Late in Life (Saku and Josietta)
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				Title: <strong>Late in Life (Saku and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 16:17:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr63/MusicMakesThePeople/CharPics/Drayke.jpg?t=1247846380)</div>Washington D.C. It was the state capital and where the president of the United States lived and tourists came here all the time to try and get a tour of the White House. Since it was a popular tourist site, that also meant there were other popular and famous places here which probably had lots of money which was exactly what Sebastien Taylor needed. He was a master thief and was renowned for being one of the best in the world and indeed most likely <em>the</em> best in the United States.<br><br>Sebastien had never gotten caught once and never even came close to getting caught regardless of the rumors that were flying around about the <em>Ninja Thief</em> as they were calling him now. He was fast, efficient and gone with his prize before anyone even realized anything was missing, Sebastien was good enough that he didn't even trip the alarms. It was almost unreal how he got away with so much and many thought that he had accomplices but nothing was known beyond a shadow of a doubt.<br><br>He'd been out of action for a few weeks now since he'd been thinking about his next move for Sebastien liked to plan out his robberies step by step, going over every single detail to make sure he didn't mess up. For making one little mistake meant there was that much more chance he could get caught and he wasn't about to take that risk. Sebastien had a neat little ability which he'd had ever since he could remember and it came in handy all the time, the only problem was that it drew lots of attention to him.<br><br>Especially when he'd been a child. His parents thought that he was a genius and the government had paid special interest in him until Sebastien had realized what would happen if he kept this up. The government would take him away from his parents and make him into a lab rat or worse, force him to work for them for the rest of his life. Sebastien didn't want that and so when he'd turned fourteen he'd hid his talent and pretended as though it had been a phase he'd gone through and he was quite a convincing actor.<br><br>His parents and the government had been disappointed and life had returned to normal for him and that was the way he'd wanted it for Sebastien wished to keep his skills to himself. To do whatever he wanted with his life. And he'd discovered that what he wanted was to never work at a normal job for they were boring after a few months and drove him insane. But how else could he make a living? Being a thief, being the best thief the world had ever seen and Sebastien knew exactly how he was going to do that.<br><br>He would use his special skills. As time passed he became known as the <em>Ninja Thief</em> and his name was legendary which actually amused him. He hadn't wanted to become famous, all he'd wanted was for enough money to do whatever he wanted in life, the fame had come as a bonus. Three months from now, Sebastien Taylor, the <em>Ninja Thief</em> was going to steal jewelry from a notable store in Washington D.C. and then rob a famous bank shortly afterward, that was the plan. <br><br>And he knew exactly how to do it. He would wear a mustache, put in colored contact lenses and wear dark sunglasses and a hat to cover most of his face. It didn't matter if anyone saw his face for he was fairly unrecognizable unless his parents or the government agents that had been with him until he was fourteen saw him. Even then it was unlikely that they would think it was him, for why would they suspect Sebastien? He wasn't the type to become a master thief even though he was skilled.<br><br>Sebastien needed to scope out the area first though to see how things worked before he set his plan in motion and that was why he had to get a job. A temporary one until he'd managed to complete the job he'd come here to do. So he'd decided upon a teaching position even though he'd never been a teacher in his life and had no clue how to be one. Therefore, Sebastien went to the bookstore, looked up books on how to become a teacher, what was expected of them and what subjects were easiest to get into and out of.<br><br>Since he didn't want to start a math class for instance and then have to leave the students without a teacher for the rest of their semester. That would be just evil and Sebastien was not evil. He decided upon art for that was the easiest to get out of with short notice or none at all because they could replace him with anyone. So he researched schools and discovered a college where their current art teacher had just fallen ill and they needed a substitute teacher to step into her place for the rest of the semester.<br><br>It was a perfect cover and Sebastien applied and got in, reporting to the college the next day. Things had gone relatively well for the first week and then he began to notice that one of his students wasn't doing so good in his class and he started to think about her. Perhaps he could help her out since he wasn't going to be here long anyway and he decided to speak of the matter the following day in class. Professor Sebastien Taylor had short dark hair and deep blue eyes and looked to be around twenty-four years old.<br><br>This was actually his true appearance, what he rarely showed to anyone else but he had been wanting some truth lately, so he'd done it. It might be a mistake but he would be on his guard in case he had to pick up and run for it. Sebastien wore a necklace on a silver chain around his neck with a locket that none of his students have ever seen him open before. He also had a scar from the bottom of his ear down to his collarbone that was scabbing over which looked fairly recent but no one knows how he got it.<br><br>When he did head off to do this upcoming robbery he would simply draw on his scar and make it more elaborate instead of trying to cover it up. That should throw them off his trail for a bit and had all the other times he'd successfully carried out his robberies. Sebastien had decided that this character would be an interesting and open fellow, warm and caring and yet strict who wouldn't allow horseplay in his classroom. Professor Taylor would make things seem interesting and easy and would help anyone who had trouble with the class.<br><br>Someone who no one would expect could be responsible for what he really was which was perfect. Professor Taylor wore a different color suit for each day of the week so that his students wouldn't forget what day it was which was a fun thing he liked to do. Monday's suit was a tannish gold color, Tuesday was purple, Wednesday was dark blue, Thursday was dark green and Friday was dark red. Today was Monday. Sebastien carried on class as usual, letting his students know of what he expected of them today and then left them to their own devices.<br><br>When the bell rang he looked over at the female who had been having trouble in his class and signaled for her to come see him at his desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late in Life (Saku and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 20:20:38</strong>
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				The pages of the catalog flipped one by one, followed by soft sighs with each one. The slender well manicured fingers stopped to run down each page, one by one. Pausing, a highlighter was ran across a title, <em> Still Life Painting/Drawing </em>, in bright yellow.<br><br>Megan Hoffman had figured this sort of class would be a good stress relief. She enjoyed drawing, at least the little bit that she did in her sketch pad. It had been an idea of hers for years to take an official course in art and now that she was in a place in life to do so, here she was. It had been nearly fourteen years since high school and due to unfortunate life events, college had just never been an option for her. Her parents had passed not too long ago and left a good deal of inheritance for her, along with her stock options and the steady full time job doing medical transcripts, she finally had a place and time in her life to settle back and do what she wanted.<br><br>She sighed again and closed the course book and then looked to her paperwork again. <br><br><strong>'Am I really ready for this?"</strong><br><br>She shook her head a little and looked up to the siamese cat that sat on the chair arm beside her, as if Peppy could reply. She chuckled to herself and brushed her fingertips over the cats head scratching behind his ears a little before she tucked her papers into the pre-posted&nbsp; envelope and sealed it. There was no stopping now. <br><br>The weeks seem to fly by as she waited for the classes to start. She had been accepted and had paid for her tuiton and books. It was just a waiting game now, a wait and willpower to go actually go through with this, this time. She'd done this almost every year for the past three years. This was the first time the single woman had actually made it this far. Thoughts kept running through her mind. <br><br><em>What if the younger kids look at me like an old woman? What if I just can't do this? What if I fail? </em><br><br>Megan was an independent woman in her early thirties. She stood at an average height of five foot five and had a few extra pounds, but nothing that was out of proportion. With her waist long ginger colored hair cascading in ringlets, heart-shaped face, and dark chocolate eyes, one would think Megan would always have proper attention. Her pale skin and smatterings of freckles along with her voluptuous curves caused most men to see her as too good to be true. Some of them thought she had something to hide, that maybe she was psycho beneath all the loveliness. Megan had a good heart and it had caused her too much pain. She had been on a few dates, been engaged once, and dumped by more men than she cared to count. Now that she had her own house, car, and money, the men seemed to cling to her. She hated it and decided to stay out of clubs and lounges. Instead, she would stay home with Pepper, her cat. The only male in her life who gave her constant love with only the need of affection now and again.<br><br>The day had finally arrived before she knew it and somehow, dressed in her blue jeans and deep emerald sweater, she made her way to class. It wasn't so bad at first, but she realized she was struggling more than most of the others in class. The professor was attractive and younger than her, which sort of intimidated her a bit much.&nbsp; After about a week, she had known he was watching her and then he finally did it. He signaled her to stay after class. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later, hoping the later the better, even if her grades suffered. <br><br>She sighed a little and gathered up her things. As everyone else left the class she walked toward his desk. As she reached her destination she spoke in a soft yet nervous tone.<br><br><strong>"Yes Professor Taylor? Is something wrong?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late in Life (Saku and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 13:25:07</strong>
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				It was true, cats and other animal pets didn't tend to betray you or cause you grief as many humans did. Sebastien knew this all too well and he wondered what the world would be like if the animals ruled it instead of humans, might it be the same or different? If humans hadn't been in power, would they have changed their attitude towards things or would they have not changed in the slightest? Power did corrupt. Humans were weak. It all made sense.<br><br>Seb himself did not own any pets for his lifestyle was so erratic that it wouldn't be fair to the animal but he did like them and they seemed to get along well with him. He made his way around the classroom he was teaching art in and his eyes flickered over the students who were working on their creations and noticed that one of them in particular was struggling a bit. Sebastien didn't recall who this woman was but she wasn't that bad looking at all yet he wasn't here to pick up someone.<br><br>Especially not a student. He was here to teach those in this room the beauty of art. She was dressed in blue jeans and a deep emerald sweater, comfortable clothing for a class like this, obviously she wasn't trying to attract attention and he liked that. One thing he couldn't stand were people that tried to show off and grab a person by flaunting what they had be it money, power or looks. This woman was also different from the rest of his class, she looked older than the normal college students.<br><br>Sebastien suspected she was taking the class because she didn't have a degree for some reason. That was totally fine for everyone had situations that they couldn't get out of and just because you were older than most of the class didn't mean you couldn't pass. Seb would treat her fairly. However, he did want her to stay for a bit afterward so he could help her out enough so she wouldn't be struggling so much since he didn't wish to call attention to her for that would be rather embarrassing.<br><br>Not to him but probably for her and he didn't want to cause her unnecessary stress. It wasn't as though he was going to fail her for not doing well in his class the first week for there was much time to improve and with his help perhaps she would. Other teachers might not be so kind. "Oh no, nothing's wrong. I thought you could use some help and advice though since you seem to be struggling a bit. Tell me, what part do you have the most trouble with?"<br><br>He asked, an easy expression on his face as he waited to hear what she had to say for if he knew the source of the trouble he could correct it and then they could slowly work on the other things that were bothering her. Of course it was getting a bit late in the afternoon and so perhaps they would need to continue their conversation later on, either outside class or set aside some time another day. It wasn't as though Seb had anything he needed to do right now, so he could afford to talk to her for a bit.<br><br>It was around 3PM and he was getting a bit hungry though and he nodded to the door. "I'm getting a bit hungry, would you like to walk with me and get a snack? There's a great cafe only a few blocks away if you're interested." Seb said and started to gather his things together on the desk. Once he had managed to put away his notes, the textbook, his personal belongings and the keys to the school offices and his own home, Sebastien waited for Megan by the doorway.<br><br>He let a smile come to his face for the first time. "Are you coming?" Seb asked as he waited for a response or an action on Megan's part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late in Life (Saku and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 01:28:16</strong>
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				She almost blushed as he spoke. She had no idea that he realized she was struggling. Megan tried so hard to keep up good appearances. She didn’t want anyone to think she couldn’t do this, least of all herself or the professor. It had taken all she had to get to this point. She listened to him and figured she might as well get the help while he was offering. A slow and nervous smile spread over her face and she nodded some.<br><br><strong> “Well I can’t seem to get my proportions to come out right. The items on the top are either too small for there lower counterparts or too big. It’s the balance I’m having issues with.”</strong><br><br>Megan wasn’t bad at artwork, she enjoyed it, but sometimes it frustrated her when she couldn’t get it to perfection as she liked. Her handicap of obsessive compulsion was a hindrance and a help it seemed. She showed him her sketch pad where the drawing of still life they were working on could be seen. She had all the fruit from the bowl too large for the container they were settled in. In some cases, it was supposed to be that way, but in this case it was not true.<br><br>When he mentioned talking over dinner she almost inched away. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. Dinner, with a teacher. It had to be wrong, but then again it was only to discuss her problems with the work as well as fill their stomachs. She took in a small breath and then looked back up toward him. Her fingers gripped tight on her notebook as she blinked once then again. <br><br><strong> “Umm.. Oh.. yeah.. sure!” </strong><br><br>Was it rushed? She wasn’t sure. It just seemed odd to be asked to dinner to discuss things. She smoothed over her hair and offered a cheerful smile moving toward him with her things. She wasn’t really ready, she wasn’t really sure she wanted to do this, but she took in a deep and slow breath again, staving off any hyperventilation that might creep up. After&nbsp; moment she was standing next to him and waited for him to lead the way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late in Life (Saku and Josietta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 15:35:09</strong>
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				Ah so she was having trouble with the proportions. If someone had trouble with their drawing it was usually in that particular department so Sebastien wasn't really surprised this was the area she needed help in. Proportions were quite difficult for many people, there was something about getting the top, middle and bottom just right that was hard to do. They could talk about it over lunch which would be strictly professional, he wasn't looking to start up a relationship with anyone in this town.<br><br>Especially not now when he was on a job. When Megan opened up her sketchpad and showed him some of the drawings she had done, Sebastien took a quick look, skimming over the many figures she had done. They actually weren't that bad and he could see that some of the proportions were average and others were very bad but he did spot one which wasn't bad at all! In fact it was pretty good. It looked as though sometimes she could do proportions quite well.<br><br>And other times it was beyond her for some reason and he wanted to figure out what it meant. Perhaps she wasn't concentrating well enough on the others? Or had something distracted her? Or had it been completely the opposite? There were a variety of possibilities. Asking a student out for dinner would be a bit strange and so that was why he was simply asking her to lunch and it wasn't a date because he was hungry. He would have gone without her if she had declined his offer.<br><br>Lunch was simple and didn't mean anything. "Are you okay?" Sebastien asked with a raised brow, for he'd seen that Megan had been staring at him rather oddly and didn't quite know what to make of it all. Had she seen something about him that she recognized? No, that couldn't be it. He didn't look anything like his previous aliases. And she had been here all her life, it had said so in her student files, unless she was like him...but no, he was just indulging in his imagination.<br><br>"Oh if you're worried about your outfit, don't be. We can just go like this. It's not dinner after all! Do bring your sketchpad though and some pencils. I'll show you a few things when we get there to help you improve." Sebastien said, his tone light and casual so Megan would loosen up and relax a bit. He wasn't going to kill her, so what was she so nervous about? He turned to walk out of the door and went down the hallways towards the exit.<br><br>Crossing the street after looking both ways he headed over to the small cafe that was a few blocks away and held the door open for Megan. "Ladies first!" He said with a smile and waited for her to go in. Afterward he selected a nice little table outside away from the other people with a great view of the street and a waitress came over to bring them their menus and introduced herself as Rebecca to them, going away to bring them glasses of water.<br><br>Sebastien returned his attention to Megan once more. "Okay, so let's see those sketches again." He said and waited for her to show him.
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