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Post by bubblelicious33 on Jul 24, 2008 14:38:16 GMT -5
Penelope shrugged “Yeah I guess some of them can be sometimes but not that many” she replied taking another small sip of her drink. Oh she would have to stop soon or things could get a little more fun than she was bargaining for. “The only reason I work at a school is because I love to teach people about science. If I could go somewhere where all I could do all day is talk and teach a group of people to love and appreciate science the way I do. That would be heaven” she replied her mind going to that perfect place. After a minute or so she came back, glancing at him quickly before looking back down her hand on her glass the whole time she commented “You don’t exactly seem the type to love kids either” she glanced back at him again before taking another sip.
He didn’t he looked like the nice, gentlemanly good looking guy. However Penelope had met enough of those that she knew that there were only a few of those in the world and they usually didn’t work at school.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2008 16:32:12 GMT -5
Quinn didn't know what to say. He normally had an instinct that told him what women wanted to hear, but obviously his instinct was off when it came to Penelope. That scared him a little - Quinn was not the sort of person who like to be knocked off balance like this. He really only had one option, he had to be honest with her. Otherwise she’d see right through him. This was exquisitely strange, Quinn being honest.
“Yeah, I mean, they can get annoying, they can be immature, but I really do enjoy teaching them. Plus I get it easy – I teach an elective, so I only get the students who actually want to hear what I have to say. I have more of a passion for the subject than the students, though.”
It was about this time that thoughts of Blair “Sedgwick”, the “teacher’s assistant” popped into Quinn’s head. He had met her earlier that day. In reality, the girl was Blair Riddell, a student. If things went anywhere with Penelope, and Penelope ever met Blair, Quinn could find himself in a sticky situation.
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Post by bubblelicious33 on Jul 24, 2008 16:51:28 GMT -5
Penelope hid a grin by look down at her drink, wow she had cracked him. She was just going on a hunch about this guy and apparently she had been right on target. Maybe she was better at this kind of stuff than she had thought. Taking a quick sip she made a huge decision. She turned and looked at him, in the eye. “So, you were playing a role” she said smirking slightly, happy she had caught on to his little game. After a minute she broke the eye contact and looked back at her drink. “Yeah, I only help out with experiments and stuff. I sometimes sit in on the classes but I usually don’t. Don’t want to draw attention to myself” she murmured quietly, blushing at how long she had held eye contact for. Wow this was a night of leaps and bounds for her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2008 17:24:23 GMT -5
"A role?" Quinn asked, annoyed that she had caught onto his intentions, but eager to convince her he was sincere, "I'm quite afraid I don't know what you mean. I said I do it for the kids, and I do. I certainly don't do it for the money. In a fiscal sense, becoming a teacher was the worst decision I ever made. And if I just wanted to be around philosophy, I'd spend my life studying. If I wanted to immerse myself in religious studies, I would have become a priest of some sort." It was hard for Quinn to say precisely what type of priest he would have become, because his religious preference was a fickle thing that changed frequently.
Penelope was far more perceptive than Quinn would have liked. If she kept up her nasty little habit of picking up on everything, things could turn bad quite quickly. She didn't seem like the type to overlook anything - and Blair Sedgwick (amongst others) definitely was something he wanted overlooked.
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Post by bubblelicious33 on Jul 24, 2008 17:58:28 GMT -5
Penelope nodded “Right” she muttered sarcastically taking another sip of her drink and realizing it was gone. Looking back and forth from her glass to the bar in debate for another, she decided against it. Asking the bartender for water she took a nice refreshing drink of it before glancing at him. Shrugging she glanced at him again “My mistake, guess I got it wrong” she said however she knew she hade hit the money spot. Finishing her water she nodded at the bartender for another. After a minute of silence she glanced at him again “So, uh what’s your gift?” she asked, not knowing what else to say because she knew that if she kept prying about his little charade he would probably get angry and storm out. That would make working at Foresta just that much more enjoyable. Not.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2008 18:11:52 GMT -5
Quinn was, at this point, becoming increasingly drunk, and incredibly open and communicative. He was on his fourth gin and tonic, and was beginning to feel the buzz of the alcohol. He normally clear, crisp, and precise diction began to grow slightly rougher around the edges, and his language became a touch less sophisticated. "Huh? My gift - er - I control light. Like this! Phoebus Sol Solus!" as he uttered the ancient tongue, a beam of light fell upon him. This beam of light would have healed any wounds he had at the time, unfortunately, there were none, and it merely disappeared into thin air. The barkeep shot Quinn a look as if to say "no magic in here, bub", but Quinn wasn't looking. He was caught up in the spectacle of the moment.
"What about you - what do you do?"
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Post by bubblelicious33 on Jul 26, 2008 20:53:57 GMT -5
Penelope nodded cautiously and smiled but it was nervous smile. He was getting drunk, she could tell and she didn’t know how to deal with somebody drunk. She was actually getting a little nervous and antsy. Glancing around, she realized that there was nobody else in the pub. That’s weird she thought before turning back to face him at the question. She immediately turned red and looked at her fidgeting hands “Oh, uh well. I call it the, um, kiss of death” she said quietly biting her bottom lip. She was embarrassed by her power; very embarrassed actually, it was probably one of the main reasons why she was so shy.
[Blah, sorry WB]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2008 21:10:25 GMT -5
“The Kiss of Death?” Quinn said, perturbed. Well, that was certainly a turn-off, to say the very least. Now he needed to find some tactful way to extract himself from the situation – he daren’t drink anymore, for if he lost control of himself around someone who wielded the kiss of death, he might end up, well, dead. And in his humble opinion, there had been quite enough dead Tchaikovskys for one week.
“And how exactly does that work? Does everyone you kiss drop dead?” To think – Quinn was contemplating something that now sounded more and more like suicide every second.
[[Me too.]]
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Post by bubblelicious33 on Jul 30, 2008 15:40:46 GMT -5
Penelope shook her head as she continued to fidget and stare at her hands intently. “Uh, no the longer the kiss lasts the more energy gets drained until eventually you die” she mumbled her face beet red, glancing at the bar tender she nodded for a drink again. Once she received it she took a giant gulp and was immediately met with a spinning head and a calmer sense of feeling.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2008 14:40:24 GMT -5
Quinn quickly grew uncomfortable with the whole situation. He certainly didn’t want to end up dead just for taking a night out on the town. Death did not, in fact, have any appeal to him at that time. It then fell to him to find the most tactful manner possible to extract himself from the situation. He spent a good while in thought on how to be tactful, but eventually, having failed that, turned to thinking only of how to be swift. He decided it would be best if he could just disappear altogether. He wasn’t sure if the light in here was bright enough for him to bend it, but he would sure as hell try.
As soon as Penelope wasn’t looking, he put on his jacket and left money on the table. He then began attempting to bend the light around him. He found the artificial light sufficient, and soon managed to cloak himself entirely. He was invisible. He slowly made his way toward the door, careful to do so silently.
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