Secrets [Kurzyk & Caeli]
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				Title: <strong>Secrets [Kurzyk &amp; Caeli]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 09:11:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>The morning rose over the university with the gentle beam of sunlight mixed with delicate drops of rain that had spattered through the night; coating the grounds with diamond sparkles. St Sebastian University was of the west coast's most prominent Ivy League schools and held distinction. The families of the students were of the most wealthy and distinguished members of society as such its campus was lavish with ornate columned buildings, bright green and neatly trimmed lawns and everything the wealthy could desire of their students.<br><br>It was such a morning that shone beginnings. For today, as the crowds filed into the various registration buildings and offices, he silently walked with a grin. Beginning of the day was his favorite. Sure the night had its perks, to which he thoroughly enjoyed, but it was the morning that found his heart; such as it was. <br><br>Heading up the stairs, he reached his office. A note was tacked on his door. "Meeting with the Dean 9a. Left you coffee black just as you like. -D" Glancing briefly at some paperwork on his desk, he turned and made his way down the hall towards the Office of Professor Henry Tunstill, dean of faculty.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>This would be a wonderful opportunity - not only getting into this university as a grad student, but also getting chosen to be a T.A. for one of the best professors in their field (supposedly; or at least, that's what she'd read about him). Theresa had done a little bit of research on the man, but she'd been busy, what with flying to the United States, looking for housing, moving her stuff into her new place, and looking for a part time job in the area, all on her own. But it was nostalgic, being back in the United States after being in France for a few years.<br>&nbsp;<br>And it was almost irony. The name of the professor she was to be an aide for was the same as the professor she'd crushed on in high school. Of course, she'd forgotten about him after moving to France, but... it was a nice bit of fantasy. He'd been - probably still was - a very handsome, charming young man, though he wasn't so young now.<br>&nbsp;<br>Theresa smiled as she strode down the hallway of the department building. She nodded and smiled at a professor walking towards her as she opened the door and entered the dean's office.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>Dr. Tunstill was a fastidious man. Locked away in the analogues of manuals, policy and university politics, he was a former professor of sociology, on several boards of trustees and a master of being a major pain in the ass. He stood to be the law with the faculty and dressed in a brown suit, bow tie and mostly bald, save the tufts of hair over his ears he was.<br><br>In the background violins from Vivaldi's Four Seasons played Winter with such charm that old Henry himself found himself humming while pouring over the piles of paperwork scattered on his desk. As much as he hated registration day, music calmed him, and found the one nerve that made the headaches cease; at least for a moment.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>Theresa knocked on the door as she entered, giving the man sitting behind the desk a warm smile as she entered. "Good morning. I was told to meet the dean here for a 9am appointment?" She asked, her voice lilting in a slight accent.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>Scarcely looking up he cleared his throat and muttered, "Yea have a seat." Grumblingly he reached over and turned down the music. Pulling out a small notebook he flipped the pages and put on a pair of thick brown glasses.<br><br>"Ahh yes," he growled. "Ms de... lise. De lil?" He stumbled through the last name and scarcely gave it a notice. So long as she was on time and did her job he could care less.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>Theresa nodded, even though she knew that the dean wasn't watching her. "It's de L'isle," she corrected, rhyming her name with eel, saying it again for his benefit (even though she wasn't entirely sure he was listening to her). Still, the smile didn't disappear from her face - it was early yet, after all, and she had yet to meet the professor she would be helping out.<br>&nbsp;<br>She glanced at her watch. Where was he?<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>"Right right," he muttered and sat back in his chair. Staring at her for a moment his beady eyes pierced through the thick glasses as the clock on the wall ticked. Finally after what seemed hours, the door opened and in he walked. <br><br>Somewhat tall, over 6 feet but not too tall, he casually strode in. His black leather bag slung over his shoulder and as he saw her sitting there, grinned slightly. He had dark eyes and a firm build. Dressed in a blue power shirt under a black suit he smiled at the smudge of a man seated behind the desk. "Hello there Henry how are things this morning?"<br><br>"You're late," Dr Tunstill grumbled. Pointing to her, "This is Ms." struggling for a moment, "well she'll introduce herself to you. She's to be your assistant this year."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>She blinked, fighting the urge to turn around and watch as her professor came in. No sense in doing so, after all - she'd be working with him all year. But the footsteps sounded sure and firm; the sound of the door closing, subtle but hardly nervous.<br>&nbsp;<br>And of course not. Why would he be? He was the professor, after all. If anyone should be nervous, it was her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Theresa looked witheringly at the finger the dean pointed at her, a faint dislike coloring her cheeks before it disappeared. Some Americans could be so crass.<br>&nbsp;<br>She stood up, smoothing down her white pencil skirt. She stuck out her hand, then tilted her head back slightly to get her first look at her professor. She blinked, a little surprised at first, then masked it and smiled, putting in all the French charm she could manage into it. "I'm Theresa de L'isle," she murmured smoothly, shaking his hand and resisting the urge to finger the black ribbon choker around her neck. This man bore an uncanny resemblance to her high school teacher... "It's quite a pleasure to meet you, sir."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>He looked at her. Her eyes seemed familiar, yet the accent while cute he couldn't place her name. Extending his hand, his grip embraced hers with a firm yet warm embrace; his fingers covered with a ring on one of them. "Its... a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms. Theresa de L'isle." His voice was melodic yet commanding and yet there was a dark sadness behind it. He smiled and turned back to Dr Tunstill. "Not to worry professor, she's in good hands and we have much to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Secrets [Kurzyk &amp; Caeli]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 07:31:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>She nodded in greeting, then turned and nodded to the dean of professors politely. She didn't much like the man, and she'd only just met him. Well, at least she wouldn't have to deal with him much.<br>&nbsp; <br>"Have a good morning, sir," she said, before following her professor out the door, and closing it just in time to let a sigh. <br>&nbsp; <br>"I don't believe I caught your name, professor...?" She addressed him calmly, politely. Of course he couldn't be the same man. That had been years ago, besides - and what were the chances that she would see him again?<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>"Just make sure you get your SRs in on time this year!" Tunstill barked and turned up his music. Burying himself in paperwork he resigned himself to the fact that they were no longer there and soon would be able to have a snip of the brandy in his desk.<br><br>Still not able to place her, the business professor had the faint feeling he had seen her before. Of course having taught for a long time, he'd seen hundreds if not thousands of students. As he opened the door, he smiled a professional look of practiced cordiality and asked, "Have we met before?" <br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>Theresa blinked, faintly disappointed, but she didn't think he would have remembered her anyway. "Ah... no, I don't think so. I thought you resembled one of my old teachers, but it's probably just my imagination," she said with a polite smile. It was actually probably better that he hadn't introduced himself yet - she would rather forget about how she had always tried to catch his eye in various ways when she'd been younger. A teacher that handsome - if he was even that same teacher - had probably seen all the tricks girls had tried on him. Another pretty girl was simply one more joining the herd.<br>&nbsp; <br>"Anyway. What kind of things will you need me to help out with? I haven't purchased the textbooks for your classes yet, so I'll also need those, and a syllabus if you have a copy..."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>Slowly opening the door, it creaked and led out to the old hall of the Academic building. "Please I insist, after you." He smiled and realizing her eagerness... "Well I'll need someone to assist with the students, grading, tracking absence, and with the SR as Tunstill points it."<br><br>He paused for a moment and thought as if it were a decision, "My name is professor Ivanov. Marcus Ivanov and what school are you referring? I did teach in a high school before this."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>Smiling, she walked through the door when he opened it, nodding as he listed the things he wanted her to help out with. "Of course. I'll be a little bit new to some of this, since I've been studying in England for the past few years, but I'll try my best to catch on quickly," she said earnestly.<br>&nbsp; <br>When he stopped, she did the same, looking up at him as she did so. "Ivano-" He said his name. Theresa blinked, and only by the skin of her teeth did she manage an overly-bright smile. "Ah..." She stalled. Should she lie? But it was already too late, the name of the school was already out of her mouth. "East Rowan Academy," she murmured faintly. "But I'm sure I must be mistaken."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>He stopped in the hallway and looked at her. "East Rowan... yes, I remember. I taught economics there for a few years, while completing my application to the graduate program." He looked wistful and looked off in the distance, as the halls were filled with posters of <em>Welcome Freshmen!</em> and other events to come. While still quiet, they held the feel of busy-ness to come as he slowly walked. <br><br>She was a curiosity to him. He had seen many students but there was something about her he couldn't place. Not something to pursue, stay focused, he told himself. And as they reached the office marked Professor Ivanov, his thoughts did focus. Grasping the old metal doorknob he turned and opened it for her. "Please, come in and we'll discuss the details."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>She breathed a silent sigh of relief when he didn't seem to catch on that she'd known him. That was good.<br>&nbsp; <br>Following him into his office, Theresa waited a little nervously by the doorway as he closed the door after them. "Is there somewhere you want me to sit?"<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>As she moved in front of him and through the doorway, he snuck a peek at her. Startled by her question he looked up and then gained his composure. "Yes please," he gestured to the chair in front of the dark mahogany desk. "Here would be fine."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>"Of course. Is there some way you want me to address you? Professor, sir... Marcus?" Theresa asked, testing the waters, still smiling tentatively as she smoothed out her dress and sat down.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>Seated at his desk he picked up a folder and casually remarked, "You may call me Professor." He gave her a stern look followed by a calm smile. "It... seems fitting no?" <br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>She flushed a little bit, but nodded obediently. "Of course, I don't have a problem with that," she said coolly, dodging his question. He was arrogant - almost insufferably so. "Professor." She added the last as an afterthought, then smiled brightly. "So. Syllabus, please?"<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>Her expression had seemed irritated possibly or perhaps indignant. Whatever it was, it was cute he thought as his dark brown eyes studied her. Perhaps it was the European influence that made her seem different. There was something ...<br><br>Leaning back in the chair he mused, "So... East Rowan eh? I'm sorry Theresa I don't remember you. Did you have one of my classes?"<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>Had she had him for economics? Theresa didn't remember; only that she remembered staring, sometimes, and then getting caught. It was a good thing she was no longer into hair dyes and crazy hair styles; returning to Europe, getting a job, and going to college had calmed her down quite a bit, almost as if the partying days from high school hadn't ever existed.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I'm sure I must simply be mistaken, Professor," she answered calmly. "Perhaps I saw you in the halls while walking to class, or delivered messages from the faculty and other teachers."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>"Possibly," he said and thought for a moment. How old could she be? Calm it teach, he told himself. You already have 'obligations.' This would get very sticky if she got too close. <br><br>With a sigh he looked around. "Well then, I think we're done here. For now just get ready for your classes and we'll go from there. Say meet every Friday?"<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>She nodded, still watching him with a faint irritation in her eyes. There was something, but.... she couldn't put her finger on what it was that was brushing against her senses, like he was hiding something but she didn't know what it was to label. "Of course. What time should I meet you here, Professor?"<br><br>Theresa flipped through the papers she'd received from the dean, then looked up. "Oh. I'm not sure if you have this already, but this is a copy of my resume, so you know what I'm here to study. I'll be taking my leave then, Professor Ivanov."<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>Glancing at her resume he decided to try something. Unsure of where it would lead, he acted on a hunch. "Ms Theresa before you leave. Put your books down on the chair and stand in front of the desk." His voice was steady yet commanding; as if he knew exactly everything in the room and was in complete control.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>She had already gotten up, smoothing down the skirt, and now looked back at the professor, wondering what he wanted. "Do you need something, sir?" Theresa asked, turning back around. As he'd instructed, she put her books down on the chair, then stood in the front of the desk, one hand toying idly with the black ribbon choker around her neck.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kurzyk</strong></span><br><br>Slowly and with a growing curiosity he stood and walked around the desk. His face was intense and held an electricity in his eyes. She was quite interesting.. much better than the last assistant. Or at least there was promise. Standing behind her he looked her up and down as if sizing her up. <br><br>Time passed with the ticking of the wall clock, as he stood there deep in thought. Finally he spoke with a finality, "Very well, off you go. And remember we meet after this friday's class on economics." Opening the door he smiled as the energy of the room picked up from the stillness that had occupied it.<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Caeli</strong></span><br><br>When he stood, then scanned her body with his eyes, her own narrowed skeptically, staring back rather rudely as he looked her up and down. "Something I can help you with, Professor Ivanov?" She asked, her tone rather acid-like in its bite. Theresa decided suddenly that he... rubbed her nerves wrongly. She didn't know why and she didn't know how, but there was something about him that she was reacting to, and Theresa wished quite fervently that it wasn't so.<br><br>As they stared, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Then as suddenly as it had come, the tension disappeared, and Theresa felt like she had been released from the grip of something dangerous. "It's... professor!" Her voice was frustrated, and uncertain. "What..." What was that all about?<br><br>"... I'll see you on Friday," she finally said, picking up her things and all but fleeing from his office.
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