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 Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:27 am
A Student's Secret: A school teacher, other students see him/her as nothing more than somebody to fill their head with useless knowledge and dish out pointless tests. But you, you don't see them that way. For some reason this particular teacher has grabbed your attention and you can't stand it anymore. You have to confess. Through each day your affection for him/her becomes unbearable. You're not obsessed but simply caught up in their beauty. You cannot let anybody else find out...but there's always a fly on the wall.
A Teacher's Secret: He/She is not just a teacher, on the side they are actually a popular model/tv star/etc. They have certain people that make them look presentable so nobody in school would recognize them, but each day is a scary new road. If anyone found out they would have to uproot and leave behind everything they established in this small town. Will the teacher be able to keep his/her secret? I know the story isn't well written but I was trying to get this done before work. The student and the teacher can be any gender, just depends on what you want to roleplay as. Hopefully someone will be interested. Just PM me and let me know. I will add the character skeleton soon!
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:14 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:09 am
 Name: Tara Mae Eberlien Age: 18 Occupation: High School Student Gender: Female Bio: All her life, Tara has felt alone. She comes from a dysfunctional family in where her father is always drunk and abusive, and her mother does nothing but critisize her and make her feel lower than dirt. She was an A+ student before her parents started arguing more and more and taking out what they feel on her. She is slipping in class, even though that is the one joy she has in life at the moment, and she starts developing a crush on one of her teachers when he expresses concern for her. Now her parents are on the verge of a divorce, and she is being blamed...all she wants to do is stay away from home as much as possible, even if it means being tutored after school. Likes: -Singing -Writing -Her guitar -Her English Teacher Dislikes: -Drunks -Pain -Blood -Feeling Alone Other: Even though Tara has always felt alone, she has always had a smile on her face, no matter the circumstance. Her one best friend is the only one who has ever seen through her smile, knowing what she is going through at home.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:44 pm
 Name: Model: Kaito Teacher: Mr. Hannigan Age: 26 Occupation: Model/Tv Star and Teacher Gender: Male Bio: Kaito, since he was young was very into old movies and TV shows. And as he got older realized he had the face to do what he worshiped all those years. Kaito became that model and TV Star. But a few years into the business and he realized teaching was another calling of his. So, against the will of his agent, became a teacher. Now he holds the two lives up, doing a great job right now. Likes: Cooking, Old Movies/Tv Shows, Acting, Skinny Dipping and Moonlit Walks Dislikes: Screw Ball Agents, "Tough" Guys, and Schedule Changes Other: Has a tattoo that goes from his arms and intertwines on his back. Modeling Pic: 
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:08 pm
Kaito's coffee machine beeped and signaled him to pay it attention before it got angry and caught on fire. His machines tended to do that. The man walked out with black messy hair, glasses and brown contacts to hide the purple tint he had. This was his second year teaching and it felt like his first day, but he wasn't nervous in the least. Kaito was never nervous when it came to a new gig. His outfit was picked out already; A black suit coat, a white undershirt and a black tie. Accompanied by the same colored pair of slacks. All his papers were together and placed in a briefcase as he walked from his penthouse to his car. His agent got him a new car to use for work so he wouldn't drive up in a black mustang, done up with his own personal details.
Kaito arrived to school an hour early and set up his classroom, making sure everything was easily accessible to his students. The classroom seemed so sad and longing for attention with just him in it. Soon, though, it would be filled with rowdy teenagers and unwelcoming minds.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:35 pm
"Love is Like the Wind.... τɑɾɑ ϻɑе εьеɾℓɩеȵ
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Tara pulled on her sweater and pulled the sleeves over her wrists. The scars and the bruises covered her form, and lately she had been wearing long sweaters, and her grades had been dropping. Her only happiness lately had been Mr. Hannigan's class. Even in that class, though, her grades were almost in the toilet.
With a sigh, she piled her blonde hair on top of her head in a messy bun and slipped on her mini skirt and some flats. She grabbed her bookbag and left for school. Her parents were screaming and she dodged her father's fist, darting out of the house before he could say anything or come after her.
She put in her earbuds and blasted music, walking to school. After about a half an hour, she walked into Mr. Hannigan's class, the very first student in the classroom. She was a half hour early, just to avoid her parents.
"Morning...Mr. Hannigan.
Normally, She was very happy and bubbly. Lately, she had become quiet and daydreamed by looking out the window a lot. Her stomach growled, seeming to have recognized the fact that she had skipped breakfast that morning.
She blushed, becoming all flustered as she fixed her sleeves, pulling them half-way over her palms. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ You can't see it...but you can Feel it."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:51 pm
Kaito was reading a book when he head his door open, causing a quick glance to the clock and notice of the time. Tara was a half an hour early. Her behavior odd. Then again Tara's mood lately hasn't seem the same, like something happened in her life and she hasn't been able to recover. Kaito peered over his glasses and sat up a bit. "Miss Eberlien, are you okay?" Students would complain that teachers didn't care about their students, but he did. If something was wrong it could cause their grades to snowball, and hers happened to be doing just that. He was doing all he could to save her.
But there was an extra amount of effort that came from her as well, but she wasn't putting any in.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:01 am
"Love is Like the Wind.... τɑɾɑ ϻɑе εьеɾℓɩеȵ
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Tara was completely caught off-guard by Mr. Hannigan's question. She shifted in her seat, and tightened her grip in afists, making sure her wrists and arms were completely covered by the long sweater.
"I...I'm fine...."
Her heart picked up in pace, and she stared down at her desk. Her neck, which she had forgotten to cover up with make-up that morning in the rush to get out of the house was sporting some dark bruises. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ You can't see it...but you can Feel it."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:24 am
Kaito could tell she was lying and wasn't sure if he should pursue it or not. When she looked down he could see some dark marks on her neck and couldn't exactly tell what they were, but he guessed they were bruises. Abusive Boyfriend, maybe. Gossip wasn't one thing he kept his ear in so he didn't know the relationship status of his students. "Miss Eberlien, is there anything you want to talk about? Maybe I could direct you to a counselor." Kaito's voice remained calm, cool and collect as he talked to her. Tara's mental status could be terrible and he didn't want to upset her, so he tried hard to keep his voice as low as possible without sounding threatening.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 7:49 am
"Love is Like the Wind.... τɑɾɑ ϻɑе εьеɾℓɩеȵ
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Tara froze, her face becoming very pale. She knew that if a counselor got involved, they would bring in her parents, and they would deny everything. They would say she did it to herself, or come up with some other colorful excuse....then when she got home, she would become a punching bag.especially for her alcoholic of a father.
"No....please don't get a counselor involved..."
She reached up and took the hair ties out of her hair, and let her blonde locks fall down so that it covered the majority of her neck. She looked up at her teacher, her expression mixed with terror and sadness.
"Talking to a counselor would just make it worse..."
Tara trailed off as another student walked in. She stopped talking and looked at the ground, and traced patterns on the floor with her feet. She didn't know why, but she felt like she could talk to Mr. Hannigan. It was weird....he was only her teacher, even though she felt the safest she ever felt in his classroom....or wherever he was at.
She looked back out the window, wishing she could someday have someone take her away from her family and help ease the painful memories that haunted her every single day. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ You can't see it...but you can Feel it."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 10:01 am
Kaito looked at her and felt sad that this student couldn't even reach out for help. "Well, I'm here to talk if you ever need me. Off the record." He didn't want Tara to feel cornered and unable to tell anyone her problems, so he would listen free of bringing in parents or any other staff member. Another student walked in and he immediately conversed with them, making sure the last test he gave wasn't too hard for that person. Finally that certain time arrived and people start showing up, more and more students chatting about recent activities.
Once the bell rang he quieted them down pretty quickly and went on to discuss today's lesson.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 3:30 pm
"Love is Like the Wind.... τɑɾɑ ϻɑе εьеɾℓɩеȵ
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Tara wanted to say something, but she just bit her lip and didn't respond. She was scared to tell anybody. She wanted to talk, but not yet....she didn't even know how to talk about what was going on. She looked up and smiled at her teacher, as if in reassurance that she would be fine. She would get past this....she always did anyways.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, and she slowly walked home. Her best friend hadn't been at school today, because she was sick, and she barely talked to any of her other friends anymore. Tara used to be one of the brightest students in school, but that was before everything bad that could happen was happening...in her family. Her father was more violent than he had been in the past, and her mother's words cut her deeper than she had ever been cut.
Tara walked in the house, and ducked just in time to miss a flying potted plant. Her mother was throwing things at her father again....and she was screaming. Quickly, she ran up the stairs, and went into her room, shutting the door behind her. It wasn't long before she heard a pounding on her door, and heard her father's drunken slurs. She slowly went to open the door, and flinched even at the sight of her father, waiting for the beating to start. Not long after he got in an argument with her mother, he was upstairs, taking it out on her....and her mother never did anything to stop him. She told Tara she deserved it for being his daughter.
This time, the beatings were worse. It was because her mother just served him divorce papers...and she wanted sole custody. By the end of the night, she had a broken arm and a split lip, and she took off running with her grey kitten, Coco. Tears were streaming down her face, and her arm was throbbing. She had enough of the beatings, enough of the pain and keeping it all to herself. She fell back against a tree in the park, terrified to go anywhere, and didn't notice that Coco had wandered off. Coco was a smart cat, and even though she was barely 4 months old, she knew her mistress was in trouble....so, she went in search of the first human she could find. The high schooler finally broke down, missing her old life, and who she used to be. She wished she had taken Mr. Hannigan up on his offer to talk, because right now, she would do just about anything to get away from the monsters in her home.
Blood trickled down her chin, and she shakily raised her good hand to try to wipe some of the blood away and closed her eyes, terrified that her father would find her and let her have it again.
"If only I had a way to talk to him....then at least someone would know, and I wouldn't be alone in keeping this entirely to myself." ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ You can't see it...but you can Feel it." ((OOC: I purposely sent the kitten in search of someone, so, if Kaito finds Coco, you may control her if needed. being an animal, she's kind of an NPC anyways. lol.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:11 pm
Kaito was caught up late at the school grading papers and tests. Finally, as the sun was bordering the horizon, he finished and left the school grounds. Kaito started up his car and hit the road, wanting to get home to catch the game show he liked to watch at night. He was halfway home when a cat walked into the middle of the road and stopped, causing Kaito to swerve and slam on his brakes. The small cat was waiting at his driver door when he opened it. "My my little kitty, it's a good thing I love animals." The small grey cat rubbed up against his leg then backed up quickly, and when he didn't follow it did the same thing. Kaito's curiosity got the best of him and he decided to follow the cat. It wasn't very old but this feline was very smart.
It held the same tactic of stopping and turning to make sure he was still following. The local park was where this curious feline brought him, disappearing under the shadows of a large tree. Kaito could see a shaking figure underneath, slowly coming out as Tara. The man quickly rushed over and noticed she was all beat up, was this due to thugs? "Tara, it's Mr. Hannigan. Can you hear me? Can you still see me?" Kaito wanted to determine how bad she was.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:38 pm
"Love is Like the Wind.... τɑɾɑ ϻɑе εьеɾℓɩеȵ
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Tara's eyes went wide, it was as if her silent wish was heard, and it was coming true before her very eyes.
"Mr....Hannigan...?"
Blood trickled from her lips, and Coco brushed up against her, mewing softly. She smiled weakly at her kitten, silently thanking her. The young high-school student cradled her busted up arm, and went quiet.
"I can....but it's also dark, so if I couldn't, I guess you'd understand...."
Her attempt at a lame joke disappointed her, and she sighed. Afraid to go home, and afraid to really tell him what was going on was bubbling to the surface. Instead of responding, she let her emotions break free and she started crying.
"Please....don't make me go home....or tell my parents I'm out here....it's because....because of them I'm here in the first place..."
She was terrified, and could see black spotting her vision. She was faint, and close to passing out.
"I can't go back.....the monsters in my home may try to kill me...."
With that, she fainted, her body going limp against the tree. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ You can't see it...but you can Feel it."
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 1:50 pm
Kaito listened to her cries for help and knew he couldn't just leave her there. But this was taking a big risk, one his agent would not be happy about. Kaito shrugged that off until later and picked up the limp girl in his arms, looking down at the small cat as he did so. "Come on, you too." He placed the small cat in his arms and walked back to his car. Kaito laid the seat back and put her body gently inside--closed the door-- and made his way back to the driver's side. The car ride home was less eventful, worrying more about getting her care than anything. Once home the night went by pretty fast as he had a doctor come in and patch everything up. He gave her something to drink and left food in the oven for when she awoke. The man's disgruntled appearance shed away and he was once again the male model.
All morning was spent shouting to his agent on the phone about the importance of taking this girl home. He didn't care what risk he took, she needed help. Finally the phone conversation ended and, once checking on her again, the tall man passed out on the couch with the TV on. He left a note on the door that said where everything was in the house.
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