The Campus Lab [IC] - Biology classroom
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				Title: <strong>The Campus Lab [IC] - Biology classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xillen</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 14:52:01</strong>
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				The Campus Lab [Players Wanted] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98820.new#new)<br>The Campus Lab [OOC] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=97272.new#new)<br>The Campus Lab [Characters] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=97273.new#new)<br>The Campus Lab [IC] - The Laboratorium (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99342.new#new)<br><strong>The Campus Lab [IC] - Biology classroom</strong><br>The Campus Lab [IC] - Head Mistress' office (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99339.new#new)<br>The Campus Lab [IC] - Hallways and other classrooms (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99343.new#new)<br>The Campus Lab [IC] - Sports area (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=97560.new#new)<br>The Campus Lab [IC] - Girl's dormitory (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99341.new#new)<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Biology classroom</em></span></span></div><hr><br>[To be inserted]<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dr. Ezekiel Orfhammar visiting miss Kristine Bennant</em></span></span></div><hr><br>Zeke whistled happily as he walked through the hallways of the old campus building, passing the physics and chemistry classrooms and heading for the biology classrooms. He was dressed in the usual lab coat that he reserved for outside the laboratory, just to have that professor look. A bloc note and several pencils filled the pockets on his chest, while a thick pack of papers rested under his left arm. Two fingers pressed against the frame of his old fashioned glasses, before he stopped to look at the number of one of the class locals, verifying it was the correct class.<br><br>He knocked on the door, but then opened it without waiting for a reply, hoping to find this room's teacher, miss Kristine Bennant inside. Zeke had checked her roster before coming here, and knew she had a free period, so he assumed she would spend it in her own classroom, perhaps preparing for the next class. There was one more class on her roster for the day, class 1D. Coincidentally, that was also class 1D's last class for the day.<br><br>"Kristine, you around?" Zeke called out, as he stepped inside the classroom, and closed the door behind him. "I've got something I need to discuss with you."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Campus Lab [IC] - Biology classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 06:02:52</strong>
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				Kristine tapped her pencil on the mahogany desk, her are crossed, her eyes on the stack of papers she has to configure to place everyone’s skills for the rest of the year. Figure out who would make this class and who she should recommend they get a tutor right away. Her mind wasn’t focused on her work, her eyes kept wandering over the class, the windows that were open to the hot September afternoon, where you could almost smell the turning of the season, yet it was too warm for the leaves to begin turning.&nbsp; There are posters on the wall, Albert Einstein, the periodic table, a poster of the major arteries in the human body, then a giant white board behind her, with her name neatly printed at the top, and the chapters she wants them to read written on a part she labeled homework. She looked over the lab desks, with the sinks and burners on them, she loved science, but some time she wished she didn’t have to deal with the students some days, of course if she didn’t the master wouldn’t need her….she pushes the thought from her head. <br><br>Pushing the long, curly red hair off from her shoulder, she buckled down, getting to work on the papers, she didn’t need to be getting behind. She tapped her tan heal on the floor slowly, the sound echoing through the room. She ran a hand over her pencil skirt, hoping it wasn’t too tight to hike up, she should have tested it before she left the house. She doesn’t even notice that the door opened, when Zeke spoke, she jumped and looked up, pressing her dark rimmed glasses back on her face as they almost fell off when she jumped. She presses a hand to her stomach through her white blouse. “Yes, I am right here” She smiles at him and stands up, feeling a little nervous in his presence. <br>
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