Metting of The Teachers!

[Zack Asiv]

And Dean If he so descided.

Asiv had descided to get to know the new staff of the school, who was who, what was what. I mean he could only find out so much from them through their profils and rumors of their work. So today durring the common lunch break, Mr. Asiv would have a meeting with the teachers of the school... That is alot of fucking teachers.

There was so much chatter in the meeting room Asiv had to break out the pack of cigs. Lighting it and taking a good drag. Man...

He would groan a little as he leaned his head on his right hand, with his elbow on the table, giving off the lazy appearance. Where there this many teachers last time? His eyes where half open and bored. All these people talked about was 'trouble maker' this and 'rule breaker' that... Did they have fun at all?

[narakunohana]

Fun?

Oh, Miss Layla Clavering had a lot of this so-called "Fun."

Fun, as in Cosplay. She had been the favorite of some students because of the colourful costumes that she wore regularly as if they were everyday clothing. Though, some had been a little more careful with her - After all, Layla was still a mystery, even to some.

Her motives were unclear, even despite the incidents at 42 that almost cost her license. Well, not like it wasn't something that couldn't be covered.

Well, those aside. The woman had received word of a meeting amongst the faculty - and as faculty she was bound to at least show up, right?

The woman would open the door gently, revealing herself to be dressed in a cosplay of Tomoyo Daidouji from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles.

Her eyes would gaze upon the School supervisor, and after a few moments of quiet observation she would smile softly, her serene voice beginning it's entrance. "Good morning, Mister Asiv." She said, "I believe you have called a meeting?"

[Ms. Glass]

Celestine wasn't too sure of if there was a meeting or not. After all, Mr. Asiv was known to be nothing if not a prankster. She entered the room indicated on the notice and carefully checked around in case something was going to jump out at her. Paranoid? Just a bit. Her creative mind had gotten wind of a prankster president and promptly thrown all kinds of possibilities into her mind.

She definitely didn't want to get squashed, squished, stretched, prodded, poked, or anything of that nature with anything of that nature. Been there, done that. Prank wars were fun and all, but she wanted to keep her teaching license.

She saw Layla and Mr. Asiv. Looks like he hadn't been kidding when he'd called the meeting. For once.

"Seems I haven't missed much." she nodded to the two.

[Zack Asiv]

Finally two teachers stepped up to speak to him. Seemed out of the bunch of faculty present two descided to chit chat with the Supervisor.

"Yes, well, I called this meeting to more or less introduce everyone to everyone, but me and Dr. Clavering already know alittle of each other."

Asiv's off colored brown eyes would look to the other female teacher, taking in a breath of that lung cancer causing smoke and blowing it out, making sure to keep the smoke trailing away from the females.

"Though I do not know you. I'm Zack Asiv."

[Jean Beauvais]

...and Jean slipped in quietly, unnoticed, wondering where all the other teachers were. Surely there were more than three faculty members excluding Mr. Asiv himself? With a quiet sigh, she slipped her hands into her black, long sleeved cardigan and approached her fellow colleagues. There was a rather flamboyant and colorfully dressed woman that brought a small smile to the young girl's lips, and a more simple looking woman with big boobs (judging by the image in the character biography). Jean wanted to poke them, but...that would make Jean a creeper slash lesbian, and she was neither of those. She stood off a bit to the side; it seemed as if names were being exchanged, but she wouldn't bother with hers - not yet, anyway.

[narakunohana]

"Yes, well, I called this meeting to more or less introduce everyone to everyone, but me and Dr. Clavering already know alittle of each other." Layla grinned her patented barely-readable grin, of which was followed by a floating cup of piping hot tea setting itself on the table, where Layla would sit down after the chair had more or less moved on it's own to give her space.

Yeah, this woman was a little creepy - maybe even more than. Not everyone was psychokinetic.

"Very little, Mister Asiv." She noted, her eyes turning around to meet the supervisor's, "But then, I suppose I barely knew most of the faculty."

"Though I do not know you. I'm Zack Asiv."

--- Layla would look towards the new teacher and smile. "And I, Layla Clavering." She introduced herself, turning around to greet the other newcomer, Jean, with a smile. "I'm afraid I don't know either of your names."

"The smoke is killing me, Reira-samaaaa!" A plushie said as it shot up from behind the cosplaying woman and basically sitting on her head. "Smoking is bad for your health, desu!" It said, scolding the supervisor.

It was... a rather funny sight, actually.

Layla chuckled. "Aww," She said, "He cares about you, Asiv."

Yet another eerie grin.

Creeeeepy woman.

[The New Student Dean]

OOC: Upon realization that my character's image is probably Tseng...

"What!? My Memo Said Nothing Of This!"
Theme Song: Turk's Theme by Nobuo Uematsu

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"Oye... you'll be fine, lad. Snapping your fingers makes it only too apparent," I sighed, looking at Toyota... Mr. Adam... whatever the man wanted to be called. It was hard for even me to differentiate if I was close to him or no, but it didn't really stop me. My rather old arms were fitted in my usual---already student-stereotyped---hobo attire, with my bowler hat on, long trench coat, and all of my ordinary clothing that I wore underneath it. The Dean in his own fashion was wearing his high-end suit complete with a tie, leather gloves, Italian shoes... basically, giving off the atmosphere of a man who was going to a business meeting every minute of his life as opposed to being a Student Dean. The only thing that betrayed this image was the way in which his hair was... put. I understood the purpose of it (though I suspected a larger part of it was more for aesthetics as opposed to actually being part of his device), but still, it would always get the Dean very mixed reviews.

...That's when I saw the large grouped up bunch of faculty members.

A smile wrapped about my wizened lips as I suddenly gave a quick, playful shot to the Dean's left shoulder, nodding towards him as I did.

"Well now, have fun. I know how much you're worrying about the paperwork, so... I'll get on that for you. See ya, boy.~" I laughed, turning about before he could get a chance to turn about in his "slow, proper, professional" manner.

Hehe, so predictable.

Walking away, towards his office, hands deep in my pockets, I suddenly whirled about.

"And be sure to greet all of them! All of them!"

I could feel the mental sweat drop in his head.

Hehe... Youth.

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The Dean's snapping of his finger grew quieter and quieter as the silent beat in his head was slowly being drowned out by the mass of chatting by the mass of other teachers. Complaints, getting to know each other, flirting... The Dean took extra care not to judge more then a good majority of them as being as bad as the students in the mannerism that they gossiped. Its not like he wasn't guilty of it too---just that he did it much more differently.

...

"And be sure to greet all of them! All of them!"

...That guy...

Slowly, the Dean nodded towards the nearest group, bowing slightly with his upper torso before extending his hand.

"Greetings. My name is Mr. Adams."

Formal.~

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Imagine the dean bowing and nodding to each and every person with the same cordial, calm smile every time. And at the end of it, not a drop of sweat---if he weren't on the job, he easily imagined himself just sort of just squeezing through all these people and heading straight for the Supervisor of Public High School #259. However, he didn't.

However, breaking through the manifold of people, he realized that there were only... three other people, the fourth one who was smoking probably being the Supervisor himself. Whatever the Dean knew of protocol... well, the Supervisor in all essence, shape, and form was above that or deemed himself above that which didn't really bother the Dean at all, so he hesitated when looking at these four---well, three, actually. He looked to his side to see a woman dressed in a black, long sleeved cardigan.

"Greetings," the man would offer with a nod and an extension of his hand.

He hoped she wouldn't say anything.

He hoped she wouldn't say anything.

He hoped she wouldn't say anything.

Thinking back to a few moments ago, to the misreble amount of people of whom he had to explain his position to and hide the true purpose of his hair for being thus irked him. Polite, professional, cordial shallowness amongst a group of people who probably wouldn't be too interested in seeing him again? If it wasn't for Freddo, the man would get to the point and leave.

Outside, there was nothing wrong.

Inside, his mind's teeth would be grating.

If she simply acknowledged him or ignored him, he'd give another nod before walking over to the Supervisor, who was surrounded by... a more strangely dressed woman (who appeared to be highly familiar to him, according to his files, if that was the same doll as...) and another teacher. Giving them both a quick nod and a smile, he'd stand in front of the Supervisor, hands at his sides.

"Sir. Mr. Adam reporting, sir."

Giving a very respectful nod, he'd then take a few steps to the side of the threesome, opposite of the cardigan woman but slightly closer to the the threesome at the desk.

[Ms. Glass]

Celestine simply nodded her understanding. Zach Asiv, Layla Clavering, Jean Beauvais..... And Adam. What... had they been called for? She shrugged before taking seat, crossing her legs as she sat.

"Well, isn't this just a darling little tea party?" she said. She spoke not mockingly, but mischievously. The entire staff? What a small group it was.

"I'm Celestine Glass," she said, speaking for the profit of those that didn't yet know her. "I teach just about whatever comes my way."

Then, grinning a bit, she shrugged again. "Just figured I'd get that outta the way."

[Zack Asiv]

Asiv watched each person enter and speak, he would raise a smile to each, lifting his head from his hand he would look at the doll... Yup that thing was still around... She was such an odd women, but a good doctor... Bah. She was cool in his book for now.

Asiv would stare at the doll for a few moments... Long silence... More starring, no motion from Asiv except his breathing.

"Fine. I'll stop the smoking for now."

Taking the cig from his mouth he would pinch the cherry between his thumb and index finger letting a small burst of Qi out the cherry would be put out easily and stuffed away in his jacket pocket.

And then...

The formal and respectable greeting of Mr. Adam... The dean. Asiv would also spot the other female teacher... slash ers... There sure where alot of the females in this room. At this realization a huge sweat drop would form on the back of his head. Looking back to Mr. Adam.

"Please, everyone sit."

Asiv knew of Mr. Adam's mission here, maybe not completely, but enough to trust the man. The others though...

"I think we should all share our reasons for doing what we do. I descided to try and learn as much as I could about herbology, but I didnt get too far so I descided to try and teach young minds. Hoping one day someone would figure out how to cure most diseases."

[narakunohana]

"I think we should all share our reasons for doing what we do. I descided to try and learn as much as I could about herbology, but I didnt get too far so I descided to try and teach young minds. Hoping one day someone would figure out how to cure most diseases."

Interesting. Herbology, right? Heh. Layla's reason for teaching was not easy to explain - or if at all something she was willing to let out. At least, out in the open. However, it would also be somewhat rude; after all, Asiv did share his story. Why not her own, right?

The English-Japanese woman sipped her tea quietly, placing the tea cup onto the table as silent as humanly possible before opening her mouth. "I am not sure as to how many of you know already, but I already work at California Hospital as the Chief Surgeon." She started, "Surgery is a very tasking, but sometimes routine job. Despite what people usually associates us with, the field of Medicine can get quite boring on its own."

She grinned. "I wanted a change of pace; a little excitement; maybe do something worthwhile in the process."

"Besides, desu -- " The plush doll continued, "-- Most of the students here are frequenters at our hospital, desu. It would be more effective to serve as a hospital proxy here than to wait at a hospital, desu yo."

"Yes, yes~." The woman nodded, smiling still. Though, to tell the truth - these reasons were barely scratching the surface of her teaching profession.

She had... many personal reasons.

Amongst of which can be considered quite selfish.

Though, Layla did truly learn to love her students....

[Ms. Glass]

Celestine blinked at the words. At least two of her colleagues, it seemed, had good intentions towards the children. She smiled.

Her own intentions were of a similar nature, she supposed.

"I am what I am because of what I do," she said serenely. "So I teach what I teach, for, so it seems, both me and you."

She taught, after all, in a manner against the school system of corporal punishment. She'd yet to harm a student or anything of the sort, and she intended to keep it that way. Besides, the grades in her classes were typically fairly good.