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Post by ian connor dunn on Jun 18, 2010 1:45:49 GMT -6
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION ( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
another day of school and teaching under his belt. ian was getting pretty good at it, if he did say so himself. the last student left the classroom, and ian waved back at the student. now he could relax. well, not really. he still had to mark papers. he could always do that at home, but he was guessing that wasn't the best idea. in case one hadn't noticed, his home wasn't the cleanest place in the world. his desk was a pretty good representative of this. papers were everywhere, binders and countless pens were scattered all over the surface. other teachers gave him hell for it, but he didn't mind. when he cleaned everything, he couldn't find anything. at least with everything piled up, you could tell that the things you worked on about a week ago were near the bottom and you didn't have to look through a file. silly teachers, they didn't know what they were talking about. ian was a new teacher. he did new things. it's what he did.
of course, he had attended carson during his highschool years. he was always a jokester. when he showed up for the staff orientation, a few of the returning teachers gasped when they saaw ian. nobody thought that ian would ever go to college, let alone university, and go into teaching. but, here he was, and he wasn't going anywhere. the kids loved him. he wasn't harsh. he joined in on their conversations. they joked around. the kids could feel comfortable around him, especially when some of them had gone to school with him a few years before. he had even run into a situation in which he was joking around with the students, having a good time, and then an older teacher came in. they quickly pretended to be learning the great works of shakespeare and the old hag couldn't tell the difference. it was awesome. ian loved his job more than anything in the world.
but, it was time to go. time to leave this school for the day and close up his classroom. the homeroom teachers were supposed to keep their doors locked shut, but ian never did. he knew that it sucked when you forgot your things at school and couldn't get them back until the next day. so, ian slung his jacket over his shoulder, took his keychain and his file folder full of essays that needed to marked, and started towards the door. when he got to said door, he looked around in the still-crowded hallway for a teacher, just like he had so many times when he was a student. just for good measure, he pretended to lock his door and started off down the hallway. his phone was telling him from the buzzing in his pocket that he was getting a text message, and he took it out and read it. nothing important. just as ian closed his phone, he bumped into someone, almost dropping his essays."oh, i'm sorry!"
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Post by samixx on Jun 18, 2010 2:17:37 GMT -6
 WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll[/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------her green eyes were sharp as her breathing slowed and became ragged as she stood there, not wanting to take her eyes off the familiar, yet handsome face. astoria stop. that was in the past and he was a hookup. well, even while she was drunk she had managed to pick a good looking guy. she felt her face gradually grow warmer as she stood frozen and stunned. what was she really supposed to say to him? uh...okay i won't. his words hit her like a ton of bricks and suddenly she felt herself panicking. maybe she could push past him and leave the building as quickly as possible. that wouldn't work though, as she thought about it. they would just run into each other again, knowing her luck and it would be another awkward situation. she bit her lip, feeling her throat grow extraordinarily dry.
her mind flashed back to the night of the party and how much she had enjoyed herself. she could recall how wasted she had been that night and how many people were there and her memories began to fall into place. she reminded herself of how they hooked up and as one thing lead to another, right before they had gone all the way, he had asked her how old she was and she had lied. eighteen. SHIT! she thought as she shook her head, ridding her mind of that memory and she came back to reality as she faced ian. or whatever the hell his students called him these days. she couldn't quite remember his last name, but she'd never forget the first name or the face. it was hard to forget someone like him. the night she had met him, he was absolutely crazy and he seemed like another nineteen year old or freshman in college. she had never asked for his age in return.
the question was passed back to her and she felt herself panic. what was she to tell him? she could lie and say she was applying for a job or something, but from what she could tell, he for sure worked as a teacher here and she couldn't say anything related to working at the school. her green eyes widened slightly and she looked over her shoulders, seeing students starting to look over in their direction. she narrowed her eyes at him, wanting to kill herself at that very moment for being stuck in a position such as this. "Follow me," she hissed as she leaned in slightly. she turned on her heel and made her way further down the hallway, turning the corner into a seemingly deserted hallway near the classrooms.
she stopped and stared, running a hand wildly through her hair, panicking. oh my god, oh my fucking god. what am i supposed to say? she looked back up at him and swallowed a lump in her throat before opening her mouth to respond. "I....I at--I can't believe this is happening. Shit, okay? I go here. I attend Carson."
[/color] she replied hesitantly. she flinched slightly as if he had hit her, but nobody had moved. she simply feared what he would say after that. she could always play the "I was drunk of my ass" excuse, but she doubted he would buy it. well then again, what was he doing at a party like that if he was studying to be a teacher? her bright eyes grilled him as they stood there, her jaw clenched tightly in fear mostly and humiliation. [/color][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] ---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? corinne, ian !?
HOW MANY !? no clue !?
OUTFIT !? click here! !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size][/center] |
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Post by ian connor dunn on Jun 18, 2010 2:45:48 GMT -6
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
it was almost like an entire night flashed back to ian in mere seconds. when he had seen who he had bumped into, and where they were, his heart stopped for a second. he was looking into the eyes of a girl he had hooked up with about a year ago. but wait - why was she here? ian was speechless. not only was this awkward, but it was a bit ... scary. she must've been nineteen by now, right? why was she still in school? before he could even process an entire thought, stori started talking. of course it was him. as far as he knew, nobody else looked like him at all. and he wasn't a person that you mistook for another easily. and she wasn't someone you would see everywhere either. sure, there were a lot of thin blondes that attended this school. but those eyes, man. you could remember those. even a night of hard, stready drinking couldn't erase those. and so ian knew that he had found her. he wasn't even looking for her. shocking.
"uh ... okay, i won't then." his words were stuttered and his mouth was dry. why was this even happening? this wasn't good at all. he was used to hooking up and never seeing the girl again. and if somethow, he did see her again, they never spoke. or, rather, he never spoke to her. he's a dick that way, but he didn't want to get committed. it was something that he just couldn't handle at this point in his life, and he sure as hell hadn't found anyone here that he was going to go after.
ian's face still had a shocked look about it. his left hand was still holding onto the jacket he had slung over his shoulder, and his keys were now in his pocket, though still visible. the file folder must've given him away. if she hadn't seen those, maybe he could've gotten away with saying he was picking something up for his brother. hell, he could still say that - except his brother was twenty five years old. ian, at twenty three, couldn't even lie and say he was a student. he looked slightly older than his age (no doubt from the stress of teaching) and he just didn't have the whole teenager look about him. he did, however, have the maturity of a sixteen-year-old, and was a total daredevil. something he would never reveal to his students. or knowingly, at least.
"what are you doing here?" that was the number one thing on his mind right now. she should be nineteen by now, if not at least twenty. she didn't look it, but - oh god - what if ... no, that couldn't happen. ian was better at picking out liars than that. no way she could actually be a student ... ugh. this was all just so confusing.
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WORDS! haaa, dunno.
STATUS! complete
NOTES! pumped!
TAGS! stori! and sami. <3
INSPIRATION! a bunch of them crooked vultures. <3 omg i love them.
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!
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Post by samixx on Jun 18, 2010 3:08:52 GMT -6
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------her green eyes were sharp as her breathing slowed and became ragged as she stood there, not wanting to take her eyes off the familiar, yet handsome face. astoria stop. that was in the past and he was a hookup. well, even while she was drunk she had managed to pick a good looking guy. she felt her face gradually grow warmer as she stood frozen and stunned. what was she really supposed to say to him? uh...okay i won't. his words hit her like a ton of bricks and suddenly she felt herself panicking. maybe she could push past him and leave the building as quickly as possible. that wouldn't work though, as she thought about it. they would just run into each other again, knowing her luck and it would be another awkward situation. she bit her lip, feeling her throat grow extraordinarily dry.
her mind flashed back to the night of the party and how much she had enjoyed herself. she could recall how wasted she had been that night and how many people were there and her memories began to fall into place. she reminded herself of how they hooked up and as one thing lead to another, right before they had gone all the way, he had asked her how old she was and she had lied. eighteen. SHIT! she thought as she shook her head, ridding her mind of that memory and she came back to reality as she faced ian. or whatever the hell his students called him these days. she couldn't quite remember his last name, but she'd never forget the first name or the face. it was hard to forget someone like him. the night she had met him, he was absolutely crazy and he seemed like another nineteen year old or freshman in college. she had never asked for his age in return.
the question was passed back to her and she felt herself panic. what was she to tell him? she could lie and say she was applying for a job or something, but from what she could tell, he for sure worked as a teacher here and she couldn't say anything related to working at the school. her green eyes widened slightly and she looked over her shoulders, seeing students starting to look over in their direction. she narrowed her eyes at him, wanting to kill herself at that very moment for being stuck in a position such as this. "Follow me," she hissed as she leaned in slightly. she turned on her heel and made her way further down the hallway, turning the corner into a seemingly deserted hallway near the classrooms.
she stopped and stared, running a hand wildly through her hair, panicking. oh my god, oh my fucking god. what am i supposed to say? she looked back up at him and swallowed a lump in her throat before opening her mouth to respond. "I....I at--I can't believe this is happening. Shit, okay? I go here. I attend Carson."
[/color] she replied hesitantly. she flinched slightly as if he had hit her, but nobody had moved. she simply feared what he would say after that. she could always play the "I was drunk of my ass" excuse, but she doubted he would buy it. well then again, what was he doing at a party like that if he was studying to be a teacher? her bright eyes grilled him as they stood there, her jaw clenched tightly in fear mostly and humiliation. [/color][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] ---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? corinne, ian !?
HOW MANY !? no clue !?
OUTFIT !? click here! !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
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Post by ian connor dunn on Jun 18, 2010 3:39:05 GMT -6
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
dunn couldn't take this all in. it was shocking, yes, but he was almost done being shocked. he was confused now. confused at so many different things, too. he had all these different questions to ask himself and to ask astori, but he couldn't verbalize them. nope. uh uh. he knew it was a childish thing to say, but he just wanted to go home. he wanted to leave here. none of the students knew where he lived. astoria didn't know where he lived. hell, he got lost sometimes going home. home was where he avoided all the things in his past that he had ever done. well, most of them. this was one of these things that he would love love to erase from his memory. not that it wasn't enjoyable, (astoria's unbelievably beautiful, and who could regret that?), but he didn't enjoy this confrentation. how much more awkward could you get? not much more than this, i'll tell you that much.
ian was a teacher. he wasn't supposed to have any teacher/student relationships. it was like an unsaid oath. sure, lots of teachers did it but ian was not one of them. well ... i am now. ian thought to himself. wait, no. she hadn't said that she went to school here. for all he knew, she could be getting homework for a sibling. or a friend. surely, she would have gotten looks if she appeared to be having an awkward conversation with a teacher, and so far they were getting none. oh ian, you thought too soon. a few students had walked by, a few of them more than once, obviously trying to tune into astoria and ian's conversation. not that they were really saying much, but still. there was a tension in the air that you just couldn't ignore.
follow her, ian. god damn it, follow her. a few seconds prior, she had told him to follow. his brain was at a standstill, and it took a moment to register. when his mind understood, he couldn't get his feet to move. finally, he pulled his right foot up and put it down, his left in from of his right. left, right, left, right. it was as if he had to manually walk now. his brown eyes were locked onto her blonde hair, and he saw her go into a classroom. ian froze for a moment. oh no, uh uh. this wasn't going to happen. of course nothing is gonna happen, you fuck. get in there. ian inhaled deeply and walked through the door, closing it behind him. he failed to make eye contact with her while he walked to a desk. he leaned against it and looked up her just as she started to talk.
so, she went to carson. great. that still didn't explain anything, though. well, it did explain something. she was a student here. maybe she was a senior. maybe she just failed ... twice. but then again, ian thought, she would be in one of his english classes. he taught seniors. maybe she was taking english online. no, that wouldn't be possible here. only electives were available online. all these thoughts were running through ian's mind faster than he could even process them. one thought would begin before another could end, and it all got confusing. ian dropped his jacket onto the desk along with his file folder and sat slightly on the surface of the desk. (he knew that all the teachers discouraged this of the students, but they all did it anyway) because of his affected thought process, ian was just plain confused. he gave astoria a confused look, and then shook his head. "i am so friggin confused right now." he scratched the top of his head, then brought his arm back down lazily. ugh. not good, mr dunn. not good.
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WORDS! haaa, dunno.
STATUS! complete
NOTES! yeaah.
TAGS! stori! and sami. <3
INSPIRATION! a bunch of them crooked vultures. <3 omg i love them.
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!
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Post by samixx on Jun 18, 2010 3:57:51 GMT -6
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------astoria's face burned with humiliation as she fought to keep her breathing steady. she was silent, her green eyes glancing around the classroom, hoping no one would randomly burst in on them. she was silent as she toyed with her blond hair. well, this was awkward. she couldn't deny that and staring at him made it harder for her to focus. she knew it was a mistake to hook up with people she didn't recognize from school, then again, ian had looked way younger than he did now and she had simply assumed he was from school. this wasn't to say he wasn't attractive, because he certainly was but it wasn't how astoria worked. no matter how attractive, she never got into relationships. too much work. it wasn't like anything would come out of running into him again, right?
he seemed so shocked, he didn't say much. this worried astoria. perhaps he was furious? it didn't seem like it had settled in his mind yet and she felt her heart rate quicken as she twirled her blond hair on one finger, leaning against a desk, her legs crossed and one arm placed out behind her so that she could balance. her eyes followed his movements as he sat down on the desk near her and she closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply. astoria really didn't have anything to say to him and she crossed her arms in front of her, blankly gawking at him. i'm so friggin confused right now. she let out the breath she had been holding in and watched his arm move up to scratch his head, but fall limply down to his side again. she rolled her eyes slightly and re-opened them, staring right at him.
"How are you confused?" she asked in an exasperated tone. she was so confused now, trying to search his eyes and face for answers. "I'm a student at Carson. I'm a junior, okay? That party last year? Yeah I lied, but I was also completely wasted and shit-faced."
[/color] she snapped. for someone who was quite kind and friendly, astoria wasn't really up for playing games at this point. she needed him to know what had happened. "And what about you? I thought you were a college freshman or something,"[/color] she questioned him. surely he had to have been, otherwise he wouldn't have been at such a carson party, unless he was an alumni. and then it struck her. the big, popular "legacy" prankster at carson had graduated the year before she began at carson, though she couldn't quite remember the name. [/color][/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] ---------------------------------------------------------------------TAGGED !? corinne, ian !?
HOW MANY !? no clue !?
OUTFIT !? click here! !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
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Post by ian connor dunn on Jun 20, 2010 20:51:09 GMT -6
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
the room seemed quiet. hell, it was quiet. ian swore that he could hear his own heartbeat. he could hear astoria breathing, too. quiet was good, but never when it was this sort of quiet. it was like the quiet before a storm; and he knew that shit was about to get real. he just didn't want anything bad to have happened. because, really. what did he remember from that night? absolutely nothing, with a few minor exceptions. obviously, he remembered beautiful astoria- no, ian. don't. things are getting sketchy here and you don't wanna get caught all up in something you don't belong in. you're a teacher now, for fucks sakes. man the fuck up.
he finally mustered up the balls to take a quick glance over at the blonde. when he did, he saw that she didn't look impressed at all. what did he do? why was she going into such a bitchfest? uh oh. now she just looked ... pissed. he guessed he shouldn't have said that he was confused. but really, what else was there to say? he wasn't just going to lie about her about how he felt at that moment. besides, there was a silence. and ian couldn't handle silences well, as you can clearly see. and there was the eyeroll. and then the expected - yet dreaded - glare.
how are you confused? ian looked dumbfounded for a split second. how was he confused? well first of all, he had just somehow seen a girl he had hooked up at a party that he had never planned on seeing again, she dragged him into a room and was about to rip him a new one, from the sounds of it. what was there not to be confused? "i-" nevermind then, we'll let the lady speak. and boy, did she ever speak. student. carson. junior. junior? what the fuck? no. this couldn't be happening. she had said she was eighteen.
no, no, no. she had just used the shitfaced excuse. but really, why would you lie about being younger than you actually are? ian had no idea. he could feel his stomach dropping and it felt like it was almost going to touch the floor.
shit. he had had sex with a sixteen-year-old. he had been twenty-two at the time. holy mother of shit. he could go to fucking jail! astoria had asked him a question, but it hadn't registered yet. what the hell was he going to do now? what if there were kids listening outside the door? ian threw a glance over to the metal door and couldn't see or hear anyone outside of it. fuck. all ian could do was stare down at the floor for a moment. "last year was my last year. not my freshman year." shit. had he lied to her to? obviously he had, or she wouldn't be thinking that he was a freshman when they'd hooked up. god, this wasn't happening right now.
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WORDS! haaa, dunno.
STATUS! complete
NOTES! woo this is intense
TAGS! stori! and sami. <3
INSPIRATION! a bunch of them crooked vultures. <3 omg i love them.
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!
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