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Post by elizabeth lee on Jul 30, 2009 12:57:59 GMT -5
_________________________________________ If anybody were to look into the corridors around twenty minutes after the first lessons of the day started, they would bare witness to a rather odd sight. At first they would see a young woman with long locks of blonde hair running down the halls. They would see that she was wearing a stripped grey shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black trousers, a black waistcoat and was clasping a pair of heeled shoes in her hands. If they had extremely good eyesight, they would spot the golden watch on her left wrist, though this would become much more apparent as she got closer, as would what she was saying.
"I'm late... I'm late... I'm really really late!" Elizabeth murmured to herself as she ran past the school cafeteria. It had been just her luck that today of all days was the day upon which her alarm clock decided to be a jerk and not wake her up, and it was because of that stupid clock that she was running late. Already today she had told a traffic warden that she was going to be too late to be fashionably late if she did not hurry up with her business, but instead of moving on the warden had simply told her that no matter how late she was going to be, she would look fashionable. Needless to say, the twenty-three year old had not been impressed. Why, with wise-cracks like that he could probably make it on the stand-up circuit in a small rural Alaskan town!
When Liz had finally arrived at the Chicago School of Performing and Visual Arts for her first day as a student teacher, she had immediately gone to the reception. There she had been told that she was to report to Mr. Seymour's History room where he would get her started. The receptionist then gave her a map of the school and it's grounds, before telling her to get on her way, and that the board of governors would be notified of her time of arrival.
Simply put, this hadn't been the best first day she had hoped for.
Stopping to catch her breathe, Elizabeth looked down at the map the receptionist had given her. If she were not in a hurry and had the time to study it properly then she would find it extremely useful, but she did not have the time to study it properly so she had to hope that she was going the right way. The blonde reached the end of a hallway, took a left turn and then a right and could see a door up ahead at the end of the corridor. That had to be it! That had to be where she was meant to be! Elizabeth's strides quickened with this new sense of hope, and once she was within an arms length of the door she whipped it open and entered the room facing outwards, before closing her eyes, shutting the door, turning around and leaning against the door.
Elizabeth had made it to the room. Granted she was rather late, but nevertheless she had made it to Mr. Seymour's classroom. She let out a long, heavy, sigh and pushed herself off of the door, still keeping her eyes closed. She would've liked to keep them closed but the room was eerily quiet and she had to check if the man she had been supposed to report to had been there. She ran her free hand through her hair. "Mr Seymour?..." She asked, opening her eyes slowly to what she thought would be the history teacher's classroom... except it had computers... lots of them...
Oh. My. God.
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`Word Count: 625
`Notes: Heh, I have no pictures. But! Yay for first post with a new charrie!
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Post by tyler on Jul 31, 2009 13:49:10 GMT -5
 no matter how i try you know i can't deny
'cause you feel so supernatural ________________________________________________________If Tyler had to choose between teaching Directing and teaching Editing, he would choose Directing. Unfortunately, they were both rolled into one class so he didn't have that option. Right now, the class was working on editing movies that they were making. It was their first project of the year, to make a three to five minute video about whatever they wanted to. They wrote scripts (it wasn't his job to teach that though, so he didn't really go through how to do it), directed and shot their movies, then uploaded them onto the computers and worked with their groups to edit them to perfection. Or, to what perfection they could on a Mac with basic editing programs. The juniors and seniors that he had later in the day got to work with the more advanced things, if they had been in the class long enough. That was the block that Tyler really got into his job.
But, first block was chock full of freshman, which meant that it was also chock full of kids who didn't know what they were doing and simple questions. He had gone over everything they would need to know on the projector, but some kids didn't pay attention and others forgot. If they forgot, okay, it was a lot to take in at once, but the once who chose not to pay attention and left the work to everyone else in the group were the ones that pissed him off. When they complained that things were too hard later on Mr. Kinsley became even more annoyed, but he had to restrain himself. He had chosen another method of teaching. If they didn't pay attention to him, then he wouldn't help them. It was working to a point, but there were still those few kids who had their iPods in or were sneak-looking at other sites on the computer that had nothing to do with their work. What could you do? It would be a lie to say that he hadn't been a difficult teenager, so sometimes he had to stop and think about that before he blew up.
It was times that Tyler found himself frustrated like this though that he started contemplating moving back to California. Now, while the students, worked, he sat in the back at his desk on the computer, looking through a site that had a listing of available apartments in the Los Angeles and Hollywood areas. Would he actually move this time? Probably not, but man did he want to. He didn't hate Chicago, or his job; he just missed California and what he had before. All the same, Tyler couldn't muster up the energy or the guts to do it. Something kept him in Chicago, for whatever reason, and for now he was finally deciding not to fight it. He had a life here now, there was no denying that, and despite how annoying it could be he did enjoy teaching. Maybe it would be better if he stayed? Yeah, he thought that now but in a couple weeks he would be back look at the exact same site again...
"Mr. Kinsley?" Tyler looked up, seeing one of the better-behaved girls in the class standing in front of his desk with a look of frustration on her face. He closed out of the web page and straightened up in his chair from the previous slouching position. "Yes, Anna?" "I think the computer froze." They always seemed to do that. It got frustrating after a while. Macs were good computers but with the wrong program they could be irritating. He pushed himself up out of his chair and followed the student back to her group's computer to help them fix it. Two of the other girls in the group looked at him with smiles before whispering to each other as he tried to get it working again, something he had learned to ignore with time.
"There, all fixed." Tyler smiled at the group and stood up again, allowing them to get back to work. Then, something happened that made the entire room jump. A woman came into the room, or ran into the room, and shut the door behind her, looking both exhausted and relieved. A grin formed on the teacher's features as he watched her, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking her over. The first thing he saw, of course, was her beauty. She was tall and slender, with golden locks that fell flawlessly around her shoulders. Just from this first impression, Tyler concluded that she could break into his classroom any time she wanted to. "Mr Seymour?..." Damn, and here he thought that his birthday was arriving a few months early. Dropping his arms, the man stepped forward toward the girl still against the door. He could feel the class's curious stares as he reached his hand out toward her, "No, Tyler Kinsley, pleasure to meet you." ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished!
`Tag: Elizabeth Lee
`Word Count: 839
`Lyrics By: Daughtry - Supernatural
`Notes: [/font] pic by balconey_scene Outfit: Clickie[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by elizabeth lee on Jul 31, 2009 14:48:42 GMT -5
_________________________________________ The blonde's face morphed into a expression that could best be described as what you would expect to get if you gave birth to a baby in a pitch black room and then immediately shone a torch in it's face causing it to squirm. Once she was past her initial reaction, Elizabeth's eyes followed the computers around the room looking at all of the pupils at them. Every single pupil had the same look of curiosity about them, except for a few of the boys at the back who had a different kind of curiosity about them... a more creepy kind, if you get the gist. Elizabeth on the other hand was not curious, not even a little bit about how she had ended up in the wrong room; that was because she hadn't taken the time to study her map properly.
With the corners of her lips upturning in an awkward smile, Liz looked at the man who had introduced himself as Tyler Kinsley. Other than handsome, she had to say that he looked familiar... maybe she had seen him around Chicago a few times? Yes, that would make sense. "Elizabeth... Lee," Her surname was rushed as she introduced herself, her cheeks also reddening as she did so. While it may have been pleasurable for him to meet her, it certainly was not that way for the woman herself. Perhaps if it were under different circumstances then she would've been, but as it was she was in a room full of teenagers she had never seen before. Heck! It wasn't even the right room of teenagers she had never seen before either!
Cautiously, Elizabeth extended her hand to meet his, and grasped a hold of it. Turning herself sideways on to the class, she hoped that they would either get back to their work or Tyler would take her outside. With their constant staring she felt like a rabbit caught between the headlights of a station wagon that wasn't going to take evasive action anytime soon.
The fact that she thought he looked familiar wouldn't go away, and Liz carefully took a look at what the pupils were supposed to be doing on the computer. They appeared to be doing something with videos, which she thought looked like editing. Was Tyler a director? If so, had he directed for TV which was why she recognized him? No, his skin was too flawless and soft.. an actor perhaps? Yes, that was it! Hadn't he been in ER? She would have liked to just ask him straight up if he had been, but Elizabeth being Elizabeth just blurted out: "I just got drunk at a Valentines day party."
It was times like these when she hated being herself.
She hated when she did this. Most of the time she could cope with being shy, in fact that sometimes worked to her advantage, but whenever she met somebody if she were to say something it would be incredibly stupid and would gain her lots of odd looks. Not even wanting to see the look he, or his class, gave her, Elizabeth looked down at the floor and shuffled her feet. It was only her first day, but already she had been late, gone into the wrong classroom panting, made a complete fool out of herself and all along she had been carrying her shoes in her hands. He must've thought that she was crazy; she certainly did.
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`Word Count: 585 I think.
`Notes: *gets straight into it* I would've gone on *looks at difference in words* but that seemed like a good place to stop.
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Post by tyler on Aug 1, 2009 11:31:31 GMT -5
the deeper i go
the higher i fly with you ________________________________________________________ Some of his students had turned their prying eyes away, finding the lives of anyone who worked at the school to be incredibly boring. Still, the majority of the class watched them, unbeknownst to the fact that they were rudely staring. Tyler didn't really care, they would get bored eventually, plus he was outgoing enough to not mind being the center of attention - despite how self-centered that sounded it was true - and knew that since these kids were only freshman they wouldn't have the nerve to ask him questions later. If this were his junior and senior class, he would have probably escorted this lovely woman outside already, because the rest of the block would be filled with curiosity and nit-picky interrogations. Sure, it was fun talking to the students sometimes, but not when they all teamed up on you.
Elizabeth Lee. He liked it. The name suited her very well. Then again, he liked her before he found out before her name. Sure, he didn't know her, but did that matter much? She was beautiful, had a very nice voice, and the embarrassed redness in her cheeks was absolutely adorable. Despite how tempted he was to flirt, Ty had to keep that side of himself at bay while in the presence of the young adults behind him, or he could be fired for inappropriate behavior. A light grin sparkled in his eyes when the girl took his hand and they shook gently. It was just then that he noticed that her shoes were in her hand, and she was standing in his room in bare feet. "In a bit of hurry to get to Seymour's class, huh?" Well, she was very late now, and would probably get detention for being such a bad girl. Okay, he really had to stop now. Tyler always meant well but sometimes his imagination got the better of him.
Elizabeth's eyes traveled around the room for a moment, and then seemed to light up as though something had just clicked in her head and she looked at him again. "I just got drunk at a Valentines day party." Okay? Valentines day was about nine months ago, and she's getting drunk now? Though, that would explain why she was running into a random classroom with no shoes and looking very disoriented. All the same, a slightly worried scowl crossed Mr. Kinsley's features and he stood up a little straighter, looking back at his students when he heard a soft giggle from around the room. "Hey, you all have work to do, come on now." His voice was stern, though his eyes said differently. The whole "tough teacher" thing was something that Tyler had a hard time pulling off, since for the most part he was still a teenager himself.
He turned back to the woman, who now had her eyes facing the floor in shame. Letting out a small sigh, he placed a hand on her shoulder and said quietly, "Why don't we step outside?" His other hand then proceeded to open the door for her, trying his very best at the moment to be comforting. Ty hoped he was succeeding a little, since he wasn't good at this stuff. On their way out the door, a thought crossed his mind. What she said, it sounded awfully familiar. Not in an "I think I heard that somewhere once" kind of way, but a nagging right-on-the-tip-of-his-tongue sort of way. Once in the hall, he closed the door carefully behind them and turned back to Elizabeth. "What did you say?" Comforting could come later, this was really going to bug him unless he figured it out. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished!
`Tag: Elizabeth Lee
`Word Count: 626
`Lyrics By: Sarah Brightman - You Take My Breath Away
`Notes: [/font] pic by balconey_scene Outfit: ClickieI love that you put the actual ER quote in! It made me LoL xD[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by elizabeth lee on Aug 1, 2009 14:30:46 GMT -5
_________________________________________ "In a bit of hurry to get to Seymour's class, huh?" Elizabeth nodded slowly. The less she opened her mouth, the less chance she would have of making a complete fool out of herself. For far too long a time Elizabeth had been very occupied with what people thought about her, and she had been extremely worried about what kind of people today would throw at her, and how she would deal with these people. She had assumed that Mr. Seymour, like most of the teachers at this school, would be a man in his late fifties with an obvious liking of steak. She assumed that he would have short brown hair which was slowly turning gray and balding at the same time. What she had not been expecting was somebody who looked like Tyler Kinsley to be working as a teacher.
Although she was not looking at them, Elizabeth could still feel the eyes of Tyler's pupils digging into her like recently sharpened razor blades. She could only imagine what they were saying. What is she wearing? What's up with her hair? What is she doing here? Perhaps it would have been more merciful for somebody to just shout one of these things out at her, but they only noise the class made was a small giggle from one of the pupils, before Mr. Kinsley told them to get back to work. The majority of the class did as they were told, but a few kept on watching the strange blonde woman that had ran into the room.
She felt like a little kid who'd been naughty when Tyler put his hand on her shoulder and started to escort her out of the classroom, but she did not try and stop him from moving her one bit. Elizabeth was extremely happy that he had done so, and as soon as the classroom door was closed she set about putting her shoes back on her feet where they belonged. She slipped the first one on easy enough, but when she tried to put the second shoe on she couldn't balance properly. She was wobbling all over the place, and truly thought that she was about to fall over when a pair of hands took a hold of her hips and stabilize her. "Thanks." She said quietly, quickly slipping on her shoe and then breaking free of Tyler's grasp. She would have appreciated it if he had just grabbed her arms but, seeing as her back had been to him and she had been slightly bent over, she supposed that it had been easier for him to grab her there.
"What did I say?" Liz repeated, trying to read his facial expression. The problem was, that Elizabeth couldn't look him straight in the eye and she had been that good at reading people anyway. "I said I just got drunk..." She told him, her eyes falling back to the floor before looking at his chin, "at a Valentines day party.." Usually when Elizabeth thought that she recognized people from TV shows or movies she was right, but Tyler's reaction made her doubt herself. I mean, you would've thought that somebody would remember what they said if they had been in an episode of one of the best TV shows ever filmed, right? Just encase he didn't, Lizzie took a deep breath before next opening her mouth. "ER... season nine episode sixteen?.." The student-teacher was really getting worried about being wrong, but she was lucky that it was momentarily keeping her mind off of the fact that she still had not arrived at Mr. Seymour's History room.
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`Notes: i thought i'd try make a picture. ^^
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Post by tyler on Aug 5, 2009 9:57:48 GMT -5
you can paint the darkest clouds
and turn them into rainbows ________________________________________________________ As soon as the door had closed behind them, Tyler had noticed the students had begun to chat a bit louder. He couldn't understand what they were saying but they were obviously excited over what had just happened and the fact that they would have a mildly amusing story to tell their friends later. He felt bad for this woman though. She seemed very embarrassed by this whole thing, and knowing that the teenagers on the other side of the door would be talking about it for a while probably didn't help. It wasn't all that big of a deal though, and who cared what those fifteen and sixteen year olds thought anyway? A few weeks down the road this would all be a funny memory and it wouldn't matter anymore. That was a hard thing to tell someone though, they might smile and nod to make you stop talking but on the inside it keeps bugging them. Tyler had a feeling that Elizabeth was the kind of person who was going to let this eat at her.
He waited while the young woman tried to slip her shoes back on, absentmindedly letting his eyes wander down a little bit while his back was turned to her. Ty smiled softly to himself, then dropped his gaze to the floor and ran a hand through his hair nonchalantly, as though he had not just been staring at her backside. Again, it was inappropriate in this environment, and even he knew where to draw the line. His eyes did wander back though when he heard Elizabeth struggling, and noticing that she was about to fall over in the midst of getting her shoes back on, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed a hold of her waist to steady her. "Whoa, you okay?" There was a laugh in his words, of course, but at least he was sincere in asking. Though, it was possible that she didn't appreciate him grabbing her hips...well, too late now. Besides, in the moment it was the closest and easiest thing to grab - her arms being too far away at the time.
Ty nodded at her thank you in a sort of "don't worry about it" fashion, then shoved his hands into his pockets while she gathered her composure again. "I said I just got drunk...at a Valentines day party.." With saying that again a second time, it finally clicked in Tyler's head. "ER..." He said in unison with her, before she went on to say season whatever, episode whatever. He laughed quietly to himself, scratching the back of his neck sort of guiltily. Yep, that was his line. He had been on and episode of ER once. All in all his seen lasted less than half a minute but, amazingly she recognized him from it. It did in fact make his ego grow a little, but at the same time it knocked him down a couple pegs since she recognized him from that and not from when he had a supporting role in a movie. It was two or three lines vs thirty-five or forty. But, what could you do?
"Yep, yep, that was me..." The only episode of ER that he had watched was the one that he was in, so he couldn't say that he was a fan. Maybe that was why he didn't recognize the line right away, but either way that didn't matter. It felt kind of cool for someone to know his face, even if it wasn't for what he wanted them to. "You saw that, huh?" A light smirk crossed his lips when he looked back up at her again. Maybe he could use this to his advantage? He would love to be able to take this woman out somewhere, you know, have a little fun with a beautiful woman. He couldn't be that forward with her right now though, he knew, since she was already nervous enough. Maybe his tiny bit of fame would get him in the door a little? ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished!
`Tag: Elizabeth Lee
`Word Count: 686
`Lyrics By: Rascal Flatts - Secret Smile
`Notes: [/font] pic by balconey_scene Outfit: Clickiethat last paragraph was horrible xD sorry[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by elizabeth lee on Aug 6, 2009 12:42:42 GMT -5
_________________________________________ If it were the realization that she was in the presence of a actor who had appeared on one of her favorite shows or something else that was adding fuel to Liz's fire of embarrassment she didn't know. She didn't really want to know either. As far as she was concerned anything that even had the potential to add to her embarrassment was a bad thing, even demonic. All she could hope for was to weather the storm and just maybe, get away with both an autograph and what little remained of her dignity. It was just a shame that she did not have either her autograph book or her DVD of ER season nine on her.
She was really glad that she had gotten this hunch right, as it could have been pretty awkward if it had turned out that he had not been in an episode of ER. "You saw that, huh?" Elizabeth nodded. "...big fan." If Tyler could get past the fact that it hadn't been a full sentence, then he would realize that it could've been taken two ways, the first being that she was a big fan of his and the second that she was a big fan of the show. It was actually the later that were true, though she would not be surprised if Tyler took it as the other. There was something about the way he stood, with his chest pushed outwards slightly as people tended to do when they were proud with what they had achieved.
Carefully, Elizabeth eyed Tyler. He was tall, well-built, and had styled hair. It wasn't a stand out style though, just something that looked well kept and easy to do; he might not have even styled it. He had big eyebrows, which could've done with a slight encounter with a pair of tweezers, however somebody would not really look at them in great detail as beneath them were his eyes. They were not a bright shimmering blue but they were still stunning. Liz's eyes began fixed on them, and her facial muscles started to relax. Well, that was before she realized that she was staring and abruptly broke eye contact and quickly decided that the floor was much more to her taste. "What was it like?" She asked, trying to move on from the over the top eye contact, "on ER, I mean..."
Not that they had been outside a long time, but Liz was was beginning to wonder just how long Tyler planned stand outside in the hallway and talk to her. While she recognized that he had a job to do and a class to teach, she didn't want to turn up at Mr. Seymour's room in the middle of his first class of the day. She thought that she would go there for second period, if she didn't get sent home by the senior staff for being late that was. God. What was Mr. Seymour going to think? He probably wasn't too keen on the idea of having to supervise a student-teacher, and her no show would only deepen those feelings. Elizabeth really hoped that she would get sent home, and while it would not bode well for her once her university was informed, for the meantime it would mean that she would not have to face Mr. Seymour and any of the preconceptions he may have about student-teachers; so she decided to postpone that meeting as long as possible by trying to keep Tyler occupied. If she were unable to do so, then she could always go see senior staff...
"Have you been in anything else?..." Yes, Elizabeth found it harder than the average person to ask questions to somebody she barely knew, but she would rather do that then have to answer questions he may have about what had just happened.
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`Notes: *attempts to cover up post*
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Post by tyler on Aug 15, 2009 12:59:10 GMT -5
you can paint the darkest clouds
and turn them into rainbows ________________________________________________________ When the words "big fan" escaped her lips, one could swear what Tyler's ego had just grown three belt notches. Of course, the first thing he had thought of when she said that was that Elizabeth meant she was a big fan of him, not of the show. That was Ty for you, self-indulgent to a fault. If he wasn't the center of the universe he was certainly the center of his universe. He didn't say anything in response, but rather wore a satisfied grin on his face while she looked at him. He was so wrapped up in his own thought for a moment that he didn't even notice Elizabeth staring at him until she looked away to the floor again. His grin changed to a knowing smirk. She could gaze all she wanted to, it wouldn't bother him none. In fact, he wouldn't mind doing the same to her if she would allow it.
What was it like? On ER, I mean..." What was it like? That was a difficult question for him to answer. He had been on set for less than that of a working day. His scene took less than a minute's worth of screen time so it wasn't like he had to hang around the set all day. Scratching the back of his neck, he searched for words to describe it, "Well, I didn't really..." He paused, having lifted his gaze to see the look in Elizabeth's eyes. Beneath the embarrassment and the discomfort, there looked like there was a hint of excitement over what he was going to say. After seeing that, he didn't have the heart to finish his statement, so he thought of something else to say. "It was cool. I met a lot of people, and some great actors. That Noah Wyle is a pretty cool guy." Noah Wyle was the first name that came out, because in truth he didn't really meet a lot of the actors. He didn't even meet Wyle, but it was all he could think of. Again, he didn't really watch the show.
He could hear the students on the other side of the door getting riled up, but he didn't want to be rude and leave this woman standing in the middle of the hallway without any clue of where to go. "How about we walk and talk?" He was going to escort her to Mr. Seymour's class. It was all the way in the wing on the other side of the building, but he figure he would ask Mr. Tierney, the teacher next door, to keep and eye on his class for him. He started walking, gesturing Elizabeth along with him. When she asked if he had been in anything else, he quickly told her to hang on for one second while he peeked his head in the next classroom and asked the favor of Mr. Tierney. When the man agreed, Ty thanked him and then continued walking, now thinking back to what else he had been in.
"I had a supporting role in a movie, and I guest starred on a couple TV shows. Outside of that, not really." There was one problem with this conversation. When Tyler started to think about the life he had, acting and such, he always started to become angry with himself for screwing it up. He could already feel his shoulders tensing up but tried to not make it visible to the pretty lady next to him. Chances were though, he would probably try to change the subject pretty soon. ________________________________________________________ `Status: Finished!
`Tag: Elizabeth Lee
`Word Count: 611
`Lyrics By: Rascal Flatts - Secret Smile
`Notes: [/font] pic by balconey_scene Outfit: Clickiedidn't feel like finding new lyrics... sorry for the wait, i've been super distracted lately >.<[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by elizabeth lee on Aug 22, 2009 12:41:29 GMT -5
_________________________________________ The corners of Elizabeth's mouth upturned sharply at the mention of Noah Wyle. He didn't play her favorite character on the show, that was Anthony Edwards, but she had always liked Wyle's character and he was an extremely talented actor. In fact, quite a few members of the cast of E.R were extremely talented and it was a shame that the careers of some of them didn't progress much further after they left the medical drama. "You met Noah Wyle?" It was a rhetorical question seeing as Tyler had just told her that he had, but it seemed a suitable thing to say that wouldn't embarrass her. "That's Cool..." Elizabeth said, slipping her hand into her pocket as the noise on the other side of the door began to rise.
When Tyler asked if she wanted to walk and talk Elizabeth nodded. The pair literally took five paces before Tyler asked the teacher in the next room along if he could keep an eye on his class while he was out of the room. This made Elizabeth feel slightly guilty as she did not want to be responsible for keeping him away from his class, however before she said so Tyler spoke again. "I had a supporting role in a movie, and I guest starred on a couple TV shows. Outside of that, not really." Supporting role in a movie? That was impressive. "What was the movie called? I may rent it..." May was the operative word as if it were a b-grade horror movie than she definitely wouldn't rent it, but if it was a comedy she might. That said, she definitely wouldn't rent it if Will Ferrell was written anywhere on the case. That was a big no-no zone.
The pair continued to walk along the schools halls, with the sound of Elizabeth's heels clicking on the floor the only noise along with their conversation. "You know you don't have to do this..." Liz's words were said rather awkwardly as she didn't want to offend Tyler as he was already going out of his way to help her. "Unless you want to..." She added on the end, just to try and smooth things over in case he was offended. Elizabeth did not know why Tyler was being so helpful, because he really did not have to do this, though that did not mean she didn't appreciate what he was doing... because she greatly appreciated it. Yes, she probably would've been able to find her way by herself if she took the time to study the map she'd been given, but this was easier for her at least.
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