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Post by jase on Mar 7, 2009 22:32:21 GMT -5
The old school grounds, Jase was just walking back on to the lawn. God, the day was gorgeous, then again it was just good to be any where where There weren't people trying to blow your head off was a better place than where he's been, He stretched, The Black rangers cap covering his faceas he looked up at the tops of the green trees surrounding his old school. He wondered if Alex, Or any of his old friends where there. Iraq had been Long and tedious, But not with out its oppertunities to have a little fun, Thank god His hair had grown back in. Had to swipe a regenerative gift to pull it off as he was flying in, But it had worked, Too damn well, He'd actually broke his razor at the london airport getting rid of the beard before flying back state side. "Well, Here we are," He said with a confident smirk, "Three years the wiser and ready to start up this teaching gig. God it's been way the hell too long. Hope I'm still recognized by everyone. " He slung the big green duffel over his shoulder, and snapped his fingers, "Well, no time like the present ta get the reintroductions over with. " He smiled he really haddn't changedx all that much after all and started twords the mansion, He actually smiled seeing the students taking lessons in the yard. Yep, This was home. Mom and dad's down towen penthouse, and the barraks were pretty bad, Definitely no love for the parents, house, Being the family secret and all. and the Army, well it was the army. Pretty much what you'd expect. He stopped and rang the bell.
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Post by polaris on Mar 7, 2009 22:46:19 GMT -5
Betsy had been sitting in the common room when the doorbell rang. She uncoiled herself from the couch and walked over. Opening the door,she saw a semi short guy with brown hair and brown eyes standing there.. "Can I help you?" She looked at him quizically.
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Post by jase on Mar 7, 2009 22:54:38 GMT -5
"Hey, Um. Sorry... Jase Cristi. I used to be a student here, and was offered a teaching job here after I finished up the good ol university, and paid off uncle sam. So Here I am, Fresh off the good ol boat. Don't recognize your face though. What's your name? " He has a friendly rogueish smile, and a mischevious look in his deep beown eyes as he speeks. he conveys a sense of confidence, and gentleness under a facade of bravado fueled by the rakish tone in his voice. His smile is quirked, almost a smirk of self assuridness, as he chuckles at the end of his sentence, His mind filled with thoughts of his old home here at the mansion, which out weigh the incident with the regenerator, and the horrors of war. He mentally rates the regeneration incident far worse than the war in his own mind, and thousands of curses at his own misadventure circle his mind as a part of it relives and hope he got all the "Face fur" off.
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Post by polaris on Mar 7, 2009 22:58:09 GMT -5
Betsy got quite a bit of useless information from him as his thoughts swam around and she had to suppress a smile. For all his bravado and rogueishness, he was worried about the scruff on his face.
"Well, the Professor isn't in right now, so maybe I can be of some help." She gave a friendly smile. "Come on in." Stepping aside so he could enter. "Now if you'll follow me, we can head on back to the offices and I can look up your paperwork." She began walking down the hall, looking back once to see if he was behind her.
"So... You were in Iraq, huh?"
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Post by jase on Mar 7, 2009 23:03:07 GMT -5
He chuckeled softyy as he entered Duffel bad slung like a rag doll over his shoulder His uniform coat tied about his waiste. He paused and breathed in deeply exhailing slowly savoring the familiar scent of home. He had grown up here, he learned so much in these halls. Thoughts of the old friendly professor. Old friends, and even a kiss snuck amongst the back shelves of the library whirled in his mind as he spoke in that same confident rakish " So Offices Huh, Never did get your name." He smiled back at the again, "Yep, 2 Years in that nightmare. Loads of absolutly no fun. "
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Post by polaris on Mar 7, 2009 23:10:40 GMT -5
Betsy turned her head back as she kept walking. "That's because I didn't throw it." She laughed as they turned a corner towards the office. Fishing out the keys from her pocket, she unlocked the door and walked in. "Have a seat." She motioned to an empty chair. "It will only take me a few minutes."
She went to the computer and began typing. "You said your name was Jason Cristi, right?" She shook her head. "Nevermind. I know that already. So I'll just skip the formalities." She brought his name up on the screen and nodded. "Yep. There you are. You will be teaching in the gymnasium. I'll print out your student list and what periods you'll have."
The printer whirred as it began to spit out the papers. "So.... stole a kiss in the library once, huh?"
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Post by jase on Mar 7, 2009 23:16:06 GMT -5
"Yep fifteen years old. One of those things that keeps you going when you're in the middle of the worlds biggest sand box with people shooting at you, and not a single telephone for miles. Yep, That got me through a couple of hard spots. So you been here long? " He smiled, a roguish and charming crooked smile, But impecably genuine as he extended a hand to her. the large green bag over his shoulder flopped down as he moved knocking his cap into his face as he moves. Thoughts cursing at the bag and wondering about his companion.
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Post by polaris on Mar 7, 2009 23:20:36 GMT -5
Betsy laughed as his cap got knocked askew by the big duffel bag. She took the proffered hand and shook it. "Name's Betsy.. Betsy Braddock." She returned the genuine smile with one of her own. "I've been here for a little while. We're right in the middle of getting ready for classes to begin, so it's been pretty hectic around here." She handed his schedule over to him.
"Here you are." She smiled again. "Now, let me show you where the teachers hang out when they're loafing around." She stood up and walked out the door, shutting and locking it before heading further down the hallway.
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Post by jase on Mar 7, 2009 23:27:31 GMT -5
He couldn't help watching her walk off, Two years with out anyone around except other soldiers he guessed could do that to you, He smiled and chuckled to him self, Committing the name and face to memory. "So the old teacher's lounge, Lead the way. It'll be interesting to see who all I still know here." He had that tone, Not so much the confident bravado, but roguish in nature. He still managed humot about the cap, and the instinctive check of his face incase any of the fur had managed to linger. Then there was his collegue infront of him. She was lithe cat like, and he really couldn't help but notice though he tried hard not to let that show. He had a little more class than to stand there with his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a hungry dog waiting for its bowl. That was so Idiot soldiers on furlow. He had never done that and wasn't about to start now. He was made of better stuff than that, but still he was human.
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Post by polaris on Mar 7, 2009 23:33:19 GMT -5
Betsy had to chuckle to herself over the thoughts that were going through his head at the moment. Especially since he kept rubbing his chin and worrying over whether he'd shaved cleanly. But the thoughts on her made her turn her head and just raise a brow at him. She need not say a single word, the look said it all.
They reached the Teacher's Lounge and she opened the door. It was empty, but she led him inside anyways. "As you can see... there isn't anyone about right now. It's normally empty since it is the weekend after all. So you picked a pretty good time to show up."
It was the typical type of room with the round table, coffee maker and the like.
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Post by jase on Mar 7, 2009 23:37:43 GMT -5
He smiled, The look had said it all, And one word screamed through his head "Busted" He chuckled at the thought, and looked around the room, then smiled back at her. "Don't suppose Alex is around here Still? Grew up with the guy, Both summers brothers actually" Scott is was such a dork screamed through his head, as he continued "Been years since I've seen them. Kinda wonder how they're doing. His mind wandered to the question if Scott had come out of the closet yet, But that quickly passed as he was paying more attentiuon to her than his own thoughts at the moment.
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Post by polaris on Mar 7, 2009 23:41:05 GMT -5
Betsy let out a laugh as she read his thoughts on Scott. She couldn't help herself. She'd often wondered if he was a closet gay. "I haven't seen either of them." She shook her head, the grin still on her face. "And yes, Scott can be a dork at times." She led him back out of the room. "Come on, I'll show you where you can stash your gear."
She began walking up the hallway and didn't turn around, but tossed a comment over her shoulder. "Enjoy staring at my behind." She laughed and waved him on.
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Post by jase on Mar 7, 2009 23:45:36 GMT -5
His silent mental protest claimed he wasn't staring, At least not too much, As he followed behind her, Laughing at her agreeing with him on Scott being a dork, Then the sudden realization, "You're a telepath" Why hadn't he imprinted her. Would have kept his thoughts to a dull roar if he'd known. Oh well. an image from his comedic imagination likening an aging scott to Mr Herbert from the Family guy filled his mind, caulsing a small audible chuckle. Little old scott with his little red specs trying to lure in little boys with Popsicles. It wasn't too hard a stretch to make for the straight man of the child hood trio. God. She was pretty. And that wasn't just the two year abscence talking.
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Post by polaris on Mar 7, 2009 23:49:27 GMT -5
Betsy nodded as she looked at him. "I'm more than just a telepath. Also telekenetic. As well as a few other little tricks I've picked up along the way." She almost lost her footing as the thoughts about Scott went through her head. She braced her hand on the wall to regain her composure.
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Post by jase on Mar 7, 2009 23:53:47 GMT -5
"You alright?" He chuckled as he put a hand on her shoulder to stabilize her, The thoughts had regained some composure as he even had to admitt that was one of his better Scott trashing moments. Face it Scott left himself open for these sorts of things way too often. Then he stopped, Lorna, If Lorna was here Alex wasn't far off likely. They had this strange sort of love then p***each other off thing going. It wasn't his piece of paradise, but it seemed to work for them.
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