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Post by `jason mathias deen. on Feb 16, 2009 17:37:21 GMT -5
He'd sat in his classroom long enough that morning, now the young professor needed to get out. It wasn't so much that he needed to be away from the classroom itself, he just needed to get out and go somewhere. He got restless after a while. Didn't take long. It was August, and he was in Chicago, what was wrong with this picture? He was an Aussie, and he wasn't wearing a jacket. This was just strange. But, then again, he'd been in the states long enough to adjust to the strange seasons. Running his hand through his shaggy brown-blonde hair, he picked up keys and iPod and stuck them in his pocket and then limped out.
If someone asked him what his favourite place on campus was, he would answer it before they'd even finished asking. The Library. No contest. The 23 year old Social Studies teacher was in love with books, but, unfortunately that love was a double edged sword, because for most of the time, unless he wanted to tap into his inheritance, he was broke. So, instead of buying books, he'd befriended the library staff, now, he was in the great hall more often than not.
Limping through the rows of books, he scanned the titles, looking for something he either hadn't read, or caught his interest again. More than a few titles passed him by, but ever so often, he'd pull one off the shelf and read it's summary, and then, if it really caught his interest, he'd check the publication date. Just a strange habit of his, if it was published too long after the event, occasionally the author didn't have a clue what he was writing about, but, if it was written too soon after the even, you had no idea of how detailed it would be, he'd seen more than a few students have to run out of the classroom before they completely waxed his floor with their breakfast.
But, today he wasn't looking for books for his classes, no, he was just looking for something to read; and today, he felt like a murder would suffice. Leaving the historical fiction section behind, he headed to the just general fiction and began to look for a murder of some sort, he was almost immediately lost in the world the different murders, whether they be mass killings, or an assassination, they all caught his interest. But one in particular caught his interest, pulling the worn copy off the shelf, he opened the cover, reading the inside flap for the summary. It seemed interesting enough, turning to the page, he juggled the book and balancing on the shelf poorly enough so that when he went to turn the page, the book ended up on the ground. With a sigh, he bent down to get the book, muttering to himself about how life had just gotten more complicated when he'd been in his wreck.
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Post by anna on Feb 16, 2009 21:07:33 GMT -5
   while you siting 'round thinking 'bout what you can't change,[/color] and worrying about all the wrong things,[/color] time's flying by, moving so fast.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font] Putting up the homework assignment she had finished talking about, Haleigh turned and watched her class as they scribbled down the assignment, so that they could have some time to talk amongst themselves. Haleigh didn’t care if they talked, just as long as they didn’t talk when she did – and that they did their assignments. Moving to her desk, Haleigh sat down and looked over at the clock, two minutes left. She watched as people started to talk, leaning over their small desks to talk to their neighbours, more and more people talking as more and more people finished writing down the assignment. Haleigh brought her marking book closer to her and looked at the assignments that she has completed marking, and the ones that she needed to finish up. Putting the ones that she had to finish marking into a pile, she then slipped them into her little messenger bag, something she would bring to the Library with her, in a matter of… thirty seconds. Standing up, Haleigh walked towards the door, opening it and then turning. The bell rang, clear and loud over the now hushed students. They got out of their seats in a rush and Haleigh waited until the very last one was out of the room before closing the door and locking it behind her. Putting her key into a pocket of her messenger bag, Haleigh waved to a few teachers that she was familiar with. Even though she was new, Haleigh was getting more familiar with more teachers. And getting more tips.
Pushing open the door that would lead her through the courtyard, and then into the Library, Haleigh realized that it was starting to rain. Or it would soon. Clouds were rolling in; the dark grey ones that always promised some form of precipitation. Haleigh grimaced, and then quickly walked to the other building. She made it with only a few drops falling onto her. Getting inside, Haleigh walked over to a table she usually sat at. Sitting down, she opened up her bag – after putting it onto the table. Sliding out the stack of papers that she needed to mark, she sighed. Running a hand through her curly hair, Haleigh wanted to do something else. Her mind frame was not set in ‘marking’ like it should be. Putting down her red pen, she leaned back in the plastic chair and let her eyes roam around the building. Some students where huddled at another table, trying to be secretive as they kissed occasionally. Haleigh’s eyes moved quickly away from them, she hated seeing that kind of romantic crap. Of course, maybe it’s just because she doesn’t have anyone like that… and she was starting to get up there in age. Pushing herself up from the chair she stomped off to a row of book shelves that was nearby, changing her thought process. She wasn’t going to drag her mood down the drain, like how the weather was turning now.
Realizing that she was looking at some history books, Haleigh recoiled and turned down the aisle that she often frequented in: murder. She liked reading about those books – call her crazy, or not even believe her, it didn’t matter to Haleigh. She liked the serial killers, she also liked look for clues to see who was behind it and whether the crimes committed where linked or not. Realizing that she was not alone, Haleigh looked down a few paces away from her and saw what she thought was another teacher. She could be wrong though, but either way she has never seen him before. Wait. Squinting at him, she realized that she remembered his face… Looking away, Haleigh realized that she had been staring. Dropping her gaze so that she was looking at some books in front of her, Haleigh kept her heart rate down. Turning, she smiled over at him. Gesturing to the books with her thumb, she spoke to him. “Hey – so you’re a fan of the murder books, too?” She said, feeling hopelessly lame on the inside. This was why it was difficult for her to meet somebody… she sucked at starting conversations. “I’m Haleigh McFadden… I’m not sure if we’ve met before.” She said, sticking her hand out to him for him to shake, if he would. She looked into his eyes, wondering if she should just shut up and back away right then or there. ‘Just stay and see if he says anything…’ She told herself, her hand still stuck out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] status; finished !
pour qui; jason mathias deen
words; 980
lyrics; so small - carrie underwood
notes on a scandal; sorry for the delay... hope my reply is okay. xD
outfit; coming soon.
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Post by `jason mathias deen. on Feb 16, 2009 21:48:18 GMT -5
Jason flipped through the book absentmindedly after picking it up off the ground. His knee was really beginning to hurt, and when he glanced out of one of the floor to celling windows at the end of the row, he saw why. Rain streaked the windows now, sighing, he turned back to his book, the weather always made his leg hurt, it had just become a way of life. But, his pride forbid him from getting a cane or something. He was only 23, he was too young to have to deal with a cane. As he flipped the page, he became acutely aware that he was no longer alone, looking up, he smiled softly at the other teacher who was standing in front of him - or at least he thought it was a teacher. So many of them were almost as young as some of the students. But, it made him feel more at ease with this place seeing as there were people his age here.
Hey – so you’re a fan of the murder books, too?
[/b] He looked at the cover once and then nodded, I guess you could say that.[/b] He chuckled; closing the book gently, almost as if he shut it too hard it would damage it completely. I’m Haleigh McFadden… I’m not sure if we’ve met before.[/b][/i] He shook her hand politely, his easy smile still on his face. Jason Deen, I think you're right, I don't believe we've met, but it's a pleasure. His voice had his native accent to it, Australian. I teach Senior Social Studies, and seeing as I haven't seen you in one of my classes, I'm going to guess you're a teacher.[/b] He felt stupid as he said it, but tried to ignore it as best he could. Shifting painfully off his leg, he looked at her and then at the row of books. He was a little impressed, the woman met his eyes easily, it was one of his pet peeves when someone sat there and looked everywhere but at you. It was just disrespectful. I'm sorry, if I'm in your way or something, just tell me and I'll move.[/b] He figured that was the only reason that she was over here talking to him, either that, or she was just as new as he and didn't really know anyone else. Sure, he knew of his students, and he'd met a couple of the other teachers, but that was it along the lines of his social life here. His blue-green-grey eyes studied her as nonchalantly as he could, but figured he was failing miserably. And, unfortunately, there was no excuse if she asked why he was staring at her. ooc;
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Post by anna on Feb 18, 2009 16:19:56 GMT -5
while you siting 'round thinking 'bout what you can't change, [/color] and worrying about all the wrong things,[/color] time's flying by, moving so fast.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font] Haleigh didn’t mind the rain. But, what she hated the most was moving from building to building in the rain. It was hard to do so, always having to make sure the books and electronics where covered up – as well as her hair – if she feared she didn’t have enough hair spray in it, that particular day. When it was raining, and she was at home – she loved to curl up with either some hot chocolate [if she remembered to pick some up] or a good book [if she hasn’t finished one of them yet]. Sure, she would light a fire in the fireplace – but she didn’t have one in her apartment room, which is one thing she misses from her house when she had been growing up. Of course, she hadn’t really used the fire during storms. No, she would be out running in the rain with her brother, never mind wearing shoes or a jacket or a hat. She would dance, barefoot in the mud, just enjoying herself to the max. Then she started to get a little picky about her hair, and she realized that she didn’t like it when it got frizzy from the rain. Nor did the boys at her school.
Of course, Haleigh didn’t spend her whole educational career worrying about what boys/men thought about her. She did what she did and enjoyed studying music and furthering her career. And being successful – at music. Not at love. Haleigh failed miserably at love… it was a subject that she loved to read and hear about, but when faced with it – she became overwhelmed. I guess you could say that. Haleigh smiled, happy that she had bumped into a friendly guy, as opposed to the rude ones that either give you a stupid smirk and walk away, or just stare at you – Haleigh hates that. “They are rather enjoyable… I really like the books with the cliff-hanger endings.” She admitted, and realized that she was talking too much. Closing her mouth, she moved her eyes to the shelf of books that was eye level to her – on her right. Scanning some titles, she realized that she was familiar with the author she was scanning over. Pulling a book down she flipped it, to read the description on the back flap. The book sounded familiar. Looking up, Haleigh wondered if she had missed something that the man in front of her said. She sure hoped so, but sometimes she did zone out for no apparent reason.
After introducing herself, Haleigh had shifted the book to her left hand and stuck out her right hand for him to shake. Shaking his hand, Haleigh smiled and then released his hand, her eyes looking up into his face as he spoke to her. Jason Deen, I think you’re right, I don’t believe we’ve met, but it’s a pleasure. I teach Senior Social Studies, and seeing as I haven’t seen you in one of my classes, I’m going to guess you’re a teacher. Haleigh smiled, thankful that he was talkative. But, as she listened to him go on, she could tell that he had an accent. Now, what was it? Australian? Yeah, that’s what it was. She smiled, and then replied, her own voice thick in her Southern, twangy accent. “Pleasure to meet you, Jason.” She said, and then paused, chuckling at his comment. “No, I am a teacher as well – Musical Composition.” She said her smile still in place. Absent mindedly turning the book over and over in her hands, Haleigh didn’t realize she was fidgeting with it – until it slipped from her hands. Sighing, she picked it up, her cheeks turning a faint pink – ‘Way to make yourself look like a klutz.’ She said to herself, looking up into his eyes – she could be rather bold at times.
Silence settled upon them, and Haleigh dropped her eyes back down to the book that was in her hands. Turning, she put it back on the shelf and went farther to the right in the shelf – looking for the books that were farther along in the series. She hadn’t gotten as far as she had wanted too, only to book three – out of… well, out of a lot of books. Grabbing the fourth book, Haleigh turned to look at Jason when she heard his accented voice again. She was beginning to enjoy hearing that accent. I’m sorry, if I’m in your way or something, just tell me and I’ll move. Haleigh smiled, holding up the book that was in her left hand. “No, no, it’s fine – I was looking for this book… I had started the series a while back… but the author was taking so long to get out her books that I moved on.” She said a sheepish smile on her face. “I should probably pick back up where I left off…” She mused out loud, wondering if there was a switch to her vocal cords that he kept on hitting – she never talked this much… well, she did – but not when she was first meeting someone. She sure hoped that she wasn’t scaring him away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] status; finished !
pour qui; jason mathias deen
words; 1,146
lyrics; so small - carrie underwood
notes on a scandal; sorry for the delay - yet again! i am going to make sure that i pick up my pace lol. also: your post was really good, i have a lot of muse for these two. xD
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Post by `jason mathias deen. on Feb 18, 2009 18:11:47 GMT -5
Jason couldn't help but reach down and rub his knee, just to make it stop hurting, when it rained, it just hurt a little more than usual. Sighing, he looked back up, putting on a smile and the pain at the back of his mind, as he heard the woman begin to speak again. They are rather enjoyable… I really like the books with the cliff-hanger endings.
[/b][/i] He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at this comment. How is that someone can like those? I mean, sure, they have some style to them, but still, you have to then wait so long before you can read what happens to the character.[/b] He hoped she could tell that he was just joking around, although, he did get irked by when the author wrote something, and left quite a bit of room left for another book, and just ended the series, or never mentioned it again. Watching as she looked through the shelves, he looked back down at the book he'd been turning around in his hands, studying the cover absentmindedly. He'd formed somewhat of a hobby ever since he'd moved to the states, he loved listening to the different accents people had. Haleigh had a, what he assumed was a, southern accent. It was kind of twangy at the ends, something he'd only heard in western movies and in some country music, he could imitate it when he wanted to, but at the moment, he was just wanting to relax. Shaking her hand, he smiled. Pleasure to meet you, Jason. . . . No, I am a teacher as well – Musical Composition.[/b] There had been a pause in between the two sentences, enough time for her to chuckle quickly at his comment. He shrugged, admitting he'd been hesitant to guess right off the bat. Ahh, music. Honestly, the only education with music I've ever had is with guitar.[/b] He told her with an easy laugh. He was glad that the library was empty for the most part, usually the staff got a little nitpicky over the volume of talking. When he asked if he needed to move, he listened to her reaction with a slight glint in his eyes. No, no, it’s fine – I was looking for this book… I had started the series a while back… but the author was taking so long to get out her books that I moved on.[/b] Looking curiously at the cover, he nodded, he'd heard of the series. I should probably pick back up where I left off…[/b][/i] With a slight nod of his head, he leaned back against the shelves. Yeah, usually that's a good idea.[/b] He chuckled slightly and then looked down slightly at his feet. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had an actual conversation with someone who wasn't Maria. It felt nice though, a breath of fresh air almost. ooc;
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Post by anna on Feb 19, 2009 16:06:25 GMT -5
while you siting 'round thinking 'bout what you can't change, [/color] and worrying about all the wrong things,[/color] time's flying by, moving so fast.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font] Haleigh noted that the man in front of her, Jason, was rubbing his knee – and grimacing slightly. As if he was in pain? Haleigh mused to herself, she wasn’t going to ask or be that bold by saying something. There were things that Haleigh liked to draw the line with – and that was one thing. Only because she didn’t really know Jason – because this was their first time meeting, obviously. But, she wondered if she would end up hanging out with him more… considering he was another teacher in the same kind of department as she was in. Hearing a quiet chuckle, Haleigh looked up at Jason and smiled, listening to what he had to say. How is that someone can like those? I mean, sure, they have some style to them, but still, you have to then wait so long before you can read what happens to the character. Haleigh shrugged, “True, but, when an author takes too long to get a book out – I tend to go off into another series or something like that… I constantly am reading books, so eventually when the author does come out with another book; I just pick back up where I left off.” Haleigh smiled – she knew that he was kidding; she was just in a talkative mood, unfortunately for Jason. Haleigh didn’t like it when the author would discontinue a series though – that bugged her. When an author did that, she never read anymore of their books – in fear that they would just get you hooked and then abandon you, yet again. See, Haleigh does have trust issues in life…
Haleigh didn’t mind her accent. Sure, she would rather a different one – which was human nature. But still, her accent was better than… well, she doesn’t mind it – let’s leave it at that. She did like Jason’s accent, the Australian accent was so… appealing to Haleigh. Ahh, music. Honestly, the only education with music I’ve ever had is with guitar. Haleigh giggled, making sure that she didn’t get too loud with her volume. Libraries weren’t the best place to meet new people, only because you had to talk kind of softly. Haleigh has been asked to talk quieter many times in a library, as she went through grade school and high school. Naturally, she has a very clear and easy to understand voice, which makes it seem like she is talking a lot louder than she really is. She doesn’t throw a fuss though, if she is asked to be quiet, she will shut up – until she goes outside and then she’ll resume her normal volume. But right now she was consciously being more quiet than normal. Maybe it was because the library was so quiet and empty… it seemed like they were the only ones in it. “Still – that’s better than nothing.” She paused, a smile on her face. “Besides, the guitar is something that I love in my music…” She said her smile still in place, brown eyes on his face. She looked down, not wanting to be accused of staring. That was something that bothered Haleigh, staring. Of course, you would think that she was used to it by now – what with being a singer… but when she didn’t have a microphone in her hand, she didn’t like to be watched intently.
After Haleigh seemed to have blabbed on and on about this one series, she had felt a little bad – maybe he wanted to get around her, that she could be the one blocking his way. She sure hoped not. She hoped that if he did have to get going that he would just go – instead of waiting for her to move on… Haleigh was one of those people, that if given the time, could talk and talk. But – she didn’t do that to her students. No, that would be torturous. Haleigh turned, at the sound of Jason’s voice, surprised that he was still there. She had to give him some credit for stickin’ around. Yeah, usually that’s a good idea. Haleigh smiled. Not commenting on that, she looked back down at the book in her hand and decided that she would get it. Leaning against the bookshelf, she looked over at him and the book in his hand. Gesturing to it with an index finger, Haleigh looked up to him and spoke. “What book are you reading?” She asked, being her nosey, curious self as always. Shifting, she folded her arms across her chest and slightly shivered. It was damp inside of this library. No – inside of this whole school. She always seemed to be chilly when walking through the hallways and teaching. She always had a sweatshirt in one of the drawers of her desk, just in case she got chilly. Maybe that was weird – but it was something that worked for Haleigh, so why not? She isn’t normally cold, but for some reason this school feels cold to her – and seeing most of her students wearing t-shirts just makes it that much worse. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] status; finished !
pour qui; jason mathias deen
words; 1, 089
lyrics; so small - carrie underwood
notes on a scandal; haha - yeah we definitely do! got any ideas?
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Post by `jason mathias deen. on Mar 8, 2009 0:32:16 GMT -5
Jason knew she'd seen him rub his knee, part of him wished he had a cane at times, but, his pride got in the way of that. . . True, but, when an author takes too long to get a book out – I tend to go off into another series or something like that… I constantly am reading books, so eventually when the author does come out with another book; I just pick back up where I left off.
[/i][/color] He listened, nodding, they had quite a bit in common. At least, literature wise. Interesting.[/b] He replied, he couldn't think of anything else to say. His biggest pet peeve in books though had to be none-other than when an author would get you hooked on a character's life, and then suddenly, and without reason, switch characters and never mention the other one again. Although that wasn't quite the case with his favourite series, it was quite similar. They just made the main character a minor character for a few books and then brought her right back in. He listened to her accent with just typical interest, he'd have to find out where she'd come from eventually. Because clearly, it wasn't one from the wonderful windy city. Still – that’s better than nothing. Besides, the guitar is something that I love in my music…[/b][/i] The smile on her face was echoed lightly by him. So, I'm going to just make an assumption off of that comment and say that you write your own music?[/b] He asked, he wasn't totally sure, but, he figured that was what she meant by that. So, he just had to ask. He'd been in something of a band his Freshman year of College, to get girls, of course. But, then when he'd been in his accident, he'd put up his guitar, and didn't pick it up until he'd walked across that stage at graduation. She seemed a little surprised that he was still there, and that made him wonder, should he have left? Was he really that desperate for a conversation? The answer to both was yes, but, he wasn't exactly just going to walk away. He wasn't like that. He saw her shiver and wondered if she was sick or something, the Library wasn't particularly cold, the humidity seemed to seep through the walls, but he was used to that. What book are you reading? He turned the volume around in his head and laughed slightly. Killing Mr. Griffin. I read it my. . . 8th grade year I believe. Lois Duncan. I recognised the title and couldn't resist. Although currently, I'm rereading my favourite series, the Zion Covenant. Now he was babbling. Books, one of his favourite topics. That, he could babble about. ooc;
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Post by anna on Mar 8, 2009 9:37:47 GMT -5
while you siting 'round thinking 'bout what you can't change, [/color] and worrying about all the wrong things,[/color] time's flying by, moving so fast.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font] Should Haleigh have left? Should she walk away now and just forget about this conversation? No, she shouldn’t. She didn’t know many of the teachers here and she wanted to know more of them. Not only that, but she had never met Jason before – which also made her curious enough to just stay here. She just hated small, awkward talk. But, you had to start somewhere, right? Leaning against the shelf, Haleigh waited for a comment after her whole rambling. God, did she ever need to just shut her mouth sometimes. Interesting. Haleigh looked downward, towards her feet. She should walk away now, shake his hand say ‘Nice to meet you’ and then just leave. But no, stupid, stupid Haleigh had to stick around. Turning, she looked at the books that she had been leaning against, reading familiar titles and then not so familiar titles. This library had a fairly large selection of books – Haleigh was surprised. Shifting, she let her eyes trail away from the books to a bunch of teenagers that had just walked in, shuffling their feet and talking noisily to one another. Clearly, they weren’t the library type – just the way they were behaving. Haleigh watched as the librarian rushed over to them with her finger against her lips. Haleigh smirked. She remembered having being told to be quiet many times in a library, back when she was in high school and university as a student.
Turning back to Jason, she spoke again – blabbing on and on. She really needed to stop talking. She was probably driving him up the wall. So, I’m going to just make an assumption off of that comment and say that you write your own music? Haleigh smiled. “I try to write as much of it as I can. You can’t help it if you get writer’s block – you know? I do have an editor who looks it all over – obviously…” She let her sentence trail off, looking down at the book in her hands, fingering the frayed edges. She hated using library books – but right now, she needed to save up her money. Why? Well, Haleigh was shopping around for a pet. Specifically – a dog. She really wouldn’t mind having something to come home too, and right now that seemed to be in the form of a dog. Sounds stupid, right? Oh well. Haleigh has been a dog lover for the longest time. Her family has always had at least one dog, sometimes having two at the same time. Her favourite breed has to be the Irish Wolfhounds. They are so massive that she doesn’t have to worry about anybody trying to get past them. They are sweet, fun, and loving dogs. Not only that – but they love attention which means that Haleigh would have something to do after she finished marking papers. But, they are pricy, so she wants to save up some money before she gets one.
Haleigh was surprised that he was still there. She thought for sure that he would have left – especially since she had just zoned out pretty much for… well, she didn’t know for how long. Kill Mr. Griffin. I read it my… eighth grade year I believe. Lois Duncan. I recognized the title and couldn’t resist. Although currently, I’m rereading my favourite series, the Zion Covenant. Haleigh thought back to all the books she has read, searching to see if she recognized the books he was talking about. She knew about the Zion Covenant – that was something that she had read a while back. But, Lois Duncan? She thought back harder. Wait, yeah she did remember that author! Smiling, Haleigh spoke. “Both sound vaguely familiar. I think I remember studying Killing Mr. Griffin. Grade eight was a long time ago.” Haleigh said with a chuckle. She wasn’t worried about him finding out that she was older than she looked. She had been told many times that she looked young for a teacher, because well – she was young for a teacher. Twenty-two. That was very young, but Haleigh had been lucky to get this position – and she treated it like the best job out there. She tried her hardest, and was usually rewarded with a good class that didn’t try to take advantage of her. Not that she would let them take advantage of her, but it just got annoying when you had a class like that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font][/center] status; finished !
pour qui; jason mathias deen
words; 972
lyrics; so small - carrie underwood
notes on a scandal; i am loosing muse for this thread. got any ideas to add some spice to it?
outfit; coming soon.
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