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Post by Tamara George on Oct 25, 2011 12:23:56 GMT -5
Tam pulled open her magazine, balancing it on her knee, the usual cup of tea sitting on the side table by her elbow and her attention focused on her phone. Her lunch break was just coming to a steady end and she was pretty sure she had someone coming to see her, not that she could actually remember exactly who...or maybe it had been a referral from one of the other teachers, well, either way, someone was coming which would account for the fact that she'd decided to leave the teachers' lounge and get back early, just in case.
It was starting to turn cold outside, the change of season personified in the great tree just outside her window, in the courtyard at the heart of the school. Admittedly she did keep getting leaves blowing into the bloody office because of an irritating habit of forgetting to shut the window but still, she liked it.
((First actual counsellor's thread! Woot! ...and I lost my muse halfway through xDD))
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Post by Rosy-Mae Lannon on Nov 3, 2011 16:48:57 GMT -5
"Why is this school so freaking big?" Rosy-Mae grumbled as she trudged through the halls of Richmond High School, a place of learning and brain-dead kids with an ever decreasing imagination.
Rosy-Mae shoved open a door, tramping in. A gust of wind forced some leaves to take flight and soar into the office, shoving their slim bodies into a lady's pretty face. Too pretty to be real, she noted, grimacing at Tamara in disgust.
(ooc: Fail post. D: )
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Post by Tamara George on Nov 7, 2011 12:18:51 GMT -5
Tam looked up in time to see the girl enter, managing to bring in a great gust of wind with her. Tam watched her for a moment, breathing an internal sigh.
It was one of those.
From past experiences of her own school years, some kid of one of those weird gods that killed or haunted people or something. The types who moodily trudged into offices...bloody hell it was so much better than the sobbing ones. If she could deal with Bear she was pretty sure she could deal with some over angsty adolescent.
"Take a seat," She said pleasantly, tapping her pen against her clipboard.
"So, what are you here for?" She asked. 'referral, SO a referral' she said to herself.
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Post by Rosy-Mae Lannon on Nov 9, 2011 11:30:31 GMT -5
Rosy-Mae slowly sat down on the seat, expecting a poison dart to suddenly shoot out of it, but with no obvious sign of hidden traps Rosy-Mae got relatively comfortable.
"Hrm," she grunted, tapping her finger-nails against the right arm of the chair. "Well, somethings been bugging me about this school as of late, and I was wondering if you could answer a question or two."
The child of Thanatos leaned forward, her brow furrowing. "What kind of school," Rosy-Mae said slowly, "Would hire a person so filled up with plastic as you, Miss Implant?"
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Post by Tamara George on Nov 9, 2011 12:45:32 GMT -5
((XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD oh dear god... *wipes tears* love this thread already xDD))
Tam looked at her for a moment, trying to figure out whether she really had just heard right or not...did...the girl...there was no way...plastic?! Plastic?! She'd show her bloody plastic! When it shoved up her arseho...Tam paused, trying to squealch her irritation as she reluctantly thought back to the tosh Chris had nagged her about...something about professionalism...ugh.
"Aww, you made a funny," She simpered patronisingly.
"Sad thing is though, last I checked that boob job hadn't come through, always wanted some plastic fillets in there," She 'sighed' with sarcastic ethusiasm.
"Anyway, I guess that'd be a question for someone else, any other insightful remarks? Doesn't look like we're going to actually have an indepth conversation so you might as well start spewing all that crap you've got up there and relieve yourself, we don't want you upsetting yourself else you'll let on your friends...if you actually do have any and we don't want that now, do we poppit?" She said in the same overly patronising voice as before, finishing in a 'sympathetic' pout.
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Post by Rosy-Mae Lannon on Nov 9, 2011 13:24:54 GMT -5
Rosy-Mae's frown deepened, having hoped the Britisher would pull a tantrum that was sure to get her fired instead of pulling the sarcasm card. But no matter, Rosy-Mae thought with a inward shrug. It'll be all the more satisfying when she finally gives in.
The junior looked at Tam with indifferent eyes. "I'm the one spewing crap?" She snorted, and added in a wistful voice, "I wonder how many guidance counselor juniors you've deposited at the local orphanage...All products your old job, I assume?" Rosy leaned back in her chair, not bothering to muffle her snickers.
She lifted up her long legs and propped her feet on Tam's desk. "And don't call me poppit," Rosy-Mae growled, pointing a finger at Tamara. "Because no matter how many 'fillets' you stick in there, you're no Keira Knightly."
(ooc: Hooray for Pirates of the Caribbean references! xD Sorry, but as soon as Tam said that Keira Knightly hiding in a closet was the first thing that came to mind...x3)
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Post by Tamara George on Nov 9, 2011 13:39:18 GMT -5
Tam raised an eyebrow a little amusedly.
"Oh very clever," She said sarcastically, recrossing her legs, momentarily surverying the little chip in one of her nails before her attention turned back to the other girl.
"If you give me a good reason not to call you poppit I may consider it and even then we'd have to take into account any temper tantrums...and possibly even the fact that you seem incapable of sitting up properly, slouching like a block, real attractive," She said pleasantly, the sarcasm still somewhat evident.
Definitely better than one of the sobbing ones.
"I think you'll find that Keira Knightley doesn't have much of a bust darling, totally irrelevant comment that. So, anyway, on your notes it said you've 'upset' some people, care to explain?" She said glancing briefly at the clipboard.
((JACK IS MY LIFE!! <333 ...well not really...but still :P))
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Post by Rosy-Mae Lannon on Nov 9, 2011 14:01:13 GMT -5
Rosy-Mae narrowed her eyes in contempt, digging her nails into the chair's arm. Her feet slid off of Tam's desk, landing with a small thump on the tiled floor. The daughter Thanatos leaned forward, her mouth contorting into a snarl.
"'Upset'?" she repeated. "They haven't done me justice. You should see how many pretty little eyes have created whole rivers with the tears I've yanked out of them. How many future models I've turned into absolute freaks!"
She abruptly leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. Rosy-Mae closed her eyes, a hint of a triumphant smile on her face. "Upset is an understatement," the daughter of Thanatos said with a resolute nod.
She opened her eyes. "Now how attractive do you think I am? But I must say, I'd rather be slouching, unattractive me than valley-girl you."
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Post by Tamara George on Nov 9, 2011 14:10:27 GMT -5
Tam simply raised an eyebrow.
"Ooookaaay then..." She said slowly, jotting something along the lines of 'upset apparently an understatement' in the margin.
It took a great deal of effort and internal repetition of the whole 'professionalism' thing not to come out with her usual and much loved retort of 'don't blame us because we're pretty, hate us because we're generally better than you', something she was pretty sure she and Chicago had made up while they still strutted the halls of Richmond...good times...good times...
"And what exactly do you get out of 'yanking' aforementioned tears out of people?" She asked conversationally, going back to tapping the end of her pen against her clipboard.
"And I guess that'd be up to debate but I'm also pretty sure I'd rather be me, funny that," She said pleasantly.
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Post by Rosy-Mae Lannon on Nov 9, 2011 14:23:02 GMT -5
"Of course you would," Rosy-Mae snorted, "you're too ditsy to understand any other world aside your own."
Before the guidance counselor could respond*, Rosy-Mae tapped her finger on Tam's clipboard. "Write down that it brings me intense satisfaction," she ordered.
(ooc: *Would that be considered power-playing?)
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Post by Tamara George on Nov 9, 2011 15:27:17 GMT -5
((Nope :P))
Tam chose to ignore the girls first comment and focus instead on her next answer which is of course was greeted with a somewhat cynical brow, an almost automatic response to her tone.
"Right...so you obviously have issues...have you ever tried a hobby...and before you come out with something like kicking puppies or destroying people, I mean a proper one...like hockey...or rugby," She said.
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Post by Rosy-Mae Lannon on Nov 9, 2011 15:40:00 GMT -5
Rosy-Mae put on a mask of disappointment. "But I like kicking puppies..." she whined, hiding her smirk well.
"I want to take archery this year," she said, playing with a strand of hair. "So you better watch out. I doubt your man-harem would appreciate sharp objects crashing through your bedroom window."
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Post by Tamara George on Nov 21, 2011 17:56:35 GMT -5
"Right...." Tam said slowly with a slight eye roll before speaking again.
"Archery's good," She said fairly, although it was probably a slightly biased view that lead her agree that this was probably a very good idea. Many a time had she released her 'tam!rage' on an unsuspecting target board...good times...
"My man harem?" She said raising both eyebrows as she looked up again.
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Post by Rosy-Mae Lannon on Dec 12, 2011 15:16:38 GMT -5
(ooc: HURGLE FURGLE DARN YOU FINALS!)
Rosy-Mae spread hands apart, as if Tam had just asked a question with a very obvious answer. "Well, just look at you," she snorted. "It's rather obvious that you've been around. Tell me, how many manly males have you horded in the past six months? A dozen? You must be slowing down in your old age..." She snickered.
(ooc: Oh gad short post...)
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