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Post by Selena Winchester on Jul 17, 2011 21:45:09 GMT -5
 
Selena had been hearing some talk lately around the campus that was impossible to ignore. The gods and goddesses were landing, but she kept her mouth shut since she didn't want to end up on anyone's bad side for letting her lips slip. The biology teacher walked into the Teacher's Lounge and poured herself a new cup of coffee and grabbed the daily newspaper. Not all of the teachers here were demigods, which made it dangerous to pass around such information in their presence. She had her best friend Adrianne Blair, were pretty good at keeping things quiet when they needed to. Selena wasn't getting her hopes up about her mother Athena, since nobody had sighted her yet.
The gloriously offbeat teacher still had her lab glasses and apron on from a recent lab her students had done with electricity. She had never electrocuted anyone, yet. Her sleek black hair was tied back in a low ponytail, her curly bangs framing her fair skinned face. Her eyes were as blue and bubbly as always, lined with a black liner to make the color pop more than it already did.
With anything possible, Selena sat back and began to read her newspaper.
hey it’s, complete!
cause you’re awesome, anyone
they’re all, word count
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “blah!”
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Post by Kegan Fife on Jul 17, 2011 23:30:33 GMT -5
I'm not coming to you're dorm room,
[/color] Kegan growled into the phone. He was laying on one of the little sick beds in the back, the wireless phone in his hand against his ear. The bed was far too short for the man, and his legs hung off the end. On the phone was some kid, Kegan had forgotten his name. The twerp had called the office, crying that he had a weird bug bite on his arm; and he was scared it was infected, or poisoned or something. Shut up, and listen. It's probably a spider bite. If you don't have a fever, and you aren't puking your guts up, you are fine. Get some peroxide, get a band-aid, and leave me the hell alone unless you have a real problem.[/color] Before the kid could protest, Kegan hit the end button and disconnected the call. All that drama over a spider bite? What's wrong with kids? Kegan sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He rubbed his thighs, and stood up. Phone in hand, he made his way out to the front of the bright white office. He sat the phone down on the desk, and stretched. He had to get out of this stupid office. He rebuttoned his green shirt, leaving the first two buttons undone. It was summer; the dress code could take a hike. He glanced at the cane in the corner, and shook his head. Grabbing his keys, he locked the door, and left. He made his way to the lounge, hoping to find it empty. It probably wasn't, but a guy can dream can't he? He opened the door to the lounge and walked in. There was one other person sitting in the room. Some woman, reading the newspaper. He moved across the room, trying to suppress his limb as much as possible, now that there was someone to see. He grabbed a coffee mug from the cupboard, and poured a glass. He reached for the sugar, and added two spoonfuls. Maybe if he didn't speak to the woman, she wouldn't speak to him. Yea right, that was the one thing you could count on a girl for: words. Conversations about anything and everything! He sipped his coffee, leaving against the counter. He shoved his spare hand into the pocket of his jeans, and fingered a quarter. He glanced at the girl, behind her paper. She was, cute. Dark hair, not too long, bright eyes. She had on safety glasses and an apron. Unless home ec had gotten more dangerous over the years, Kegan figured this pretty little girl had moved out of the kitchen and into the lab. How adorable. Well playing with chemicals is kind of like mixing ingredients for cookies. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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