There is an oak door off to the right of the foyer. On the door is a gold plate that has "Staff Room" engraved in Cambodian. To the left of the door is a fingerprint scanner and a keypad to enter a code in. The code is only known to the teachers but the keys all make a different sound so if one were to listen closely to the sounds of the keys they might be able to crack the code.
Inside the room there's a full kitchen with a fridge/freezer that is fully stocked, a microwave, sink and dishwasher, coffee/espresso maker, oven/stove, and cupboards filled with anything that you would need to eat, drink, or cook with. There's a dining table with about fifteen chairs around it and then a sitting area with five large couches circling a coffee table. Lastly there's a half bathroom near the back of the large room.
The colours in the room were different shades of contrasting blues and the large couches were black leather.
Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 7:34 pm
She felt acutely more aware of her surroundings and poised compared to the last time she'd set foot in these halls. After all, it had only been three or four years ago at most - with luck, none of the then-freshmen would recognise her as a former student. But then again, that would probably be interesting. Isadora kept her shades on, hearing the clack of her heels shatter the silence of the halls. Here she was, blatantly violating the dress code, and she felt better than ever. Of course, she'd also have to pay the dear old headmistress a visit some time or other, but right now, Isadora was headed towards the secret room that she, along with so many other previous students had tried to enter, to no avail. She swiped her finger across the little reader, then keyed in the code and was admitted. For a moment, an ironic smirk swept her face, as she realised just how easy it would be for a student to enter. The possibilities were literally endless; it was a game of probabilities and careful shadowing. Continuing on this train of thought, she explored the room, seemingly disappointed by the results. It was a stylish room, certainly; but with none of the thrill of sleek gadgetry and machinery like she'd expected. Isadora paused, then, her smile widening as she thought back to all those lessons her years at Gallagher had taught her. If it looked normal, there was probably all the more reason to investigate. The girl crossed the room, fixing herself a black coffee before taking a seat on one of the leather couches and grabbing a handbook. Here, she sprawled out onto her back, obnoxiously taking up all of the space, keeping her eyes trained directly on the ceiling overhead, where the holographic lights from the handheld device fluttered and blinked.
⊰ "And she spoke words that would melt in your hands And she spoke words of wisdom"⊱
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Thought With a rather tired sigh Angela approached the door. She had already given up on wearing her heels and was dangling them in her left hand. It seemed like nearly all the teachers had gotten replaced, and more tiring then having to memorize their names was running around to get acquainted with them.
Sometimes she really hated heels.
Punching in the code was nothing new to her, and she did it with barely a glance to the reader; she had been in the Teacher's Lounge so often pressing the buttons was inscripted in her muscle memory. If she was more energetic, she would've mimicked the 'beeps' that came from the device. It was not such a day, and Angela entered the lounge with a rather tired expression and a swayed step.
The Languages teacher blinked and paused at the sight of yet another new teacher -- merde, it was like the headmistress was pulling them out of a hat!
"Aaah! I didn't think anyone else was in here~ Bonjour, miss...?"The young teacher supposed that the two would have to get acquainted sometime. Angela grinned rather brightly at the stranger, no signs of her previous wariness showing. Why did this one look so incredibly...familiar, though?
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"Out on the main streets, completing your mission You hid there last time, you know we're gonna find you"
Translations: merde -- along the lines of damn, basically bonjour -- hello (( these are taken from google translate so some of them might be inaccurate ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 11:03 pm
The quiet clicking of the door's code being entered alerted Isadora to the presence of a teacher. Which one? she wondered, setting the blinking device back onto the table, but refusing to sit up. If anything her nonchalant attitude would serve to remind these old people exactly who she was. As the door slid open and revealed the tall, leggy Frenchwoman, the girl grinned and prepared herself for an onslaught of lilting, European-tinted English. Mlle Monique spoke her language with a foreign charm, but Isadora's French was nowhere near as pleasant. "Malawi, Mam'zelle. Isa Malawi." She rose to her full height (much closer to the statuesque blonde than she'd ever been), then proceeded to half-attack, half-hug the woman. Even when she was a student, this teacher had been one of the most laid-back, even to someone who failed classes as much as she did. Finally, Isadora stepped back and stared her teacher-turned-colleague up and down. "C'est vrai. I'm back!"
⊰ "And she spoke words that would melt in your hands And she spoke words of wisdom"⊱
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Startled by the sudden hug Angela's shoulders stiffened up, prepared for a fight until she realized the other teacher had no intention of harm. The Languages teacher had to pause to let the words register in, and the young lady standing in front of her suddenly seemed a lot more familiar. A gleam of recognition sparkled in the french woman's eyes as she dropped her heels, this time being the one to reach over for a hug. "My god! Is that really you, Isadora? How tall you've gotten!"
It always came as a shock when Angela met up with past students. It was incredible how fast people changed in appearance, and the acknowledgement that Isa was not a student anymore but a woman came all too noticeably. Being in the business as long as she had been Angela always found it a struggle to remember students; yet for a girl as noticeable Isadora, the Languages teacher couldn't forget her even if she tried.
Angela pulled back to marvel at the top of the girl's head, only too aware of how old she sounded. Rather relieved to see the face of a student -- no, a colleague -- that she remembered, the french woman beamed down at the younger woman. "I barely recognized you! What on earth enticed you to come back here, you silly girl? "
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"Out on the main streets, completing your mission You hid there last time, you know we're gonna find you"
Translations: lalalaala - laalalala (( these are taken from google translate so some of them might be inaccurate ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 7:53 am
"Nothing but the good 'ol memories," she laughed, sitting back down abruptly on the couch, "that, and I was just curious as to what this generation's girls were up to. Anyone to continue my legacy, that is." Isadora looked around, out of the tinted windows and into the school's campus. Even the very sight of these old buildings seemed to bring the ache of long training days back to mind. After contemplating her reply to the teacher's question, the girl straightened herself and sighed. Her answer had only be true in part - Isadora wasn't quite sure what the easygoing teacher would make of her purpose here, and whether she'd object. Nevertheless, she stared Angela solemnly in the eye before leaning in to speak. "Actually, the head had a talk with my current higher-ups. The world's a changing place, you know. So here I am, as both sides see fit, to teach the girls what they'd find most useful in today's world - skills I've applied in expeditions, techniques, and such." In short, she'd come to meddle in school affairs. As much of an outsider as she was, though, Isadora was extremely biased. Protection and Enforcement and Research and Development were the only two areas she'd chosen to re-explore, and for good reason. Any teacher in those two areas had a whole lot on their hands - a group of seniors who thought that they could take on the world at the very least, and full-blown mayhem at the most. It would be good for them to have a second opinion, or someone to tighten the reins should they start to slack off. "It's been absolutely...magnifique chatting with you, Angela, but I must be off." Isadora smiled her schoolgirl's cocky grin, before shaking Angela's hand. Their relationship had veered slightly off course, but there would always be the memories and tomorrow's chance to shake off the first hints of awkwardness. With a slight shake of her head, she began to make her way to the P&E barn, where she was sure chaos awaited. "Sacré bleu..."
Out Of Lead
The PE Barn is about to turn into a clusterf*ck. 1. Magnificent 2. Literally: holy blue. A cuss word~
⊰ "And she spoke words that would melt in your hands And she spoke words of wisdom"⊱
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Angela smiled after a moment, giving a little understanding nod. If she was being honest she didn't really understand why any student would want to come back here -- the Languages teacher herself had always known she wanted to teach others things, but wasn't the world more interesting for graduates?
The languages teacher gave a cheery little wave, fully inclined on resting in the teacher's lounge before she had to go out prancing with that silly over use of french words. "Farewell then, mademoiselle~ "
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"Out on the main streets, completing your mission You hid there last time, you know we're gonna find you"
Translations: lalalaala - laalalala (( these are taken from google translate so some of them might be inaccurate ))
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