a student roughly 5 minutes.
Micheal returned with a plastic bag filled with some ingredients from the local store as well as freshly cooked chicken should his efforts fail him. He had full confidence in his abilities and class wasn't about to end for another hour, plenty of time to prepare. That and those students may or may not be taking their time to explore the relatively spacious campus grounds, there was so much to see.
He had finished cooking the food in exactly one hour. Then again the food wasn't exactly sitting on the plate, but rather squatting malevolently on it, hating all and being hated by all. Micheal was sure that at least one of the students would notice it for what it is, a pork something. It was a new recipe by Micheal, in fact it was so new, he had no idea what to call it, neither did the dish conform to any culinary norms.
He decided to prepare the pork something and make it look at least a little bit more prettier than its current appearance. Make it look a little bit......porkier. He had set it on the dining table of the dorm and had not noticed his old friend that already a took one of seats.
"Hey there, Mikey. What's that......thing on the plate?"
"Martin? I thought you graduated the dorm already? And it's pork."
"Sure as hell doesn't like pork. Did you even taste the thing? And uhhh, I suppose I kinda filed to transferred back here. I couldn't let exactly let you prank the new residents. I'll be bunked in my old room, already have my things there. Besides, I'm pretty sure there aren't that many new comers and the pork......it tastes like broccoli....exactly how is that even possible?
"Lesson one: You're an idiot and welcome back. Lesson two: I expect you to carry your weight veteran resident of the Hall, help out your underclassmen when they look like they need it Lesson three: I have no idea how that's even possible or how you could come to that conclusion my pork is...........you win this round."
"Well then, I suppose I should search the dorm for traps and pranks and disarm them then. Good luck fixing that.....dish?"
Micheal waved the boy off as Martin turned to do his inspection of the entire dorm. This time though, he didn't set up any pranks, he'll save those for when the students got to know him. He tried some more of the pork that tasted like broccoli. He left it there anyway, at least it was a step up from the past dishes he made, if they could even be labelled edible.
"I'll just wait for the new comers here then!"
"Alright old man. Don't strain yourself."
Today's the day we get new residents to the dorm then. I wonder what kind of people will be roaming the halls this time? I wonder if any of the former residents "graduated" at the end of last school year? Would I really be the only one of the first residents from two years ago? If so, I'd possibly earned my title of outstanding student, definitely outstanding in everything much that I stayed longest in the dorm. Except one problem.....I got held back a year!
Of course my musings were interrupted as the bell signaled the end of the day's classes. So I am Martin Hanes, also known as the most outstanding student of Verity School at least in some underground circles I suppose. I was also held back a year due to several finance related problems. Well that's as far as I'd like to introduce myself, despite my title I'm totally introverted and takes me many days to actually gather up the courage to speak to anyone, even those people a grade below me, who are currently my classmates. I straighten up my cap, yes, I'm so outstanding they allow me to wear the thing during class, and walk out the door into one of the many busy hallways of Verity School.
One of many hallways bristling with activity from the students who are enrolled here, despite the fact that there aren't many students enrolled here at all. Then again you could attribute the quirkiness of the entire operation to the personalities of the students, we've got everything from musicians to geniuses in several fields to artists and everything else in between. This school technically caters to multitude of interests of all its students. You could say it's a one stop shop for all your learning needs and prides itself being second to none in anything. Such a school that boasts a reputation like that also has harsh entrance exams, which only a few actually make the cut. It helped curbed the population of the school, I mean it couldn't possibly fit thousands which meant they'd only accept the best and brightest or the absolute worst. Yes, the worst, it doesn't matter really, when you enroll here you're guaranteed to be a better person overall when you graduate, and everyone graduates, just not on time, like me.
Anyway, I should head out to the dorm now. I'm pretty sure Mikey is already there, prepping a welcoming party to the new residents. God knows I have to stop him before the newbies arrive, then again, it'd be a very good eye-opener for them. Nah. I need to stop that moron from staining his pristine reputation, he may have been successful keeping two years of students quiet but no one knows when his luck will run out on him. Yes the dorm, Verity Hall, that one with all the crazy students. Now I better get going, the sun is going down and our beloved and respected homeroom teacher turns into something else when the moon rises. Keep. This. Between. Us. Got it? Good.
Now you wouldn't mind me taking your notepad then.............I promise I'll return it you tomorrowwww!
Michael North
Micheal sat in his office, wondering what he'd do to the new blood this time. What sort of prank to play and whether or not Martin will foil his plans again. Seriously, would it kill that boy to have some fun with the new residents? Ah well, to each their own. Now, drawing board.....help me plan this next one. The drawing board kept silent. The teacher would be hard pressed to find inspiration, now, of all times.
He reached for the folders stacked on his desk and quietly ran through the profiles of the students he'd be dealing with this time. Micheal believed that between him and Hanes, they'd be able to fix whatever is wrong with the students or show these poor souls what it means to have fun the North way. Whether it was fate or destiny or simply a metaphysical human playing sims over his life, Hanes was practically the best foil to his truly chaotic nature. I'll miss that kid......So these are all new residents then? The old ones, have migrated to a better place, aka, beyond the school's walls. It'll be lonely.....
"All by myseeeeeelffff~...whoops. Anyway, what should I do for the new comers? Some snacks for their end of the day I suppose. Well I can't cook which means...."
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It rang for a bit before an voice responded.
"Hey, Carol. Mind taking over my shift later today, I need to go get the dorm cozy for the new comers. C'mon you're the only one I ca- Yes thank you."
He reached for his wallet on the desk and headed out the gates of the school into the quiet afternoon of the town. Micheal would never believe that such a prestigious school would be located out here nearer to nature than most places. Then again, that's the point of having dorms built within the complex. Three dorms, a boys' dorm and a girls' dorm, both large structures and then there's Verity Hall, a building just a little bit humbler than its siblings. The complex itself was located on a hill overlooking the town, the walk to and from the town limits takes a student roughly 5 minutes.
Micheal returned with a plastic bag filled with some ingredients from the local store as well as freshly cooked chicken should his efforts fail him. He had full confidence in his abilities and class wasn't about to end for another hour, plenty of time to prepare. That and those students may or may not be taking their time to explore the relatively spacious campus grounds, there was so much to see.
He had finished cooking the food in exactly one hour. Then again the food wasn't exactly sitting on the plate, but rather squatting malevolently on it, hating all and being hated by all. Micheal was sure that at least one of the students would notice it for what it is, a pork something. It was a new recipe by Micheal, in fact it was so new, he had no idea what to call it, neither did the dish conform to any culinary norms.
He decided to prepare the pork something and make it look at least a little bit more prettier than its current appearance. Make it look a little bit......porkier. He had set it on the dining table of the dorm and had not noticed his old friend that already a took one of seats.
"Hey there, Mikey. What's that......thing on the plate?"
"Martin? I thought you graduated the dorm already? And it's pork."
"Sure as hell doesn't like pork. Did you even taste the thing? And uhhh, I suppose I kinda filed to transferred back here. I couldn't let exactly let you prank the new residents. I'll be bunked in my old room, already have my things there. Besides, I'm pretty sure there aren't that many new comers and the pork......it tastes like broccoli....exactly how is that even possible?
"Lesson one: You're an idiot and welcome back. Lesson two: I expect you to carry your weight veteran resident of the Hall, help out your underclassmen when they look like they need it Lesson three: I have no idea how that's even possible or how you could come to that conclusion my pork is...........you win this round."
"Well then, I suppose I should search the dorm for traps and pranks and disarm them then. Good luck fixing that.....dish?"
Micheal waved the boy off as Martin turned to do his inspection of the entire dorm. This time though, he didn't set up any pranks, he'll save those for when the students got to know him. He tried some more of the pork that tasted like broccoli. He left it there anyway, at least it was a step up from the past dishes he made, if they could even be labelled edible.
"I'll just wait for the new comers here then!"
"Alright old man. Don't strain yourself."