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Post by Jean Beauvais on Oct 17, 2009 10:04:05 GMT -8
Jean Beauvais was dressed appropriately for a teacher; nothing showy or provocative that would get ideas going in the teenager's minds. She wore black dress pants that had a slight flare at the bottom, along with black heeled, pointed boots. She wore a white button down shirt, but over the button-down, she had on a dark gray V-neck sweater, all the buttons done except for the very first - and the undone button would not be enough to see any boobage. Black framed glasses graced her face, and half her hair was tied up into a pony tail. A rather young teacher, but she was fresh out of college and just started working on getting her Masters in Psychology. Surprisingly, there were many places that requested for her teaching at certain schools, probably because she left a good impression not only socially, but academically as well.
Sitting behind her desk, she looked up at the clock briefly before looking over her class list. They should all start piling in shortly; the bell for third period had gone off, so it was only a matter of time before she got to see her next set of pupils for the semester.
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Post by Reira DeMorvick on Oct 17, 2009 12:48:33 GMT -8
Psychology huh? Reira had taken a few Psych classes here and there in her school year. Now that she was a senior, Psych classes had proved to be one of her strong points academically. Hooray. Still, that didn’t mean she enjoyed coming to class and listening to a lecture for an hour or so. But she did manage to drag her ass out of bed to get to school. It was now third period…the day was almost over for her. Come on, come on! Don’t let those thoughts of skipping get to you know.
Carrying her books under one arm, the other arm holding a coffee to her lips, she entered the classroom. What?! The second one here, for crying out loud. Finding a seat in the back, she opened her book and sat there, sipping her coffee, waiting for the class to start. The teacher looked pretty cool, fashion wise. There was also another girl with dark hair. Hmm familiar, but she couldn’t put a name to the girl.
Crossing one leg over the other, she took out the cell phone. May as well play a few rounds of Tetris…maybe send some texts. She wondered what the Basstard was doing today. On second thought, never mind. Yay for electronics!
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Post by Alexis Seran on Oct 17, 2009 13:18:07 GMT -8
IN THE CAR AND LISTENING TO LOUD MUSIC OFF TO SCHOOL, YAAAY! She was hoping to the song pound her head so she would wake up. For some reason.... this night staying up all the way through, had taken a toll on her. Maybe that on top of the fact she hadn't slept 5 days prior either... and before five days prior was only a 5 minute nap. Alexis pulled into the parking lot and pulled the MP3 free from the AUX cord and plugged the ear buds in and went on her merry way to class. She got to the class door and realized something. Why was she taking a class like this? To understand her disorder more? 'Cause she already had a shrink before she was shipped off to Alaska. And that fuck face told her everything that was wrong with her... Pseudologia fantastica... Anger issues... Identity issues... That was it... see, there were people with more fucked up "ness" than her. she opened the door and looked around. Her music pumping into her ears. Her brow cocked at Reira. Maybe she should randomly sit next to her? Maybe they good be best Frienemies again? "G'day... The name's Reira. Nice ta meet cha, mate" she would say quietly to the teacher...keeping her happy-go-lucky attitudinal accent down to a dull roar. Only due to the fact she didn't want the real Reira to here. Then, she would sit beside Reira. Did all hell freeze over? Probably... Why else would Alexis sit beside the girl that helped shatter her world for taking someone she cared about?....Hell Freezing over that's why! |
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 17, 2009 22:32:39 GMT -8
Victor was walking down the hallway, white binder in hand, smiling as usual his blue eyes shining in excitement for psych, one of his favorite classes. he'd actually already taken it, but hey, never too bad to re-learn something you actually wanted to learn. Walking in Victor would smile at the teacher, then look to see who else was there... well well well... *smiles*Reira and Alexis sitting together... ... WHAT THE F*CK!? WHAT THE F*CKING F*CKING F*CK!? NO! NO! NOOOOO!!!!!?!?!?! Though Victor's smile never faded he was quite confused as... well I think I've said that word enough times for this thread Victor would walk back to the desk in front of reira and have a seat, then turn back and look at both of them. "Hey guys, hows it going?" Victor asked, curious to see what their joint reaction would be... |
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