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 Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 6:13 pm
 This class is taught by Cyrus Hayden. Here's a fair warning to all the students. There is a chalkboard instead of a whiteboard. :]
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:28 pm
 .:l Cyrus Hayden l:.
”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire
Cyrus somehow managed to drag himself to his classroom after his trial of getting lost several times before he did so. Well, he wasn't even sure if this even was his classroom, but it was empty. It'd have to do. If the students got lost, then he'd blame it on them. He sat down in his seat and spent his time savoring the last few moments of quietness before any students might come pester him.
And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 7:42 pm
 წჭხჴჯჵჶჷჸლმნჲოპჰჵჶჷჸგვზჱჴჶჷჸლჯჵჶჷჸლმნჲოპჰჵჶჷჸგვზჱჴჯჵჶჷჸლმნჲ
♄♅♌♆ Ƀ ι ą и c ą ჯ Ș ι и c ʄ ą ι ɼ ♄♅♌♆
წჭხჴჯჵჶჷჸლმნჲოპჰჵჶჷჸგვზჱჴჶჷჸლჯჵჶჷჸლმნჲოპჰჵჶჷჸგვზჱჴჯჵჶჷჸლმნჲ Bianca wandered through the school with a blank expression, holding a black rabbit doll today. She was completely zoning out as she headed to her next class, although she did not remember where she was supposed to be going. Bianca soon walked into an empty classroom, or she thought it was empty. Bianca stood in the middle of the room, looking around the unfamiliar classroom. She had never been in this class before so it was the wrong one. It was empty, wait no it wasn't there was a strange looking man sitting at the front desk; the teacher presumably. "What class is this?" Bianca asked. ooc: hope you don't mind if i pop in randomly
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 7:23 pm
ooc: teleportation *poof*
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 6:16 pm
.:l Cyrus Hayden l:.
”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire
Dead. Cyrus. Was. Dead. Especially when it involved waking up so early in the morning. Hopefully, he'd be able to get a decent nap in instead of getting any students similar to his previous class. There, he only had one straggler who didn't even belong to his class. At least, he didn't think so. If students did pester him, then the next best thing to do would be to assign them some busy assignment while he discreetly screw that. he was just going to do it. slept away.
With that plan in mind, he sidled into the seat by the teacher's desk and promptly crashed onto his desk to try to get in a few more minutes of sleep before he was interrupted by annoying brats.
And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:31 pm
Rose Martin Rose was late to algebra, she scurried into the classroom with a book in her arms and her hair pinned up with a pen.
"Sorry I am late, I got lost in the school" Rose said and went slightly red.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:47 pm
.:l Cyrus Hayden l:.
”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire
At the sound of a voice, Cyrus reluctantly woke up from his nap, peering at the clock. It was late. In fact, the bell was even about to ring any moment now. Could this student have any better timing? He turned his attention back on the girl. "Congrats. If ya hadn't noticed, I wouldn't have cared either way. See, you're the only student here. Hurray." He drawled out sarcastically before stretching out his sleepy limbs without care. "Eh, I reckon I should give you a D for bothering to show your face here. Name?"
And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 7:44 pm
"Life is like a box of chocolates...
Full of maggots and roaches.
Oh, that's just me?" ~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~ Simon needed to get to know some more of his co-workers and he didn't have to teach for a while. So, he decided to stalk around the halls until he remembered that a new teacher joined the school recently. Algebra, eh? Funny how there wasn't a math class before they arrived. One would think that math would be one of the more cherished subjects of the school. But it was Rosentale after all, so maybe it was some magic class or something that was deemed 'most important'. He carried a bucket of ice by his side, wanting to find an opportunity to dump it down the teacher's shirt or pants. It would be like an initiation ritual or something. ... He was slightly ashamed of himself for plotting something like this though. Since hanging out with Zhori, he was becoming more of a prankster than the terrifying man he once was. It was pathetic. He was sure he would feel better afterwards though. They would probably only be shocked by the sudden cold, but maybe there would be even a sliver of fear mixed in? ... Probably not. He briefly peeked into the classroom. Well, he looked like a grouchzilla. He backed away from door and sank into the shadows with the bucket in hand. It always took a bit of effort to drag objects down with him, but he would just have to deal with it. He slid under the door and crept around the classroom until he was behind the new teacher. In one quick movement, he popped out of the ground and attempted to dump the bucket of ice down his shirt. Hopefully he was quick enough... ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ KISS THE COOK - Mr. Sweet
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:20 pm
.:l Cyrus Hayden l:.
”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire
"ZLKDNFGOR!!!" Cyrus tensed up when an explosion of coldness startled down his back. If he wasn't awake from that late girl's interruption, he was definitely awake now. Still, it wasn't like he was jumping around, screaming out obscenities. He was this close from doing so though. Instead, he was stuck hissing out curses as he reached to lift the back of his shirt to get rid of the ice. Of course, before doing any of that, he made sure to grab a hold of this prankster with his tail, so he wouldn't flee while he was trying to remove the ice.
Once he finished with that, he whipped around and scowled at the blonde man, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Really? You five or somethin'? Do ya know how stupid that was? Oh, wait. Ya don't 'cause it's not like folks like you ever think to ask about whether somethin' might end up killin' a person. Next time, try askin', dumbass, before ya try somethin' like that again." That was his bad. He didn't mean to sound so.... gruff, but his horrible grammar had a tendency to slip out even more when he was peeved.
And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:03 pm
"Life is like a box of chocolates...
Full of maggots and roaches.
Oh, that's just me?" ~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~ Well, there really was a short burst of fear from being startled like that. It was totally worth it then. Woahwait. What was that holding him!? Simon jumped a little when he felt something wrap around him. What the hell was that? A tail!? ... He regretted pulling the prank now. Especially when the new teacher snapped at him like that. He shrank back instantly, too terrified to even wonder how someone with such terrible grammar got to be a teacher. Wait, what was he even saying? He couldn't even focus enough to comprehend it through his rather... uneducated sounding speech. He just sounded really mad. And scary. "I-I..." Damn it. He couldn't run to Zhori for help this time. But, hey, it wasn't a student this time. There wasn't as much of a problem with brute force then, right? So, he took the chance to whack him over the head with the empty bucket to get him to let go, desperately wanting to escape. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ KISS THE COOK - Mr. Sweet
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:16 pm
.:l Cyrus Hayden l:.
”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire
There was a moment of silence as Cyrus's tail merely tightened his hold on this freaking moron. Meanwhile, Cyrus himself was trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down. So far, it was a no go because the next thing he knew was that he was already trying to punch Simon in the face. Oops.
(( Short post since my brain died. 8D ))
And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:33 pm
"Life is like a box of chocolates...
Full of maggots and roaches.
Oh, that's just me?" ~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~ Simon flinched when he felt the tail tighten around him, disappointed that the power of the bucket failed him. Why couldn't it be made of lead? Then again, lead was poisonous. Wait, that would be even better! Too bad it was just a regular bucket then... He watched in silence as the scary man took deep breaths. He would have ran for his life if that stupid gross disturbing freaky tail wasn't holding him still. The next thing he knew, he was seeing stars and his nose ached like... Well, it felt like he was hit by a lead bucket. He covered his face, still in a state of shock and not exactly sure what happened. Was he just... punched? He didn't know and he didn't care. He didn't even realize what he was doing when he leaned forward and used Cyrus's chest as a makeshift pillow to ease the pain. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ KISS THE COOK - Mr. Sweet
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:28 pm
gﾑd  As Gad seemed prone to do, the man, upon spotting a new sign on an old door, decided to take a peek within and maybe greet another new friend to the school. The last strange new staff man had been rather nice, so of course this meeting had to be just as pleasant! He even had a flower to give to the potential friend! But, oh, don't worry – it wasn't a dead flower. That was just sad! Gad had dug out the roots too! But, the dirt was somewhat.. dirty, so he had washed them clean before even bothering to come to the door. It was then that he realized that the flowers, though clean now, were certainly not clean-clean! They had so many germs on them from being outside! And bugs! Oh, it had made him shiver just imagine it! So, he had quickly found some alcohol to douse the flower in – but.. unfortunately, the pretty petals had fallen off shortly after. Still, the flower smelled nice. If one could find the smell of alcohol nice.
In any case, the man had opened the door and – “...A-a-ah.. um, ah –” He felt his throat clench and his fist around the stem of his pretty flower crumple – was.. was that.. “I'm- I'm sorry!” He croaked out, turning around and quickly scurrying away from the two lovers. Ahh! How could he be so horrible as to interrupt a couple in the middle of.. of hugging – intimate hugging!
~Exit Gad!~
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:37 pm
.:l Cyrus Hayden l:.
”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire
Before Cyrus could even snap at this man and shove him off, a visitor dropped by and fled thanks to this misunderstanding position. Grah! It was his second day working, and he was already attacked by the crazies? He expected that at his old job, but at a school? He thought there'd be at least more normal people. Apparently, he jinxed himself when he mentioned that he only wanted to see the norm.
"Tch." He irritably clucked his tongue as he shoved the blondie off. "As touching as it is for ya to use me as a pillow for your face, ya do realize that someone saw that and just ran off right? How about we call it even for now and try to find this fellow to clear things up to him?" Because if they didn't, horrible rumors might spread, and Cyrus might be fired from it. The pay was too good to let that happen.
And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:28 pm
"Life is like a box of chocolates...
Full of maggots and roaches.
Oh, that's just me?" ~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~ Simon weakly moved his head away from the new teacher's chest when he heard someone apologize and run out the door. That was... odd? He was still covering his face with his hands when he was shoved away, worried he was going to get hit again. Oh, he was just talking now. He tried to comprehend his garbled up speech, but his ears were still ringing from that punch to the face. Jeez, it hurt! He didn't want anything to do with this guy anymore, so as soon as he was done speaking, he bolted for the door, still covering his poor bruised nose. THUD.Yep. Ran right into a wall. After recovering, he tried again and successfully ran out the door. [Exits] ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ KISS THE COOK - Mr. Sweet
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