I know, I've been a bad girl again...*sigh* I only wish inspiration came in
more than short spurts every now and then :( Well, it's here now, so we'd
better not waste the moment, eh? ^_^
The rest of her day had drifted by rather slowly. She'd already decided on the way here, starting in on her objectives the first day was a sure way to be suspected. new girl arrives, things go wrong, who's to blame? Duh.
She figured a month would be sufficient time for her to mingle with every other student, making her as least suspitious as possible, while still getting the mission done in time.
Still, she didn't fancy the idea of having to worry about Seifer for a month. She could be caught at any given moment, which of course, was not an appealing thought.
She woke up next morning to the buzzing of the cheap black alarm clock, provided via Garden. A fool-proof way of ensuring the "my alarm clock didn't go off and I didn't wake up" excuse for being late to class, she suspected. One issued to every student.
She pulled out the haircurlers she'd put in last night, and got dressed. She was doing everything she could to be another person, and if curling her hair might help in the slightest way, she was going to do it.
As she entered Monday's class, Field Practice. She smirked, this was going to be so easy. This was a Cadet Course, one she'd taken four years ago, and even then, passed with nothing less than perfect scores.
She took a seat at her desk, and watched as more and more students filed into the room, chattering about this and that. Most were only fifteen or sixteen. She felt rather out of place, until a tall, blonde, green eyed man strode in, then she just felt numb.
Her heart was beating so fast she could feel it thumping against her ribcage. She quickly looked away, pretending she was reading something from her notebook, trying to hide most of her face with her hair.
The bell rang, and the loudness of the classroom increased by half, which still didn't make things much quieter. Seifer slumped down into the chair behind her.
A dark haired male, looking to be about age twenty-five, stood up from his chair at the desk. The class then fell to near silence. He cleared his throat, then it was completely silent.
"First, I'd like to welcome our two new students. This is Maylee Rinthe," he gestured to Quistis, who glanced up and smiled, "and Seifer Almasy." he gestured to Seifer, who just gave a lazy smirk.
None of the class really seemed too excited about it, so the man faced Quistis and Seifer, and continued. "You can call me Mr. Keaton." He then turned his head up to address the entire class.
"As your World Beasts teacher has informed me, last Wednesday you spent studying Geezards. Breeding habits, weaknesses, strengths, etc. You should have also learned that they usually drop screws when killed?
"Which brings us to today's lesson. Garden is flying over the fields near and around Galbadia's Plains, where Geezard's usually roam. We are going to hunt them, and collect the screws they drop.
"Students with the most screws gain the most points, simple enough. You will be divided into groups of three, to keep things a bit challenging while still maintaining a measure of safety.
"Any questions?" asked Mr. Keaton, rubbing his hands together. "Okay then." he said with a smile. "Garden will be landing shortly. Go get your weapons and meet up at the front gate in ten minutes. Any late students will just have to miss this outing, since Garden will not remain on land for any longer than necessary."
With that, he walked back to his desk, and students began to rise from their desks, the talking starting to increase in volume again.
Quistis stood up too, and exited silently.
She showed up at the front gates about six minutes later, whip in hand, ready to take out some of her stress on a few unlucky Geezards. Fortunatly, no one was left behind, even Seifer made it in time.
"Good, now that everyone's here...we can begin splitting up. I'd like our most experienced student, Zoey Hindriks, to go with Seifer and Maylee. They'll need a little more guidance than anyone else here." he said, with a know-it-all tone.
Seifer smirked, he would need a little more "guidance"? He'd like to have a round with this teacher, and all of his students, at once. He'd bet his life he'd still come out on top.
Quistis totally ignored his remarks about her experience, she was still froze over the fact her and Seifer were on the same team. This made things ten times worse. Spending all day...helping Seifer and this girl Zoey fight Geezards?! He could recognise her fighting style...she'd trained with him as his teacher...she was sure to be caught.
It took all she had to hide the look of terror on her face. She managed a weak smile when he looked at her briefly. The fact that he hadn't shown much interest in her up until now was a slight comfort, at least she didn't -think- he suspected anything.
She gripped the handle of her old chain whip tightly. She was using it to take the whole under-disguise a step further, Save the Queen still back in Balamb Garden. Those same nervous feelings on the plane were taking her body over again. She tried to take deep breaths. She had to remain calm and cool. Acting all tense and alert was a sure-fire way to get herself caught.
She had to not only look like another person, but think and act like one as well. She had to hide any animousity she felt for Seifer, act like she'd just met him. For what felt like the millionth time, the words ran in her head, "not one part of this is going to be easy...".
The rest of her day had drifted by rather slowly. She'd already decided on the way here, starting in on her objectives the first day was a sure way to be suspected. new girl arrives, things go wrong, who's to blame? Duh.
She figured a month would be sufficient time for her to mingle with every other student, making her as least suspitious as possible, while still getting the mission done in time.
Still, she didn't fancy the idea of having to worry about Seifer for a month. She could be caught at any given moment, which of course, was not an appealing thought.
She woke up next morning to the buzzing of the cheap black alarm clock, provided via Garden. A fool-proof way of ensuring the "my alarm clock didn't go off and I didn't wake up" excuse for being late to class, she suspected. One issued to every student.
She pulled out the haircurlers she'd put in last night, and got dressed. She was doing everything she could to be another person, and if curling her hair might help in the slightest way, she was going to do it.
As she entered Monday's class, Field Practice. She smirked, this was going to be so easy. This was a Cadet Course, one she'd taken four years ago, and even then, passed with nothing less than perfect scores.
She took a seat at her desk, and watched as more and more students filed into the room, chattering about this and that. Most were only fifteen or sixteen. She felt rather out of place, until a tall, blonde, green eyed man strode in, then she just felt numb.
Her heart was beating so fast she could feel it thumping against her ribcage. She quickly looked away, pretending she was reading something from her notebook, trying to hide most of her face with her hair.
The bell rang, and the loudness of the classroom increased by half, which still didn't make things much quieter. Seifer slumped down into the chair behind her.
A dark haired male, looking to be about age twenty-five, stood up from his chair at the desk. The class then fell to near silence. He cleared his throat, then it was completely silent.
"First, I'd like to welcome our two new students. This is Maylee Rinthe," he gestured to Quistis, who glanced up and smiled, "and Seifer Almasy." he gestured to Seifer, who just gave a lazy smirk.
None of the class really seemed too excited about it, so the man faced Quistis and Seifer, and continued. "You can call me Mr. Keaton." He then turned his head up to address the entire class.
"As your World Beasts teacher has informed me, last Wednesday you spent studying Geezards. Breeding habits, weaknesses, strengths, etc. You should have also learned that they usually drop screws when killed?
"Which brings us to today's lesson. Garden is flying over the fields near and around Galbadia's Plains, where Geezard's usually roam. We are going to hunt them, and collect the screws they drop.
"Students with the most screws gain the most points, simple enough. You will be divided into groups of three, to keep things a bit challenging while still maintaining a measure of safety.
"Any questions?" asked Mr. Keaton, rubbing his hands together. "Okay then." he said with a smile. "Garden will be landing shortly. Go get your weapons and meet up at the front gate in ten minutes. Any late students will just have to miss this outing, since Garden will not remain on land for any longer than necessary."
With that, he walked back to his desk, and students began to rise from their desks, the talking starting to increase in volume again.
Quistis stood up too, and exited silently.
She showed up at the front gates about six minutes later, whip in hand, ready to take out some of her stress on a few unlucky Geezards. Fortunatly, no one was left behind, even Seifer made it in time.
"Good, now that everyone's here...we can begin splitting up. I'd like our most experienced student, Zoey Hindriks, to go with Seifer and Maylee. They'll need a little more guidance than anyone else here." he said, with a know-it-all tone.
Seifer smirked, he would need a little more "guidance"? He'd like to have a round with this teacher, and all of his students, at once. He'd bet his life he'd still come out on top.
Quistis totally ignored his remarks about her experience, she was still froze over the fact her and Seifer were on the same team. This made things ten times worse. Spending all day...helping Seifer and this girl Zoey fight Geezards?! He could recognise her fighting style...she'd trained with him as his teacher...she was sure to be caught.
It took all she had to hide the look of terror on her face. She managed a weak smile when he looked at her briefly. The fact that he hadn't shown much interest in her up until now was a slight comfort, at least she didn't -think- he suspected anything.
She gripped the handle of her old chain whip tightly. She was using it to take the whole under-disguise a step further, Save the Queen still back in Balamb Garden. Those same nervous feelings on the plane were taking her body over again. She tried to take deep breaths. She had to remain calm and cool. Acting all tense and alert was a sure-fire way to get herself caught.
She had to not only look like another person, but think and act like one as well. She had to hide any animousity she felt for Seifer, act like she'd just met him. For what felt like the millionth time, the words ran in her head, "not one part of this is going to be easy...".