27 Aug 2019, 00:45
Paper Airplanes Are More Efficient
Paper airplanes.
The pinnacle of communication amongst teenagers in schools, especially in class. They were of multiple usages, simple transportation, annoying people, and talking. They had to have been the most efficient thing muggles had ever created. Gem was a big fan of them, crafting them, utilizing them until he got into trouble-- sure, it was more difficult to use them in a magical setting, he knew good and well all the teachers knew all the tricks in the book, but that didn't mean the students did. It made him feel cool, knowing muggle stuff, even if it probably wasn't cool. At all.
Gem had decided now was a good time to throw himself back to primary school and make one right now. He still had one of the messages his friends had sent him that his mum forwarded to him, a simple message that really got the point across;
It was originally encased in a nice envelope, with messy writing that simply wrote; DO NOT OPEN: PERSONAL. Now he knew why, and clearly it worked-- his mom hadn't taken a single peek. (If she had and sent it anyway, he knew she was taking the piss. She never took the piss.)
The spelling was atrocious, but that's kind of what made it ridiculously funny. He folded it up like a paper airplane, giggling in delight when he saw how perfect it was; just like how he could so many months ago.
He was in his signature spot in the Small Hall, huddled up in a corner with a book opened up at his side. In spite of his nice setup with all the necessary utensils for studying and expanding his vocabulary and mental horizons, he planned on doing anything but that. He didn't necessarily know where the paper airplane would land, per se, but he had his eyes set on some girl who didn't seem to be paying attention, a mop of incredibly light, blonde hair. That was about all he saw, but he threw the airplane and quickly snatched his book up, shoving his nose into it. Purposefully covering up his face with the book to prevent the grin from showing wasn't a very smart choice, the way his eyes were the only things peeking out of the book really said all that needed to be said. He was a terrible actor, and an even worse deceiver. If he got a Glasgow kiss from a girl, he'd know he deserved it.
The pinnacle of communication amongst teenagers in schools, especially in class. They were of multiple usages, simple transportation, annoying people, and talking. They had to have been the most efficient thing muggles had ever created. Gem was a big fan of them, crafting them, utilizing them until he got into trouble-- sure, it was more difficult to use them in a magical setting, he knew good and well all the teachers knew all the tricks in the book, but that didn't mean the students did. It made him feel cool, knowing muggle stuff, even if it probably wasn't cool. At all.
Gem had decided now was a good time to throw himself back to primary school and make one right now. He still had one of the messages his friends had sent him that his mum forwarded to him, a simple message that really got the point across;
if you opened this your a cock riding TWAT
It was originally encased in a nice envelope, with messy writing that simply wrote; DO NOT OPEN: PERSONAL. Now he knew why, and clearly it worked-- his mom hadn't taken a single peek. (If she had and sent it anyway, he knew she was taking the piss. She never took the piss.)
The spelling was atrocious, but that's kind of what made it ridiculously funny. He folded it up like a paper airplane, giggling in delight when he saw how perfect it was; just like how he could so many months ago.
He was in his signature spot in the Small Hall, huddled up in a corner with a book opened up at his side. In spite of his nice setup with all the necessary utensils for studying and expanding his vocabulary and mental horizons, he planned on doing anything but that. He didn't necessarily know where the paper airplane would land, per se, but he had his eyes set on some girl who didn't seem to be paying attention, a mop of incredibly light, blonde hair. That was about all he saw, but he threw the airplane and quickly snatched his book up, shoving his nose into it. Purposefully covering up his face with the book to prevent the grin from showing wasn't a very smart choice, the way his eyes were the only things peeking out of the book really said all that needed to be said. He was a terrible actor, and an even worse deceiver. If he got a Glasgow kiss from a girl, he'd know he deserved it.
@Arlis Penrose
Last edited by Gem Stuart on 29 Aug 2019, 17:57, edited 1 time in total.
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.
27 Aug 2019, 03:03
Paper Airplanes Are More Efficient
Arlis was totally bored. Why was she even here? Probably to find someone to mess around with. She itched to cause some kind of mischief, following the rules or not causing any mayhem was just so boring. She wanted to have fun, go on an adventure, have new experiences and make new friends! There would probably be enemies along the way too, but they were perfect victims for pranks, as they typically provided great opportunities for some sort of revenge. She briefly glanced around the room for a potential partner without dwelling on it; she was not one for much introspection or analysis on the matter, but there would occasionally be someone who stood out.
She contemplated leaving as there didn't seem to be much to do here unless she decided to attempt to create chaos, and then she got hit in the side of the head by something. She snatched it up when it began to fall and a grin formed on her face when she realized it was a paper airplane. She loved these, and it brought back memories of flying notes across the classroom to her friends or having competitions to see who could build the best one or get it to fly for the longest. She idly wondered if there was some sort of magical paper airplane or if it was exclusively a Muggle thing. She hadn't known about magic for long and consequently didn't understand the details of it or what objects were commonplace in the wizarding world.
Looking at this particular paper airplane, she realized that she could faintly make out that words were written on the inside. She had been sitting cross-legged on the arm of a chair when she had been hit by the piece of paper, but she now flopped backwards into the chair, lying across it sideways, her legs draped over the arm that she had previously been sitting on. She unfolded it… only to find a rude prank message. She snickered at it and debated what to write back. She could write another insult, but she didn't really see the point in it. She decided that the best, most clever idea was certainly to write something along the lines of "no u". Her eyes flicked around the room and then she scribbled “haha made you look, now the same applies to you”.
She began searching for anyone suspicious who was the culprit so that she could send it back. She noticed a particularly suspicious boy who was facing her way but had his face literally shoved into a book. No one read like that. Even Arlis could tell that he was the most out of place there, so she chucked the airplane back at him with a slight grin.
She contemplated leaving as there didn't seem to be much to do here unless she decided to attempt to create chaos, and then she got hit in the side of the head by something. She snatched it up when it began to fall and a grin formed on her face when she realized it was a paper airplane. She loved these, and it brought back memories of flying notes across the classroom to her friends or having competitions to see who could build the best one or get it to fly for the longest. She idly wondered if there was some sort of magical paper airplane or if it was exclusively a Muggle thing. She hadn't known about magic for long and consequently didn't understand the details of it or what objects were commonplace in the wizarding world.
Looking at this particular paper airplane, she realized that she could faintly make out that words were written on the inside. She had been sitting cross-legged on the arm of a chair when she had been hit by the piece of paper, but she now flopped backwards into the chair, lying across it sideways, her legs draped over the arm that she had previously been sitting on. She unfolded it… only to find a rude prank message. She snickered at it and debated what to write back. She could write another insult, but she didn't really see the point in it. She decided that the best, most clever idea was certainly to write something along the lines of "no u". Her eyes flicked around the room and then she scribbled “haha made you look, now the same applies to you”.
She began searching for anyone suspicious who was the culprit so that she could send it back. She noticed a particularly suspicious boy who was facing her way but had his face literally shoved into a book. No one read like that. Even Arlis could tell that he was the most out of place there, so she chucked the airplane back at him with a slight grin.
29 Aug 2019, 18:19
Paper Airplanes Are More Efficient
Gem felt a brisk tingle up his spine when he saw the airplane hit the girl on the side of her head. When it seemed like she looked around for a culprit, he acted quickly and shifted, looking back down into the printed papers, and then back up, just to be sure she wasn't looking again...
That's how Gem knew he'd screwed up somehow, but at least she wasn't glaring around, sniffing for someone to go tattle on-- maybe she'd threaten him on the paper, but if he was acting well enough, no one would truly know it was him-
Oh, shit. She was looking around again. In a quick (and helpless) attempt to save his own ass, he wiggled back into his reading position. In a few excruciatingly long seconds, he felt paper flutter into his lap. His eyes widened behind the pages, cussing under his breath. He couldn't get suspended for this, right? Right? He hesitated, but eventually found the courage to put his book aside and pluck the airplane up, unfolding it unsurely. The paper did, in fact, have another message on it-- he just hoped it wouldn't be something stupid or lame or just as illiterate as the one he had thrown out. He held it between his fingers, and read it in his head a few times to really, fully process what the hell she had scrawled out on the page.
He was not amused.
So she was a funny guy too, huh? At least she didn't tattle on him, but he figured that she'd be good company if she could take a joke like that. Maybe chivalry was dead, but humor wasn't.
He bent over and wrote his response on the paper, feeling a round smile pulling the corner of his lips up in an enthusiastic burst of energy- finally, a friend that didn't have to be made by pulling an annoying amount of strings. Someone who didn't make him want to rip his face off because of how stale they were, or how they tried so hard to be funny that the only funny part was the fact they were trying to be funny.
Again, he folded up the airplane and sent it her way, a little harder so it hit her on the back of the head with more force. At this point, pretending he wasn't the one who was throwing the paper airplanes around was all overkill, but he picked his book up off the floor beside him and began to 'read' it, awaiting either a response, an arrival, or to be kicked out of the school. He wasn't sure which one would be worse, or better, in this case.
No, she was writing something back.
That's how Gem knew he'd screwed up somehow, but at least she wasn't glaring around, sniffing for someone to go tattle on-- maybe she'd threaten him on the paper, but if he was acting well enough, no one would truly know it was him-
Oh, shit. She was looking around again. In a quick (and helpless) attempt to save his own ass, he wiggled back into his reading position. In a few excruciatingly long seconds, he felt paper flutter into his lap. His eyes widened behind the pages, cussing under his breath. He couldn't get suspended for this, right? Right? He hesitated, but eventually found the courage to put his book aside and pluck the airplane up, unfolding it unsurely. The paper did, in fact, have another message on it-- he just hoped it wouldn't be something stupid or lame or just as illiterate as the one he had thrown out. He held it between his fingers, and read it in his head a few times to really, fully process what the hell she had scrawled out on the page.
haha made you look, now the same applies to you
He was not amused.
So she was a funny guy too, huh? At least she didn't tattle on him, but he figured that she'd be good company if she could take a joke like that. Maybe chivalry was dead, but humor wasn't.
He bent over and wrote his response on the paper, feeling a round smile pulling the corner of his lips up in an enthusiastic burst of energy- finally, a friend that didn't have to be made by pulling an annoying amount of strings. Someone who didn't make him want to rip his face off because of how stale they were, or how they tried so hard to be funny that the only funny part was the fact they were trying to be funny.
Well, since we're both alleged cock-riding twats, why don't you come and sit over here so we can be cock-riding twats together?
Sorry about the excessive usage of that word. It's gross.
Again, he folded up the airplane and sent it her way, a little harder so it hit her on the back of the head with more force. At this point, pretending he wasn't the one who was throwing the paper airplanes around was all overkill, but he picked his book up off the floor beside him and began to 'read' it, awaiting either a response, an arrival, or to be kicked out of the school. He wasn't sure which one would be worse, or better, in this case.
@Arlis Penrose
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.