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Post by Christopher Prime on Nov 7, 2009 19:47:20 GMT -5
Chris sighed, laying chest down on his bed with his notebook in front of him, and his math book open, he wrote calculations down calmly. At the same time, however, his music was blasting and he was only partially paying attention. Why? Well considering Monica and Adrien were getting close, he was tried and he just got back from being kidnapped, he was just plain worn out. He yawned and kept writing down equations as his mind very slightly strayed. He prayed that eiher of his Dad's didn't find out, his study methods had always been unothodox, and he knew Optimus at the very least didn't always approve. He sighed, closing his math book and sighing he turned off his music.
"Well that was a pain in the ass, I fragging hate Calculus." He muttered under his breath before moving onto his English homework.
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Post by Twister on Nov 10, 2009 4:42:39 GMT -5
Twister was patrolling the hallways of the Autobot base, feeling rather bored. In her Autobot form (of course), her hands were crossed behind her back and she whistled a robotic whistle, red optics scanning the quiet hallways of the back of the med bay. Taking another turn, she approached the dorm room hallways and looked around, never actually having been back here before. She was a former Decepticon, and honestly it felt a bit weird being back here. However, her Decepticon ways no longer applied, and she was just trying to look out for the techno organics that lived here.
Luckily, it seemed not many of the Cons were going after the kids right now, except for Chris because of the shard she'd heard about from various talk among the Autobots. No one had really briefed her on the extremity of the issues broiling into existence, which was probably because they didn't fully trust her yet. There wasn't much she could do about that except prove she meant what said.
She heard Chris complain, something about calculus. Slowly moving to his door, she knocked with the back of one fist and said: "Y'all right there, Chris?" Twister wasn't one to randomly have talks with humans or bots that needed comfort or just someone to rant to, and let a few people know she was available when the situation arrived. This was one of the few occasions thus far which she felt like she should at least try...
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Post by Christopher Prime on Nov 10, 2009 12:43:28 GMT -5
Chris jumped slightly in-between problems when Twister's voice rang out. His head lifted and he sighed, shaking his head. "Oh yeah, I'm fine, just a slagload of make-up work that I have to do." He replied. He may have had a near-Genius Level IQ, but when it came to Math, Chris wasn't all that good.
It had been that way since he was little. Everything seemed to click for Chris except for Math. All the same, he was smart when he really worked at it, it was the only way he had gotten into Calculus. He huffed realizing he still had a few more problems he had to come back to after English.
"Nothing to worry about, just normal human complaining." He added.
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Post by Twister on Nov 21, 2009 5:25:03 GMT -5
The former Decepticon raised a curious, but concerned eyebrow as she leaned on the wall to the left of his door. Twister supposed if Chris needed to talk to someone she could easily do that, or perhaps even help him with work if need be. Being a flier, Twister was pretty good with some forms of math, not that was the best, or a calculus whiz for that matter, or even enjoyed it. She only did what was required to navigate along with other necessary calculations, which usually didn't require much advanced algebra or calculus. Twister knew enough, but oh well. "All right, but your tone hints stress. If you need any assistance or require someone to rant to, I'll be monitoring the halls for a while..."
[sorry for being soooo slow with some of these posts. The semester is nearing an end, and I'm sometimes quite the procrastinator. It's short but at least it works i guess...]
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Post by Christopher Prime on Nov 21, 2009 23:20:20 GMT -5
My tone hints stress? I thought the fact I threw a book at the wall earlier was a better hint then my tone. Chris thought to himself, he was clearly miffed from everything lately. And then there was teh weird things going on on top of all of this. That was the reason the Matrix was safely in his dresser drawer right now.... If he had to hear those damn voices again.
"I actually think I may take a break, I need it." He commented, sitting up "But trust me, it's stress and then some. I'm fine though."
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Post by Twister on Nov 26, 2009 6:33:51 GMT -5
[sorry, i forgot he threw the book xD]
"All right then..."Twister knew enough that Chris had the Matrix, but she had no desire to take advantage of this. She had no motives, nothing to gain or lose, and was no longer a Decepticon. She just had an interest in looking out for herself and others now. "Well I'm gonna carry on. If you need to talk, just look for me." Twister figured she'd probably be one of the last few Autobots he'd want to talk to, but at least she could offer it. She mentally shrugged and retreated from the door and moved down the hall.
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