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[wren]

They're getting closer now
Open your eyes
Wake up my dear young friend
And hate shall fade away

Waiting for detention to end was torture for the immortal. Long, piano fingers impatiently tapped the table in front of her, her pink painted nails clicking rapidly without stopping. Deep blue eyes glanced, no, glared around the room, moving past the rest of its occupants who had gotten their asses sent in here as well and finally, to settle on the clock on the wall. She hissed under her breath when she saw that there was still one more hour to go. One more fucking hour before all this was over. Heck, why was she even complaining about this? Wren snorted silently and her fingers stopped moving. She lived for six hundred years already; this should be nothing for her.

Well. She didn't exactly have a lot of patience at the moment. She had a Maine Coon waiting for her back at home, and the cat was probably wondering where the hell was his mistress. Like his mistress herself, Altair too didn't exactly have bucketfuls of patience to spare. Wren knew that she was going to get hell from her cat later.

How she ended up in an empty classroom with a few other people after school hours was pretty simple. It all started with one jealous blonde chick, who had the nerve to insult her in front of the whole school during break and the next thing the blonde girl knew, the popular queen bitch was attacking her with sharp nails. Catfights were Wren's thing; they happened all the time and her nails proved to be an excellent weapon to do so. The brunette didn't care at all what gender she was attacking; boy or girl, they were going down if they had the guts to tick her off. No one could mess with her and get away with it. No one. Even her late siblings and parents knew to stay away from her when she was pissed off; one wrong word and you're done.

Wren angrily kicked at the legs of the table she was sitting at; the object shifting a little to the front with a loud squeaky sound. The empty blackboard in front of her was pissing her off, the silent class was pissing her off, and in fact, she felt so ticked with everything that she felt like picking up the table and throwing it out of the window. Her eyebrows knitted together and she pursed her lips. It would do no good for her if she exploded here. There was no one suitable right now to do so anyway. She crossed her arms over her chest and gritted her teeth. Glancing around the little room once again, she began looking at the auras and minds of the humans or whatever species around her. Some had pretty, clear auras and some had auras that were a little black. And most of their minds seem to read the same thing; 'I want to go home.'

The brunette scoffed and turned away, returning to glaring with barely concealed annoyance at the blackboard. Sometimes dying seemed to be worth more than sitting here like this. Wren grunted. Her many attempts at suicide was extraordinary. Fire didn't work, stabbing was no use and heck, even drowning was out. "Shit." Wren muttered under her breath. Looks like she was stuck here for good. There didn't seem to be anyone here at the moment to go all bitchy and entertain her. If there was one thing she was dying for right now, it was entertainment.

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karma police, arrest this man

HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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^{It was one of those mornings, one of those days. It was one of those days where he wished he taught college classes instead of high school. Well, even though he was like a teacher there, since the English teacher was rarely there, he still got paid their salary. Which was nice. Pausing slightly, the Immortal lifted his gaze from the desk when a blonde guy entered, looking - quite annoyed and saddened at the same time. Setting down his glasses, he greeted the student, "Michael, how may I help you?"}

[/color] He always made it a point to bond with the students, and they always seemed to go with it too, which was nice. Made it easier to get to know them throughout the school year. Plus this being his first year, at this high school as least, he still didn't worry about it all too much. The student approached the desk and opened the book they were reading to him, Crime and Punishment, one of his own personal favorite books, plus the best part for seniors, it was on one of the multiple suggested reading lists. Tilting his head, he listened to the boy's inquiry, and calmly answered, "It's all about Raskolnikov's internal struggle, yes?"[/color] Michael nodded, and listened, "He's pawned away all his money, the writing I asked you guys to do, is to come up with something, what you would do if you lost all your money."[/color] The student paused, though looked up when a blonde student, with her nails appearing more interesting than the conversation at hand appeared. Hazel eyes flashed in annoyance, he knew this girl. She always made it a point to give him a wink when-ever she got the chance. Jaw clenched and Christian mused, "Feel free to email me any concerns, Michael."[/color]

As the two left, he sighed and shook his head, before running a hand through his hair, and shutting down his computer after logging off. He then checked the time, and sighed. Darla, one of the teachers here had to run and pick up her children, but she had detention duty. "Would you mind watching them for the last hour?" He internally groaned, though he said yes nonetheless. The Immortal stood up and grabbed his bag he kept all his things in and headed towards the detention classroom. Spying the few students in there, he immediately recognized one dark-haired girl, Wren, he believed her name was, bright, though he had a feeling there was something else with her. Knocking lightly on the door, the male entered as the black-haired woman stood up and spoke, approaching him with her things in hand, "Thank you so much, Mister Ballard." She pronounced it slightly wrong, but he didn't care anymore, most Americans had problems with his last name. Smiling softly, he mused, "There is not a problem, I can assure you of that, Missus Hart, go pick up your daughter."[/color] Course the best part was, most detentions never lasted as long as they had to. Plus, Christian had done it before. Smiling coyly to himself, he set his stuff down on the desk, lowering his head slightly to peer at the students above his glasses, inspecting them curiously. They all had the same thoughts going through their mind, wanting to go home, wanting to just get out of here.

Sitting down smoothly, his eyes landed on Wren's aura another time, it was different, but certainly annoyed, that much he could tell. Arching a dark eyebrow towards the students, the English professor spoke calmly, as if picking his words carefully, "To help pass the time, I'm willing to put on some music, though please, no complaining about it, it will give something to help pass the time."[/color] Christian then logged into the computer, checking the door, the principal clocked out early these days, and therefore he didn't worry about it. Nevertheless, he recognized these students, they wouldn't tell. Setting on the classical music, he heard some of their thoughts change to annoyance, and he chuckled, before inquiring, "Would you rather have no music at all?"[/color] The few who were awake shook their heads, and he leaned back in his chair, grinning smugly. Excellent. He pulled out Plato's Dialogues, still reading through it to see if he would have the students read this next semester. Glancing to the clock, he figured he could let them out about twenty minutes early, since no teacher ever kept them here for the whole time, except for Coach Peebles, even then he hated it, but he always went straight by the book. Christian pushed up his glasses - ones which he rarely wore, except for school, onto the bridge of his nose nicely, before raising his gaze and scanning around the room, most of them were nodding off with the classical music, as he had aimed to happen, though as he settled in for the next forty minutes or so, Christian sighed calmly, before setting down his book and pulling out short essays he had to grade. Nonetheless, detention was never that fun to watch, but once in awhile things would happen.



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[wren]

They're getting closer now
Open your eyes
Wake up my dear young friend
And hate shall fade away

Thinking and shooting insults at others was one of Wren's greatest strengths...and weaknesses. It was indeed odd that offending people could be considered a strength, but Wren had used it many times to her advantage; mostly to repel idiots and basically people who annoy and tick her off away. Right now, the brunette was thinking, yes, thinking furiously an alarming number of insults that she would no doubt happily shoot at the teacher in front of her. The woman seemed to have ignored or not notice her silent outburst for which Wren was glad. The last thing she wanted was an extended bloody detention. Her mouth twitched; her tongue dying to start yelling vulgarities and to scream the house down with boredom. That teacher's name Dara, or Darla, or even Doreen whatever her name was kept glancing at the clock anxiously, as though she too was dying to get out of here. And for once, Wren agreed with her. Wasting your time here in detention; now that was shit.

She raised one elegant eyebrow when the older woman began packing her things away. Wren glanced at the clock, now frowning. It wasn't leaving time yet- they still had like what, fifty minutes to go? Did the woman had to go to the toilet? No, or else she wouldn't be packing. Was she escaping from her job that is to babysit these people? It sure as hell seemed like it. Wren's mouth dropped into a tiny 'o'. Of all the damn nerve. She watched with incredulity as Mrs. Whatever packed her crap and stood up. Wren prepared to get up as well, and launch into a huge tirade when there was a soft knock on the door and a young handsome man entered. The immortal grunted and narrowed her blue eyes. What now?

"Thank you so much, Mister Ballard." said Mrs. Dara or whatever. Wren tilted her head to one side in puzzlement. What?

"There is not a problem, I can assure you of that, Missus Hart, go pick up your daughter." Mr. Good Looking replied.

She was supposed to pick up her daughter...no wonder the anxiety. Wren leaned back in her seat, already uninterested and crossed her long legs. The dude looked familiar though. Wren racked her brains; trying to remember who he was when it hit her. One of the volunteers or substitutes of this shitty school. Honestly. Wren snorted. Who'd want to volunteer at this dump anyway? The girl watched as the man settled down and then he face turned into an expression of pure incredulity as he mentioned classical music and her mouth dropped open once again when the music began to play. She blinked once, twice, staring at the teacher for a while with skepticism before snapping her mouth shut. This was bullshit. Playing crappy, grandmother music in detention. Her brow twitched with barely concealed disgust and annoyance. This kind of music was popular in her time; she didn't see what was so great about Mozart and the rest. So what if they're legendary composers eh? She played their songs on the violin most of the time.

"This is shit." she said and shook her head to no one in particular. "Mozart or Beethoven or Schubert or whatever in detention. Looks like we found something to pass the time, folks."

[/b] Her tone dripped with sarcasm and annoyance. Not expecting any feedback, she immediately returned to glaring at the walls.

notes: omfg gaspard. <3


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karma police, arrest this man

HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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<sup>Patient hands skimmed through the papers silently, as hazel eyes lifted to meet the random eyes of the students he noticed in detention. Oh, punishments. They were nothing compared to how he would have been punished if he had disobeyed when he was growing up. It only happened once though, and a few days later, he got the scar that was on his left cheek even today, over 2,000 years later. A light hand placed itself on his left cheek, resting it in his palm calmly. Not that it was obnoxious, oh no, it just showed itself whenever he decided to smile or smirk, which the latter happened quite a bit. Fortunately he wasn't known to be a jerk, more of a mentor/friend to all the students. Wrinkling his nose slightly, Christian's eyes narrowed when he heard someone shifting, and recognized it was the dark-haired girl again. Dammit, why did she look so familiar? Had he met her before? That was a given, as he worked here all the time pretty much, but still! Pausing slightly, Christian racked his memories, before he decided he'd probably just need to ask her, after all, her aura was much duller than any of the others, something he noticed immediately, plus her thoughts were harder to hear. That meant one of two things, either she was Immortal, or he was just losing it. Personally he hoped it was that she was like him, that would also explain the déjá vú he felt. Pausing slightly as he marked the grade on a paper, his eyes locked onto her for a moment, as if trying to figure it out.

He then leaned back enough to put the pair of long legs on top of the desk, allowing the music to flow into the atmosphere, chuckling softly to himself when he noticed more students put their heads down. Now if they just realized why he'd done this, they'd be so grateful, but he preferred for them to figure it out. This always had a better effect on students, especially putting them to sleep, like Great Expectations, which he too hated, but the 10th and some 11th graders still had to read it. Thank goodness he never had to when he was their age. Feeling pity for them swell in his being, the Immortal's attention flicked back to his papers, shaking his head slightly at one of them, though a small smile fell on his lips, before then, his phone vibrated, and he checked the text. From Ellie, responding without putting the smile on his face that really wanted to spread over his lips like butter on a piece of toast, Christian tucked his phone away before suddenly hearing someone speak. It was the dark-haired girl he'd noticed earlier, the one that looked familiar, like he'd met her before these few moments in the detention. Sighing softly, he put his feet down, and leaned forward silently in the chair, hearing her sarcasm, he spoke, eyes locking onto hers like steel, "Is there a problem, Miss Lasseur?"</sup>

[/color] He realized her last name too, was French. How quaint. Christian arched an eyebrow her way, daring her to keep voicing her thoughts.

Standing up, with an air of laziness about him, Christian approached her desk, and sat down on the edge of the one caddy-corner in front of hers, "Let me guess, may I? Someone had a quick tongue, and you took action."[/color] That tid bit of information, was courtesy of him being able to hear her thoughts. He then quickly began to build barriers around his own thoughts, clearing his mind except to basic things, as he set his glasses aside and added, "I do ask, watch your language, Miss Lasseur, after all, what would happen if someone else heard that?"[/color] He then backed off and headed back to his desk, before adding, waving his glasses, "I'll offer everyone a deal, if all of you remain quiet for the next twenty minutes, I'll let everyone go early. That includes you too."[/color] He gestured to Wren, before sitting back down and tucking away his book, and then flipped off the music, turning the computer off, hearing a mutter about not being able to fall asleep easier now from someone in the back. Remaining poised and silent, Christian muttered something in French, "Kids these days..."[/color][/i] before he then returned to his work, keeping a careful eye on their auras and thoughts as he did so.


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[wren]

They're getting closer now
Open your eyes
Wake up my dear young friend
And hate shall fade away

The walls were dirty. Wren noted, glaring at its snowy whiteness that had a huge mark of black somewhere along side it; the kind of color that you'd often see when someone, out of boredom, would scrape a dirty shoe against the whiteness, just to add a spot of black to 'decorate' it. Even though she was never fond of the color white; she actually found it too saintly looking; it still ticked her off a little when she saw the dirty black mark. The school was dirty enough already with the people who attend it, why smear the freaking wall too? Wren grimaced inwardly. Filthy people did filthy things after all. If the people in the school were freaking filthy and she was the only one sane, then...

Oh crap. She had stained her nails attacking a blonde dirty girl when she could have ignored her in the first place. The brunette had no regrets though.

Wren grimaced again, shaking her head, realizing that the girl she had attacked was not worth enough for her to actually land in detention among these nobodies. In fact, she was sure that everyone in this room knew her. She had made her name in this high school; reigning as the Queen as them all and earning her a boost in her social life. She did this because she didn't want to be forgotten not because she wanted the damn title in the first bloody place. Wren wasn't an attention seeker; she just didn't want to fade away and have her name disappear in this generation.

Lapis lazuli blue eyes flickered towards the teacher and she frowned upon inspecting his aura. It was an odd color, and it didn't seem natural to her at all. When his eyes locked on to hers after her comment, she met his gaze without flinching. He opened his mouth and the next thing she knew he asked whether she had a damn problem or not. It was a rhetorical question and she knew it. Keeping herself tongue-tied, she didn't bother answering it; although she had a few comebacks in handy already and she was dying to use them.

Thinking that it was best to not say anything for the meantime, she ignored the noise he made when he pushed his chair back. She ignored him completely when he came over and sat on the empty table in front of her, her head pointedly looking to the side and out the window; looking anywhere but at him. She had to admit; he did seem a little bit familiar, but figuring that everybody was the same, she had not pursued the idea that she may have seen or met him before. Why should she of all people involve herself in making friends or at least acquaint herself with people like him?

Her attempts to repeatedly ignore the teacher in front of her was failed when he began to speak.

"Let me guess, may I? Someone had a quick tongue, and you took action."

Wren's head whipped towards him, her eyes narrowing. She hadn't told him anything; how the hell did he know? He was just some other random volunteer here; he couldn't have been around during break. Jerk. she thought. How the hell does he know?

[/color] She gritted her teeth and glared at him, her eyes now narrowing into slits and didn't say anything. Yet.

"I do ask, watch your language, Miss Lasseur, after all, what would happen if someone else heard that?"

"Oh I wonder."[/b] she retorted back sarcastically, rolling her eyes and made an attempt to read his mind. Upon finding nothing but a whole load of crap, she could have screeched with fury. Just who the hell was this dude? His aura was odd, she couldn't break into his mind, and there was this stupid feeling of recognition that wouldn't go away. When he returned to his desk, Wren's foot shot out again, kicking the legs of the table even harder. The next thing she knew, Mr.Whatever was saying that he would let them out if they shut up. Easy thing to do for the others; for most of them were asleep, but it was getting even harder for the girl to hold her tongue and to control her temper, which was bound to flare up any moment. Not that it wasn't, but she wasn't blowing up yet. She had to leave. Fast.

Hurry up![/color] she screeched inwardly at the clock, her thoughts running wild. I need to get the hell out of here! Goddammit![/color]


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karma police, arrest this man

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<sup>Sitting back down and hearing the girl's thoughts, he was partially curious to know; did she know how to help block some of her thoughts from other Immortals? She may have and she wasn't doing it, or she just plain didn't know. It was a talent Christian had picked up, so maybe it came with age. He knew wisdom sure as hell didn't. Checking the time, noticing about five minutes or so had gone by, he eyed the array of students quietly, like he was expecting one of them - besides Wren - to blow up in his face. He doubted it, they all seemed pretty content right where they were. Tilting his head slightly, the Immortal then ran a hand through his hair patiently, as he started to finish off these different essays and such. A curious look fell over his features when he then suddenly remembered her last name. Lasseur. It was French, had he known someone related to her, or actually....her? Eyes widened slightly, though with his head down, no one would be able to see the stunned look begin to fall across his face. It was true, he recognized the name. Quickly, he grabbed his iPhone, and rummaged through the files he had on there, before checking a few dates, Christian set it aside. Yes, it was true. The Black Death. Something about her last name rang a bell, and he wanted to know what it was. Especially with her thoughts, personally he wanted to ask her what the hell her problem was, but not in this setting. He'd certainly get fired. Scowling slightly, Christian's hands tensed ever so slightly, before he raised his head, hearing the girl screaming. Not out loud though. In her bloody head.

A soft chuckle escaped Christian's lips before he could stop himself. She was quite ticked, especially him having known what she did. Well, he could have figured it out eventually without hearing her internal monologue, which was beginning to bore him in some ways. Texting Ellie with a hi and telling her that he was planning on a date with her this weekend, mostly because he could, Christian then scoffed at her calling him a jerk. If only she knew what he'd done over his life, she'd probably find better words to call him. Ignoring her sarcasm stiffly, Christian packed up his things with an air of laziness about him, as he checked the clock, they only had about thirty minutes left. Pausing, ignoring Wren's internal rage, he spoke, "All of you may leave, except for Miss Wren Lasseur up here. Thank you for being quiet."</sup>

[/color] He gave her a short look, meaning both her sarcasm and her internal screeching going on. It was quite annoying, he could barely concentrate. Wrinkling his nose as he tucked the glasses away, Christian stood and inquired to her, "I just have one quick question for you, Wren, then you're free to go. I lied, two."[/color] he zipped up the bag and continued, "First, were you born in France, and secondly.."[/color] he paused, eyes flashing, telling her he had a pretty good feeling, "Do the dates 1348 to around 1350 mean anything to you, for your history?"[/color]

A curious look fell on his features. Those were the dates when the Black Death spread over Europe. He'd only escaped because of what he was, but he remembered the Lasseur, the father who went crazy, he remembered seeing that man's aura. Tainted, though it still cared for his children, just way deep down. Christian tilted his head slightly, still standing near the teacher desk, giving himself space just in case Wren decided to try and do something stupid. Leaning lightly on it, keeping the space between them, Christian crossed his arms over his chest, looking to Wren silently. Personally he was quite curious, he just hoped she would go with it. If she was what he thought she was, it would only confirm what he thought, plus that he had met her before, just, over 500 years ago. Quite interesting, and it just went to show how small this world was. How depressing that thought could be too, he remembered where he thought only Rome was his world, that there wasn't much beyond Italy except rogue peoples and such. Eying Wren patiently, like he had all the time in the world - which he did - Christian then added softly, "Don't answer it if you don't wish to, but I'm just curious what you know about them, what they are..."[/color]

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<sup>500+ - kel! <3 - karma police, radiohead - sorry it's suckish. D: - gaspard is the sex

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[wren]

They're getting closer now
Open your eyes
Wake up my dear young friend
And hate shall fade away

An assortment of thoughts piled up and down in Wren's frantic mind, seeming to knock over each other and disappearing, only to be replaced with other ones. She practically screeching in it; yelling obscenities in different languages each time. Right now, she was cursing and swearing in Italian, too absorbed in her own anger to even stop and try to think as to how the teacher in front of her knew practically what was she thinking all the time without any barriers on. Of course she knew how to block her mind; she just couldn't do anything but scream at the moment. Language to language she switched; the advantages of being bilingual, every twenty seconds there was always a new offensive word. Her eyes stared blankly into space, her mind obviously too focused with yelling inwardly that she didn't, no, couldn't speak with her mouth. What she didn't know yet was that he, the handsome teacher, could hear the yelling as well.

When Spanish switched to Finnish, there was only thirty minutes left before it was time's up. A huge dictionary of Finnish vulgarities opened up in her mind, and Mr.Whatever's voice could barely be heard over the babble. She stopped swearing inwardly when he spoke, and she scowled when she was told that she was to stay for a little bit and the sarcasm that he added in made her actually stop and think for a little bit. "Damn psychic."

[/i] she thought dryly, reaching a conclusion and not bothering to continue screeching inwardly. Okay, the dude was psychic, he could read her mind. Whatever. The end. She dryly hoped that he enjoyed the freaking show, no, yelling that she had 'performed'. Ignoring him and waiting at the same time, she shoved her undone homework into her backpack, wondering what the hell did he want. Already she was expecting a damn lecture from him on her attitude. Lectures came in and went out again for her; this should be no problem.

The first question he asked made the girl scoff immediately before question number two came. What do you mean 'was she born in France?' Of course she was born there! French dad, English mom. It said so in her records, but she didn't stop to think for a moment that the guy hadn't done his homework about her because he was only a volunteer or something like that. The second question felt like a slap in her face. It had been a horrible time for her; the plague spreading across France like wildfire and she had watched her family die one by one. Only two of her brothers other than her and her insane, grief stricken father had survived. Wren's eyes widened and the arrogance and anger that had been building up in her died away as flashes of her past erupted in her mind. Her shoulders slumped and she looked away from him, her face a blank mask. She wanted to scream at him for asking such a question; she wanted to murder him for daring to do so, but all she could do was clench her hands into fists.

"It was the time during the Black Death."[/color] she spat a few moments later. "And I have no idea what you are talking about. What I know about what?"[/color] She shook her head, clearing out the painful moments and fixed a sharp blue gaze on him, back to her usual self.

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