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Post by Kiyoshi {Landorus} Mori on Feb 24, 2014 11:37:42 GMT -5
SOMETIMES WE FIND HELP WHEN WE'RE THE MOST LOST ( tags: open to all. words: 687) "Don't pack up yet!" At the front of the class, Kiyoshi Mori didn't even turn away from the white-board to look at the clock. He knew what time it was when he heard the sound of zippers and snaps from the very back of the classroom. Only a few minutes already? Ah, well, they could wait a moment more. With a calm smile he placed his marker down and rotated to face his students, clapping his hands together. "Your essays on the Environment Agency and National Farmers Union are due next Monday at the start of class. Remember, if you need time to print it out, I would rather mark you tardy than mark the assignment as late, so take the time to print it. Tomorrow we're talking more about the right to water. Okay? Okay."
"Now you can go."
In an instant the majority of the classroom was on their feet and moving, earning a tired little laugh from the teacher as they all rushed to the door. Fridays. They were easy for many different reasons and irritating for many of the same ones. Still, he couldn't argue that he didn't enjoy the weekends like everyone else.
As the last student finally put their coats on and slung her laptop bag over her shoulder, Kiyoshi walked up to his desk and picked up his own books without any rush. The young woman walked up to him with a little hesitation in her step. "Professor? Um, h-here...!"
This again, eh?
The man raised his head to find a small bag of red-wrapped sweets of some kind being held out to him. Ten days later and still...oh well, at least their assignments were handed in on time. With a charming smile he held out a book-free hand to accept the baggie. "Thank you, Miss Roads. I appreciate you thinking of me. How is your paper going? Do you need me to proofread it?"
She seemed flustered at the question. Were all colleges girls this on-edge? Or was it just his classes? "N-No, I'm done with...w-well, I b-better get g-going! G-Gotta start...um. B-Bye!"
"Very well. Drive safely, Miss Roads."
He didn't need to watch her scramble to the door, red-faced and suddenly dreading the paper she had been putting off finishing for the last month and a half. He didn't have to to know that was exactly what she did. Instead, chuckling to himself, he pulled his own suit jacket from over the back of his chair and draped it over his shoulder before walking to the light-switch on the other end of the room. Once it was flicked off he started for the hallway himself. No classes for another two periods...so much time to kill.
What on earth should he do? Well, there was always the computer lab. It wasn't his turn to monitor it, but he could still sit in and watch how many of his students came in, saw his face, and paled with terror before taking a seat to do every assignment except for the one they initially ran to the lab for. Was that mean? All he was doing was being there to offer help. Sometimes they even asked for it themselves. Those kids were the smart ones, even if their papers needed the most help of all.
"--ah?"
Lost in thought and half-way out the door, Kiyoshi turned to see he'd closed and locked the door to his classroom right on the sleeve of his jacket. He sighed to himself and fished around for the keys...only to find they weren't in his pockets. Or the coat pockets. Or his--where was his bag? Peeking into the small window in the door, sure enough, the 'young' professor could see his bag full of papers, half-graded tests, and most importantly his classroom's keys sitting right next to his desk. Dammit. And here he was laughing at his students for being space-cadets.
Now...to call the janitor to open the lock and keep going, or wait for a fellow professor to come along and save his jacket...well, he did have time. |
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Post by Heidi Jefferson on Feb 24, 2014 14:45:51 GMT -5
| TO DREAMS, AND THE FOOLS WHO DREAM THEM She loved her agricultural classes. She loved learning how pokemon were raised and were their vegetables and fruits came from. It was just an interesting class. Yet, at times her fellow students did not think that she was very interesting.
The class excited the young woman and due to her unique morph lineage, well it never did end well for her at the end of the day. She would sit in the back of the class instead of her favorite spot in the front of the class, and all of the students would scoot their seats a couple of lengths away from her place in the back. She almost looked like a dunce the way she sat there in the corner, lonely.
A light blue notebook was laid out open on top of the wooden desk as the eighteen year old scribbled out her notes. 'Erosion of the soil.....' She murmured to herself as she underlined key words and wrote out definitions alongside them. Although she carried a horrible stench at times, Heidi was an excellent note taker and possessed good study habits, and her grades were proof of her hard work.
While the students around her hurried to zip up their backpacks in an attempt to escape the professor's lecture, Heidi stayed where she was determined to sit through the entire lesson. Why would you want to leave the class early? You wouldn't get your full money's worth of the class if you scurried out the door five minutes early.
When the Stunky morph (with a hint of Poochyena genes from her father) had finally finished her notes she gently shoved her notebook back into her backpack along with her pens and her textbook. No one bid her adieu like some students did to one another. Her classmates didn't want anything to do with her. When she wasn't excited or nervous she reeked of a wet dog at times, when she was the former she smelled like a skunk. What kind of human was that?
Never did the students offer her a smile or 'see you later'. It was more of a 'smell you later' if anything. Slinging the straps of her backpack over her shoulder the young woman hurried out after the door once the previous female student had shyly made her way out the door.
The girl would pay a trip to the bathroom before returning to the hallway on her way out the university. She was done with her classes for the day, but...
Heidi paused in her step when she noticed that the professor of her agricultural class was doing something rather...strange. "Um..professor?" She asked, her dog ears pricking a bit as she grew curious. "Are you..do you happen to be..stuck?" Her eyes traced the educator's coat before focusing on the piece that was stuck in the door.
Had she not noticed the keys that had been so carelessly forgotten on the desk? She had been too busy keeping her head down in an attempt to avoid the annoyed glances of her classmates.
"Would you like some help?" She asked as she shifted the weight of her backpack to the other shoulder.
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Post by Kiyoshi {Landorus} Mori on Feb 24, 2014 21:58:49 GMT -5
SOMETIMES WE FIND HELP WHEN WE'RE THE MOST LOST ( tags: heidi jefferson. words: 384) This whole predicament was somewhat embarrassing on multiple levels. On the outer layer the normally calm, level-headed, serious Mr Mori had done something very foolish and had not only forgotten something important in his now locked room, but had also gotten his jacket stuck in the process. In the middle of winter. But on the inner-most layer there may have been even more to scoff at...after all, Landorus was a god. And, again, here he was stuck. How delicate and graceful was he.
Still, it could be worse. His brothers could--No, I'm not in the mood to think of them now.
Thankfully, before Kiyoshi had a moment longer to contemplate his situation, a familiar voice caught his ear and he turned his head to see one of his students. "Miss Jefferson? Ahah, yes, I am stuck, it seems," the 'young' man chuckled halfheartedly and gave the sleeve a little tug, "This must look very unprofessional. I apologize, Miss Jefferson."
Pokemorphs were strange in the eyes of the Legendary. On one hand, they were made from sciences he didn't understand--a blend of Pokemon and humans, made for reasons unknown. He knew most of them belonged to Pravus or were somehow related to Pravus. But, on the same note, they were their own people, and quite a few of them were his students. And without any personal grudges towards the Stunky morph herself, he quite liked her as his student. Never loud, never unruly...but never really spoke up either.
A shame, really. She was quite intelligent from what he saw of her in her papers.
"I was going to call a janitor once I've gotten myself free," he said as he gave a small tug to the sleeve. The fabric could have been as delicate as rice-paper to him if he used his full strength, but it was a rather nice suit and worth a fair amount of money. He didn't want to be wasteful. "Perhaps...you could save me a bit of trouble and call them here yourself? The hall phone right there should do...if you're not in a hurry of course, Miss Jefferson."
And maybe he could use this opportunity to speak to the young wall-flower about, well, anything. Kiyoshi enjoyed speaking with his students, especially about their future plans. |
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