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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 20:59:05 GMT -6
As far as Thalia's standards, this had been a good first introductory lesson. Unfortunately, the class was very small. Most freshman classes were a lot bigger, with auditoriums full of students. However, shifting was definitely not the most popular of majors, so the classes were still small and a little too intimate.
And even more unfortunately, there was a painfully familiar face in the small crowd of faces in her class. Rene Leroy, a name she wished she could've forgotten, and he was sitting smack in the middle of the room. Thalia always tried very hard to forget about her past but Rene played a part in that, and she didn't want to have to remember those times.
Thankfully he was just a student and they wouldn't have to interact much. After all the students had filed out of the classroom, she gathered up her papers and slid them into her bag before latching it and heading for the door, unaware of what was waiting for her behind it.
RENE LEROY
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Post by RENE LEROY on Mar 19, 2014 17:47:44 GMT -6
you didn't go near two-hundred of living without picking up that waiting outside for someone without their say-so was a li'l unnerving.
rene leroy liked to think he was exempt from those conventions and that they were strictly reserved for those people who were still alive. besides, unnerving was what vampires did best – the whole livin' for two-hundred years was probably unnerving enough for some humans anyway — so rene could forgive himself. he was a kind and forgiving person like that.
and if there was anyone who knew about being unnerving to humans it was thalia english. or, rather, professor english. hadn't he just had to sit through an hour of some farce lecture about shifting that had supposedly justified that title?
still, didn't stop him from layering on a sickly sweet tone on it when the door opened. looking up from a phone but not bothering to put it away or push himself off the wall he was leaning against he said, “professor english.” the trilled rs realised exaggeratedly as per usual – a constant need to remind even other immortals that english wasn't his first language – he looked at her calmly, face fixed with a lazy look. despite that, there was something like excitement brewing in him. wouldn't you go feelin' it too if you realised your ticket out of here?
“got time for un vieil ami?”
@thalia
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