Time of Flying

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The air was cool, much cooler than what Liath was used to. But it was refreshing, a nice change from the hot summer that had just ended. The signs of fall were apparent here, the leaves changing color as they died, the plants wilting in despair from the cold, and the sun was almost hidden behind a cloud of fog. But Liath didn't give a fuck. Sure, she enjoyed this season, as it was the season of death; and she liked it much more than she did spring, but nothing would compare to the cold, still death of the coming winter. But this wasn't the reason she was so pissed, as she normally was pissed; no, today she had a different reason. And that reason was teaching. Now, because of the uptight bitch, she was forced to deal with brats for god knows how long.

For this reason she was late on purpose, she didn't care if it pissed people off. It was just one goddamn class, who the hell would care? She was absolutely unprepared as she trudged to the fields, but again, she didn't care. Maybe the bastards would be happy to have a free period. Psh, that wouldn't do. No, she needed to torture the little buggers. Maybe it was her way of getting back at Jade, for putting her through this. At least the bitch was nice enough to give her a subject she knew - that being flight - but she had no idea how she'd go about teaching it. Eh, she'd figure something out.

Pausing her walk, Liath glared down at the fields. She was only about halfway there, and she really didn't want to have to walk the rest of the way. She was much too lazy. Liath really didn't want to have to fly, as it would get her to the fields faster and she wouldn't be quite as late, but it was her only alternative to walking; and she was tired of walking. So with a tremendously exasperated sigh, she unfurled her wings and flew the rest of the way to the fields.

At landing, Liath sported a giant smirk as she saw the angry faces before her. Maybe teaching would be funner than she first thought. But that smirk disappeared, however, when she noticed the bastard that cut her arm off before. What was his name? Beth? Seth? Oh, she didn't know for sure, and she didn't care. She'd call him Shetbag anyway, so it didn't matter. Even though her arm was back, she still despised the guy. Hell, she despised everyone.

Crossing her arms, she stood and glared at the crowd of students, saying nothing. As stated before, she had absolutely no idea what she was going to do with these kids, and she was sure they knew it, just by their faces. Yawning openly, she shifted her weight as she waited for someone to say something. This was gonna be a long morning, she just knew it.

((woot. @.@ couldn't think of anything else for the title, sorry for the cheesiness/crappiness/shortness :[ lol my muse died a lot :P ))

[Gummibearlad.]

&Seth;
Is it just enough for you to breathe, I'm begging

Flying class. Pft. Seth didn't know why he had to do this. First of all he was a master flyer. Hell, he made hawks look bad. But did Jade ever listen to him? Nope. Not since that bitch and Joey came here. Getting him trouble. Now he was a deliquint in Jades eyes. He didn't really care what she thought of him, but the way she treated him was what was bugging him. He sighed, maybe he would just have to work his way back up to not being on her grumpy side.

He checked his watch. The teacher was late. For some reason he hope he or she would not show up. Maybe this ridiculous class would end. He looked around at the other students. Newbies. He frowned upon them. But they looked like they really needed the help and training. He scanned around, looking for the teacher. What the fuck was their reason for being late, anyways? Whatever their reason was, he'd be sure to give them a hard fucking time. Wasting his time, and wasting the other children's time. Disgusted him.

And low and behold, she came. And oh of course, she arrived by flying. When she landed, he already recognized her, even though he didn't want to. It was that chick that he kindly sawed the arm off of. He frowned slightly, it grew back. He glared at her, sort of trying to remember her name. Lori? Eh, screw it. He'd call her Bitch. Cause that was what she was. He tilted his head, what was she doing? Just standing there? He looked at all the other students, they just looked at their feet, pathetic.

So he took it upon himself to start. "So your late fat ass is gonna teach us? Well hurry the fuck up." he snapped, breaking the paper thin silence. He saw some students jump, and others wake up from their day dreams. Either way, he knew he got the Bitch's attention.

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Liath's eyes snapped to Seth when she heard him speak. Fat?! Fat?! Her ass was not fat. That remark did piss her off, and every fiber of her being wanted to tell him off, but she knew he wouldn't hesitate to take her arms again. It wasn't that she was afraid of him, she just hated being armless. And if her arm gets cut off a second time, she wasn't sure it would grow back.

Upon looking over the other students, Liath realized that Seth was the only one pissed off. The others looked weak, wimpy, pathetic. Psh, at least she pissed someone off. She knew she had to say something though, or she'd be thought the weaker person. Hah, she probably already was thought of as the weaker, but she didn't care. So, saying something that could piss him off but not enough to make him take limbs, she spoke: "Fine then. Welcome to flying class, yadayadyada... and just do what the hell ever. I don't give a fuck."

And she didn’t. She could care less what they did, as long as they stayed outta her hair. If Seth knew so much like the way he acted, he could teach them. She turned, wanting so much to leave them there. Well, she could. The stuck up bitch didn’t scare her, not one bit. Maybe she should leave, she wasn’t getting anything accomplished here. So she took a step, and another step, slowly moving away from the crowd. She could easily fly away, just to get it over with, but she kinda wanted to see how the wimps would react.

[Gummibearlad.]

That was it? The bitch didn't even fucking care. He looked at the grim lost faces of the other kiddies. He could just see it in their eyes that they really needed the lessons. Who knows what they have been through. He wasn't sympathetic at all to them, nor did he care about them but he did think it was unfair of them and her. He watched her, not like a creep, trying to taket he steps, trying to leave. He didn't blame her, hell he wanted to leave too. He looked back at the kids, and then in the corner of his eye he saw Joey walking over to the group. What the hall? Why would this fool be over here? He didn't know how to fly. As Joey got closer, Seth rolled his eyes. That fucker was drunk. And possible stoned.

Joey arrived, hell, later that Liath. Was he drunk? Si. Was he high? Ohyea. Did he give a fuck? Hell no. He really had no reason of being there. Jade said she wanted him somewhere else, and he didn't feel like listening to her. So he maybe thought of getting Liath to play hooky with him, then blame it on her. He looked over at Seth, he was such a grumpy gills. "If you let her talk like that to you shes gonna be a-walkin all over you, brah." he said to Seth in a jamaican accent.

Seth looked over at Joey and nodded slowly. He then kicked Joey's feet from under him and chopped him the chest at the same time. Joey made a 'bleh' sound as he landed on his ass. He just looked at Seth with a 'what the hell' look. Seth then grabbed Joey's foot and removed his shoe. He pinched his nose at the rancid horrible smell and then he looked at Liath and threw it at her head. Like a jock would throw a dodgeball at a nerd's head. Alot of force.

"Start teaching you stupid cunt." He growled.

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Liath plopped to the ground as soon as the shoe made contact with her head, making a hollow 'thunk' noise. She grumbled and sat up, whilst rubbing the growing bump on her cranium and glaring at Seth. It's not that it hurt, she just wanted to bitch and complain about it. She was about to get up and start shit, when a rancid odor caught her off guard. Looking to her left, she saw the source; the shoe. Shrugging it off, she went to stand when something moved in it. Staring for a minute or so, the culprit revealed itself: a rat, crawling out to light it hadn't seen it god knows how long. She grimaced and wrinkled her nose - who's shoe was that anyway? A quick glance around told her, it was Joey's.

She glared at him for a bit, wondering when he got there. He was on the ground, messin around with his foot. Hah, she could smell the booze on him even at this distance. But something told her he was more than drunk this time. A spot of envy twinged deep within her. How the hell did he get a hold of drugs like that?! Eh. She'd ask him later. With him in this state, she'd never get the answer out of him. Instead, she turned her attention back to Seth.

It was obvious he threw the shoe, Liath could almost see the anger coming from him. That was funny to her. But since when did he care about anything? Rolling her eyes, she cooed. "Awww, does whittle Sethy-poo care for the other students? Get off your high horse bud, I don't give a shit. If you care so much about the little mongrels you can teach them yourself. Go on, now; go be the best you can be!" Each word was dripping with sarcasm, of course, she didn't care about pissing him off anymore. Not that mild comments like that could. He was too much of a hard-ass. Yes, she still remembered the whole arm escapade, and yes, she still no longer wanted to lose another, but with the fact that her limbs could grow back, she may as well have fun. So she sat there, not even bothering to get up, sticking her toungue out at him with daring eyes. This day might get interesting after all.