Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]
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				Title: <strong>Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 07:44:08</strong>
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				Name: Alexandra (“Alex”) Bennett<br>Age: 27<br>Date of birth: 12 May<br>Gender: Female<br>Height: 5'7"<br>Weight: 151lbs (10st 11lbs) BMI: 23.5<br>Stats: 38C, 26, 37<br>Hair Colour: Dirty blonde<br>Eye Colour: Grey<br>Figure: Plump, curvaceous<br><br>Alex teaches History, majoring in the American pioneer and Indian wars eras, and twentieth century social science: politics, socialism, human rights and the feminist movement. She is a mildly neurotic lady, mainly due to her figure; she is always dieting and seems to start a new diet every day. She spends all her spare time down the gym and swimming though if truth be told she’s happiest chatting in the hottub or sauna or on a pool lounger with a tequila sunrise in her hand and a bowl of peanuts at her elbow…<br><br>She’s friends with Jenny Taylor with whom she went through teaching college, the two roomed together for a while though now live apart – “two teachers in one apartment is a recipe for disaster,” Alex always claims.<br><br>Alex is a bit of a daredevil and will take up daft challenges especially after a drink or two, she mainly does so as a defence mechanism to hide her neuroses and to try and ‘fit in’.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Alex01_200.jpg)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 07:58:08</strong>
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				Name:&nbsp; Cole Browning<br><br>Age:&nbsp; 18<br><br>Stats:&nbsp; 5'10, 140 pounds, black hair, brown eyes<br><br><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ColeBrowning_Crop.jpg)<br><br><br><br>Looks:&nbsp; Looks like this, except he doesn't wear that kind of clothing.&nbsp; Cole prefers a t-shirt under a black hoody, even if it's 90 degrees out.&nbsp; He generally wears long, blue jeans with worn cuffs, as well as normal sneakers.&nbsp; No headwear (never uses the hood on the hoodie).<br><br>Description: Cole is a floater.&nbsp; He drifts through life, not really caring, but just doing what he has to.&nbsp; He has a job at the local WalMart as a bagger, and is most likely going to be accepted into Bates College.&nbsp; He gets good - not outstanding, but above average -- grades, and has a few loose friends in school, and one or two he meets now and then outside of school.&nbsp; Although he is friendly and welcoming, Cole has self confidence issues, but is an extrovert.&nbsp; In other words, if someone strikes up a convo with him, he'll carry it and sustain it, but isn't confident enough to go up and start one with someone else.&nbsp; He leaves good impressions, but never takes that next step that leads to video game nights or a dates at the movies.&nbsp; <br><br>He likes two things: reading and gaming.&nbsp; Sure, he excercises occasionally on his backyard trampoline or maybe decides to run home from work rather than walk (he doesn't drive yet, never had a good reason to get his license), but his lifestyle is predominantly "lazy".&nbsp; His favorite hobby is lying outside with a book or, if it's raining, blowing up like minded individuals on online games.<br><br>Overall, he is a nice guy: compassionate and friendly, understanding and intelligent.&nbsp; His features aren't especially remarkable, and he never tries to hurt someone.&nbsp; Cole just lacks that initiative to break out and immerse himself in a social situation.&nbsp; Likes to define himself as a loner because of this.<br><br>Should be noted that he has a tentative "girlfriend" named Anna.&nbsp; She lives next door, and they met during a mandatory evacuation (flooding).&nbsp; Since then (about three years prior), she has made attempts to date him, succeeding early on.&nbsp; Cole never really got interested in her, and broke up after a year, much to the surprise of their peers (Anna is beautiful, to say the least).&nbsp; To her, though, the relationship never ended, again much to the surprise of all their peers.&nbsp; She's back to dating other guys, but only because she thinks Cole needs some "me-time" and that the break-up was simply a hiatus.&nbsp; Ya, this is the "possessive girlfriend" you mentioned.&nbsp; If you don't mind, she'll be my sub-character: I'll never play through her like I do Cole, but will use her extensively and, probably, exclusively as an NPC.<br><br><br><br><br>Just curious, but I thought you two would play schoolgirls, but now you're teachers.&nbsp; Was this one of the things you discussed saturday night?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caity</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 15:46:07</strong>
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				Name:&nbsp; Jenny Taylor<br>Age:&nbsp; 28<br>Stats:&nbsp; 5'7, 135, 34 C, Auburn hair, turquoise eyes.&nbsp; She's toned and a little muscular. <br>Looks:&nbsp; heart-shaped face, delicate features, and pale skin<br><br>Jenny's a high school Science teacher.&nbsp; She's been working for a couple of years since getting her Masters in education.&nbsp; She doesn't hate her job, but mostly finds it boring.&nbsp; For the most part, she decided to be a teacher because it was an easy major.<br><br>She's an only child who has a good relationship with her parents.&nbsp; She has a small group of friends she sees occasionally but she lives alone except for her cat Sampson.&nbsp; Her best friend is Alex Bennett, a fellow teacher she's known since college. <br><br>Her hobbies include kick-boxing and cooking.&nbsp; She's just a happy-go-lucky person who enjoys life. <br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Jenny01_200.jpg)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 21:30:22</strong>
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				Alex loved the spring semester, it was her favourite time of the academic year, after the spring vacation the weather got noticeably warmer, the trees and flowers really came into bloom, the sun seemed to make everyone just that little bit happier, that bit less stressed, year end exams were coming up which meant her classes were lighter and she could let the students dump some pressure with a few ‘free-format’ classes; ‘free-format’ Alex Bennett style meant ‘do what you freakin’ like for an hour, just don’t destroy the school while you’re at it’ . And of course in a few short weeks the three months of summer vacation would be here. <em>School’s Out forever!</em> as Alice Cooper once said, and Alex could say goodbye to her smart suits and heels for a while and wear nothing but a bikini and a wrap and slob out by the small communal pool in the back lot of her condo. It was only a tiny pool, ten metres by four and shared by the 30 apartments but it did have a small hottub in one corner and it was a great suntrap. And being the only teacher in the apartments, over July and August she often had it to herself until the late afternoon. The only thing was the upkeep was a killer add-on to the maintenance charges.<br><br>Still…<br><br>Summer, huh? Neat. Summer meant salads too, another bonus. Especially if your drive home from school every day took you past two KFCs, a MacDonalds, a Wendy’s and a Nando’s. Each drive home for Alex Bennett was like a gruelling test of willpower and discipline for a Tibetan shaman; resist the powers of the flesh. Alex Bennett wouldn’t have made a very good Tibetan shaman, unless that school of religious fervour was recruiting Brandy Alexander-loving lard asses. She rarely passed the test.<br><br>The week-old spring semester, the beginning of April, saw her drive onto campus and park her four year old nondescript Toyota, making her way to the teachers lounge. It was early and only a few students were straggling in.<br><br><strong>“Hi babe,”</strong> she called out to Jenny as she entered and dropped her bag by her desk. Well, it probably was once a desk, it now looked a lot like the municipal paper recycling centre. Sure there was a desk under there somewhere. Probably. Alex fished about in her bag a minute, then defeated in her quest called over to her colleague, <strong>“Have you got any codeine or aspirin? My head’s going to burst. I can’t believe we did it again last night. I’m getting too old for your party animal lifestyle.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caity</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 02:06:39</strong>
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				Despite being out late the night before, Jenny got to work quite early.&nbsp; She was used to late nights which involved copious amounts of alcohol and even more dancing and skimpy outfits.&nbsp; She poured a cup of coffee from her thermos she kept under her desk.&nbsp; It was black, strong, and she smacked her lips for effect when she took her gulp.&nbsp; <em>Strong enough to hold a spoon upright,</em> she thought with a smile.&nbsp; It was exactly what she needed, though her hair and makeup suggested that she'd had a peaceful weekend with an average of ten hours of sleep a night.&nbsp; She smiled to herself as she wondered how Alex was faring this morning.&nbsp; <br><br>Jenny pulled the test she was administering that morning from her filing cabinet, all twenty-seven copies.&nbsp; It was her favorite class to teach, Human Anatomy, and she enjoyed working her senior students hardest.&nbsp; She stacked them neatly in the center of her perfectly kept desk.&nbsp; Her personal life might be completely chaotic, but at work, she was all business.&nbsp; <br><br>She slipped down the hall to her the female staff's restroom.&nbsp; She peed quickly and checked her outfit.&nbsp; She was prim and proper today, Monday, test day.&nbsp; Her pinstripe gray pants were soft looking and hugged her muscular hips and legs.&nbsp; She wore a light pink tank top lined with lace under her suit jacket which she buttoned only the three bottom buttons.&nbsp; Her shoes were simple and flat, comfortable for a job which required a lot of standing.&nbsp; Her hair looked fabulous today, if she did say so herself, and her makeup was subtle in all the right hues for her hair and skin tone.&nbsp; <br><br>On her way back to her classroom she saw Alex stepping out of hers across the hall.&nbsp; She giggled at her request as she returned her greeting.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey Darlin', I think I have a couple of Excederin in my desk," </strong>she said with a wink.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 22:24:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey Darlin', I think I have a couple of Excedrin in my desk,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong> “A couple? I don’ need a couple. I need a shelf. Heck, I need a <em>warehouse</em>… damn, girl, how d’you <em>do</em> that? Do you have a time machine or somethin’? Leave the club at two a.m. and turn back time twelve hours? Shoot…”</strong><br><br>Alex went to Jenny’s desk, pulled out the packet and dry-chugged three tablets. Groaning she went to her desk and starting looking for the assignment files that had been handed in on Friday and which she’d marked Sunday morning.<br><br><strong>“Well, catch you at break,”</strong> she called to the disappearing grey trouser suit, <strong>“If you can’t find me just follow the trails of vomit!”</strong><br><br>Alex found the stack of files, tucked them under her arm, picked up her cardboard map tube and a few other bits and groaning made her way to the first class of the day.<br><br>At the staff lounge door she stopped. <em>I don’t <span class="bbc_u">have</span> a first class of the day, Mondays. What’s with you girl? You’re losing it. Sheesh…</em> She sat back down again, stacking the things she’d need for last period before lunch on the floor, then went off to the coffee pot, the stuff that brewed there was Pure Evil, the Spawn of Satan, but right now drinking the devil’s semen was far better than this slow agonising death.<br><br>While Jenny Taylor took her Human Anatomy class, Alex Bennett finished taking the registration of her class 3-C and as she headed back from the other block to the teacher’s lounge tried to claw her way back from the Land of the Living Dead.<br><br><em>Hm… maybe just a quick chat on the porcelain telephone in the female staff washroom… ugh…</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 08:48:45</strong>
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				Pop-Tart never tasted so crappy.<br><br>Cole took a bite, frowning at the too-gooey-to-be-safe texture, stretching the strawberry flavoring as if it were strips of melting rubber.&nbsp; He giving it out to some unlucky fellow, or maybe saving it for the toaster in a sure to be futile attempt to wring satisfaction from it, but ultimately decided to just toss it out.&nbsp; It made a clunk as it landed in the tin bin, making the thin trash bag puff out before slowly deflating.<br><br>He sighed, his stomach growling.&nbsp; That Pop-Tart had been his fail-safe: the back-up plan for when he couldn't grab a bowl of cereal before school.&nbsp; Apparently, it had sat inside his backpack for a couple days too many.&nbsp; Cole sighed again, resolving to martyr himself to a Monday full of tests, missed homework, social awkwardness, and all the other joys that accompany high school, now with hunger thrown in as well.<br><br>The senior sat heavily at his desk, his backpack sliding off his shoulder and landing on the tiled floor.&nbsp; While the other students turned in their chairs to chat with friends or copy answers, Cole put his head in his arms, waiting for the day to start.&nbsp; He tried to mentally review the HA assignment handed out by Ms. Taylor in preparation for the test, but kept getting hung up on the intricacies of female hormone generation and function.&nbsp; Something about FSH and estrogen...&nbsp; Estrogen makes them bitchy and FSH gives them PTS?&nbsp; Something like that.&nbsp; Cole really didn't care either way what obscure protein did what in the body.&nbsp; He hadn't even bothered to check the prep sheet the night before; too busy dealing with Anna.<br><br>At that thought, his eyes automatically shifted to look at the pretty girl sitting next to him.&nbsp; She was blonde, with a very slim figure and a disproportionate but apparently attractive bust.&nbsp; Her face betrayed her Hispanic ancestry, and her eyes were a dark brown.&nbsp; Note cute, but a more mature kind of beauty.&nbsp; Anna: the girl next door, the cheerleader, the prom queen and the naughty student.&nbsp; Every guy wanted her, but frankly, Cole rather'd move to the next county than spend another day being her neighbour.&nbsp; Every day it was something new, yet another thing that set Cole's teeth on edge.&nbsp; He wondered what it was about him that caught her attention.&nbsp; He wasn't noticeably attractive, didn't do sports, spent all his time reading or gaming on the web.&nbsp; He was, for the most part, antisocial, and he had never--<br><br>The door opened.&nbsp; Cole's head, as well as everyone else's, turned to look in unison as Ms. Taylor entered the room.&nbsp; There was a tell-tale groan as the class' collective eyes saw the thick wad of papers she held under one arm, as well as a quick shuffling of papers as students tried to hide their unfinished homework.&nbsp; Cole, his glasses fogged from having his face down in his folded arms, looked down at his backpack, quickly withdrawing the necessary utensils for that days class.<br><br>His stomach growled again, his mind suddenly blanking, forgetting everything he had known about female hormones.&nbsp; Anna shot him a glance, her teeth perfectly white and straight, and placed a hand on his arm.&nbsp; He smiled weakly back with false thanks, then turned and placed his head firmly on his desk.<br><br>It was going to be a bad day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caity</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 18:39:19</strong>
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				By the time Jenny got back to her classroom, it was filled with that morning's students.&nbsp; She smiled as they quickly shuffled their homework and notes out of sight.&nbsp; <br><br>"All right, settle down," she said warmly.&nbsp; She made her way to the back of the room to her desk where she'd left the tests, and traded them for the work booklets she held for her freshman class.&nbsp; "The good news is that your test isn't that long," she said, gesturing to the pack of worksheets, as she started passing out the single sheets.&nbsp; "The bad news is that you are still having your test," she grinned at her students wickedly.&nbsp; <br><br>Jenny had started at one corner of the classroom, purposely saving the corner for where Cole sat last.&nbsp; She had taken a shine to the younger boy.&nbsp; Whereas most of her senior male students were pompous and arrogant, Cole was quiet and reserved.&nbsp; She usually took it upon herself to be extra nice to him.&nbsp; It was obvious that Anna was interested in him, generally blowing off all of the other guys who tried to sit next to her, but she seemed to have eyes only for Cole.&nbsp; Jenny couldn't blame her, there'd always been something about those Clark Kent types.&nbsp; <br><br>Jenny stood in front of the class in the corner close to where Cole sat as she gave out the instructions for the test.&nbsp; "When you've finished, keep it to look over, and I'll collect them five minutes before the bell rings."&nbsp; Once they got down to work, she headed back to her desk and flipped through the latest People magazine waiting for them to finish.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 20:45:00</strong>
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				It was almost like being on Death Row, waiting for Ms. Taylor to reach his desk.&nbsp; Cole had had the bad fortune to be front right in the classroom, meaning she'd always reach him last whenever handing something out.&nbsp; Sometimes it meant being a minute behind on taking notes or filling out a worksheet, or being the last to view his grade on the all important project or essay.&nbsp; In this case, it was waiting to see if he even had a chance of passing the first test of the final trimester.&nbsp; It seemed forever before she reached his desk.<br><br>It had been a brief relief to find out the thick wad of sheets were not the test, but, to Cole at least, the new bundle looked pretty much the same.&nbsp; The teacher finally arrived, dropped it off, and then headed back to her own desk.&nbsp; Maybe grade some assignments, work on a training packet?&nbsp; Nope, it looked like Ms. Taylor wouldn't share in the suffering as picked up a magazine.<br><br>Cole let his head drop, now staring down at the test page.&nbsp; He sighed.<br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><br>Finally, after seventy five minutes, first period ended.&nbsp; Cole, along with the rest of the class, sluggishly passed Ms. Taylor's desk on the way to the door.&nbsp; She was good looking... for a teacher.&nbsp; He wondered at how she found time to stay in such good shape with so many senior classes.&nbsp; It was something he admired.<br><br>"O, hey Cole!" Anna said, causing him to turn around in time to see her walking up to him.&nbsp; He gave her a miserable look, then turned to leave.&nbsp; She fell in beside him despite the obvious dismissal.&nbsp; "Fun test huh?&nbsp; I've always liked the human body."&nbsp; Her tone was light, cheerful.&nbsp; It annoyed Cole.<br><br>"Ya, fun," he said back.&nbsp; "I think I bombed it."<br><br>They reached the doorway.&nbsp; Anna turned and gave him a hug.&nbsp; "Aww, that's too bad, Cole.&nbsp; I'll see you after school!"&nbsp; Then she turned and walked briskly off the hallway, swaying her hips a bit more than usual.<br><br>A guy from the class, Ian, slugged Cole hard in the shoulder.&nbsp; "Damn, man.&nbsp; How do you do it?" he asked, looking at Anna as she walked away.&nbsp; "It's like you can't get her off you half the time."<br><br>Cole gave him a disgusted look, then walked out into the hallway.&nbsp; Suddenly, he swore softly, turned on his heel, and walked back into the classroom, which was now devoid of students.&nbsp; He tentatively knocked on the door frame.&nbsp; "Uh, Ms. Taylor?&nbsp; I was wondering if you'd allow me to retake this test."&nbsp; He stepped inside.&nbsp; "I don't think I did too well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caity</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 16:36:08</strong>
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				Jenny was startled by the sound of the bell.&nbsp; She'd been so engrossed in the latest Britney gossip that she hadn't realized class was almost over.&nbsp; "Just lay them on my desk," she said smiling as they filed past her.&nbsp; None of them looked too happy.&nbsp; She noticed Cole especially looked downtrodden, but then again he usually did.&nbsp; She gave him a warm and friendly smile and nodded her thanks to him as she lay the test on her desk.&nbsp; <br><br>She had second period free, so she kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on her desk as she started rifling through the tests, finally settling in to grade them.&nbsp; The first one, Anna's, wasn't bad.&nbsp; A minute later she looked up sharply as her door banged open. <br><br>"Can I help you, Cole?" she couldn't help but watch as his lanky form moved fluidly through her classroom and carried him to her desk.&nbsp; She furrowed her brow at his words, and positioned her mouth in a pout, "You didn't do too well?&nbsp; You always say that, Cole," she chuckled lightly.&nbsp; "Let's just take a look."<br><br>His test was directly under Anna's.&nbsp; He was right, he hadn't did too well.&nbsp; Just glancing at the front of the page, the best he could hope for was a 'C', though if the back was anything like the front, it could be much worse.&nbsp; "Hmmm..." her brows narrowed in earnest now.&nbsp; "I see what you mean," she lay the test on the desk and sat back in her chair.&nbsp; "Is there anything going on, Cole?&nbsp; It's not like you to do so poorly.&nbsp; &nbsp;And you know I can't let you retake the test, but if you want to do some extra credit, it would really help your test grade.&nbsp; Perhaps you could write me short essays on the topics covered on the test?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 17:39:12</strong>
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				She made the look.&nbsp; The this-is-bad-but-I'm-trying-to-cover-it-up look.&nbsp; Ms. Taylor's brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed as most people did when they read, but Cole knew the verdict wouldn't be good.<br><br>Oh, a C.&nbsp; A C isn't that bad.&nbsp; But she only looked at one side.&nbsp; That made him nervous.&nbsp; Cole began fidgeting with a pen, quickly and efficienty taking it apart and reassembling it in his hands, listening to Ms. Taylor intently.&nbsp; This grade would mean a lot, and his GPA had slid down a few points since Christmas Break.&nbsp; Cole really couldn't afford to decline like this, even though he had been already accepted by Bates.&nbsp; He'd heard stories where a kid would get "Senioritis" and just stop working once accepted by a college.&nbsp; He'd just lounge around in the back of the room.&nbsp; Then, a month before school ended, he got a letter revoking his invitation to the university.&nbsp; Every class, there was always <em>that guy</em>.&nbsp; Cole really did not want to be <em>that guy</em>.<br><br>"Life," he said in response, fidgeting with his backpack as it started to slide off his shoulder.&nbsp; "Out-of-school stuff."&nbsp; There was a short, subtle twist of the head, as if Cole was about to look at Anna's desk.&nbsp; He decided against it.&nbsp; Ms. Taylor obviously knew.&nbsp; Everyone in the fuckin' school <em>knew</em>.&nbsp; Anna was so up front and obvious about the whole thing -- she just wouldn't take a hint and let it go -- that the current status of their relationship was even published in the school newsletter for a few months before Cole (rather rudely) asked them to stop.&nbsp; He hated the attention.&nbsp; He hated the fact that everyone assumed he was secretly going out with Anna.&nbsp; He wouldn't call himself emo, but he was certainly beginning to sink into a depression, unable to shake off Anna or find a new girl whom he'd actually be happy to go out with<br><br>"College is coming up, and I'm feelin' pretty nervous," he continued.&nbsp; "End of graded school and all that.&nbsp; Just got me wound up."&nbsp; Cole looked up from the rapidly moving pen parts.&nbsp; "Sure, I can do essays.&nbsp; I don't mind those.&nbsp; How long?"&nbsp; His eyes glanced at the clock, worried about being late for his next class.&nbsp; He was cutting it close already, even if he didn't make up for his stale Pop-Tart by dropping by the School Store for a replacement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caity</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 06:51:01</strong>
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				Jenny listened to him talk intently.&nbsp; Typical teen angst.&nbsp; Especially bright teens about to be thrust out into the world.&nbsp; She smiled warmly at the boy, "It's okay, these things get easier she said," not meaning her tests, but the world of academia.&nbsp; "Not to mention more rewarding."&nbsp; She slipped from behind her desk and came around to lean on the front of it.&nbsp; "Now about your grade," she looked him pointedly up and down.&nbsp; "You can write me a little something on each of the questions on the test.&nbsp; Now you'd better get before you're late for your next class."&nbsp; <br><br>Jenny followed him out of the room, her hand casually on his shoulder.&nbsp; She stepped across the hall to Alex's classroom, "Hello?" she called?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 08:16:36</strong>
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				Cole listened mutely, his head occasionally nodding in acknowledgement as she spoke, even if he didn't agree.&nbsp; <em>My whole life I've been told to prepare for college and high school, and all the counselors are marking off kids on whether or not they have the smarts to even graduate; and she says it'll get easier</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>Whatever.</em><br><br>After she finished her short spiel, the tall teenager stood up straight and made a move to leave, but decided to say something first at the last moment.&nbsp; "Uh, Ms. Taylor, I'll drop by after school tomorrow with those, then.&nbsp; Sometime... soon..."&nbsp; He tilted his head, checking the watch on his wrist.&nbsp; It was going to be close...<br><br>Cole fiddled with the digital contraption on the way to the door, trying to set it back a few minutes so he could claim evidence for his excuse for tardiness.&nbsp; He suddenly noticed Ms. Taylor had her hand on his shoulder.&nbsp; That didn't bother him: teachers often made bodily contact like that.&nbsp; A hand here, a playful shove there.&nbsp; Everyone's favorite teachers did it all the time.&nbsp; No, what suprised Cole was the way it felt.&nbsp; Her hand was light but firm, a casual gesture of little meaning.&nbsp; However, no one but Anna ever touched Cole, and he had grown used to her vice like grip, holding on tight lest he run off.&nbsp; Or, as she saw it, be stolen by some other girl.&nbsp; <em>Like that would ever happen.</em><br><br>Cole had almost forgotten what a soft touch felt like.&nbsp; He almost thought it compassionate, as if his teacher actually felt bad for him doing bad on the test.&nbsp; He shot Ms. Taylor a confused look, glanced at his watch, then ran off down the hallway.&nbsp; He was already late for class.&nbsp; <em>Ah well, at least I can do the HA bonus in detention</em>...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 10:42:26</strong>
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				Alex Bennett was not having a good morning. In fact Alex Bennett would have much preferred it if God had hit is big celestial fast forward button and skipped to about ten pm so she could crawl into bed and go sleep right now… just… the day was too bright, the brats were too noisy and the female staff washroom was too busy for what she wanted to do.<br><br>After her early morning on-her–knees long distance trunk call though, things did begin to improve. The day clouded over a little lessening some of the lancing pain the sunlight was causing; she bumped into Arnold Bowler (Geography, specializing in plate tectonics, volcanoes and the planet’s water cycle) who had a few more spare Excedrin to replace the three of Jenny’s she’d scrounged and which were now on their way down the city sewer starting on their exciting journey as part of Mr. Bowlers water system; and the two cups of Devil’s Spawn had had the desired effect.<br><br>She packed away after second period (class 3-B, that disruptive cow Jane Walker) and sat back, sighing as the room emptied leaving her blissfully alone for a few minutes.<br><br>The door opened, a head stuck round it.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hello?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Alex looked up, <strong>“Oh, hi, Jen, what’s up?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caity</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 00:47:07</strong>
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				Jenny sidled into Alex's room and sat on the top of one of the student's desks. <br><br>"You hit it pretty hard didn't you?" she laughed gently at her friend.&nbsp; "You're going to have to start coming out with us more often if you're going to learn to keep up." <br><br>Jenny stretched her arms over her head as she watched Alex with a bemused smile.&nbsp; "Guess who I got to see this morning already," she teased Alex.&nbsp; Then, "Cole," without waiting for an answer.&nbsp; "He's going to be doing some extra credit for me, didn't do too well on his test."&nbsp; She smiled a knowing smile at Alex, wondering if she'd take the bait as she gauged her reaction to the news.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 21:26:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You hit it pretty hard didn't you? You're going to have to start coming out with us more often if you're going to learn to keep up."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>“Coming out <em>more?</em> shoot, I’m thinking going teetotal might be the answer! That or join the church knitting circle. Where do you put it all? Down your legs?”</strong> Alex shook her head. Gently. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Guess who I got to see this morning already,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Mr. Browning.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Cole."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Uh-huh. Got it in one.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"He's going to be doing some extra credit for me, didn't do too well on his test."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>“Well, isn’t that nice?”</strong> Alex smiled sweetly at her colleague, not wanting to be drawn into a discussion about the details of why the non-star student of the senior year might be doing that, <strong>“I’ve got the irrepressible Mr. Browning in history last period. His last assignment was… interesting,”</strong> she added deviously, getting up with a crooked smile.<br><br><strong>“But right now. More Devil Spawn, I think. Staff room?”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning Curve [VAN][Caity, Haibane, QuestionMark]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 23:11:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Unfortunately due to QuestionMark deciding to leave Elliquiy this game is now halted.</strong>
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