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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Study Notes (Robin, open)
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Post by miadearden on Aug 2, 2012 10:15:27 GMT -5
Mia sighed, twirling her pencil as she sat at her desk in study hall. Ollie hadn't been happy with her grades on her last report card, and she knew that if her grades didn't improve he would take away her apprenticeship as a vigilante.
She couldn't lose that- it was the one thing she had that made being sober bearable. It was bad enough that Ollie wouldn't let her score any E, heroin, coke, or even pot or alcohol, the two substances that most high schoolers seemed to be familiar with. She couldn't give him reason to take away the Speedy outfit from her.
In a way, it was like she was replacing one high with another- the high of narcotics for the thrill of danger and revenge against the people that had manipulated and beaten her throughout her life.
Well, her math notes sucked, she didn't understand the homework, and the homework wasn't kind enough to do itself. She eyed one of her fellow math class students, though there were a few from that class in her study hall.
Tim Drake was one of those students who was pegged as being "smart" by his peers, even if they never saw a single test grade of his. That wasn't the only reason why Mia sauntered over to him, though, her body language unconsciously turning somewhat sexual as it always did when she wanted something from someone. This wasn't due to a desire to manipulate the boy, just an old habit- she was used to getting things through sex appeal.
The other reason she chose to ask Tim Drake for his notes? Something told her that he was a loner, too, a social pariah for whatever reason. He wouldn't judge her, insult her, or attempt to humiliate her.
"Hey, Tim. I'm having some trouble with the math homework." She leaned over his desk, giving him a view of a bit of her cleavage- and she was completely aware of it. "To be honest, I really didn't pay that much attention to the notes...could you help?" she asked with a sheepish smile.
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Post by Tim "Robin" Drake on Aug 2, 2012 11:27:49 GMT -5
Eyes planted upon his notebook, for lack of anything else to do, Tim seemingly busily scribbled away, intent on making adequate progress on his math homework. It had been assigned only a day earlier, but ever the determined student, and he had long since realized that it was uncertain as to whether he would have time to finish it at home. The alias that he had taken up a while back after all was a full-time responsibility, and the role of Robin was one that he took extremely seriously, after all. Therefore, he had wanted to get started on it as soon as possible. From experience, he knew that it was best to finish assignments in advance, rather than procrastinate until the last moment.
He had personally never done so, but the young man had seen the consequences of this time and time again, as his fellow classmates had expressed their utter disappointment at having earned a mediocre grade because of their lack of preparation and management. It was a simple matter really, and Tim couldn't quite understand why his classmates didn't spend more time on their assignments. Grades and schoolwork were far more important than social events; for him anyway. There would always be time afterwards for things that he enjoyed, anyway.
Glancing up for a split second, he happened to catch sight of a girl in particular, amongst the many students who filled the hall. He had seen more than a few times now, though admittedly Tim hadn't tried particularly hard to start up a conversation with her, and still had no intention to whatsoever.
Just as he was about to return his gaze to his work without so much as a second thought on the matter, however, he noticed her head raise from her own books, and before he could look down and act as though he had never looked in her direction at all, their eyes had met for one moment too long, and just when he thought that matters couldn't get any worse for him, she had risen from her seat and was appearing to make a point of approaching him. And then she began to speak, leaning across his desk in a way that made her cleavage clearly visible to him and him alone. Nothing that Bruce had trained him for as Robin could've prepared him for something like this.
Averting his eyes from her immediately, he sighed, all but completely embarrassed by this point as he re-adjusted himself in his seat in a way that created a small distance between his face and those breasts. However, in doing so his elbow had made contact with his textbook, and he found himself unable to retrieve it from the floor without (in his mind anyway) appearing to look as though he was attempting to get as close to her as possible.
With a brief apology that would have been easy to miss if one wasn't taking interest as he spoke, which admittedly was often the case, he took the notebook in his hand and looked up at her once again, though still avoiding eye contact, s well as the sight of her cleavage, feeling slightly embarrassed. With a sigh he took note of that sheepish smile that was playing across her lips, saying the first thing that came to mind, "....Sure. I guess math isn't exactly something you'd call fun, right?" He returned the smile, though after a moment of hesitation, and it seemed to fade almost as soon as it had come, instead resuming something that loosely resembled something between a smirk and an awkward smile, feeling rather relieved that only a handful of students had seen his clumsy actions. "When you say you wanted help, though..." he began, choosing his words carefully as to not seem more abrupt than he intended to, "did you mean you want me to explain it, or just copy my notes?"
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Post by miadearden on Aug 2, 2012 13:18:57 GMT -5
Though most girls her age probably wouldn't notice Tim's glance away from her cleavage, Mia had been trained to be aware of her body and how to display it, and she caught the gesture. She found it somewhat cute, in addition to being amusing. Maybe Ollie wasn't the only gentleman in this city after all.
"Nope, definitely not a math lover," she said with a sigh as she moved to take a nearby chair and position it by his desk. She considered his question before responding. "Well, actually, I'd love to just copy your homework answers, but I don't think that would help me in the long run." Plus she imagined Tim probably already had people asking him to do that, and she thought that sucked that people would use him like that. Mia Dearden knew a thing or two about being used.
"You'd better go over it with me, I think. Thanks, Tim." She wondered if Tim did well in chemistry, too. She wasn't doing hot in there, either, and Ollie ignored her protests that half the class was failing because Mr. Baldwin was a horrible teacher.
"So, quadratic equations," she muttered. She glanced at her notes and erased a bit where the writing was smudged and illegible- a consequence of falling asleep in class, no doubt.
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Post by Tim "Robin" Drake on Aug 5, 2012 16:39:51 GMT -5
He couldn't help but release a small laugh that was almost nothing more than a sharp intake of breath, at her initially bluntly truthful response. At least she wasn't attempting to sugar-coat her true intentions, Tim reasoned, and the thought that, of course, she and their other classmates were simply concerned about the short-term effects of copying out his own answers in order to get the grade, despite the fact that they were still unable to work it out for themselves, was completely abandoned when the girl seemed quick to make the very same admittance. Perhaps he had been quick to misjudge her, after all; a mistake that he noted not to make in future. He shouldn't be judging a person by those seated around them, after all, however a part of him was dubious as to whether or not she would stick around long enough for him to explain the homework to her.
"Quadratic equations," Tim agreed, a wry smile firming upon his features as he set his notebook open before her, his mildly amused gaze lingering a moment longer than required at the sight of her own lack of notes before finally looking to her, despite himself surprised that she'd gone so far as to draw up a chair to his desk. He couldn't quite knock the feeling that perhaps she would've learnt more had she not given up on note-taking, however he reasoned that considering his past blunder he wasn't one to judge. "I'll say now, though. Just tell me if I'm boring you to death," he added, somehow managing for his voice to retain a serious edge, as the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, the smile fading almost as soon as it had come at his own attempt at humor that he quickly abandoned, masking it by pointing to the top of the page and beginning to explain in the simplest way that he could imagine the basics of the method required to answer the questions.
Despite a part of him still admittedly preferring to be alone at thus current time, Tim found himself attempting to avoid causing the other to simply pack up and leave him to his own devices, which she undoubtedly would do if he was completely confusing her.
"So... Does this make any sense so far?" He had to ask as he gestured to the first question, having already used one at random as an example of how to use said method, a wave of self-doubt rushing over him as he paused, looking in her direction, yet unwilling to make eye contact; a fact that he was all too aware of and that he could only hope she wouldn't consider to be rude.
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Post by miadearden on Aug 5, 2012 21:02:11 GMT -5
Mia listened as Tim explained the math to her. She hadn't really realized how little she knew about the boy until she reached out to him for help. He seemed serious and distant, but not unfriendly. Smart, obviously, and straight-laced...not one to get into trouble. He definitely wouldn't understand her.
Her period of distraction lasted only a second as she brought her attention back to the task at hand. Some of the stuff he described she was familiar with, but other concepts she was only vaguely familiar with, such as the whole idea of squaring and square roots. Had she known this before her life had turned into a living hell?
Or had her life never been anything but a form of hell? When she was younger, she hadn't thought the way her dad treated her was strange- he always seemed to have a reason for beating her. Her mother- on the other hand- well, Mia had always known there was something wrong with her.
Her ideas of right and wrong and what constituted normal had really been called into question by Ollie. He had lost his parents young, but not young enough to feel that her father's treatment of her was monstrous.
She looked at Tim and gave a small smile. "I think I get it." And she did. You had to learn fast if you wanted to survive on the streets...of course, you generally weren't expected to learn things like algebra.
"Thanks Tim," she said, beginning to move away. "Um...I don't suppose you're any good at chemistry, too?" She gave another nervous smile, not wanting to push her luck. "I could use a tutor in that. I mean, like, not right now, I guess you're busy with stuff now....but maybe some other time?"
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
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