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Post by Ostrich on Jun 13, 2017 15:30:05 GMT -5
jennThe rage she felt was unlike anything she'd ever felt before; at least not sense moving here. She'd dealt with a lot, and she couldn't stand seeing another person hurting...but she hadn't known what to do. She was angry at the bully, and she was angry at herself for standing there and just watching before turning away and just...walking off. Walking off to where she was now, in an empty classroom. She wasn't even sure which subject it was; she was so new that she hadn't yet attended all the classes. There were a few maps she could see on the walls, but she wasn't paying a whole lot of attention. She was trying to calm herself so that she could control the color of her eyes again; she knew the must have been a brilliant red by now with her uncontrollable anger. She was just sitting in the chair at the teacher's desk, leaning back in the chair and staring at the desk, devoid of anything except a cup of pins. It seemed this room was abandoned, if nothing else. But that's what she liked about it, there wasn't clutter and things that she could get yelled at for touching or looking at. She just had wanted a quite place to sit, that was all. Sighing, she took a deep breath, and laid her forehead against the desk closing her eyes. She lost track of the minutes as she waited for the bell to ring, just trying to calm herself down a bit. There wasn't really anything she could have done besides go get a teacher, and the kid should know how to handle himself, right? It wasn't like it had been that bad...but she just hadn't wanted to get into any trouble the first day in this new place.
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Post by jenn on Jun 15, 2017 9:43:09 GMT -5
  You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only one✭✭
There were a lot of differences between teaching adolescents and teaching at the collegiate level. Most were good, at least in Elliot’s eyes. But, the one thing that he couldn’t get used to was lunch duty. Granted, he understood why it was necessary. Eli had only been teaching at Quasar Academy for a few weeks, and he already had to settle several disputes and even break up an actual fist fight. Hormones were surging and kids just didn’t know how to channel them, he got that. But, what he hated was that three times per week, he was expected to give up one of his free periods to either roam the hallways or the cafeteria, making sure students weren’t getting in trouble. Elliot needed those free periods more than the average teacher. Most days, his Adderall wore off by the time he got home. Tasks like grading and creating lessons then took 2-3 times longer than it would when he was on his meds, and because of this, Eli would often just push them off. And this was why he was already behind in giving back tests and papers.
Lost in his own world, as was usual for Elliot, he almost didn’t notice that the door to his classroom was open. Although scatterbrained, Eli was sure that he had closed it, not wanting to invite trouble. He still hadn’t gotten around to decorating the classroom yet, it was still on his never-ending to-do list. But, Elliot kept a lot of important things in his classroom, including tests and answer keys. The last thing he needed was kids cheating already. Quickly, Elliot walked into the classroom and blurted out, “You can’t be in here.”
After he did so, Elliot saw that the girl sitting at his desk was clearly in some kind of distress. He didn’t recognize her, which didn’t mean much. Elliot was terrible at remembering names and faces, and it seemed that students were constantly transferring to the school mid-year. Lowering his tone, he said much more kindly, “Is everything okay?” Elliot knew that look all too well, having been bullied himself while in school. When Elliot had started at Quasar, he had made it his goal to help as many kids, especially those who were being bullied.
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Post by Ostrich on Jun 30, 2017 11:52:38 GMT -5
Ramona ignored the footsteps when she first heard them, passing them off as just another person passing her by in the hallway. No one really stopped to look into the empty rooms, no one thought anyone would be in there. And she wasn't moving, so she wouldn't have elicted a response from their peripheral vision. She wasn't moving much anyway, she was just letting tears roll down her cheeks without letting them rack her bodies with sobs. She felt worthless. She felt like the worst kind of human being, because she hadn't done anything. She was just trying to stay out of sight and out of mind, but she should have at least stopped the bully somehow...but how? She was weak. She had trouble controlling her emotions, she had trouble controlling her thoughts even. But that was why she was here; to learn once again and use them to her advantage.
The footsteps stopped though, and someone blurted out, almost yelling. "You can't be in here." If it had not been for the word 'in' it might have thrown her into a panic attack of memories about her grandmother, telling her she couldn't be here, that she shouldn't exist, that she was better off having never been born. But alas, the small syllable word was there, and it saved her from such an attack. Instead, she took a deep breath and simply lifted her head. A red mark on her forehead was prominent, from where she had been leaning her head against the desk. She looked to the man who had entered, giving him an innocent and sweet little smile as she raised her right hand and ran her thumb beneath her eyes, wiping away what remained of the tears she had shed. Her eyes were a neutral blue; not to haunting but definitely made them pop.
The man spoke again, this time much more gentle, much more caring. Is everything okay? He had asked her, and she wanted to say no, she wanted to pour her emotions out and let him pick up the pieces. But something in her stopped her from doing that, some will to survive on her own for the moment.
"Just have a headache, is all."
She mused, her voice light and airy as she stood from the chair and walked toward him, covering the ground between them in just a few steps. Her eyes were still puffy from the tears as she tilted her head and peered at him a moment, before turning to look around the classroom. She waved her hand out.
"Is this your classroom? Sorry, I thought it was empty...the walls are so barren."
She stepped away from him then, looking to the student desks and walking toward one of them. She leaned against it as she picked up one of her feet, then looked back over her shoulder at him.
"What do you teach? Perhaps I could give you a few decoration tips as payment for stealing your seat? I made it warm for you, at least."
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Post by jenn on Jul 7, 2017 22:56:15 GMT -5
You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only one✭✭
When the girl raised her head at the sound of his voice, it was very evident that she had been sitting there for quite some time. There was a red mark on her forehead, clearly from resting it on either the desk. The girl immediately pasted a smile on her face, but it was no disguise for Elliot. Her eyes were still red and puffy, even as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, and he could see the evidence of tear trails on her cheeks. Elliot felt his heartbreak. He hated seeing children this distraught, and something told him that it was more than a friendship dispute or a love’s quarrel. Something had caused the girl before him so much pain that she felt like she had to hide away and lie, for Elliot didn’t believe it for a second that a headache had caused this much visible distress.
However, before Elliot could offer to get the school nurse, the girl was on her feet and was already changing the subject. Elliot took this as a sign that the girl didn’t want to talk about whatever was upsetting her. Eli knew better than to push it, not right now. He was still a stranger, and quite frankly, he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to open up. He had to create a safe place for her, first.
The young girl practically glided as she walked towards him, taking the few steps that separated the two of them. Up close, Elliot was surprised to see how startling blue her eyes were, despite the tears. However, his train of thought was lost as she mentioned the state of his classroom. Elliot mocked offense as he said, “You don’t like how I decorated?” He chuckled a little before continuing, “Decorating has never quite been my forte. My older sister got all the creative genes in the family.” Quite frankly, she got all the patience and attention required for art, but Elliot kept that comment to himself.
When she walked towards the student desks, Elliot took this as his cue to reclaim his own chair. He stole a glance at his watch, and saw that he only had 15 minutes left of his lunch duty anyway. He couldn’t imagine that anyone would be too terribly upset if he ended a little early, especially considering the circumstances. As he sat down, he answered her question, “I teach history. American history is my favorite by far, although I guess that isn’t very obvious by the state of my classroom.” Smirking, he then told her, “Heck, you can even come in and decorate yourself, if you’d like. I’ll have to approve everything first, of course, but you can pretty much have free rein.” Elliot kind of felt guilty using a student to do the work that he didn’t want to do, but she seemed enthusiastic about the state of his classroom. And, at least then, the next time she was upset, she knew a friendly face she could turn to.
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Post by Ostrich on Jul 16, 2017 15:35:05 GMT -5
jennRamona immediately got wide eyed and defense, her voice cracking high as he asked his question about not liking how I decorated. "Oh! Oh no, it's perfect! Certainly gives a good...ah...focusing feel. Nothing to distract the eye..."Her voice trailed off as she was inwardly screaming, throwing a temper tantrum at herself for having been so daft and saying tha to a teacher. But his chuckle...his chuckle warmed her heart, and she blushed a little. She rather liked the sound of the chuckle, and wondered if she could make him do it again. She raised her hand up and put her elbow on the desk, hiding her cheek in her hand and hoping he wouldn't notice. He did have quite a nice face, and he seemed fairly new here...She blushed again, look at her. Not even here a week and she was already developing a crush on the teacher. She sprang up out of her seat when he mentioned history, and about letting her come in and decorate. American History was probably one of her favorite subjects...and it would allow time outside of class to spend with him. She stood, and went up to his desk...turning her back to him and leaning against the desk as she stared around the classroom. "I think, the best way to decorate then, would put the progression of the American States over the years. By the door, put a map of the thirteen colonies, and of course the revolutionary war flag...if you can find a real replica to hang that would be most exquisite...though I don't imagine they come cheap."She raised her hands, seeming to judge the distance along the wall. "Then jump forward a few years after the war, to where everything was broken up into territories...and maybe trail it down to where they became states...and then just go by every ten years or so to show the progression of the states..."She smiled and looked over her shoulder at him giving him a smile, before standing up and walking to the back of the room and spreading her arms out a bit. "And, then, by here, you'd have the civil war era, so you could put a replica of the confederate flag and lists of which states were in the union, and which states were in the confederacy..."She looked up to the ceiling, walking one foot in front of the other and sashaying her hips a little, perhaps not even realizing she was doing it, raising her finger to under her chin as though she was deep in thought. "O! Yes, around the ceiling, instead of the alphabet like they do in kiddie classrooms, have a list of the states with the year they were added to the United States!"She clapped her hands in excitement, and was standing in front of his desk again. She put her hands down on it, leaning on it a bit. She didn't realize that her shirt slightly came away, and if he looked at the right angle, he could see down it. She was just excited to get her mind off of things...and the prospect of spending time with such a cute teacher didn't seem so bad. "The most important question though...who should have won, Hamilton or Burr?"
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Post by jenn on Jul 17, 2017 22:00:48 GMT -5
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Elliot smiled good-naturedly at the girl, as it was clear that she was embarrassed that she had supposedly offended him. He wanted to show her that he was joking, and that he wasn’t actually offended. Especially since she really hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true. His classroom was pretty bare, but every time he sat down to brainstorm ways to make it look friendlier, his mind ended up wandering towards other, non-important thoughts, and before he knew it, he was lost in another day dream.
It was clear from the minute the young girl sprung out of the desk she was sitting at, she was passionate about history. It was Eli’s favorite type of student. It was easy to teach information and historical reasoning. Passion, on the other hand, had to come from within the student. Eli’s eyes followed the girl as she walked around and indicated where things should be placed within the confines of the room, silent as she continued to sprout out ideas. Honestly, they were pretty good. Better than anything Elliot could have come up with on his own, and of course, much better than its current empty state. The girl’s excitement was infectious, and he couldn’t help but grin as she approached his desk, saying, “All great ideas. Unfortunately, I don’t have much of a budget, but I have access to all the paper, markers, crayons, and art supplies you could ever need. So if you are up for the challenge, you have the job!”
As the girl leaned on the desk, her shirt slipped away from her skin, and if Elliot had been a different kind of man, it would have been easy to peek. Eli was sure it was unintentional. Female teenage fashion was a lot more risqué than Elliot had remembered. Instead, Elliot leaned backwards on his chair so that the front two legs just barely lifted from the ground, and he balanced precariously on the back two as the girl asked her Hamilton or Burr questioned. It made Elliot laugh again. He placed his hands on the back of his head, intertwining his fingers before saying, “Well, that’s a tough one. Many people believe that Burr was the better politician. He was more diplomatic, knew how to play the game right. And, of course, he had every right to be angry with Hamilton for smearing his presidency campaign. However, I have always been a fan of Hamilton. He was loud and brash, but he stood up for what he believed in. When you compare their contributions to the establishment of our early government, it is clear that Hamilton’s influence played a more beneficial role compared with Burr’s. Plus, I truly believe that he missed the shot on purpose. There’s historical evidence to back it up! It says a lot about the man who refuses to take another’s life, compared with the man who was willing to take that step for so-called honor. Which, in any case, ruined his political career anyway. So, no matter what anyone says, I am a Hamilton man, through and through. Before the silly play came out.” Elliot knew he was rambling at this point, but he couldn’t help himself. It was hard to control the word vomit that ensued when he talked about something he truly enjoyed.
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 5, 2017 12:11:08 GMT -5
Ramona's mind went into overdrive the moment that he asked her to color. If he wanted it to look like a kindergarten classroom, then she certainly could, but alas, she had no talent for drawing of any sort. Even one map of the united states as detailed as she had imagined it would take her a year or more to do, working on it in her spare time. Like her mind did most of the time, it changed the subject almost immediately, thinking to a girl she had spent an afternoon with in the courtyard. She hadn't seen her again, but she could do quite amazing magic that Ramona hadn't seen the likes of before, and she could create masterpieces. She wondered if she'd ever see the other girl again, as she couldn't remember seeing her around campus again. Though, wasn't it just different spells? Maybe she could convince one of the art students to help her.
All these thoughts went through her mind in the split seconds it took Elliot to react to her leaning against his desk. At his laugh, she snapped out of it, and a plan seemed to form in her mind. She saw his reaction to her shirt falling open, and she blushed, acting innocent as she stood up and straightened herself out, listening to his passionate tirade about Hamilton and Burr. She knew it would get the history teacher riveted, and knowing the ins and outs of the duel was just the spark that Ramona needed to get an insane idea forming in her head. If she couldn't have the girl...why not this guy? She wouldn't want her when she found out how broken she was on the inside anyway. No one would, without magic...And this guy...he was cute, in his dorky little way. He might very well be out of her league, or it might be a horrible idea...but Ramona was good at horrible ideas. She tilted her head, contemplating starting a debate for Burr, but he had more or less covered all of the points. And it really wasn't a good idea to take on a teacher, who has years more experience than you and all the facts when you were just trying to debate.
"The play isn't that bad! Though yes, the duel shouldn't have happened like that. Besides, guns made it far too easy-dueling with swords was much more manly anyway. Burr took the cowards way out, if you ask me, pulling the trigger."
She twirled to her seat, leaning on her hands as she looked up to him, a bit of a glint in her eyes.
"Oh!"
She stuck out her hand toward him, still sitting behind her desk.
"I'm Ramona Hendrick, I have your class next period so I might as well stay. You're Professor Cook, I take it? It is a pleasure to meet you. It's nice to see a younger face-some of these grizzled old professors do not even remotely seem to have any respect for free time or just being a teenager...essays and projects first step into the door!"
She laughed, a joyous little sound that seemed to emanate from her. It felt good to laugh, even if it might have been a little oddly placed of a laugh, but it was genuine. Her entire face seemed to light up with it, and when she was done there were dimples in her cheeks.
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Post by jenn on Aug 10, 2017 9:40:27 GMT -5
You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only one✭✭
Elliot was more than pleased when he realized the young girl had actually listened to his tirade. It was clear that she wasn’t here to earn brownie points or extra credit, but because she enjoyed the topic of history. Too often while teaching at the collegiate level, Eli had students wander in under the illusion of wanting to discuss a topic, only to find out that they were just searching for a change in their grade. It was disheartening, to say the least, when Elliot poured his heart and soul into teaching. However, it was students like the one who stood before him that made it worthwhile. Elliot couldn’t help himself as he jumped out of his chair and exclaimed, “Yes, precisely! There was no honor or skill with gun, especially in that era. Most of the time, it was just pure luck. But, the problem was, with the new style of guerilla warfare, swordsmanship was seen as a dying art, despite the fact that it showed actual skill!” It was at that moment that Elliot realized that he had stood up, and blushing slightly, he sat back down before telling her, “I suppose I will have to at least give the play a chance, if only because that is what I instruct my students to do with history before they write it off completely.”
It wasn’t until the girl introduced herself as Ramona that Elliot realized he hadn’t know her name the entire conversation. This wasn’t unlike him, though. He was terrible with names, and he usually forgot them the minute the person was out of sight. Something told Elliot that he wasn’t going to forget Ramona’s name anytime soon. Walking over to where she was seated, he shook her hand and said, “Yes, I am Professor Cook, it is very nice to meet you Ramona.” Eli couldn’t help but notice how pretty the young girl was, especially now that she was smiling. When he had been in high school, she would have been the type of girl he’d chase, especially since she would have been so out of his league. Elliot backed up a few steps so that he was leaning against his desk, arms crossed casually as he chuckled again and told her, “I can’t promise that there won’t be any essays or projects, especially not in your fifth year of studies. You’ve got to start preparing for a college workload! But, I can promise that I will not provide work for the sake of work. All assignments will have a purpose. And I will try and make things as interesting as possible, scout’s honor.” With his last two words, Elliot held up the universal boy scout gesture. He had only been a boy scout for about 2 months before he had been kicked out for not following the rules of the meetings, but he felt like he could still use the honor code.
Elliot then shifted so that he was actually sitting on the edge of his desks, his long legs just barely dangling, before asking, “So you’ll be in my Modern America class. What are some things that you’d be interested in learning? Our time period will start with the 80’s and will end with the present day.” Elliot found that students who directed the topics of study tended to be more interested in learning about them, and especially with a class full of students who were preparing to start their next journey in college, keeping students in engaged could be a challenge.
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 11, 2017 17:52:20 GMT -5
"Well of course I don't mean no homework, I just don't mean fifty-five problems on material we haven't learned to be due in a week."
She threw her hands up in the air in an exasperated manner, wondering how on earth some of the professors managed to think the students were supposed to learn and retain the information.
"I mean, it's basically asking for students to cheat to just make sure they can even get through the homework, instead of reading the material properly and understanding it. It's ridiculous sometimes. Just ridiculous."
She mused, completely forgetting the fact that she possibly just implicated herself as ever having thought of the idea of cheating in the first place. Of course she didn't like to, but it wasn't beneath her if it was one of the only options when you weren't a complete genius. She did have other classes, and she did try to have at least some semblance of a social life, however minor of one, so she did not like to be spending 24/7 crammed into a text book. Now well, if she had the book being recited to her by such a handsome teacher, like poetry perhaps...now that would be a different story altogether...
"What was that again?"
She spoke, her mouth a little ahead of her brain, as he spoke again and drew her out of her day dream about sitting there on a porch swing and him reading the civics book to her. She blushed bright red at the thought, though thinking about playing with his hair couldn't quite escape her little mind.
"Oh, I'd be quite interested to know the conspiracies behind the cold war and if it's really over and all, especially considering what's going on with the current um...well, you know. Circus that is the capitol at the moment. I won't be surprised when I'm having to hide my kids from the reaping in a few years."
She glanced to his fingers, noticing that there were no lines for rings, and a small tug at the corner of her lips formed.
"Wasn't there something about a history club on campus? I think we should start one, if there isn't...on second thought, I don't think I've seen one."
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Post by jenn on Sept 19, 2017 17:45:20 GMT -5
You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only one✭✭
Elliot couldn’t help but frown a little at Ramona’s words, concerned about the workload she was expecting. Was it common practice at Quasar Academy to overload the students with busy work, just to put something in the grade book? Well, regardless, that would never be Eli’s teaching style. He was a firm believer that if he was teaching well, his students wouldn’t need a lot of busy work to boost their grades. In reality, all excessive work did was decrease morale, making students hate school. So lost in his own thoughts, Eli didn’t even hear Ramona’s comment about cheating, and instead replied, “Don’t worry, I promise you I will never do that. I don’t believe in busy work. You guys don’t want to do it, and I don’t want to grade it, it’s a lose-lose situation all-around. All my assignments will be for your benefit, so that you have a better understanding of the topics I’m teaching.” Eli was sure it was not going to be a difficult promise to keep.
Elliot was sure that it was his rambling that caused Ramona to zone out. It wouldn’t be the first time that he was so excited about a topic, he went on and on about it, not realizing that his audience had tuned him out. He wasn’t sure why Ramona was blushing, when he was the one who was clearly boring her to death. However, she didn’t seem too terribly uninterested as she began listing things she’d like to learn about. Grinning, Elliot replied, “We can definitely spend some time on conspiracy theories and how they contributed to the panic surrounding communism. And of course we’ll talk about current events. But, I’m not sure how politically correct it would be for me to link the two together.” Winking, he continued, “I’ll let the class draw their own conclusions on what they think was happening.” Elliot knew it was near impossible to keep personal political views out of the classroom when you were teaching modern history, but Eli did his best to minimize his students’ exposure to his bias. He wanted his students to be able to form their own views based on what they learned. That way, when they were ready to stand up for what they believed in, they understood what exactly they were fighting for, not what was portrayed in the media or what was told to them by a figure of authority.
Ramona’s next question caught Elliot by surprise. Quickly, he tried to rack his brain for the list of clubs and organizations the school had on campus, but he couldn’t remember seeing one. After a moment, he replied, “I don’t believe there is one, but I wouldn’t want to step on anyone’s toes.” Flashing Ramona a smile, he continued, “That could be your important job! Investigate to see if the school already has one. If not, get all the information you can on starting a club. I would be more than happy to serve as the faculty advisor.” Immediately, ideas began to spin through Elliot’s mind, of after school field trips, history-based fundraisers, and re-enactments that the whole school could participate if they wanted to. It wasn’t something that Elliot had even thought of being a part of, but now that the idea was pasted in his brain, he was excited to get started.
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Post by Ostrich on Jul 23, 2018 20:47:24 GMT -5
His smile was enchanting to her, putting her in a trance almost immediately. She didn't care about any of her other classes; this was the one she wanted to excel in, and show the teacher here what she could do. She grinned as he did, stretching out across her desk so that it pressed against her shirt a bit, making it rather easy, if he so desired, to stare down to her cleavage. She was not at all against using her feminine wills, if only to get attention from the teacher. She didn't want to cheat by it and get a better grade, she just wanted to be able to be noticed...by anyone sometimes. At his excitement over the thought of a history club, she couldn't help but grin even wider, biting her lips a little to try and keep her cool and not sing out a tune that might make him fall for her, but she couldn't help but start humming.
"We'll need to come up with a theme song for the club, won't we? I mean, everything always has a theme song..."
She stood, standing tall and putting her hand over her heart. Closing her eyes, she tried her best to steady her breaths; pouring her emotions into words was not always the best idea, and the fire burning within her right now-the anger, the lonliness-would surely get this adorable teacher in trouble.
"My heart beats true for the red white and blue,
even when it comes down to just me and you;
A-hey and a-hoy, it's from fourteen-ninety-two,
when that silly old Columbus found us all alone,
would've been easier had he called us on the phone;
thinking he'd sailed all the way to the West Indies-
Imagine if he had seen the colors on me!
It wasn't long after that we started colonies,
Virginia came first, a failure to be seen,
Malaria, Dysentery, Almost like a crime scene-
Until the natives saved us with a feast,
they showed us how to kill their beasts...
On and on we went, fighting for our independence,
fighting for others freedom; it was so intense!
And here we are today,
What can we all say!
My heart beats true for the red white and blue,
even though my heart truly beats for you..."
The last line was a bit muttered, but she looked him straight in the eye when she said it and there seemed to be a glint in her eye as her heart seemed to yearn for the touch of his hand on her cheek, to feel the warmth of his lips against hers. Anything right now...man had she fallen fast and hard for this older gentleman, and she knew she didn't really have a chance with him. He seemed respectable enough to not touch a student, but her feminine wills were getting the best of her.
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Post by jenn on Jul 24, 2018 9:42:33 GMT -5
The smile that brightened Ramona’s face was endearing. Eli was happy that he had found a student who was passionate about history. Those were his favorite students to teach. He was so enthralled that he almost didn’t notice that the way she shifted made her cleavage more visible. Almost. Elliot was so naïve, though, that the thought that Ramona was doing it purposely never crossed his mind. He truly believed that it was an accident, that in her excitement, she didn’t notice that when she shifted her weight, she was exposing herself. Elliot shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the situation. He couldn’t say anything to her, that opened himself up to all kinds of sexual harassment accusations. So, he did what he could and fixed his gaze strictly on her face, doing his best to ignore the rest of her body. Thankfully, he was saved from any more awkwardness as she stood up and began singing what was to become their new club’s theme song. Her voice was sweet and the words pouring from her mouth were thoughtful. Eli couldn’t believe that she was making this up on the spot, incorporating a beautiful melody with incredible lyrics. Soon, Elliot began to pretend to conduct her, encouraging her to continue. He bobbed his head gently to the beat, causing his dirty blonde hair to fall gently into his eyes. He hardly even noticed, enjoying himself too much to be bothered by something as silly as hair. All too soon, the song was over. Elliot didn’t catch the last few words Ramona sang. He assumed that she had run out of words to incorporate into the song, and so instead, just hummed the last few bars to end it. Clapping his hands, Elliot exclaimed, “Bravo! That is the perfect theme song for our club. You should write it down before you forget it.” He quickly averted his gaze to his messy desk and began shuffling things around, looking for items Ramona could use. He eventually found a pen, but was unable to locate a piece of paper for her to use. Sheepishly, he held out the pen and told her, “I have half of what you need, I’m a little disorganized at the moment.”Tagged: OstrichWord Count: 371 Notes: Too lazy to use my template XD |
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 6, 2018 15:52:00 GMT -5
She smiled, he was indeed adorable. Was he purposefully this adorable, or was he oblivious to the effect he had on her? She was falling more in love with him every second...a puppy love sort of love, but to her that's all she had ever known. He seemed to ignore her every physical advancement though. Which, indeed was respectable of a teacher; she wouldn't like him so much if he was all at her. Logically, he would also get into a lot of trouble. She brushed her fingers gently against his, blushing brightly as if it was unintentional. In her mind, she could feel the sparks between them flying. This was the right answer, right here. Him. He would fill up the emptiness inside her with...something, alright.
"Don't worry, I've got plenty of paper!"
Rushing back to her desk, she fiddled until she found a notebook and started jotting what appeared to be the school anthem down. But, it was so much more than that. She glanced up to him then, her eyes twinkling a bit.
"What about we make the plans for this over dinner? I can cook a mean lasagna. I mean, if you don't already have a date with your girlfriend."
Part of it was a leading question, digging to see if he had a girlfriend yet, and part of it was trying to sound completely innocent and just wanting companionship for dinner.
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Post by jenn on Aug 8, 2018 7:57:54 GMT -5
Vaguely, Eli felt Ramona’s hand brush up against his own, but he didn’t think much of it. Most likely, it was his fault. Because he was always in constant movement, he frequently bumped into things. He hardly even noticed anymore, which often resulted in him trying to figure out where a new bruise came from. However, he did notice Ramona’s blush, which made him feel a little bad. Clearly he had just made his student uncomfortable, even if it was completely unintentional. He would have to be more careful in the future. The room was silent for a moment, with the exception of Ramona’s pen scratching furiously in a notebook that she had pulled from her backpack. Elliot became lost in his own thoughts, thinking about all the fun things he could plan as the advisor of a history club. He was snapped from his thoughts by Ramona’s next question, which gave him pause for a moment. He hardly even noticed the girlfriend comment. Was is normal for teachers to meet with their students outside of school hours at Quasar? Elliot couldn’t imagine that was something that normally occurred at the boarding school, but he didn’t want to say no in case it was. Instead, he smiled and said, “I can’t promise dinner, but I can definitely promise lunch tomorrow. How does that sound?” Eli startled a little as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period. He didn’t quite believe it, and quickly checked his watch to confirm the time. Eyes widening, he looked up at Ramona and said, “Wow, I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun!” Standing up, he continued, “I guess that means I’ve got to start getting ready for class.” Winking, he turned around and began to write an outline of topics that they were going to discuss for the day. Word count: 309 Derek was not having a great first day of classes. The school didn’t seem that big from the outside, but he kept getting lost. He had been late to three out of his four classes so far, and had been called down to the office to be told that if he was late once more, he would be suspended for two days. Derek could not let that happen, not on his first day. And not because he really cared about his school record, but if he was suspended on his first day, Austin would never let him hear the end of it. If he was to be suspended, it was going to be for an awesome prank, not something lame like being late to class. When the bell rang to indicate that lunch period was finished, Derek threw away the rest of his lunch and immediately made his way to his next class indicated on his schedule: history. The classroom was not far from the cafeteria, and soon, he found himself walking into a mostly empty classroom, with the exception of a teacher and another female student. He could tell that the teacher was a nerd from the moment he looked at him, but the girl was pretty. He placed his backpack on the back of a desk chair a few seats away from her and smiled at her before sitting down. Word count: 232 Tagged: OstrichNotes:  |
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Baby, feel the love. I just want to feel the love
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 26, 2018 22:40:47 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry it looked longer when I first typed it...
Ramona frowned slightly, it would be a little harder if he already had a girlfriend, since the whole limitations on forcing someone to do something completely out of their nature. Lunch would have to do for now, until she could create the perfect blend of everything to entice him into abandoning his inhibitions and loving her. Eventually, he'd fall head over heels for her...right? She smiled as innocently as she could to him, but the girl had the devil's up her sleeve, and wasn't going to take no for an answer. She'd have this innocent adorable little teacher if it was the end of her, which it might very well be. She sighed, staring dreamily at the teacher when the first of the other students started to arrive.
She glanced over to him, but by the look of him he was far too young to her liking. She always liked a little spice...a little experience...or maybe she was just getting ahead of herself. She could see him eyeballing her and so she sat up a little straighter; there was no point having assets if you never showed them off, now was there? Her eyes seemed to twinkle a little with the mischief in them, perhaps though...if she acted wholly and completely invested in the history club, then Elliot might...admire her determination a little better?
Looking to the boy, she smiled as sweetly as she could.
"Hello, I'm Ramona. Would you be interested in maybe joining a history club that Professor Cook is going to help sponsor?"
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Post by jenn on Aug 29, 2018 13:39:27 GMT -5
From the corner of his eye, Elliot saw another student walk into the classroom shortly after the bell rang. He couldn’t help but smile, he was going to have some eager students in this class. He hoped that meant good engagement by the students. As much as he could go on and on about history, class was always more fun for everyone if people asked questions or stated their opinions. He didn’t mind deviating from his lesson plan if it meant a good conversation. Elliot smiled again as he heard Ramona ask the newcomer about joining their history club. She was determined, that was for sure, and with her leading, Eli was sure that the new history club was going to be a success. As much as he wanted to, he didn’t turn around and join their conversation. Students were slowly beginning to trickle in, and he needed his outline completed before the late bell rung, otherwise there was no possible way the class would stay on track. The chalk began to squeak slightly as he began writing faster. Word count: 179 Derek grinned a half-smile as the girl sat up straighter, clearly realizing the attention he was giving her. There was something in her smile that read trouble, and he was totally for it. Derek enjoyed flirting as much as the next teenager, but it was more fun if there was a bit of cat and mouse involved. It kept things interesting, and he liked a girl who could keep up with his own banter. He lounged a little bit, throwing an arm haphazardly on the desk and sitting sideways in the chair so he was facing the girl. However, the girl, who introduced herself as Ramona, surprised him. Out of everything that she could have said to him, inviting him to the history club wasn’t even on the list of things he had expected her to say. But, she was pretty and he didn’t know anyone yet, so he would play along, at least for a little bit. He replied, “Hey, I’m Derek. What does one do in a history club?” Although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, lest his half-brother, history was one of the more tolerable subjects in school, and joining the club might not be terrible. Maybe if he scored some extra credit points by participating, Austin would finally get off his back. His ice blue eyes remained fixed on Ramona, waiting for her to reply. Word count: 229 Tagged: OstrichNotes: Blech sorry this is terrible |
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 14, 2018 20:24:00 GMT -5
Ramona's interest in the boy next to her was temporarily distracted from when the chalk started squeaking across the keyboard, and in an effort to keep up with the chit chat with the boy, she gave him a bit of an eye roll and looked to the teacher...but she couldn't help softening her eyes for a moment as they turned into a little bit of a pink brown color from her emotions welling up inside of her. She wasn't sure what about his lanky little form or his choppy hair style that got her feeling connected right away, but there was just something about him. Something that made her want to go all the way in claiming him as hers. She'd have to come up with some ploy...some innocent ploy to get him to trust her and let him visit him at his house or dorm, wherever it was he lived. Watching him reach up to the top of the board and then her eyes scoped downward to his perfect little rump, highlighted in his choice of jeans.
Her attention was back on Derek before her eyes even faded back to the hazel they had been when she first looked to them. It was just the lights playing tricks on him, she was sure she could at least convince him of that. At least she'd have Elliot all to herself tomorrow, she'd just have to find someone artistically inclined. She watched his icy blue eyes, trying to read emotions from them, but couldn't. She smirked though, having a puppy dog to do her bidding...that might be nice. And he wasn't a bad looking puppy dog, even if she was in to...older men. Her voice came out in lyrical forms, as they often did when she was weaving someone into a trance. It was a bit more rappy than what she had sang for the club song, laying it down.
"Oh, we'll start with the little things; like who conquered what and when there were kings-but then I'm sure some food of the time would have to be brought in for us to dine...by candle light of course, no reason in breaking the lores! Knights in shining armor, whining over damsels in distress over farmers...some reenactment then for good measure, following out for lost pirate treasure...Everything from you and me, to kings and queens and jesters!
And as we get into the Colonial Age, I'm sure we could do more; it was such a...romantic era, though it's not displayed well by the story. Re-enact the civil war...why, the stories never do show the true heartbreak..."
Her voice trailed off for a moment, looking to Derek with mischief in her eyes.
"You wouldn't break a girl's heart and not join, would you?"
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