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Post by September on Mar 29, 2010 14:49:48 GMT -5
School, sucks.You found meShit, fuck! She was late.
Rummaging through the small closet, she quickly grabbed something to wear. Her hands running through her hair. Fuck it. Not enough time to make it look decent. Not that anyone really cared, anyway.
She grabbed her back and threw it over her shoulder as she pushed on her sneakers. "What's the rush?" September lifted her head. "Late." She groaned, leaning down and tying her shoe laces. "Again."
"Nothing new." Amanda threw back with a smile as she yawned. "What time is it anyway?" September lifted her head, turning to the clock above her bed. "ten past get the fuck up." She snorted, throwing a pillow at her roommate.
"Hey!" She protested, throwing it back at her. But, September was already out the door. "No goodbye? No, see you later?"
She popped the door back open and stuck her head inside. "Later Manders" She smiled, closing the door with a wave. She decided along time ago, that her roommate was an authentic nut-case. But hey, it worked out well considering September was anything but normal.
"Fuckin' ay." She groaned, picking up her pace a she headed toward her first class. "So... gonna get killed." She muttered. She quickly ditched into some shrubbery. "No other way.." She spoke softly.
Concentrating as hard as she could, she managed to shift into a golden retriever (funny, huh?). Grabbing the backpack with her newfound teeth, she took off running. Not gonna make it... She thought.
With a sigh, she stopped in her tracks and dropped the bag. Not like I haven't skipped before. She sighed, looking around before shifting back into her human form. "Day off. Fan-fucking-tastic. Hey, mom. Yeah... I just got kicked out of school for sleeping in.." She gave a nod. "That should go over well."
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Post by Rayner on Mar 30, 2010 17:07:15 GMT -5
Two hours already. Wake up too early. No coffee. Get him the fuck outa here. Not a good day. This wasn't going to end peacefully. Rayner jolted in his seat as he realized his pen had dropped from his mouth. He'd been biting on the end for the past hour and a half at this teachers' convention. For God's sake, he didn't need training on how to teach six year olds. He just showed them some of his powers, put a lesson to it, and they went home thinking they learned something. He needed to teach them their alphabet, their numbers, their handwriting, their weather, and that was just about it. Don't hit, don't take lunches or lunch money, don't touch other people's stuff, especially the teacher's. That was it. Simple. He didn't need a two-hour lecture on child psychology. That was what he'd gone to college for in the past years before he was a teacher.Now he realized why some of his kids got up out of their seats during class. It was fucking boring being a student if they weren't engaged. Scribbling out the last of the upcoming week's lesson plans in his schedule planner, he stood up when the rest of the four-table congregation took to their feet, thanking the speaker and shaking hands. Rayner Darcy didn't bother. He held up his hand to a few people whose faces he recognized from maybe a few years ago, but didn't have the desire to actually communicate. He wanted to get home, shower, teach his non-boring class. At least kids gave him a pick-me-up. They were always so delightful, full of life, expectant of the day. As he turned the corner, he thought he saw a dog, but then resolved it to his sleep deprivation. Couldn't have been. Dogs, in a University? |
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Post by September on Mar 30, 2010 17:14:30 GMT -5
She growled low in her throat, glaring at a girl she had fought in the club a week ago. Bitch must be pissed, because she was giving Sept this 'I'mma fucking kill you, bitch' look. Which really, honestly, did not help her at all. Like her day was going down this fan-fucking-tastic road.
WRONG!
She sighed, shaking her head and looking back at the girl as she passed by. She could have sworn she heard a mumbled 'bitch' come from her lips. "Who the fuck are you talking too?" She shot back with a glare. "Look, Gigi. I don't need your shit today, okay?" She shook her head, rolling her eyes as she stalked off.
Not paying attention, she rounded a corner and unexpectedly fell on her ass. "WHAT THE FUCK!" She screamed, picking herself up. "Can you not fucking see me walking here, dipshit?" She looked up finally, seeing a man before her.
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Post by Rayner on Mar 30, 2010 18:02:32 GMT -5
Okay. Fucking ow.
His sternum had just had a forehead lodged into it for a few seconds and goddamn it if he didn't want to punch whoever it was in the face. Hell no, this woman did not just fuck with his no-coffee-morning when he was already running late and had just gotten out of a two-hour fucking meeting about nothing. Settling for the high road as he noticed his blood pressure steadily rising, Rayner shook his head, as if to right himself.
"If I were you, I'd have a little more respect for my elders," he warned her, filling her with a firm but passive glance, "and I'd get my head out of my ass and watch where I was going instead of picking fights with other students." His eyes flickered to the girl she'd mouthed off to, waving people onward as they started to attract gazes.
People were fucking rude, and he was not in the right mood for this. Angsty college kids were not his scene, so he started to pass her, walking along on his way.
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Post by September on Mar 30, 2010 19:50:52 GMT -5
"If I were you, I'd have a little more respect for my elders, and I'd get my head out of my ass and watch where I was going instead of picking fights with other students."
She should have respect, yes. But today, was just not her day. She watched, mouth slightly agape as he walked on by. Her brows furrowed and she turned swiftly on her heels, walking after him. "Woah, woah, woah." She said, shaking her head.
"Who do you think you are? You're what? Probably--" She paused, sizing him up. "Five years or so older than me and that makes you my elder?" She scoffed. "Sorry, don't think so. In normal circumstances, yes, I would apologize." She told him.
"But since that girl--" She pointed over to where Gigi was standing. "Has like a death threat out for me, I think I deserve the right to cuss her out for calling me a bitch." She explained quickly.
Her brows furrowed as she looked at him. A heavy sigh escaping her as she shook her head. "Y'know what, never mind. You probably don't understand."
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Post by Rayner on Mar 30, 2010 19:59:24 GMT -5
"Five years that you'll never have on me," he countered, noticing her voice behind him, but he didn't stop walking, hand stuffed into his pocket, a wry smirk playing on his face. He knew if she saw it, he'd get a face full of fist. Not wanting to take that chance a few hours before school was supposed to start--shit, was it that late already?! He needed to get the fuck home; she needed to shut her mouth.
With a heavy sigh, he wiped the smile from his face and turned on his heels to face her, taking an off-balance stance, eyeing her with skepticism. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" he inquired, though part of him wanted to suggest a school shrink. Obviously she had some things that needed to be worked out. And he needed to get to work.
Now that he saw her, she didn't look all that threatening. Just confused.
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Post by September on Mar 30, 2010 20:13:32 GMT -5
"Five years that you'll never have on me,"
She rolled her eyes, though he didn't see it. "Like I want to be five years older than I am right now." She sighed, shoulders slumping a bit. She watched as he finally turned around and faced her. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
"Not uncommon for college students to skip class once in awhile" She said, folding her arms over her chest. "What are you, some college stalker looking for your next hookup?" She threw back at him, perking a brow.
This really wasn't going anywhere, she realized. "Look.. okay. So.. I should have.. technically been watching where I was walking, and for that, I am sorry." There, she said it. And he better accept it too. It wasn't often that September actually apologized for things.
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Post by Rayner on Mar 30, 2010 20:22:32 GMT -5
As she said that, he tried to remember if he'd skipped any classes in college. Soon he realized it was irrelevant at the moment, and it didn't matter since he had his teaching license and a job. He snorted, trying not to burst out laughing. "Definitely. 'Cause every one who hasn't had their morning coffee is looking for a sleazy hook-up at a college full of immature kids. I actually happen to have a job, which I am late for after a meeting to help me in that job."
Suddenly she turned her game around, and he wondered what had gotten into her so abruptly. Maybe she really did want to get to class. Unlikely, but he could have hope.
Conceding, he nodded a few times. "Thanks. Shoulda kept my own eyes up, too." Of course, he hadn't been picking a bitch fight with someone else, so he held off on the bonafide "sorry" coming out of his mouth.
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Post by September on Mar 30, 2010 20:29:51 GMT -5
"Definitely. 'Cause every one who hasn't had their morning coffee is looking for a sleazy hook-up at a college full of immature kids. I actually happen to have a job, which I am late for after a meeting to help me in that job."
She snorted out a laugh. "Are you implying that, since I'm a college student I don't work? That I, what? Mooch off my parents or something?" She shook her head, laughter coming out more freely now. "Dude, I wish."
"Thanks. Shoulda kept my own eyes up, too."
"Then that makes us even." She said with a smile and a nod, hoisting her backback up a bit higher. "I know I said it already, but I really am sorry. Today is just not my day. My roommate is constantly rubbing the fact that she has evening classes in my face. That girl--" She nodded over at the girl she pointed at earlier. "Let's just say it's an unfinished rivalry."
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Post by Rayner on Mar 30, 2010 20:48:39 GMT -5
"No, no," he replied, holding up a hand, not wanting to put her back two spaces when she'd taken one forward already, "trust me. I was a college geek myself. I know what it's like. And my parents didn't pay one cent." Putting his hand back in his pocket, he looked her over. Looked like she just rolled out of bed, but it wasn't messy, necessarily. Her hair was cute, at least.
"Join the club on that one," he chuckled lowly, scrubbing the top of his head. "Just be glad you don't have to deal with sixteen little six year olds for seven hours later today. You at least have staggered classes."
His eyes flickered momentarily back to the girl she'd been lightly bickering with. "Oh yeah? Just call me and I got some friends who can take 'er down if she gives you more problems," he joked.
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Post by September on Mar 30, 2010 20:55:23 GMT -5
"No, no,. Trust me. I was a college geek myself. I know what it's like. And my parents didn't pay one cent."
She smiled. "They pay. Just not the entire thing." She said with a shrug. "Apparently they want me to learn 'the value of a dollar'" She rolled her eyes, laughing a bit. "Join the club on that one," She perked a brow. "Yeah?"
"Just be glad you don't have to deal with sixteen little six year olds for seven hours later today. You at least have staggered classes."
She laughed. "I'll gladly trade you. I'll go teach the kiddos, and you can go to my Psych class. Professor is an ass, and has it out for half the damn class." She smirked lop-sidedly.
"Oh yeah? Just call me and I got some friends who can take 'er down if she gives you more problems,"
She looked over her shoulder at Gigi and her gang of skanks, rolling her eyes at them. "Thank dude, but I got this one." She said, twisting her mouth slightly. "She's just pissed cause she got beat, and was knocked down a peg."
There was something about this guy.. She smiled softly, moving from foot to foot. He was growing on her, despite their encounter and what was said..
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Post by Rayner on Mar 30, 2010 21:10:14 GMT -5
That was definitely what his parents had wanted for him, too, but it was more like the value of a penny rather than a dollar. Each one was stretched over his college years, pinched until its circulation was cut off completely. "I know what that's about," he chuckled with a nod, his 'about' slurred from his Canadian-Aussie inflections. "Least you've got a promising career 'head of you. Psych? Can always use more psychologists." Though all he knew, that was a sub-class for some other career. Whatever, didn't matter none.
"Hey, I think I can take 'im," he reasoned with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was more of a teacher's pet myself. Think I can warm up to him if you take care of the little rascals?" He loved his kids, really. It was just sixteen of them in one room after snacktime? Well, it didn't make him excited to be a father himself, even though he saw his students as his children.
Rayner laughed, shaking his head. "Aww man, college life. Just don't get yourself clapped behind the slammer, aight?" he teased her, hoping she didn't take that too seriously.
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Post by Colette on Mar 30, 2010 21:20:50 GMT -5
"I know what that's about,"
Her brows furrowed, hearing the slight hint of an accent. "Yeah, I think everyone who's been to college and had to work their way through, knows what that's about." She smiled. "Do I detect an accent in there?" She asked softly.
"Least you've got a promising career 'head of you. Psych? Can always use more psychologists."
She gave a shrug. "I have yet to decide a major, actually. Taking a bit of everything at the moment." She laughed gently. "But hey, can't complain so far. Between Psych, and all the others."
"Hey, I think I can take 'im," he reasoned with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was more of a teacher's pet myself. Think I can warm up to him if you take care of the little rascals?"
She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Oh yeah. Let's do it." She said, giving a curt nod. "Better get going, your like fifteen minutes late." She joked easily. "Aww man, college life. Just don't get yourself clapped behind the slammer, aight?" She grinned widely, nodding. "Done deal, dude." She laughed softly.
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Post by Rayner on Mar 30, 2010 21:30:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, I think everyone who's been to college and had to work their way through, knows what that's about." She smiled. "Do I detect an accent in there?"
"Probably," he figured with a roll of his shoulders, an easy smile flexing his cheekbones. "I've got an odd sort of combination in my lineage." Fitting the bag over his shoulder so he didn't have to strain the inside of his fingers holding it, he began to lean backwards on his heels, knowing that he was crunching minutes at this point.
"I have yet to decide a major, actually. Taking a bit of everything at the moment." She laughed gently. "But hey, can't complain so far. Between Psych, and all the others."
Rayner perked up, eyes brighter, despite his lack of caffiene. "Well that's good," he answered genuinely. "Gives you a lot more options, 'specially if you're looking to combine a few majors. I had a friend who did that--business and chemistry. What a pair, eh?" Offering her a smirk, he shook his head. He missed college. No real constraints. Money, always, but he at least had down time. Ah, well. Being a school teacher meant having summers off.
"Oh yeah. Let's do it." She said, giving a curt nod. "Better get going, your like fifteen minutes late."
"You're on, then. Whenever you feel like cutting. Just not today, I'm in a bit of a rush as it is," he confessed, starting to take a few steps back. "All right, and I'm sure you are, too, young lady. Take care of yourself now."
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Post by Colette on Mar 30, 2010 21:37:15 GMT -5
"Probably," he figured with a roll of his shoulders, an easy smile flexing his cheekbones. "I've got an odd sort of combination in my lineage."
She gave a few nods, not really lingering on the subject of lineage. She was french, but considered herself american, and for good reason.
"Gives you a lot more options, 'specially if you're looking to combine a few majors. I had a friend who did that--business and chemistry. What a pair, eh?"
She laughed softly. "Oh yeah. I know a girl in my Arts class who's combined Art and Science." She shrugged. "The things people do." She smirked.
"You're on, then. Whenever you feel like cutting. Just not today, I'm in a bit of a rush as it is,"
She gave a nod, fixing the book bag strap on her shoulder. "Yeah, no problem dude. I'll hold you too that." She smiled softly at him as began taking a few steps backwards. "All right, and I'm sure you are, too, young lady. Take care of yourself now." She laughed, shaking her head. "The name's September." She called out as he began walking away.
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