Dean
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I don't like being told who's side I'm on.
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Post by Dean on Jun 27, 2010 15:35:55 GMT -5
Oh great, make the girl cry. What a big tough guy you are. Fell like a broody superhero yet?
"Oh, hell", breathed Dean were only he could hear it. He had to stop himself from face-palming himself right there. Even if she was unstable (and she obviously was) she was still a girl. Dean had always believed that women ought to be treated like something more than weaker, smaller men with breasts. He saw them as something to be protected, more so then regular male folk. It could be construed as chauvinistic, and maybe he was a little, but it was in the best way. Morel: Women were Dean's kryptonite.
So instead of walking away, he let his anger evaporate and crouched so he was more or less eye level with Isis. He then reached into his back pocket, and pulled his faded and tattered red bandanna out.
He reached over and moved some of her obsidian hair out of her eyes. With his other hand he tucked the bandanna into her hand.
"Here" He said simply, and sat there with her until her watch chirped and she stood up as if nothing had happened.
Women
When she started to walk back to the school, Dean just rolled his eyes, gesturing for her to lead.
"After you"
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isis
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Post by isis on Jun 27, 2010 19:25:21 GMT -5
Isis trembled as Dean brushed her hair out of her eyes. "His touch.... It's so gentle..." Her eyes gazed up at his, when he stuffed a faded red bandanna in her hand.
"Here."
"Thanks."[/color] Isis gazed into his eyes once more, this time glistening. As her watch beeped, she got up, using the bandanna to wipe her tears.
Dean ushered her in through the doors, chivalry showing. Isis smiled at him and nodded in thanks, trying not to talk. She gave him a very small peck on the cheek and fleeted off, hoping she wasn't going to be late for class. After a few moments, she dashed back and said, "Thanks again. See you in school sometime."[/color] and sprinted to her locker, hastily dumping her classes' contents out. She was half-way past Dean, when she tripped and her items fell, scattered all over the floor. "Crap. Why me?"[/color] She looked at her watched and saw there was only a minute left before the late bell rang. Sighing, she grasped everything within reach and sloppily put it together. "Great. Make a fool of your self in front of him."
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Post by brittaney on Jun 28, 2010 15:55:13 GMT -5
(OOC: Hope you don't mind, but I'ma throw in an NPC teacher for you guys ) The young male teacher stopped what he was doing and looked towards the classroom door as the students began to poor in and take their seats in front of him. As the rush began to die down near the start of class, he turned back to his white board and continued to write down the day's list of objectives for the day with his black dry-erase marker. He brushed away his chin long semi-wavy blond hair back behind his ears and pushed up his glasses using the palm of his hand. He turned to face his class after he finished writing, his milk chocolate eyes fixated on the whole of the class, "Once the bell rings, we'll get started." His voice was calm and soft. He straightened up the collar of his white dress shirt that was tucked nicely into his dark blue jean pants before placing his hands in his pockets and looking up towards the clock hanging directly above the door, watching as the hands slowly made their way around, "One more minute." He stated as he crossed his legs, sitting gently down on the edge of the desk.
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Dean
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Post by Dean on Jun 29, 2010 15:06:35 GMT -5
Dean walked into the high school (finally). The events from the parking lot had surprisingly not made a dent in his morning plans, Which pertained of: Finding his locker, finding his class, and trying not to get lost while doing either. He could navigate in a blizzard or storm three hundred feet up, but as soon as his feet were on the ground, he was easily lost. Dean was more of a landmark person. "Find the tree that is curved like a sickle and take a left", those where the kind of directions that he was partial to.
Those were the thoughts rattling through the guys head when Isis leaned up on her toes and gave Dean a peck on the cheek.
Dean blinked as Isis, skittered away, speechless (which was a new concept for Dean).
Well, I didn't see that one coming
He watched her leave, trip, and gather her things before scurrying away again. Dean kind of found it cute, the way the skitso girl was flustered. But he didn't think on it any more than that.
With a sigh and a scoff, he adjusted the strap on his bag and headed into his first class-
I think
Dean walked up to the teacher, "Uh...heya. I'm a new student."
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