The Academy Years (17 year olds)

[The First Doctor]

"I suppose you are right, they will talk if they will talk. Nothing we do or say - will change that." She stated as she started to walk towards the stairs. "How about I just go to class with you? The teachers don't mind if I'm in classes I'm not taking - so long as I don't disrupt the classes." She said as she smiled at him and toed the ground a little.

Thete followed Libby, having trouble hearing her over the sound of blood pounding in his ears. "I'd like that," he said earnestly - and possibly a little too emphatically. "You're sure Introductory Noospheric Theory won't bore you? Professor Borusa teaches it, and he's a little dry."

[The Guitarist]

The Guitarist sat on the floor outside the classroom, watching the clock tick by. He stared aimlessly at the face of the clock, his hand clicking a little music player in his pocket. The music blared from his earphones, the teen a little bored with the tracks, continuing to click until he found a track to his liking. Starting to hum along with it, he rolled up his sleeves and tapped his foot along with the beat. Watching the minutes tick by, his head joined in, hair swaying along. Closing blue eyes, the teen got fully into the music, starting to sing along. He did like the humans music, it was very catchy!
"If my velocity starts to make you sweat, then just don’t let go, and if the heaven ain’t got a vacancy, then we just, then we just, then we just, then we just, get up and go!
The situation with humans music was not a good one on Gallifrey. Most regarded the loud, brashness of human music to be insult to the art. They were very particular about what they saw as music and as far he knew, if it wasn't Gallifreyan, then it wasn't music. The Guitarist was very against this idea. He liked many types of music, the diversity of the universe was his forte! Sure, he had his favorite type of music, human rock, but the universes were so rich and full of music; how anyone could ignore that and disregard it was crazy!
Continuing to nod along with the tune, singing along, he didn't notice someone walk through the doors. He didn't notice them come closer, outstretching a hand. He only noticed them when they smacked the side of his head.

Upon contact, the musical teen yelped out in pain. The earphone burrowed into his ear, hurting him. The Guitarist glared up at who hit and felt sick. A tall, red-head smirked down at him. The Guitarist hated this guy, watching as he mouthed something to him. It wasn't heard and the other time-lord noticed. Yanking the earphone out, he shouted in The Guitarist's ear.
"CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? SHUT UP! YOU CAN'T SING!"
The Guitarist didn't say anything, just taking the verbal abuse. The Mentalist was a real troublemaker, bully and general mad man. The Guitarist was hauled to his feet, the red-head glaring at him. He raised an eyebrow, pointing to the mark on The Guitarists's arm.
"What's that ugly thing?"
Rubbing the design on The Guitarist's forearm viciously, The Mentalist watch as the guitarist squirmed in pain. The Guitarist managed, through winces, to brokenly tell The Mentalist what it was.
"It's a tattoo - I just had it done - that's sore - stop..."
"Oh, is that what it is? Thought you had doodled on your own skin, was seeing if I could rub it off. Looks like I just made it sore. what, is that under your skin or something?"
The Guitarist nodded, the tattoo starting to be pinched. He tried to hit The Mentalist, this was too painful. He'd made the skin red and just as he reached a threshold, the red-head let go. Laughing as he walked off, the red-head went in the opposite direction.
"Well well, as if you could become any more human. Tell your dumb friend to remember to meet me at third period. Bye human!"

The Guitarist looked at his arm, trying to make it hurt less. He scowled, this little incident had only reinforced his hate toward The Mentalist. And what had he said about a friend? The teen sulked a little, wincing at the pain in his arm as the bell rang. There was nothing wrong with humans...

The first period of the day had ended and the second had begun.

His classmates poured out of the class, muttering and shooting him dirty looks. He heard them talk, about him;
"I could hear him from my desk, what he singing? Was that English? Human music, ugh, nasty stuff. All noise, no tune. What a flunkie. Very arrogant, cocky. With that attitude, no-one would want to date him. Does he believe he's a human or something? Humans are horrible, disgusting!"
Averting his gaze down, he tried to ignore the angry words directed toward him. As all his peers went to their next classes, the professor of the class went outside to the student.
"Well, I hope that was a good start to your year. Remember your detention."
The Guitarist nodded unhappily and went to leave, picking up his bag from the floor.

He only managed a few steps, until someone stopped him.
"Excuse me! Um, you left this."
The Guitarist turned round and saw the new Cerulean Chapter student holding out his guitar bag to him. She smiled at him, tilting a little with the weight of the bag. She spoke to him, trying not to be awkward.
"It's very pretty, the sound from the strings is really nice... I had to zip up the bag, you see, I didn't touch it apart from that!"
He took it from her, smiling nicely. Suddenly, today wasn't as bad as before.
"Thanks, I would've ran off without that! Oh no, it's no problem, it's good that you like it."
They both smiled at one another, the cerulean chapter girl bringing out a hand to him.
"You're The Guitarist right? The Psychologist, pleased to meet you. and just ignore that cranky professor. Vintage vehicles is best spent outside of class, he's a pain to listen to."
He laughed a little, grabbing her hand and giving a good shake. How quaint. he replied happily, agreeing with this girl.
"Yup. That's me. Psychologist, nice to meet you. Ah, you're right. He really is a crank. Really boring. VV would be a bit more interesting if he didn't just talk..."
The girl nodded happily. she saw a glint of curiosity in his eyes and smiled, talking to him.
"You're wondering why I'm here aren't you? It's alright, you probably don't see much of the other chapters. I take classes out of the academy, in my own time, so they wanted me to have a full time-table. This was the only class still open. Not surprising really."
His jaw nearly dropped. Could she read his mind?! He was a little embarrassed, explaining that she was right and he was curious about her. The Guitarist honestly expected her to be upset, or something, but instead she went along with him. The Guitarist felt quite at ease with this girl, she really was quite nice.

She asked him what class he had next, signaling to the clock. He had totally forgotten about the time and told her the class, embarrassed again. she only laughed kind-heartedly, and went to walk with him, the cerulean chapter in that direction anyway.

Perhaps second period would be a bit better than first after all!

[The Tenth Doctor]

As the bell rang, signaling the end of first period, Tyler picked up his books and put them back into his bag, only using his right arm to do so. He continued to keep his left arm hidden under a sweatshirt, not wanting anyone to see it and ask what was wrong. He was also afraid to look at it himself. He knew it was broken. His best friend had confirmed that, but he didn't want to be reminded of that fact just yet. He still had to make it through one more class before his planned meeting with the Mentalist.

Once his books were put away, Tyler zipped up his bookbag and slung it over his right shoulder. He wanted to make sure that no added pressure was put on his left arm. In this state, he walked out of his first period class.

As he did so, he frowned in disappointment. Where was Kyra? He hadn't seen her all day yet. They weren't dating or anything, but Tyler couldn't help but hope that one day maybe they would get together. She had been his other best friend ever since he attended the initiation camp. It didn't matter. His next class was with Correon.

Correon was a professor that seemed to be one of the few that seemed to like him, who didn't seem to look down on him for his social class. He was also a person on the High Council, but someone that didn't let that position infect him.

As Tyler walked swiftly down the hall, he could see the back of a familiar person, although he couldn't tell for sure that it was the Guitarist. The person was with a female. Seeing that, Tyler sighed in disappointment. This wouldn't be his best friend. The Guitarist didn't have a girlfriend -- at least that he knew of. He remained some distance away, not wanting to get too close.

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The professor in Koschei's classroom let out an annoyed sound at the sound of the bell. "All right, never mind...you can either deal with this now, Koschei, or tomorrow. Your choice."

The man stood there, arms crossed in front of his chest. This hadn't been a very good start to the semester -- he'd been badly interrupted by two boys who insisted on fighting one another. This would not do.

A sly grin passed across his face. "I will see to it that BOTH your schedules are changed so that neither one of you is in my class tomorrow."

This wasn't someone that Eiougougol wanted to cross right now. "All right, then, professor...I accept."

[Seren Ash]

Her head went up as she heard the bell. Her eyes going wide - Oh no! "I'm so sorry, you missed your class!" She exclaimed as she shuffled back and forth. It was all her fault, she felt so bad about it now as her head hung down. "Oh I'm sorry..." She said again as her foot nudged the ground in a rather upset manner. Would he stop talking to her - now that he missed his class? Would he blame her for missing his lesson - and not being able to get to his proper class. He had stopped to help her, and because of it - he had missed his class.

"My first class is on the bottom level, I'm sorry... but I'm gonna have to head off to it..." She said as she stopped to watch him. They had a between class period that they could talk at least.

[The First Doctor]

The bell rang.

For a moment, Thete didn't really register what it meant. He felt like there were more important things to worry about then bells and rules and such.

"I'm so sorry, you missed your class!" She exclaimed as she shuffled back and forth. "Oh I'm sorry..."

"My first class is on the bottom level, I'm sorry... but I'm gonna have to head off to it..." She said as she stopped to watch him.

The irascible part of Thete's mind wanted to snarl as he realized he had missed the entire first period. But, instead, he shrugged and smiled. "It's just the first class. I'll get the syllabus next time."

He took a deep breath. "I could... well, I could walk you to your class, then." He smiled. "I'll try not to make you late."

[Seren Ash]

Libby gasped faintly - a rather audible sound as he started talking to her. She blushed darkly and tilted her head down. She smiled then as she looked up. "I don't mind at all." She stated gently as she nibbled her lip. "I'd enjoy if you walked me to my class, it's Advanced Theories of Boundaries in Time and Space." She said with a weak laugh. Her cheeks darkening a little more. She needed to know such things - to do what she planned to do. Which was get knowledge from all of time, and keep it cataloged. The greatest library in existence.

She was the Archivist and these things she learned would be put to a use in the future. Which was definitely not the easiest of things to get into. She would have to do this - she would have to do this the way she wanted to. This would be something that would make an impact in her life - but now as a child she had no idea exactly what it would mean.

[Flynn Delta]

Flynn walked down the hallway, heading to the library; he enjoyed spending his time there, it was a place where he could relax, a place where people like Eiougougol rarely went. He reached the doors and entered he immediately went to the section on TARDISes, once there he took a book containing Rassilon's early notes on the first TARDISes, this book also contained some of the mechanics of the first model.

[The First Doctor]

Libby gasped faintly - a rather audible sound as he started talking to her. She blushed darkly and tilted her head down. She smiled then as she looked up. "I don't mind at all." She stated gently as she nibbled her lip. "I'd enjoy if you walked me to my class, it's Advanced Theories of Boundaries in Time and Space." She said with a weak laugh. Her cheeks darkening a little more.

Thete had to work, and work hard, not to stare at her lip. He thought he succeeded.

"Lead the way," he said, gesturing.

As they walked, he tried to think of something to say. Something cool. Something that would impress her. He really wanted to impress her.

"Advanced Theories of Boundaries in Time and Space?" he said, "I don't recognize that course title."

Mentally, he kicked himself. That was not cool.

[The Guitarist]

OOC: Not great quality, but it'll do as a bridging piece. It's late...
In another part of the school...

The two newly acquainted students walked alongside each other. Making their way down the corridor to their next classes, they chatted to each other quite happily. They were getting along well, considering they hadn't met before. The difference between the chapters couldn't be seen here, there was no kind of divide between them. To the two teens, the other was just a person too.

The Guitarist was starting to quite like this girl. She wasn't just a pretty face, she had a good lot of intelligence in her. She was well spoken, well presented and he saw no reason to dislike her. He couldn't help but be curious as to what she thought of him. He hoped she liked him and didn't find him annoying. He continued the conversation,
"Wow, your Mom seems pretty important. My mom's only a nurse- she's a really good one, but that's it. No fancy titles or anything, doesn't work for the high council, only for the hospital. My Dad isn't that famous either. Makes me wonder how I got into the Pyrodonian chapter..."
He heard her give a small laugh. It was kinda cute. The Psychologist replied.
"Maybe there is something in that head of yours that'll have got you in. You're a lot smarter than I think you want to admit, Mr. Modest. And my mom's not all that important either. She just helps out the council when they need it. None of the perks, just a bit of extra pay. The council still look down on her all the same."
Shifting his bag back onto his back, The Guitarist gave an unhappy sounding sigh. She returned it, shaking her head. They didn't dare verbalize any complaints about the High Council in the halls, some members had children there and they wouldn't hesitate to tell. The council could give out some scary punishments. As The Guitarist looked back out of interest, he saw Tyler a bit behind him. He spun right back round, going a bit red...

The Guitarist tried to lighten the mood and lighten his face as the two of them kept walking to their classes. He kept looking straight ahead, the corridors now a little clearer. Less people were piled in.
"Well Psychologist, at least your mom has a good job that she enjoys. Sounds pretty interesting if you ask me! It's what you want to do too, isn't it? Help those kind of people. Really honorable job- say, think you could start early and try to fix The Mentalist? hahaha!"
The cerulean chapter student tilted her head comically. She was genuinely confused.
"I'm sorry, I don't know who that is...."
The Guitarist turned to her and stared. His jaw dropped a little bit. He believed that ginger brute was big news- apparently not. He tried to explain him to her.
"You've never heard of him? Consider yourself lucky. He's a bully, really. Something is up with his head- people are saying he has more than one personality in his head- personally, I think he's just got something up his butt. He has some serious issues to sort out... anyway, he's going nowhere in life... you've already got somewhere, I wouldn't worry too much about him. Shouldn't give you any hassle."

As the two continued on, they reached the doors out of the Pyrodonian Chapter and into the Cerulean Chapter. The Guitarist's classroom was on the left; the door was already shut. He was late- again. Pulling up his school robes again, he smiled at the girl next to him. He really did enjoy her being there, it was a shame she had to go. He stopped just by the doors and spoke,
"Well... looks like you've got to go now. Sorry I made you late for class. I'm a bit of a bad influence."
She took her deep brown hair back from her eyes and looked at him happily.
"Yes, I suppose I should go. No, no, it's alright! It's only advanced mathematical theorems and their applications. I don't understand a word of it..."
Taking a pause, she then continued.
"I don't even want to go... and... if your class is no good... do you want to skip with me? I could show you around the Cerulean Chapter?"

Skip class with her? The Guitarist couldn't think of anything better. He hated his next class too, this was the perfect opportunity to miss it. He nodded frantically, moving well away from the classroom door. Picking up her school robes from trailing on the ground, she grinned at him. Both were now looking forward to the period ahead of them, exploring the quieter parts of the Cerulean Chapter. He walked up to her and she spoke,
"Shall we?"
He nodded and both walked toward the doors of the cerulean chapter, together.
They threw the doors open and went straight inside. Neither knew what to expect.