try delusion for a while [lorian]

[DORIAN ISAAC REID]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] suddenly my eyes are open, everything comes into focus, oh we are all illuminated lights are shining on our faces, blinding Dorian gripped his coffee cup firmly in his hand as he fumbled with the lock to his office door. He liked a cup of coffee in the morning, it soothed him somehow, but of course it was an acquired taste. Yes, human food tasted bland, but he could smell it, and therefore the thought of that made the taste instantly better. Sometimes Cyrus would pop in with a cup of what looked like a simple beverage, but actually was actually somewhat more nutritious. He appreciated that, he really did. When Dorian finally had the door open, he left unclosed, if simply because that was the way everyone knew whether he was occupied or not. The system worked well; if the door is closed, do not come in. Dorian disliked it when his sessions would be interrupted, especially when he'd just gotten a student to open up to him and what not, and distractions would simply make them shut down. With a soft sigh, he walked over to his desk, placing his cup on the table after taking a sip and pulling out some papers from his bag. He had been looking over them the night before, and he felt satisfied with the things he would need to talk about that day. Cyrus was surprised when Dorian had decided to become a counsellor at a high school. Hell, Dorian himself was surprised. He very much liked to be in the field, he was a fighter, it was in his blood and could not be suppressed, yet there he was, having made a conscious decision to help out at a school. Honestly, he did it because he had helped a lot of people through wars and fighting and what not, but this would be a good way to help people in a more intimate manner, especially while he worked on the bust on the human slave trade. That thought always made him feel a heavy amount of disgust. He'd seen it before, an oppression of an innocent group of people who thought they were better. He had to make a change, and while the plans were made, there was no harm in doing his best to help those out who need it. Licking his lips, he ran a hand through his hair and moved to take a seat by his desk, glancing at his watch, and noting that he was supposed to see a student before school. Opening up the designated students papers, Dorian eyed the text, taking it in slowly, and making some notes on the margins of the paper. This was a girl who seemed to be bullied by other people in her year, and it made Dorian's forehead crease. He realised that yes, the big things were bad, but this was also oppression of some kind, it was the isolation of one person and as far as he could tell, the jibes were at the way she looked. From a young age, even before he got turned, he realised that looks were not everything. It was about who you were, and when people were bullied they were not able to express themselves in order for those judging to see them for who they are. But as well, the bullies can use their own insecurities for anger, trying to suppress and hide them, and make others feel as bad as they do simply because they can't handle it. School was a hard society, and Dorian was glad that he was old enough when he was turned to be able to do this. When the student came in, Dorian spent an excessive amount of time speaking to her. The door shut, and no one bothered them, and she was one of those people who didn't seem to want to talk. Dorian had been told that he has a soothing presence, the smile on his lips genuine, and the words from his mouth reassuring. A little while later, she opened up a little, about the way she felt, yet she would not name those who seemed to mean harm to her. When they were finally done, Dorian simply arranged another time to meet with her, a warm smile on his face because it was important to be inviting. Dorian also realised that some people just needed to talk, not advice. A lot of the time, him making suggestions would make the situation worse, but just shedding a weight off their shoulders students felt a lot better. When she left, Dorian made his notes, never making any while a student was speaking, as that was rude and felt much too official. He liked to create an atmosphere where he wasn't the counsellor and they were the student, but just someone who was willing to listen. As he was making his notes, he took a sip of his now cold coffee, the taste blander but he didn't mind it, knowing that he didn't need to have blood for another few days anyway. The door was open, but he wasn't expecting anyone until break time. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 839 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY KAI WITH LUNA AND HE IS WEARING THIS!

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[LUNA GRACE CHEVALIER]

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”Ms. Chevalier you look like a waddling duck.” One student said as she made her way down the hall. That wasn’t totally false, the heels she decided to put on today were causing her to walk as though she needed to lay an egg. Even she could admit that. “I know!” The teacher-in-training gave a small whine before kicking her heels off and shuffling along barefoot down the halls. She had time to go and talk with someone that could most likely help her if she got him on board. So far some teachers didn’t like her idea of having a cultural day for the students. Something she came up with along with her history class. In class the other day they were talking about how everyone was from different parts of the world and how many kids in the school had parents or grandparents from other countries. She loved the idea, but some teachers hated it. They thought it was a waste of time and Luna couldn’t see why.

She slowly went down the stairs instead of jumping down simply because she didn’t want to fall and bust a knee or something. She was so close to his office she could almost taste it. Which was a weird thing to say considering she’d never actually tasted his office and would never do so because licking walls was frowned upon in most societies. “Mr. Reid!” She said before literally sliding into his office and stumbling. She assumed it would continue to be tile all the way into his office but boy was she wrong. She winced and rubbed her butt before standing and dusting herself off, sitting across from with him a big smile on her face. Luna had only been a there for a few months. She knew most of the staff and only knew some via their face. Dorian was the school councilor and if he could give her plan a thumbs up she knew everyone else would agree. Who would want to agree with a newbie though?

She fixed herself up before putting her hands on his desk. She had to make this convincing, lay it all out right away and don’t give him a chance to say no! That was how her brother went into dealings, and it always worked for him so she would try it herself. “Mr. Reid, I have an idea and I sort of need some back up so my little plan can unfold.” She couldn’t stop smiling, she was just far too excited. “I want to have a cultural day here for the students. I mean how can we teach these kids history and about other countries when in reality they don’t know anything besides what we say is true! I think we should have a day and have food, games, and music from all over and just have fun! Let the kids see first hand! Some kids already have ideas and we can raise the money ourselves for the food and everything!” She finally took in a breath and bit her lip.

“I just think the kids should be able to experience these things rather than sit and listen to us teach all day. I know two of my kids in my morning class said their grandparents could come in and talk, one is a Holocaust survivor!” At this point she was trying to show him all the reasons she had for wanting to do this. Luna was still young and easily excited, one could say that this was her being almost biased to the kids for wanting something fun to do. However, the benefits were too great and she would fight for her kids to the end.

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[DORIAN ISAAC REID]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] suddenly my eyes are open, everything comes into focus, oh we are all illuminated lights are shining on our faces, blinding The school was quiet while everyone was still in lessons, and Dorian was used to silence. That was mostly the way it was at home when Cyrus wasn't there, and he was by himself. He would go out walking just for some kind of noise, bust sometimes Dorian really did like the peace. But it seemed like today would be the day that the peace is broken because he heart a really loud exclamation of his name, and he moved to stand really quickly as a ball of an excited woman, shoeless, stumbled into his office and on her butt. He was swiftly moving to help her up, extending a hand to her, and it took him a moment to recognise who she was. She was a new trainee teacher, he hadn't had a chance to meet her yet, but his smile was both amused an concerned. "Miss Chevalier? Are you alright ... you took quite the fall?" She chuckled and once he helped her up, he watched her sit in the chair by his desk, and followed suit to sit in his own chair, curiosity on his features. The next thing he knew, the young woman was talking at him, and it was fortunate that he had an air of intelligence to make him able to keep up with all the words that were spilling so fast out of her mind, his blue eyes filled with amusement. It seemed, from the first few moments, that she was passionate about her students. About learning in general, and he admired people like that. A lot of teachers in this school were happy, to really, just lecture the class. No fun, no challenge. A few students had admitted that to him, since he was bound by confidentiality to not say what goes on in his sessions to anyone, they felt like they could tell him dissatisfaction with some teachers. However, Dorian took in all of Miss Chavalier's words, not yet knowing her first name because he didn't catch it when there was the introduction within the school staff. The excitement was a thing rarely seen by Dorian, and he couldn't help the chuckle as she finished explaining why she wanted to do a cultural fair. It seemed like very good, and very plausible ideas to him, and it would certainly make the kids more excited about learning, and he assumed that the young woman's excitement was also making him somewhat biased. When she was finally done, Dorian leaned forward in his seat, tilting his head and straightening his expression into mock seriousness. "Miss Chavalier, you come in here, and make an impossible case ..." He started before breaking his game and laughing. "I'm joking, you should breathe though, I hear oxygen helps." He grins a little, even though he himself didn't need oxygen, he was sure that she did and therefore he didn't want her to pass out from speaking so much without a single breath. "I do think that a cultural fair could be good for the kids, did you try speaking to the school board about it?" Dorian asked, because he knew that that is where the decisions would be made really, and she did mention something about raising their own money, so they wouldn't really have a need to reject the proposal. "This school is careful about its money though, so you're right about needing to raise it before any kind of fair could happen, but if you pitch it with a few more breaths between the sentences, I really don't see how they could refuse." He grinned, teasing a little her excitement, but he couldn't help it because it wasn't something he would come across everyday. However, it also showed her youth and inexperience, but sometimes that wasn't needed when someone was passionate, much like Miss Chevalier was. He picked up his coffee cup and took the last sip from it before tossing it in the bin next to his desk. "And what would I be able to help with?" He asked, since she must have come to him for a reason. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 682 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY KAI WITH LUNA AND HE IS WEARING THIS!

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[LUNA GRACE CHEVALIER]

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“Yes, I’m alright!” She laughed and smiled at the man. She felt only lightly embarrassed by the fact she tripped and fell in front of one of her superiors. She waited on a breath for the male to answer. She hoped he would help her. He was the guidance counselor, he knew how the kids wanted to be more involved rather than be given packets. She was wiggling in her chair as her eyes met his. Hoping and pleading with him silently too at least think it was a good idea. Luna had a habit of over reacting in the weirdest ways. What else could she say to try and convince him? She thought she’d said more than enough! Suddenly a look of defeat washed over her when he said her case was impossible. She failed.

“Oh… I-I see.” She murmured and casted her eyes downward. Then suddenly he said he was joking and she sprang right back to life. A large grin settled on her face and she took in a deep breath. “You had me worried!” She stuck her tongue out a little bit. “Normally I do remember to breath, I was just nervous to talk to you.” It was true, she often got nervous taking to her co-workers but it wasn’t so bad now was it? “Alright call me Luna, by the way. It’s weird hearing my last name from people older than myself.” She bit her lower lip and sat comfortable in the chair once more.

Once again, the defeat came over her face but not as bad as before. “I went to the vice principle since the principle himself is out on vacation. She said it was a waste of total time…” Luna growled and shook her head. “I can’t believe that in the slightest! These kids want to learn, but the ways we teach need to change. We should get more involved than that! We can’t purely rely on these text books, what do they honestly teach? They’re out dated to an extent and it’s just not how all kids learn.” She was pleading her case from the heart. She took in a breath and looked at him once more.

“I just need someone on my side, if you said you thought it was a good idea most teachers would go alone with it. I’m nobody here really, my opinion doesn’t seem to matter.” She already had a few teachers tell her off for trying to do something out of her own power. It hurt in a way, she wasn’t doing this for herself but for the students she wanted to teach. If only people could see that. Maybe Mister Reid would see it? He could help her, he just had to want to help her.

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[DORIAN ISAAC REID]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] suddenly my eyes are open, everything comes into focus, oh we are all illuminated lights are shining on our faces, blinding Dorian nodded in satisfaction when the blonde woman exclaimed that she was fine, glad that she was because he didn't want anyone to get hurt due to the fact that his floors didn't slide well enough. Well, that was an amusing thought but then she was speaking and he was listening of course. If someone spoke to them, Dorian gave them his full attention, and this was no different. Blue eyes were on the young woman who was now up from the ground, and she seemed clearly passionate about her words and the cause behind them. Clearly, what he thought was funny teasing made her face fall, and instantly Dorian felt guilt for being the cause for the expression on her face. It wasn't right, he didn't like it so he quickly remedied his words. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm cruel." He joked, because Dorian really wasn't. Well, okay, that's a lie. He was when he needed to be, but he had no reason to be with her. Dorian looked amused at her behaviour. It was just so ... childlike. He wondered how she got into teaching at all, clearly young and carefree. "All right, Luna. Don't be nervous talking to me, I'm only the guidance counsellor." He laughed as he leaned forwards in his chair, putting the pen which was in his fingers to the side. "And you can call me Dorian. I don't really like Mr. Reid. Makes me sound old." He mused, because he was old. Over two thousand years old old, but she didn't need to know that. No one really did because he seemed just like any other normal man, and for the most part Dorian was, just with a whole lot more history. "But it's only a formality, I'm sure all teachers would call you 'Miss Chevalier' to be polite. You are a member of staff after all." He mused to her, a pleasant note to his tone because this was an interaction that he hadn't expect that day, and Dorian had to admit he liked it. Dorian listened to her case and nodded, knowing that she was right. The kids did need a more active way to learn, but Dorian also had reason to agree with the Vice Principle. "I am behind this, completely, but let me explain something." Dorian cleared his throat as he shifted a little in his seat. "You're very young and very new to the whole teaching thing, right? So the vice principle won't want to accept that someone like you is right, challenging her beliefs." He told her, the 'someone like you' not malicious, just explaining to her the other point of view. "It's very obvious that you're passionate about the students and what you teach, but keep that in mind when you next suggest a large thing like that." He smiled at her pleasantly and rand a hand through his sandy coloured hair. "Other than that, I'd be completely willing to have a word with her for you." He agreed easily, not wanting to crush the effort that someone was putting into making this a better learning environment for the students. He liked that at least someone was trying it, and as much as Dorian was here himself, he hadn't proposed it himself. "And what were your ideas for the money raising? You need to have a plan before just jumping into explanations." He picked his pen back up to write down what she was saying because it mattered. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS ENOUGH WORDS FOR THE LOVELY KAI WITH LUNA AND HE IS WEARING THIS!

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[LUNA GRACE CHEVALIER]

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Thankfully, Luna was use to being teased by her elder brother. That being said, she could never tell when she was being teased. Believing everyone was being serious, you could tell that sometimes jokes either went over her heard or she believed them without a doubt. When he admitted his cruelty she nodded in agreement, her pink lips pursing into a fine pucker. “I bet you also sacrifice kittens and virgins. And to be honest I’d be more upset about the kittens. Poor balls of puff.” She too teased back and winked a little bit. It was much easier to talk to him then some of the other teachers, perhaps it was because he wasn’t a teacher but a guidance counselor? That might be it. He cared for the students like all teachers did but she wasn’t getting in the way of his teacher plans like she was with others.

Luna blinked a little bit. Did she really come across so nervous? Well she had every right to be! She promised these kids and she never went back on a promise. If they couldn’t get enough money she could easily ask her elder brother to help and thankfully her brother had yet to say no to something. She felt her face flush a bit when he asked her to also call him by his first name. She wanted to protest since he was her elder but she didn’t, so long as that was his wish she would go along with it. “Alright, Dorian!” She shook his hand as though they just met for the first time. Her bright brown eyes looked at him curiously after a moment. When someone continued a sentence with ‘let me explain’ nerves would naturally build up in your stomach. It went right along with ‘but’ and ‘however.’ The young woman bit her lip and a small scowl came across her face. It made her look more like a child than an angry adult.

“I don’t understand that!” She said rather loudly. Realizing her voice rose she moved to shut his door so she could speak freely without bothering others. “We’re all here for the same reason right? To help these kids and prepare them for life. Vice principle or not when it comes down to our students, why do ideas basically become a battle of superiority? That makes it less about the people we’re in charge of and more of a play on power. We’re not in ancient times, ideas can be expressed freely now without having the weight of being called a heretic on your shoulders.” Luna crossed her arms and huffed stubbornly. When she put her mind to something, she would not give up without kicking and screaming.

Money came up again and she finally relaxed a bit, a small smile replaced the stubborn scowl and she spoke calmly. “A person auction? It’s not weird like that! We’ll put bids on people who want to be auctioned off and whoever wins gets to go hang out or go on a date! Not only that but we also plan to have a car wash and bake sale and other things! And if we’re running short… I’ll ask in a favor to someone who owes me a favor! My brother won’t mind if I bother him long enough.” Elliot did owe her a lot. She was always there to pick him up and make him eat or sleep when he “forgot.” In reality she sometimes felt less like his little sister and more like his baby sitter and he knew that. That’s why if she asked he would happily give her some money, so long as it was for something good and not stupid. This was good, or so her heart believed.

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