|
Post by Victor Desrosiers on Feb 14, 2011 18:28:50 GMT 10
Victor marched out of his office, through the hallway, down 4 flights of stairs and straight to the main office. The office ladies gave him a slightly strange look, but he just brushed it off, none of them even attempting to get in his way or ask him what he was doing; he was clearly on a mission and no one was going to stop him. Victor rounded the corner and stood behind the front desk where the microphone sat, staring at him, waiting. Victor pressed down the button on the base of the microphone and heard a soft crackling noise echo around the large building.
"Attention all teachers and students," he announced with a strong and bold tone, speaking clearly and loudly. "We will be having an important assembly in the auditorium in five minutes, so please pack up your things and file yourself into the auditorium immediately. Please sit down right away. Thank you." Victor then turned from the desk and made his way out into the hallway and headed for the auditorium.
After spending the day filling out forms about the vandalism which occurred in the school over the Christmas holidays, Victor was ready to start investigating as to who actually committed the crime. Of course teachers- himself include- had their own speculations, but Victor was sure at least 50% of them were being subjective and were accusing their least favourite students. Most of the names that came up were of the students who occasionally skipped class or didn't hand in an assessment on time, or, as Victor put it, slackers. They were the ones that got into the school on scholarships or because their parents were in high places. The ones that, even though they had a lot of talent, they would never go anyway in the future. Or at least that's how Victor perceived it.
Once in the auditorium, Victor marched to the stage and stood behind the podium, waiting for every student in the school to sit down and be quiet before he opened his mouth. He looked around as the students and teachers filed slowly into the large room, most of who had no idea why they were there. Of course most of the students had seen the defiled trophy case and the spray painted profanities on the ancient walls of the castle, but most of them assumed it had been dealt with and there would be no public announcement of the situation. How wrong they were.
Victor was determined to find the culprit of the vandalism, even if it meant he had to interview every student in the school. He would, of course, start with the students he and the teachers suspected, then move down alphabetically through the school until someone either confessed or was found with hard evidence against them.
Victor continued to stare across his audience, waiting for each one to take a seat before he spoke.
|
|
Adelaide Peyroux
Moderator
CAPA // Year 10 // Moderator
Harpist Extraordinaire
Posts: 168
|
Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Feb 14, 2011 20:41:57 GMT 10
Adelaide was gazing out the window in Advanced English when Headmaster Desrosiers’ announcement came across the PA system. It was a lazy day and Adelaide was happy to just sit in class and listen to the teacher read out excerpts of Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations, but the short crackle that let everyone know an announcement was to be made snapped her out of her pleasant trance.
The Headmaster’s announcement was concise and to-the-point, but Adelaide liked to take it easy. She wasn’t in any mood to rush down to the auditorium to get an earful by Mister Tight-Pants himself. Unfortunately, Adelaide’s English teacher was equally as up-tight, and hurried everyone along. The redhead stood and tied her hair up at the top of her head with an elastic band, and shoved everything she had into the bag at her feet. Once the bag was slung over her shoulders, Adelaide picked up her blazer from the back of her chair and walked slowly to the door. She was the last one out, but in a change of heart, decided that she wanted a front row seat, just in case someone was going to get a public humiliation at the assembly.
Adelaide managed to find a seat in the already packed auditorium and looked at the stage, waiting for the main event.
|
|
|
Post by Angelina Morrison on Feb 15, 2011 0:03:45 GMT 10
Watercolors, not excatly Angie's favorite medium for doing a painting but it was what the assignment was. So, there the blonde was in art class just finishing up the very last stroke for a bird, when the announcement came over the loud speaker. Finishing up the bird, Angie looked at the painting and sighed, it was so close to being done but would have to wait until later.
The blonde packed up her things and headed towards the auditorium with the rest of her class. Though, Angie took her time, like she did going most places, no point in wearing herself out and today had been a good day for her physically.
Upon arriving at the auditorium blue eyes glanced around but there were a lot of people coming in so she didn't spot anyone she knew that well So, rather than looking any longer the girl simply found a seat near some classmates and sat down. Not really even wondering what was going on, assembly's happened after all and she had no reason to suspect this was anything unusual.
|
|
|
Post by Basha Falstone on Feb 15, 2011 0:14:56 GMT 10
Bea had just found the books she needed in the library for a report that was due next week. She hadn't cut class, no she had been in math class and gotten done with her in class work early. With nothing to do the teacher had given her a pass to the library.
It wasn't that the work in her advanced math class wasn't challenging but they were at a section she had studied before coming here. This wasn't the first time this had happened and probably wouldn't be the last and some other students had the same thing happen in various parts of the class. However, it was things that needed to be learned for the class so Bea understood teaching them.
She glanced up upon hearing the announcement and quickly made her way to check-out desk. Forunetly, most students were in class so it didn't take long for her to be checked-out. She then proceeded to the auditorium among the mass of students and faculty headed the same way.
Upon arriving she found a seat, which wasn't easy to do, and sat down. Wondering what was going on.
|
|
Liliya Cameron
New Member
CAPA // Year 10
Live Life, Love Life, Laugh At Life
Posts: 4
|
Post by Liliya Cameron on Feb 15, 2011 4:36:47 GMT 10
Liliya was in the dance studio, trying to choreograph a new dance when the announcement was called. She grumbled slightly, nearly falling over as the unexpected noise cut into her concentration. She pushed her hair off her sweating face while listening. "Great, just great." She mumbled. Now she didn't have time for a shower. She changed quickly out of her dance gear into casual clothes and stuffed them into her bag, before leaving the studio and heading down to the auditorium.
She arrived rather quickly, and sat on the ground at the back of the room, lounging against the wall. She started going over her new choreography in her mind whilst waiting for whatever was going to happen, to actually happen.
|
|
|
Post by Felicity Skye on Feb 15, 2011 6:09:42 GMT 10
Felicity had been behind the curtain in the auditorium when she heard the announcement. She was painting a new prop, and had several smears of green paint along her sharp cheekbones and gentle jawline. Not long after she heard someone walking up to the podium and the soft humming roar of students and teachers chatting as they filed in.
She put down the paint brush and peeked around the corner, spotting a man which she had never seen before. Her breath hitched in her throat. Uh-oh, this must be Mr. Desrosiers, she was sure she had seen his picture featured on the front of the pamphlet. She looked down at herself; anything but presentable.
She came around from behind the velvety curtains, waving slightly at the confident man, and looking across the stage. She spotted the fiery red hair that marked someone she knew, and dashed down the stairs to sit beside her.
"Any clue what this is about?" She whispered, trying to wipe the green paint off her pretty face.
|
|
|
Post by Darren Williams on Feb 15, 2011 14:20:06 GMT 10
Darren woke from his mid-morning nap in math class to the shaking of the boy who sat beside him.
“Get up, dude. There’s an assembly.”
The swimmer wiped a drip of spit from the corner of his mouth and stood. There was nothing on his desk, as usual, so he picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. The boy’s blazer was scrunched up at the bottom of his bag, but he couldn’t be bothered getting it out. His shirt’s sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and his tie was loose. Darren was the epitome of casual and couldn’t care less if the teachers wanted to bust him for it, but as he neared the entrance of the auditorium, Darren quickly unrolled his sleeves and pushed his tie up slightly. Detention meant missing swim practice, and there was nothing that would get between the brunette boy and seeing Miss Hatch in a swim suit.
He followed the crowd in and found a seat in the back row, slouching comfortably in the chair.
|
|
Adelaide Peyroux
Moderator
CAPA // Year 10 // Moderator
Harpist Extraordinaire
Posts: 168
|
Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Feb 15, 2011 14:29:12 GMT 10
Adelaide waved as she saw Felicity coming out from behind the curtains. The girl looked confused and a little lost. The two had only spoken a few times but Felicity was friendly enough. Plus, she seemed like the sort of girl who would enjoy a running commentary of jokes and snide comments to everything the Headmaster said.
Felicity obviously caught sight of the redhead and bounded down off the stage. As she came closer, Adelaide noticed she had streaks of green paint on her, as if she had been hard at work on something artistic. Felicity took a seat beside her and asked if she knew anything about the assembly.
“I can only make guesses.” Adelaide replied, folding her arms across her chest, ready to dish out the dirt to anyone who would listen. “I hear the guys swim team has been pushing around some of the smaller Academic guys, but that’s more or the sort of stuff Deputy Cunningham would deal with. There’s also been word of more teachers patrolling the school at night, but I reckon that’s just a rumour.”
The redhead noted that there was no one else on the stage, and that the headmaster was looking particularly irked. “My closest guess is that it’s something to do with that graffiti thing that happened over the holidays. Someone busted up the trophy case pretty bad. Spray paint and stuff.”
|
|
|
Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Feb 15, 2011 14:35:30 GMT 10
Jeremy was in the library, between books on Miles Davis and books on Charles Darwin, when his father’s voice came booming over the library PA system. He looked upon the stacks of books that he had on the table around him and thought of how long it would take to put them all back. Polite as he was, there was really nothing he could do, so Jem picked up his blazer and put it on. He left the books and walked slowly to the auditorium, hoping that he would run into Eliza on the way. Unfortunately, his twin sister was nowhere to be found. Luckily there were two empty seats by the doors of the auditorium, so Jem snagged them, laying his blazer across the free one for Eliza when she found her way. Jem kept his eyes on the door behind him, as opposed to on his father like everyone else did. He was ready to call out when he saw her come through the doors.
|
|
Arkasel Redfield
Full Member
Academic // Year 12
Science.... Not Always The Answer
Posts: 111
|
Post by Arkasel Redfield on Feb 17, 2011 12:56:21 GMT 10
Arkasel had been enjoying what little class time he'd had that day for a free experimentation session as the lab was near silent save for the hiss of gas burning in Bunsen burners, liquids bubbling, glass clinking and the occasional scribblings of pencils. It gave him a tiny grin as he bent over the desk, two test-tubes in his hands as he examined them both and moved the beaker of purple fluid over the flame. Dumping the first of the tubes into the other, the yellowish fluid of but a few drops and clear fluid in the other mashed together into a magenta as he kept it swirling before dropping it into the bubbling beaker.
He had done the equations and by all standards it should have worked but his past two experiments had failed horribly resulting in it separating into two layers instead of just one with a gas. But with a few adjustments to the mixing and heating methods and a quiet muttering to himself be was amazed as it turned perfectly clear. Lifting a split and lighting it on the flame before waving it over the top, the quick burst of flame that appeared for a moment and then vanished made him smile widely and almost give a guffaw of happiness.
”It worked, I did it, I actually managed it” he said with the grin growing wider as he scribbled down his results quickly and shut off the apparatus right as the announcement crackled to life. Every one of the academics was packed up in a matter of moments and experiments dismantled to be put away. He was ok with his results being thrown out, now he had the formula and method he could do it when needed and had a new method for the small paper he was writing.
In the auditorium itself he filed quickly into a seat near the door with two empty beside it before a few classmates sat hushedly whispering to each other. Fixing his red & white flannel check shirt once again and adjusting his jeans so he was comfortable from changing posture rapidly in the few minutes he glanced up to the stage, wondering what it was for and a half hearted gaze to see if he could find any of the few people he knew out in the crowd.
|
|
|
Post by Zeke Alexandrov on Feb 19, 2011 17:42:36 GMT 10
Zeke sighed as he frantically scrubbed his head with his towel. It had already been several minutes since the announcement and he was only just leaving his dorm. He could hear the demands for an explanation ringing in his ears already. Not that they would accept the fact that he was in the middle his swimming training class and was order to pack all the equipment up while everyone else was allowed to leave right away.
"Gang way!" Zeke called out as he burst from his dorm, his uniform very haphazardly put on and his hair still dripping here and there. Thankfully he was only on the first floor, making the rushed trip to the auditorium a short one, especially since there wasn't anyone around. Fortunately for Zeke it seemed that students were still slowly filing into the large room, probably doing their best to get seats next to friends, an issue Zeke wouldn't have to deal with.
He hadn't been at the school for long and had yet to make any real friends, not that he didn't talk to people. He was far to energetic to not chat. Perhaps he'll find a seat away from teachers so he could strike up a conversation with those next to him undisturbed.
"I bet this is about the vandalism I saw around the school," Zeke thought as he squeezed down a row of seated students until he finally found an empty spot. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long.
|
|
|
Post by Jackson Martin on Feb 20, 2011 12:02:47 GMT 10
Jackson was bored with his day and had only just managed to escape from class to a rare free period to which he desired to control the Library and have his silence amongst the lovely books. Sitting sprawled in the comfy armchair by the window he sat with a small smile on his face as he cracked open the old leather bound tome and began to flick through to the page he had last been reading not a day before. But the moment he got the spot and comfortable the announcement blared and he looked annoyedly at the speaker.
”Couldn't wait until a class period could you” he muttered as he closed the book loudly and tucked it back into his bag as he headed for the auditorium. He was just ahead of a crowd of students in the early point as he darted in and quickly grabbed a seat near the middle of the rows. As people filtered in he began to hear mutterings of rumours from a few select ones who seemed to know about the social events in the school. Ideas of it being behind students caught in other dorms floated by a few times but the one that struck up the most and left an impact on him was that of vandalism.
It made him grin a little, ”School finally got what it deserved then with such a pompous reputation” he muttered with a chuckle as he sat back in the chair and lifted out his book once more to continue his reading which was rudely interrupted until the headmaster arrived to deliver his little speech.
|
|
|
Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Feb 22, 2011 23:38:39 GMT 10
Eliza had been sitting in maths for about 15 minutes when she realised she hadn't listened to a word the teacher had said for the entire lesson. She had her elbow up on her desk and her chin was resting on her hand, her eyes fixed on a game of soccer some younger students appeared to be playing on the large oval outside her window. Eliza didn't normally watch soccer, or any kind of sport for that matter, finding it highly boring and dull, but compared to maths it was as exciting as a day at Disneyland. Eliza was hoping and praying for something - anything - to interrupt the class, despite the fact she hadn't tuned in all lesson.
Then, as if God felt like playing a cruel joke on her, Victor's voice blared over the loudspeaker and, upon hearing it, Eliza let out a long, frustrated sigh. It was bitter sweet, really, because while she wanted to get out of maths, she didn't want to have to spend an entire assembly listening to, and watching, her father dictate from the grand wooden podium on the stage in the auditorium.
After packing her things up relatively lazily, Eliza made her way through the hallway, down three flights of stairs and into the mass herding through the auditorium doors. Looking for a familiar face while she shuffled amongst the crowd, Eliza dropped her folder, pages sprawling all over the place. Eliza let out a curse under her breath and she bent to pick up her work, glaring as no one stopped to help her out. Once she had a tight grasp on her folder, she made her way into the auditorium, catching her brother's familiar face through the crowd.
"Jem!" Eliza called happily, her bad mood vanishing instantly as she moved towards him. "Can I sit here?" Although she asked this as she indicated to the blazer on the chair next to him, Eliza picked it up anyway and sat down next to her twin, placing his blazer on her lap, her own one stuffed in her bag which was now at her feet. For a moment Eliza had completely forgotten why they were in the auditorium, but once she glanced at the stage she remembered what she was doing there and her good mood faded quickly.
|
|
|
Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Feb 23, 2011 18:06:12 GMT 10
Distracted by the coughing fit of the student beside him, Jem didn’t notice when Eliza appeared in the doorway of the auditorium. Too busy rubbing the younger girl’s back, he only saw Eliza once she had already seen him and began to make her way over. She quickly slipped into the chair that he had saved for her and looked up to see their father watching over everyone.
“Of course.” Jem replied, even though Eliza had already sat down. It seemed that both Jem and his sister brightened in the presence of their twin, even though Eliza seemed disgruntled that their father had called everyone out to lecture them.
Jem wrapped his arms around his sister and gave her a little hug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while. How’ve you been?”
|
|
|
Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Feb 26, 2011 8:08:22 GMT 10
The moment Jeremy's arms were around her, Eliza's attention moved back to him and she wrapped her arms around him too, moving back and giving him a smile, something one wouldn't see too often. As far as she was concerned, only the people who could make her smile deserved her smile.
"I've been good," Eliza replied, letting go of her brother and placing her hands in her lap. "Not a whole lot has happened, but I get the feeling that not a whole lot actually happens around here." Eliza looked around her at all the students, most of which sat in anticipation as to what the announcement was about, as if it was the first time any big news has come up in the school. This fact only made the school that much less interesting and a lot more boring.
|
|
|
Post by Aidan Bridges on Feb 26, 2011 8:31:53 GMT 10
Aidan had finished all his maths work a good 20 minutes ago and was now waiting for the rest of the class to catch up. He had become incredibly bored and had begun to subconsciously draw patterns down the margin of his page, finding each minute more tedious than the next. He looked around the room, everyone hunched over their work books, trying to finish as quickly as possible. Aidan rolled his eyes and went back to drawing on his page.
The next minute a voice boomed over the speakers and Aidan found himself suddenly interested in what the headmaster had to say. He packed up his books quicker than everyone else in the class and slung his bag over his shoulder, way too excited to get out of the classroom where time stood still.
As he made his way into the auditorium three floors below him, Aidan pushed through the younger students, using his age to his advantage. As he sat down in a seat towards the back of the large room, he looked around, noticing that most of the students seemed bewildered as to why they were there, but Aidan had a pretty good guess. The trophy case on the first floor had been clearly defiled during the holidays and old Desrosiers was only just getting onto it. Aidan sat back in his seat, prepared to fall asleep as more students filed in around him.
|
|
|
Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Feb 28, 2011 21:43:38 GMT 10
Jem gave Eliza a squeeze and patted her on the top of the head. He nodded at her reply.
“I guess it depends on what you think of as interesting. It seems like there has been a lot of new people around lately.” Jem smiled at his sister and glanced at the stage. Their father looked cross. It was the sort of look that Jem didn’t see often, and almost never directed at him, but he was definitely cross.
“Do you know what this is about? Dad didn’t tell me anything about it last time we had dinner together.” As soon as Jem said it, he regretted it. He knew just speaking of their father would put Eliza in a bad mood, and mentioning their weekly dinners together probably made her feel a little left out. Jem wanted desperately to see Eliza regularly too, but their schedules never seemed to match up.
|
|
|
Post by Eliza Desrosiers on Mar 5, 2011 23:05:06 GMT 10
Eliza tried her hardest not to be annoyed when Jeremy mentioned their father, but she found it hard to simply brush it off and move on. She took in a deep breath before answering, doing her best not to let the thought of her father bother her since the time she had with Jeremy was so precious and she didn't want anything to ruin it.
"I don't know, I'd imagine it would have something to do with the vandalism during the holidays," Eliza shrugged as she subconsciously followed Jeremy's line of sight to the stage where their father was standing looking relatively annoyed. He looked over the room, frowning, before he took a small step forward and approached the microphone. "Looks like we're about to find out though."
|
|
|
Post by Victor Desrosiers on Mar 11, 2011 9:22:46 GMT 10
Once the auditorium was filled with people, most of which were talking and chatting to their peers, Victor cleared his throat into the microphone, causing all of the students and teachers in the room too fall silent, all attention turning to the podium.
"As you may or may not know," Victor began, looking over the students all sitting, watching curiously. "Over the Christmas holidays there was some serious vandalism in the school. While we aren't entirely sure as to who the culprit was, we very much intend on finding out."
A few students turned to one another, looking shocked and astonished, but they quickly turned back to Victor, silent, wanting to hear more. "We know it was a student at this school as it was done in the middle of the night when the castle was locked up, so that rules out anyone outside of the grounds. While there are close to one thousands students here, we will be interviewing every single one of you, with the police, to find our culprit, starting with the students who stayed at school over the Christmas break." Victor allowed the students to exchange looks and short comments of surprise before continuing. "I can safely tell you that the staff, including myself, have got our suspicions, so we are giving the person who attacked the trophy cabinet one chance to come forward, but starting tomorrow morning at 9 am, we will be pulling students out of class to be interviewed. The person held responsible has until then to come forward to avoid expulsion, if they don't come forward by then they will be saying goodbye to Desrosiers' School for the Gifted and Talented indefinitely."
Victor looked over the audience, catching a glimpse of his two children sitting together towards the back, Eliza looking up at him with a small frown, Jeremy looking calm and passive. Victor was hoping with all his being that what some of the staff thought wasn't true, he couldn't handle losing his daughter again.
"You may all go to lunch now," Victor announced, stepping back from the microphone slightly and he watched as each student stood and left the room, frowning across the auditorium, fully intending on finding out who defiled his school.
|
|