Let's just say that if he wants somebody dead, that person will die within 24 hours.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Since nobody has decided to be a teacher so I guess I'll take that position.
Name: Eva Dawn Peterson "Miss Peterson" Age: 26 Appearance:Spoiler
Personality: Soft speaking, kind, likes kids, knows how to take control of a classroom Role: Teacher (Haven't decided what subject) Power: Telekinesis Weaknesses: Her powers aren't truly developed even though she is an adult. She doesn't know how to love but that doesn't mean she isn't nice. Some times if she gets frightened or isn't fully in control with her powers then she'll use them accidently. Back Story: Her parents seperated when she was young, she never forgave them and that is probably the reason she doesn't believe in love and her powers won't fully develop. She was in Tarragon College when she was younger, she pass with low marks because of her lack of control. She teaches at Tarragon in hopes her power will be fully developed watching others succeed. Other: She doesn't believe in love and unless a really nice guy catches her eye and embeds himself in her heart, I doubt she ever will.
Every time you smile, I smile And every time you shine, Ill shine for you
Nicholas had his back hunched, trudging his feet. He had his large hands stuffed awkwardly into his pockets, his fingers rattling around, possibly searching for stray coins. He wore a long black jacket, and black jeans. It was August, and insanely hot, but he didn't mind. He preferred to keep his body covered, away from the view of others. He approached the large gates of Tarragon college, and he glanced at the sign. Magician figurines stood on the top of the looming thing, depicting images of the mages slaying monsters, and defending innocents. He growled. Not all monsters killed for fun. Not all beasts enjoyed murdering. Most of the time, it was for food. The audacity of humans shocked and insulted him, having members in his family who weren't entirely human. He stepped through the gates, and into Tarragon college, and saw his first view of his home for the next few years.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Heather pulled her suitcase out of the car, sighing at the weight of the damn thing. All around her people were arriving at the entrance of Tarragon, some faces she remembered, some where new. A boy, in a ridiculously long trench coat and black jeans trudged past, hands in his pockets. "Hi, you new here?" she called He glanced up at here for a second and then carried on walking. Suit yourself, Heather thought. She'd forgotten people at Tarragon were usually a little messed up.
It was baking, not a typical English summer, and her tank top and shorts stuck to her skin like a second pair of skin. She trudged her suitcase through the big steel gates and into the grounds of Tarragon. They were beautiful, the grounds of Tarragon. Acres of gardens surrounded by tall fencing; there was a small forest to the east, a lake in the north where they often taught swimming in the summer, and small areas for quiet study dotted in-between. Heather supposed a lot of funding went into this place.
Suddenly her case came up against a bump in the cobble path and tipped up, spilling clothes and books onto the hard ground. She blushed furiously, reaching down to pick up her things "Need any help with that?" She looked up,
(Anyone can jump in)
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Miss Peterson set down her bags at the foot of bed at her quarters. She made her way to the window overlooking the courtyards where her pupils were arriving. Many were in groups and some were stranded by themselves, she knew what they were feeling, coming here to the school she called home for so long. She knew they were feeling excited, nervous, and awe at the site of this massive stone building that loomed over them. She knew that was how she feel so many years before. She watched as the building swallowed them up, she knew tomorrow would be the start of the first day, her first teaching job. She worried she wouldn't succeed, the kids would hate her, but she knew she couldn't show it. She changed into her teaching robes, making sure they laid flat and make her way to down to the front doors, ready to welcome her future students in.
Every time you smile, I smile And every time you shine, Ill shine for you
Nicholas that he had been rude at first, leaving a terrible first impression. He turned quickly, hoping to apologize. He needed to make good connections here, if he was to follow orders. He walked slowly, careful not to make loud footsteps. He stayed silent. That was his motto. As he approached her, she tripped, and her belongings spilled out onto the cobblestone path. He nearly tripped over her in the process. He composed himself, telling himself to be nice.
"Need any help with that?" He asked, but it came out a throaty growl. She looked up at him, bewildered.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
"Need any help with that?" the boy asked. It was the one with the trench coat that had blanked her earlier "Oh so now you decide to talk to me?" The boy smiled tightly, passing her a book from the floor "Sorry about that, must of had my headphones in." Heather looked warily at him, gathering up the remainder of her clothes and stuffing them back into her case "Sure didn't look like you were wearing headphones" The boy laughed darkly "I'm Nicholas, and you are?" "Heather, nice to meet you" she replied curtly, They both stood up, looking a little unsure of eachother.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Nicholas regarded her carefully. Pretty enough, but he wasn't one for love. He was too old for that. He had forgotten about girls long ago. Long before love was a common thing. But he could use her to his advantage. He used the headphone trick to duck out of it quickly, to save himself from seeming rude. He never used headphones, the new objects would be blown away like many other things he had seen invented, the guillotine, cart and horses, so on and so forth. He needed to strike a conversation with her, not to prolong further awkwardness. "So what did you come here to study?" He inquired, raising his eyebrows.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
"So what did you come here to study?" he inquired, raising his eyebrows. "Study? Probably the same things your here to study, Maths, English, pointless things like that" she shrugged. To be quite honest, she found the lessons at Tarragon pointless. It was just a mess, trying to force all these ridiculously complicated individuals into one room, sit them down and teach them algebra. It was all too odd, like some overrated hogwarts. "The real question you want to ask, is what do you do?" He blinked, confused. "Come on " she smiled "You either look like a Pyromaniac or a pretty twisted elemental"
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Emma said goodbye to her mother and entered the gates nervously. She carefully weaved her way around the groups of students clumping together, making sure not to come too close to any of them. She made her way to a stone bench a few yards away from the nearest person and sat down, pulling a book at random from her bag and opening it up. She bent her head over it so people would think she was reading and leave her alone. Really, Emma was just trying not to accidently hurt anyone. She hadn't been around large groups of people in awhie, and she found it annoyingly challenging.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
Her question threw him off guard. He did not know how to answer. He certainly was not a Pyromaniac, or an elemental, or anything else in that category. He felt his hands in his pockets break out into sweat. His cover didn't prepare him for a question like this. He could cover background, family, all of that, but ability, that was hard. He could lie, but that would be easily disproved. He licked his lips. He could silence here, before she could say anything. But no, too messy. So he did the only logical thing he could have done. "Still in discovery." He threw out. It seemed odd that he would be invited to this school if he had not discovered the nature of his powers yet, but at least the lie would keep him from being discovered.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
I think that was when I began to realize that reputation isn't everything. I should focus less about how others perceive me and more about what makes me happy. Because, in the end, I have to live with myself. — Seraphina
