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Post by Phantom on Jul 6, 2010 14:55:05 GMT -6
/Teachers lounge should be to the... right!/ Aeron thought, turning very quickly. In fact quick enough to not see how close the door of the teachers lounge was. He nearly hit his face on it, /That wouldn't have been a very good first impression.../ His thoughts jumped in to insult him further.
As he opened the door he learned that he was the first one there, well that was likely because he was always one to be early. A mixture of smells filled the air, some of them pleasant and some of them... Well rather not. The scents clashed and became rather annoying to think about, so he attempted to zone them out as he waited for the other teachers.
A few moments and he sat in a seat, it was rather rough. Worn, to be exact. It was obvious that the teachers visited this place often, which differed from his last teaching job. He used to rarely visit the teachers lounge on account that many of the teachers were rather unpleasant, at least to him.
Especially the cultural studies teacher. He took a gulp, remembering. /Enough of the past. Stay in the present./ Trying to keep his cool he thought with slight relief that he was back in the halls of Rose Wood High, his first American school. He started to tap his foot in thought, causing sound to filter through the room.
Maybe he was too early, the Welsh was growing slightly nervous. /I hope that these teachers are cool, and not... Horrible./ He realized with a chuckle that he sounded like a student. Why should he fear the other teachers? He was one of them! He should feel no fear. All he could do now is swallow and wait.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 6, 2010 15:17:39 GMT -6
Stephanie was getting ready for this day; the day she'd meet everybody and show them what she was capable of. The day that every teacher in school would know, and remember, her name. She was dressed in what she normally dressed in for work, her idea of a professional; a green blouse and short, black, pencil skirt. Her matching green heels made sounds as she walked down the hall and thrusted open the door to the teacher's lounge. It was empty, and smelled funny, except for one guy sitting at the table.
Stephanie strutted up to the table and sat down across from him, taking her time as she sat down to adjust her top, it was riding up a bit. She finally sat down and flashed a smile across at the guy, who was extremely good looking. She held out her hand to shake. "Hi, there! I'm Stephanie Noel, a new student teacher here at Rosewood. What's your name?" She asked, being very friendly in hopes to win his friendship.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 6, 2010 15:24:58 GMT -6
She almost didn't want to bother going to the teacher's lounge. She had plenty of work to do, making lesson plans and all, even if they were for classes in a month's time. You can never be too prepared. Nicole stubbornly remained in her class for a few more minutes, writing in her thick, ringed notebook quickly before reluctantly closing it. Maybe she should get out of her classroom, even for just a bit. It would probably do her good. Besides, she could do more work there. It wasn't like she could only work in her classroom.
Nicole left her class, walking briskly down the stairs. She had to stop a few times, mostly to speak to students who had skipped her class or were misbehaving so blatantly in front of her, but she did eventually get to the teacher's lounge. Pushing it open, she took a moment to look over who was there. Hmm. Both had to have been new. She had been working there for a year or so already.
She crossed the room without a second look to them. Neither of them amazed her with how they looked, but that was probably she didn't notice anyone's looks really. The woman sitting there...highly inappropriate for school. Nicole was tempted to tell her to get out of the teacher's lounge because it was for students, not flashy students, but she decided against it and sat away from the two. The rather anti-social science teacher opened up her notebook again, pulling her pen out from behind her ear and went about continuing her lesson plans.
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Post by Phantom on Jul 8, 2010 12:54:24 GMT -6
Aeron smiled at Stephanie. "I'm Aeron Zadok, it's nice to meet you. I'm the new Social Studies teacher." He said, extending his hand. She seemed pretty friendly, that was a good thing right? Although, he did note that she looked rather unprofessional. /About the same as me I suppose./
He just then noticed that another teacher walked into the room, and was a little put off that she ignored both of them. Although it was rather childish, he couldn't help but ask: "Why so quiet, Wyatt?" In his mind he was waiting to be slapped for his idiocy or take some verbal abuse, normally the serious-looking teachers didn't stand for his shenanigans.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 8, 2010 13:53:22 GMT -6
Stephanie raised an eyebrow and held a small smile. Had he really just said that? He was like a teenager. She suppressed a giggle and looked over at the other teacher curiously. "Hi!" She said, enthusiastically. "I'm Stephanie Noel, are you new here too?" She asked, looking the woman's outfit over.
She noticed that the teacher was pretty, undoubtedly a bit older than her, and clueless when it came to style. The way Stephanie saw it, if she had those legs she wpuld definitely be wearing a shorter skirt. But, whatever floated her boat. Who was she to judge?
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 9, 2010 0:09:55 GMT -6
Nicole looked up after a few moments of silence, having realized that the other two teachers in the room had addressed her. "I prefer being called Nicole over Wyatt," she raised an eyebrow at Aeron, then looked at Stephanie critically. Everything about what she was seeing was wrong for a teacher. Why...no, just no. She wasn't going to blow a blood vessel in her brain trying to process why a teacher would wear such a thing. "No, I've taught here for a while now."
Nicole looked away when two other teachers walked in. One of them wasn't new, but she realized that the other one is. With a bit of a roll of her eyes, Nicole went right back to her lesson plans.
The shortest one smiled brightly at the sight of two unfamiliar faces, her dimples showing through. "Oh! You two must be new. Me name's Cheryl," Cheryl happily introduced herself, thinking nothing of her Geordie accent. "Cheryl Riley. I'm the French teacher."
"It's nice to see I'm not the only new face," The taller, more tanned woman laughed her raspy laugh. She seemed to have a bit of an accent too, but it wasn't entirely that obvious. "I'm Jackie Grayson, the new Art teacher." She looked between Aeron and Stephanie with a half-grin. |
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Post by Phantom on Jul 11, 2010 12:53:36 GMT -6
"Oh come on, you know you want to be called Wyatt." Aeron said jokingly, a smile was on his face for a second or two. However he cut it off since it looked rather unproffestional. But then, the thought came to him; /Since when have I been professional?/ Which made him come very close to busting out laughing. It wasn't his fault he was so care-free and this other teacher was a grouch.
Aeron smiled at Cheryl and Jackie as they both walked in, at least they seemed like they weren't going to bite his head off for smiling. "It's nice to meet you both, I'm Aeron Zadok, the new Social Studies teacher." As he said that he looked around and noticed that he was the only male there. /Aren't there any other male teachers?/ Of course he had no problem with it, but he'd think a school like this would have more of a diversity. But this couldn't possibly be all the teachers, so maybe he was just the only male who had bothered to show up.
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