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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 22, 2009 18:24:54 GMT -6
Heart attack. One simple mix up and the poor guy is already having a heart attack. Slumped over in an unusual position, the creative writing professor leaned against the wall in a defeated manner. His mahogany hair, damp from a recent shower, fell gracefully over his eyes and swept into an unruly mane. Small droplets of water fell from the locks of hair and unto the floor. His eyes stared puzzling at the tiled floor, suddenly interested in how many square boxes can fit into every imaginable space in the boarding school. His mind racing with wild thoughts and crazy ideas refused to think of the one thing he was looking for. Believe it or not, but the precious guitar which belongs to Aiden has been reported lost.
That afternoon, after classes were finished, the teacher returned to his private quarters to practice his guitar. Foolishly enough, beginning that very morning, he had been running late as usual. Skipping his normal schedule to make it on time, Aiden ultimately forgot his guitar and seemingly misplaced it somewhere. Imagine his surprise when he went to find his guitar only to have it mysterious disappeared. Flocking around from one classroom to another, the male swore he looked every where imaginable for his lost instrument.
Thus, where he stands, wet from a sudden shower in hope he could remember. No such luck when he returned to the music room thirty minutes later to find nothing out of it’s place and no sign of his guitar. Running his fingers through his hair, Aiden sighed at picked himself once more in a regal matter. In case students were nearby, he’d rather them not see their professor throwing his own pity party. |
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 22, 2009 18:40:08 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK It was roughly five minutes after her last class of the day had ended and Kathleen couldn't have been any more eager to get back to her quarters to start drawing up a pop quiz. 'My lucky little students,' she muttered to herself making haste across the parking lot from the archery range to the elective class building. She smiled and waited as a bright red SUV crossed her path. Letting her go continue on her way, Kat gave the driver, a female who looked to be in her mid-twenties, a courtesy wave.
'Ah,' she breathed in the scent of fresh pines that had recently dropped a few of their needles, signaling the oncoming of her favorite season, autumn. She couldn't wait to see how beautiful everything looked again. Every time fall came around, it was if she was being reborn. Her moods would heighten and she was more of a pleasure to be around. Which was a plus for her students and fellow co-workers.
Entering the building, the first thing that Kat's greyish eyes took in was a man who obviously seemed to be in distress. He couldn't possibly be a student, he looked much too mature for that. Perhaps a professor? The curiousity of him, and what was causing his obvious distress, ate away at Kat until she couldn't possibly help herself. Approaching the human in question, Kat tried to think of something witty and pleasant to say, but all she could muster was "Something the matter?"
word count is two sixty three
my notes are I present to you my masterpiece titled...EPIC FAIL! [/blockquote] |
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 22, 2009 18:57:01 GMT -6
The voice of a lady adverted Aiden’s attention away from his procedure in counting the tiles. His eyes, instinctively, rose from the floor and upon the gentle features of a familiar looking professor. To be honest, he has seen her before, but never been able to speak with her. And although her appearances were friendly and familiar, he confesses he never learnt her name. Coming to a halt and straightening his posture, Aiden placed a charming smile upon his features and place his arms to his side.
“No.” Aiden replied to the woman’s question, although a hint of distress lingered in his tone. “There isn’t any real problem.” While his remark may have told the truth, considering he could always buy another guitar, Aiden could not but help the sentimental value was his own problem to deal with. But the look on the lady’s face, eager to help, he could not but help appreiacte her attempts.
“I really am fine, to say the least.” His arm slipped from a relaxed position and was held before in. His hand opened to shake the professor’s own hand, Aiden smiled once again-- this time with more compassion. “My name’s Aiden.” He introduced himself, trying to come across his normal insightful self; instead of the moping, self-pitied male she may have seen standing before her. |
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 22, 2009 19:19:31 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "No."
Even though he might have intended it to sound like nothing was wrong, the slight unsureness lingered in the air between the two professors.
"I really am fine, to say the least.”
Although Kathleen's caring and helpful side was nagging at the back of her brain, she did not press the matter with continuing to ask about the male's problems. Instead, she began to acquaint herself with his form. He had an average form, with curly brown hair and puppy dog eyes. Kat had to admit she hadn't seen him around the lecture halls, but that was excusable, considering this was her first year teaching archery at the academy.
"My name’s Aiden."
The male spoke and extended a hand, ready for Kat's hand to insert itself. Smiling her signature smile, the one where her white teeth shone through her pale pink lipgloss, she placed her hand into Aiden's grip. She gave a firm handshake, although it began to limp at the end.
"I'm Kathleen." She spoke in her soft voice. "I teach archery here. Are you a professor here, or just visiting?"
Word count is two hundred exactly!
Notes are I gotta go. I'll be on later! =D Maybe... [/blockquote] |
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 22, 2009 19:43:58 GMT -6
Mr. G Kathleen. The name although new to him, exceedingly fit the image of the archery professor. In terms, her caring smile and her short, but stylish blond hair seem to take on a more realistic role. Her gentle smile seem to brighten the mood of Aiden, and refusing to damped her mood, he returned the smile with equal enthusiasm. He shook her hand, listening to her speak while doing so. When her grasp lessened after a few moments, Aiden pulled back tenderly and placed it casually into his pocket.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Kathleen.” Aiden remarked after he was positive she was finished speaking. Once she asked if he was merely visiting or actually taught here; Aiden chuckled. It was neither mockingly or jokingly. It’s was the sort of chuckle you’d hear after hearing a funny joke or a friendly laugh to lessen the tension between an awkward silence. The writing professor tried his best to cover his smile, but failed in the end. To acknowledge he wasn’t in the least teasing her, Aiden held his palm forwards in attempts to show defeat.
“I do not mean to laugh, Ms. Kathleen.” Aiden’s voice sincere and honest towards his claim. “But it does feel rather nice to laugh after such a depressing afternoon.” He relocated his left hand into his other pocket, like he did to his right. Than continued to explain himself. “I do work here. I thought it was only funny that after working here a year, I thought I would finally meet everyone on the faculty.” |
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 24, 2009 11:23:47 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "It’s nice to finally meet you, Kathleen," Aiden spoke. Then he began to chuckle, much to the very serious Kathleen's surprise.
She looked through her grey eyes at him, baffled. What was he finding so funny about her, or her name? Before she could question, Aiden explained.
"I do not mean to laugh, Ms. Kathleen. But it does feel rather nice to laugh after such a depressing afternoon.I do work here. I thought it was only funny that after working here a year, I thought I would finally meet everyone on the faculty."
She smiled, but not one of those 'I'm happy' smiles. In fact, it was more of a forced smile. 'At least I helped him find a bit of happiness,' she shrugged. That was just like Kathleen, always thinking on the bright side. "Actually, I only just began teaching here this year. I haven't met that many people, just a few office workers, the dean, the huntsmanship teacher, and," she thought hard trying to recall who else she had meet during her week teaching, "and you!" Kathleen grinned to her newly met acquaintance. "So, how long have you been teaching at Bolstov?" She questioned, eager to continue on the conversation.
Word count is two one nine
My notes are where shall this lead us? [/blockquote] |
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 24, 2009 20:00:50 GMT -6
As Kathleen listed the numerous of staff faculty she had met during her first year of teaching, Aiden simply remained quiet. The professor found himself scratching the side of his untamed hair, thinking if he possibly lost all charm. While he paid attention at the woman standing before him, Aiden’s mind replayed their previous conversation in the back of his head. He said hi, she said hi. He introduced himself, she introduced herself. He make a dork of himself… Aiden suddenly knew why Kathleen had given him an awkward smile, as if she almost forced it--just to be kind at his rather insensitive joke.
Aiden tapped the heel of his foot against the ground, now aware his charm doesn’t exactly effect everyone. He pulled an arm free from his jeans’ pocket and motion an invitation towards Kathleen. “Would you like to walk with me?” He asked the archery professor, before he answered her first question.
Aiden moved his free arm to his side, judging the amount of time he has spent teaching at Bolstov Academy. Finally with an estimate, he spoke out his answer to share with her. “I’ve been teaching for about eleven months. So our time here is about equal, give or take a few weeks or months.” Adien kept an eye on Kathleen in case she followed him. He hadn’t stepped far in case she wish to remain still, as he too hoped to continued their conversation. “I have a question for you, if you don’t mind.” His footsteps softened into a much shorter stride, almost to a standstill; leaving a few moments question the professor object to his question. “What got you interested in Archery? That’s an unusual subject you don’t often hear of.”
Words: two-eightynine
sidenote: I have no clue for a good plot. Do you? |
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 24, 2009 20:56:04 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "Would you like to walk with me?"
Kathleen smiled and nodded her head yes in accordance to Aiden's request. "That would be lovely! I haven't had much time for socializing since, well," Kat massaged her temples, trying to pull from her brain the last time she had actually has a real conversation with someone, "I moved here." She finished in a mere whisper. She was ashamed of the fact that she had put her career on the front burner and her friends on the back one. Hopefully she could begin a new chapter in her life, starting with Professor Aiden.
"I’ve been teaching for about eleven months. So our time here is about equal, give or take a few weeks or months."
The corners of Kat's mouth began to tear upward in happiness. He was just as new as her. "It's nice to finally meet someone who's not been here as long as others. I'm tired of being the oddball at parties and faculty meetings." By the end of her little speech Kat had dazed off. She wasn't very aware of where she was walking, but she had confidence in Aiden's leading abilities.
"I have a question for you, if you don’t mind. What got you interested in Archery? That’s an unusual subject you don’t often hear of.”
Kathleen perked up enough to listen to Aiden's question. Hmmm, why did she choose archery as a major in college? She began to think about, I mean really think about. She reminisced about the 'old days'. Realizing that Aiden was still waiting for an answer, Kathleen spoke up with the first answer she could come up with. "Well, if you must know, I think it was my father's interest that got me into it. Enough about me, now. What got you interested in...what did you say you teach again?"
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Notes are yeah, perhaps just good friends...at first? I don't know, what did you have in mind?
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 26, 2009 16:34:44 GMT -6
Mr. G “That would be lovely! I haven't had much time for socializing since, well, I moved here”
Aiden tilt his head to the side, as Kathleen agreed to his invitation. His posture, no longer tense like before, relax as the archery professor continued to walk beside him. The missing guitar merely lingered in the thoughts of Aiden’s mind. His strides brought him away from the music room, but now at his side a companion worth speaking with. The hall empty, aside for a one or two stragglers and a few janitor, Aiden and Kathleen walked aside one another. There was nothing particular about Kathleen’s next statement, but the news coming from her made his eye brows rise in shock and slight amusement.
“It's nice to finally meet someone who's not been here as long as others. I'm tired of being the oddball at parties and faculty meetings."
Aiden could not but help smile at her statement. It was somewhat ironic, if one really thought about it. “Parties?” Aiden spoke in a gentle tone, revealing his initial shock only through expressive eyes. “You mean to tell me there were adult gatherings that did not involve students, and I missed them?” Aide though amused at this new discovery, found it slightly amusing his social calendar has been basically free since he began teaching here; and only to discover a year later the faculty actually had such existing parties. He tried to think back to where he must have been, but could only remember sleepless nights and grading essays. While he enjoyed students and their young intellects on the world, it was nice to share an opinion with one more older.
“Well, if you must know, I think it was my father's interest that got me into it. Enough about me, now. What got you interested in...what did you say you teach again?"
Aiden’s thoughts were brought back to the present where he learn her interest may have originated from her father. The professor relocated his eyes from Kathleen and onto the surroundings around him. Having only been here before and after class, walking in the halls with an actual person seemed almost foreign to him. The mention of archery had caught Aiden’s attention earlier, and now learning her father may have passed it on to his daughter; Aiden as a reflective type of person could only wondering what her father was like.
“I did not say. I teach creative writing, a rather expressive and original subject, I think.” Those were his two favorite reason why he studied English at the University. Coming to a halt, stopping in front of a door, Aiden gracefully look towards Kathleen for direction. “Now, I no longer had a certain direction in mind after walking to this specific point.” Aiden commented, point to the door for effect. “Is this where we part ways until we meet again by accident or is there someplace you would like to explore on Campus?” Aiden didn’t relatively think of anything to do up to this point, and honestly did not know whether Professor Kathleen was free or not to talk further than introduction. He knew how important time was around here.
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Sidenote: That's is perfectly alright. And I sort of stole your little format, it was easier to keep track of who said what. I hope that is alright..>.< |
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 27, 2009 10:22:29 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "Parties? You mean to tell me there were adult gatherings that did not involve students, and I missed them?”
Kathleen began to feel horrible at the mention of the few faculty parties she had been to in the last months. No wonder she hadn't had the chance to meet Aiden before today. He was never invited. Poor guy.
"Oh, they were nothing! Just boring coffee socials and such." Kathleen spoke in a truly heartfelt manner. "You know." She shrugged and began to listen to Aiden's soothing voice.
"Now, I no longer had a certain direction in mind after walking to this specific point. Is this where we part ways until we meet again by accident or is there someplace you would like to explore on Campus?”
For the first time since they had begun walking, Kathleen looked ahead at where she was walking. They had indeed reached the end of the hallway and a pair of metal double doors was obstructing the rest of their path. Kathleen thought hard at what she was supposed to accomplish today and remembered only the pop quiz she was to make for her students. Brushing that thought away, Kathleen's curiousity urged her to learn more about her new acquaintance and his background.
"We can continue walking, if you'd like. My students should be thanking you then. You saved them from a pop quiz," she chuckled and looked to her walking partner.
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Notes are that's perfectly fine! =] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 27, 2009 15:59:56 GMT -6
"Oh, they were nothing! Just boring coffee socials and such. You know."
Aiden lift a finger to his chin, pretending to be concerned about missing boring meetings with only coffee to amuse them with. “Well, I suppose that I got lucky then.” He informed, lifting his finger as if he were no longer sadden. “But do tell, the coffee was decaf and not regular?” The professor questioned, with a hint amusement. He was merely joking, implying there were no hurt feelings. “I would hate to miss a party with caffeine beverages.” Aiden disliked most coffee, unless he stress was involved, than it became his best friend; but rarely was he stressed.
“We can continue walking, if you'd like. My students should be thanking you then. You saved them from a pop quiz,"
Aiden smiled at her statement and only shrugged, but with interest. “What can I say? I do my best when it comes to the welfare of the young students’ mind.” The professor nodded when she spoke they may continued, so he with a gentle manner, opened the door that lead outdoors. “If it pleased you m’lady, than perhaps I may lead you to a nice corner bistro? I wouldn’t mind a little fried food after a day of overwhelming debates with students and my usual misplacing things that are often not found.”
Aiden wasn’t sure if Kathleen was hungry or not, but he meant the invitation to be friendly, nothing more. Truthfully, he adored his students, but working all day in a boarding school can dampen your sense of adventure. He wanted to see the sights of Russia, coming from Ireland where there were more hills as the eye could see.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 27, 2009 16:28:59 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "What can I say? I do my best when it comes to the welfare of the young students’ mind."
Kat had to chuckle at this. She was always the weird one at school. Instead of rejoicing when a teacher canceled a quiz or test, she always seemed sad at this loss. Continuing to walk forward, Kathleen let the softness of Aiden's voice float through the air.
"If it pleased you m’lady, than perhaps I may lead you to a nice corner bistro? I wouldn’t mind a little fried food after a day of overwhelming debates with students and my usual misplacing things that are often not found.”
Kat smiled and looked to her companion out of the corner of her grey eyes, sparkling with delight. Aiden was a pure pleasure to be acquainted with, even if she had only known him for a mere half hour at the most. She was beginning to see the bright side of this afternoon.
"I'd be happy to accompany you, Aiden," she said. Kat allowed herself to grin. "Of course, if you don't mind, could we make a stop at my apartment? I very well wouldn't want to go out looking like this!" Kat motioned with her hands at her disheveled appearance.
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My notes are Hmmm...time to put our plan in action! xD [/blockquote] |
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