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Post by Elege Eternum on Jun 20, 2009 3:58:56 GMT
Elege had arrived only a short time ago and figured the best action to take would be to check out his work place. In this case the playing fields. The sun was out and there was a slight breeze in the air, the kind of weather which seems to be just right. He gave a content sigh as he looked over the field, a slight smile creeping along his lips as he rubbed his hands together. The action made it seem like he was going to work hard, yet instead he merely seemed to sit down in the middle of the field and lay on his back.
This is going to be a perfect place to hang out in.. Nice weather, nice accomodation... A lot of girls.. Perfect He thought to himself, seemingly staring at the beautiful clear sky.
The field itself was pretty desolate at this time, only the sound of a few straggling students here and there penetrating his otherwise soft spirited scene of tranquility. This place was so much better than his live in quarters inside the hotel.
"Dishwasher" He said to himself with a smug tone of voice, obviously spiting whatever past he was aiming at. He moved his legs and easilly flipped off his flip flops, having worn easy clothing on his first day of exploration.. Attire that he was most comfortable in. He could feel the grass touch his skin and the simple sensation flooded his minds with memories of his parents estate, something he would most likely never see again. Quickly did he whisk away the thoughts from his mind to prevent any painful memories to enter his conscience.
"What a beautiful day" Saying it up loud as he felt he needed to hear it to confirm the truth of the matter.
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Post by Frankie Clearwater on Jun 20, 2009 4:53:41 GMT
Frankie wasn't exactly the outdoorsy type and, as such, she didn't spend much time in the fields unless absolutely necessary [aka gym class]. Unfortunately, she was on a mission that really involved fieldwork, a top secret mission, so she was alone and traipsing across the field. People were shooting her glances, but not really, because it wasn't like it was unusual for people to traipse across fields, so she wasn't duly worried about being attacked or whatever it was that terrified her about staring people.
It wasn't even really all that strange for people to be lying out on fields, in hindsight, but Frankie had not counted for these sorts of obstacles to be thrust into her path, and so, when such an obstacle was thrust, she promptly tripped over its calf and went flying forward.
Such a lovely little faceplanter.
Scrambling to get up was a bit difficult, since her hair was long and everywhere and making it difficult to see and also her legs appeared to have become tangled round the knees with this other person's, which was not only awkward, but startlingly uncomfortable as well. It was also a bit of a hassle to stand when one's knees were not supported by ground, but by another set of knees. And still, you know, awkward.
"SORRY!" she yelped, having no other option really, what with the physical difficulties of this dilemma being so prominent. "IDIDN'TSEEYOU!!"
Well, one would hope that it was simply a misviewing and not a purposeful tumble. That would have been really awkward. |
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Post by Elege Eternum on Jun 20, 2009 5:08:11 GMT
It wasn't long in the grass until the mind of Elege had fallen somewhat in to his subconscience, a nice little daydream. The dream was about him and for better or worse, the lovely company of two beautiful maidens. Now a strange manner of dream for him. That was until a firm thud to his legs, his eyes opened swiftly to look upon the now horizontal girl, lying entangled with his legs.. It didn't take him much to unhook the legs, sitting up on the grass, leaning one hand on his knee whilst the other leg was down.
"Hey there" He said in soft tone of voice, not startled by her rather loud apology and hoping to calm her down a bit. A slight smile slipped upon the corners of his lips as he looked at her, a rather adorable sight.
"It's alright, everyone loses sight of where they are going once in a while. So don't worry about it." He said with a kind demeanor, finding himself easilly enticed by the innocent beauty of the girls nervous reaction to the event.
"I'm Elege, what's your name?" He said with genuine interest, an obvious spark of his flirtatious persona arising to the surface. As he said that, a single strong current of wind passed over the field for a moment, bringing a slightly cold chill to an otherwise perfect day.
"Oh" He said to himself "I'm going to be the new Phys Ed teacher here, so don't be worried if you don't recognize me."
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Post by Frankie Clearwater on Jun 20, 2009 7:36:04 GMT
It was supremely embarrassing to have to have oneself untangled by the person they have fallen over, but Frankie was going to have to get used to such embarrassment, as the ground, much as she would have liked it to, did not appear to want to open up and swallow her. The ground was kind of being a bitch, if you asked Frankie.
But her captor/rescuer was not and soon she was comfortably[ish] on her bum in the grass, looking at oh god, the PE teacher. Really, fuck you, ground.
"Hi," she said, her voice not exactly quiet, but very obviously timid. Being a cashier occasionally did that to people. Oh dear, really, how did she manage to do these things to herself? All she wanted out of life was to watch movies and snack. Was that really so much to ask for?!
At his declaration that her apology had been accepted [or whatever it was he had declared, she wasn't really sure, her mind was a bit fuzzy with mortification], she gave a shy little smile that was more of a forced looking grimace. But it was a start, right? And he didn't look like he was going to kill her, so she supposed that was a good thing. Maybe this would clue him in to her lack of physical prowess and she would be able to get out of gym or...something.
Even though the whole gym-teacher thing was still making her mind reel with horror. She couldn't believe she'd tripped over a teacher.
"Uhm," she said. Name. Name. She knew her name. Yes. She did. "Harmony." ....Did she? "IMEANFRANKIE!" she quickly corrected with a yelp. "I mean, yes, my name is Harmony, but everyone calls me Frankie." Great. Fall over him, get stuck, and THEN tell him the hippie name. Good job, Frank. Good. Job. |
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Post by Elege Eternum on Jun 20, 2009 19:02:32 GMT
He chuckled lightly at her nervous display, tapping his chin lightly as he waited for her to calm down. “Well hello Frankie, pleasure to meet you.” He didn’t seem to take notice to her fumbling or at the very least he did not seem bothered by it. He moved to stretch out a bit, having been lying down on the ground for a while had made him quite lazy.
“So tell me Frankie, did you come here to enjoy the nice weather as well?” His intonation very laid back. “It’s a great day after all, perfect day to do nothing and get used to the place.” He said more so to himself than to her. His eyes scanned her intently for a moment, in which he felt blessed to see that such a cute girl had stumbled over him, rather than an obese ugly one. After having been somewhat staring at her for a couple of moments, he regained his thoughts and gave a smile.
“I figure my classes will start someday soon, having a day or two to get settled in and then start preparing. Phys-ed will be a lot of fun, it’s the only course where you don’t have to read to get anywhere after all.” He said with a smirk upon his face, the sheer enjoyment of not having to read any studious books was a pleasantry that was unrivaled.
He slowly got on to his feet and stretched a hand out to her, to help her get up. “But I am sure a cute girl like yourself has better things to do than talk to a teacher.” He said with a complimentary tone of voice, obviously flirtatious.
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Post by Frankie Clearwater on Jun 20, 2009 21:59:59 GMT
In a bit of a nervous tizz, she drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. It gave her a small ounce of comfort to be so tightly wrapped in a ball, especially since he seemed to be staring at her. Frankie was not a big fan of being watched, especially not by people that frightened her, and she had to say that attractive teachers were fairly high on that list.
She failed a bit at replying in a timely manner, since she had been a bit distracted by the staring, but when she realized that he had asked a question [some time ago], she snapped toward him, trying to answer.
"Uhm, yes," she said decisively, though it was not true at all. But she was not about to go on a longwinded ramble to anyone that wasn't...well, you know, she just wasn't going to go on a longwinded ramble.
She also didn't want to point out how much she hated PE; being entirely unathletic [except for the biking she did on a regular basis] and uncoordinated, it was one of her least favorite subjects. She much preferred reading and writing to having to do things. But she thought he might have a problem with that, so she kept her mouth shut on the subject.
The fact that he was a teacher made her hesitant to take his hand when it was offered, but the fact that she didn't want to be sitting on the ground much longer propelled her hand forward into his. As she pulled herself up, she could feel her face flushing. It was good that she wasn't looking at him when he called her cute, or she was sure she would have disintegrated right then and there [which, really, might have been a blessing in disguise]. Of course, the fact that they were virtually holding hands almost caused an explosion of Frankie, but she tried to breathe. Breathing helped.
"No," she said quickly, keeping her gaze on his shoulder instead of his face. She was sure that she was tomato red and she did NOT want to see the look on his face. Also, she wasn't entirely sure whether or not she had let go of his fingers, as she was fairly certain she had gone numb. "I mean, I wasn't doing anything." And if she had been, it wasn't like she remembered what it was now. |
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Post by Elege Eternum on Jun 20, 2009 23:36:53 GMT
Such a disarming personality, if not extremely shy. Which is what his mind was pondering as he waited for her to take his hand, surprised by the swift action taken by her when she finally did take her hand. He didn’t pay a lot of attention to her facial expression but the fact that she was averting her gaze was knowledge enough. He chuckled at her response as well, seeing as she did in some manner enjoy talking to him and that stroked his ego.
I guess this school is going to be a lot of fun, unless I get fired for fraternizing with students He chuckled out loud to his thoughts before turning his attention back to Frankie. He looked at their hands once more and finally let go, stroking past the skin of her hand in a rather subtle gesture.
“I am going to go and get something to eat, I am certain there is a hall to ascertain food no?” Even though he did not often flaunt his vocabulary, he did indeed have quite an expansive knowledge of words. A result from heavy studies pushed by well paid professors, not something he enjoyed, even if it was in his past. He looked around for a moment; some of the students passing by giving the both of them rather interested looks. Most people however did not seem to desire a place in the spotlight and swiftly went about their business, passing them by.
“Wait, perhaps you want to come with me and get something to eat, unless you have something to do of course. Getting caught spending time with a teacher might harm your reputation.” All his knowledge came mostly from movies that he had seen, never having been through the experience himself. Which at times disappointed him, he always found that he had missed out on so much because of his parents and their decisions. Perhaps if he had been able to lead a life outside of the house he would have had a lot more fun during the early periods of his life. Then again, this was the time to make up for it.
He bent down low for a moment to put on his flip-flops, finally parting himself with the soft feel of the summer grass.
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Post by Frankie Clearwater on Jun 21, 2009 2:41:29 GMT
If Frankie had been a girlier girl, the stroke on her hand might have sent her into a giggling tizz. Luckily, she didn't seem to have a giggle reflex [at least, not very frequently], so all she did was shiver subtly, which she was sure was far less noticeable. If his invitation to eat had come immediately after, she might have actually giggled or flailed or something equally horrible and embarrassing, but the fact that he prefaced it gave her enough time to gather herself and sound somewhat sensible rather than like a complete twit.
"Ahaha..." she gave a nervous little laugh, running her hand through her ample hair. "My rep. Good one." Jokes were good. Jokes were always good when the floor felt like it was going to suddenly disappear and leave her flailing about like a retarded goldfish. "No, I can totally be seen with a teacher."
Oh lord. Had she just agreed to go eating with a teacher? Of course, she really wasn't worried about any sort of rep; what people thought of her was none of her concern, as long as they didn't act on any of those things. Unless they thought something scandalous, but most people didn't know her from a staff member and he was new, so she doubted any such thoughts would be thought if she went for food.
"Well..uhm....There are dining halls and..." She crossed her arms for better thought, since being compact tended to comfort her. "And there's a pub and some restaurants...Whatever..you want, I guess. I mean, if you're new, you should choose whichever you think you'd like best." Because, really, the best thing to do in situations like this was to give teachers a new-food pep talk. Obviously. |
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Post by Elege Eternum on Jun 21, 2009 20:19:00 GMT
Elege thought to himself for a moment, thinking about his options momentarily before looking to Frankie. Hmm, cute girl, wants to go to me to a bar, dining hall or a restaurant… He hadn’t asked her age yet and for all he cared she was old enough. His hand reached towards the back of his head, scratching himself lazily before switching his eyes between Frankie and an absent thought process. Before giving a reasonable answer.
“Want to check out the faculty dorms?” He said with a slight grin on his lips.. He so enjoyed the simple thought of playing with girls, teasing if you will and with her shy behavior she was indeed making it more fun than he had expected to find. She’s never going to go for going to my room, but I am certain her reaction will be priceless This little part of his was probably one of his less common sadistic streaks that he hid inside himself. With a soft smile upon his face and a slight wink towards her he waited.
Soft stroking flares of wind passed by the skin on that moment, the sun had slowly started to fade a little behind the upcoming clouds; they didn’t seem to bad but enough to block the sun. The weather and area reminded him of his parents house, a huge estate with beautiful landscaping, it hadn’t been that long ago yet ever since he went to work in the city, the simple feel of the sun and wind had eluded him. In retrospect he did miss his parents, his old life… Noticing that even if she had answered he was too deep in thought to notice, he gave a little awkward chuckle.
“So, what shall we do?”
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Post by Frankie Clearwater on Jun 21, 2009 21:40:38 GMT
It wasn't like Frankie hadn't been hit on before--she had, after all, worked in both the restaurant and shopping industry for quite some time, which dealt her all sorts--It was just that she wasn't entirely expecting to be hit on at that particular time by that particular person. So she didn't really notice it until she was certain she had made a fool out of herself.
"The faculty live in dorms?" she asked stupidly, drawing her brows together. "And do they have their own special di--" She interrupted herself with a frown as the realization of what Want to check out the faculty dorms? implied. Still looking a little wary, she instinctively spread her feet further apart on the grass, in a power-stance, ground-standing sort of way. When he asked what they were going to do, her frown turned a little peeved.
"If you think," she began before she could stop herself, despite the fact that she could very well have been wrong. "that I am some...floozy girl, then....then...you are wrong," she finished lamely, unsure of where she had been going with that threat. Especially since she was certain, almost the moment the words left her lips, that the accusation had been wrong and that she was now going to really want to commit suicide. Or maybe her embarrassment would finally suffocate her. That might be nice.
"...But, uhm," she tried, hugging her arms tighter across her chest to perhaps alleviate some of the OMG-ing that her mind was doing. "...There are dining halls." |
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Post by Elege Eternum on Jun 21, 2009 22:28:06 GMT
Laughing inside of himself at the gullible answer made him relax, which made the bombshell she dropped next quite startling. Elege looked at her with a rather shocked expression, having never meant to give that idea. He flipped his hair behind his ear and thought for a moment, trying to settle the rather heavy comment and make an appropriate response. I might have gone too far on this one.. I guess I’ll just leave her alone for now He thought to himself, standing sideways towards her and ready to leave.
“Sorry but no, I did not think of you as a floozy… Guess it’s just in my nature to enjoy the more private occasion at times… Especially when I am still new to this place, but don’t worry. I’ll find what I need myself” He said as a reaction to her, perhaps he was wrong to have suggested such and play with her a little. Her reaction however hurt his pride a little, being rejected so heavily even if he did not mean to come over in such a manner.
“Hey perhaps I’ll see you around later Frankie, it was nice to meet you and I hope to see you in P.E. class.” He said casually, running his hand through his hair once before looking up to the sky… Despite the encounter, it’s still a pretty good day. He smiled to himself, his back towards Frankie as he waved his hand once, getting ready to walk away. “See ya.”
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Post by Frankie Clearwater on Jun 22, 2009 0:02:38 GMT
If thinking of ways to disappear and/or spontaneously die was an olympic sport, Frankie would take the gold medal. The current method that was running through her head involved a crazy twist of atmospheric pressures that, were it to happen, she was sure that the heads exploding everywhere would be a movie maker's dream. But, you know, all of the moviemakers would be dead as their own heads exploded, so that was...a useless observation. Her mind was just making excuses.
"IamSOsorry," she managed through her throat, which felt like someone had stuffed wet sand down it. Ooh, wet sand down the throat, there was another good one. "I just, I mean...you know how it is." She wrung her hands together nervously as she realized that statement and frowned again. "I mean...I guess you don't, since you're not a girl. But, I mean, I used to work as a waitress, so I'm totally used to men being jerks, and I am sort of a stereotyper and I really apologize and.." If she carried on like that, she was going to die from running out of breath.
She chewed her lip nervously, glancing back at him. Why oh why oh why did she have to upset the attractive, most-probably-stronger-than-most teacher? Better yet, why didn't she just watch where she was walking? That was probably the most sensible solution to all of life's issues. At least, all of the issues in her life.
"I'm really sorry," she repeated again, taking an involuntary step backward. It shouldn't have come as any surprise that confrontations made her a bit....itchy. |
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Post by Elege Eternum on Jun 22, 2009 1:18:59 GMT
Elege wasn’t sure whether he wanted to interact with her for the time being. He kept the silence for a moment as he stood still, back still turned towards her. I could turn around and talk to her, forgive her and continue.. But do I want to? He thought to himself, he turned halfway around, still not looking at her. “I am not a jerk, I flirt yes and enjoy the company of a good looking young lady such as yourself, but do not think that I at any moment feel the need to force anyone in to such matters… What happens, happens, what doesn’t… Doesn’t matter.” He said with a stern tone of voice, the soft tone of voice removed from his voice.
“If you stereotype others.. Then they will stereotype you, think to yourself… do not do unto others as you would expect they should do unto you. Simple no? Or at least I believe it to be.” He said as he turned his head back towards the direction he had planned to leave in, but still stood steadfast without moving. He was unsure of what to do in this situation, he felt a bit hurt in his pride by her reaction before and to be judged so easily.
Finally he turned back to her, still a rather solid steel expression upon his face. “We could continue this conversation, or perhaps we should just part ways to prevent further stereotyping… You are a kind and cute girl Frankie, but part of college is to socialize, at least you have the chance to do so.” The last part of the comment with a hint of envy within it.
“So don’t waste what you have and enjoy life, if you don’t then you will regret it later… I promise you that.”
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Post by Frankie Clearwater on Jun 22, 2009 2:03:06 GMT
She couldn't really help it. Her sense of personal justice was probably a little stronger than it needed to be and being lectured made her a bit annoyed. Especially being lectured on something she could have given one on herself and something she didn't particularly care about. In a state of slight defiance, she crossed her arms again.
"I don't really care if people stereotype me," she said matter-of-factly. "I don't really talk to enough people for it to matter. I just don't like being hit on. And I'm sorry if you weren't hitting on me, but you can't blame a girl for things like that, because really, we get hit on a lot." She refrained from stomping her foot, since that action was so juvenile, it made her head spin.
At this point, she had almost forgotten who she was talking to. Her brain vaguely registered that this was a teacher, and she was sort of keeping that in mind as she speeched at him, but Frankie's parents had always taught her to stand up for herself, being hippies and whatnot, so that was what she was doing.
"And, I realize that you are a teacher and that you are probably going to give me detention, because I would give me detention...not that I'm suggesting you give me detention, because I'd really prefer if you didn't give me detention..." She trailed off sort of lamely, distracted by her thoughts of punishment. "...And I never called you a jerk," she managed to finish with a firm little nod. |
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Post by Elege Eternum on Jun 22, 2009 3:37:07 GMT
He averted his gaze away from her and rolled his eyes, giving her a slight if not somewhat patronizing smile. “I really don’t feel like having you for detention, nor do I truly care to exact punishment. I will leave it at this. Be well Frankie, I am sure I will see you in class someday soon.” He said with a sardonic tone of voice, not agitated but not in the mood to deal with this, pressure turns to apathy with Elege and thus his reaction. “Have fun.” He said as he started to walk away, waving his hand in a single motion as he moved towards the building.
“It’s going to be interesting to be at this school… Should be interesting to see what other matters the tidings bring.” He said to himself as he walked, taking out a pack of slim cigars, having the width and length of a normal cigarette. Putting it in his mouth and lighting it daftly with a match afterwards, taking a deep breath of smoke as the taste of his addiction flowed through his lungs. Phys-ed teacher that smokes… That’s a good one.
He grinned to himself and looked at the few passerby’s of rather beautiful young women. He took another deep whiff of the cigarette.. He hated the sticks yet was addicted to them without a doubt.
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