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Post by Principal Hanston on May 17, 2011 18:44:22 GMT -7
Ethel was pretty sure she was the oldest person in the bar, but the white-haired reincarnate couldn't care less; some of the servers knew her by name by now. The Happy Cacti, with it's goofy-smiled mascot was a common retreat to the principal from the local boarding school. She sipped her whiskey, leaning comfortably back on her stool against the bar, listening to the music. The students were at some bonfire, and so she'd decided to summon the teachers not for a staff meeting, but a little bit of fun. If they didn't show, she supposed she'd find someone to strike up a conversation with, but out of work chats with her coworkers could be quite fun anyways. The elementary students thought teachers lived ta school, the middle school kids thought teachers weren't up to date, and the high school kids thought the teachers were clueless. Ha! Lies on so many levels. Ethel knew more about the students than they'd like to believe. The who's who of RSOR, the fact Talia had indeed spiked the punch on Halloween, and most of the wax museum capers (not only had she read Sylents papers, she'd been there) and that the boys dorm windows that had been broken in were likely the result of the Wright brothers.
For now, though, the queen reincarnated wanted to leave work behind and have a good night out.
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Post by Felicity Anne Hoffman on May 17, 2011 20:59:35 GMT -7
Fun? Felicity was always up for some fun! Ethel Hanston was a wonderful person to work for. Felicity's antics have landed her in hot water at another school, but Ethel could deal with Felicity's eccentricities. In addition, once one got to know Ethel...well, she was quite a bit of fun herself! One wouldn't expect it just looking at her. She looked older than her physical age (though she truly was older, unbeknownst to Felicity, as she was a normal), but yet didn't let that get to her. Felicity hoped that when she turned grey, she would be like Ethel. She'd hate to think that she would be one of those old ladies who turned bitter. As Felicity entered the bar, she couldn't help but hope that Jethro would turn up. She knew that he had his son, Charlie, to worry about (and she found the little boy adorable), but she also looked forward to the chance to see Jethro outside of work. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. As Felicity arrived, she spotted only the high school principal. Oh well, no big deal. The redhead took a seat next to the older woman and waved over the bartender. "I'll have a tequila sunrise. Thanks!"[/color] She then turned to the principal and grinned. "Great idea, Ethel."[/color] Word count: 228 To: Teachers Notes: Whee |
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Post by Principal Hanston on May 21, 2011 9:47:48 GMT -7
She supposed it only made sense she showed up first, it was her idea and that made her the host, but it wasn't a lot of fun, that was certain. Hanston might have looked older than she was, but she certainly did act younger, and felt younger (her performance at the Principal's convention just cemented that) and well, wanted to party a little.
Hanston. thankfully, wasn't waiting long before a bit of red hair was seen entering the bar, and coming to sit down beside her. Felicity, perhaps the most eccentric teacher (reincarnate or otherwise) Hanston had met, let alone hired. But she liked the girl. Her teaching style was unique - so was her clothing and her personality was quite fun. "Felicity! Nice to see someone's shown up!" The older woman said with a laugh, as the other teacher ordered her drink. "I just figured we ought to have fun while the chance of bumping into our students is not so high." She didn't mind running into her students, but it always had a certain level of awkward, particularly at bars. "So how's life been treating you?"
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Post by jethro on May 21, 2011 18:33:24 GMT -7
 IF YOU CAN GO TO THE SHOW HURRY UPand get back to me. tonight we meet underground [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • TEACHERS AWYEE ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] “But Daddy! I don’t need a ‘sitter!”
[/color] the four year old whined, throwing himself on to the floor and spreading out his limbs like a star shape. He kicked his feet and made a fuss as Jethro put on his jacket and adjusted his belt a notch. Charlie, I’m going whether you like it or not. Hug me now or forever hold your peace,”[/color] he said in a stern tone, crouching down and opening his arms. Reluctantly the little boy picked himself up, dragging his feet across the floor and giving the most half assed hug in the history of hugs. He stood and ran over the routine with the babysitter, letting her know that he would probably be home quite late and if that was the case she was free to use the spare bedroom if she got tired. You know, the typical stuff before he was finally able to get into his car and drive over to The Happy Cat for some fun. Ethel was an amazing woman to work with, having yet to protest to the odd days when Charlie had to hang around the school. It wasn’t often but it did happen every now and then it was inevitable. It was also inevitable that Jethro couldn’t help but be pretty damn excited when he saw that Felicity was there, walking up to Ethel and Felicity with a grin on his scruffy face. “Well hello ladies,”[/color] he greeted in his usual chipper tone. How are we doing this fine evening?”[/color] He pulled up out an empty chair and tossed his jacket over the back of it before sitting down. “Gin and tonic please,”[/color] he ordered quickly. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 272 lyrics: the matches, audio blood notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Felicity Anne Hoffman on May 24, 2011 10:27:48 GMT -7
Felicity smiled at Ethel's greeting. "Wouldn't miss it. All work and no play makes...well, I don't think we have any teachers named Jack, but you know what I mean."[/color] They had a student who happened to be the reincarnation of Jack the Ripper, but Felicity remained unaware of that, due to her 'normal' status. Normal, of course, meaning non-reincarnate...not necessarily normal by any other definition of the word. "Oh, me too."[/color] Though she didn't care as much if her students saw her hanging out at the bar. This likely had no small part to due with the fact that she was only legal to drink for ten years in the first place. She was still fairly young, where teachers were concerned. "Life's been treating me well. Have a few reluctant students that I'm trying to engage...some with more success than others."[/color] Felicity made a face, clearly frustrated at her lack of ability to get through to some students. She also didn't look like she was going to take no for an answer, which could be seen as both a strength and a weakness in this concern. Felicity was handed her drink just as a male teacher came to join the two females. Felicity did not even try to hide the huge grin that came across her face at the sight of this teacher - She was by no means coy in any respect. "Jethro! Glad to see you could make it!"[/color] She blurted out in a much more chipper tone than before. She was about to pat the chair next to him and tell him that he could sit down, but he was already in the process of doing so before she could even say it. "I'm doing quite well."[/color] Felicity responded to Jethro. Jethro likely wouldn't notice it, but Ethel probably would notice that Felicity's evening seemed to be a lot more fine upon Jethro's entrance at the table. Word count: 350 To: Teachers Notes: None |
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Post by isaaclincoln on May 27, 2011 10:42:04 GMT -7
 Isaac did not drink. Ever. Under any circumstances. He had made that decision in his previous life and had chosen not to change his mind in this one. Sure, it made him a bit boring–as though he wasn’t anyway–but that honestly didn’t bother him. He couldn’t think of any time when he would want to go out drinking for fun, anyway. In high school and college, he had observed some friends who did not share his opinion of alcohol, watched them get “wasted” and make fools of themselves–he was pretty sure that a couple of them had come away with DUIs for their trouble as well. He found himself, however, stopping his car in front of the ridiculously-named “Happy Cacti” bar in Riverdale. Felicity had invited him, though he supposed she’d actually only reminded him of the invitation, which had gone out to all the teachers at Riverdale, given that the students were having some other kind of get-together.
He went in only reluctantly. There was no real excuse for him not to; he could tell a good story, something like that–he was good at that and always had been. Socializing wasn’t really a problem for him. But he didn’t know which of the Riverdale staff was going to show up, and he didn’t really know any of them except Principle Hanston and his friend Jethro…well, and Felicity, but he wasn’t really sure what kind of relationship they had. He didn’t know if he would go so far as to call her a friend.
The sight that met his eyes was not terribly disappointing, however. Jethro was already there, and it made him feel a good deal more comfortable coming in. Hanston was there as promised, of course, and Felicity–no surprise, since she’d been the one to send him the e-mail, to practically insist that he should come. He tried to smile like he wanted to be there–not that he minded quite as much now–and took a seat beside Jethro. “Looks like you’ll be needing a designated driver by the end of the night,” he said, and there was at least an easiness to his tone that made things a bit less awkward.
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Post by Principal Hanston on May 29, 2011 19:06:16 GMT -7
At first, it seemed that Felicity was going to be the only one to show up. That wasn't something Ethel minded, but it wasn't much of a party, now was it? Not that she'd be asked to dance, looking a decade older than she did, or anything like that. But a party was fun, and kind of the idea. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. I remember when that phrase was almost new." Ethel laughed as she took another sip of her whiskey. The phrase was, in fact, old as dirt and older than she was in this life, that was for sure. But to Felicity, that was a joke, and to her, well, it was just about true, if you factored in the past.
Hanston was about to asked about what problems she was having with the problem students when a second teacher arrived, one that spent of of his time in the school shop areas. "'Evening, Jetho,"
She said with a nod, and that was about all she got in as the redhead beside her began to speak. She had to bite down on her tongue to hide a smile. She knew a crush when she saw one, and now was quite curious to see if Jetho had the same feelings for her. That would be cute, she had to admit. Office romances were risky things, she knew that quite well, but even so...maybe they'd get together or something sometime.
Hey, at least she wasn't doing the same with the students.
And with one came another, someone she thought might not show. Issac, who didn't drink, and one of the other reincarnates on staff. But, he had a point. They were doing to need a DD by the end of this. "We probably will." Hanston mused. "I could call my husband, but I tell you, he practically considers going about forty racing." It was an irritant, that one was, but she did most of the driving, anyways.
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Post by jethro on Jun 1, 2011 17:50:24 GMT -7
IF YOU CAN GO TO THE SHOW HURRY UPand get back to me. tonight we meet underground [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • TEACHERS AWYEE ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Drinking was something that Jethro did in moderation given his history with Charlie’s mother. Though, even before that he hadn’t really been one to get drunk on a regular basis. He was a social drinker, having a beer or two every now and then but cutting himself off there. That, and Jethro couldn’t hold his alcohol very well. His hangovers were fierce and vengeful, and with a son to take care of he really didn’t have the time to be grumpy and throwing up all morning. Never the less, he was going to join the teacher at the affectionately named “Happy Cacti”. Just because he wasn’t really planning on getting drunk didn’t mean he couldn’t join them and have a great time. It was nice to see his co-workers outside of the school, and it was nice to be around mature adults. Frankly, if he had to spend tonight painting Charlie’s nails again he would probably snap. Every day this week the boy had asked for a new color. “Glad I could make it,”
[/color] he chuckled happily as he sat. “Evening to you Ethel, you look quite ravishing tonight. You finally find the fountain of youth?[/color] came his affectionate greeting, smirking playfully. “Charlie wasn’t too excited about having to be babysat. He thinks that now that he doesn’t need a nightlight he can take care of himself,”[/color] he joked, glad to hear that she was doing well. His drink was handed to him quickly given that it was a simple one just in time to watch Isaac walk up. He gave his friend and fellow teacher a nod of his head in greeting, taking a moment to sip his drink and hope that Ethel hadn’t picked up on his affectionate feelings for Felicity. Though, the woman seemed to know everything. And by everything he meant everything. “No kidding,”[/color] he said in reply to Isaac’s designated driver remark. “We could always pitch in for a cab,”[/color] he shrugged, not really fond of the idea of being driven home by the man who considered forty racing. He hated slow drivers. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 348 lyrics: the matches, audio blood notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Felicity Anne Hoffman on Jun 2, 2011 20:43:59 GMT -7
Felicity wasn't going to put a limit on her drinking tonight. She didn't see the point. They were out to have fun, so why worry about how many glasses you were drinking? She wasn't going to make a habit of it, but it was just one night. She rarely ever drank otherwise, so it was highly doubtful that she would become an alcoholic just from doing this. Speaking of alcohol, Felicity's tequila sunrise arrived...along with another very welcome face. Felicity usually wasn't the best at concealing how she felt, and this time was no different - She shot a very surprised look at Isaac as he pulled up a chair and took a seat on the other side of Jethro. Sure, she'd sent him an email nagging him to go, but that didn't mean that she wasn't surprised that he'd actually listened. "Good, you came! You need a break from work, and I think this is the perfect opportunity. Right, Ethel?"[/color] She practically beamed at this, then looked back at Jethro as he explained about Charlie. "Well, if he's feeling brave, let him. Just let him know that if he ever does get scared you'll be there for him."[/color] Felicity shrugged. It seemed logical enough to her. Obviously the little boy wanted some independence, and had a recent boost in his self-esteem. That was good. However, he still needed to know his daddy was there when he needed him. It was clear by the smile on her face that she adored Jethro's little boy, which was a plus if her feelings for Jethro panned out. "We could. Think we could pull in enough fare with the four of us combined...is anyone else coming?"[/color] The redhead looked around, then looked across at Isaac, upon seeing that he hadn't ordered anything yet. "What are you going to have?"[/color] Isaac didn't seem like he drank much, but she hoped he'd order something. Word count: 345 To: Teachers Notes: |
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Post by Principal Hanston on Jun 9, 2011 18:43:33 GMT -7
Binge-drinking probably wasn't the smartest move for anyone, let alone someone at her age...but to hell with it. She had gotten over the phase "and i really am the Queen of England" and moved into a different sort of thinking, one that drew on the past, but wasn't as tied to it as it had been for teens, and it still was for some the very oldest (biologically) reincarnates she knew. Life went on for her, she supposed. (Of course, she did stay up to unearthly morning hours to watch the royal wedding live and see what Liz 2 had decided to wear - she would have went for blue, herself - but neither here nor there).
Hanston raised greying eyebrow at Jetho's comments about the fountain of youth, and smirked slightly. "Old news, my friend. I ditched it for the philosopher's stone." She said with a laugh, looking between Felicity and Jethro as the conversation turned to Charlie. Yes, there was definitely something there, but she wasn't about to say so. "Oh, just wait until he can go to school on his own, then I tell you..." Hanston laughed, reminiscing slightly. "I've gone through that one twice with my own, and then with my grandchildren." Children. She hadn't had them last time, for reasons of courtly matters, but this time, that didn't hold her back. A "commoners life" could be a fine one, at times.
"Whatever we do to get home, we shan't be using my husband. He's been terrified of hitting skateboarders ever since one careened into my car, too." That had been an awkward moment, when a particular sophomore had ended up on the hood of her vehicle - uninjured, thankfully. "Unless, of course, Issac would like to take us...and even then, I don't mind pitching in for gas."
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Post by clarascarlett on Jun 16, 2011 11:27:39 GMT -7
 THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )
Clara was not the kind of girl who went to a bar, sat there, and drank with friends. She hadn't been that kind of girl as Queen and she sure as hell wasn't that kind of girl now. Why did socializing require inebriation for it to be fun and enjoyable? She really did not understand. But she was a person to keep up appearances, so that was what she was going to do. Clara concentrated on maintaining a friendly, personable image. And she was going to do just that by walking in this crazy bar tonight. She would not be partying or getting wasted, but she would go a little bit outside her comfort zone and hopefully get a little bit closer to some of the coworkers that irked her. And if not? She did have the few people on staff she was friends with.
Clara wore a powder blue long sleeved dress that accentuated her golden hair. If there was one thing Clara prided herself in, it was her sense of style. She knew how to look good. Her hair was half up, half down and she carried a brown clutch. By focusing on her appearance that evening, Clara had convinced herself that going to a bar would be fine. As she walked into the slightly hazy room, she wasn't so sure. She stood there for a few minutes, lost. The deer in headlights look disappeared from her face as she spotted flaming red hair next to cropped white hair. She had found her group. The crowd surged in the direction opposite of the way she wanted to go, but after some tricky navigation and a sharp stomp of her heel on a very drunken (and very grabby) man, she made it to the safe haven of people she knew.
She perched precariously upon a bar stool at the end of the line, next to Isaac. She gave a slightly nervous half-smile to everyone. "Hullo!" she said brightly. Though she had lived in America for two-thirds of this life, her English accent was always a slight presence with every word she said. "I hope everyone's doing well tonight!" Her sunny personality was a trademark at Riverdale, though no one really knew much about the depression she had to keep at bay every single day. Being a reincarnate was very difficult for Clara. Tonight, she would forget about that other part of her though. If they were at a bar, she might as well use alcohol to help with that. "Sex on the Beach, in a shooter, please. Not the big size." Clara couldn't handle much alcohol because she was tiny and didn't plan on much more than something small. So she just settled in and listened to the conversation.
THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )W O R D S • 535
T A G G E D • Teachers
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • First post as Clara!
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Post by jethro on Jun 19, 2011 3:16:10 GMT -7
IF YOU CAN GO TO THE SHOW HURRY UPand get back to me. tonight we meet underground [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • TEACHERS AWYEE ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] A few drinks were brought over, Jethro’s gin and tonic included, and he immediately took to taking a nice swig of it. He savoured the burn in his throat, a burn he hadn’t felt in a while. He was usually far too busy with his effeminate son to have time for casual drinking. He felt that because of his ex it would be a bad idea to drink around Charlie, even if it was just one harmless can of beer. He was afraid that his son would associate it with something horrible even if he was far too young to remember most of what his mother used to do. It was a nice change to be around adults. “A break from scaring monsters from under the bed and scaring students into not misusing the tools,”
[/color] he joked, grinning happily. Even if it was with others, he was still glad to be in Felicity’s company. “See, he’s definitely big enough to sleep without his nightlight, but given that he can’t even see over the sink yet I think it’s a bit too soon to leave him by himself.”[/color] It didn’t matter how persistently Charlie protested, he was still getting a babysitter. He chuckled as Ethel went along with his joke, leaning back comfortably again and setting his glass on the table in front of him “Ohoho, you fancy, huh?”[/color] he continued to joke. He actually wouldn’t put it past Ethel to have the philosopher’s stone, mythical or not. She seemed like the type. “Well, he’s in pre-school and he’s doing alright so far. The other day he informed Felicity and myself that he—”[/color] He paused, turning to watch Clara approach them and sit down. Hey,”[/color] he greeted casually before continuing. “That he put sand in a girl’s milk because she spills juice on kids pants to make it look like they pissed their pants,”[/color] he finished with a laugh. He wasn’t even going to scold Charlie for that; it was too funny. “Assuming Isaac can fit us all in his car...”[/color] [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 341 lyrics: the matches, audio blood notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Felicity Anne Hoffman on Jun 20, 2011 20:34:57 GMT -7
The thirty-something woman sipped from her tequila sunrise, simply enjoying her drink as Jethro and Ethel discussed children. She'd never had them, though she wanted to. Felicity thought she'd be quite good with children. She'd always enjoyed teaching them, and she quite liked Charlie, she had to admit. She wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to do the whole pregnancy bit, though. That part scared her a little. That, and the fact that she wasn't going to settle down with just any guy meant that she was a thirty-one year old woman who still had yet to marry or have children. To some that might be old, but it suited Felicity just fine. It was her life, after all, she could live it how she wanted to. "We'll find a way to get home. Though I think we should wait for Isaac's input before we decide that we're going to pile up in his car. We don't even know if his car will carry all four..."[/color] The redhead trailed off as another woman joined their little camaraderie. "Make that five of us."[/color] When Jethro recounted the story Charlie told them at the cafe, Felicity let out a genuine laugh once more. Oh, she loved that little boy. "I should introduce him to Claudius some time, I think he'd love him."[/color] Realizing that not everyone present would know about her dear pet, she decided to elaborate. "My pet tarantula."[/color] She stated, as if she were talking about a cat or dog...rather than a big hairy spider. Word count: 394 To: Teachers Notes: |
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Post by Principal Hanston on Jun 21, 2011 18:59:44 GMT -7
Hanston had been hoping for a nice night. And in fact, she thought it was headed that way, as more and more of her coworkers arrived. She nodded and waved to Clara before taking a sip of her drink. She didn't feel the generation gap at all among them. They were friends, and co-workers. Maybe I'm getting old, She mused to herself, So old it doesn't even matter.
But then again, teenagers could be just as dramatic as their teachers. There Felicity and Jethro were, flirting away, and Issac being quiet with himself, and now...
Well now. Clara and Felicity were having at it. Their boss watched briefly, practically able to feel the tension. Can we say cat fight? Well, okay. It wasn't that obvious, but you only had to be a Tudor to know how simple things tended to result in...be headings, Bloody Mary (you think you have problems with YOUR sister?!), and other issues involving family and coworkers dropping dead. Ethel spoke up again, and instead of addressing the subject of children right away, took a jab at the two before it could even begin. "Some like the stuff, others prefer moderation. It doesn't really matter, as long as no one passes out and dies. " She finished with a laugh. They were all functioning adults here, so she would trust them."You only live once. " The reincarnation added with a laugh.
"Which reminds me, I'd love to try feeding Claudius sometime. It's on my bucket list." Hanston couldn't say she'd keep a tarantula as a pet. That didn't seem like the brightest of ideas for herself. But that didn't mean she didn't want to see it. Now, if the thing tried to crawl up her arm she'd probably flail around a lot and fall over and break a hip or something, and that would be awkward. Not a scenario she wanted to explore, so she took a long drink instead.
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Post by jethro on Jun 24, 2011 22:36:06 GMT -7
IF YOU CAN GO TO THE SHOW HURRY UPand get back to me. tonight we meet underground [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • TEACHERS AWYEE ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Had Jethro given this a bit more thought, he would have brought his truck along. It would fit them all, but it was a bit older and one of those cars you had to get used to to drive properly. Either that or his sister being in town; she would gladly offer a ride in her minivan assuming she wasn’t working. For the time being they could pool for a cab and make sure they mentioned needing a van. Usually Khala didn’t mind doing him a favour or two given Jethro had made most of the furniture currently in her house. “We’ll figure something out,”
[/color] he shrugged optimistically, giving a little grin. His eyes moved between the two young women, frowning at their words. “Let’s save the hostility for the teenagers, shall we?”[/color] he remarked in a casual tone, as if he was waving away the negative vibes. And then Felicity mentioned a tarantula and his eyes couldn’t help but widen. He squirmed a bit in his seat and tried to act like nothing was bothering him but he was failing at that and failing something fierce. “You have a...tarantula?”[/color] he gulped and grabbed his drink again, downing a good portion of it and attempting to hide how terrified of spiders he was. Honestly, he tried to get Charlie to squish them before he even considered doing it. They were scary and creepy and just no. No. He didn’t like itty bitty ones. He hated even bigger ones. Tarantulas were his worst nightmare. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 253 lyrics: the matches, audio blood notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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