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Post by Kohaku R. LeBara on Feb 23, 2010 16:53:52 GMT -5
Early morning, the sun barely full into the sky and yet the young teacher was up. He was known for being an easily riser, always had been since he was a child. Already this young man was you about his business as well. Well, it wasn't fully his business, but he left it as such, more a habit. This habit was to go to the garden, yes ever a school this dense into the small state had a greenhouse; a rather well treated one at that. Due to the temperature kept within, many flowers and even food is grown in this place. It really was a lovely place, it was always quiet and not many people came in here. The few that did were usually students, who were sent here as a punishment. Kohaku knew of this fact well since he was one of the most common teachers to do this act. Worst yet, sometimes it was out of mere amusment for himself. It was a known fact by teachers and students that LeBara was quite a bully type. He loved to each week pick a student to pick at, it was how he found fun. He usually dropped them after a week though, after that they grew rathering boring. It didn't take teh man long to draw out someone's anger and read their moves. People were too predicable, it bored me everyday. Some though he kept for a few more weeks, but it's rare he ever kept one for more then a month, much less a year.
Walking through the asiles of plants, he stopped everynow and then to look one over, or pull a few weeds and such. The man loved these early hours, this warm silence that filled the air. Kohaku wasn't much of a talker, so he enjoyed this more then one would think.Another rare thing for Kohaku, to talk often. He liked to keep to himself as much as possible and mostly the only times he would talk is class, or when picking on a student. Teachers didn't know much about him since he rarely talked with other teachers. The man was rather young, only twenty-three. And since many of their students even reached to the age of twenty, Kohaku didn't expect to get much respect in a place like this. He was very close in age to the students and though many think this made him more friednly, it really didn't. The man seperated himself from the staff, and was rather cold towards students. Well most, there are certain kids he had been known to show a gentle side to.
A mere sigh fell from the male's lips as his fingers drifted over a small flower, barely out of it's bud. Even in the rather harsh light that hung from above, he could see the soft shade of blue. It was man-made of course, the seed had been dyed. Still though, he loved it so much. That damn flower, as fake as it was held many memories for him. A smile dared to grow on his face but he quickly looked away from the flower. He hated them as much as he loved them. They brought back memories, ones that he tried hard to lock away. After a moment the man swiftly moved away and towards another section, going back to tending slightly to each plant, checking up on others. He still had some time before school started, he planned to take his sweet time.
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Post by maddiefingmatthews on Mar 2, 2010 21:20:12 GMT -5
The young girl sat up in bed, her hair a mess and her eyes clouded by dark shadows. She hadn't slept that night. She looked toward the window, seeing the sun was just barely rising. She then yawned, groaning. She did sleep a bit, but quickly shook herself awake. She didn't want to be vulnerable.
She hopped out of the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. She then felt around for her boots. She was going to explore. Wearing her 'SEN!OR GIRL 2010' sweatpants and a 'MASH' tennis hoodie, as wondered out of her bunk. She narrowed her eyes, trying to see threw the dim light.
In other dorms, she could hear light breathing and snoring. Ha. Funny. She looked out the window, pressing her tall, slim frame on the window. She spotted the green house. Now how could you have one of those in Alaska? Hmmm, it must be warm in there.
She softly padded down all the stairs, finding her way toward the door that led to the green house. She then opened it. She immediately rush over to some flowers, taking in the sweet smell of them, before letting a high pitched sneeze escape her nostrils.
"Please me," She muttered to herself, rubbing her nose. She then froze, feeling like she wasn't alone. It wasn't a spirit, or anything of that matter. A actual human being. Who else would be up this early? Other then...a teacher. She turned slowly, searching for a person. Her eyes fell on Mr. LeBara. She grimaced. Crap. |
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Post by Kohaku R. LeBara on Mar 3, 2010 14:32:51 GMT -5
It wasn’t even long after Kohaku entered that he heard someone else come into the glass building. The noise amused him for a moment, curious as to who would be up at this hour. The man didn’t look though, the greenhouse was not very large, it was only a matter of time before they stumbled over to him. Instead the man let his attention be brought back the flowers. His slender fingers gently ran over the petals, enjoying the silky feeling beneath his skin. It was still rather dark out, even the dim lights of the greenhouse gave him some trouble with seeing. The man’s glasses were absent from his face, resting on his jeans pocket. Knowing that a student (assuming) was there, he pulled the item out and set them on once more, not wishing to be seen without them. Kohaku was one of the youngest staff clearly, and oddly when he lacked the small item, his face made him look younger. The man’s mature nature hated this fact so he tried everything he could to come off as older. It was just the way he was.
The man couldn’t say he really dressed like a teacher though. Unlike many here he liked the cold and didn’t mind to show skin to the harsh winds. Today he had been lazy, simply grabbing some clothes to throw over. What he had grabbed had been a loose dark gray tee and a thin black vest. His jeans were simply black jeans, worn from age and only a bit tight. Even the dim light caught his chain, his two dog-chains making a sound clink as they knocked. The chain was the only jewelry he wore on his limbs, the rest were running up his ear and tongue. The man didn’t care much for how others looked at his appearance. He could come off as a young punk, he didn’t give a shit; never had before, why start now?
The footsteps drew closer and he finally looked up. His hair barely fell in his face as he did but out of habit he brushed it back, eyes quickly running up the girl, sizing her up. Kohaku was no fool, he always read up on all of his students. He liked to know every fact about them as he could. This girl had to be new, he had seen her picture in one of the newer files but hadn’t read it yet. Her name was something with a M… The man stood up straight and gave the child a soft nod, not really want to speak but it was clear she was nervous. Sighing silently he felt words might calm the child. ”Early raiser?”. The question was small and simple, trying to make the air a bit friendlier. He was in no mood for trouble, but he didn’t sense this girl to have hostility to her, not like most of the students here.
His clothes~ (without sunglasses) |
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Post by maddiefingmatthews on Mar 3, 2010 20:41:59 GMT -5
She looked over the teacher quickly, stuffing her slim, long hands into her sweatshirt pocket. She then chewed on her lip. He didn't really look like a teacher, but then again, it was quite early and he probably just threw clothes on. She blinked, her pale face returning in color as he spoke.
She was never the one to really make the first sentence with authority, they made her nervous. She also didn't like them too much. After being wrestled down by cops, you wouldn't either. She let a small smile slide onto her face. "You could say that.." She noted. "Trying to get some alone time before all the others wake up?" She joked.
She heard about this teacher, picked on the students. I suppose it was a bit too early to carry that on. Maddie never did sleep, didn't want to die. She yawned, rubbing her eyes. "So your a teacher?" She asked, mostly asking questions to make herself feel better. She still smelt of newbie and fresh meat. |
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Post by Kohaku R. LeBara on Mar 5, 2010 20:13:34 GMT -5
The girl spoke in a strange fashion, at least it was strange to him. It was gentle and he could feel a bit of a soft edge to them. This girl was rather strange and he could tell she wasn't like most of the students he ran into. She was a young girl, but she didn't have that repulsive punk sense to her. In fact, she gave off a very childish feel. Kohaku knew better then to back down though. In a place like this, one never knew.
The girl's question amused the man and he merely gavfe a nod with his head. Kohaku wasn't shamed to admit that he one of the youngest staff. He was close in age to most of the students and though many founds this strange, he rather loved it. It amused him to be mistake for a student. It gave him a advantage during first meetings, being able to see a person's true character before they realized he was an authority figure.
"Yes..I am" The man rests his hip against the thick table, his eyes never moving from the girl's. ”You are a student...new". He spoke in a statement, after all most lasting students he knew well. It was true, tah man was quite the bully to students but he couldn't help it. It helped him pass the time here. Of course that didn't mean he bullied everyone. This girl, with her quiet tone and cute actions, he couldn't find himself wishing to tease her. At least, not yet. Time could change that easily. |
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Post by maddiefingmatthews on Mar 6, 2010 20:00:15 GMT -5
The brunette pushed a chunk of hair behind her ear, looking up at the tall teacher with her big, doe like eyes. It was true, she looked so innocent, so kind, so gentle, like she couldn't hurt a fly. Well, usually that was the case, unless she got a bit...too angry or a bit too obsessed.
Well, then she would go on a rampage. The kind of rampage that happened in her room, the kind of rampage that happened in her parent's room. The rampage that happened in her whole home. She looked down at the thought of this, everyone had her so wrong.
She raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I am new," She said, smiling weakly. "It's that obvious, isn't it?" She asked with a quiet tone. She never was a fan of being new, everyone knew you before you knew them. It was like moving into a new school. Everyone knew who the new kid was. Rumors start to grow, etc. The one that was passed around the most was the fact that she was a 'Female Freddy'. In a way, it was true. As much as she hated to admit that. |
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Post by Kohaku R. LeBara on Mar 9, 2010 15:20:17 GMT -5
This girl was strange, yet amusing. He knew all too well never to trust a child; He felt a soft feeling towards this child. Not trust, or care, no it was something else. What he felt, was that of a sort of sadness. He hated to see such young children here to be punished. He would never say as such. He knew that she was here for a reason, most likely an earned reason. This didn't mean the man would be kind to the female, oh no. He rarely showed a weak side to any, always being rash and brutal to all. Equal treatment was best right?
Obvious only in the way that you speak with me. The man's dark eyes watched the girl a moment before drifting around the room once more, looking over the various plants. He gave no other words but that simple sentence and instead turns to face the table once more. Not minding the child was there, he reached into the thick plant and gently pulled out some small weeds that had been sprouting up. Gripping the dark bits in his pale fingers, his eyes gently closed, speaking in a relaxed manner
Tell me child, do you have interest in Botony? Or merely found this place amusing? Opening his eyes, he let the weed fall into a small pail below the table. It was so strange. This child, she was not fully clothed well for the cold weather. It was not well to see such a child without good clothing, and bound to get a cold. He made no comment. After all, he was not a parental unit for this girl. He wasn't really meant to care now was he? |
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