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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2015 9:22 pm
Dexter Olsen "Hey, pay attention!"He leaned forward a little, voice quieting as he offered a smile. " Hey, Miss Young, tell me something. Does it look like I give a damn whether or not today is your first day?" His smile was overtaken by a frown as he slammed a hand down onto the windowsill, making several of the students nearby jump in shock and slight fear. " Did you act this way at your other school? No wonder you're here now. They must've kicked you out! Now sit your a-s down!" He pushed himself away from the windowsill as the bell rang, the rest of the students filed in and seated. His shoes clicked as he walked to the desk, each tap making a student or two flinch. He glanced upwards at a handsome blonde student, his eyes narrowing a little in their glare. He really hated teenagers. " Good morning, class," he greeted. " It's nice to see you all again. I hope that you had a nice weekend." He reached for a yardstick, setting one end on the ground and leaning on it a little. " Because this week, I've decided that you all must learn each and every element of the periodic table. At the end of the week, there will be a test which will be graded and personally sent to your guardians and/or handlers, who have all paid a substantial amount of money for you to be here." He smirked a little, cruel at best. " Every element that you get wrong, you will have to write a five-thousand word paper on. Class, there are one-hundred and eighteen elements on the periodic table. How many words will you have to write if you get them all wrong?" A sheepish-looking male student raised his hand in the front, fingers shaking as Dexter's gaze landed on him. " Yes, Mr. Faulk?" " F-five-hundred and ninety thousand," he answered, looking down as his desk. " Correct!" The yardstick slammed down on the student's desk, mere centimeters away from his hand. " So don't get any wrong. There's a poster just above the blackboard with the periodic table on it. Write it all down, then hand in the paper to me. You have twenty minutes. Write fast." He then set the yardstick back down, moving to sit on his desk as he pulled out his cigarette pack. He needed a smoke more than he needed these kids out of his hair. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!" GothicPinkxoxo It seems that every time you post, you change her name. Is this one sticking, then?
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 2:23 pm
Mayah Playah I know but this is her final name change, I promise. smile  As Mr. Olsen leaned forward in closer and ask whether or not he looked like a teacher who cares about her first day or not. Violet predicted that he didn't; He was a younger teacher who didn't seem to care whether or not if his students knew that he smoke or smoke in class. But not even voicing her opinion that he probably won't give a sh-t about, Violet walked back to her seat and sat down as the class began. As class were starting and Mr. Olsen begin to reign over his class with an iron fist, Violet seem not to talk at all and just take down notes about the upcoming events of this week in her notes. After that, Violet began to start on writing the whole periodic table down which was like a second nature to her after so many years with a doctor for her father, a surgeon at that, she would naturally pick up on the periodic table over time. Violet had quietly finished her table in a fifteen minutes window with time to share.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 7:04 pm
Vinny LeavittVinny jolted in his seat when he heard the sickening slap of the ruler to the desk and glanced at it then followed it up to the teacher. He frowned as the assignment sank in. Oh, was it easy to frown in this class. But was it easy to memorize an entire periodic table in a matter of days? Or to write more essays than a pedagogy student? Definitely not.
Unfortunately, the guitarist didn't have time to complain. He leaned over his desk, holding his head and clenching his fingers over his hair as he struggled to recall the elements. There was... Argon... Carbon... Potassium, of course... Agh, but what would the test even be over? Which were noble gasses? Their atomic weight? Vinny had never gone through such a rigorous run through of chemistry, he wasn't even sure what good this would do him when he graduates! He's not even here for good grades, he's here to spread his band's music! However, if he were to get bad grades then that would shake some kind of controversy, and that meant having Ken and Ryuu breathe fire down his neck.
Vinny sighed through grit teeth as his mind drew blank. Five elements. He only had five elements. This wasn't the test, thank God, but there was no way he could memorize one-hundred and thirteen more by the end of the week.
As he looked up for the Periodic Table, he noticed that new student from earlier writing down element after element as if she was writing down her times tables. How on earth...?
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 10:26 pm
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"Lit cigarette hanging from his lips, Dexter surveyed his classroom, looking over the students. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of all his students stressing over the elements. Honestly, the test wasn't going to mean anything, but he wanted someone to suffer just as badly as he was for as pointless a reason. His eyes were caught by the handsome blonde from before, his slender fingers digging into his thick hair in frustration. Dexter glanced down at a seating chart, reading the boy's name. Vincent Leavitt, senior. He was quite a cutie, Dexter had heard a few girls giggling over him. His shoulders tensed. Akito, although a John Thomas-enthusiast, was always popular with girls. This Leavitt kid had to go down. Before he could do anything, though, Dexter spied the dumb girl from before finishing her table. A sickeningly sadist smirk curled his lips as he walked over, picking up the paper. He looked it over. It looked correct. Without warning, then, the teacher ripped the paper into several pieces, crunching them together and tossing them into the trash bin. " Again," he said coolly, cold heterochromatic eyes glaring at her for an instant before looking around as he walked up and down the aisles, ripping up every table that was done or nearly done, then commanding the student to do it again. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 10:38 pm
Vinny LeavittCatching movement out of the corner of his eye, Vinny's eyes flickered away from the girl and tensed up when he saw Mr. Olsen approaching her. Oh no, he didn't think he was cheating, did he? No. Worse. The guitarist's eyes widened when he saw the paper get ripped. His mouth, like the other classmates', hung limply at something so... inhumane! He couldn't just do that! Was that even legal?!
Vinny's eyes helplessly followed the teacher as he ripped apart more and more papers, crushing so many souls as they were given about eight minutes left to redo everything. He wanted to say something, to get up and tell Mr. Olsen that he was flat out insane, but he didn't want to bring attention to himself. It was the problem any student faced, the words were in his head, but the hesitation was just too strong. Could he really sit there and take it? What if Mr. Olsen went to check on his own paper? It clearly wasn't even remotely close to a passing grade but could that really justify not standing up for them?
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 10:46 pm
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"Disappointment registered in Dexter's eyes as he glimpsed Leavitt's paper. He wasn't even close to done, and had misspelled several elements. How was that even possible? They were supposed to be copying from a poster! Before he could reach out and rip apart the paper, he heard it. A distinct female giggle. It was a little one, fairly quiet, but he heard it. The teacher backed up three steps, stopping between two desks thre desks behind Vinny. His hand reached down, snatching up a note that had been passed between two girls. He opened it, then clenched his fists. " Mr. Leavitt," he started, walking over and setting the paper on the desk so he could read it. " Would you please read the three sentences on this paper aloud so the whole class can hear?" "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 10:57 pm
Vinny LeavittVinny tried very hard to focus on the paper in front of him, or more to keep his pencil from shaking in his hand. He couldn't show weakness, but damn, just feeling the teacher's hawk eyes looming down on him must've taken five years off his life! The guitarist inhaled sharply when he saw the hand move towards his paper, but paused when Mr. Olsen did as well. He risked glancing up at him just in time to see him back away and take a piece of paper from a girl's desk. The classroom was already silent, but when Mr. Olsen read the note a tense atmosphere weighed on nearly everyone's shoulders.
Vinny sat up straight when he heard his name, exhaling the breath he had long forgotten he was holding. Why was he being called? What did he have to do with those girls? They weren't making fun of his bad science, were they? Seeing the paper laid out on his desk, Vinny looked down at it - he blushed as he caught a few words - but looked straight back up at the teacher. "Is this... Is this really necessary?" he finally dared to speak. His heartbeat was beating fast like anyone when they tried to answer a question, and for a second he thought he'd go deaf from how quiet the room was. "You already caught their note, we don't need to hea-"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:05 pm
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"" Now." That one word echoed through the deathly quiet room, all eyes on them two. He clenched his fists, crossing his arms and glaring openly at the blonde. " I didn't ask if you wanted to. Now stand up and read it before I give everyone in here a failing grade regardless of their performance on the test and have you all write twenty-thousand word essays on Isaac Newton." He leaned in, setting a hand on the desk as his voice quietened. " Stand up, read loud and clear, and follow my instructions to a T, Mr. Leavitt. Right. Now." "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:14 pm
With extra time to spare on her test, Violet decided to survey throughout the room aimlessly. There looked like a mix bag of people and everyone seemed to be their own unique character inside of the room. That must be the reason her dad thought it would be a perfect fit for her but she could still see the normal high school cliches in their room. There were the nerds who were already studying for another class, there were your popular kids who were already done and gossip about trends and there were the kids who were struggling to not write any single essay. But there seemed to be one student who command attention with doing something as simple as looking at the table of elements and write down their characteristics. Girls just giggled at the sight of this boy and even Mr. Olsen seem to be interested in the sight of this boy as well...Violet had to admit that he was-----... As Mr. Olsen walked over to her desk with cigarette in mouth and beginning to read her paper in silent. Violet had a lot of hope in the beginning but then Mr. Olsen ripped up the paper up into millions useless pieces before her very eyes and her entire heart sink like the Titanic but not with Kate Winslet or anything. Mr. Olsen walked away from her and she couldn't be sighed in frustration. How was supposed to get all one hundred and three elements down in five minutes. Conclusion: she was going to fail!
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:16 pm
Vinny LeavittThe student winced and closed his eyes when he heard the booming voice deliver the answer he should've known he'd get. When he opened his eyes he still refused to meet Mr. Olsen's gaze, even when he leaned in, and instead looked in the opposite direction he was at. It was quiet for a second, and in that short amount of time Vinny felt a clash between anger and humiliation. He never wanted to be involved, he just wanted to stay out of the way, and now, for some reason, he had become a target.
Sighing under his breath, the guitarist got out of his desk and turned to face the classroom, the small paper in his hands. He looked at the girl a little ways down, giving her an apologetic look. She had a flushed look on her face, he couldn't blame her.
Looking back at the note, Vinny's own blush returned. He looked at the girl quickly, she looked away just as quickly, and he looked back down before Mr. Olsen could bark orders at him.
"... 'That guy that plays the guitar has such a cute butt!'
'I know, right? It's so hard to focus when he's right in front of me~!'
'I heard someone call him Vinny. Do you think he has a girlfriend?'"
It was embarrassing for everyone, the reader, the writers, and the listeners. Usually something like this would bring about at least a few giggles and chuckles, but no one dared make a noise and endure more of their teacher's wrath. All of the girls looked away from the front and tried to think of something else, and Vincent busied himself on deciding whether he was humiliated or outraged.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:33 pm
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"After the blonde finished reading, Dexter reached out and plucked the paper from Vinny's fingers. " Don't sit down," he commanded before looking over the paper again himself. " 'Cute butt', huh? You know, I didn't notice. The purpose of a classroom is to learn, Mr. Leavitt, not to have our backsides ogled at!" He looked to the girls. " You two, that's a strike. You get two more, you fail my class. Don't step out of line, you hear me? And as for you." He turned back to the guitarist, holding up the paper. " I want a fifty-thousand word essay on Isaac Newton on my desk by tomorrow morning. He died a virgin. You don't bring me that essay in time, so will you." Ripping the note in half, then in half again, he tossed it into the wastebasket before turning back to his class. " Bell rings in less than a minute. Make sure when you come to class tomorrow, you remember that note-passing is not a practice I'll tolerate in my class. Now get your sh-t together and get the hell out of my classroom!" The bell rang, and he moved away from the door to sit at his desk, snuffing out what remained of his cigarette before lighting another one. He couldn't handle all this stress. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:39 pm
As Violet heard the newer barking of Mr. Olsen. She snapped out of her soul dying phase and looked at the front. After a few of self pitying herself. She could only infer that this barking were another visual form of a slow torture of his day. As Violet heard what Vinny was forced to say in front if his entire class, Violet blushed too. She could only imagine that embarrassment of being forced to say those thoughts about you in front of everyone including guys and girls.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 11:50 pm
Vinny LeavittVinny was just about to get back to his seat when he heard the teacher. He straightened up again and watched him talk about the note, looking away when his rear was mentioned to everyone. Couldn't Mr. Olsen see how humiliating this was? Did he have complete disregard for his students' feelings?
Hearing the assignment that was unfairly given to him, Vinny quickly lifted his head to give the teacher a dumbfounded look. Before he could say anything the bell's shrill ring cut through his voice and gave the students a reason to bolt from the room. But the guitarist stayed. He stayed in his surprised state, ignoring all the pitiful and amused looks tossed at him by passing students. When only a few others were left, Vinny got back onto his train of thought and strode over to the opposite of Mr. Olsen's desk. "You can't be serious about that paper." he said, all anxiety gone and replaced by justified anger. "I had nothing to do with that note! I didn't know they were writing about me, it's not my fault! Why did you give them a strike and me an essay?" he demanded.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 12:01 am
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"Dexter turned his back to the students as they all ran out of the room, waiting until it was quiet to pull his phone out and look through his missed calls. Cruel or not, he wouldn't dare have his phone out during class. Seeing that his daughter called him and not hearing anyone in the room, Dexter waited until the door clicked shut to press her name, holding the phone up to his ear. " Hey, baby girl, it's Daddy. I'm sorry I missed your call, but I was in class." The young girl's voice could be heard pretty well in the mostly empty room, the volume being up too loud on his phone and the air needing to be filled with something other than silence. Dexter's own voice softened considerably as he spoke to his daughter, sounding much less like an evil dictator and more like a loving, yet heartbroken father. " No no, honey, Akito's gone. I'm sorry, I really wanted you to meet him too, but he just up and left me. I guess this is a good thing, though. Next time you visit, all of my attention can be focused on you instead of my relationship." He chuckled a little, then turned as he heard himself being yelled at. His eyes looked up at Vinny, an eyebrow raising as he stood. " Hold on, Caroline, Daddy's got to deal with a student. Can I call you back in a little bit?" His daughter answered something about going to the mall with her friends, and Dexter's face fell. " Oh, alright. I'll just call you tonight then. Have fun, angel." He hung up, then tucked his phone away as he rubbed his temple, suddenly looking very much his age. " Mr. Leavitt, I have to be strict with all of my students and make an example out of the ones that step out of line. In the military, if a cadet talks out of turn, the entire platoon is forced to do one hundred push-ups while the cadet watches. You're being punished because those girls were stupid enough to pass notes in my class. It teaches the students that no one is safe from being punished for toeing the line and therefore keeps them behaved. I want that paper tomorrow morning, this is not up for discussion!" "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 12:06 am
As the bell rang loudly in a high pitch shill, Violet got up and began to pick up her notebook among other things. She sighed thinking about the endless amount of essays she had to now do for this class. She hoped that she is not going to die from the coffee she will have to consumed before Friday, which was a lot. Violet picked up her Taylor Guitar case and tries to hurry up out of the room before Mr. Olsen regin her back in for his twisted games with his students.
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