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Post by jessfour on Nov 23, 2010 19:22:34 GMT -5
 Another week had finally come to a close and after five days filled with tests, projects and late-night marking, Dexter Bukolov was ready for a drink (or two). He was waiting at the bar, fingers tapping the wooden surface as he waited for the bartender to finish mixing his Blood Hound. He wasn't really the type that liked fancy drinks with complicated names, but he figured he might as well take a chance. Besides, who could go wrong with gin?
Lifting a hand to his head, he went to push his dark brown hair back from his eyes, only to remember he'd gotten it cut a few days earlier; he'd wanted to look like he was a teacher, not some overgrown student. In all honesty, it kind of felt like he was bald, but he tried not to focus too much on that thought--it wasn't as short as he thought it was.
The bartender called his name and passed the glass along the counter. Dexter watched as it slid across the smooth surface, catching it easily in his left hand. With a sip, he turned and leaned against the edge of the bar, scoping out a decent place to sit. Near the back of the lounge, he spotted a table with a few chairs clustered around it. Pushing off the ledge, he navigated over to the free seat and pulled one of the chairs out before putting his drink down and pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket.
Lighting the much needed cig, he settled down into the comfortable leather chair. His friends constantly reminded him of the affects the smoke could have, but he didn't care. He was in good enough shape, and he only indulged in the 'disgusting' habit when he needed to relax.
tags marcus, chase.
notes i hate my posts.
word count generating...
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Post by bobrocks14 on Nov 23, 2010 20:48:40 GMT -5
A bar. Not really the place one usually saw Mr. Marcus Willows hanging around. But he'd overheard some teachers chatting about how they hung out there after classes, so he figured he should try to become friends with at least one of them. Although he was generally a talkative soul, he was usually only popular among students. He'd never really been one to converse with those of hos own age and profession. He was odd, indeed.
With a sigh he opened the doors to the bar, noting the glances he received from the usual members of the joint. Not that he cared; but a nervous hand ran through his infamous disheveled mop of hair. He was dressed in his usual, a brown trenchcoat covering the brown suit beneath, completed with dress shoes. Maybe it wasn't be best choice of clothing, but Marcus always felt better and more like himself when wearing one.
When he reached the bar another sigh escaped his lips, eying the bartender as he worked. Marcus didn't drink...What did bars have other than alcohol? The bartender seemed to understand his dilemma and laughed, turning to grab a glass off a shelf. Soon there was a glass of iced tea sitting before him, and Marcus' eyebrow cocked in confusion. Bars served tea? But he said nothing of it; instead he took the drink and removed himself from the wooden bar, only to turn and look around for someone familiar.
After a moment of looking his eyes lit up as he spotted a large figure near the back of the dimly lit store. Dexter, one of the teachers he'd met a few times, yet never truly talked to. What did he teach? Marcus couldn't even remember! What a shame! He scolded himself mentally as he made his way toward the man. A smile was found on his lips, eyes bright as he sat down across from the teacher. He took a long swig of tea, liking its odd flavor. (Little does he know that's a Long Island Sweet Tea xD) "Ahh, hello!" A cheery voice popped from Marcus' mouth. "Been a while since we last talked. Dexter, was it? I'm Marcus, swordsmanship teacher." he grinned, placing a hand toward the other man to shake his hand. |
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Post by jessfour on Nov 23, 2010 23:32:00 GMT -5
Dexter exhaled the smoke from his nose, watching as it floated to the ceiling. Putting out the cigarette butt in the dish that was on the arm of his chair, he watched as a particularly tall, gangly looking man sat down in front of him. Been a while since we last talked. Dexter, was it? I'm Marcus, swordsmanship teacher. Right, that's where he'd seen him before.
With a smile and a curt nod, Dexter stuck out his own hand, shaking Marcus' firmly. "I don't normally see you around here, but it's nice that you could join me. I'm the Calculus teacher, also Dexter." He smiled, pulling another cigarette from his pocket and lighting it behind his cupped hand. "Do you mind?" He asked, taking another puff. It wasn't necessarily a question, but he wanted to be polite.
A waitress approached from behind and replaced his glass with a fresh one. Winking, he held out his hand, presenting a small white lily. "Thanks, Emily," He grinned, watching her walk away before he turned his attention back to the man across the table from him. "So," He cleared his throat, taking a sip of his drink before continuing, "What's it like to be the swordsmanship teacher? I've always wanted to give it a go, but I've never had the time to get out there."
tags marcus, chase.
notes lalala, dex is a fool for the ladies.
word count generating...
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Post by chase on Nov 25, 2010 0:05:04 GMT -5
 raise your glass, if you're wrong in the right ways---------- Though he had to admit that it wasn’t entirely exhausting, first week of teaching again overwhelmed him, taking him off the secure ground he’d stood for so long. Of course, it wasn’t entirely difficult, seeing as only a few students took his class, but it was trippy all the same – there was the whole pressure on being a mentor, being a guide, being a safety cushion and being hard at the same time. The last one wasn’t hard, though he rarely ever did it. With his subject, strictness wasn’t one to apply – self-expression came with hard-work and commitment, and so trying to direct the students into something completely different wouldn’t be just bad teaching. It would be him, trying to straighten them into a path they chose not.
Seven days wasn’t a relatively big number to get intimidated by – but to think of more than seven days. He sighed lowly, but in content. As he walked along the street, he ran a hand through his already messy hair, catching a few odd stares here and there. Now wasn’t the time though – he needed a break, and he’d heard among the staff, a place to do just that. Actually, now that he thought about it, though his polite nature came through, he only ever passed a short and simple conversation with one or two of his colleagues; a word or two. Perhaps now, he could finally get to know those whom he worked alongside with.
As his eyes beheld the sign, he walked forward and pushed the door open, inhaling the usual calm atmosphere. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he’d been around bars so many a times, that he oddly found the surrounding somewhat comforting. The usual tone of conversations intermingled with the smell of drinks and served food; here and there, people walked and bustled along. A smile painted itself on his face, as he walked through the ever-moving mass of people. He turned a gaze on a few, greeting with a smile. Perhaps his attire was what was catching all the attention – he hadn’t bothered to change at all, and had only dropped off his things back in his condo before walking here. Darkness was surely to overcome the swaying light, so he figured his clothes wouldn’t matter much. He looked respectable enough, with a soft, easy-going look. At least, that was what he saw.
Easily, he caught the barkeep’s gaze, and ordered himself a glass of gin tonic. Leaning momentarily on the counter, he spoke a good 15 second conversation with the young lady next to him (who had strangely lightened up when he stood beside her) before receiving his drink. He gave a curt nod and raised his glass towards the bartender, who grinned and saluted back in return. Turning his attention towards the center, he gazed among the faces, trying to familiarize himself with his surroundings. One particular sight halted him, however, and as he sighed in relief, he walked towards that particular direction – towards the two males who were, he was sure of it, staff members.
With a hand in his pocket and another occupied with the drink, he walked towards them, quite relaxed now that he’d taken a sip.
“Mind if I take a seat?” he asked, as he walked within their proximity. He gave a smile towards the both of them, his casual tone in place.“I’m afraid I’m still a little dodgy with the area. Though I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” ---------- TAG: Marcus -- Dexter Words: Something close to 600 Outfit: just the averageNote: Sorry for the lateness -- I didn't know I was tagged XD |
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Post by jessfour on Nov 26, 2010 16:53:36 GMT -5
Before Marcus had the chance to reply to his question, they were interrupted by another guest. Mind if I take a seat? I’m afraid I’m still a little dodgy with the area. Though I hope I’m not interrupting anything. Dexter, not quite sure what the teacher's name was but had seen him practicing with his performing arts class, gestured for him to take a seat in the empty chair beside him. "The more the merrier," He chuckled, only noticing how juvenile he sounded after the saying had slipped his lips.
In an attempt to redeem himself, he grabbed his drink from the table and washed down his last inhale of smoke, before sticking out his hand to introduce himself. "The name's Dexter," He smiled, "You're going to have to forgive me, because your name has completely slipped my mind." He added sheepishly, thinking how odd it was that the three of them had never crossed paths before while teaching at Thaedeus, "It seems I really don't know many of the teachers at the school."
tags marcus, chase.
notes i guess i should have told you about that. so, my bad.
word count generating... and i'm going to have to apologize in advance--i'm a notoriously short poster.
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Post by bobrocks14 on Nov 26, 2010 17:50:27 GMT -5
Marcus smiled at the man who'd just appeared on scene, not knowing his name either as Dexter began to puff on the cigarette. The swordsmanship professor only nodded and took a sip of his tea, as if he was alright with the man smoking. The habit never hit him, as did drinking, but if others wanted to do it then it was fine by him. He couldn't control lives, anyhow.
As the two men got acquainted, Marcus turned his attention to the newest male. A bright smile plastered his face, and he nodded politely. "Hello, I'm Marcus! The swordsmanship professor. I'm not usually one for social interactions, which is why I'm not known by many staff members." He shrugged, taking another drink. "Nice to meet both of you. Also Dexter, I'd love to have a sparring match with a brute of a man like you! It'd be much fun indeed!" He laughed, running a hand through his messy hair.
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Post by chase on Nov 27, 2010 5:27:41 GMT -5
raise your glass, if you're wrong in the right ways---------- With a grateful smile, he took the gestured seat, raising the glass to both of them. As unfamiliar as the situation was, he would willingly make himself comfortable around them as fast as possible; to any situation, really. Because as much of a familiar scene this was in places like these, to think that they barely knew anything about each other, and to also think of them being colleagues, was just completely nuts. His excuse was that of a shallow one, but it still stuck all the same. He’d only started the on Monday – he’d rarely had the time to make good conversation with the teachers.
And now that he’d finally got the time, he started to feel rightly at ease. Immediately, the loose attitude of the man called Dexter took his attention – at that moment, he knew he was going to likely respect this man. This man, whatever he taught (Chem, maybe? But he doesn’t look the type) seemed easy to get along with, if one knew how to tread on the right places. The other, who had cheerily introduced his identity to be one of a Marcus, seemed to be on the right words, as he described his on-goings. Of course, he could never judge – he hardly knew the man. Yet, there was the tone of his voice that completely perplexed him. He had that one of a teacher who knew his students well, taught them well, and was very much liked. And now he couldn’t doubt it – being a weapons specialist, under the category of the use of swords, was likely to get the highly esteemed and much liked subject. It was one of the three things he had instantly signed up for as a student – it had been one of his favourite subjects.
“No, of course,” he answered, a laugh in his voice. Taking a sip, he pointed at himself and continued, “Newly reformed performing arts professor – only started this week. It’s not much of an excuse not knowing the names of those I work with, but it’ll do. Pleasure to meet you both – finally.” And now that he really thought about it, just the very occurrence of this strange meeting started to sound funny in his mind. With a smile, he took another swig, and said, “It’s funny – the students I take often talk about you two, and now I wish I paid attention just a little more.”
---------- TAG: Dexter -- Marcus Words: 450 i think Outfit: just the averageNote: LOL at that Jess  no one can get worse than me waffling on -- sorry that I probably don’t give much to reply to X] perhaps we can liven it up a bit with a bar fight or something? [/color] |
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Post by jessfour on Dec 3, 2010 19:56:57 GMT -5
Nice to meet both of you. Also Dexter, I'd love to have a sparring match with a brute of a man like you! It'd be much fun indeed! Dexter smiled, lifting his glass in appreciation. He spent enough of his free time in the close combat arena, so was there really an issue spending an extra few hours in the swordsmanship arena? "That would be great," He nodded, taking another puff of his cigarette as his bright blue eyes fell on their newest guest.
Newly reformed performing arts professor – only started this week. It’s not much of an excuse not knowing the names of those I work with, but it’ll do. Pleasure to meet you both – finally. So he was the artsy type? That was interesting. Dexter had never really been artistic himself, except for when it came to plants. He supposed botany could be considered an art form. It’s funny – the students I take often talk about you two, and now I wish I paid attention just a little more. Nodding in agreement, Dex twirled the ice in his glass, watching as the bottom third of his drink created a tornado-like swirl.
"I think it might be best that you're not paying attention to what they're saying," Dex smirked, taking a quick sip of his swirling drink before continuing, "My students don't exactly find me the best teacher in the world. Apparently I have no heart." He shrugged, chuckling a little at the thought. "They speak highly of you two, though."
tags marcus, chase. notes a bar fight would be great! were you thinking between the three or with a random person at the bar? word count generating... outfit right herecred boring, little 'ol me. |
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no one can get worse than me waffling on -- sorry that I probably don’t give much to reply to X] perhaps we can liven it up a bit with a bar fight or something?