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 Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:44 pm
 Where the teachers relaxes. Students aren't allowed without permission.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:19 pm
 Lite wondered in tired and wearily. he sighed and laied down on a couch spreading out his body and lounging out "i hate these kids"
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:22 pm
Maxwell came into the room right behind Lite. He was tuckered out just like his fellow teacher.
"Yeah. I agree. Some of these punks don't understand why history is so important." He agree
He sat across from the teacher. Letting his blue eyes glaze at the man.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:26 pm
Lite smiled "ah, so your a fellow history teacher, i teach weapon history, so maybe its a little different" he said letting his hand drop down to the floor while he sat upside down to the couch. Lite still seemed childish but he was still a pretty mean guy. "at least three kids came to my class late, and half of the class have no idea about my class. oh, by the way, how long have you been teaching here"
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:35 pm
They seem to have the similar problem. Maxwell brushed his clothes a bit to straighten them up.
"I have five or six come in late. I lost count. I had to start giving out ten page essay on early vampire history or tell them to meet me in the wolf cages on a full moon."
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:39 pm
Lite waved his hand and laughed "oh don't be to mean, just send them to our scary head of security" he said always being slightly frightened by her. Lite smiled as he examined the lounge "at least the pay is good"
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:42 pm
Maxwell chuckled. That was one of only a few pluses about the job.
"It also is a perfect place to stay safe and not kill any students while in wolf form. It's hard for me because I'm only been one for three years."
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:49 pm
Lite had a little silent moment, as he explained that he liked that he didn't kill anymore students "uh...sure" Lite said trying to rebuild the conversation "i've been here for three years now...and most of the upper graders know not to mess with me" he said kicking his feet for fun
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:53 pm
Maxwell smiled. The man had been their longer than him. It was a prefect chance to ask questions.
"I was hired by Mr. Richardson. I have yet to meet the headmaster. Have you met him or her yet?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:08 pm
Lite grinned as he swung around and sat up right "nope, not really" he said shrugging.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:14 pm
Has no one ever seen the headmaster other than Mr. Richardson.
"Really. This whole place seems like a mystery. It's rather confusing because I am a new teacher."
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:13 am
Reyn ambled down the hallways as silently as possible. Classes were in session and he didn't want to disturb any of them during his off period. He clutched a folder of papers to his chest as he repeated a calming mantra in his head. They won't eat me. They won't eat me. They won't eat me. He brushed loose strands of black hair from his face as he rounded a corner. Up ahead was his destination: The Teachers Lounge. Under normal circumstances he would have been hammering away at his homework during his spare time but a special person had come to him with a task he couldn't refuse. Smoothing out his jacket, the young man rapped thrice on the door to the lounge.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 2:24 pm
Maxwell Mandrake looked up from his work when he heard the door open. thinking that it was another teacher. He didn't want it to be Mr. Richardson. That wouldn't be fun for someone to hear you gossip about them.
"Hello."
It was a student. Lucky him. He heard Warlocks could do anything. Maxwell could barely deal with his own powers. Students were much easier to manage.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:32 pm
Lite sat their and almost fell asleep until he was awakened by a knocking on the door. Lite shoot out and popped his up "huh, who that" he asked bobbing his head around in a daze
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:53 am
Reyn listened carefully for any sign of movement on the other side of the door that would betray the existence of any occupants. It only took a short moment before he heard a faint 'Hello' from inside followed by a sudden shifting of furniture. Reyn inwardly cursed himself for disturbing the teachers' down time but slowly opened the door nonetheless. The raven haired boy first peeked his head in the room, taking stock of the two teachers present before stepping fully inside and shutting the door behind him. He was about to speak when he noticed how... dark and informal both teachers looked. They couldn't be too much older than he was at a young 17. Still, they were teachers (he guessed, and not other students that had snuck in) and should be honored as the high-level instructors that they were.
Drawing in a deep breath and gathering up enough courage, Reyn finally let loose why he had invaded their sanctuary. "M-Mr. Richardson asked me to start a club but I need a teacher to sponsor, well, oversee, the activities. Would either of you be interested in backing a Music Club? I-It would be bands and such, and some more contemporary things too. Rock bands, wind ensembles, whatever the student populous wants." He offered a small smile of reassurance that his idea was a good one, more for himself than the benefit of the staff before him. "Oh!" Reyn's eyes widened as he remembered the documents he was holding. He fumbled with the manilla folder and pulled out a blue sheet of paper. On it was a beautiful design advertising the proposed club. None knew it yet, but Reyn was actually quite the artist but he knew nothing of computers so he had it in his head that he would need to hand draw each flyer. He displayed the flyer before him. "I also made a few of these up to show that I'm dedicated to working on the club so you feel more secure in putting you name behind me."
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