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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:41 pm
A housing for the teachers Though most of them are dorm deans, still they will have to stay in here as their home ^^
Visiting hours for your teachers depends on their availability.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 6:38 am
COLLEEN XING You'll never be brave if you don't get hurt..
You'll never learn if you don't make mistakes..
You'll never be successful if you don't encounter failure..  ✿✿Meanwhile...."I.. I.. I need to go..." Colleen, weakly came out of her room, with her face flushed and breathing heavily.. She didn't do much yesterday, walking to and fro, making overcooked veggie soup, what else?.. Couldn't figure out why it turned out like this...
Colleen tried to stood up straight and yet she feel so dizzy..She's been looking forward to teach but it turned out that the young lady fell ill.. Leaning against the wall, Colleen requested Michael to set her class but didn't even told him about her condition. And now, she's struggling to get herself into her feet, walking slowly while supporting herself towards the front door.. She really need to get there and meet them...
Her students will be upset if she didn't show up..✿✿
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 6:54 pm
Angela Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die
the right road to Faerie is the blink of an eye...
Angela headed straight to the teachers' apartment after leaving mythology. She actually wasn't sure where Anders' room was but fortunately it was listed on the dorm registry and there didn't seem to be anyone in the main room so the headed from the foyer to his room, checking the room numbers as she went.
"Here it is..."
It occurred to her that it might look at little strange, a female student going into a male teacher's apartment. But he had suggested it and she really didn't care what anyone thought. She just wanted her club and lessons. She'd even brought along her sketch book of life drawings and portraits in case he needed convincing.
Angela knocked twice, then leaned against the far wall, waiting for him to open the door....where charming old stories, in blood are expressed
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 11:23 pm
 Anders Couswell Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters Someone was knocking on his door. Anders sat up from his bed and stared dazidly across from him. Was it all a dream? He heard the knock again. Nope, he's awake. Not all the way, but close enough. He stood up, a little shakily, and made his way towards where he thought the door was. Bam! He walked straight into the wall and stumbled back, wincing. Everything was blurry. Where were his glasses? Where the hell was he? He didn't have time to find them since somebody was outside his apartment. He reached forward, feeling around until he touched the front doorknob.
Anders swung it open and squinted at the blur in front of him. It was... small. Really small. "Can I help you?" He grumbled, his words slurring together. The blur had a lot of white on top, where the hair's supposed to be. That massage girl had white hair too.... A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 12:16 am
Angela Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die
the right road to Faerie is the blink of an eye...
Angela was just getting ready to knock again when the door swung open. Anders was standing there looking like hell warmed over, squinting down at her. "Ah...yeah. You asked me to top by to discuss an art club and the possibility of private lessons?" Angela said. She slipped past him and into his apartment looking around curiously. She was sort of disappointed; she had half expected it to look like Da vinci's studio or something and instead it really just looked like a normal apartment.
"You look terrible, by the way," she informed him, studying him for a minute. He really did. She wondered if she'd woken him up from a nap or if he was starting to get sick. Maybe she should offer to go make some tea or something. She wasn't even sure if his apartment had a kitchenette or anything though. "Are you feeling alright? Shall I get you...something? Or...something?"
Augh! Why did she even care about this guy? Other than the fact that he was the bloody art teacher. Dammit. Must...be...nice....where charming old stories, in blood are expressed
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 9:51 am
Anders Couswell Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters Anders nodded and stood aside, closing the door after Angela entered. Art club? Private lessons? When did she... oh. She must have asked when she gave him that back massage. So that's what that mumbled question was. He'd been conned. He stepped forward into the room only to bang his toes against a chair. Crap. He can't do anything if he can't even walk around his own apartment. He heard Angela's comment and stopped to feel his forehead. Temperature felt normal. His pulse was going at a steady rate. The hell she must be talking about is his face and bed head. That's what happens when you wake up and run into walls. "I'm fine. I woke up a few minutes ago, but..."
He glared around the room until he spotted the white blur. Anders reached forward, his hands grasping for what felt like her hand. Not his intended target, which was her shoulder, but it'll do. And since she so kindly offered to get him something.... "Just lead me to the bedroom and we'll discuss things afterwards," he mumbled. That was the last place he left his glasses anyways. Once he got those, he'd talk with Angela about her art club/private lessons/massage or whatever it was. Then he'd get coffee. He had a bag of coffee beans here hidden away, his personal stash. He really needed it, otherwise he'd be a walking zombie for the rest of the day. A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 10:26 am
Angela Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die
the right road to Faerie is the blink of an eye...
Angela was amused. She didn't think he was actually pulling a move on her but it certainly sounded like it. It also looked like he was blind without his glasses--now that was going to be entertaining. "Oh my," she joked, pulling her hand away from him and taking his arm instead, so she could lead him better. "Already an invitation to the bedroom and we've just met. How aggressive. Though the fact that I'm the one leading you into it--does this mean you prefer a matriarchy then? Table on your left just there."
She steered him around the table and other obstacles toward what she assumed was the bedroom.
"So," she said, teasingly, as they reached the door. She looked up at him, smirking slightly. He really was sort of an amusing man. Sort of crotchety and snide but also quite funny (probably unintentionally but still). "Shall I drag you over and throw you down on the bed or was there a particular reason we were going to talk in the bedroom instead of living area?"...where charming old stories, in blood are expressed
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 11:11 pm
Anders Couswell Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters Anders frowned slightly, puzzled. An invitation? The hell was she talking about? Was it the way he worded his question? He must not be awake all the way if he's spouting off nonsense. He allowed Angela to steer him around the room. At least he didn't run into any miscellaneous objects on the way. He stood next to the white haired girl and squinted in the room. She mentioned something about dragging him and throwing him on the bed. A dominatrix? Huh. He walked in the general direction his nightstand was, feeling alongside the edges and pulling down his glasses. He put them back on and blinked several times. Everything became crystal clear to him. He ruffled his hair and glanced at Angela. She didn't seem the type to be carrying around a whip, considering her height. Her temper, sure, but her height changed all of that.
Her quesions intrigued him though. Was she...? No, there's no way.... He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry, Miss Tremaine, but I enjoy my women a little more aggressive and with a little bit more... 'assets'." He smirked and brushed past her, making his way towards the mini kitchen. Time for some coffee. "Come back in a few more years and I may consider having you throw me on the bed." He opened a cupboard and reached for one of his mugs. He paused and pulled down another one for Angela. Might as well be polite since she gave him a massage and guided him through his own apartment. Then again, she might want tea or hot chocolate instead. After another quick search, he found his coffee stash. "Do you take yours black? Or do you add anything else in it?" He asked, grinding the beans. A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 1:07 am
Angela Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die
the right road to Faerie is the blink of an eye..."Aggressive?" Angela asked, eyebrow twitching. Right. This is why she hated him. She was relieved he reminded her because she had almost decided he was sort of amusing and actually not all that bad. It was nice of him to gently remind her that he was a smug b*****d.
Following him, she lounged in the door, crossing her arms. "Hm. How's this for aggressive? That's the second crack you've made about my 'assets'--do it again and, teacher or not, I will 'crack' your spine in half and use it as a Christmas decoration. So let's steer clear of that subject, yeah? Besides, don't flatter yourself. I was merely responding to your awkward pseudo innuendo with an attempt at humor. You're not my type; I don't like blondes. Or men who require echolocation to get around without their glasses. In fact, I'm not really fond of glasses either. So, really, the only attractive thing about you, is your career choice.""
b*****d.
She stood there for a long moment, chewing the inside of her jaw as she tried to convince herself not to tell him to kindly take that mug of hot coffee and shove it up his arse with two creams and a sugar (the mental image, of which, was kind of disturbing anyway). She finally said, "If you want to sponsor the art club then all you need to do is sign this form." She rummaged in her bag and took it out, stepping forward to set it on the counter.
"There's no need to come to meeting unless you just want to."...where charming old stories, in blood are expressed
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 9:56 pm
Anders Couswell Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters Anders had the coffee brewing while he listened to Angela talk. It wasn't a talk, more like a rant in his opinion. She must not like having people mentioning about the size of her chest. Speaking of which, he couldn't help but stare at it while she spoke. It did look a little familiar. He already made a joke about it? It came back to him in a flash. He began to laugh, holding onto the counter in order to not fall over. "Ah, so you're the girl who was standing outside soaking wet. I remember you now. Well, it seems like you fixed that problem, so we don't have to talk about it any further. Just make sure you don't walk around with a wet white shirt." The coffee maker sputtered to a stop; he poured coffee into both mugs, leaving his alone while he searched through the cupboards for sugar and some sort of creamer. Since she mentioned about his looks and attraction, he decided to tease her for a little bit.
"You think I'm attractive, hm?" He asked jokingly, sipping from his mug while looking over the form. A simple sheet with the usual mumbo jumbo about allowing him to be the sponsor for such and such a club. He scanned over the words, then glanced back up at Angela. Since she so kindly told him not to come, he'll do what he does best. "Actually, I think it'll be a good idea to attend the club to see how the members are doing. Give them a little guidance if I have to," he gloated, placing the mug back down on the counter. He noticed she brought a sketchbook with her as well. "If you want me to give you private lessons and support the Art Club, why don't you let me see how you're skills in drawing are." Anders motioned towards the sketchpad she held. He was curious about it after all. A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 10:33 pm
Angela Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die
the right road to Faerie is the blink of an eye...
"Clean the wax out of your ears," Angela said, smiling slightly. "I said you aren't attractive except the fact that you're an artist. Because you're blonde, blind and you have a shitty personality." She raised an eyebrow, watching him...look at her. "You know for a man who likes large busts, you're sure spending an awful lot of time staring at mine. You sure that isn't just a cover you use to hide the fact you're a pervert?"
She still wasn't sure she wanted him to teach her at this point. She was half convinced he lacked the skill and demeanor to teach anyone anything and she was hardly some beginner that was going to pander to his ego. She was advanced to the point she needed a mentor to fine tune her technique and she didn't want some flippant, smug teacher who, for all she knew, didn't have the skills to back up his attitude problem.
She'd asked him to sponsor the art club because there was really no one else. But her art was something she was serious about and she wanted a mentor she could respect. She stood there chewing her lip for a long moment before she finally pulled the sketch book out and handed it over.
She supposed she could make a decision on whether to go through with the lessons based on his reaction. "They're just my sketches," she mumbled after a moment's hesitation. "I have paintings but I didn't bring them."...where charming old stories, in blood are expressed
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress. ((I just pulled a bunch of links to give you an idea what her skill level is. Most of the drawings are sketchy--some more so than others--and there are lots of self portraits. (she draws herself nude too. She has no shame or modesty) 1 2 3 4 5 6))
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 4:51 pm
Verne Montgomery
Verne sighed. She had just woken up after having slept an outrageous number of hours in an attempt to help her bruises heal. Stupid students, out to get her. The almost made her not even want to go back to the library.
Almost.
She quickly dressed. She was fortunate to have gotten out of falling off of a ladder twice with only a fairly decent amount of bruising. No broken bones, no... ruptured organs. And now she was going back? Apparently.
She left her room, her cat trailing close behind... But just far enough behind to give off an air of indifference.
[exit to library]
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