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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 1:27:41 GMT
Mark strolled patiently into the library, heading for the windows. It was only his third day here, and he had yet to meet any students. Sure, he might have been a student teacher, but that didn't mean he had to stay hidden in the classroom, did it? He smiled to himself, sitting down in the chair nearest the window and drew himself closer, close enough so he might lean upon the sill. Maybe he would be able to cross the path of some students, certain ones had stood out to him when he glanced at that sheet of paper.
Then after a day of keeping his ear to the ground Mark had been able to gather information concerning some of the students. There was a topic going around about how a girl, Mayu, had betrayed all her friends to run off with her best friend's enemy. Mark chuckled to himself gently, surprised as the glass fogged up with his breath. This school was so much like high school, and all too much like a mental facility. A name lingered at the edge of his mind, daring to pull out ancient memories of his teenage years. But it was impossible for fate to exist, or even for this so called fate to take pity on him and grant him with his beloved angel again.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 2:22:27 GMT
She tugged on her bags straps, getting ready to go to the library. It was her only free lesson in a few days, and she thought she would try and get her homework done now since she was hopeless at attempting it when she left the campus. But, as soon as she walked in the door, she bit her bottom lip. Her favourite table was taken, by someone who looked older than any of the students but younger than most of her teachers. Uncertain, and not really caring, she walked forwards and took the table beside his, putting down her bag and pulling out her folder of things.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 2:32:37 GMT
Mark looked up, seeing a student sit at his table. He gently probed her mind just as Seru had done to him not long ago, searching for a name. "Hello Miss McLain." he said pleasantly, trying to be sociable. Pleasantries were not exactly his style, but there was a first for everything now wasn't there. He smiled a little, just enough so he might seem friendly and not overly rude unlike some of the other teachers who only had time for work, no play.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 2:36:53 GMT
She looked around herself, even though it was clear that Mark had asked for her. After all, he'd used her name, and couldn't have just heard it. "How do you know my name?" she asked, suddenly a little nervous as she held onto the table.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 2:55:25 GMT
Mark smiled at her, trying to reassure her. "Seeing as I'm Seru's new student teacher, I think I would have learned your name off the papers." he said kindly, wondering why she freaked out so much. Plus her antisocial behavior was unnerving to say the least.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 2:58:16 GMT
"Ooooh..." she said slowly, nodding to herself. "Psychics, huh?" she said, turning to him. He seemed nice enough, and it made a change for a teacher to want to talk to her; sometimes it just felt like she was surrounded by children. "In other words, you checked my mind to find my name...?" she asked, wondering if it was too cheeky to say to a teacher.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 3:04:25 GMT
"Pretty much." he laughed, instantly liking her. Since he was technically off duty he could talk like this with a student, granted she was old enough to be in Necromancy so it would work. "So, got anything to say about the other students here? I could use something to my advantage." Mark smiled, hoping she wouldn't mind answering such a question.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 3:08:06 GMT
She shrugged, not quite sure what to say. The instant answer came to her head; Avoid Melville. Usually she would tell this to him straight away, spinning off more stories of how he was evil incarnite, but now as she thought of Melville all she could think of was Mayu, and how much her manipulating would hurt her. She shook her head, leaning back, thinking closely, "Um... not sure. What sort of things are you after?"
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 3:14:48 GMT
"Well, tell me about your friends?" he asked, smiling. That should be easy enough to answer, Mark was amused by his own clever mind. It was best to find out who was straight or not ahead of time so he knew who he had to be careful with.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 3:19:11 GMT
"Um..." she said, knowing exactly what she wanted to say but wondering how much she should restrain herself. She didn't want to gossip away all of her friend's private lives. "Um, there's Antosha. He's so sweet," she said, unable to cover her smile. "And his friend Brynn." she said, unwilling to give anymore information other than an inflection to Antosha and Brynn's feelings "I think they're sharing a room at the moment, too. And there's Mayu, who isn't speaking to me, but she's really nice all the same..." she said, speaking slowly, and then picking up again, "And Lily-Mae and Aiden. They're both pretty new; I think they know each other." she said, suddenly realising she'd probably given no more information then names and who was 'nice'.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 3:23:49 GMT
Mark stopped talking and starred at Diane. "Did you say Antosha? As in, Antosha Cobb?" he questioned, looking as if his life depended on it. No way was fate to be so kind and cruel, he hadn't missed the quotes on friend. So little Annie had a new boy did he? Well now, that was surprising. Mark smiled a little, his eyes sparkling lightly. If his Annie was here, then fate must be at work. How many years had it been since he had last seen his angel? Four or three? It didn't matter, it all seemed like ages to him.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 3:28:46 GMT
Her eyes sparkled at the name, as she nodded enthusiastically, "The one and only," she said with a wide smile, slightly curious as to how this teacher knew him. "You know him?" she asked innocently, though she could already see the answer in his eyes. She was tempted to probe his mind, just as he had done to her. She could be quite subtle, but never enough for him not to tell, and so she didn't try.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 3:33:03 GMT
"Do I know him? Me and Annie used to date a few years back, during summer camp when he was only fourteen. He seemed so much older though, how has he been? He alright? This Brynn kid seem okay for him?" Mark's questions were asked with a fast beat, his eyes eagerly taking in everything. This would probably be the only time he would be allowed to talk about his little Annie, so he would cherish it.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 15, 2009 3:37:16 GMT
She looked at him with wide eyes, thankful that her chin was already resting on her hand so that she could twist it around to cover her mouth, though her eyes still almost showed laughter. An Ex? Fourteen? ANNIE? "Um, yeah, he's... alright." she said, remembering their talk from last night. "And he and Brynn aren't really... well, you know how it is." she said with a shrug, wondering how quickly she could subtley get onto her phone and start quizzing Antosha - or at least start calling him ickle Annie.
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Post by Mark Joshua Graffeild on Dec 15, 2009 3:44:02 GMT
Makr smiled, laughing a little himself. "I take it he no longer is called Annie. Well, you can call him if you wish." he said smiling at her. Even he could tell she was dying to get on her phone to tease Annie about this latest incident. It was so cute, the Annie he knew had never gotten close to anyone, only let Mark in.
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