Getting a Feel [open]

[Kyrie Blaze]

There was a newcomer to two-five-nine...

And though she strode down the hall a few minutes before one of the midday bells would ring announcing a change in class, it was clear she wasn't a student, simply by the way she dressed (though let's face it: she could have passed being a student by height alone). Slim black suit pants, what sounded like heels - and if one looked, they would see they weren't of the high variety - and a blazer folded over the crook of her arm set her apart.

She held a folder in that arm as well, yet she clearly wasn't faculty.

Odd. Who would want to visit this school?

School Board Administration? A lost visitor? A smartly dressed tourist?

By the way she looked around as she walked, it didn't seem likely she was lost. But she was definitely checking the place out. In fact she seemed to be heading towards the gym, maybe? Or maybe just in a haphazard direction as she explored.

Kyrie's eyes flickered. It was a Thursday, bright and sunny outside. She was here alone, and hadn't told David. But then, she had told Youichi, as she left Aurelia in the woman's care, so, David would know anyway. But she needed to be here alone, with no visible ties to the Blaze family. And no distractions or someone trying to persuade her this was the path she needed to take.

[Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine]

Damien yawned and stretched out casually as the bell rung. Looking over the student's in his class. One of the rare occasion were the man had to make up for an absent teacher rather then teaching a lesson where he could be more active like he would have preferred. "That's it ladies, get going to your next class, be good and all that shit and stuff." He said lazily waving towards the door, and the student were quick to try and leave the class. Damien followed suit, planning to head towards the gym in order to actaully teach a class that could get his blood pumping, when an oddity struck him. 

Through the throng of student slowly filling the hallways, something caught his eye but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. That was until he eyes caught a glimpse once more between the cover of students of a women dressed in a more formal style that he could have expected. That once spotted made him realise his brain had picked up sound of heel against the floor, against the more thud of shoe or trainer then the click of the heels. 

Intrigued, mostly because the women at first glance appeared to be a student dress in a way he would never expect took a few long stride to catch up and cut her off. Seeing her face once he had, it became even clearer with what she was wearing that she was not a student. However Damien knew that the school had to hire new teachers sometime, and he never really bothered to learn them all beyond knowing their faces. Even so he would flat out ask. "You a new teacher right?" he said with a question to his voice. A question, that said he was unsure, assuming still but wishing to correct that assumption, if he was mistaken rather then look a fool. 


Kyrie Blaze,

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie remained just off-centre in the hall as the bell rang and released students, some teachers shooing the flock along while others remained silent—either in expectation or indifference, at the moment it didn't matter which, because it would be wild conjecture. She continued, clicking heels against the hard floors a contrast that was nearly drowned out by the padding of students.

The blonde kept her strides steady, her gaze and posture purposeful and quietly confident.

And then someone slid in front of her, injecting themselves in her path, and not pushed.

She pulled to a sharp stop and looked up, her partially braided hair lifting and abruptly falling back to rest over her shoulder as it had been. He dwarfed her by just shy of a foot, and it wasn't until he spoke that she was more or less certain he was some part of the existing faculty; his had been one of the voices instructing the students to hustle to their next period. She adopted a slight yet pleasant smile, and proceeded to correct him.

"Not currently. Though I believe you are, correct?"

For a few moments she had been quite concerned that it was a student and the school's reputation was already holding true. That wasn't to say she was completely relaxed at the moment, but she clearly wasn't tense.


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Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine,

[Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine]

"Indeed I am." Damien said with a informal nod to the women. "Damien Caine, PE teacher. Charmed Miss?" He introduced himself and asked for her name in return. Ideal curiosity, being what drove him. He wondered who the women was exactly. Maybe an inspector of some kind. Though her words made it sound like, she was a teacher instead just not currently employed to be here. Which was even more intriguing. How did this school do its interviews again? he thought to himself, wondering if that was her reason for being there. It would fit. 

However Damien, Mayhem man as he was, paid little attention to those things that bored him or had bored him. He really couldn't remember how he managed pulling off getting employed here, without pissing someone off. Though he had, so it couldn't be the most rigorous thing in the world. 

[Kyrie Blaze]

Literally the only reasons she could hazard a guess he was were the voice and the fact he had asked her. She held her right hand out in a polite gesture to shake his hand, with only a slight hesitation at his name.

"Kyrie Barrial." Flawless recovery? She hoped so, as she gave a slight, warm, smile. "A pleasure to meet you."

Provided he shook her hand - and regardless - she would withdraw her hand and cross her arm lightly over her midriff to rest her palm near her other wrist, on top of the edge of her suit jacket.

"Do you have a class to teach this period?"

Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine

[Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine]

"Yes a pleasure." Damien responed as he took her hand and shook it. His head making puns of her name, but he bite back the snappish humor. He was at work, and she looked proffessional, he was likely to get into trouble if he made certain comments. However he would probably get in trouble a different way, anyway with his next words. "Not at all." He straight up lied to her, knowing that the students in his class would keep his absence from class quiet if they could. What student wouldn't keep quiet to get an extra free period.  Even those that liked learning would keep their mouth shut, either due to ittimdation from other or the fact they hated how hard Damien would drive those he considerec 'nerds' in his classes.

"So Miss Barrial... What exactly bring you this school? Can't exactly allow random people to be walking on campus after all, we have to make sure no men or women with bad intention lead our youth astray after all." The words would sound sincere, but in truth were sarcasm at its finest. Some people didn't know how hard it would be to influence these kids more then they already did each other. Better to seem the naive teachrr, then the disheartened arse of one. 

[Kyrie Blaze]

One of the blonde's eyebrows tweaked slightly. A phys-ed teacher in this sort of school with a free period? Was he joking? The teens needed to blow of steam--which, of course, came with its own problems, she was pretty sure. But it was incredibly surprising to her that he didn't have class.

His following questions drew the other brow up just slightly, as well.

"I happen to have an interest in teaching, but thought I would inspect the school, as well as its students and faculty, before I chanced to apply for a position. I understand your concern, but I am sure you can agree this school's reputation precedes itself and it would be careless of me not to, correct?"

She didn't know what to make of him, yet, honestly. By his words she could have sworn he was being rude, but his tone suggested otherwise. Calm blue eyes looked at him, watching. Definitely true to her own word about inspecting school, students, and faculty, alike.

Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine