[[OOC: wow hey guys I'm back and alive and stuff and should hopefully be able to post reasonably quickly henceforth! The post order got seriously screwed up at some point so I propose we reset it from the beginning? So after this post it would be bacon--->TheSSF--->Chib--->Skraal--->ThePureLight7---...

[[Aidan Flynn continued from J'en Ai Marre ]] No matter how much Aidan stomped his feet, or gritted his teeth, or whinged and complained, physics steadfastly continued to be a thing. Not that he had tried any of those methods in a more-than-metaphoric sense, but he didn't have much faith in their su...

[[OOC: Been trying for weeks to think of a good post to end with, and I can't, so I'll just]]

[[Aidan Flynn continued in Passing Slowly Through the Vector]]

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"See, that's not cool. You owe me at least one song for that comment. At least. Possibly more. Probably more. But at least one. My girlfriend. Not cool." Aidan rolled his eyes and returned to his frantic sort-of-note-taking, deciding to completely ignore the inevitable fact that he was go...

[ ] "Comment voulez-vous dire Batman en français?" Aidan would have slammed his head on his desk, or at least his hand on his forehead, except Monsieur Leonard was now paying uncomfortably close attention to him. Or at least, to the area in his general direction- that was to say, to the lo...

[[OOC: Augh. Guys I apologize for my crazy slowness but my life has become a hellish whirlwind of exams, injuries and writer's block. So it goes. Also, mister teamsleep, you are skipping the post order that is rude >:|...so I would say if you weren't new but you are so yes post order is a thing to g...

Aidan waited. Aaaand waited. Then he waited some more. Regan. Honey. Help me out here. Please, I lost track of what the hell you were talking about before you actually started talking- "Mademoiselle Flagg, vous joindre à nous?" Aidan blinked. You can tell your efforts to pay attention to t...

Aidan was seriously considering telling Regan to please, pretty fuckin' please, shut the fuck up for like ten goddamn minutes so I can maybe figure out what the hell we're doing in this class right now and not fail miserably. How the fuck is Regan not failing, that is a real question, does she just,...

Brain. BRAIN. Do the Frenchy thing DO THE FRENCHY THING oh fuck were we supposed to bring our books today? Fucking dicks I left mine at home oh cod jegus why what are we even doing ugh conjugating verbs is literally the worst disaster ever brought upon humanity by anyone. The French are awful godda...

[[Aidan Flynn continued from Outrun My Gun ]] "Aidan." "What?" "..." "Uh..." " Tu es en retard. " "Yeah. Uh, oui. Pardonez-moi. " Aidan scratched his head, turning awkwardly towards his seat- fourth row, second from the left- as Monsieur Le...

He picked a chord, but it sounded wrong. The first one always did. "Fuckin'... song. " The room was still dark. This was kind of to be expected at 5 AM in the dead of winter, though maybe less so given the room's only occupant was wide awake. He'd gotten to bed at something resembling a re...

It was cold, and it was quiet. Precisely how she liked it. 4 PM on a Wednesday afternoon, or perhaps evening was the more appropriate adjective? It seemed too early for that, but for the orange tint of a sky threatening to turn dark. It was the one disadvantage to the winter- the disappointing lack ...

Name: Aidan Flynn Gender: Male Age: 18 Grade: 12th School: Aurora High School Hobbies and Interests: Singing, playing guitar, music, running, video games, partying and roleplaying. Appearance: Aidan has always been quite tall by comparison to his peers, and that trend hardly stopped at puberty- he ...

Name: Chitose Saionji Gender: Female Age: 17 Grade: 12th School: Aurora High School Hobbies and Interests: Survivalism (Zombie Squad), hiking, reading (particularly fantasy novels), video games (particularly RPGs and visual novels), and anime (Anime Club). Appearance: Though by the standards of her...

Garrett shook the hand off his arm. He felt the sympathy, the pity, rolling off in waves from the simple action, and he resented it. That pity that he'd been running from, in the least literal sense of the word ( limping from, more like ), come back to haunt him. His father had given up, and he'd be...