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 Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 7:44 pm
✪ A-ASSEMBLAGE ➸ HIGH SCHOOL  ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ↳ synopsis: avengers alternate universe where the team makes up the faculty of of assemblage high school.
when steve rogers (american history/art history teacher) notices that one of his star pupils grades are constantly
dropping, he offers to tutor the girl to help her back on her feet.
↳ mains: capt. america/steve rogers and zerena rhodes
↳ genre: romance/action
↳ users: captnlittleass and Ghost Girl xo
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 9:53 pm
 S T E V E N ✪ STEVE ✪ R O G E R S
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❝ a family, stability ... the guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. i think someone else came out. ❞ "Jesus, caffeine, where's the caffeine?" Tony Stark grumbled as he entered the Assemblage High School library for the faculty meeting. Steve's lips quirked up in an amused smirk as he gestured to the empty seat next to him and the cup of coffee placed on the table right in front of it. "Rough night?" He asked as Tony slumped in his seat and breathed in the heavenly fumes of his coffee. The other just mumbled something incomprehensible into his coffee while Steve made up his mind that he would rather not know.
Bruce Banner, the math teacher, was the third to enter the library, followed by Thor Odinson, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, and finally Peter Parker. Everyone sat up a little straighter when Principal Fury entered the room, followed closely by Vice Principal Coulson nipping at his heels like the little lap dog he was. "It's another great day for education." Fury's patented sarcastic tone grasped Steve's attention in an instant and he looked up.
"Coulson will inform you of what paperwork you need to fill out this week. Yes, Stark, even you. Thor, please remember that sometimes things just need a 'yes' or a 'no' and not a lengthy statement asserting whether you are 'for' or 'against' something. On another note, Rogers, stop sending kids to my office for cursing and texting. Just look at them with your stupid puppy dog eyes and make them feel bad for it. It's much more effective. That's it. If you need me, I'll be in my office. Please don't need me." And with that final sentence, Fury walked out of the library.
"Why do I feel like every time he talks it's just a bulleted list of insults?" Natasha sighed. Coulson began passing out all the forms for that week – attendance, payroll paperwork, monthly co-worker surveys that were supposed to promote an open atmosphere of togetherness. Stark had suggested they all just go out and get drunk to promote unity amongst the faculty, but Coulson had dismissed that the second the Captain had turned a disapproving eye on him. Steve's disapproval face was the worst; it seemed to take everyone back to the time when their mother caught them in the act of stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. Coulson smiled at Steve as he handed out the paperwork, which wasn't unusual in the slightest considering he was his number one fan, and the blonde simply smiled and nodded back before grabbing his paperwork. "Thank you, Coulson." He then stood up with his mug of coffee and left for his classroom.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 7:06 pm
☆ Ｚｅｒｅｎａ ♥ Ｍａｒｉｅ ♥ Ｒｈｏｄｅｓ ☆
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCross x my x heart x and xhope x tox diexBurn my lungs and
curse my eyes xxxxxxxxxxMake you feel, make you feel better▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂ I'm going numb I've been highjacked ღxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's a f●●king drag xxxx ❤I x taste x you x on x my x lips x and ✿ get rid of you, So I say damn your kiss
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and the awful things you do, You're worse than nicotine
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Zerena was hidden under the gray and black sheets and comforter. She wasn't in the mood to go to school, or move out of bed actually. She was a star pupil, but lately things were slipping downward, and quickly. Her worse class? Art history. The girl could draw, but remembering history, was good, used to be better than now. The gray hair was all over the place as she peeked over her covers and saw the time, and grunted, already running behind schedule. Cursing loudly stumbled out of her bed, almost falling with covers tied around her slim legs. Her mother, Stacy, barged in, seeing her daughter struggling so slightly "Zerena, you know you are becoming worse everyday." Her mother said and her daughter placed a frown. "I don't need to be reminded of my poor education skills She said before throwing a plastic bottle on the floor. Pulling out an outfit, got ready and decided to look nice "God, why on a daily basis she drags me through the dirt. I wasn't like this. She mumbled so slightly under breath, and grabbing her leather book bag, and out of her room she went. Ignoring her mother, didn't even bother taking the car, since her anger issues weren't necessarily under control, yet. Hearing the bell as she reached the bottom of the school, exhaled a loud sigh and dragged herself into the school. They late walker-stalkers making their way to the class, as Zerena made herself to her locker. First class was with Mr. Rogers, and knew would probably get a talking about it. Grabbing her books and binders, shut her locker with her foot, and made her way to the class. Turning the knob into the class looked to the class and then to the teacher "Sorry for being late. Car troubles She said, saving her a** with a lie, hopefully he would take it. Now just to fix her grades and she would be all set, and Zerena knew it wouldn't be that easy OOC ::
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 12:47 pm
S T E V E N ✪ STEVE ✪ R O G E R S
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❝ a family, stability ... the guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. i think someone else came out. ❞ Perhaps the only downside to his job were the young enamored girls that awaited the male in his classroom every morning. More often than not, they would seat themselves in the front rows so that they could follow his every move with wide, shining eyes. "Jamie, tip that chair back once more and you stand for the rest of the lesson, got it?" Steve warned sternly as he gave back the graded tests from the previous weeks to his students. The boy looked down guiltily and brought back the four legs of his chair to the floor, before he smiled sheepishly at his teacher. The kids knew the rules since the beginning of the school year as Steve always preferred to give them the heads-up rather than punishing them, so Jamie was well aware that tipping back was not allowed, for obvious safety matters.
Everyone went silent as mice as the classroom door opened up. The Captain's lips set into a grim line of disappointment when he saw that it was Zerena, and he glanced up towards the clock above the door to see how late she was this time. "That's the third time this week, Miss Rhodes..." Steve then placed her graded test face down on her desk. "I'd like to talk to you after class," he said gently not to intimidate or alarm the girl. Lately, her grades had been dropping like flies and he was curious to know why and if there was anything he could do to help. She had once been his star pupil, after all.
When the bell finally announced the end of Art History and the start of everyone's second period class, two dozens of eager teenagers grabbed their bags and headed out faster than they jotted down their homework, yet Steve managed to make brief eye contact with Zerena before she could leave. "Pull up a chair," he told her, leaning forward against his own desk and folding his muscular arms. "I just want to talk to you about your grades in my class. You had been doing just fine at the beginning of the semester but your third quiz a few weeks ago wasn’t too good and the others weren't much better." He pondered as he stared into the girls grey eyes, wondering if it was due to the way he taught or something else. "Now, I'm not mad at you," Steve added gently with a reassuring smile that softened his features. "It's not a disaster but I wouldn't want you to fail this class when you had been doing so well. Is there anything I can do to help?"
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : CLASSROOM xxxxxᴄoᴍᴘᴀɴʏ : ZERENAxxxxxᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ : HERE
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 7:24 pm
☆ Ｚｅｒｅｎａ ♥ Ｍａｒｉｅ ♥ Ｒｈｏｄｅｓ ☆
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCross x my x heart x and xhope x tox diexBurn my lungs and
curse my eyes xxxxxxxxxxMake you feel, make you feel better▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂▂▃▅▆██▆▅▃▂ I'm going numb I've been highjacked ღxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's a f●●king drag xxxx ❤I x taste x you x on x my x lips x and ✿ get rid of you, So I say damn your kiss
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and the awful things you do, You're worse than nicotine
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Quickly rushing to her seat, sat before Mr. Rogers got to her. Hearing him say how he'd want to talk to her after class, sighed, and shook her head in disbelief. It still stunned her, that he wanted to talk to girl, but about what? Her tardiness, or bad grades, or both. The girl couldn't focus on the class, now that he mentioned that. Whispers were around and that made Zerena's blood boil, whether it was about her or not. She hated whispering which were gossip and rumors anyways.
Hearing the bell ring, knew she wasn't going anywhere fast. Hopefully she's get to miss most of second period, which was some class she hated anyways. Walking towards the front of the class, grabbed a chair and pulled it up to his desk, like he said. She couldn't make eye contact to him. She was embarrassed of her slip up. From being a star pupil to barely passing was dangerous. Soon, Mr. Rogers reassured her that he wasn't mad at her, which took a big weight of the girl's chest. She never wanted to be on a teacher's bad side. "Um, I'm going to be honest. I don't know what you can do? Maybe tutor? I don't know. I don't know why I'm becoming this way Mr. Rogers. This isn't me." She said, getting worked up and getting quite flustered. Was she losing her sanity, or was she just overthinking every little thing that was going on right now. Getting up, shoved the chair back and paced the floor back and forth. "I-I'm so sorry Mr. Rogers, I, I don't know what's going on with me. I'm a top student. And now." She stopped as the salty water filled her eyes "Now I'm becoming a failure." She said, wiping her eyes "It's not me." She said, with her back towards the teacher and looking into almost a daydream state
OOC :: I made her so over dramatic lol ;p
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