Venturo Boarding School (Yaoi~ Spots open!)

[Goggle Head]

Raleigh Jennji

"Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it..."

"Yeah... A... Month might be too much time, really... But I'm used to having a month for them to work on it. Although, most school newspaper are doing two weeks now... Ooooh, maybe I should change it... But, it might get too stressful then. Having the yearbook to work on as well." Raleigh chuckled nervously at that. He already had enough on his plate. Having to create a Newspaper every two weeks instead of four would drive him -- and probably the rest of the staff -- crazy. At the moment, Rail wasn't ready for that. Perhaps the students could be trained to, but he would take some time.

Chuckling lightly, Raleigh shook his head. "No, no, not teasing~ Is really is great. A masterpiece, as far as coffee goes." He smiled towards the latter, feeling as if he was flirting just a tad. Hey, it was fun.

Blinking at Benji's idea of putting a menu in the Newspaper, the Journalism Teacher mused it around in his head just a bit. That would take up space in the Newspaper, which would mean less space for the students to fill and less stress. Rail liked that idea. "That sounds awesome. We're definitely going to have to do that."

"Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it."

[Madame Rioulette]

"Let my sweet kisses...XXXXX
Doctor Samuel Flay
... heal your wounded heart."XXXXXXXXXX

"You... you don't like my idea?" Sammy asked, letting his enthusiastic run about Aliston owning a bar drop dramatically. His lips curved downward into a pout. His lower lip stuck out and his blue eyes lost their sparkle some. "I thought it was a cool idea, since you're cool and all, and you like drinking, and you seem to have good taste, and good taste in what you wear and stuff, and you're good looking, and nice and stuff..." Sammy mumbled a few other things before resting his head on the other's chest, letting go of Aliston's face after squeezing it before. His head felt like it was going to twist off, like his head was spinning one direction and his body a completely different other. "I could always... help you get that bar... or whatever..."

The school's entire health department - drunk. And off of one glass of rum. Sammy didn't even notice his cup had been refilled, but he wasn't drunk enough to drink that up too. "I don't... feel so good, Aliston." Alcohol certainly was not the best idea. It had worked for a little while, making the blonde completely forget why he'd been upset in the first place, but everything else alcoholic was coming at him full force, not exactly the best thing before school started. Or for someone with the alcohol tolerance of zero. "You can't let anyone see me like this!" He perked up, pointing a finger at Aliston. "Especially Amador and Basil! I would... really get fired!" Sammy exclaimed, though he wasn't sure why Amador was in the picture, he was the reason he was upset and drinking in the first place, so he wasn't exactly sure why he was concerned about the Spaniard's thoughts about him being drunk. He'd probably laugh anyway, the thought upset Sammy further. "I'm... a mess..." the doctor sighed and leaned against the other's chest again.

[Madame Rioulette]

Stephan Lawraine

XXXX"Read my lips...XXXXXXXXXXXXXX...I think you're cute."

Stephan shook his head. "That's alright, Lysander. Really. Lots of people spread rumors about me about that sort of thing because I care so much about my students sometimes..." it was a half lie half truth statement. He cared about almost all of his students, save that one year when he had Vincent in his English class, but sometimes he cared too much, like Meiko. Did Stephan ever want to just pick him up and squeeze him and devour that little boy up. He very much wanted to spend time with him, but that would only further the rumors and maybe even further what Leo had said about the boy growing up too fast. Hah, what did he know? This kid was going to be cute forever and maybe one day he'd be his. All his. All of that ten year difference... oh man. The blonde shook his head again, he was such a perv. "Don't worry too much about it, I'm used to it. Some of the teachers, I think, are jealous I have such a good relationship with most of my students." Stephan said that in a smug tone.

This cousin of Lysander's, he sounded cute too, like him and Meiko could be friends and be the two cutest things Stephan had ever seen. The thought made him smile in spite of himself. Two cuties? Didn't matter, his eyes were set on one this year, as rare an occasion as that was, and it would be Meiko for sure. The green hair made him stand out and accentuate those big green eyes of his, and that cute little round face, and... oh, Lysander had been talking. "Oh yeah... I'm sure your cousin will be a big influence on Meiko," Stephan jumped in, hoping it sounded like he was listening and not daydreaming as usual. "And thanks for keeping this a secret... I really appreciate it. I don't want to lose my job over some stupid rumor, you know? Oh, speaking of job, did you hear Basil wants a meeting this afternoon?"

The subject of Basil, job, and meeting weren't anything he really wanted to talk about, really, but Lysander hadn't been there yesterday and he wanted to get his opinion on what it could be about, besides their misbehaving of course. That was already assured to be the main topic of the meeting. Basil was no tyrant, but he could very well be if pushed over the edge, Stephan was quite sure of that. He just had that look about him... But yesterday sort of got out of hand with the teachers acting like children. It was bad for the school's reputation, he knew, but what would Basil do about it, he wondered the most.

[FoxyRakei]

CANDELARIO GOMEZ

Through Broken Eyes
My Heart Still Weeps

"Finalmente, found something you might now," he Mexican said letting out his native tongue out of excitement. It wasn't often that he met someone that didn't know how to play card games. "You must have had a deprived childhood," he said watching the other split the deck the way a child would, "I've never met anybody that doesn't know how to play cards. Not that I'm implying anything. I guess you're parents just didn't want you to gamble," he finished giving a slight gesture with his hand asking for the deck. It wasn't that he didn't trust his co-worker with the cards, it was just that he didn't trust anyone with his cards. The way he saw it, if his cards were out of order than his very existence was out of order.

He forced himself to break his mask and give a small smile, only a twitch of lips. "It is perfectly all right. I don't mind introducing people into the world of gambling...I mean, card games. Besides, I doubt I would have done any teaching today regardless," he said as he absentmindedly shuffled the deck. The man guessed they would start the game, hopefully get one game in before the bell rang. He put the deck on the table and started to shuffle the cards swiftly and carefully. His hands moving gently as a sleight of hands that made it seem like the cards rearranged themselves as he flipped them across the table. Candelario then evenly divided them between Quinton and himself, each player having 27 cards respectively. "This might be a long game," he said staring at the pile of cards he gave himself.

I’m Not Your Toy
Why Can’t You See?

[Lorian DeWithial]

Lorian glanced up at the teacher, looking at the way his hair fell, and at the shape of his face, before again looking down at the none-descript man he had drawn. Hastily, he lined in both. "Thanks." He paused, looking hard at his work. He felt he had always been good at drawing people, perticularly men, but now he could already see that this picture was not going to come out the way he wanted. "Maybe I should use a premade picture, this one isn't going quite right." He stood, placing the sketch book on the table, and went over where the teacher had pointed. He selected a picture of a young man skate-boarding, then returned to his seat. He turned the page of his sketch book and then set about faintly drawing a grid on both the picture and in his book.

((sorry about taking so long and it being so short, but a friend died last week and I've been distracted because of it.))

[sun f e a t h e r s]

These little wondersxxOur lives are made in these small hours.

The pixie gave an absentminded nod. "A month is better, I think," He told him, "That way you don't use as much paper. Besides, you won't write as well if you're under too much pressure." Benji was a tree-hugger, but also a strong advocate of pouring ones all into everything one did. For him, the idea of publishing two papers a month seemed absolutely ridiculous if Raleigh didn't believe he'd be able to give each one his 100% attention. And plus, a little selfishly; he'd rather only have to worry about reading one paper a month, as opposed to one every two weeks, just to stay updated.

Benji positively beamed at the compliments. "Well, in that case, thank you! You'll have to let me fix you a real coffee sometime~" Press pot coffees were good, but the wonders you could do with a good Italian coffee machine. Well, there was really no comparison. He had one at home, but not here, most unfortunately. So press pot coffees would just have to do.

The pink haired male's grin only grew with Rail's agreement with his idea. It wasn't very often someone agreed to Benji's ideas, unless they were new recipes or advice on cooking, or just running the kitchen in general. He supposed this was food related though, so perhaps that's why it had earned such a good reaction? The male nodded enthusiastically. "I'll write one up for you as soon as I can! I'm not sure if I'll be able to get it done too soon though. We'll have to see how I am after my first day teaching." His stomach gave a little flip at that thought. He really was quite nervous about his first class. Sure there had been a few practices of sorts while he was at university, but he had skipped the whole student-teacher part, so he wasn't sure how well he'd go. But... It was just teaching them the tools of the trade, right? How hard could it be...

These little wondersxxThese twists and turns of fate.

[FoxyRakei]

ALFREDONAVARRO

Locked Inside A Homemade Cell

Thrown Away Another Shell

The long haired boy smirked at the other's unexpected response. He hadn't noticed that he said it out loud but was glad he did anyways. "As long as you're with me, there's always something in it for you," he said coyly. The brunette was very nonchalant about his odd behaviours, not one to hide actions that others would deem psychotic. "What's wrong with believing in God?" he asked with a wry smile, "It's always nice to have something in believe in. If you want I can be your god," he said spreading out his arms as if accepting the boy into his holy embrace. He watched the boy move following his movement from and to the table. "I wouldn't call it revenge, more like child's play. It was only a pencil after all...," he said trailing away from his sentence, failing to mention exactly how many times he stabbed the kid. "And you shouldn't worry, I wouldn't stab you. I like you," he said taking up his empty tray and following the sophmore's steps to the trash can.

The boy didn't bother to even confirm the raven's statement as it was correct, no need to. He simply walked back over to him, "Not to worry little raven," he said wrapping his arms around him as if he'd known the kid for years, "that was a long time ago. I was immature, I'd never do such a violent display in public again," he said whispering into his ear. He would probably frighten the boy, say he'd harassed him, however. The boy had been this way as long as he could remember and he didn't plan on changing soon. Besides, his books gave him so many ideas that were just begging to be tried and he needed someone to try them with.

Time Begins And Round Again

Never Knowing When To End

[Kira_Deanta]

Quinton let out a huff. “I wasn’t deprived as a child. I don’t really think that my not knowing how to play cards would mean that I was deprived.” The older man stated, getting a little defensive. He split the deck and then put it back together then, split it a few more times. “I was the one that didn’t want to gamble. My parents would have wanted me to continue with the family business, but I was the odd ball of a son that didn’t want to. So I never learned. They tried to teach me though.” An upward look of his eyes was what happened next, his eyes focused on the man sitting across from him from the deck of cards that he held in his hands. Quinton handed the deck back to the new teacher when he asked for it.

The dark haired one didn’t pay attention to the slight smile that made its way into the other’s lips, his attention was more on the cards, though he wasn’t really seeing them. He was more lost in thought then anything. A roll of his eyes was his answer. “You won’t be introducing me into the world of gambling, Mr. Gomez. Just into the world of card gambling, though I doubt that slap jack is considered a gambling game.” Another joke for the history teacher? What was going on with him this morning? Maybe he wouldn’t scare his students this morning. Though that was a field all of its own. The older man’s eyes watched as the cards were separated between the two men. He reached out to put his into a neat pile when Candelario was finished. “Well hopefully we’ll be able to finish before the students arrive. I hate to leave things unfinished.”

[FoxyRakei]

CANDELARIO GOMEZ

Through Broken Eyes
My Heart Still Weeps

"Such a shame," the blond said as he organized his pile, "gambling is God's gift to man. It got me through my child hood and through collage," he said meeting the other's eyes. He tapped the top of his deck and then, almost as if waiting for something extraordinary to happen. But there was nothing, only the man in front of him and the table that separated them. "Well then, you take the first turn," he said crossing his legs and preparing himself for what could be a long and seemingly ridiculous game. Never in his life had he been reduced to such child's play, then again, he could always make it fun.

"Au contraire," Candelario said, one would almost expect a smile as the words flowed but there was nothing. "Everything is a gamble. The tiniest twitch could lead to your death, there is nothing in life that is absolute. So let's make this children's game more interesting. When I was a kid we would bet something insignificant," he said reaching into his pants pocket. He stared at what he got out and put it on the table, "Like this pocket lint for example. It may not be much, but it is mine. What will you bet?" he said waiting for the man's response. He didn't know if he was pissing off the man, he seemed to be joking, or could just be vocal irony. The Latino had no way of knowing his co-worker's habits.

I’m Not Your Toy
Why Can’t You See?

[sun f e a t h e r s]

The boys who kiss and bitexxAnd if the timing is right, to sneak off into the night.

"Oh really now? Something like what?" He had asked in a mock-suspicious voice, one eye brow cocked. Honestly though, he was quite curious. But the boy gave the senior a disbelieving look at his next words. It didn't sound like he had offended him, but the chance that he might accidentally do so was something that Ollie was always cautious of. His standoff-ish personality could often give people the impression that he was a rude child; but being rude is the last thing Oliver ever wants. As far as he's concerned, there are too many jerks in the world to be another one. Regardless of whether he was accidentally being offensive or not, he couldn't help but give a quiet chuckle at the older boy's egotistical display. The boy's eyes widened just a fraction at the sound that left his lips and he glanced away, almost as though ashamed that he had done so. It felt like he hadn't laughed in the longest time... Not a real laugh anyway. He'd been such an emotional mess the past few months that even spending time with his friends didn't feel the same, and he'd found himself having to force more and more of his laughs. Nothing had seemed as funny. And now that he had done so, and so easily, well, he was a little surprised in any case. It did feel like a bit of a betrayal to his friends who had been trying so hard to cheer him up. And it was some cocky stranger boasting of his own self-import that had managed to coax the emotion from his throat, even if it was only a small chuckle.

He was torn from his thoughts were Alfredo kept speaking though, and the sophomore's dark eyes flickered back over to him. "Of course you wouldn't stab me; I'd stab you back." He had replied without a thought. Ollie wasn't strong, and he wasn't much of a fighter, but he was a strong advocate of 'an eye for an eye'. No matter that the senior had only been saying that he wouldn't hurt him, and that he liked him and he had responded with a not-quite-threat.
"And I don't need a God." He added in afterthought.

Oliver watched from where he was leaning against the table as the senior moved away and then returned. A good way to tell that Ollie was different to most other, was that he focused more on words than on actions. Where any other probably would have been distracted by the arms around their waist, the young teen was too preoccupied with the older boy's words to even notice the embrace. He had raised a hand and was twisting his dark locks around his fingers self-consciously at the 'raven' comment. And; "I'm not that little." He huffed defensively, straightening up a little to add more height.
It was only when he felt the other boy's hot breath fanning across his skin did he realize what a close proximity they were in. "So you wait until you're in private before you stab them now?" He asked sarcastically. But his cheeks were flushed as he wriggled his way out of the brunette's grip. He kept his head down as he grabbed up his Beetlejuice bag, willing the blush away. He was fairly sure it was gone completely by the time he had fixed the strap of the satchel around his neck and it was hanging neatly at his hip. "But, if you're going to be so familiar, you can walk me to class. This is only my first day after all, I don't really know my way around." The boy did have the slightest smirk on his lips as he spoke these words. If the senior agreed, and he had a strange feeling he wouldn't just to be 'mysterious' or whatever, then he might have just gained himself his own personal tour guide.

The boys are too refinedxxAnd if I’m given the chance, to be a doll in his hands.

[Goggle Head]

Raleigh Jennji

"Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it..."

" Yeah. It does save a lot of paper. And money, for that matter. Esier to pay for one a month than it does paying for two. Although, these kid's works are worth it. But like you said, the pressure lessens if it is once a month rather than twice." Raleigh nodded at that, confirming the thought. He knew the kids would like it more having it once a month rather than two. Two meant more work. And one only meant that they had more time to work on it, less pressure -- like Benji had said -- and it makes it easier on Raleigh. It also give them more time just in case there was anything that they needed to change in the paper or anything like that. So... A month was definitely a better idea.

Blinking at the thought of having a real coffee, a smile grew on Rail's face. "I would love that. A real cup of coffee? That would be amazing... Here... How about I come early tomorrow morning? I mean... If you're too busy making breakfast for the students, I understand. But if you have the time, I wouldn't mind coming and having some real coffee. This is good though~" He nodded and smiled at that.

Towards Benji's idea, Rail was already mentally mapping out where the cooking-ness would go in the paper. He could already imagine how much size it would take up and other things like that. Since he's a dork like that. "I would really appreciate it if you do that... No joke. It would be amazing... And that's fine~ Whenever you get it done is fine. Maybe you can do one monthly...?"

"Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it."

[Happy-Faces-Anira]

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“Oh, I suppose that couldn’t happen to me though, because I don’t like my children as much. Some of these kids think theatre is just a slack off class, and it’s not. It’s a very big nuisance, and in truth, I try not to get to close to my students, to keep from being disappointed to greatly when something bad goes down.” he said with a heavy sigh. He really didn’t wanna just let it go, he wanted to make it up for his thoughts. Lysander wasn’t very found of children at all, in truth. He had a dislike of children, because the only one he’d ever liked had been Adrian. As a child, he’d been more of an adult. Maybe because he had never had a fun child hood. His family had been part of the rich side of the Ebony’s, but now he was in poverty and had no chance to make up his lost childhood. So he’d always stuck to Adrian’s side, being over protective and making sure he got to do fun things all the time, though Lysander’s fun was different from Adrian’s fun, which was probably watching adult movies with Belial in the top room of the rich blonde boys house, while chewing on some kind of candy and talking about boys. Or at least, that’s what he guessed, though he also was hardly ever wrong, so there was that. “Oh….well, that’s them then. You are a great person, Stephan, so you shouldn’t worry much either, those rumors are clearly lies.” he smiled, though he clearly, in his mind, didn’t believe himself.

It seemed as if nobody wanted to listen to the blue haired man, and that he was just the Canada in every ones Hetalia. Or…whatever that show was called that Belial watched on the internet. He’d only paid attention long enough for Belial to clear out that fact that Canada was always the ignored one in the whole place, and that’s just how Lysander felt there for a moment. Of COURSE he hadn’t watched all the other episodes in search of a better character to depict himself. He’d spent his time as a responsible adult, preparing for the new year. ‘Yeah, that’s why all my things are unpacked on the first day of school and were done in a short amount of time, properly.’ he rolled his eyes to himself, then realized what he’d done and that Stephan could take it as offense. He bowed his head, to show he was listening, then moved around a bit, about to speak about that meeting, and to say ‘Your welcome’, since there had been a ‘Thanks’ in that last sentence, when he heard something at the door, turning only to see Adrian standing there, with that Meiko boy…. “Well…Speak of the devil.” he smiled, though turned away without answering any of the questions shot at him from either male, standing and wiping himself off, moving over to Meiko and taking his hand, shaking it gently. “Me and Mr. Lawraine here have been speaking about you, good things, good things. I have high expectations for you, an-” He was cut off by Adrian making the mouth with his hand and blabbering on with it, making Lysander blush and turn to him. “Adrian, stop it.” “It’s not my fault you have to make a speech for everything! Poor Meiko is gonna die before you finish!” he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and Lysander chuckled, walking back to Stephan. “What a pleasant surprise, no?” He gave a warm smile and pointed to seats for the two small boys to sit in.

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“I-It’s not that!” He’d just messed up his whole little plan…thing. Not that he HAD one, it was just to make himself feel better, mentally, or was it to make him feel worst… Either way, he’d messed something up for the intoxicated Samuel. That’s not what he wanted to do, he’d been trying to….Well, what had he been trying to do? “C-Cool?” Damn! Now he really felt like an a*****e. The rest of what Sammy said was like slaps to Aliston’s face, that he probably deserved. “Sammy….Well, now that I think about it, you’re right! I would be a great bar owner, you could be my cute little bartender.” He’d tease, trying to lighten the mood. He put his hand on the mans back, seeing as he looked like he was going to be sick. “That would be great, Sammy. I’m sorry I doubted your idea, it’s real great if you think about it.” he smiled slightly.

Placing his hand on Samuel’s back, Aliston felt his gut wrench. What if Sammy got really sick, HE was the nurse, there was no nurse to take care of him. What would people say if they saw Aliston trying to nurse Sammy back to health before class, in his classroom, alone? It already SOUNDED wrong! He bit his lip and reached to rub Sammy’s stomach a bit, sighing. “It’s probably the alcohol…Damn….” Moving Sammy to his desk, he began to feel bad, having made the man drink, when he should’ve guessed he wouldn’t have a high tolerance for alcohol. He didn’t look the type. He looked more the type to drink to much and be taken advantage of. Not…that Aliston would…take advantage of….Sammy… ‘Crap…’ He bit his lip, but in the next moment, Samuel was pointing at Aliston and his gut wrenched again. Oops. “I-I won’t! I won’t let them see you, Samuel!” He assured, sighing at the other mans name. What in the world did he have to do with it? Oh well, Aliston seemed to have given up long ago, seeing as it would be pointless fighting it. Sammy obviously had a thing for Amador, Aliston would have to go off to find someone else willing to- “No! You are -not- Belial, not emo!” He’d whisper harshly to himself. No way was he going to sulk over things like this, he was Aliston…the literature teacher, the ADVANCED literature teacher, he didn’t emo it out, he read…book, and….. stuff… Sounded cooler in his head. “Calm down, Samuel..” he murmured. “I can run off and grab you a cop of coffee if you want?” He’d ask quietly. No need to torture the man anymore, right? - ● -

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“Hmm…” he stood up, getting out of his chair and hurrying around the room, “Well, he’s not under these oddly stacked papers, or the filing cabinet, though he might be, I can’t tell, cause I can’t pick it up. Sooo….” He ran over to the door, the one in the back, and knocked. “Come on, Mei, he’s probably hiding back here!” he grinned, opening the door slowly and peeking his head in. In a somewhat loud, sing-song voice, he called “Cousin Lysander~!” He was about to continue talking, when he noticed another man talking to him. He tilted his head to the side. “Who’re you? Lysander’s buddy? I have a buddy too!” he ran back into the room and grabbed Meiko’s hand, tugging and dragging him into the room. “See! He’s my friend, and he likes theatre, so I brought him here so you could see his talent and stuff, Lysander! You gotta put him in a good role and… stuff!” The look on Lysander’s face had been priceless, but he just nodded and sat there. Adriano had been a sudden surprise. That was the Meiko boy though, the one he wanted to put in his play. At least his cousin was resourceful.•▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ •▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄•

[Madame Rioulette]

Stephan Lawraine

XXXX"Read my lips...XXXXXXXXXXXXXX...I think you're cute."

It was a pity, really, how Lysander didn't like children or didn't try to connect with his students. Sure, Stephan connected a little too much with his, but at least the drama teacher should've tried to be friends with them, stern at the moments he needed to, but after class, be chill and more understanding. That's how the english teacher was, and it worked for years. "Well, if anything, you can be stern with them during class, and when things aren't blowing up and being rushed everywhere, you can be nicer, you know? I do that with my students, and it seems to work. But I guess you haven't really got time to relax... just a thought," Stephan shrugged. Being in tune with his students had made him a better teacher, he thought. It also caused rumors when he tried to leech off children - Ew, leech was such a gross word to use - or students actually tried to come on to him. But he shook off those rumors, and he'd seem to persuade Lysander that he really wasn't all that bad of a guy, he just wanted other people to be happy. And if Stephan could be that happy someone, then move out of the way everyone else, as God as his witness he will make that person as happy as humanly possible.

Speaking of happy people, Lysander happened to mumble something about the Devil, and the blonde looked over. Stephan's face lit up at the sight of his green haired buddy. That's right, his not... however else that kid was. After a moment of giving him an awkward look, he realized it was Adriano, the other teacher's little cousin. How cute, but not cute enough to be dragging Meiko around like he was his buddy. God, he was getting defensive with a child half his age, how juvenile, but so uncontrollable. Stephan smiled as politely as he could as Lysander introduced the two of them. "Good morning, Meiko," he greeted, then subtly winked at him before leaning closer to him while Lysander and the other boy talked some. "See, I told you I'd give you a good word or two to the theatre teacher. He said he'd give you a great part in the play too! It's a girl part... but it's a lead!" That's right, it was his doing indeed, take that little boy with lavender hair. If only Leonardo could see this, he'd just shake his head and laugh at the blonde, Stephan could see it now, how disappointed and amused he'd be at his petty jealousy over another freshmen befriending his freshmen.

Stephan straightened up a bit as Lysander came walking back to him. A pleasant surprise indeed, oh yes. "Yes, and we were just talking about how talented the two of you are," he smiled over at the two younger boys in the room as the other teacher motioned for them to sit. No more talk of their little rumors now it seemed, definitely not with young ears in the room.

"Let my sweet kisses...XXXXX
Doctor Samuel Flay
... heal your wounded heart."XXXXXXXXXX

Sammy brightened up a little when Aliston said he actually liked the idea, now that he took the time to think about it. "See! I... told you! It was a great idea! And... and I could be your cute little bartender helper, heh..." the blonde smiled goofily and then continued to lean his head on the other's chest. Cute little bartender, he couldn't even hold his liquor let alone his mood swings with the pills. "I wasn't... saying you're a bad teacher... I just think... you'd be a better bartender..." Sammy added, patting the other's cheek lightly as he looked down at the floor. He felt himself move from the student's desk he was sitting on to the teacher's desk, but the whole room seemed to move with him. His closed his blue eyes and gulped down something vile and not so tasty. A pale hand went for the cup of liquid and he sipped some more rum down to wash - or more like burn - away the taste of whatever it was that threatened to come back up and ruin his drunken stupor mood.

Things swerved and jumped around in Sammy's vision, but his closed his eyes again and it felt a lot better. He heard Aliston say he wouldn't let Basil or Amador see him like this and he smiled, genuinely thankful that he would protect his reputation, being that he'd never really drunk before, whether at school, home, or bar, and things like this, if it got out, it would damage his reputation as a teacher. And Amador, if he caught wind of this well... Sammy was still a bit unknowing about why he cared. The blonde opened an eye hesitantly at Aliston, gripping onto the other's jacket so that he wouldn't fall off the spinning world he felt he was on, and looked at him when he offered some coffee. Reframing from shaking his head, Sammy responded with, "N-no... not coffee. It makes... me more jumpy... than I already am... tea. Amador... awh Amador has my box of tea!" The doctor huffed and groaned onto the other teacher's shoulder and let out an exasperated sigh. "You... would be the best guy ever... if you managed to... to..." Sammy couldn't really find the word he was looking for, so he made a motion with his hand as if he were swiping something up or grabbing at it repeatedly. "My tea... I'll... ugh... I'll give you... a real big kiss... if you can do that..."

[Goggle Head]

Meiko Serori

"Waka Laka's a thing to play forever
Just to be together..."

Nodding as he listened to how lucky he was to know Adriano, Meiko both nodded towards the purple haired male, and once away glanced around the room quietly, taking in the sight. After all, he was going to be in this room for theatre, right? Unless, however, they went into the Auditorium for some reason. Like to practice and whatnot. Once Adrain had assured Mei was a 'shoe in for good stuff', he smile lightly and nodded. He definitely couldn't wait for this year to start. And they were so close too! Just in... Less than an hour, maybe? Before the first class starts? Meiko didn't know, but he was still exicted nonetheless.

Meiko turned his attention back to Adrian, however, when the lad had went to another door. He blinked as the purple haired boy glanced in and apparently found who they were looking for. Mei had gotten up to walk over, but next thing he knew, he was being dragging over to the door to meet this 'Lysander' and his 'buddy'.

To which, Meiko was suprised to see that it was Mr. Lawraine. He stood there and simple blinked for a moment, before letting a smile cross his features. He politely nodded to Adriano's cousin and shook his hand back before getting interrupted. In that time, the green haired boy turned back to the familair teacher. "Good morning, Mr. Lawraine." He smiled again, which grew after hearing that Stephen had kept his promise and talked to the threatre teacher about him. "Ah, thank you! Any role is good, even if it is a female one~"

Nodding as the threatre teacher requested them to take a seat, Meiko nodded before obliging.

"Waka Laka's a place to be forever
Waka Laka love and fantasy..."

[[TC]_J.C._[TC]]

Matthew Blake Roland
Sunlight glinted off of chrome as a large yellow pick-up truck turned the corner into the student parking lot. With the windows down, the chorus of For Whom The Bell Tolls could be heard clearly, as well as a medium-tenor which struggled to drop low enough to match the stereo, with little success. As the engine cut off, and the door opened, a tall, athletic youth climbed out, clad in black combat boots, camo cargo shorts, and an AC/DC t-shirt, with sunglasses covering sun-strained amber-gold eyes. Matt pulled off his sunglasses and turned upon his truck an oil-slick smile, accentuated by the merest suggestion of a five o'clock shadow. "Don't worry, Lucy, I won't be but a few hours," he promised as he carressed the left rear fender. Sighing, he turned towards the main building and, standing tall, walked into a new stage of his life.

((Edit: [A couple of days later] Man... Did I kill another roleplay?))

Motion. 'Thought.' "Speech." (Name is link.)