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 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 1:43 am
Dexter Olsen "Hey, pay attention!"" I'm sure she'll be alright," he murmured, looking back to the chemistry classroom himself. " The classroom is safe, and we won't be gone too long. As long as that creepy Mr. Byko doesn't come by, she'll be fine." He didn't sound entirely certain, though, so the man hurried his stride and pushed open the exit to go outside. He held it open for Alvah, blinking twice at the observation, then finally laughing after he realized what was said. " Oh, this? It's just a habit I picked up off of my father. He smoked occasionally when I was a kid, but it got worse after my mom died. I started so that I'd have a reason to keep him company, and I haven't stopped since." Dexter took a deep breath of the fresh air before taking another long drag from his cigarette, exhaling away from the teen. " They make the best coconut cream pie I've ever had at the cafe, so let's definitely bring her back a piece." This conversation would soon turn to weather, then to sports if Dexter wasn't careful, and he didn't want to talk about sports when the only team he kept up with was the Saints. " So, are you in my Chemistry class or my Forensics class?" he asked, walking leisurely down the sidewalk before the wind started to pick up. He threw the lit cigarette to the ground, stomping it out quickly. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 2:21 am
▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ▌ Alvah Michaelis ▌█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ Mood: Text | Age: 17 | Species: Incubus | Status: Single | Profile: X | Current Outfit: X |□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■| Alvah let out a sigh of relief but soon stopped half way as he mentioned another teacher's name. "Mr. Byko?" He didn't know who he is, but the way Dexter had said it sent a chill down his spine. That teacher, Mr. Byko is certainly someone he wouldn't feel like meeting. He picked up his pace as the door was held open for him and nodded as a gesture of gratitude. Alvah was a little startled at his laughter but soon smiled. It seems like his mother had also passed away, yet another thing they had in common. Except Alvah's had probably passed away due to secondhand smoke. "You certainly have a nice smile, perhaps you should do it a little more often." his coquettish attitude had started to surface once more, it's a habit of his that can't be helped. His expression froze as he heard the word 'coconut cream pie'. Emphasis on the word pie. Not that he has a huge liking towards it, rather, he has a sweet tooth. He couldn't help but get a little excited over the thought of desserts. "Ah, I'll end up buying a lot of those. Have you been teacher here for a long period of time?" he sighed, hopefully he doesn't get diabetes from all those desserts he's about to buy.
"Chemistry. I'm trying to learn how to create instant chemistry with people." he answered, half joking but soon sighs again. "No. I'm in your Chemistry Class. Really. I'm here to learn, chemistry I mean. Not the ones with people- Nevermind. You understand." He couldn't help but face palm himself in the process of explaining. Great. He just made a fool out of himself. |□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■| OOC: I get so into character when I rp that I feel rather awkward typing out the Chemistry part- //rolls away sobbing// ;A ;
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 2:34 am
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"" Sex-Ed teacher," nodded the man, his hands sliding into his back pockets as they walked. He shivered at the memory of Nikolai, having only met him once, but still a little put off. Then again, it had been quite some time since they'd first met, nearly two months, and he'd heard it told that the man was engaged to married to another teacher now, the Psychology professor who was ten years Dexter's senior. He remembered snickering out a " good luck" when he first found out. Ah, how times change. How was it that he himself wasn't married yet? Oh yeah, he had been married, and it ended in divorce. How lovely to remind himself yet again that he was single and ready to mingle. Damn, that was painful even to think about. Ready to mingle? Who writes that crap? Snapped out of his thoughts by the student, Dexter shook his head and raised his right handto ruffle his own hair, turning his face to hide his blush. He didn't speak again until he was asked about his position. Now there was an interesting question. He didn't feel much like a teacher in his post, what with the academy seeming more like a college than anything, but he was the brand new teacher in his department, one of many under the thumb of the, as he'd heard from the headmistress, adorable little Science Department Head, a Mr. Alan Brandt. " Nope, today's my first day teaching. Well, teaching here. I've been teaching since I was in my early twenties. I've been in town for about three months now, getting myself ready for the job. The last chemistry teacher blew up the lab, so I'm apparently a step-up from mad scientist." He chuckled, then looked away once again to cringe at his words. Mad scientist? Really? Oh yeah, paging Doc Brown, GREAT SCOTT! Geez, he sounded like a such a freak. The teacher, thankfully, was soon joined in his awkwardness by the student beside him, and he laughed genuinely. " You're cute." Dexter patted Alvah's head once before stepping onto a crosswalk, his hands swinging by his sides as he passed the several cars to the other side. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!" Lyeisander That's both good and remarkably hilarious xD So, do you want to post at the cafe first or should I?
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 3:10 am
▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ▌ Alvah Michaelis ▌█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ Mood: Text | Age: 17 | Species: Incubus | Status: Single | Profile: X | Current Outfit: X |□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■| He froze once more as he found out Mr. Byko was the Sex-Ed teacher but soon continued walking again. Well that's one way to start his depressing day. Way to go, Alvah. Way to go. As long as he doesn't seem all that creepy, he suppose he can live with it. His expression might not show, but deep down his tears were flowing endlessly like the Nigeria Falls, of all classes, he had to be in the Sex Ed Class. How his father described the school and how it actually is are entirely different, from what he's learnt so far. 'Join the school, he said. It's exactly like your dream school, he said.' Everything his father had said was spot on, except that there's a creepy teacher who might end up troubling the girl back in class if they don't pick up their pace.
In his early twenties, which means he's either in his late twenties or thirties now, according to how he had said it. "Ah, blew up the whole lab.. Is he alright?" Alvah can picture a huge sweatdrop on the side of his forehead, it must be a rather flammable chemicle, for a teacher to blow up the lab. Ah, right. Everything fell into an awkward silence as both of them realised that they had said something wrong. The pat Dexter had given Alvah surprised him, his mother was the only one who had patted him on the head, and it's been years since he's recieved one. A small smile was plastere on his face but it soon disappeared after the comment that was axded up. 'Cute'. How nice, cute. It felt rather odd to be called cute, as a guy, but he didn't mean it in a bad way, so he didn't mind. He shrugged it off, but not before saying something sarcastic. "How cute of you, to call me cute." the formality in his speech had lessened as he gradually gotten a little more comfortable with his surroundings. He quickened his pace as he noticed the Cafe, just across the street. |□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■|□■| OOC: Your post made me laugh- xD I'll post first then
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 7:29 am
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"Dexter opened the door for the student, his phone held up to his ear and a smile on his face. " No no, it's fine, I understand, Mr. Brandt." He waited until she walked in to walk in himself, sitting on a desk and staying on the phone. " Mr. Brandt, I really don't mind. Your classroom is right next to mine, it won't hurt me to check in every few minutes. Alright, I'll see you later today." Hanging up, he gestured to items on a desk and crossed his arms. " Those yours, kid?" he grunted. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 4:51 pm
Mayah Playah Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"Dexter opened the door for the student, his phone held up to his ear and a smile on his face. " No no, it's fine, I understand, Mr. Brandt." He waited until she walked in to walk in himself, sitting on a desk and staying on the phone. " Mr. Brandt, I really don't mind. Your classroom is right next to mine, it won't hurt me to check in every few minutes. Alright, I'll see you later today." Hanging up, he gestured to items on a desk and crossed his arms. " Those yours, kid?" he grunted. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!" "Yeah. " Indie went to grabbed her bag and books for classroom quietly. As she sling the bag over her shoulder, she observed Dexter at his desk. He was so intimidating to talk to. Even one word from her could set him off she thought. She walked up to the desk. "I was wondering if you actually want me to move classes? I know that it is a stupid question to you probably but i don't want any bad blood between us if it could be avoided, you know?" She asked nervously as she played with her hair abit twirling a red strand around her finger.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 8:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 5:58 am
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"Dexter's eyes narrowed at the girl, and he spoke up in an attempt to interrupt her. " The hell are you babbling about?" he snapped, pulling a lighter out of his back pocket and a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He placed the stick of tobacco between his lips, raising the lit lighter to it before his eyes stopped on at finger twirling red hair, freezing. In an instant, the dark red hair was replaced by carrot orange in his mind, familiar features clouding his judgement before he could shake himself out of the image and the girl looked normal to him once more. " Quit that," grunted the male, lighting the cigarette and putting away the lighter. He inhaled the cancerous chemicals and exhaling a long stream of smoke, standing and walking over to his own desk. " I don't care if you stay, just stop irritating me. You're just like every other annoying brat here, you just don't understand boundaries as well." Dexter opened a drawer and started to dig through his files, pulling out a particular list and checking beside one or two names. He looked over the list for a few more seconds, then returned his gaze to the girl. " Do you need something else, kid?" he asked impatiently, the schedule for Alan Brandt's class now open on Dexter's desk. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 9:49 pm
Mayah Playah Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"Dexter's eyes narrowed at the girl, and he spoke up in an attempt to interrupt her. " The hell are you babbling about?" he snapped, pulling a lighter out of his back pocket and a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He placed the stick of tobacco between his lips, raising the lit lighter to it before his eyes stopped on at finger twirling red hair, freezing. In an instant, the dark red hair was replaced by carrot orange in his mind, familiar features clouding his judgement before he could shake himself out of the image and the girl looked normal to him once more. " Quit that," grunted the male, lighting the cigarette and putting away the lighter. He inhaled the cancerous chemicals and exhaling a long stream of smoke, standing and walking over to his own desk. " I don't care if you stay, just stop irritating me. You're just like every other annoying brat here, you just don't understand boundaries as well." Dexter opened a drawer and started to dig through his files, pulling out a particular list and checking beside one or two names. He looked over the list for a few more seconds, then returned his gaze to the girl. " Do you need something else, kid?" he asked impatiently, the schedule for Alan Brandt's class now open on Dexter's desk. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!" " Quit What?" Indie asked mumbling a bit as Dexter inhaled toxic smoke into his mouth. She wonder why he smokes this bad. Didn't he know the effects of smoking a pack of cigarettes with a short part of time. He got to have a good reason for smoking. She sighed when he asked if she needed anything else. " I don't think so," she said adjusting her bag and then looked at the picture that sat on Mr. Olsen's desk neatly. It was a picture of him and a little blonde hair girl. They were smiling and making silly faces. Dexter looks actually happy,
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 11:05 pm
▌│█║▌║▌║ aĸιтo ĸυronυмa ║▌║▌║█│▌ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗ Akito walked into the classroom through the open door, which he was tempted to close behind him but shrugged it off and froze in position for a second. He looked at the teacher, Mr. Olsen. He had heard stories about this man possibly being some kind of evil sorcerer. He inhaled lightly, using his canine senses he took in every scent on the man. Cigarette smoke, and cologne were the most prominent smells, the former of which made him lightly cringe; but the latter made his heart skip a beat. He absolutely loved the smell, but when he realized it was making him blush he quickly looked down and casually continued to his seat. Once he reached it, he took off his backpack, then dropped it by the side of his table and sat on his stool. He laid out his notebook and began doodling, trying not to focus on the teacher's cologne. The thought that he would be able to leave the class soon brought him a sense of solace, seeing as how this scent was just a temporary one.╚══════════════════════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 11:27 pm
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"" Then why the hell are you still here?" he snapped, following her gaze to the picture he hadn't remembered putting on his desk. The image of the sweet little girl shot an arrow through his heart, pain registering in his eyes for a second before hardening once more. He reached out and slammed the frame face-down, trying very hard not to yell at the girl. She needed to get out, before he lost his temper again. He was already close to it. Hearing the door open, Dexter was immediately met with the sight of a handsome young man. The teacher's heterochromatic eyes caught the blush on the student's face, narrowing a little in confusion. Was it warm in the room? It felt fine enough to him. Dexter then looked to the girl in front of him, an "a-ha" resounding in his mind. Of course! The kid was attracted to the girl! Eh, it kinda made sense. It wasn't like she was a troll or anything. Snuffing out the cigarette, the teacher crossed his arms and tilted his head back a little. " Hey kid!" he called, deep, masculine voice echoing through the room. " Class doesn't start for another twenty minutes. Dya need something?" One large, rough hand moved to his hip, his callouses earned through side jobs in Louisianan swamps through college and even after he got his first job as a teacher. In the light streaming in from the large windows, Dexter stood at his full height, lean, semi-muscular body in his new suit looking much younger than the nearly-forty teacher was. He was a generally good-looking man, surprisingly not aged by years of smoking. In fact, if it weren't for some of the wrinkles around his eyes and those tattoos he had on his body, it would've been quite hard to decipher Dexter's age. He took pride in that. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:27 am
▌│█║▌║▌║ aĸιтo ĸυronυмa ║▌║▌║█│▌╔══════════════════════════════════════════════╗ Akito heard the teacher yell to him about how class wouldn't be starting for another twenty minutes. He then looked around the room and realized it was just him and the girl standing up at the desk. This would have been evident to him, if not for that teacher's captivating aroma. Just as he was about to answer however, he looked upand gave the teacher a good look. He was gorgeous! Akito felt another blush coming on now, so he lowered head and focused right back ok his doodling. "I guess I'm just here early sir. If that's a problem, would you like me to go and come back in twenty?" He glanced up at Mr. Olsen as he asked the question, so that he wouldn't come off as rude while doing so due to his tone. He then looked at the girl beside the teacher and chuckled lightly. She looked like she had a crush on him for sure. Then again by how he was acting it seemed like he did as well.╚══════════════════════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 10:53 am
"I actually have this class next period. I seems to forget that".Indie smirked she was getting used to bugging Dexter and it seemed to become fun for her to get under his skin so much. She walked over to the desk in the front and placed her stuff once more. Indie turned around to see Dexter standing, She felt A blush about creeping on her face and a feeling of a smile coming on. What Is happening? She was a lesbian or the last time she check she was. So what are these things from seeing a good looking male teacher in a suit ? She had hot She turned to face Akito " If you want, we could hang out outside of the class until class started?"she said twirling a red strand of her hair around her finger.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 3:57 pm
Dexter Olsen"Hey, pay attention!"Dexter rubbed the back of his neck as he placed an unlit cigarette between his lips, choosing not to light it and to just save it for later. He tossed his empty cigarette carton into the trash, then shrugged at the male student and leaned on his desk. " Well, it's only twenty minutes. I guess you could stay in here." He glanced over the classroom, then strode over to the windows and opened them, inhaling the clean, fresh air and feeling the bare sunshine on his face. He was sure that Caroline would love this weather. It was just chilly enough to be refreshing, but warm enough to not need to wear a coat. The man removed his suit jacket, carefully folding it and setting it down before rolling up his sleeves to his forearms. Two tattoos could he clearly seen on his arms, a compass on his left forearm and a small heart on his right inside wrist. Setting his hands on his hips, Dexter turned to look at his students, light streaming in behind him as he leaned on the window sill. " What's your name, kid?" he asked the male student, his hands slipping into his pockets and heterochromatic eyes intensely directed at the young man. He didn't need to ask the girl. He knew her name. Dexter just didn't like her enough to use her name yet. "I get paid to teach your stupid butt, not amuse you!"
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