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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 9:39 pm
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
Alan was in the middle of viciously devouring the hot dog when he was interrupted by the other teacher's questioning. He swallowed what was left of the hot dog, drinking a little soda to down it and clear his throat before speaking. "I've never hated anything more," he answered miserably. "The kids treat me like a joke, and half of them are perverts who just keep on touching me. I can barely explain a single law without being propositioned by one of the boys or girls, and God forbid, I talk about Fuch's laws. The AC doesn't work well in my classroom, none of my students are actually doing their work, all they do is talk over me, and I've been trying to teach the same lesson all week." Stopping under shade, the sweating male tugged at his collar with his free hand and attempt to cool down. Why was it so damn hot?!
Overwhelmed by the events of the day, plus the stupid heat, Alan was finding it hard to act his age, wanting more and more to go home to his precious lab three thousand miles away and just block out the world once more. He'd burst into tears right then and there if he wasn't being followed by that awful man. "What about you? Do you like it?" he asked, wanting to stop talking about him.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 11:03 pm
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
"I didn't," was his bitter reply, sliding down to sit on the ground, legs folded Indian style. Alan set down the drink, leaning against the wall and staring at the sky. "I used to work in a lab that was funded by my father. I was second in command, being the second most-qualified to run it, and was in the middle of a study on the asymmetry dependence of the nuclear equation of state when the lab was suddenly threatened to be closed down. My father wanted me to learn how to be social, figured I'd never get anywhere being a scientist, and gave me the choice to either leave the lab, or risk losing funding for it entirely." His tone grew colder at the notion of his father's interference, clear that he'd never be forgiving for it. "I couldn't do that to my co-workers, who didn't like me anyway and made fun of me constantly, so I left. My father got me the job here and told me to start looking around and try to make friends. I think he's trying to help. Honestly, I've wanted him off my back since Mother-"
He stopped, not wanting to continue letting on about himself. It wasn't entertaining, anyway. Alan knew perfectly well that Reed was only talking to him because he felt obligated. Standing, the scientist dug into their bag and pulled out the rest of Reed's food, shoving it at him. "Look, I don't know why you're even still talking to me. I'm rude, obnoxious, I think I'm smarter than everyone else, I don't see beauty, or understand virtue, and I certainly don't have friends. So just take the rest of your foods and go away." His legs then started walking swiftly back towards the school, not wanting to continue bothering with the musician. He didn't have friends, after all.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 11:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 11:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 11:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 12:10 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 11:28 pm
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
"Noooooo!"
The lab coat finally off, it became clear why Alan didn't want it off. His thin button-down clung to milky skin, slim hips and shapely legs outlined by damp pants that stuck to him. He crossed his arms, attempting to cover himself, but unable to do so without seeming like he was trying for a seductive pose. Tear-filled eyes stared up at Reed, his lips trembling at what he'd done. Around them, men and women alike stopped to stare at the slender frame of the young man, either in interest, desire, or disgust at his sweatiness. Still, though, he was a sight to see, and even that tearful face made him that much more attractive.
"How could you?!" he cried before running away, leaving the musician and his coat behind, weeping all the way back to the school.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 11:35 pm
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Reed de Févin "You were my everything."Reed's eyes became bold lines and a shade of blue covered the first half of his face. Alan, he realized, was very overdramatic. The way he cried out over his coat being taken, the way he covered himself feebly (Reed was almost positive he saw a hair flip in the process). A bead of sweat ran down the side of his head as the scientist screamed at him and ran off. A long sigh leaving his lips, the musician put his free hand to his temple and rubbed it, occasionally glancing at nearby people that looked at him in curiosity for the scene that was just made. Looking down at the coat in his hand, Reed looked back up to where Alan ran off. Probably best not to speak to him now, he thought. He looked back down to see the bag of candy that was abandoned and picked it up, too. I'll just visit him tomorrow. Or he'll visit me. I'm sure he'll want this weird thing back. He glanced over at the coat and wiggled it curiously. What was so special about it? He would never know. Nor would he ever know what the hell just happened now! Jeez, he acted as if I completely undressed him! he thought angrily while beginning to walk back to the school.
Annoying brat."Your music will live on." |
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 10:17 am
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